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The Empire Never Forgets

Galactic Senate: The Imperial Chancellor thundered throughout the hall. “It is clear that the Weyr confederation will not stop until we are all destroyed. Their repeated attempts of hindering Imperial interests and even direct attacks upon the fleet cannot go unnoticed. We were lucky in the Vortex system, thanks to the swift actions of Lord Vader our losses were minimal from their cowardly attacks. It is because of their constant and unjustified aggression that I request the Senate vote and declare a state of war upon the Weyr confederation. I put it to the senate that we request Lord Vader to amass a fleet and destroy or annex the enemy territories which have been assisting the Rebel alliance.”

A thunder of cheers erupted from the senate floor. “It is agreed. As I said it would be the chancellor mumbled to his advisor. Inform Lord Vader immediately of the result. We will destroy the Confederation quickly and absorb it into the Empire. Now inform the fleet.”

The advisor left the central debate chamber and moved towards his shuttle. Lord Vader would be pleased.

One Day Later

The vote was merely a formality, the fleet was already assembled and was just waiting on the final go ahead from the senate. The admirals were all waiting within the Executor briefing room for Lord Vader who would arrive shortly to discuss the invasion. Each Admiral from each member nation was arrayed around a central table wide and round. From two large black doors Vader arrived and motioned from the collected military officers to be seated. “Well gentleman, shall we begin.”

"My Lord, I say that is a good idea, my flotilla awaits your commands as you know, we know what our numbers consist of, but what information do we have on the composition of our enemies?" Admiral Tarriart of the Farstars asked.

The Confed Naval Assets:

Fifteen MC-80 cruisers
Five MC-70 cruisers
Four Nublon B frigates
Three Dreadnaughts
10 Gunships

Supporting Fighters:
Mix of X-wings and Y-Wings

with the fleet of 40 Imperial stardestroyers on loan from the Unified Sith, Exetonian Grand Admiral Hozgarth brought jumped to light speed to join up with the fleet. This would be a most important day for Exetonia as she joined the Galactic empire in her quest to wipe out the Weyr confederation.

The fleet jumped out of light speed and Grand Admiral Hozgarth of Exetonia boarded his shuttle to fly to the Executor where he woulkd take his place at the table of admirals to discuss the invasion. He arrived shortly before Lord Vader...

The Chronosian fleet stands ready to serve the Empire. Its ships are at your disposal in any endeavour we may pursue for the Glory of the Imperiums

Admiral Derrick Isard, commander of the fleets that stayed with the Sith, smiled as he anticipated the use of the powerful weapons that he has in his grasp. He is considered a traitor in Rebel circles, but anyone who said as such were shot and dumped out into space.

Aboard the Super Star Destroyer Iron Fist, he paced back and forth, waiting for word from the Emperor to depart.

The Dooman Grand Fleet assembled near the Sith fleet, consisting of two hundred star destroyers, ten super star destroyers, and the Helldawg. They awaited the order to proceed into Weyran space, and commence the purging of their sins.

The Dominon of Apoclania, already a member of the Galactic Empire, stands ready to assist in the destruction of the Weyr Confederation. We will supply:

10 Scimitar Class Superdestroyers (Picture: http://www.ex-astris-scientia.org/scans/factfiles/scimitar.jpg )
The Scimitar is an extremely powerful warship with nearly the amount, if not much more, of the firepower of an Executor class Star Destroyer. It has 52 Plasma Disruptor Cannons, 47 Transphasic Torpedo Banks, 27 Pulse Beam Cannons, and 1 Omega Cannon (about 1/3 the power of the Death Star Main Cannon). Defended by Primary and secondary shields, combined with a thick Neutro-Duranium hull, make a Scimitar nearly indestructable.
A Scimitar has a complement of several thousand (crew + military personnel). It's docking bays can hold large amounts of attack fighters, along with troop and armour transports. Just one Scimitar can deposit a massive wave of troops, so only a few Scimitars are needed in order to take a planet, if the vessel's captain is not ordered to destroy the planet first.
Finally, the Scimitar also has a powerful cloaking device that emits no elements that could reveal it's position to enemy vessels. Regrettably, it cannot fire while cloaked.

So, our ground forces are all transported by the Scimitars, save several unmentioned Spacial Troop Transports.

The Dominion of Apoclania would be only too pleased to share this technology with any Empire Member Nations. We await the order to attack.

OOC: I admit I did hike up the stats of a real Scimitar Warbird. Lemme know if the changed stats are ok.

OOC: Thanks to Farstars for the TG. Anyhoo.....what's the time difference between Vortex and this thread?
@Sith: What happened to the crews of the Ocean Fleet?

General stuff: Weyr technically owns a bunch of systems, but anyone with a brain will go straight for Paradigm. Paradigm is on the edge of the galaxy, and it should take at least a day, maybe more, to get to it from Sith or Coredian space. There are heavy defenses on every planet.

Anyone who cries godmod -- I've been RP-ing and mentioning Paradigm's defenses for a while now. If you expect me to give up and go away, then too bad. None of my stuff is indestructible, and I'll be mentioning weaknesses as time goes on.

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The Starfish flared into normSpace on the translation beacon, after a ten minute wait time. The man at the controls grabbed the express column, blasting past hulking lighters. He was at the inbound route for Starhavven, the eight-hundred-kilometer sphere looming on his viewscreens.

"Starhavven control, this is Starfish, requesting permission to dock," Jor sent on the comm.

"Starfish, you have clearance," the response flashed after a moment.

"Gotcha, control. Coming in to bay sixteen, berth eighty," he sent by way of protocol.

The PI had already calculated his trajectory, and written him off as one more variable in the system's plumbing. Starhavven handled thousands of craft and millions of tonns of cargo per day. A shuttle atracted little notice, even if that shuttle had the power to demolish an entire fleet.

"Jor, is this wise?" Helen, the Starfish's ghost asked.

"No," Jor replied, going into one of the massive docking bays of Starhavven. Porthole lights and craft signals flashed past.

"Then why are we doing this?"

"Because," Jor replied after a moment. "Because it's right."


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"Ser Alicia," Jor bowed.

The conference room was unimpressive. The table was of battered black eternastone. The walls were deep green and gray permacrete on plasteel. A simuwindow shows Majora's Wall, a mass of asteroids so dense that, save for a few parasites and small shuttles, no craft had ever navigated it

"Ser Starfisher," the High King replied. "This is urgent, I guess," she did not smile.

The Starfishers came only when they believed that danger was imminent. Alicia remembered them coming only twice -- once to warn of the Jinnae insurrection, and once to warn of the Sith.

"Ser, you got the entire f*cking Empire on your ass. Storm sent your fleet at the Death Star. He lost. If you don't got another fleet stashed somewhere, you're screwed, royally," Jor stated. "Helen?"

"As you command," the Starfish's ghost whispered.


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The same conference room was quite full a few hours later, with every phyle and corporation represented around its battered black table.

"Jor?" Alicia nodded. "Ser Jor is one of our assistants in this issue. He will be explaining what has happened."

"Alright. You've got the Ocean fleet. Quite old. Those New Paradigms got what...thirty, forty years on station? Anyway, you don't got them no more. Don't got your admiral, neither. See, the problem is, the Empire might've left you alone. But you bit its ass, so now it'll bite yours. Anyway. You got around a dozen bodies in the Empire. Sith'll send their Death Star, I wager. Everyone else'll give some token forces, and see who beats the crap outta whom. So, you've got the wall......."

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Alicia guessed it would take at least two days for any fleet to get to the Paradigm system. They were out on a limb, far from major commercial centers. Only Weyrean translation drives allowed for rapid travel and trade. Paradigmians, the people of the planet Paradigm, were paranoid. They were also incredibly rich.

The Outer Paradigm system was liberally seeded with scanner arrays and defense systems. There was an FTLi system. There were missile pods. The only way to get into the Paradigm system safely was to arrive at one of the public or private navigation beacons.

The three inner gas giants each had Whooper satellites, big brothers to the Whoopers present at Vortex. Then there was Starhavven, the massive plasteel and adiamantite sphere filled with craft and missiles and guns. It guarded the only viable approach through Majora's Wall and into the inner paradigm system.

Majora's Wall was a dense asteroid field, almost spherical in its shape. The points above and below Paradigm's sun were not as dense, but they were liberally sprinkled with mines and defense platforms. At all other points, Majora's Wall was so dense that craft longer than a hundred meters had to take one of the three passages crafted throughit. Two of them were so narrow that an ISD could pass through one by one, and be subject to murdeorus fire from the sphincter defenses every step of the way. Starhavven guarded the third, main sphincter, where Executors could pass side by side. The only other way for an enemy to get at Paradigm itself would be to plow through the field.

OOC: Weyr, got MSN or AIM?

IC:
The massive mobilization has not gone unnoticed by Rebel operatives hidden on the occupied planets, mostly due to the large number of people for whom leave is cancelled. They used personal contacts to send word to the High Council of the Alliance of the mobilization, and possible targets.

There is not much we could do... Andrew Masaki thought. I could send something to try and have...yeah, that's all we can do.

Several freighters, shuttles and starfighters were sent at flank speed towards Weyr, to help with evacuations if need be.

AIM: homer2101v1
MSNM: homer2101@yahoo.com

It was strange and unnatural, Jor thought, watching the four Planetforge craft hang over the planet Paradigm, as though kissing it in a last embrace. Fifty years in the making, each craft a thousand kilometers long, they were some of the greatest achievements of Weyrean engineering and thaumaturgy. Lightly armed, designed to craft planets, they had hung in space around Paradigm Sol, the system's sun. Now, they were becoming life boats.

With the jedi silent in the depths of space, the magi'i might have been a natural target for the Sith. Alicia was not sure she'd find out.

The blue and white of Paradigm, the cold fourth planet, never looked so abandoned, Alicia thought. The three Sphincters were flooded with craft filled with reffugges. It was only a few hours after the announcement. Somewhere, Lord Vader was outlining his plans.

Jor shivered, and Alicia looked at him, for a moment. The lanky Starfisher kept staring through the shuttlecraft's viewscreen, at Paradigm and paradigm Sol beyond.

"It's so close," he said. "The sun. In the Ocean, we don't got the stars so close. It's like......right there....."

On the surface of Paradigm, the city domes were going up for the first time in a century.

UMN 5th Information Division
UMN Administration Building, Miltia

"Sir! We've confirmed it with CW...There really is a large mass of Sith units mobilzing for a move on Weyr!" said an ensign, who had come running up to the commander's desk, on an elevated part of the large room.

"I see...How is CW handling this situation?"

"They've sent some vessels to assist them...It appears that they are mostly for evacuation purposes...Not enough for a defensive stand off against the Sith forces."

"Inform the...108th Fleet...They are stationed near Glakanya-7...Our closest planet to Paradigm...I believe the Space Station Europa is with the 108th..."

"Yes, sir...The SS Europa and the SS Satsuki Midori 4, are both with the 108th."

"Good...Send a message to Weyr that we'll be sending some aid, ASAP...What would be the 108th's ETA once they receive the message?"

"One hour minium...They'd first have to get clearance to enter the defense perimeter around the Paradigm system...Their perimeter comparable to that of our Big Barrier system we have up..."

"One hour...That should be enough..."

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To: Weyr Command
From: -Noir- Spacy - Fleet Command Miltia Division
We have been informed that your Paradigm System is under threat of a massive Sith invasion force. As allies, we are sending some reinforcements to hopefully provide an extra line of defense against the Sith, and in the worst case scenario, an evacuation fleet to help supplement your own.

Our 108th Expeditionary Fleet, departing from Glakanya-7, is enroute as we speak. From last transmitted coordinates, their ETA to the outer perimeter of the Paradigm System is 45 minutes.
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In a flash of psuedomotion, the evacuation convoy appeared at the Paradigm System.

"Paradigm High Command, we are here to help with evacuation procedures, for it is likely the that the Death Star and other powerful weapons will be brought to bear against your system." The lead 2 km long cruise ship Refuge Savior commed. "We request permission to start the procedures."

OOC: CW go online

NSV Rikdo Koshi
108th -Noir- Expeditionary Fleet Command Ship

"Ensign, open a channel with Paradigm Space Command." said Commander Kamijyo.

"I'm on it, sir."

The ensign quickly patched a line to Paradigm Space Command, and put the picture on the main screen.

"Paradigm Space Command, this is Commander Kamijyo of the 108th -Noir- Expeditionary Fleet...We are here, under orders from the UNF Spacy Command to provide evacuation services and support fire for the Paradigm System. We are requesting permission to enter Paradigm System."

288th 'Seat of Power' commandship

The mobilization of the Sith hadn't gone unnoticed by the crew and tradesmen of the Guffingfordii Trade & Banking Confederation vessels. An official communique was established between the Sith and Guffingford.

FROM ~ Captain Templeton, CEO of Guffingfordii Trade & Banking Confederation
TO ~ Unified Sith Commander

If we are needed to start a boycott of all products on Weyr and their supporters please respond to this message with the usual code. In return, we will support your campaign for the usual 25 percent of the loot.

The CorpSacian fleet was not completed but it didnt miss out on a fight already 5 Pocket Dreadnoughts, 6 Sith Battleships, 4 Imperial Battlecarriers and a hand full of ISDs and VSDs had been formed (about 30).
Sith Lord Raven walked onto the Bridge of the PD Revenge looking round at the crew.
"status of the fleet?" Raven asked the Admiral.
"ready to jump at anytime" Admiral Fellic replyed looking up "i take it we are to Jump to where Lord vader is gathering the fleet?"
"current Jump now, tell me when we get there" Raven replyed turning round and heading out. The small task force entered hyperspace and would soon be with the rest of the fleets. Raven had set off to cheak on the Ground Forces on the PD, just over 120,000 troops were aboard as well as Sith Masters and aprentices.

some time later
The Task force exited hyperspace near the gathering Imperial Fleet transmitting friendly codes just to make shore they didnt get shot at.

OOC: I won't be online again until prolly eight hours from now......

In a flash of psuedomotion, the evacuation convoy appeared at the Paradigm System.

"Paradigm High Command, we are here to help with evacuation procedures, for it is likely the that the Death Star and other powerful weapons will be brought to bear against your system." The lead 2 km long cruise ship Refuge Savior commed. "We request permission to start the procedures."

The fleet was nearly blasted out on entry by automated systems, and had there not been a large lighter on an outbound route, the rebels would have found some sixty hyperfusion missiles coming at them. With the delay, control checked the IFF of the incoming craft, and determined them to me friendlies, just as the message came to Cloudhavven Control.

