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“Good day to you all. Today marks the anniversary of the one of the Imperial fleets greatest victories over the Rebel Alliance. Two years ago the famous Battle of Talos was fought and won dealing a decisive victory over the Wickian expeditionary force. It has only been two years since the rebels attacked our world and attempted to enslave normal hardworking civilians such as you and I.”

*Pictures of People being forced to enter Wickian transports in chains*

“However thanks to fast acting military leadership of Grand Admiral Thrawn the potential humanitarian disaster was averted. The Grand Admiral under the Emperors direct orders was instructed to take one of the largest fleets available to the Empire at the time and attack and destroy the enemy force.

“The fleet consisting of over half a thousand ships made their swift exit from Tenetia to Talos at unimaginable speeds. Such was their haste to save the loyal population and servants of the Empire, over five Imperial Star Destroyers overloaded their engines in their attempts to save them. That’s over two thousand men and woman giving their lives for you.

*Pictures of young recruits learning in the Imperial academy*

The Imperial fleet using steadfast and true Imperial doctrine managed to crush and destroy the enemy fleet. Many ships were captured and the civilian populace taken from their homes was duly saved and returned to Talos where to this day in the capital a statue of Grand Admiral Thrawn still stands.

*shows films of an Imperial battle*

Admiral Thrawn now in command of the Imperial offensive fleet has over fifteen million personnel directly under his control, he is truly a Hero of the Empire.

*Image of Thrawn being hailed by people of Talos*


In the Imperial Palace

Grand Admiral Thrawn had just emerged from a rather unsettling meeting with the emperor. The fleet was to begin its mobilisation towards the wormhole. For two years since the Talos conflict the Warp point had been blockaded with a large fleet in case of an enemy incursion back into this Galaxy. Now the Empire was ready to begin its war. All commands had to be alerted. Throughout the Empire all offensive fleets were being called to meet at Tenith, the massing point for most Imperial fleets where supplies and troops would be taken on board. It would take about a month to mass the necessary ships and forces. Only a month to war. “War again.” Thrawn sighed, “war again”…………………..

Sith Master Bhaal Korbos, one of the pupils of Lord Chronos, stood on the vast command deck of the Imperial Super Star Destroyer.
The Chronosian fleet; bolstered by new Imperial technology, had arrived, 1000 strong; eahc ship bristling and thronging with Space Marines and Imperial Guard, recruits in the ultimate battle for the galaxy.
The Sith smiled wryly; drawing lips over his teeth, breathing deeply of the ionised air.
"Send word to Admiral Thrawn that the mainstay of the Chronosian fleet has arrived; and are ready to act on his command."
"Yes, Lord Korbos..." A servitor scuttled away, as the Sith turned his eyes back to space; he reached out with one clawed powerfist, his dark armor glimmering in the half light, faded industrial electrics bathing him, and closed it around the image of the wormhole.
"WIck..." He whispered

IC: *cough*propaganda*cough*

OOC: tag for later response.

Shadow Tech officially supports the information as being true and wishes its righteous bretheren luck in their quest against the warmonging rebels.

Victoria had about as much interest in being the first out of the wormhole as the front-line ship PI. The Imperial Governor was insistant, however, and she could not sway him in the matter. She watched twoWeyrean Hive Fleets, and most of the Imperial defense force pass by Starhavven Station, a grand procession that was nonetheless drawfed by the sheer volume of civilian and international traffic around the Paradigm System.

Over a thousand craft went into tranSpace that day, heading towards Tenith. Many were ISDs and SSDs paid for by the Empire. She had made sure, at least, that most of the force was paid for from Imperial coffers, and manned by Imperial crews.

OOC: See this thread for information on the system that’s going to be attacked http://s6.invisionfree.com/R_I_A/index.php?showtopic=154&st=0&#entry1838442

Keep in mind that the bad guys who attack but show lack of knowledge or disregard of the information I posted will be ignored...

Admiral Isard of the Super Star Destroyer Iron Fist glanced out at the great numbers of the Sith Fleet before him. He was given the presitgious position of being directly under Grand Admiral Thrawn in all respects, meaning that he is in charge of boarding and ground operations. He waited for orders as the fleet massed at Tenith. He would be part of the second wave, as he is too valuable to be a mere front-liner. In any case, he anticipated the kills he would make, the planets he would sieze in the name of the Sith...

OOC:
If I didnt have strep right now I would condem this.
As it is...
*coughs repeatedly and loudly on WIck*

OOC:BTW US hasnt takin my system with the wormhole yet...
he is massing at Tenith, i control the system Hades where Charon's Ferry is

OOC: tag for interest.

Admiral Kyle Brooks sat at his desk in his ready room, he sipped from a mug of coffee. It was a typical day so far, already it was 0700 he has been up for three hours already. He was looking at yesterdays reports.

Fresh food from the farms brought in, Imperial Propaganda on the Battle of Talos...do people actually believe any of that trash he wondered to himself. An editorial by some defeatist in the Thetis Post saying that the Commonwealth should come to terms with the Empire before it is overwhelmed. The sensor grid was finished being updated in the system along with FTL pulse generators and hyper com support. Yadda yadda yadda, same old trash just a different day, he stood and adjusted his uniform before exiting his ready room and walking unto the bridge.

Brooks was a true WIckian warrior forged in the crucible that was the Raumreich War. He was an atypical WIckian in that he was well short only standing 5'2'' when most of his race were well above 6', but he was in terrific shape, granted a WIckians high metabolism means that he could eat brownies and cake all day and not gain a pound, he worked out religiously there was something about the sweat and well pain of exercise that he felt was addicting.

He walked onto the flag bridge of his Flagship the Tyrannous Rex, he stopped for a second and observed his staff as they called attention for him out of not only respect for his rank but also for him. They knew he was a true leader who has fought and bleed for the Commonwealth. He would not lead them astray in battle, and may the Tester have mercy on all those who mean his beloved Commonwealth harm for he would not.

"As you were," he told them.

"Sir, Admiral Partridge sends his compliments and orders your wing to carry out Cowpens." Gary Fortunado, Brooks' aide reports.

"Understood Gary, Make it so." Cowpens was the plan for the defense of the system against Imperial assault, word must have reach Admiral Partridge from contacts from inside the Empire be they Rebels Alliance of Confederacy Sympathizers that the assault would occur soon...When the Empire showed up his Ships of the Wall would delay the enemy until evacuation of the fleet base was completed then his command would fight a delaying action as they would fall back to the wormhole, the line would be drawn in Thetis, the Empire would not be able to overcome the massive minefields and defenses in Thetis.

And so it begins Brooks thought to himself as his fleet prepared for the onslaught of the Empire.

OOC: If one checks some of the threads i put up the approximant stats for the defense fleet have been posted.

In the meantime, a refugee fleet has been prepared ever since the Rebels caught wind of possible invasion of the Sith. Now, the fleet begins to race against time as it heads towards WIck...

OOC: Nooo, dont die. Call me if you do.

The Chronosian Armada was underway; preparing and readying themselves for the inevitable tumults. Fighter pilots ran through the hanger decks; readying themselves and their craft, watching as technicians scuttled back and forth

High above, Lord Bhaal stood; watching with eager eyes as the Space Marines prepared for war; their art, their calling. He smiled wryly; stepping forward onto a small platform that rose out over the hanger bay; allowing him to look down.