"Refuge Savior, this is Starhavven Control, you have evac clearance for planet five -- Jenna, lunars four, five, and six. Please stand clear of the following insertion lines until completion of orbital tests," the response flashed back a few moments later. The moon populations of the gas giant Jenna were considerable. Fusion lamps in the planet's brown-orange atmosphere lit the sky for the twenty million people living on the planet's moons. The moons were not planoformed. Their meteor shields were good for asteroids, not bombardments.

"Ensign, open a channel with Paradigm Space Command." said Commander Kamijyo.

"I'm on it, sir."

The ensign quickly patched a line to Paradigm Space Command, and put the picture on the main screen.

"Paradigm Space Command, this is Commander Kamijyo of the 108th -Noir- Expeditionary Fleet...We are here, under orders from the UNF Spacy Command to provide evacuation services and support fire for the Paradigm System. We are requesting permission to enter Paradigm System."

"108th -Noir- Expeditionary Fleet, this is Starhavven Control, you have clearance for entry at navBeacon 98A4," the message flashed back. there was no picture returned. "There'll be a strategos meeting at Hall 8AF4 in one hour, if you are interested. Please stand by for navData." NavData was a generic term for everything from space column charts to orbital insertion routes and traffic patterns.

The Fleet of Ra appered out of hyperspace near the place where The Sith Fleet was massed. Ra himself stood on the bow, The eye of Ra hanging on a chain around his neck. He waited for the sheilds to come up, before he sent a message to his fellows of the Empire.


Dear Sith, Commanders, anyone else in command of part of the Galatic fleet. We are sending assistence, in the forms of 20 Hak'ta Warships and 200 Al'Kesh Attack bombers. We will leave command to your capable hands, as The Systems Lords have a few internal matters we must deal with at this time.
Signed System Lord Ra, High lord of the 5.


OOC THe Fleet will be under Anyone on the siths side. Now, I before people start telling me I am godmodding with my numbers, I would like it to be know that this is a joint effort between all Systems Lords, as well as the fact the whole Jaffa, as well as most human slaves are working on ships, or Stargates. All tech can be found Here (http://www.stargate-tech.net/starships/goauld/goauld.htm)

Sitting around the table, Hozgarth could see the look of anticipation in everyones eyes. Was this begining of a massive Sith invasion into Rebel territories. Hozgarth didnt have the answers he was new to all of this. The 350 Tie Fighters and 150 Tie Bombers placed at his disposal were also waiting in the hangar. Hozgarth would lead his fleet from the ISD Exetonia, renamed after the Imperial planet it belonged too. It was only a matter of time before the fleet saw action...

He hung on darth vaders every word. This time, the Weyr Confederacy would be crushed.

“Admiral Hilan, what is the status of the enemy’s defences around their homeworld and outlying systems?”

“Lord Vader the Weyr confederation according to all present data does not have more than one heavily populated world. Their fleet is typically decimated however their defensive capabilities are impressive.” A large holo picture appeared in the centre of the room.

“This information was taken from the Jedi archives upon the fall of the Coreworld government, we can consider it to be within date and reasonably accurate.”

“What about their remaining fleet compliments?”

“We are currently extracting that information from the imprisoned crew. However we do believe they have enough automated defences to make this conflict a very bloody one.”

“Do not be so sure commander. The emperor himself will be commanding the attack and he has something planned for those defensives.”

“The plan Admirals will be to move just outside weapons range of the defending installations, the combined fleet will wait for the Emperors orders, you will find the minefield gone.”

“However Lord Vader we must take extra care from these large installations.” The commander pointed towards the whopper cannons surrounding three Gas giants.

“Admiral Issard will remove those installations for us with the captured Coreworld Gravity weapons.” The Coreworldian Admiral now turned to the dark side nodded in agreement.

Further orders will be given upon the battlefield. “Dismissed.” Lord Vader left the briefing room and headed towards the bridge of the executor.

Upon the bridge Lord Vader was waiting for something before the fleet could be ordered to go into light speed. “Lord Vader?”

“Yes commander what is it?”

“We are detecting large gravitational disturbance in sector four. It’s the death Star my Lord it has just jumped out of light speed.”

“Excellent commander. Alert all commands that the fleet is to depart.”

The vast formation of Sith ships swarming around the moon of Hevila now descended into light speed. Over three thousand vessel were present in this mobilisation including the Death Star victory would soon be given to the Empire.

TORTURE OF THE CREW

“A small skinny man was thrown against a bulkhead. Captain I tire of this I really do. The force now closing around the Weyr officers windpipe began to strangle and choke him. You will tell us the weakest points upon your ships or I will execute each and every member of your crew, starting with him. Kill him!” A storm trooper emerged from the background and fired his blaster into some unknown man. “Captain I beg you do not make me kill any more. The weaknesses captain tell us now. I want the shield modulations of your vessels. You will also give us the frequency of your friendly IFF transponders. Guard Kill another one.” Once again a storm trooper raised his rifle and fired into the crowd impacting upon several of the crewmen. “This is your last chance captain tell me now, or we will destroy your homeworld completely. We just intend to absorb it into the Empire however your resistance is not amusing.”

"Admiral, we are ready to depart."

"Good." The evil Admiral smiled as he stood on the bridge of the Iron Fist. "Engage hyperdrives on my mark. 3...2...1...Go!"

The 200-odd former Core fleet entered hyperspace, following the rest of the Sith.

"My Lord; we are ready to depart."
"Excellent..." His lips curled into a smile; he; Johnathon Cabot; Primarch of the Lone Wolves. He stood upon the bridge of the Fortress Monastary; looking at the assembled fleet. Around 900 ships moved in the void; accompanied by the Fortress Monastary and the Ramilies Class Star Fortress. Among them were vast augmented Imperial ships; upgraded, bristiling with Sith shields and weapons. Others were new, shimmering Star Destroyers; a handful of Super Star Destroyers, and other Sith ships; TIE fighters streaked the void; their screams echoing in the infinite.
"Sith, this is Jonathon Cabot; My Emperor has delegated our entire Chapter Fortress Monastary to you; and we are ready to serve your war effort in any way we can. We bring to the you the greatest Chronosian fleet ever to grace the stars....We are Battlefleet Vengence."

The fleet was nearly blasted out on entry by automated systems, and had there not been a large lighter on an outbound route, the rebels would have found some sixty hyperfusion missiles coming at them. With the delay, control checked the IFF of the incoming craft, and determined them to me friendlies, just as the message came to Cloudhavven Control.

"Refuge Savior, this is Starhavven Control, you have evac clearance for planet five -- Jenna, lunars four, five, and six. Please stand clear of the following insertion lines until completion of orbital tests," the response flashed back a few moments later. The moon populations of the gas giant Jenna were considerable. Fusion lamps in the planet's brown-orange atmosphere lit the sky for the twenty million people living on the planet's moons. The moons were not planoformed. Their meteor shields were good for asteroids, not bombardments.

The evacuation fleet have the capacity to carry about 50,000 people, about .5% of the population and barely enough to restart another colony. The fleet headed to Jenna, waiting for the all-clear to evacuate the people.

"It's never enough. We cannot save them all..." The Captain of the Refuge Savior slammed his fist onto a console in frustration as the number of people living in the colonies reached the millions in the sentient life-sign scanners. "Just how many will die when the Sith come? How many children and adolescents will never know a bright future? How many innocents will be sacrificed to the Dark Side? Force preserve their souls..."

We will pledge our support to the Galactic Empire. I am confident that when we "convince" all of the dissenters *cough*Piett*cough* will see that it is for the betterment of the Dominion. You of the Empire will treat the Dominion as allies, not members, not servants. Should this one simple term be met you have our unwavering support.

President R.L. XX
The Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter
Cower mortals, as Death itself shall unleash Its wrath

Hyperion Fleet, the border of Dominion space
Admiral James Piett has just watched the official statement on the holonet.
Piett: ***censored*** What the hell was he thinking?!?!?!? Does he not see that this will lead to our downfall? Ah, well. At least we will fight alongside Doom once again.

OOC: I've recently been able to login more often, so I can actually make a difference this time! ;)

Admiral Damien Taine stood at the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer [i]Terror[i]. Amassed around the ship was a fleet of 50 Star Destroyers, and 75 Nebulon B frigates. As the order to jump out came from Vader the massive fleet began to move to the Weyr Confederacy, to expand the Empires borders.

OOC:US, I bet if you threatened to hand his people over to me for conversion, he'd be more willing to cooperate.

Aboard the Helldawg

Admiral Dredhamer stood in his ready room, surveying the massive combined fleet. He had a good amount of it at his command. Suddenly, his com badge went off,

"Sir, we're recieving a transmission from the Chronosians."

"Put it through."

A holopad lit up in front of him, and he began to speak to the allied admiral,

"Glad you could join us. We look forward to fighting along side you."

"And we look forward to fighting alongside you. We push on for the glory of the Empires; and have faith that we will prevail; victorious."
The Primarch smiled.
"We shall see you at our side in battle; brethern"

He smiled in return, and pounded his chest in salute,

"Defeat is impossible with such men fighting side by side. May you purge many. Dredhamer out."

The holoscreen flickered out, and Dredhamer exited his ready room, and entered the bridge.

The fleet of Scimitar Class SuperDestroyers came out of hyperspace at the co-ordinates of the Imperial Fleet, and began transimitting friendly codes.

On board his Star Destroyer, Lord Vader noticed the 10 menacing vessels.

"Ah, so this is what Apoclania promised to use in our assistance."

The 10 massive warships were both fully armed, and fully loaded with troops.

On the bridge, Daitengu Major Grade Sotan, commander of the Ragnarok lead SuperDestroyer, opened a communications channel.

"This is Daitengu Major Grade Sotan, representing the Imperial Nation of Apoclania. We have arrived to join you in your destruction of the Weyr Confederation. We await to orders to begin the attack."

"Grand Admiral on the Bridge!"

The bridge crew of the Colossus turned on heel and saluted at Grand Admiral Anton Slavik. Two months ago, Anton had taken complete control of Outer Heaven MK II while Liquidus Snake, and the reserve fleets, went on a 'pilgrimage' to a parallel and far away universe.

Anton Slavik was one of the more 'exotic' Serpantians (when I get my 'Guide to Outer Heaven MK II posted, you'll get what I mean by more 'exotic'). He appeared to be half humanoid, half insect. He had jet black hair, eight red glowing eyes, antennae, a small slightly upturned nose, and a pair of mandiables on either side of his mouth. He had four arms, with nine fingers and a thumb on each hand. However, below his waist, he appeared to be mainly humanoid. However, because of his 'exoticness', he was a tactical genius.

In his head, he has two brains, and five processing 'spores' surrounding his brains. The brains gave him an enhanced abilities, while his processing 'spores' allowed him to see things much more detailed and in different ways to most other humanoids.

(Enough with the descriptions of my main character!)

With a grin and a nod, Anton saluted back.

"At ease, and continue with your current duties." he ordered.

The crew did so. Sighing, Anton made his way to the command chair. Sitting down, he checked over the most recent updates and reports. Satisfied, he checked his inbox. he had one message: his acceptance into the Empire.

Fantastic.

With a grin, he closed his inbox, and started looking at the readouts on the screens surrounding him.

Then, a lieutenant came up to Anton.

"Sir, the 1st Fleet and the rest of the 2nd Fleet report they're all accounted for and ready to go to Endor."

"Excellent," Anton said, "Lt., send a message to all our ships. Tell them to slave their navigation systems to the Colossus." he ordered. The Lt. bowed, and then left. Anton then turned to the officer on his right: the Helmsman.

"Helmsman, when every ship has slaved their navigation systems to the Colossus, power up the subspace drive on the Colossus and set the drive for a mass outersystem subspace jump (in other words, direct most of the power to the subspace drive to stabilise the field for the quantity of ships that'll be going thorugh). Clear?" Anton asked.

The helmsman nodded. "Yessir. I'll initiate the countdown when we're ready to jump." he said, before turning to his console. Anton hit the comm.

"This is Grand Admiral Anton Slavik. We are about to initiate a mass outersystem subspace jump. Get to your assigned stations and brace yourselves, this is going to be rough." and with that, he closed the comm.

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"Sir, shall I start the countdown?" the helmsman asked. Anton merely nodded, his eyes staring out of the viewport. The helmsman hit a red button on his console, and a chime sounded, before a computerised voice came through.

"Initiating subspace jump in ten, nine, eight..."

The drive started to humm loudly.

"Seven, six, five, four..."

The ship started to vibrate.

"Three, two..."

All the crew grabbed on to their respective consoles.

"One...mark!"

The ship shook violently as the bright shimmering blue portal into spubspace opened before them, at least a 100KM in radius. With a violent jolt, the Colossus hurtled foward, along with the 1st and 2nd fleets into the portal...

(stats for the 1st Fleet:
100 Ships in total:
The Metal Gear 'Robin'
Twenty Deimos Class Corvettes
Fifty ISD's
Nineteen Hectate Class Destroyers
Ten Outer Heaven Super Destroyers)

(stats for the 2nd Fleet:
100 Ships in total:
The GTVA Colossus
Twenty Fighter Carriers
Twenty nine Deimos Class Corvettes
Thirty ISD's
Twenty Hectate Class Destroyers)

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Three hours later (seeing as Outer Heaven is based in a seperate Universe let alone galaxy to Unified Sith & Coreworlds, that's quite fast)...

Two hundred KM from Endor, a subspace portal 100KM in radius opened up...

OOC: Take it away US!

OOC
OHMKII please tell me the Hectate, Deimos and Colussus you use are not the same as the ones from freespace, if they are Klonor has them copyrighted and he will destroy you.

OOC: Unless Klonor owns Freespace, he can't copyright Freespace ships. He can put out an Ignore, though......anyway....On with the defenses......and I suggest you pay attention to the discussion of the Flux-Torque weaponry.....

TORTURE OF THE CREW

“A small skinny man was thrown against a bulkhead. Captain I tire of this I really do. The force now closing around the Weyr officers windpipe began to strangle and choke him. You will tell us the weakest points upon your ships or I will execute each and every member of your crew, starting with him. Kill him!” A storm trooper emerged from the background and fired his blaster into some unknown man. “Captain I beg you do not make me kill any more. The weaknesses captain tell us now. I want the shield modulations of your vessels. You will also give us the frequency of your friendly IFF transponders. Guard Kill another one.” Once again a storm trooper raised his rifle and fired into the crowd impacting upon several of the crewmen. “This is your last chance captain tell me now, or we will destroy your homeworld completely. We just intend to absorb it into the Empire however your resistance is not amusing.”

"Shield modulations? IFF transponders? There -are- no transponders. You've destroyed the entire fleet. I got no idea what the corps use. You can ask Storm," the captain spat out. OOC: Masato Storm is the Fleet Admiral. I assume you haven't killed him.

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Paradigm System, Cloudhavven Station
OOC: If you've sent aid, then you're more than welcome to have your chars be present

Alicia activated the holoprojection, watched the murmurs to die down. It was a projection of the entire Paradigm system, along with the current forces. deployments. There were fewer people in the room now. Many representatives had simply withdrawn. They doubted the Empire would attack their habitations in the depths of Majora's Wall. Corporations, some of them, were simply pulling out.

"The FTLi system will be going online as soon as we get word of the Sith departure. That's out first line of defense. They can't bypass the outsystem defenses. The outsystems are centered around the system elliptic," a wide, doughnut-shaped ring surounding the system was highlited. "These are heavy missile and scanner platforms. Another ring extends over Paradigm Sol. Together, they hold around forty thousand missiles."

"The secondary defenses are the Whooper cannon on Aqua, Echel, and Jenna," the three outer gas giants were highlited. "The Sith will most probably come into this location." a wide band appeared. "Aqua will not be of much help due to its position, but both Echel and Jenna are in good position to use their orbital stations. There are forty Whooper orbitals on each planet, and a number of sky fortresses."

"There are five ways through Majora's Wall short of blasting through it." the nearly spherical envelope between the outer and inner planets was highlited. "The points above and below the elliptic are loose enough that craft can go through. They have a good amount of automated defenses and mine installations, however. There are three artificial holes through the Wall. two of them" two tubules were imposed onto the sphere, "are too narrow to allow much traffic. I doubt they'll be used, and the sphincter defenses around them are quite tough."

"The third section," she highlited the last hole in the shpere of Majora's Wall."Is the main trade route. Several SSDs can fit through it side by side. I expect it to be the main point of attack. Perhaps the Imperials will run the gauntlet and try to go above or below the eliptic, but the heavy Whoopers at Paradigm Sol (system's sun) should handle them.

"Starhavven Station is located on the outside of the Wall, directly at the point of entry into this passage. Its shields might be able to withstand one strike from the Death Star, but no more than that. I expect Starhavven to use its missiles, or to stay out of the conflict alltogether. This depends on the board of directors, not on me."

"Beyond the sphincter defenses we will put most of our forces, with some in reserve. If the imperials do attack from multiple sides, then we can always shift our forces to meet the threat. Our job is to keep the Sith busy while the Planetforges make their escape. Now, are there any questions?" Alicia asked.

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The Tower, Paradigm Prefecture

"Ser, we don't have the ability to handle the Flux, not yet."

"Do we have a choice? There are six Flux cannon at our disposal. I suggest we use them.

"There's always a choice. Haven't we seen what Flux did at Southport? That was just a residual. This'll be the real thing. Maybe the Sith won't be able to use the system, but neither will we."

"In this case, that may be the lesser evil. We have seen what the Empire, or at least its allies do to their people..."

The convoy has begun to take refugees, but it was a slow going, due to the riots that suddenly sprang up as people jostled to get on.

"Oy!" the bellow made people grab their ears, wince in pain. Children quieted. "I want One consort per chid. If you don't got at child, then you have No business to be here!" the massive magus shouted. Part ogre, part troll, with other parts thrown in as a bonus, he was twice as tall as the tallest human, and just as broad. He switched to a pacifying hex for the next part. "The only thing the Impies want are your orbital defenses. The are NOT going to slag your homes."

The riots quieted. Weyreans turned their labors to more productive things. The Tower did not operate overtly, not now.

Three hours later, many of Jenna's orbital installations were firmly in local hands. Under the Contract, there was no way for the Weyrean government to stop such action.

Raven Sat looking round as the Sith fleet jumped the admiral looked at him.

"sir shouldnt we jump?"

"mmm..fine have our ships exit hyperspace slightly further then theres i want all ground assult forces ready if we're asked to invade. as soon as we exit send in the 3D mapper drones to get a better image of the system, have tatical be ready and make shore we get all the data we need for this......"

"Paradigm system"

"yes this Paradigm system, make shore we have all the data we need so that our holo maps are acurate."

"yes my lord"

The admiral walked off barking orders as raven looked round the bridge, he sighed war was so boring in space he wanted to get down and durty with combat.

"admiral if you need me i will be in the training room"

Raven walked off out of the bridge to the training room in the lower levels. The training room was a massive room or rooms. 100s of Siths and Clones were training in hand to hand combat and in range combat, he smiled as he saw the training. CorpSacian training was slightly more burtal then most when weapons on live ammo and hand to hand combat well, if you were good you wouldnt lose a limb.

OOC:weyr do you have AIM? if so TG me your Screen name (unless i already have y) and coreworlds go AIM befor i eat your monkey.

On the bridge of the Ragnarok, Sotan received a message from Lord Vader's vessel.

You are ordered to initiate your hyperdrive, and move on the Paradigm system.

Sotan smiled. "At last: combat. Helm! Status of hyperspace engines!"

"Fully charged!" said the Helm Officer.

"Good! Set co-ordinates for the outskirts of the Paradigm Systems, and prepare to jump on my mark. Tactical! Raise primary shields to maximum level, keep secondary shields on standby, and energize the armour. Bring ALL weapons banks to maximum ready status, and power the cloaking device."

The Tactical Officer worked hurriedly. "Primary shields online, armour energized. Weapons fully armed, and cloaking device is powered. We are go for launch."

Several Bridge Officers snickered, Sotan included. "All right, I am transmitting attack plans to all vital stations. Look them over extensively, I expect them to be followed exactly. If you have anything to make them better, by all means, use them. We'll need all the help we can get. If you need a more simplified version of the plan, just remember these words: Whack a Mole. Initiate hyperdrive in 3...2...1...MARK!"

One by one, the 10 Scimitar Class Superdestroyers shot off towards Paradigm, ready to attack.

OOC thread:
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NSV Rikdo Koshi
Cloudhavven Station, Paradigm System

"Hmm..." murmured Commander Kamijyo, as he raised his hand.

Once he recieved the notice, he stood up from his seat and spoke.

"What of the evacuation plan? If all else fails."

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While the meetings were going on, the evacuation crews onboard the SS Europa and the SS Satsuki Midori space stations were busy loading on millions of Weyr civilians.

OOC: busy...

"Well....I guess you've already seen the Planetforge. We've been building a planetary constructor machine for the last fifty years. We have four of the six structures built, and they're taking on their full capacity as we speak." Alicia shifted the holoprojection, zooming onto the fourth planet, Paradigm. The asteroids of Majora's Wall shot past the viewers.

There were four great spokes, crystalline pillars a thousand kilometers long, attached to the planet's equator. In reality, they hovered half a kilometers above the surcafe, but that was unimportant.

"The Planetforge comstructs are unarmed, but they can hold at least half the population of Paradigm OOC: ~400million, and their forward armor has been designed to withstand more than enough punishment. That's what we're protecting. Unfortunately, even premium rates aren't enogh to attract civilian craft for the evacuation."

The smallest cruise ships are now full and head 'home'. The Refugee Savior is half-full now.

OOC: It'll be full when the Sith gets here.

Hyperion Fleet, the flagship detatchment, set a course for Weyr space.
500 War Cruisers Bio:
650 meters long
120 meters wide
50 meters tall
20 phaserbanks, 10 photon torpedo tubes/w autoloader (normally 3 round round burst but now 6)

2 Ravan class cap ships Bio:
5 km long
.5 km wide
1 km tall
250 turbolaser turrets, 15 interstellar gunship fighters (IGFs)

1 Republic class Universe Cruiser Saving Grace (flagship) Bio:
40 km tall
10 km long
20 km wide
500 heavy turbolaser turrets, 50 IGFs
Massive shields, 5 feet of uridium dura-armor
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Piett: Send a message to the Imperial Fleets. Tell them we will bgin attacking immediately.

Com: Done, sir.

“The fleet is coming out of hyperspace my Lord, we are at the edge of their inhibitor field.”

The emperor upon his raised dias was in intense concentration, he was preparing for something, something huge. After a few moments an elderly crackly voice was raised. “Good, good Order the fleet to move into position just outside weapons range. The minefield will be cleared.”

“Yes my Lord.”

The Captain turned and left the throne room. The death star now more secure than Curoscant itself was a moveable, impregnable fortress. The vast Sith fleet arrayed behind the death star would wait and wonder at what surprise the emperor had in store. At the edges of the minefield itself a vast ripple slowly began to form it turned and twisted and slowly generated into a force caused void. Its vast gravitational pull would begin to pull in mines from all directions. A stagnant field would be bad enough however this field was moving. Those force users who knew of this ancient power would realise that the emperor was creating a dark storm. Turning and twisting it the vast hole in the force would pull and destroy almost anything it touched or came near.

On board the executor Lord Vader himself was preparing the fleet. “Commander, send the signal to have all ships launch their fighters. Have the Corpsacian vessels hold the flank while Sith and Chronosian warships take the brunt of the main assault. I want all interdiction cruisers at the forward lines. Repeat this to all ships as I want the incoming weapons of the Whooper canons to be deflected or halted by interdiction fields while the Coreworldian ships take out the cannons. The rest of the fleet is to provide tactical supports and engage any enemy ships approaching the fleet.”

“At once Lord Vader.”

The Dooman fleet exited warp next to the other fleets.

"Prepare boarding parties, shields up, red alert. All weapons fire on my command!" shouted Dredhamer as the bridge officers carried out his orders.

The Chronosian fleet readied. Now was the moment; now the final hour; let slip the dogs of war; let cry the hawk and know that this was the time of judgement, when his will would fall upon them, seperating wheat from chaff.
"On my mark...We ready"
"Aye, Commander."
Mort tensed.
"In his name...."

As the Ekardian fleet exited hyperspace and began to move to the left flank Admiral Taine began giving orders.
"Begin charging the sheilds and weapons, have fighters prepeare to launch. As soon as the Emporer gives the command we begin attacking the stations."
"Aye,sir.

In a massive conference room on the Lost Atreides capital world of Cait, a group of high ranking officers discussed the latest reports of an aggressive and idiotic Unified Sith.

"Why is this damned universe filled with such idiots," muttered the Supreme Bashar Exavi Raysian angrily, as he read the latest patrol reports. "The hell is wrong with those bastards... Unified Sith has existed long enough on the sufferance of the Lost Atreides and the time has come for us to quash their idiocy once and for all."

Standing up, the aging Supreme Bashar glared down at his lieutenants, all of them high ranking officers. "Bashars. Prepare you forces for the first combat the Lost Atreides have seen for generations. We will teach these arrogant sith the meaning of Atreides justice."

In unison, the Bashars of the Lost Atreides rose and saluted their commanding officer. "We will sacrifice ourselves to the God Emperor before we surrender. The Sith will be crushed under the iron heel of the Lost Atreides."

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Within two hours of the decision, the Lost Atreides military forces prepared for its first war in generations, seeking TAQWA, the price of freedom from the foul, evil known as Unified Sith. In space above, Cait, an impressive armada gathered, representing two-thirds of the Lost Atreides naval power.

Aboard their respective flagships, the six Bashars commanding the fleet waited for the signal from Supreme Bashar Exavi Raysian aboard the lead warship, the powerful dreadnaught, the LAS-2397 Jihad. Satisfied with his preparations, the Supreme Bashar gave the signal. One by one, the one thousand warships of the Lost Atreides Jihad Navy disappeared into foldspace, heading towards the nation of Weyr and battle...

The Iron Fist and her escorts reverted to realspace and recieved the orders from Lord Vader.

"Very well. Prepare to attack while the minefield is cleared!" Admiral Isard ordered.

"Yes sir!"

The admiral looked over a holomap of the system. As we destroy the Whooper cannons, I will have a couple gravity bombs destroy the planet Jenna and it's moons. That should be impressive to see, especially how long it takes for the bombs to eat a gas giant.

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The Refugee Savior has just finished loading the people of Jenna, forcing many to stay, and started heading out when the Sith began to appear on the outskirts.

"Get us out of here!" The captain ordered, as the ship tried to find a path to make the jump to hyperspace.

<<Three days prior to current time>>

I don't f*cking need this. I leave for six days, and everything goes to pot.... Alicia fumed.

"Ser, Victoria is here to see you, the comm beeped.

"Send her in," Alicia replied, voice dripping with acid.

The door whooshed open, slid closed. Alicia raised her hand before her protege could even begin.

"I don't care. I really, really don't care. You haven't been doing this for long, fine. You still know how to deal with Storm. He had ORDERS to stay IN THIS SYSTEM."

"But I thought..."

"What? That I was going to single-handedly take on the Empire? Our commitment ended as soon as the Coredians surrendered. Storm's only kid is dead, fine. That doesn't give him the right to f*cking run and massacre his command. And to maker things worse...you had to let the idiot Council declare f*cking war! We don't need a war. Weyr can't fight a war. We rely on the phyles, and the phyles won't wait to get destroyed. They'll keep on f*cking bowing and scraping to us until the Star gets here, then grovel and beg for surrender terms......"

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<<Current time>>
Paradigm Planet Orbit

"Ser, message from Jenna. It's broken off...ser. They've set up their own government and sued for peace," the aide rushed into the command center orbiting Paradigm. "Said they'll blow the orbitals, and any moons that stick with us."

"Alright," Alicia nodded.

"Ser?"

"The Contract isn't a suicide pact. Jenna's just the first. There'll be more people bailing out," Alicia explained. It's what I'm counting on, she did not say.

"Incoming craft. ETA twenty minutes," the announcement boomed through the Net.

The fleet encountered little resistance. Mine and missile stations drifted into the Dark Storm. There were more in the two doughnut-shaped rings around the Paradigm system, though many were out of range.

"Ready missiles," the command flashed.

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Starhavven Station

"All Weyrean-aligned military craft -must- exit the station within ten minutes, or be confiscated," the message blared through the giant sphere of Starhavven. In the central command center, at the heart of the station, the Directors were gathered at the back, watching the holoprojections of the multiple forces.

"Contact the High King," Director Yueh of Paradox Enterprises, nd CEO of the Cloudhavven Board of Directors, commanded.

"Comm channel open," the tech said.

"Ser Alicia, the Board of Directors has voted. Starhavven is no longer bound to the Contract," Yueh stated over the link.

"I understand. Have you told the Empire?" Alicia asked after a short moment.

"Yes ser, we're about to."

"Well then, I wish you luck."

"And you, ser."

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Let it hereby be known that the Associated Prefectures of Jenna are no longer part of the Kingdom of Weyr. Any and all military craft belonging to either the Kingdom of Weyr or the Empire will not be permitted to enter the Jenna planetary system.