"My Lord" A young Sith Initiate fell to his knees, watching as the platform drew nearer.
"What is it, young one?"
"My Master; the preperations on our fighters is all but complete..."
"And the fleet?" Bhaal reached up, adjusting his closed collar; brushing a hand down the gilded fabrics of his black shirt, and the folds of his cloak; the apprentice stared, transfixed at the darkness of his masters garb, clear against the palour of his face.
"They ready also my lord. We are striving for a primary fighter assault, followed by7 our heavier ships."
"Excellent; maintain current status....How goes the recruitment plans?"
"Space Marine gene seeds are being prepared for shipment to Kaminos; permission has been attained from Lord Palpatine."
"Good; all goes as planned. Once we are underway, I want you to transmit to our Emperor, Marcus De Drakan, that in the interest of maintaining our war effort, an entire forgeworld of the Hydran system be devoted towards the research and construction of a Droid army."
"Aye lord."
"We shall shatter them from without and then break them from within...."

Hozgarth dre the ISD exetonia up alongside that of the emperor's SSD and awaited orders to go into the wick. The defence fleet was rebuilding after the war with Klington so would be staying behind (this was also to defend against any attempted rebel attack on the Behemoth project) Hozagarth smiled as the young sith boy that had been with him was transported via shuttle to the Emperors ship. He would learn the ways of the sith or he would perish. This war would be long and hard but well worth the effort... to the victor the spoils as they say Hozgarth thought to himself....

Jedi Knight Hawkins was not used to being a celebrity, here he was in the "Dirty Dawg" a marine bar onboard the Rex, popular with the onboard Marine Battalion because of its atomosphere, if you could call it that. It was a smoke filled room, loud music playing, card games, darts, the perfect place for a hard working marine to relax. Or he could use the connecting urban assault simulator to train and to win bets on competitions.

He had not been too such a place in years...God it felt good to be home. That when he felt someone approach, then he heard his words,

"Bang your dead Killer." a middle aged and scared NCO told him pointing a stogie at him like it was a pistol.

"I don’t think so McGovern check your junk." Hawkins told him as the marine looked down to see the Jedi light saber pointed at his most important body part.

"Sweet tester! I see all that time become Mr. Famous Jedi hasn’t been you forget how to fight." With that Hawkins sprung up from his seat and embraced his old friend, the man he graduated from basic with the man he command in the war, the man whose son he was godfather too. "Let me buy you a drink Killer." Hawkins nodded his head in agreement even if he used his hated nickname killer, which he received in the war after he single-handily dispatched a squad of Vakutu marines.

Many drinks later the two drunk men made it back to their quarters.
They reached McGovern’s quarters first, the marine placed his hand upon his friends shoulder and for a second sobered as he looked into his eyes and said,
"I heard about what the SIth did to Lucy, I am sorry my friend, but now the enemy is coming for us, and we will avenge her"

"Yes my friend I know, It is time that we make the SIth pay for their sins."

OOC: A bump for US

Grand Admiral Thrawn surveyed the mass of data pads flowing across his desk with a little disgust, however it was his job to oversee the final removal of all the rebellions supporters. Once the Wick was removed a new order in the Galaxy would begin. One of discipline, one without chaos. That was his dream, his dream was to have a Galaxy united by force or by peace and sadly force was the only viable option available.

Captain Malin entered the room, the hero of Endor most called him however he was sadly incompetent and only had the talent for the cameras of the many news networks running throughout the Empire. This captain would make his name on the achievements of others, Thrawn thought, but it was not his place to judge, in time Thrawn would change this man for the better as every day he would learn more and more lessons.

“Another datapad for you Admiral.” The captain said slyly obviously enjoying the Admirals predicament. The only thing worse than dieing dishonourably was dieing under the weight of paperwork Malin thought. “Admiral If I may, why do you do this all yourself, surely you cannot devote your time to more worthy causes?”

“Captain, this is where your first lesson will begin. I will not have you directly under my command at your current level of training.” Thrawn said a little heated. “It is my duty to insure that all my ships have what they need. That all placements have been confirmed and that every captain knows his orders. The only way I can confidently be sure of this is if I check it myself. It is a heavy burden, but leadership is more than glory.”

“What else is there if not to earn glory and respect in the name of the Empire?” Malin asked. This war will be an easy victory Admiral, you need not look at all these datapads and paperwork, we will have our victory quickly.”

“I would not be so sure. I have seen the artwork of The Wick, their nation is one of peace and love for each other and it is this quality which will make them most difficult to face in battle. They will be erratic, and most difficult to predict when in battle. They will think more for the ones they love than for the overall strategic objective, and it is this I intend to use against them when the invasion has commenced.”

“How so Admiral?” Malin asked now very much intrigued. This man truly was a military genius.

“Ahhh not so fast captain, that would ruin my surprise and tactics. Wait and see, I am sure you will be most surprised at what we are going to accomplish. Perhaps we should get to business captain.” Thrawn suggested slightly.

“Ahhhh yes. Admiral the technicians report that all probes are ready to enter hyperspace at your command. The fleet has now been 80% supplied and we are now waiting on the last delivery of the droid forces. Currently we have three thousand ships mustered for this assault excluding the droid forces. We do have the additional advantage of having the Death Star if need be.”

“Ahh the Death Star,” Thrawn stated. “The Emperors toy. No captain, using the Death Star is not an option. We must show our enemies that the Empire is capable of winning a battle without that technological monstrosity. I fear that the fleet is becoming far to reliant on it. Therefore I want to double the training sessions throughout the fleet. I want performance raised by 20% within the next two days Captain. Am I understood?”

“Yes Admiral.” Malin stood to attention and left the room.

“Thrawn to bridge” The admiral said over his personal communicator. Begin operation Triumph.”

“Yes Sir at once.”

The mass of hyperspace probes and probe droids waiting within the hangers of the fleet were now slowly being deployed. Over the next three days the Wickian forces at the Imperial side of the wormhole would experience many arrivals of seemingly harmless probes.

C.N.S Washington
Vigilance Class CLAC


Lieutenant jg. Katie Reid just got done her PT for the day, and was enjoying her hot shower. The steaming water seemed to loosen up all of her muscles. It was the little things that made life worth living she thought to herself.

However like all things in an officer life, it was too good to last as the scramble klaxon began to blear, she ran from the shower area into the locker room. The Liberty was one of the newest and largest CLACs in the fleet however even this 4km ship had no room to spare, as such the locker room like the shower was unisex. Modest was the first thing one gave up when they joined the Navy as she dressed quickly into her form fitting skin suit.

"Any Idea what this alert is about LT?" a young man asked her.

"Not a clue Darryl, lets go!" the two pilots ran to the fighter bay. It took the entire squadron less 5:22 seconds to launch...The Wildcards Pursuit squadron intercepted many of the probe droids along with another wing of fighters.

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C.N.S Destiny's Way
Covington Class Monitor
Flagship of the Crown Point Flotilla

Well that confirmed it, the Sith would be on their way soon, days even. These probe droids did not penetrate into the system before they were intercepted by fighters or automated defenses. The enemy obviously wanting to drain his men of strength before they would invade...rest assured it would not work an efficient CAP patrol was organized for the time being.

He retired to his ready room to wait for the Sith’s next move...

OOC: Weyr took the probe data and extrapolated the range of your scanner systems, then doubled it. Feel free to blow my craft out of space it you want. It's not like it can do anything more than launch two dozen hyperfusion misiles at you anyway....

"Reverting to normSpace in three...two...one..."

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

The small Riskade-class subShip burst into space far away from the edge of the Hades system, so far out that even the outermost planet would not have showed up on that craft's powerful active scanners had they been online. Fusactors flared to active, staying at the barest minimum output. The craft would drift quietly in the darkness of interstellar space for several hours, its systems at minimum and all scanners and drives offline, charging up its Firien cells before diving into the plane between normSpace and tranSpace.