Even as that message went out on all bands, Whooper cannon in orbit around the gas giant itself shifted in their orbits. Three seconds later the four moon, Eritrea, was turned into a field of subatomic particles and slag. Twelve of the thrity Whooper cannon had been destroyed by self-defense stations controlled by the new Jenian government. Eritrea was a weapons dump. Now, it was gone along with its heavy armaments.

"The Station of Starhavven refuses to take sides in this conflict. This is an official termination of the Contract, and our part in the Kingdom of Weyr. Military craft belonging to combatants are no longer welcome in Starhavven." blared from Starhavven Station.

In a space of two hours, Paradigm had lost half of its defenses, without a shot being fired.

As teh CorpSacian fleet exited hyperspace Raven jaw droped, no one elce would see it yet but he could feel its power.
"my god" Raven said as he felt the Dark Storm, "no one had created one of them for 1,000s of years".
"my lord orders comeing in from Lord Vader, We're to hold the flank" the Admiral reported.
"suits me, order all ship to attack formation. Rise shield, Arm weapons activate the Real barrier" Raven order "Send out all fighters and have the Pocket Dreadnoughts move in to a Sphere Formation. Also make shore all Troop Transports and Ground forces are ready for invasion just in case we need them"
"aye my lord" the Admiral replyed "send out all 3DM Drones link all data to the Entire fleet lets make shore C&C is working on all the Pocket Dreadnoughts."

The ships started moveing as the fighters poured out of the Pocket Dreadnoughts and Battlecarriers. The battle ships took up at the front and read and the Destroyers covered each flank. The real Barrior went out to a distance of 2 Light seconds preventing any Interdimentional ripes, tears, openings etc in the radios of the CorpSacian fleet.
the drones poured out of the PDs activateing there stelth and heading into the mest of the system mapping it all and sending it back to the Pocket Dreadnoughts, that in turn was sending Data to ALL allied ships.


OOC: basicly the PDs are sending tactical Data to all vessals in the entire fleet thanks to the Sensors it has and so forth, 3D maping means that holo imageing of all ships friend and foe are produced and what ever elce is in the system. If you can detect the drones it will do disrupt the data but the Sensors on the PDs are just as good (just means we dont get 100% acurate data).
The Real Barrior means that anything that uses interdimentional traval (any traval thats not in Real space) and trys to open a protol cant. tho the radios is not that grate but it does the job (only 372 564.794 miles radios)

In a massive conference room on the Lost Atreides capital world of Cait, a group of high ranking officers discussed the latest reports of an aggressive and idiotic Unified Sith.

"Why is this damned universe filled with such idiots," muttered the Supreme Bashar Exavi Raysian angrily, as he read the latest patrol reports. "The hell is wrong with those bastards... Unified Sith has existed long enough on the sufferance of the Lost Atreides and the time has come for us to quash their idiocy once and for all."

Standing up, the aging Supreme Bashar glared down at his lieutenants, all of them high ranking officers. "Bashars. Prepare you forces for the first combat the Lost Atreides have seen for generations. We will teach these arrogant sith the meaning of Atreides justice."

In unison, the Bashars of the Lost Atreides rose and saluted their commanding officer. "We will sacrifice ourselves to the God Emperor before we surrender. The Sith will be crushed under the iron heel of the Lost Atreides."

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Within two hours of the decision, the Lost Atreides military forces prepared for its first war in generations, seeking TAQWA, the price of freedom from the foul, evil known as Unified Sith. In space above, Cait, an impressive armada gathered, representing two-thirds of the Lost Atreides naval power.

Aboard their respective flagships, the six Bashars commanding the fleet waited for the signal from Supreme Bashar Exavi Raysian aboard the lead warship, the powerful dreadnaught, the LAS-2397 Jihad. Satisfied with his preparations, the Supreme Bashar gave the signal. One by one, the one thousand warships of the Lost Atreides Jihad Navy disappeared into foldspace, heading towards the nation of Weyr and battle...

OOC: Please have a look at the conditions of rping that i have put at the start of the Empire strikes back thread. 1) You have no knowladge of the attack on Weyr, you no nothing of it Icly, how can you get involved?. 2) You may attack however i doubt your ready to take on a 20 member alliance which has more weapons than ten of your nations combined. 3) Meh 4) I would like you to add me to msn or AIM so it can be sorted out OOCly there is many subplots with other nations that you are starting to ruin. Example - Jordaxia, The Wick and Corewrolds rebellion so if you can come on msn we can get the finer points sorted out.

OOC:
@Sith: I think that everyone can know about your actions, considering that act that you're the -only- person around with a Death Star. Anyway....

The Refugee Savior has just finished loading the people of Jenna, forcing many to stay, and started heading out when the Sith began to appear on the outskirts.

"Get us out of here!" The captain ordered, as the ship tried to find a path to make the jump to hyperspace.

"Savior, assume following vectors. We'll clear a path for you," the coded message flashed from Starhavven Control. Starhavven was officially no longer part of the Kingdom, as of thirty minutes ago, but it was still the civilian traffic control for the paradigm System.

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Paradigm Orbital Control. Paradigm orbit.

Ser, thirty more phyles have broken off."

"Did they give a cause?"

"Violation of Article One of the Contract -- High Council no longer capable of protecting its constituents."

"Alright. What're our assets?"

"Forty percent."

"Ookay. Planetforge?

"Forge four and five at ninety percent firien capacity."

"Savior, assume following vectors. We'll clear a path for you," the coded message flashed from Starhavven Control. Starhavven was officially no longer part of the Kingdom, as of thirty minutes ago, but it was still the civilian traffic control for the paradigm System.

"Thank you." Was the reply, and then the cruise ship headed through the path and into hyperspace to freedom.

OOC: Any particualr reason I'm being ignored at every turn? :(

The Dominon of Apoclania, already a member of the Galactic Empire, stands ready to assist in the destruction of the Weyr Confederation. We will supply:

10 Scimitar Class Superdestroyers (Picture: http://www.ex-astris-scientia.org/scans/factfiles/scimitar.jpg )
The Scimitar is an extremely powerful warship with nearly the amount, if not much more, of the firepower of an Executor class Star Destroyer. It has 52 Plasma Disruptor Cannons, 47 Transphasic Torpedo Banks, 27 Pulse Beam Cannons, and 1 Omega Cannon (about 1/3 the power of the Death Star Main Cannon). Defended by Primary and secondary shields, combined with a thick Neutro-Duranium hull, make a Scimitar nearly indestructable.
A Scimitar has a complement of several thousand (crew + military personnel). It's docking bays can hold large amounts of attack fighters, along with troop and armour transports. Just one Scimitar can deposit a massive wave of troops, so only a few Scimitars are needed in order to take a planet, if the vessel's captain is not ordered to destroy the planet first.
Finally, the Scimitar also has a powerful cloaking device that emits no elements that could reveal it's position to enemy vessels. Regrettably, it cannot fire while cloaked.

So, our ground forces are all transported by the Scimitars, save several unmentioned Spacial Troop Transports.

The Dominion of Apoclania would be only too pleased to share this technology with any Empire Member Nations. We await the order to attack.

OOC: I admit I did hike up the stats of a real Scimitar Warbird. Lemme know if the changed stats are ok.

It did in Star Trek Nemesis :rolleyes:

It did in Star Trek Nemesis :rolleyes:
(1) If you're not part of this RP, please keep the OOC down to a minimum. We have an OOC thread for random cr4p.
(2) If you fire while cloaked, all my comps have to do is calculate the vectors, and your craft goes bye bye.........firing while cloaked = pointless. And I don't recognize 'stealth engines', either........just FYI.....If you want to stay strict to ST tech, then one blast from one of my destroyers will completely demolish anything from the Federtion, the Klingon, or the BORG. See? That's why I don't bother with staying true to SW, SW, or, in my case, pseudo-Yamato/Starblazers cannon.......
@Ruthless Slaughter: You haven't done anything to warrant an individual response, yet....I'm not even sure there'll be a real battle anymore.....

(2) If you fire while cloaked, all my comps have to do is calculate the vectors, and your craft goes bye bye.........firing while cloaked = pointless. And I don't recognize 'stealth engines', either........just FYI.....If you want to stay strict to ST tech, then one blast from one of my destroyers will completely demolish anything from the Federtion, the Klingon, or the BORG. See? That's why I don't bother with staying true to SW, SW, or, in my case, pseudo-Yamato/Starblazers cannon.......
@Ruthless Slaughter: You haven't done anything to warrant an individual response, yet....I'm not even sure there'll be a real battle anymore.....

OOC: I'm not staying strict to star trek technology. I made up a lot of the tech used in my superdestroyers. (ie, Pulse Beam Cannons, Omega Cannons, Neutro-Duranium). I also have some "surprises" that weren't mentioned in those specs I provided. I'll be using these specific superdestroyers for this RP, and beefed up versions in others. This is my first major RP anyways.

The Apoclanian warfleet came out of hyperspeed. Following the Emperor's orders, Daitengu Sotan ordered a full stop once his vessels were in formation.

"Status." he barked.

The Sensor Officer checked his panels. "According to long range scans, we're just outside of the Weryean weapons range. They can't hit us."

"Excellent." said Sotan, smiling.

At the edges of the minefield itself a vast ripple slowly began to form it turned and twisted and slowly generated into a force caused void. Its vast gravitational pull would begin to pull in mines from all directions. A stagnant field would be bad enough however this field was moving. Those force users who knew of this ancient power would realise that the emperor was creating a dark storm. Turning and twisting it the vast hole in the force would pull and destroy almost anything it touched or came near.

The bridge crew, and all other below the command deck who saw the massive distortion, were shocked.

"Never mind weapons range, what the hell is THAT?!"

The Sensor Officer hurried to scan the distortion. "Some kind of ultra-powerful gravitational distortion. I'm picking up something else, but I can't identify it."

Sotan's First Officer, Daitengu Intermediate Grade Keran looked intently at the distortion. "It's a dark hole." she said.

Sotan turned. "A what?"

"A dark hole, sir. I've heard about it from force users. It takes an extreme amount of concentration and control of the force to be able to make one."

"What does it do?"

"It's pretty much a 'Force Controlled Black Hole'. The sheer gravitational forces are so powerful anything that comes into contact with it is destroyed instantly. If the one creating the dark hole loses control, regaining it is near impossible, even for the most advanced users."

"Well, who could make this?"

The answer was too obvious. "The Emperor."

The comm panel beeped. "Receiving transmission from Lord Vader's vessel, sir."

All ships are to launch their fighters. The Corpsacian vessels hold the flank while Sith and Chronosian warships take the brunt of the main assault. All interdiction cruisers at the forward lines. The incoming weapons of the Whooper canons are to be deflected or halted by interdiction fields while the Coreworldian ships take out the cannons. The rest of the fleet is to provide tactical supports and engage any enemy ships approaching the fleet.”

The bridge was silent for a moment.

"Well?" shouted Sotan. "You heard Lord Vader, launch fighters!"

"Yes, Daitengu!" shouted the Tactical Officer, quickly relaying Sotan's orders to the fighter bays.


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RAGNAROK FIGHTER BAYS

In each Scimitar Class Superdestroyer were five massive fighter bays, designed specifically to launch massive numbers of fighters. Each bay held at least 200 fighters, meaning there could be as many as 1000 attack fighter/bombers loaded into a superdestroyer, and in this case, there was. And with 10 fully loaded SuperDestroyers, there had to be at least 10,000 fighters ready for combat.

The launch alarm began to blare, and red lights flashed. Pilots who had been waiting patiently were snapped into alertness, and they darted to their respective fighters. They hopped into the fighter cockpits, strapped on restraints, and powered up their fighters, waiting for clearance to liftoff. It came soon afterwards, as Sotan gave the all clear for launch.

Sotan sent an order to all SuperDestroyers: "All vessels, launch only two bays of fighters each. I want the rest on standby for when major combat begins. Judging by the sheer size of the Sith fleet, the chance might be slim. But i want to be ready."

Each of the 10 vessels acknowledged the order, and dispatched 400 fighters each.

"All fighters, take formation along with the rest of the fleet. Wait for the order to attack. If any hostile forces approach us, you have clearance to fire."

NSS Europa Space Station and NSS Midori Satsuki-4 Space Station

As the two gigantic space stations reached full capacity, they informed their escort vessels and began to get ready for their Gate-out out of the system.

To: Weyr Space Command
This is the NSS Europa, we have ______ million Weyr refugees onboard and are ready for transit out of the system. We are requesting that your units near sections 3857a stand down to allow the space stations and their escorts through.


OOC: im brain dead...i to tired to be creative...

"NSS Europa," you are clear for transit at requested section." the message was flashed back to the -Noir- craft a few seconds later. "No one's insane enough to mess with you on our side."

NSS Europa Space Station

To: Weyr Space Command
Don't worry, they won't be able to catch us...Just give us some cover fire.

God Speed...



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"Absolute Coordinates set and logic drives ready to go."

"Traffic cleared on the column..."

"Receiving clearance from Transfer System Control...Everything all green."

"Return Pulse in 5...4...3...2...1!"

A large gate was generated in front of the two space stations and their escort vessels. The large vessels slowly entered into the gate and gated-out to the designated safe zone outside of Weyr Territory.

OOC: sorry for the delay but it could not be helped.

IC: The emperor was now slowly releasing his power, the force storm at his height had accomplished everything that was needed. The minefield was now no longer a significant threat and the emperor was now reducing the force storm to nothingness. As force storm now gone from the battlefield had reduced the Emperors energy significantly he could now only give orders from this moment onwards.

Reports were coming in from all over the fleet of enemy installations exploding and detonating all over their home system. Planets and installations were now declaring neutrality and neutral they would remain.

Upon the bridge of the Executor Lord Vader himself was waiting for the force storm to degenerate so the fleet could move in. as the small blips of stars could be seen reappearing the void of the storm disappeared. “Commander I want you to let the fleet know that all neutral factions are not to be harmed, the may become useful allies in the future. Concentrate all firepower on all hostile forces.” Turning his ghostly mask Vader now peered at General Veers the son of the recently deceased Admiral. “General Veers prepare your men.”

Throughout the fleet orders were now being given to advance. The Sith fleet now moved forward into the large hole created by the minefield. The vast formation of star destroyers swarmed around the greater construct of the superstar destroyers.

FLEET ORDERS


Entire fleet to advance apart from Corpsac and Ruthless Slaughter who will hold the flank and route of escape the Death Star will remain out of system until otherwise stated. Ground Forces are to be prepared and ready for deployment (your area Corpsac) All fighters are to move in ahead of the fleet and concentrate on all heavy installations and warships.4

(little post now as I don’t have much time. will post more tonight)

OOC: I'm assuming that you're moving -up- in relation to the system sun, seeing as that's where you've prolly cleared the mines from, and going towards the planet Paradigm through the 'bottom' of Majora's Wall.