Galactic Empire Space, alongisde Unified Sith fleet

The lumbering mass of the 7km long Wither dreadship faded into existance, soon followed by an immense cloud of fighters numbering in the tens of thousands.

A shadowy figure appeared on the screen of the Unified Sith flaship. "I am Admiral Sevaris, representing Shadow Tech Prime. I bring with me one of our two Wither Dreadships along with 30,000 Ghost Maker class fighters. We will remain at your flank until we reach combat status."

OOC: Nah u ok there Weyr enjoy the show for now US says it will get exciting in the morning...

OOC:
@Sith: I'll prolly not be able to post much until late Tuesday. Dunno...you can control my fleet until then. There should be Weyrean SSDs and ISDs equipped with boosted shields and translation drives at the rallying coordinates; and two Hive Fleets, which are actually a single Hive Fleet split into two sections. Weyr's commiting a good portion of its Imperial defense fleet, ((dunno how big it'd be, 'cause it depends on the amount of cash the Empire gave the governor to spend on a fleet)). You can find the stats for the Hive Fleets on the RIA forums.

The subCraft dove, passing through the layers of reality. A slight burst of tachyon radiation migth have graced scanners a few minutes later.

"Lock diving planes,"

"Diving planes locked, aye,"

It stabilized.

"Activate induction drives,"

"Drives online,"

A shudder passed through the vessel as its drives came online.

"Match bearings; quarter velocity; towed array out,"

"Vectors plotted."

A clicking sound announced the release of the towed scanner array -- a small pod extended behind the craft and floating in normSpace, linked to the subCraft via a patterned arachnoweave chain.

"Array at twenty meters,"

As the vessel began to move towards the WIckian lines through subTranSpace ((-not- the ST/SW/whatever subspace)), choosing what appeared to be the least-monitored point, it warped normSpace slightly, creating a soft gravity well akin to that of a nickel-iron asteroid. Of course, other scanners would not pick up anything, unless the WIckians had developed 'dipping' scanner systems, which were the opposite version of the towed array used on Weyrean subCrafts. One of the newest and most-guarded Weyrean systems, the chance of anyone knowng about the subCraft diving system seemed rare. It would still be affected by a nearby explosion, but this, too, was not soemthing the Weyreans made public.

The vessel would stay concealed, hopefully, and watch.

Five days later and nothing much had really changed. Thousands of Probe Droids were being dispatched daily under the orders of Admiral Thrawn seemingly to no avail. The droids gathering and transmitting very little data of importance seemed to be a complete waste of resources.

The location of the bulk of the Wickian fleet was still as yet unknown, and more to the point most captains and officers of the Imperial fleet were now beginning to think Thrawn had gone mad.

“Admiral.” Malin asked. “May I ask, in the purpose of these constant droid sorties, most would deem it a waste of resources and to be honest sir I don’t see any possible way that were going to gather any more strategic information than we already have?”

Looking up from his half finished painting Thrawn nodded caringly. “Captain.” He said with a slightly raised tone. “Everything has a purpose in war, and from your brief but object analysis I cannot fault you. Everything you said was true.”

“Well, why send the droids Admiral. Surely they would be put to better use searching for the Rebel Alliance?”

“Possibly.” The Admiral agreed “however I do have several reasons for using the droids in this way. You see, sending constant droids or anything of Imperial origin into their system will heighten their reaction time and awareness. With the constant deployments over the past five days their Admirals and captains will be near exasperation. This is only to run down the energy of the crews before the actual invasion itself with simple psychological warfare captain, nothing more.”

“Than may I request to know the reasons behind the ordering of several Maximum yield gravity weapons Admiral, what do you have in mind for them?”

“I intend to detonate them of course.” Said the Admiral. “Activate holomap A12.” Thrawn said towards no one in particular. The room suddenly dimmed and a picture of the Hades system materialised. Weapons emplacements littered the space scape as well as ships representing the most viable positions for large fleets. “Here is our problem Captain.” Thrawn said pointing at the field. “Here we have an asteroid belt full of weapons emplacements.” This type of combat does not suit our forces in the least. The Rebel vessels are supposed to be fast and manoeuvrable where as our ships are slow and bulky. Making an asteroid belt the ideal place for combat for them. So how do we get round this Captain?” Thrawn asked.

“I really don’t know sir. Perhaps if we used the Death Star, no that would not work.” Malin realised

“We use large Gravity weapons Captain.” Thrawn suggested. At current the last deployment of the probe droids have taken place. They will head towards the Hades system though on some of them there is maximum yield gravity weapons. Once in or close to the asteroid belt these probes will detonate consuming almost all of the field and stationary weapon fortifications giving us the advantage. Without the many missile launchers we will then be able to swarm them at will with out fighter superiority. Two hours after the blackholes are formed the fleet will proceed to the system along with the Death Star. If they have their forces in a tight formation a full power Death Star blast will reduce it to nothing, and if they spread out their forces to avoid that particular disaster our ships will have the advantage. So you see captain there is always a reason for any action in a military campaign. Whether or not it has a positive influence on the war is another matter indeed.”

“But I thought you said you were not going to use the Death Star?” Malin said.

“I lied captain. I lied.”

The Flagship of the Imperial Fleet, a Juggernaught-class heavy cruiser named the Eternity stood on the edge of the Arcadian sector. A conflict was raging on the Planet Arcadia, and the Emperor himself had chosen to come and lead his battle.

Within the ship, The Emperor still continued his daily business. Reading reports, data, and then he came across a transmission by Unified Sith...

Hmm... the propoganda rom these people is very impressive... and I see they still use Star Destroyers. Thought the Emperor.

"Admiral, come over here."

The Grand Admiral came running fast to the Emperors side.

"Monitor the Unified Sith situation. it intrigues me. Report back to me if anything interesting comes up."

"Yes, My Emperor."

The Emperor went back to his work.

heh. I wonder if I could use propoganda like that... it seems so... effective. Thought the Emperor grinning.

OOC: Watches TIN very carefully.

Admiral Thrawn stepped onto the command deck of the super star destroyer Invisible Hand. Walking directly to his command chair he began to receive his daily reports on operational performance. Reports indicated that it had risen by fifty percent alone in the turbo laser batteries, it appeared Malin was doing a better job than he had anticipated. Speaking of which where was he?

Mere seconds after Thrawn asked himself that question Malin entered the bridge ready to assist in the conclusion of phase one of operation Imperial Glory.

In front of the bridge windows hundreds in fact thousands of probes were present each one prepared to go into hyperspace at the Admirals whim. “Captain Malin.” Thrawn said. “Would you care to give the order?”

“Thank you sir. All commands and ships synchronise jump for light speed in four hours twenty two minutes. Tactical issue the order to have the probe droids enter hyperspace.

Hades System

All around the Hades system thousands of probes had arrived, each one doing nothing more blatantly than before until the swarms reached the asteroid belt.

OOC: You take it from here Wick you know what happens we talked about it last night.

OOC: Watches IF very carefully.

OOC: If you are refering to me, it's TIN. I'm not IF.

lol sorry, had IF in my head for some reason, mainly because they were causing trouble a while back. Never mind.

lol sorry, had IF in my head for some reason, mainly because they were causing trouble a while back. Never mind.

OOC: Don't worry, I'm not bad. Well, maybe not in real life... :)

Unified Sith shearch for my threads i have a little surorise planed

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=372296

If you don't wish to ignore this, The Empire sends you complete telemetry and sensor data well before the ships arrive so you are not taken by suprise and can plan a nasty welcome.

He was board, this was worse then a turkey shoot, LACs vs. probes, so dull the squadron commander mulled to himself. He was interrupted by his ships gunner.

"Here comes another wave...About a thousand of them this time sir. A couple similarly sized groups behind them, Sir."
"Understood gunner, Squadron orders saturation fire, left to right side of the wave lets not let them get to close to the field." The squadron commander orders hearing the various replies of his subordinates. His LAC squadron replaced the Wildcards just a day ago at least they were able to work on target practice.
"All craft fire on my order...Fire!" the 100 meter long LAC quickly empted its two tri-packs of nuclear warhead missiles that would saturate the target area, also half a dozen counter missiles raced for the probes hoping to splat them across its 100km wide wedge much like a bug on a windshield.

It would take 15 seconds for the missiles to cross the 1.5 million km to the target and they would most likely kill at least 20% of the first wave.

The squadron commander saw the first probes detonate among the nuclear hellfire, then his day became anything but boring.

The probe droids unlike their predecessors presented a gift of red blaster fire from their small blaster cannons to the incoming missiles. The enemy closing in on the mass would find themselves inundated by numerous amounts of surprise fire. As the enemy reacted to the sudden eruption in activity each probe droid suddenly took random course patterns winding their way through space. With the increase in manoeuvrability the probes also erupted to greater speed continuing towards the asteroid field.

The Hades system would now find itself within a ring of incoming probes.

The Emperor had transferred to his new flagship, the Armageddon Class Battlefortress, Also called [/i]Oblivion.[/i]

He was still reading up on Unified Sith, fascinated by their Propoganda and Starship data.

"You know Admiral, their ships are almost the same design as our ships in the Golden ages."

"Quite true My Emperor... they are Rather impressive as a people."

The Emperor flexed his Bionic arm, grabbing his cup of Denala Tea.

"I want to meet this Emperor of the Unified Sith.... he sounds very intriguing."

"When we have completed our mission on Arcadia My Emperor, maybe we can request an audience-but theres somthing about it that scares me."

"You always were a coward Admiral... Now, bring me those battle reports... And some more Denala Tea."

The Emperor had transferred to his new flagship, the Armageddon Class Battlefortress, Also called [/i]Oblivion.[/i]

He was still reading up on Unified Sith, fascinated by their Propoganda and Starship data.

"You know Admiral, their ships are almost the same design as our ships in the Golden ages."

"Quite true My Emperor... they are Rather impressive as a people."

The Emperor flexed his Bionic arm, grabbing his cup of Denala Tea.

"I want to meet this Emperor of the Unified Sith.... he sounds very intriguing."

"When we have completed our mission on Arcadia My Emperor, maybe we can request an audience-but theres somthing about it that scares me."

"You always were a coward Admiral... Now, bring me those battle reports... And some more Denala Tea."

got msn TIN? if you do please add me on msn Wardventure1@aol.com

C.N.S Destiny's Way
Covington Class Monitor
Flagship of the Crown Point Flotilla

Partridge looked into the tactical plot and noticed the evasive maneuvers and defensive laser fire of the droids. So, the Empire is learning about point defense...however the blaster fire did not seem as substantial as it should have been an energy point defense was always last ditch, most of the counter measures broke through the return fire.

That when the Empire surprised him for the first time in this fight. There were things in motion though, it would only be the first surprise of the day far from the last for either side.

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The insignificant recon drones exploded in a ball of flame, however that flame became something much more deadly a black hole, a mini event horizon, the LAC squadron was too close it simply ceased to exist. It was detonated prematurely so the event horizon duration was short less then a couple seconds. Many of the droids companions were taken with it.

This situation repeated itself all around the system. However it was not the first time such weapons were used against the Commonwealth. Counter missiles spewed forth from the WIckian Fleet and from the many asteroid bases out of the thousands of probes sent only one managed to reach its detonation point its was all that the enemy needed.

A black hole the size of a moon erupted in the system, anything less then a warship at a distance would be sucked into its maw before it dissipated, the results were telling, a clear path now existed in the once impenetrable asteroid field through which the enemy fleet could attack through.

“Admiral, it is time.” Malin said quietly.

Thrawn stood up and adjusted his white Imperial uniform. His pale blue skin complimenting the decorations pinned to his chest beautifully. “All ships, you have a go order. Enter hyperspace.”

The stars through the windows of the bridge quickly turned into star lines as the fleet ascended into the heavens of hyperspace.

Communicating with his command staff Thrawn was aware of the attempt by the Wickian forces to destroy the probe mass. Sketchy images were brought sent from some of the droids luck enough to break the ECM field and the images were encouraging.

Malin quickly interrupted hyperspace conference between the Admirals and task force commanders. “Admiral Thrawn?”

“Just a moment please Gentleman.” Thrawn said into the screen. “Yes what is it captain?”

“Admiral we are receiving word from our scout ships, the Hades system is experience vast gravitational fluctuations, our scientists confirm he detonation of the Gravitic weapons.”

“As I thought they would Captain. Thank you.”

“Yes Sir.”

Three hours into the flight each section of the fleet would have received their orders. Over a hundred Star Destroyers would lie in wait outside the system for a flanking attack while the rest of the fleet would enter and destroy the remaining crippled defensives.

The Death Star itself was on its way and it’s entry trajectory had already been established. If all went well the Rebel fleet would be trapped between the hammer and the anvil.

“Reverting to Real space now Admiral.” A deck officer sounded and moments later the starlines slowed into the glowing blips of the stellar bodies. The fleet had now entered the Hades system.

Grand Consul Ceela stood at the bridge of the ship, staring into the inky blackness of space. He traced a long, thin finger across the screen, etching out the enemy positions, and the vast Imperial fleet gathered for the imminent invasion. 'Has it ever occured to you,' he mused, his thin throat gracefully delievering the words, 'that with a universe so vast, this war must never end?'

There was no reply, there was no reason to reply. Ceela humed impatiently, and touched his throat. Immediatly his voice reverberated throughout the ship. 'Tell Admiral Thrawn that the first Laecramean fleet has arrived. May it please him immensly.' His voice trailed off as he gazed at the stars, his mind lost in eternity.

"What is the weapon?"
"WILL!"
"What is the armor?"
"FAITH!"
"You will fear no evil..."
"FOR WE ARE FEAR ITSELF!"

The ships moved, readied, formed vast formations; a greater fleet had never been seen in all of Chronosian History.
On board, each Chaplain gave prayer to the Emperor, each marine recited Imperial code and creed, till the air itself hung heavy with the bitter taste of worship.
Aboard his personal flagship, The Eye of Wrath, Bhaal listened and smiled, watching the screen as the fleet moved into Hades, and others arrived.
"Send word to Admiral Thrawn, we are leaving for the Hades system."
"Aye Lord"
"Prepare all weapons and shields; maximum power...We shall strike as soon as we arrive"
"Yes, Master"
"And Acolyte?"
"Yes my lord?"
"Prepare all fighters...."

The Exetonian fleet awaited her orders earerly. Hozagarth was most pleased that this invasion was taking place. It was his first major battle in a year and it would be glorious. Hozgarth would not let his emperor down at all. He would do as orderd and excel with minimal losses. The fleet at his command was small yet powerful and his suprise was well into construction... This would indeed be a glorious war.

"Reverting to normSpace in three...two...one...."

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

"Ready missiles, tripple slavo. Assault form Theta," Admiral Gates commanded. Eighty new Star Destroyers brought their tripple shields online. Sixty Hive cruisers waited behind them, hull plating locked to protect the parasites stored within. New Paradigm cruisers dispersed.

"Fire..."