"Missiles hot," the system's missile installations fired. Some twenty thousand hyper-capable missiles lanced towards the approaching fleet from remaining automated defense installations in the two doughnut-shaped rings around the Paradigm System.

"Ser, we've got sixty percent of the Kingdom declaring the Contract void. . ."

"You know, at this rate, we're not going to have a knigdom," Ash chuckled.

"That's what I'm counting on,"

"Ask for peace terms?"

"Eh.....let's give it a while."

"Fire Whooper cannon as soon as they enter the lower gap," the command flashed to the Whooper cannon that drew their power directly from Paradigm-Sol, the Paradigm system's sun.

OOC: sorry for the delay but it could not be helped.

IC: The emperor was now slowly releasing his power, the force storm at his height had accomplished everything that was needed. The minefield was now no longer a significant threat and the emperor was now reducing the force storm to nothingness. As force storm now gone from the battlefield had reduced the Emperors energy significantly he could now only give orders from this moment onwards.

Reports were coming in from all over the fleet of enemy installations exploding and detonating all over their home system. Planets and installations were now declaring neutrality and neutral they would remain.

Upon the bridge of the Executor Lord Vader himself was waiting for the force storm to degenerate so the fleet could move in. as the small blips of stars could be seen reappearing the void of the storm disappeared. “Commander I want you to let the fleet know that all neutral factions are not to be harmed, the may become useful allies in the future. Concentrate all firepower on all hostile forces.” Turning his ghostly mask Vader now peered at General Veers the son of the recently deceased Admiral. “General Veers prepare your men.”

Throughout the fleet orders were now being given to advance. The Sith fleet now moved forward into the large hole created by the minefield. The vast formation of star destroyers swarmed around the greater construct of the superstar destroyers.

FLEET ORDERS


Entire fleet to advance apart from Corpsac and Ruthless Slaughter who will hold the flank and route of escape the Star will remain out of system until otherwise stated. Ground Forces are to be prepared and ready for deployment (your area Corpsac) All fighters are to move in ahead of the fleet and concentrate on all heavy installations and warships.4

(little post now as I don’t have much time. will post more tonight)

OOC: US! Will you reply to my y post! They've already started attacking Endor on ESB! An Weyr, is your world protected on the inside? Either way, expect the unexpected...

IC: Two Hundred Kilometers away from Paradigm, a large subspace portal opened. It just stayed there, shimmering, as if it were under . This is because the portal was relatively small in size for the fleet it was carrying (to reduce sensor pickups). However, after a few seconds, something burst out of the portal. Then another, then a couple, then a dozen, then a thousand, and so on. After a minute, all of them came out of the portal and curled up into a ball.

These were sentinels, a special type of war machine developed shortly after the Shivan Invasion. Sentinels were squid like killer machines, with hundreds of tenticles, each one with morphable claws. The head of the sentinel had fifty red 'eyes', each one of different size to another. After a minute, they assessed the situation, and then, then burst out of their ball, and into a large river...flowing straight to Paradigm...

Meanwhile, the 1st Fleet jumped out of the portal, one ship at a time. The portal closed, and the ships got into formation, before moving towards the Sith fleet...

OOC: Please have a look at the conditions of rping that i have put at the start of the Empire strikes back thread. 1) You have no knowladge of the attack on Weyr, you no nothing of it Icly, how can you get involved?. 2) You may attack however i doubt your ready to take on a 20 member alliance which has more weapons than ten of your nations combined. 3) Meh 4) I would like you to add me to msn or AIM so it can be sorted out OOCly there is many subplots with other nations that you are starting to ruin. Example - Jordaxia, The Wick and Corewrolds rebellion so if you can come on msn we can get the finer points sorted out.
(OOC: Hm... Well, my main target is you not your allies, so I wouldn't mind that much. And how do I not know about you? You freaking built a Death Star with your 1.474 billion population and your invasions of Coreworlds and others... If you can do that, my entire fleet would be over 5000 massive warships, since my population 2.459 billion... I only care about stopping your aggressions...)

Entire fleet to advance apart from Corpsac and Ruthless Slaughter who will hold the flank and route of escape the Death Star will remain out of system until otherwise stated. Ground Forces are to be prepared and ready for deployment (your area Corpsac) All fighters are to move in ahead of the fleet and concentrate on all heavy installations and warships.
"Very well. Move in! Launch all fighters!" Admiral Isard ordered. The Star Destroyers and Iron Fist powered up their engines and accelerated forward as they unleashed their X-wings, A-wings, E-wings, B-wings and K-wings, all painted black or grey.

OOC: FYI, the whole ignore the guy the guy until he goes away thing WILL NOT WORK WITH ME. If you want me to leave the RP at least muster up the maturity and say it to my face (figuratively) and I'll leave. :rolleyes:

"All vessels, open fire."

The Dooman fleet of 200 SDs, 10 SSDs, and the Helldawg opened fire on the Weyran vessels, utilizing their new autoloading quantum torpedo tubes, fireing ten rounds in under two seconds at hostile vessels, and fireing turbo lasers.

As the Emperors orders relayed across the screens Admiral Taine began to shout orders.
"Release the Tie Daggers and Tie Defenders, I want the Daggers to form a defensive screen for us while the Defenders attack the stations, prepare to launch Proton torpedoes and Concussion missles."
"Fire."
Hundreds of missiles streaked away from the fleet and began to head for the whooper stations, fighters poured out of the fighter bays like a hive of angry hornets.
"Have the fleet form a wedge I want the Frigates to from along the outside of it, now all ships full speed towards the stations.

A Whooper station was, in essense, a giant pile of fusactors and firien cells, with a projector mounted on one end. For all purposes, a Whooper could keep firing as long as it had energy. Sitting a few thousand kilometers above Paradigm-Sol, sixty Whooper cannon turned on the Imperial ships. Sixty stars flashed around the yellow sun. Sixty beams ripped towards the Imperial craft from a million kilometers away.

"Lock shields," Admiral Ernesto Miranda commanded. The Paradigm Defense Fleet had over two hundred craft, ranging from small cruisers to hulking battleships. Without translation drives, they had significantly heavier shields and weapons. Locking shields concentrated the Weyrean craft into a dangerously small space, and prevented them from maneuvering, but it boosted shield power even more. They formed a block as the Imperials moved forward, into the inner Paradigm system. Their job was to block up the Imperial advance through the great gap in Majora's Wall, then retreat to Paradigm itself.

As the Emperors orders relayed across the screens Admiral Taine began to shout orders.
"Release the Tie Daggers and Tie Defenders, I want the Daggers to form a defensive screen for us while the Defenders attack the stations, prepare to launch Proton torpedoes and Concussion missles."
"Fire."
Hundreds of missiles streaked away from the fleet and began to head for the whooper stations, fighters poured out of the fighter bays like a hive of angry hornets.
"Have the fleet form a wedge I want the Frigates to from along the outside of it, now all ships full speed towards the stations.

"Parasites, coming in," tactical muttered.

"Keep formation. The stations got their own defenses. Dooman, Sith, and Coredian heavies coming in. Fire at will," Miranda responded. At that moment, sixty Whooper cannon beams ripped past the Weyrean craft, towards the enemy fleet, guided by the Weyrean fleet's scanners. "Ready to move," he commanded. The Weyrean craft opened up with their own Wave Guns, unleashing the power of three dozen SSDs every four seconds at every craft in range. Turbolaser shot splayed across combined shields. Craft buckled. Engineers rushed to smooth out flows between various craft.

For the TIEs attacking the eighty Whoopers around the sun, the REASON gatlings and FLAK were waiting. Interceptor missiles shot towards the Ekardian torpedoes. Some hit, some did not. Flashes peppered the long bodies of the Whoopers. These were no ordinary Whooper, but heavy stations built to withstand solar storms and Paradigm-Sol's tempestuous energies. Whoopers were getting disabled, but slowly. For now, they kept up their murderous fire, fire that was capable of ripping through an SSDs forward shields in two shots.

Fleet Details:
Paradigm Defense Fleet:
39x Nox Ships of the Line Mk1-Mk4 (1 disabled)
60x Marchese heavy Cruisers (2 disabled)
148x New Paradigm Light Cruisers or equivalent (20 disabled)
42x Other Craft (8 disabled)
Parasites: N/A
52x Whooper cannon (8 disabled)

Waiting for results from dispersed attack (4 waves) of what are, in essense twelve thousand SSD broadsides. You can shoot them down with pretty much anything, from TIE cannon to small turbolasers, depending on how good your gunners are.

Taine gazed at the wave of enemy fire coming at his fleet.
"Call back the Ties, have them begin firing at the enemy "missiles",(is that what they are?) All gunners are to begin firing at will, launch all torpedoes and missiles at the fleet now.

The fighters began shooting down some of the "missiles" but many(fighters) were shot down by the incoming fire, lasers began picking off some of the fire along with the torpedoes, but it just wasn't enough, some of the fire made it through and began hitting frigates and destroyers destroying them with only a few shots. Taine watched in horror as his fleet was decimated, he gazed at the hulks of 19 Star destroyers and 33 frigates. Human bodies floated in the vacuum of spacenear the battered hulls of their former ships. The formation he had picked for the fleet had saved many Star Desttroyers the frigates in front of them taking much of the fire.

"Call in reinforcements I want another fleet here immediately, now fire again everything at the Whooper cannons."
The turbolaser fire and torpedoes went toards the massive cannons. taine hoped to god that this barrage did more than the last did.

The Chronosian Warfleet surged into the gap; launching great waves of turbolazer, lance fire and ion cannon bursts. The void seemed to light up around them; as TIEs and Imperium fighters dipped and swarmed about the main bulk of the fleet.
Ships moved and swayed, following the Emperors orders. They would push forward, for the Planet...They would know no fear in the face of the enemy.
And as they continued onward; their weapons blazing, their thoughts bent entirely towards conquest...They could almost imagine how sweet victory would taste.

"Sir, Whooper stations in range."

"Good. Let's see how our new weapons do with them. Program a spread of gravity missiles for...100 meters and two minutes." A spread is 5 missiles. The width is the width of the event horizon. The time is the time the black holes would last before they disappear.

"Very well, sir." The officer punched in a series of commands.

"Aim the missiles at the closest cluster." Admiral Isard ordered. "Tell all allied fighters and ships that if they value their lives, they'd better keep away from the stations!"

"Yes sir!" The comms officer sent the warning while the targeting computers locked on the Whooper stations.

"We have firing solutions!"

The admiral didn't hesitate. "Fire!"

From the bowels of the Iron Fist, special missile launchers, larger than normal ones, opened and 5 blue streaks lanced out at the Whooper cannons, while the fleet continued to barrage others with turbolasers and ion cannons, as well as concussion missiles and proton torpedoes.

Each blue streak headed for the stations at near c, hard to track and shoot. When they detonate (usually a few dozen meters), they will flash, then they will start growing black spinning dots. The dots will grow larger and larger into the most feared object of space travellers: black holes. The black holes will continue to grow to full size, dragging space-time and nearby objects into an accretion disc and then consume everything into its event horizon, where tidal forces and the deadly singularity await to tear apart matter, atom by atom.

http://www.cosmographica.com/gallery/portfolio/portfolio351/images/398-TrinaryBlackHole.jpg

Admiral Dodonna was a happy man. He'd lived most of his life commanding 'defensive' ships in the armpit of Outer Heaven space.

The 'armpit' was a lawless region of space, filled with dense methane nebulae (one of the reasons why it was called the armpit) and many asteroids. Sadly, while the armpit is abandoned, it's the only gap in Outer Heaven's defence perimeter. Although, many ships have been lost to asteroid bashings and nebulae explosions.

But two months ago, that all changed. Liquidus Snake took the 1st Fleet with him on a 'Pilgrimage' to some Parallel and inverted universe, and the gap left by that needed to be filled. And so, with no other Admirals spare, Anton Slavik (you know who he is) replenished the 1st Fleet gap, and put Dodonna as Commander.

And so, the Admiral sat on his command chair, grinning. He watched the Sentinels, Outer Heaven's squid like machines, slither towards Paradigm.

That should keep those blasted Weyrians busy...

"Sir! We're now in contact range of the Sith Fleet! Shall I send a message?" A young Comm. Officer asked, his hand expectantly hovering over his console.

Dodonna nodded, "Tell them that we bring supplies from Endor, and that we're here to aid the invasion. Make the transmission thin-band, so the enemy won't pick it up." he ordered. The Comm. Officer nodded.

His hands danced over the console, and then he hit a big green button.

"Transmission sent sir."

"All vessels, open fire."

The Dooman fleet of 200 SDs, 10 SSDs, and the Helldawg opened fire on the Weyran vessels, utilizing their new autoloading quantum torpedo tubes, fireing ten rounds in under two seconds at hostile vessels, and fireing turbo lasers.
...

The attack was going well and so it should. The Home system of the so called Kingdom of Weyr was well defended however not defended well enough. The Imperial forces were still pushing into the system though a million km away from the sun they were still well within the defensive perimeter. The Interdictor cruisers with their large gravitational fields deflected and offset most incoming missiles with their large gravitational cones. The fields deployed heavily in front of the fleet were not enough to deflect missiles fired from the rear and sides of the fleet for that the Empire used sheer shield strength and durability.

“Lord Vader we are detecting an energy build up in the whopper cannons surrounding the sun. Enemy interference is affecting our systems slightly however we believe they are charging to fire.”

“Good Work commander plot the trajectories of the weapons and take evasive action.”

The enemy cannons would be firing almost a million km away from the fleet giving Imperial ships sufficient time to take evasive action and manoeuvre away from the incoming destructive beams. In mid firing sequence a tactical officer sounded over the silence of the bridge. “Gravity weapons deployed by the Coreworldian forces.”

Lord Vader instantly reacting would insure as little friendly casualties as possible. “Order the fleet to keep its distance and have all fighters retreat back tot eh capital ship formations to assist in the reduction of enemy missile strikes.”

“At once Lord Vader.”

As soon as the transmission was sent another voice sounded over the bridge along with a bright explosion signifying the destruction of an Imperial Star Destroyer. “We have just lost the Honour.”

“Order the vengeance to take its place I do not want a hole forming in our formation. What is the time until we get into range of the enemy fleet?”

“Three minutes Lord Vader.”

From the death star the emperor was viewing the battle with pleasure. The sheer aura of the dark side filling him with power, driving him more insane, driving his lust for conquest. While the abandonment of Weyr by most of the Kingdoms allies had not gone unnoticed. In order to capitalise on the situation an offer of surrender was drafted. Merely an audio signal by the captain of the Death Star however it bore the weight of the Emperors words.