Thrawn stood up and adjusted his white Imperial uniform. His pale blue skin complimenting the decorations pinned to his chest beautifully. “All ships, you have a go order. Enter hyperspace.”

Three hours into the flight each section of the fleet would have received their orders. Over a hundred Star Destroyers would lie in wait outside the system for a flanking attack while the rest of the fleet would enter and destroy the remaining crippled defensives.

The battlefleet of the Iron Fist was the ships to be used in the flanking maneuver. Admiral Isard grinned, as he watched the battles, and the gravitational weapons blossom from afar.

"A useful weapon, is it not?" His second in command, a Captain Pedro, said.

"Yes it is. It is a good thing we gave our powerful weapons to our Emperor. More deaths would have resulted otherwise when the ships went through that asteroid field. Now we only wait for the signal to flank the enemy."

"As ordered, sir."

OOC: Weyr what are you shooting at? My fleet, asteroid base, warppoint fortress, picket ships? IF you hypered in with sith's fleet he is still on the fringe of the system due to the gravity well produced by the gas giant amound other things, as for my main fleet at ur distance u can at least get an idea of its postition but thats all...and its not the entire fleet i have in the system...

Alden Partridge looked into the vast Holo tank that displayed every unit in the system... he saw his own Wing deployed between the warp point and the enemy fleets. He also noted that Brooks' wing was slowly moving in behind the enemy fleet under massive amounts of ECM. They were not even using impeller wedges but rather reaction thrusters to prevent the massive gravity signature of a ship moving under wedge.

"Sir, we are picking up a massive Imperial fleet on the edge of the system, the majority of the vessels are SIth themselves but we also are picking up smaller numbers of Cordians, Weyrians, Exetonians, and Chronosiansains, even some Momanguisesse." His tactical officer said somewhat alarmed.

"HA, that’s the Empire for you Nancy, you will discover that bullies often travel in gangs because they lack the strength and constitution to face their battles on their own. Well obviously they are here to do us harm, it is time to show them that we will not go quietly into the night. Bring the fleet to tactical alert, imitate 'Long Lance'." His officers issued his orders.

The SD(P) of his wing deployed an entire broadside missile pods, there maximum effective range was about 6 million km the nearest ISD was well over 4x that distance away, then they simply disappeared. What the enemy didn’t know was that the ships of the WIckian navy are now equipped with Takian Fold shields.

The group of missile pods 75 SD(p)s and DN(P) along with those of 16 BC(p) a total of 2,350 missile pods these pods reappeared in the midst of Thrawn’s fleet a mere second later they quickly scanned the enemy for another second before they discharged their payload, no less then 47,000 missiles fired from the pods all of them were the heavy missiles of the Navy at this range stand-off laser head missiles were unnecessary, it would take less then a two seconds for the 6 gigaton fusion warheads of the missiles to impact on their nearest targets, over a quarter targeting the nearest SSD.

Just as the missile were launched a message was sent from Partridge's Flag ship to Thrawn’s:

I am a Protector of the sons and daughters of Thetis,
we fight for the Commonwealth you fight for corruption and
evil. You and your kind are not welcome in this system, this
is your first and last warning leave before I get mad.

The Chronosians, distanced from the mainstay of the Sith fleet, and with their shields raised to full, could only watch with horror as the Wickians struck, drawing deeply the first blood of the Sith.
They recieved the message, and Lord Bhaal scowled; moving forward, his eyes blazing with a primal fury.
"Is that how you wish it? Then each son and daughter of Thetis will know our wrath. We fight for unity and order; what is your commonwealth next to that?"
He slammed his fist down onto a desk, his whole form surging with dark power.
"Ready yourselves brethern...We prepare to attack; we wait only for the Grand Admiral's order"

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There was a large blast as three Hak'ta Ships where destroied. Anubis watched in plesuer, now his hold on the Bals System was compleat, he could transport his armies and fleets to the gather point. He looked at the Horizin Gate, the one Star gate that could open at any location, with or with out a gate. He Smiled when he thought of its uses. He Turned to Athena.
"THe Gate is ours," His booming voice said "Send the cargo ship through, make sure you do it right, they must capture you."
"What do you think I am master?" she replied. Stupid, I know what I must do, now get into hyperspace, it will take you long enough to reach the Sith fleet anyway, I know what needs to be done."

Ten minutes later, a modifided Goa'uld Cargo ship flew towards the gate, as it did the fleet entered hyperspace. Athena stood on the deck as the coordinets where sent to the gate. There was the usual foward push of the wormhole, and then the gate settled.
"Cheak the coordinets are correct, I want no mistakes, what we are doing is damn well major, and it will help our cause greatly."
"All coordinets correct, Goa'uld storage tanks have no leaks, we are good to go." Said the jaffa piolit.
"Well," Athena commented, "LEts get this over with."
As she did, the ship flew through the gate, and appered right near the WIck Fleet.

When they arrived, she hid a smile as she used the usless cloaking device to fly them past the ships. The ship had everything ready, in case they opened fire they could ring to a ship back in the Sith fleet. Her cargo waited restlessly, the Goa'uld simbiots where stirring in their nitro fluid tanks.

OOC If it pleases you, she is trying to hide herself as a messager, who is flying past to stop the radio message being intercepted. THerefore she is trying to get you to take her ship on board, if you don't it is only a few simbiots, as the piolit, and herself will ring to the Ship that is hidden within one of the fleets.

"ShipMaster! We are exiting Slipspace!"
"This is ShipMaster Agrinoba. All hands to battlestations."

The Lupus battlegroup emerged in a burst of white light, several kilometers to port of the Sith battlefleet. Though small compared to the rest of the fleets gathered, the Asrengard were ready to prove themselves to the Empire. The six destroyers and twin battleships made ready their turrets and torpedo launchers.

"This is the NAV Lupus to Sith battlefleet. Our guns are hot and we're waiting for your order."

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Ijust added a considerable post please check it...I will ignore people who ignore stuff posted on this page CHeck it often its were we will work out any problems any of us have...

Thrawn surveying his holomap was suddenly rocked to one side. The outskirts of space lighting up in a brilliance of light and fire.

“Report please.” Thrawn asked over the bridge.

“Admiral we have just suffered multiple missile attacks from what appears to be folding missiles? They just appeared!”

“Damage to the fleet?”

“The Dominance and the Revelation have lost their rear shielding from bearing much of the attacks however our shields have degenerated to sixty percent on the starboard side in sections B15 to K39 they should recharge in about eight minutes. The rest of the fleet has suffered mild damage.”

“Very cleaver, Thrawn said quietly to himself, very cleaver indeed. What can we assume about this captain?”

“Sir that their weapons outrange ours and that they have tactical superiority.”

“Yes that is very true however, they also have a greater manoeuvrability. I doubt they have many missiles with that capability considering the expense. I think that was just a warning blow something to show us that they are not weak. But no their missiles are not what I’m concerned with. Send a communication to the reserves and tell them to remain on standby.”

“Yes Sir.” Malin responded eagerly.

Thrawn turning in his command chair noticed Lord Sirus drawing in a deep breath.

“What is it?” Thrawn asked.

“The enemy plan something, I am not too sure as yet however I sense something is happening. I want a full scan done on sector 22/55 KA and I want it done now.”

A few seconds later an officer responded. “We do not detect anything sir, though our sensors are being deflected.”

“By what?” Thrawn demanded.

“By a large jamming field admiral making our sensors useless in the area.”

“Hmmmm. Well then why would they do so much to jam such a tactically unimportant area. What do you think captain?”

“They must have something coming towards us. Most likely under momentum or some other form of low output sublight drives.”

“Yes they must have Captain. We will not allow this to occupy the main fleet however. I want a secure channel with orders opened for Captain Isard. He is to take his task force and enter that sector and destroy the enemy. He should arrive in about twelve minutes inform me when he does. Once Admiral Isard emerges from hyperspace the enemy will be caught with their guard down. They wont even have shields raised, it will be easy pickings.”

“There is more than one life force their Admiral.” Sirus added. “I detect a task force? I detect thousands of lives all merged into one. I also detect a…. JEDI. Admiral there is a Jedi in the rebellions fleet.”

“Not unexpected Thrawn said.”

“Very well we will have the fleet move inside the system, slowly make it look as though were being cautious to bide time for Captain Isard, hold just outside enemy weapons range. Send the orders through the fleet.”

...damage reports minimal...

Vectors set. Forward screens to full...

...Hive-12 reports critical damage to drive sector...

...rotate forward screeners...

...EMF emmiters at quarter output...

"Admiral, I have four thousand hyperfusion missiles with firing solutions. Do you want me to fire?" Admiral Gates flashed to Thrawn, as his force began to move according to the Imperial command, advancing into the system.

Hawkins sat alone cross legged in his quarters wearing only the bottom half of his marine skin suit and nothing else not even shoes. It was a Spartan accommodations, for he preferred them that way. There was of course the essentials he would need to survive or to entertain the odd visitor such as Admiral Brooks or his old friends in the marines, being a simple round table with a small bar, a single couch and his bed all in a single room.

Hawkins was sitting in the center of the small room meditating, the soft flowing sounds of classical WIckian music reverberated in the back ground. It was time for some training, four practice droid rose from the floor surrounding him, he left the force flow into his body using it to strength him, however he always made sure not to become dependent upon it. After all for the first half of his life he knew nothing of the force. True it was his ally but true mastery of the Force came not through controlling it but using it as a guide have it simply flow into your actions and motions not forcing it serve your needs.

The Droids opened fire as he ignited his white light saber it sent the bolts flying in all directions it was only four seconds until he had them all disabled…at which point he sat again and resumed meditating. His body sleek with sweat he calmed himself letting his mind, his conscience flow into the depths of space around him. He sensed something out there…They were here in the system, the Sith! He tried to get a closer look at them until he looked unto Thrawn’s Flag Bridge, and he saw her, Lucy. However she was not what she once was evil and the dark side of the force has fully corrupted her soul, and that must be her new master in front of her lithe form, his body had evil just emanating from it tainting anything around it. He sensed a strange feeling of satisfaction from the evil lord, suddenly he knew that this was a mistake, the dark lords head turned and stared directly at Hawkins eyes glowing with rage. He knew he was being watched, what followed next was pain, lots of pain.

The next thing Hawkins remembered was waking up at the base of his quarters wall, that Sith was truly powerful, he flung Hawkins from his seated position across the room against the wall, Hawkins hurriedly ran to the bridge with only his light saber in hand. He arrived five minutes later not to shabby for a kilometer run, Admiral Brooks turned and looked at his old friend raising an eyebrow.

“Putting on a show for the young midshipwomen again Kevin? Ensign O'Neil get him the rest of a marines skin suit if you please, wouldn't want you to catch a cold.” he asked jokingly.
“Hardy old Friend, It is my fault I’ve endangered the mission.” The admirals face becoming serious.
“How so?”
“They have a Sith Lord and his apprentice on their flagship, I sensed them through the force…But they have also sensed me!.
“Fleet Orders! Condition Omega, I repeat Condition Omega” was a rehearsed plan Brooks hoped they would need to use, it was a crash battle alert in the case that their Ambush of the enemy was compromised.

Within five seconds all the Impeller wedges of the fleet were raised, thousands of decoy drones and countermeasures were launched adding to the ECM haze or producing even more impeller signatures to confuse or draw off enemy fire.

Brooks frowned as he noticed the new enemy signatures obviously hoping to outflank his force…they were of the Cordian traitors. Already his wing was being squeezed between the main Sith fleet and the Cordian’s fleet. It was going to be a long battle,

“Deploy Missile Pods, prepare for rapid fire on all tubes!” Brooks ordered as he heard them being repeat he continued his voice rising above all others, “Fleet Orders! We are Wickians, We are Protectors, We stand in the light! We hold back the Darkness from enveloping the galaxy! FOR HONOR!” He cried voice full of Conviction and Emotion. His bridge crew provided the automatic reply to the WIckian battle cry “For THETIS!”

OOC: Guess its on CW to shoot first as he would have seen my dudes prepairing for it so I await ur post, US do what ever don’t know if ya want to do a jedi hunt or what hehe.

Admiral Isard soon got into position with his fleet, coiled like a giant rattlesnake ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The Admiral looked at his watch, and at the Sith Knights guarding him, who nodded. It is time...

"Lead Star Destroyers, Alpha Strike, now!" The Admiral ordered. "Iron Fist will seek out and destroy the flagship! Rearguard ships will pick off any stragglers!"

The order was given. The lead elements of the evil Core fleet maneuvered to bring the most weapons to bear on their foes, and unleashed a hellish volley of turbolasers, ion cannons, proton torpedoes and concussion missiles upon the Wick, while black-and-grey painted fighters poured out by the squadron to mix it up with the enemy counterparts. The Iron Fist hung in the back, tracking for large capital ships and the flagship that would be the Admiral's personal kill, and thus, the battle for the Wick has begun...

“The Jedi knows of our plans.” Sirus said to the Grand Admiral. “I and my apprentice will have to go to their ship and hunt them down. The mandate from the Emperor is very clear.”

“Agreed.” Said Thrawn, “His ability to use the force is indeed troublesome, he has already prevented our flanking attack. Good luck my friend.”

Sirus took the hand of his apprentice, concentrating upon the force they left the bridge of the flagship. Flowing across the invisible strands which connects the minds and hearts of every living creature through the power of the force Sirus moved towards the one that glowed brightest of all, The Jedi Hawkins. Straining out of thought and time the suddenly appeared upon the bridge of the enemy ship. Sirus raised both hands and from them lightning emerged firing across the command deck in a hail of dark energy. His apprentice turned towards her former lover. (OOC: I’ll let you rp her from here on Wick)

Thrawn stood up and read the Holomap which clearly detailed the current battle. Pointing towards the Weyrian battle group at the rear of the fleet he ordered a channel to be opened to Admiral (INSERT NAME HERE). “Admiral, have your fleet support the Coredian forces at the rear. Fire at will, you are to destroy the flanking enemy group. The Momanguisian forces will offer support.” Thrawn turned away from the view screen and once again concentrated upon the enemy force. To the Admirals right another Sith had taken Sirus’s place, though not as powerful he would serve the Admiral well.

“Captain Malin”, Thrawn demanded. “Order the fleet to deploy fighters only, and have the bombers prepared for launch.”

“Yes Admiral.”

"Thrawn this is Hozgarth. Where do you wish the small Exetonian fleet to deploy?"

Hozgarth listened intently before deploying hwere he was orderd.

"This is Lord Bhaal of the Chronosian fleet; where do you want us, my lord?"
He smiled wryly; and looked out at the viewscreen.
"A thousand ships stand ready to serve; we await but your command and it shall be done...."

OOC:Jedi Battle Stuff iwill post fleet's actions soon...

IC:Hawkins responded to the dark lord’s attack without conscience thought, he was Jedi his first priority was to protect. He interposed himself between the Sith Lord and the bolts that would have struck Brooks and he absorbed them with his light saber. However some of the others were not so lucky a young ensign was struck in the chest she slumped into her battle harness. her body convulsing, another lieutenant was struck in the leg fell, he fell screaming in pain.