“Attention all enemy forces. You have now witnessed the might of the Empire. You have fought with honour and given your lives but surely now you must realise that victory is impossible. Surrender now and your lives, your families and your homeworld and planets will be spared. Throw away the madness that is your government, join a Kingdom that can protect its citizens.”

It took a few moments for the replies to be sent back.

"One: you're not a Kingdom. Two: go f*ck yourself. Three: we've got a contract outstanding." Some form of that message was sent back to the Imperials by nearly every craft in the fleet. Had there not been Doomans in the Imperial force, the Weyrean fleet might have taken up the offer. As such, they were more afraid of the Doomans than of death.

"If you want to talk surrender terms, then you can stand down your weapons." Alicia sent from Paradigm. "I'm perfectly willing to end this idiocy right now."

In the meanwhile, Weyrean craft pulled quarter reverse, and began to shift back towards Paradigm. Coredian grav weapions exploded, demolishing a dozen Whoopers around the system's sun. A dozen more fell to bombardment. The twenty odd remaining cannon kept firing. Weyrean craft exploded, shields overloaded, or fallen out of formation.

"All craft, stand down weapons, the command came. In a few moments, the firing stopped on the Weyrean side. More power surged into shields instead.

Tagoo... And before I leave, I leave you with a message: "In warfare, there are always events that cannot be anticipated by military plans, surprises that becomes the turning points of history.

(ooc:someone care to bring me up to speed)

OOC: Weyr is going boom

And so, the Admiral sat on his command chair, grinning. He watched the Sentinels, Outer Heaven's squid like machines, slither towards Paradigm.

That should keep those blasted Weyrians busy...

Paradigm's orbit was filled with construction yards, docks, and everything necessary to construct and maintain star ships. Automated defense turrets kept watch over the planet. Forty Whooper cannon were gathered on a single hemisphere, ready to fire once the Imprial fleet came into range.

"Parasites, coming in,"

"Ready missiles,"

"Solution plotted,"

"Fire,"

Missile outposts in orbit around Paradigm opened with six hundred hyperfusion missiles. Flashes of light burst in the sky as they went hyper towards the Sentinels, each as powerful as a broadside from an SSD, set to blow on proximity and cover the widest area possible. They were smart misiles, with full scanner systems and pseudo-intelligence that could shift course to accomodate Sentinel shifts in trajectory.

"FLAK online,"

"Full dispersal pattern,"

Hundreds of flak guns rotated, began filling the space between them and the Sentinels with a deadly cloud of high-velocity debris.

[Enemy fire detected]

[Hyperfusion Missiles + Flak]

[Solution: Spread]

[Acknowledged]



The Sentinels instantly exploded away from each other. Their claws morphed into counter-measure droppers, and they started launching counter-measures, in the hopes of out-smarting the missiles.



[Objective is currently denied]

[Solution: Unknown]

[Evaluating]

[Evaluated]

[Solution: Cripple Platforms]

[Acknowledged]



The One million or so Sentinels (still seperated) moved in towards the platforms...

Hozgarth awaited further orders from the high command as to what he should be doing. His very little activity in this conflict annoied him but he knew that the emperor had good reason in this, maybe he was to witness why Exetonia must never fall out of grace with the galactic senate or maybe it was just to demonstrate the power of the force Exetonia had joined. either way, Hozgarth sat and awaited his orders.

OOC:What'd I miss?

OOC:
I guess this post is kind of happening out of timeish, since my fleet and Whopers have halted firing in response to Sith's offer of surrender.

@Doomingsland: nothing much. I'm just waiting for Sith to reply to my offer-acceptance of surrender....and at the same time trying to kill lots and lots of sentinels......

@Outer Heaven MK II: It might sound strange, coming from a nation that liberally employs magi'i, but unless your sentinels carry multipurpose goo that they can turn into all-spectrum decoys with the same radar-lidar profile as the sentinels themselves, you're out of luck....

.....I'm willing to accept Matrix squids that can go through space fast enough to reach my home planet, and that carry enough fuel/whatever to maneuver through space, and that can morph their tentacles into various tools; but I refuse to accept squids that can produce anything they want without any consequences.....

There were six hundred missiles, and many more sentinels. To the missile PI, a bunch of sentinels was just one big target. They split up, covering quite a larger area, and exploded, filling the interplanetary space with bright novas. Deciding that the issile's effect was not what it should be, the orbital PI switched to CIWS systems.

Space between the sentinels and Paradigm's orbitals was rapidly turning into a field of higgh-velocity shrapnel. At fifty thousand kilometers, thousands of REASON gatlings, capable of shredding armor off a corvette, opened fire from orbital platforms and Paradigm's numerous orbital docks, yards and colonies.

The Communication was sent hurtling towards the death star. Almost instantly after its transmission the Emperor was listening to it. However it had all been foreseen a reply was already drafted. As soon as the surrender transmission was sent and received the reply was dispatched, spoken by the emperor himself.

The entire fleet was ordered to cease fire, which happened almost instantly.

“Weyrian craft you have fought well but alas not even your mighty defensives are enough to provide victory tonight. The Empire is willing to cease fire under very generous terms our demands are simple. 1) Your government will dissolve and be replaced by a regional governor of our choice from the Kingdom itself. 2) Your nation will join the Galactic Empire as a loyal member and receive the benefits that entail therein. 3) You will cease all assistance towards the Rebellion. The Empire believe these to be a very generous considering the circumstances, you keep your laws and your way of life all you have to do is simply change your direction in the Galaxy.”

...and then the Dooman fleet dropped out of warp near the Sith fleet.

"Vote for dissolution of the Contract?" the High Councilor asked. It took exactly four minutes for every Councilor present to vote. "2310 to 330, Contract is dissolved. This Council will cease operations in three minutes. Milady, I assume you'll handle the surrender ceremonies?"

"Of course," Alicia inclined her head, communicating over the Net, already on a shuttle bound for Wye City. "Emperor, the Kingdom of Weyr is yours," she sent to the Death Star. The alchemists and magi'i would have to be assembled, along with the High Guard.

*****

The Weyrean fleet shut down its active weapons systems. Maneuvering drives fired, rotating the craft. "If you don't mind, we'll begin recovery ops," the fleet's CO sent to the Imperial fleet.

The turbolaser batteries have fallen silent. Damage reports show that 5 Star Destroyers have fallen and another 10 will need extensive repairs. Moderate damage are on another 6. The SSD recieved light damage, mostly on the bow.

Of the fighter compliment, The 1st Black Squadron (X-wings) was nearly wiped out while each Squadron reported losses that are lighter, but not from the perspective of the pilots themselves.

But victory was achieved, and that is all that counts for Admiral Isard. He smiled, as the crisp stormtroopers stood at attention, and the two Sith Knights following his every move didn't bother him in the least. But the Admiral had to wonder...How can I truly prove myself to the Emperor?

The Chronosian fleet stopped; pausing in space and time, before rallying to the Sith fleet.
Victory had been theres this day; an infinite fleet, undefeatable, gracing the galaxy with its presence...And soon there would be more.
"Emperor; our victory this day, is but another sign of your power, and a symbol of our invulnerability"

Raven was annoyed "god dam it never got to invade or even fire off a shot"

OOC: eg dam my brother for comeing over and takeing my computer over for the last 3 days.

As the order to cease fire came in Taine began looking at damage reports, 19 Star Destroyers, and 36 Frigates had been destroyed. 5 SD's would need extensive repairs. 3 fighter squadrons had been completely eliminated while others had taken light losses.
"Cancel the order for reinforcements."
"Yes, sir."

OOC: In a perfectly Weyrean gesture, anyone who wants to use Paradigm's repair facilities is more than welcome to do so, provided they pay up (at a discount rate, of course)

As for losses -- let's just say that Paradigm will be busily churning out new craft for at least a decade.

It had taken the (former) High King less than ten minutes to send out notices to the various (former) government agencies. The City Watch would continue to function, paid as it was directly by the several thousand local Urban Core Councils. The High Guard and Star Guard were private organizations, whose stock was already rising. Half of Weyr was made up of semi-independent governments in any case, with their own armies, services, and infrastructures. Another twenty minutes later, the (former) High King was somewhere in the sprawl of Paradigm City. Now that she was out of a job......it was time for a long vacation.

"I feel sorry for the poor sod who gets my job," Alicia chuckled.

The ancient netRadio behind the bar continued to rattle off news in the high-speed Wye City dialect. "Unconfirmed rumors of a massive Star Guard order continue to send Paradigm Index stocks to hew heights......." The Star Guard had lost a number of ships, and several thousand hands, which didn't matter in the long run. Weyrean military forces were not made up of patriotic youths, not in a significant way. For most, it as a job with a rather high rate of pay, and which was usually quite safe except for an occasional war.

"Have they named someone, yet?" Ash inquired.

"Nope. It's only a matter of time, though. It's not like they'll let me stay on..."

"Ser Alicia, ser Ash, your orders," the host sent a tray shooting down the oily counter.

"Thank you," Alicia caught it. "....Anyway, it's not like the system'll collapse or anything. We're an anarchy, after all. Anything goes," she waved a black-gloved hand.

A small, perhaps unnoticeable sensation in the Force managed to reach Alicia. Alicia...

A small, perhaps unnoticeable sensation in the Force managed to reach Alicia. Alicia...

Anything I can do for you, disembodied voice-person? Alicia asked, amused, deftly using her chopsticks in a war against undercooked brown rice.

Company? Ash asked on another thought-thread, noticing the thought-link, though unable to follow it. Three millenia were more than enough time for Ash to hone his thaumaturgic skills.

The voice chuckled, then grew serious. See if you can escape here and round up as much of your loyal fleet as you can. No telling what the Sith will do to you.

The voice chuckled, then grew serious. See if you can escape here and round up as much of your loyal fleet as you can. No telling what the Sith will do to you.

Fleet? Alicia laughed. Weyr doesn't have an escapable fleet. Who the hell am I speaking to, anyway?

An old friend. The voice 'smiled'. You may know me, or you may not.

OOC: Any Sith want to go after (former) High King Alicia li'Wye?

Alright, Alicia nodded mentally. She could guess who the owner of the 'voice' was. Maybe I'll drop by some time, then. Any particular place you want me?

A tiny brush on Alicia's forehead like a whisp of wind occured.

You now know where to go... The grandfatherly voice said. My descendants await.

The voice has told her where she needed to go. Now she must survive...

"Alicia, we have a problem," Ash muttered in her ear. There was a commotion at the entrance to the dingy, narrow pub. There were few commotions in Paradigm City, the Neo-Victorians made sure of that with aerostats, mites, and City Watch patrols.

"I see it," Alicia responded quietly after a moment. "Can't say I expected it." Wheels within wheels, she thought.

"Do we have a problem?" a loud voice penetrated the hubbub. Alicia knew that tone. It was the tone of a City Watch officer, probably mounted on his mechanical horse, outside the pub's open door. The Paradigm City Watch was efficient, and very good at what it did. Whomever was causing the problem would have his hands full. Alicia doubted, however, that it was just a drunk who had slightly spooked Ash.

OOC: My Sith'll go after Former High King Alicia ;)

Another voice whispered through the force; seemingkly like one made from many, babbling, cackling, its signature and words distorted, horribly twisted.
It was as though seven minds cried out in singular torment.

Someone moved through the crowd, pausing, looking up, crouching before...
Leaping through the air and landing on a nearby rooftop; skill was this one in the ways and abilities of the force; Chronos smirked, chuckled and moved along the rooftop.
He had sensed something here; and his father, Marcus De Drakan, sole Emperor of the Imperium, wanted the High King of Weyr in his grasp...

[Alert! New directive.]

[Confirmed.]

[Initiating protocol 33513687965...]

[Initiated. Directive will be fufilled.]

The sentinels (after the battle) had lost a few, but still over half of their original swarm was unscathed. With their new orders, they all swarmed towards Paradigm...

A few minutes later, the Sentinels landed. Many townspeople were worried at first, until the Sentinels made a circle, and unmorphed their razor saws.

In the circle, two troop transports landed.

"Alright troops, you know the drill! Lets move!"

Hatches popping open, hundreds of guardsmen emerged, Katanas in their back holsters, Pulse Rifles out, armour shining. Slowly, the guardsmen spread out...

OOC: If you want to try a hand at occupation, please contact me first. Until then, no occupation for you. Aside from the fact thay you'd get shot down...or crash into a planetary lighter......for bypassing Paradigm Control...

"You are under arrest for violation of section 4a of the Common Economic Treaty. Any resistance by you will result in physical, psychological, or, depending on your belief system, spiritual harm," the officer spat out. Two of his comrades picked up the man, wrapped in a cacoon of high-strength arachnoweave. A second later, they were gone.

The sun was setting on Pradigm City. Moving mediatrons turned up their brightness, stalked potential clients. The four Planetforge constructs disgorged the few thousand people they had accumulated over the two days, rotated ponderously, activated their drives for a short journey back to their normal siations around Paradigm Sol.

Life went on. Somewhere, foreign troops landed and found themselves quite ignored.

"Someone's following us," Ash stated as they shoved their way through the evening crowds. Workers in coveralls and suits filled the many-tiered streets and walkways. paradigm's spires rose around them, a hundred floors or more into the air. Alicia and Ash were on the fiftieth floor skystreet. Mediatrons glared from windows, walls, and aerostats, images of painful flashes, fast cars and naked women.

"I know," Alicia replied.

Paradigm (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/Weyr/1.jpg)

"Alicia..."
A voice whispered in the wind; as though someone had been right behind them and then faded away.
Still it watched from the shadows of rooftops, still it waited.
The Sith, Chronos, chuckled, moving swiftly across; leaping from building to building.
"Shall we play a game?"

OOC: it wasn't mind reading, it was sending a message...

OOC: it wasn't mind reading, it was sending a message...

I know. I don't mind communications. I just preffer that people don't try to mind-read my chars.....

OOC: Oh; ok...Its just that you didn't really acknowledge my post in your post, and I thought it was because you thought it was mind reading :P
It was a comm.

"Alicia..."
A voice whispered in the wind; as though someone had been right behind them and then faded away.
Still it watched from the shadows of rooftops, still it waited.
The Sith, Chronos, chuckled, moving swiftly across; leaping from building to building.
"Shall we play a game?"

Why not? Alicia chuckled. The steamer train had just arrived as Ash and Alicia entered the platform located in one of the massive skyscrapers n the outskirts of Paradigm City. They crammed inside, wedged like sardines in the car. Paradigm City was becoming like Wye City -- a teeming, crowded metropolis -- despite all the efforts of the Neo-Victorians who had originally founded the Paradigm Prefecture a century ago.