Hawkins looked at his old friend “Get out of here the fleet need you…I’ll take care of this.” Brooks nodded to his friend as he hit the evacuation signal his command chair fell through the deck making the two second trip to his cutter. The small but insanely fast vessel would soon make the short trip to the Saratoga. The bridge was locked down only Hawkins, the two wounded , Sith remained. Finally Hawkins regarded Lucy…

“I look upon you and I only see an abomination of what was one the most beautiful, loving and perfect being in the universe. I know that a part of that still exists in you deep within the dark shell that holds your soul captive. Lucy damnit I love you even still, but you need to fight you need to resist I can not save you on my own.” He mangaged say without missing a beat his voice almost pleading with the woman he once loved.

“By the Tester, it hurts me to see you like you are, it angers me. In this condition you are not what you were but are rather a weapon a device whose purpose is to kill. Do not think when I fight and strike you down and any other Sith that oppose me that I do it out of revenge. No! It is Justice to insure that the rape your soul has endured does not happen to any others.”

Sirus laughed at the sudden reaction of the Jedi. Light sabres raised the two Sith looked at him intently. “Young fool, you should realise by now that there is no hope of turning her from the darkside of the force, there is no hope at all. Apprentice finish him. I am going to deal with this ship.”

“Sirus teleported once again out of the bridge and suddenly appeared inside the main engineering level. The shocked crewmen turned raising weapons to open fire. Sirus simply pulled them all out of their hands and began to use the power of the darkside. Entering the weak minds of each man Sirus altered their urge to defeat the Sith, he was now making them think they were Sith and that they were to defend the Empire, Sirus used one of the most useful force abilities which was mind trick. Each crewman was ordered to have the ship attack their own forces by all means necessary.

Sirus then left the ship altogether, if his apprentice had any true power she would find a way off herself, this was her first test.

Thrawn received the communications from his allies, Obviously they were getting impatient he said to himself. But they would have to wait. Going into battle with a conflict raging to his rear and a large enemy force to the front was foolish. “Captain Malin, send the order to the Exetonian and Chronosian forces to hold for now, the fleet is not ready to move forward, we still need another.” Thrawn looked up towards the Sith Knight who was communicating to someone through the force. “How long to go?” Thrawn asked.

The Sith looked down, “Fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes” Thrawn confirmed.

“The fleet must wait at least another Fifteen minutes.”

“Yes Admiral” Malin submitted.

Hozagarth was annoied that he had to wait but knew that all good things came to those who waited...

"As you wish, admiral," Gates responded. "Assault form delta, tripple spread," it took perhaps two minutes for the Weyrean force to wheel towards their new WIckian targets. Drives flared to full, hulls groaned from inertial stress. The formation pread into a wave-like form, so every missile-equipped craft could fire. Thrawn had ordered them to help the Coredians, and so they would.

"Solutions plotted; ready in four," chief tactical stated.

"Fire," Admiral Gates commanded. Three seconds later, three thousand missiles screamed from their coilgun launch tubes, went hyper towards the WIckians, the ones not directly engaging Coredian craft. A hyperfusion missile was smart enough to go evasive for the last three seconds of its run, when it reverted to normSpace. In thirty seconds, Gates had launched a third of his missiles complement.

"Missiles away, recieving scanner data," tactical stated.

"WMC to full power," Gates ordered. Only a few minutes had passed since Thrawn's order.

"Admiral?" Weyrean tactical manuals always argued against full-power fire, especially at the beginning of an engagement. Any cannon firing at fullpower risked getting blown off its mountings, or simply ripping its own vessel in two.

"Glass them before they get a chance to return fire," Gates stated simply.

"Firing in two," tactical responded.

"At will after this," Gates ordered, as his craft shook under the massive salvo. "Whooper to hold back. Ready Hives." Hive cruisers shifted to the middle of the Weyrean wave. A hundred New Paradigm cruisers moved forward, screening against enemy missiles and parasites, weapons beginning to fire at their WIckian counterparts.

"....Midala, Ernst, Argos reporting structural failure..." something large clanged against the craft's hull -- a turret or poiece of craft blown off by backlash.

"ShipMaster! Incoming enemy torpedoes!"
Agrinoba swore in the tongue of the Asrengard before ordering her A.I. to plot a solution.
"All turrets, prepare wide-spread orb launch, full power. All stations ready to guide shots for intercept."

Twenty six large orbs of plasma coalesced on the turrets of the Asrengard ships and launched towards the WIckian missiles. The orbs were moved through space by electromagnetic fields produced from the firing vessel. These fields could be changed to guide the plasma. The orbs impacted on the WIckian missile volleys, taking out large numbers of them.

A Razor-Class Battlecruiser, the Imperator jumped in-system and cloaked instantly.

"There they are... what are our orders again?" Asked the Vice-Admiral.

"The Emperor wants a report on the Sith fleet. He says if we are found we are to follow instructions. He doesn't want a war."

The Admiral stood up from his command chair and walked over to the Sensor control pannel.

"Then why tell us to monitor a battle?"

The Admiral was reluctant to answer, and changed the subject.

"We were lucky we were able to find this sector... those Exetonian ships were easy to track now we are allies with them."

"Sir, why are we monitoring this battle?"

"Hmph. That is none of your concern. Now sit down and keep watch for any changes in the battle. I just wish to fetch a drink."

The Battlecruiser stayed motionless as mighty explosions were seen in the distance...

(ooc:TIN this has nothing to do with the Klington war, this happens a long time after it.... unless u followed the entire Imperial fleet which Exetonia jumped iwth...?)

(ooc:TIN this has nothing to do with the Klington war, this happens a long time after it.... unless u followed the entire Imperial fleet which Exetonia jumped iwth...?)

Let him watch, there is going to be MAJOR suprises in this rp.

(ooc:TIN this has nothing to do with the Klington war, this happens a long time after it.... unless u followed the entire Imperial fleet which Exetonia jumped iwth...?)

We just detected your ships hypering out while on patrol, and the Emperor sent a ship to follow you... and we found the Unified sith. the Emperor is very interested.

TIN Do you have any Istant messanger service at all AIM? if so my contact is Wardventure1@aol.com and if not get one of them damn it!

I'm at college right now-and MSN don't work here.

My home computer for some reason crashes when I try and use MSN-so I gave up.

I am sorry but I am not avaliable for messaging. :(

To: Grand Admiral 1st class Thrawn
From: Grand Admiral 5th class Hozgarth
Subject: She is awaiting your oders my admiral

Grand Admiral Thrwan i have the duty, nay, the privilidge and pride in telling you that the Behemoth has been completed on time and will be awaiting your orders to join the fleet. I personally shall board her when she arrives and prepare, once the battle here is over, to lead the manin fleet through the Wormhole. The fighting will be swift yet fierce. We will bring you and the Emperor victory my commander. Praise be to our Emperor, parise be to the sith. Long live the senate.

yeah, what the hell

OOC:Well I have a lot to reply to here so i will do it in parts, First is some fleet action with Weyr. Ill do Sith and Company next…CW u get to meet the Wedge, cant shoot through it, though you will have to find a way around it fly up or down, also the bow and sterns of my ships with the exception of my newest bc and sd are unshielded he eh.

IC:
CNS Saratoga
Constitution Class DN

Brooks noted the launch of the 3000 Weyrian hyper fusion missile and grunted as they disappeared into FTL. His command was briefed and prepared for these missiles, they would reappear roughly 125,000km out and reach attack range in 4 to 5 seconds given them a speed of about 20,000 kps/s only a third of the terminal velocity of WIckians missiles. Although these FTL missiles bypassed much of their point defense however their low subspace speed would allow for better engagement with the PD laser clusters.