The officers pushed the last of the commuters inside the train cars. The steamer took off, accelerating a meter above the tripple rail, going through a myriad of buildings and over countless wide and narrow streets towards Paradigm Starport.

"Good...a fine game it shall be. Cat and Mouse. I am the hunter and you the hart...Shall we begin?" He smiled, crouched, waiting, his eyes bright and eager with a sly and rapt anticipation

Whatever, Alicia replied. I assume you know where I'm going. "Friggin' psychopaths..." she sighed, weight shifting as the Steamer rounded a sharp curve, pressing slightly into the man in front of her.

The train filtered out over the next few stations, but it remained quite cramped by most standards nonetheless.

Paradigm Starport's interiors ranged from magnificent halls to dark, narrow passageways.

"I'm betting he's gonna pop out of the shadows and go into a long rant," Alicia laughed. There were quite a few branching ways on this path, most of them rather dark. Someone had decided to leave packing crates along the right-hand wall. Alicia's small craft was in one of the old berths, a few meters down the corridor.

"How else," Ash replied. Nonetheless, both of them were ready to draw their starblades at a moment's notice.

The craft shook; something was on top.
"Something like that..." He whispered; before igniting a lightsabre, driving it through the roof. He grinned.
"Come out little King, or I'll be forced to be naughty; forced to be...agressive"

Three things happened in quick succession. A blast of blue flame shot from the hole in the dorsal side of the craft. The hatch on the side of the craft slammed outwards; a black blur vaulted up, onto the roof of the craft, two ashen blades igniting. An alarm sent a squad of soldiers towards the berth.

Bring it on, Alicia cackled.

Try not to get yourself killed, Ash muttered, vaulting out the second hatch a moment later.

OOC: hello. I wouls like to join your rp. I am an expert with roleplaying future tech and epecially with starwars. I do not want to post anything before i get permisson

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Chronos leapt backweards, his blades blocking the assailants as he landed behind the craft. He brushed smoke from his cloak, and then tossed it to the side, its surface slightly charred.
"This is what I've waited for" It crooned, it cackled, moving backwards into shadow.
"Let us make this last"

@Zackaroth: I think CoreWorlds said no a few pages back......anyway...please don't bump this thread. Everyone involved can just check their subscriptions and find it anyway.....

Sure, Alicia and Ash followed down, going into step-up. A normal person would see two blurs of gray and black. Alicia pressed on the right, Ash on the left, short and long blades a flurry of parries and strikes.

A whirr above announced the opening of the berth's iris, revealing the night sky.

The night sky sillhouetted a most magnificent battle; set against the star dabbled darkness, his lightsaber glimmered and shone, burning with a furious intensity, one born of his own dark mind.
With sabre and fist, ducking and leaping and parrying, his elbow driven towards his prey, he fought on; his rage building, his power growing, fuelled by the pain and hurt...

The Weyreans retreated before his growing fury, pressed to the attack. They were two against one, but this battle could not last.

Watch it, Ash muttered mentally.

Right... Alicia replied, leapt backwards in a split second, pushed her step-up to the limit.

Ash caused a spark, immolated berth in a blast of blue-red flame, let the heat flow around his thaumaturgic shield. A trample of boots announced trhe arrival of the Stardock enforcer team, weapons and armor clattering.

"Guns....Swords; do you think any of this matters." It crooned, turning its fell hand towards the soldiers, lightning dancign from his finger tips as he charged again at the two who opposed him.
"This will not end here"

Shiii... the soldiers scattered. Those not incinerated by Ash's fiery blast were blown back against the plasteel walls by force lightning.

Dammit, Ash cursed.

"This will not end here"

No, it won't, Alicia responded, retreating before the onslaught, and let loose with a blast of pure energy.

He moved his hands before him, trying to block it, before it hurled him backwards into a wall, gasping lightly.
He rose, his back surging with pain, his blood boiling.
"A naughty little trick....Ever so naughty."
He growled and launched himself forward.
"You will not stop me! Not here, not now! I will have my day of vengence!"

OOC: So....how shall we end this?

Sure you will, Alicia chuckled grimly, dancing back, gray blades a blur, striking against the black sword.

Ash vanished into the passageway. The newcome guards were ready to kill everyone in the berth. He forced them back, shooting blue streamers that carved up flesh and armor.

The drain of step-up, the energy spent on the attack, were slowly adding up. Her opponent seemed tireless, maybe stronger than before. Alicia gathered energy for another strike. This better work...

Chronos leapt backwards, landing on his feet and charging his own blast; darkness crept from him, permeating the air, pooling around his fingers, seething and angry. His rage and pain peaking, his eyes red and blazing, he hurled forth the terrible power, before crouching, leaping up through the iris, landing on the roof.
"Come and find me.....Alicia..."

She spin aside, letting the attack go past her, crackling against her thaumaturgic shield, charring her black armor, burning the flesh beneath. Close...but not close enough.. Alicia vaulted up, twenty meters into the air, unleashing another blast of power as she came down onto the black plasteel roof.

he dodged to one side, the blast tearing a great chasm into the roof. he leapt up, over her, forcing his sabre back towards her as he dide.
"Your empire is in tatters....Your hopes in ruin. Who is it who is trying to contact you? Who is looking for you?"
He chuckloed, slicing at her, over and over
"Tell me and I will make your end swift..."

What empire? Alicia asked, forcing herself to concentrate. It was all she could do to block his attacks. Back...back...back....Now! she blocked with the short blade, lunged forward, willing her gray blade to extend.

The red blade hissed and crackled, fuelled by his rage, his insane hatred, as somewhere around him, six voices cried out in fury, scorhcign his sanity, an everpresent reminder of sin, of past failure.; He forced his energies through the blade and kept fighting, ever increasing his assault, ignoring wounds she was giving him, letting the delightful pain fuel him.
"Weyr is crushed....You will yield....Now"

"You wish," Alicia kept retreating beneath the onslaught. She sensed danger closing. Her concentration lapsed, for a moment. She stifled a cry. Mites shut off the nerves of her left arm, of what was left of it.

A shriek of aerostats, and white turbolasers peppered the durasteel roof.

He steadied himself, shuddering from impact as he drove his hand down onto the roof; his power soaring, building, growing as he focussed.
The roof shuddered, rocked by energy and lightning that danced along his fingertips into the roof.
"Insects..." He whispered, as he unleashed it through the roof; And a great screeching shrieking scratching cracking noise surged through the facility...

OOC: It's a huindred and fifty meters from the roof to the floor of the main hangar. A huindred meters from the top of the hangar to the floor of the hangar.

Integrity breach detected in sector 00B1F, the maintenance PI in charge of this section of the Starport murmured on the Net.

Alicia felt the roof shudder. Plasteel shrieked. The upper four levels of the section shattered. A hundred thousand tonns of metal and composite crashed a hundred meters downward, into the main hangar below. A few people cried out. This part of the starport was not highly used even on the busiest day.

She scrambled back, as the two meter-thick roof gave way, found herself sliding into the abyss.

He held on; the sheet of metal he was standing on tumbling and sliding down towards oblivion....
He concentrated, trying with the force to control his descent.
he felt the metal buckle and contract, felt his fall uncertain and random, slipping and sliding, almost falling over and over.
He looked out; saw the High KIng fall, and reached out again, dark and pliant force fingers reaching for her throat, to both restrain her and to keep her from falling....For now...

Alicia gagged, feet seeking support. Her right hand swept up, the gray blade slicing at the force-hand.

Leaping from one falling, jagged metal slab to another, Ash shot onto the crumbling rooftop, into the air, unleashing a stream, of black flames at his enemy before he came down onto a stable piece of plasteel. Magi'i streaked towards the scene of destruction, blurs of black against the starlit sky. Fights in the starport could be ignored; battles that released huge amounts of energy could not.

He blade struck the back of his hand, cleaving deep; making him pull his arm back in pain and shock; dropping her. He felt himself losing balance, slipping, falling, as he hit the ground and felt his pain and anger explode through him....
Dust and rocks vibrated, rising slightly, as he too rose; his eyes blazing with sanguine madness, his body arcing with a dark power.
He turned to the Magi.
"More little playthings....Back....Or I shall kill your High King"
He retreated slightly, sticking to the shadows.
"I swear it..."

Alicia slid down the steep precipice, fell a hundred meters down. Something cracked. She winced, cut off that source of pain.

"More little playthings....Back....Or I shall kill your High King"
He retreated slightly, sticking to the shadows.
"I swear it..."

"No, you won't," Ash responded calmly. Streamers of energy shot from his hands, towards where he had last heard the voice. He descended rapidly, towards Alicia, ignoring his many wounds, perhaps too late to catch his opponent.

Black-clothed magi'i popped out of the night, lit their many-clolored blades, filling the hangar with shifting shadows.

Energy danced through him and he roared, leaping away, retreating further.
"Let my hate go forth..." He spat, coughing blood. "Let my darkness spread and rage infect those who call themselves hunters" He forced his darkness forward about the remenants of the hanger, a dark force, to encourage the shadow to grow; to bring forth hatred and hallucination....Slowly, he brought himself round, and began to make his retreat...

Everyone in the wreckage shuddered as the darkness swept and receeded. There were chaos magi'i, and order magi'i, but none could match the sheer insanity and pain of Chronos.

A smal party of magi'i gave chase, their thought-tendrils seeking out his tell-tale pattern against the world web. Yet in the vastness of Paradigm City, and the dense trade routes around Paradigm Sol and Cloudhavven, even the greatest Sith or Jedi could hide from persuers. Ash knew they would not find their quarry, even if he was able to persue in person.

"You look like shit," Ash commented, coming down from step-up, back into the normal flow of time.

"I'm fine."

"You're missing an arm."

"So?"

"Lord Ash. Magus Jennings asks if he should continue the persuit," a tall magus interrupted the two.

"I can't exactly stop him," Ash sighed. "Just...tell him to be careful."

"Right away, ser," Ash knew the magus' eyes were already unfocused, linked to the magi'i persuing the one who attacked him and Alicia.

He continued to move; holding his wounded body against himself.
"Bitch....Little bitch" He hissed; as six other voices joined his own, inside his mind.
"Fool..."
"Heretic..."
"Does it cower?"
"Does it cry?"
"It fails...."
"Father wouldn't like it."
"Shut up!" He growled..."I'll succeed. I am the success; the seventh." He hissed, winced in pain.
"Then give them reason to fear..."
"Reason to hate."
"Let them know your name"
"Your creed..."
"Your ways"
Chronos growled.
"How shall I do that?"
"How else, brother..."
"Pain...."
"Suffering..."
"Darkness..."
"Yes. No retreat today" He smiled, chuckling.
"Where does there power lie?" He spoke, rising....There was work to be done.

"Have they found him?"

"No, ser. Jennings has his entire team out on patrol."

"Alright. Keep me informed. I haven't felt that much chaos power in a long time. He'll try something. Don't drop youg guard; Lady with you," Ash inclined his head.

"And with you," the magus bowed.

The door whooshed shut. Outside, in the corridor, two magi'i in black stood guard. This level was not particularly busy, mainly because it was both underground and near the Source feed.

Paradigm Council Hall operated twenty-four hours a day, every day, without stop. The diamond and plasteel spike was the administrative center of Paradigm Prefecture, towering above even the tallest building. Below, Source Paradigm transmuted waste and new stock into raw materials, to be fed along lines of power into homes, officies, and plants throuighout Paradigm City.

A Dark figure stood before the gates of the council chamber, and strode forward.
"Stop! You're not permitted to-"
Guards moved futilly against him; only to find themselves, prone, grasping blindly at their own intestines as their legs and stomachs fell away.
"Open sesame..." he hissed; spitting with his rage; gesturing forward as he ripped the doors open, and then off.
He entered; filling the reception with gasps, as lightning danced about him; his body and fingers arcing with pure, raw darkness.
His eyes were nothing but pools of inky blackness.
"Shall we..."
He whispered

Screams echoed through the lower levels of Council Hall. A dozen magi'i raced from their office on the twentieth floor, over broken bodies and blood-stained walls. Had it been day, the carnage would have been greater.

*****

"Damn," Ash cursed.

"Our friend has arrived," Alicia chuckled grimly. She slid off the cot, feeling lopsided -- missing several kilograms of bone and muscle on one side had that effect.

"Stay here," Ash gestured.

"As if," Alicia retorted, igniting her blade.

They stepped into the corridor. The magi'i shifted uneasily. "Follow me," the (former) High King stated. They would wait at the Source, in the giant hall where toursists could see a part of it in action.

*****

The actual Council was not in session. The Source, however, was a different matter. That section, on the bottom levels of the Council Hall spire, worked day and night, churning out volatile substances for distribution.

He moved forward, sabre blazing, eyes still dark as the void itself. He cut left and right, dodging shots and blasts or merely absorbing them; he took all pain into himself unquestioningly, using it to fuel him; his 6 brothers screaming in his mind.
He fell to his knees; grasping his head, power building within him, too much, so much. The floor shook; the walls cracked, buckled and steadied. He screamed....

And a palpable darkness poured forth from him; filling him, surrounding him ,engulfing him, his wounds burning, filling him with a sense of feeling....He would know vengence.

Chronosia, check TGs.

"Damn," they never reached the Source, which was good. The first tremor sent made Ash visibly shudder. The second sent him muttering and frothing, casting a major piece of spellwork.

The explosion could be seen from a hundred kilometers away. A spire of green and red rose over Paradigm's tall towers. Ash muttered something. The darknes faded.

Ash winced. "I -really- hate doing that," he muttered.

Alicia could feel the heat, far away as she was from the tower of smoke. Another chain of explosions ripped from beneath the surrounding avenues. The Feed lines were going.

Lights flickered off in half of Paradigm City. BAckup generators kicked in, in places. Secondary Source took up the slack. But where Feed lines exploded, there would be no quick or easy restoration.

Chronos rose; bloodied, scarred, bleeding.
He breathed deeply, and moved, deeper into the ruined facility.
"I..." He paused, coughing up blood.
"I go forth, I go forward, I focus my power an dmy drive; I am my fathers hand, the darkness given form. I am mayhem, madness given strength...."
He moved on.
"I shall escape soon...I shall leave this place..."

Molten permacrete bubbled. Diamond shards reflected siren lights and many-colored flames. The Source and Feed carried elements from the left side of the periodic table, which burned and reacted with amazing intensity. Ash was surprised the damage had not been greater. He pushed the thought aside. There would be time to dwel on ithe matter later.

"Stay here. No arguments," Ash stated. Dark shapes appeared from the shadows, magi'i gathered. Searching tendrils wove above te wreckage. If anything survived, it would not be getting out this way. "Valens, Juri, Echel, Get your teams down there," Ash called on the three magus sergeants.

There were undercity networks, which might have survived the massive Source explosion. The heat was intense, but the armor and thaumaturgic shield of a magus could take it.

"Forgetting someone," a bemused voice inquired.

"Jennings. You're coming with me," Ash replied wothout pausing.

Come now, let's settle this, Ash thought-called throughout the crater. Feet shifting rapidly, going into step-up, leaping down from one point to another, he descended rapidly, the magi'i following behind. At three other points, other teams of magi'i were descending much the same way.

He was deep beneath now; somewhere in the bowels of the city; following the ebb and flow of the source.
"I follow the path, I follow the power. THere is no peace; there is only strength, there is only force, and chaos....Peace is a lie, an illusion. We are the inheritors of great power...The harbingers of doom"

"Looks like it," Ash thought. "Follow me," he indicated the Feed line. The reek of chaos was staggering. A young magus gagged. The smal group sped through the wide tube of the Feed. Other Feeds in the viscinity were destroyed in the chain reaction. This one was empty, sealed for repairs. Some parts of it led to the surface.

Valery, cover access points for Feed 8F31, NOW," Ash sent. he hoped the magi'i would be able to prevent their quarry from escaping.

*************

"Ser, we should stay here," the magus said.

"You can roast. I'll be at the back," Alicia shrugged.

The magus sighed, called up two more magi'i for backup, flanked the High King. Several hundred mag'i flirted around the scene, reinforcing the thaumaturgic web, watching for anyone suspicious. Emergency vehicles, funded by the semi-independant phyle that was Neo-Victorian Paradigm, picked a spot and began dosing the wreckage with pseudo-sand. it would be a few minutes before the Alchemists would arrive.

Alicia watched the scene, standing in the shaodw of a gothic building, calling up what she knew of their attacker, running the data through her head.

The ground cracked and squealed, as something forced its way up; enraged, fuelled by malice, Chronos stood up, his eyes glimmering, focussed on Alicia. He moved, slashing at her.
"Hello pretty..."
His dark chuckle crackled in the night, shattering the silence..

The three magi'i became blurs, faster than the eye could follow. Their nerves screamed in protest at the step-up. Something heavy slammed Alicia down onto the cold permacrete, covering her body with its own. The shape groaned, went limp. Two pairs of blades ignited in the dark night, charged the assailant.

*****

"We're close," Ash sped through the tube beneath Paradigm's streets.

Chronos lashed out at the Magi.
"Come on, children. Watch the master at work" His cold words and laughter echoed through the night as he launched himself into battle; ready, willing and hungry for the thrill of battle.
"Come to me..."

The two magi'i pushed themselves to the edge, cutting time thinner and thinner, moving faster and faster compared to the rest of the world, so concenrated they forgot to send for help.

****

"Move!" Ash could sense the opening ahead.

He forced forward, moving faster and faster, harder and harder, determined to win no matter what the cost. The girl would be his; his prize, his trophy, and with her, victory and honor among the Imperium.
"Forward....More..."

Up! Alicia pushed off the ground. The body rolled off her, thudded against the dark permacrete. She ignited her long ashen blade, leapt into the fray. You are -not- loosing this one.

He fought past the Magi; drawing a second sabre and igniting quickly, hurling one towards Alicia; as he advanced, still attempting to hold the Magi off; his body stinging with cuts and impacts; he would fight, gladly, till death.

Alicia narrowly dodged the blade, felt her strength ebb. A second magus fell; only one remained.

His fist came flying at her stomach; before he whilred round; driving an elbow towards her torso. He cackled with insane glee.
She would be his; his victory would be his. He felt the force flow and ebb; felt it wax and wane...He was ready.

She staggered back, brought her blade up against his second strike, slashing at him. Warning. Step-up conditionals critical. Reverting... the world lurched, and went black.

He reached out, grasping her by the throat.
"You're mine....Little King" He chuckled, moving into the shadows; still holding her by the throat. "Time to sleep; time to rest. You have quite the task ahead of you. Quite the little adventure; but we'll profit....and you'll see our way"

Alicia might have responed, had she not been quite out of it by this time. There was still Ash, and there were more magi'i coming from both sides. There was also a sewer grate, and a number of tall buildings.

He slung her over his shoulder an dmoved into the darkness of an alley; sprinting quickly, leaping and bounding, determined to get off this god forsaken rock with his prize; hiding his thoughts, concealing his movements...

"FIND HIM!" Ash roared. Not a few magi'i flinched at the sudden flare of power, and anger.

"We lost the trail. He's got a buffer up, or something," a magus flashed back to him.

"Alert out assets....." Ash sent back to the central office at The Tower. Anyone with a woman who looked like Alicia, or even a woman without a left arm, would find quite a large bounty on his head, at least in those parts there were bounty hunters.

He moved through the night; quickly, stealthily. He hid; jumping into a side alley as many passed; whispering, muttering...
"Bounty Hunters..." He thought; smiling.
He continued onward in his endeavor....He needed a ship, he needed a way out; he needed a diversion....

There were thousands of private shuttlecraft in service around Paradigm who would take a body to the end of the world, for a price. A powerful magus could, of course, simply comandeer a craft and force the pilot to navigate tranSpace to a particular location. In the middle of the night even the largest throughfares were nearly empty, and the mediatrons loudly proclaimed their transport services at the occoasional passerby.

He moved softly; creeping towards a spaceport; its lights dull but not yet dead. It was still manned, and he smiled lightly; hand touching to his lightsabre, as he moved forward...
He leapt up and over a wall; prefering a stealthy entrance this time around.

"Spirits damn it.." Mike muttered, as an intruder alarm went off in the control center. As the night-shift pilot, he was the only person in the station. He grabbed a blaster off the tabletop, opened the back door leading to the tarmak, where three sleek interstellar shuttlecraft were parked....

On one of these crafts the lights were on; a woman lay, prone in one of the seats; bound...In another, someone hunched over the controls; hands moving with almost preternatural speed. He seemed wounded; yet strong, eager...Determined.
Something stirred behind Chronos; and his ears pricked up. He prepared to turn, slowly.

"Hands up, step away from the controls," Mike said, his blaster pointed directly at the intruder, standing in the door of the partition that divided the shutlecraft's control and passenger sections. The craft was meant for short stellar hops, and was quite small.

he stared straight at the man "You don't want to do that..."
He smiled; forcing his will forward, a solid wave of his own conciousness.
"You want to step away and go back to your post...You want to shoot yourself; silence yourself, Worm..."

"Ah....yes..." Mike's eyes seemed to unfocus. Natural Weyrean resistances to mind manipulation kicked in, faltered. His feet began to move, mechanically, shuffling out of the craft.

Chronos pushed a button; readied the controls, and slowly, surely, began to take off. Within moments, they were airborne, sailing through the skies; headed softly for the stars.
"Endgame..."

"Shuttlecraft number 11A74FB, registered to Mike, Smith, and James Transportation," the message flashed as the craft entered interplanetary space. "Please be advised that only Sphincter One is open for use at this time."

There were three ways of exiting the inner Paradigm system, and two of them were closed due to the recent military incident. The only way to pass the asteroid field of Majora's Wall was through the primary, artificial hole.

The small ship headed out through the artificial hole; out and into the void; readying the hyperspace drive.
"Transmit to planet....Transmit that darkness has taken their King. Then relay the the signal round the asteroid belt; confuse them....Now go..."

The shuttle went hyper. Too small for a transDrive, it made do with a hyperdrive. The traffic around Paradigm was coming back to normal. twelve hours of combat was not something that could halt a trillion Weyrs of commercial activity. The hypertrail would be confused within an hour.

*******

"Thank the Spirits he used a hyperdrive," Ash sighed.

The public net was filled with speculations. Some regarded the message as a hoax, others wondered what it meant, and many more shrugged and went about their daily lives. Every week some psycho said he had captured the High King, and this time didn't seem to be any different. Besides, the fact that someone had blown up the main Paradigm City source was a lot more interesting.

Ash drew on The Tower's significant credit, pulled up hyper-capable survey drones to follow the shuttlecraft's trail. Each relay beacon kept a log of who used it for transmissions. The trail was confused, but it could be followed with time, and time was something that Ash did not think he had. In the meanwhile, he grabbed his old craft, and went off to find the people who had contacted Alicia........

......Black turned to white, white turned to black, and the universe inverted for a moment that took an eternity......

"Well, let's see if we've got the right spot," Ash muttered, as his ship reverted to normSpace.

They didn't have the right place...The ship had already been abandoned; the inside daubed with runes in blood....They couldn't tell whose.

Far away, on a Chronosian black Inquisitorial ship, hidden away from all; the High King lay, strapped to a table, being roused as Chronos and a group of his finest Sith waited...
"Wake up Princess, theres still more game to play, little one"

The Force shimmered before Alicia as a great Jedi Master appeared before her eyes. "Hold on, my dear. Do not allow them to get to you. I promise, you will be safe."

Tenchi looked around at the Sith and smirked.

The Sith focussed their energies; harnessing their dark power around the room
"Begone Jedi....You have no power here; this is our dominion"
They each sent a powerful blast towards the spectre; Sith lightning dancing about them

A dozen silvery vessels, each marked with the ouroborous and the alchymical array of The Tower, floated around the abandoned craft.

"Ser, I can't figure anything out besides that they were here a time ago." said the scryer, rubbing her temples. "This friggin' darkness is screwing up the lines. Sorry I couldn't be more helpful, ser,"

"It's not a problem. Thank you," Ash inclined his head. The blood did not disturb him, nor the scryer. Scryers worked on the unspeakable cases, and Ash had seen thousands slaughtered, has slaughtered thousands himself. Still, he had failed, for now.

Alicia said the person who contacted her felt like a Masaki. She couldn't pinpoint the thought-feel to either Daniel or Andrew, but it felt like one of them, she was sure of that. He had two choices, and neither was attractive. Both Andrew and Daniel were fighting against the Imperials on some planet -- getting to them would be difficult, at best.......And summoning a dead Masaki would require a hellish amount of life-force.

"Impound the craft, pay the owner twice its value." Ash commanded.

********

"Wh..." Alicia slowly felt the room take shape about her. The stump of her left arm twitched. The mites were still blocking pain-receptors, for now. You... she sensed the ghost, ' heard' his words.

Tenchi Masaki laughed heartedly as the lightning did nothing to him and danced the cha-cha around him, and his blue-ghost form shimmered with delight. "You can't kill a ghost!"

"Alicia, perhaps you know me and perhaps you don't. The Force tells me that you are needed elsewhere, and not on this...ship. I am Jedi Master Tenchi Masaki, the Patriarch of the Masaki Dynasty, and I have seen the loss of billions to the evil of the Sith. As long as I...stick around here, since I can't well say breathe," He smiled at his own joke. "The Sith are not going to last much longer."

"Thanks. So what happens now? I can't very well get out of here," she responded, carefully testing the strength of her bonds. Maybe... No High King had ever tried to summon, much less wield the Staff with one arm.

Chronos strode forward and let loose a burst of lightning; sending it rattling and reeling through the High King.
"Now now, little Weyrian....Enough of talking with the dead. He is an empty soul; only able to talk here....Where the dark side holds sway, the light is powerless to act"

"!" she stifled a scream. Her body arced, straining the bonds. Mites shut down overloaded nerves. Black arachnoweave steamed as she slumped back onto the metal table.

"Inject her with toxins....Make her more....Pliable" Chronos nodded to a droid; which stabbed a syringe brutally into her.
Chronos moved forward; fingers curling around hers.
"Such pliant fingers...." He whispered, starting to bend them backwards.
"I do think though, that you have one hand too many...."

Tenchi receded into the Light, knowing that what shall come, will come. But the presence of him would still be with Alicia. The Force is your ally. Use it for knowledge and defense, never for attack (to kill needlessly). May the Force be with you, always...

Weyrean immune system mites were built to kill anything foreign, to the extent that doctors had to reconfigure them every time they wanted to perform anything more than a surface scan. Antigens detected. Activating counters.... several million nanites became aware of some foreign substance. Little machines, drawing power from Alicia's body, began breaking apart the intruders molecule by molecule. She shivered, at the negative energy change, winced as skin and sinew stretched and broke in her remaining hand. That was not something that would activate defensive neural mites.The drug was working, if not as well as it would have normally.

Easy for you to say, she retorted mentally to Tenchi as he vanished.

"They lie to you; all the ancients lied. They told you peace was your ally; that power lay in knowledge and innocence." He shook his head. "There is no power in peace....Now..." He twisted her remaining hand and fingers.
"You will help us; by hook or by crook....Tell us what you know of the Rebels."

There was a sharp intake of breath; pain shot through her. "Knowledge is never innocent. If I knew something about the rebels, they would've done something about it by now."

"Ah, but you would be their kin....I sensed that spectre; felt its energy. A MAsaki....The Rebels are seeking you; your aid; your support. You cannot fool me" Lightning shot through his finger tips, to hers

"Kin? How the frig am..'s" she winced, groaned, and this time the pain-mites did kick in for a brief moment.

"My lord; she appears to know nothing about the Rebels"
"Curious....Then tell me, little king, tell me about Weyr...Tell me what keeps the nation going; its virtues, its vices, its secrets....And I will spare you to the mercy of a higher power"

"What higher power?" was Alicia's only reply.

OOC: where is the ship?

IC:
Tenchi followed the streams of the Force through the galaxy. The ebb and flow of the Force allowed him to travel where he needed to go...to a place far from the battlefields, where even he barely knew it. He knew he was taking a risk with this plan of his, but then, did he have a choice?

He found himself on the planet where he needed to be, a planet that teems with towns and farms. He searched through the Force for the contacts he needed, and found them.

Alex Masaki, estranged member of the Masaki family, noticed a familiar presence and widened his eyes slightly in surprise, even as his younger brother Christopher Masaki smiled a bit.

"Father." Chris said. "It's been a while."

"Yes, indeed." Tenchi said, narrowing his eyes at Alex. "Too long, I'd say."

Alex looked down, ashamed at his past as he was silently admonished by his father who returned from the grave.

"I wouldn't have come to you both if I didn't need you two." Tenchi said, his blue-ghost not seen by anyone else but his sons. "A friend of mine is in need, and I can't exactly help her directly."

"Ah." Alex was interested. Perhaps it is time to deal with the Sith...he has been away too long.

"Now as I see it..." Tenchi began to tell his two old sons of High King Alicia and how she had been captured by Chronosia's Sith.

OOC: No idea....Somewhere out in the void, unchartered space.

OOC: Any possible dangers I should worry about?

OOC: Heavily armed Inquisitorial vessel...ready to flee to warp at the slightest provocation. Any assault would result, almost undoubtedly in ALicia's death.

OOC: Damn.