Those few seconds would provide able time for the close in PD Defense clusters plenty of time to engage the enemy missiles it would also the many decoy and ECM drones time to draw the missiles off target. What did concern him was that each missile packed as much punch as an entire broadside of an SSD, it would hurt to say the least...

Then the missiles reappeared. Space was filled with thousands of ruby red stilettos the Weyrian missiles died by scores they begin to take evasive action the last part of the journey allowing more to survive, however these weapons were "Contact" missiles requiring them to get with in mere km to be effective, it was this finally second of flight in which most of them died, however four got through even the thick WIckian missile defense. The old Battleship Glory was crippled, the missile impacted on her forward impellor ring, her wedge fluttered and fail, the ship falling out of formation. The Battle Cruiser Deti which was only a month out of the yards at Theeds was nearly split in two, A super dreadnaughts sidewall absorbed another however weakening it. Finally a hapless Lt Cruiser happened to intercept another with its hull costing its life as it simply was obliterated.

"Fleet Orders, roll ship interpose our impeller wedges against the Cordians fire." Brooks ordered as several battle ships and the screening units began to take damage from thier Tubolasers. The Cordian fire soon impacted harmless upon the Wickians Impeller wedges, and would continue to do so until the enemy fire would adjust to it, line of sight would not allow for any hits. "I want continuous rapid missile broadsides upon the Weyr’s let take them down a notch or two" With that an entire Pod Broadside of 35,000 missiles was shot at the Weyrians, half of them contained jammers and ECM the rest were laser heads each equal to a turbo laser in strength, a thousand shot either a Para' or there ISD equivalent. They would reach a terminal velocity of 75,000kps/s and cover the distance between the fleets in about half a minute... a follow up broadside would follow every two minutes.

Much death would be dealt by both sides in this battle, Brooks stared into the tactical holo tanks observing the enemy movements knowing that this was merely the beginning.

"Fleet Orders, roll ship interpose our impeller wedges against the Cordians fire." Brooks ordered as several battle ships and the screening units began to take damage from thier Tubolasers. The Cordian fire soon impacted harmless upon the Wickians Impeller wedges, and would continue to do so until the enemy fire would adjust to it, line of sight would not allow for any hits. "I want continuous rapid missile broadsides upon the Weyr’s let take them down a notch or two" With that an entire Pod Broadside of 35,000 missiles was shot at the Weyrians, half of them contained jammers and ECM the rest were laser heads each equal to a turbo laser in strength, a thousand shot either a Para' or there ISD equivalent. They would reach a terminal velocity of 75,000kps/s and cover the distance between the fleets in about half a minute... a follow up broadside would follow every two minutes.

"Admiral, their shields are having no effect against our ships! Bastion, Fortitude and Victorious are destroyed!"

"Hmm..." Admiral Isard's mind whirled as the Super Star Destroyer shrugged off a broadside from one of the Pods, closing minor hull breaches that opened. "Anything else about these...shields?"

"Ah, sir. Their 'shields' are blocking our fire for about a 90 degree arc. Beyond that..."

"Ah, I see now." Admiral Isard said. "Maneuver our Star Destroyers beyond that arc! Take those ships out!"

By the time the Star Destroyers maneuvered above or below the Wickian ships, two more were destroyed and ten were damaged so far.

"Incoming missiles," tactical announced. Thousands of bleeps appeared on the Net.

"Screens up,"

"Screeners moving forward,"

"ECM detected," the scanner-tech stated. "They won't be in our intercept envelope."

The first missiles ran into a wall of depleted uranium shrapnel. Reason and rWMC fire lanced out, seconds before the surviving several thousand laser missiles fired. Shields flared. A dozen cruisers lost drive power. Scanner arrays and weapon turrets disintegrated onboard scores of craft.

"Salvo two," Gates commanded, even as the last craft dropped from the wave of battle. The Weyrean craft roatated to present their broadsides, unleashed another three thousand misiles, reverted to present their bows towards the enemy.

"WMC solutions in range," tactical reported two seconds later.

"Missile wave incoming," the scanner-tech stated.

“Hawkins looked upon the woman he loved, he once beautiful lithe form now changed, tainted by the mark of the Sith, hate flowing through her veins.

“This is your last chance Lucy reject the ways of the Sith and step into the Light, redeem your soul.” Hawkins pleaded with her.

“Ha! Your begging will not persuade me to give up my loyalty to my masters who made me so powerful. The Dark Side hold the true power of the force, that is why we are winning this war, that is why your friends even the Masaki’s son will soon embrace the dark side…your kind’s days are numbered, however you will not live long enough to see that end” She ignited her purple saber and swung at his head.

Hawkins’ own white blade intercepted hers above his head as the blades snapped and hissed as they made contact.

“So you have chosen death, is that it Lucy? Death or our Love, I see my Lucy has died long ago.” He said force her blade back towards her body, she grunted with exertion.

“That Name no longer has any meaning to me, I am now complete Sith.” She said quickly spinning out from underneath his saber as she freed herself she jabbed quickly at Hawkins with her blade, Hawkins felt her move before she even committed herself to it and parried it easily. She put too much effort behind her lunge and fell forward. He force-pushed her clear across the bridge, she spun quickly landing on her feet, with a wave of her hand a half dozen object flew back towards Hawkins, he side stepped some and used his saber to slice through others. When the maelstrom of flying objects Hawkins stood in the midst of a pile of rubble his Light saber held vertically in front of his face, his body calm, he was at peace barely even breathing hard at all. His Sith opponent smiled at him,

“Look at you standing there like you are so much better then I! If are so strong where were you when I needed you? You abandoned be like a piece of trash, No I will have my revenge! FRY!” Ten bolts of lightning erupted from her finger tips, much more powerful then she could cast earlier fueled by her pure hatred and anger.

For his own part Hawkins strangely felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, for the first time since the Sith took his love from him, he felt at peace. For the past two years it ate at his soul that he could not rescue her at the Death Star, that she suffered all these years waiting for him to free her from her prison of the Dark Side. No, she died long before this day, the SIth murdered her turning her into the monstrosity that now intended to kill him.

He had forgotten one of the most important tenets of the Jedi Code, but he remembered it now.

He held out his left hand, the bolts of lightning were drawn to it, but were not absorbed by it they were changed the energy becoming a coherent ball of energy.

“There is no emotion for me when I fight evil, there is only peace, I am Justice.” Hawkins said coldly without emotion. The young Sith looked at him unable to comprehend his words for they had no meaning for her kind, she just stared at him her eyes like daggers he chest heaving to draw in breath. He looked directly into her eyes and continued “And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted---Quoth the raven-nevermore!” He shot the beam towards the Sith she tried to block it but failed it stabbed her through her heart, her body being pushed back against the bulkhead, as it slid down it a smear of dark blood was left on it. She was dead before her body hit the deck.

Hawkins walked slowly towards her kneeling next to her prone form, his hand closing her lifeless eyes. “Goodbye my love, I will miss you.” A single tear fell from his eye, he heard the evacuation order as the ship begin to shake from multiple WMC impacts. Hawkins ran to the young ensign whom the Sith Lord injured at the start of the conflict, he put his hand over the black pitted area of her chest were she was struck, healing her, he picked up her body, draped her over his shoulder and brought her to an escape pod pushing her in it, he hoped a SAR team would pick her up before the enemy. Hundreds of such pods were being ejected from the ship. Hawkins made his way to his X-Wing, Lucy’s craft from her Rouge days, he would vindicate her soul by using it this day…he flew into battle.

He easily noticed Thrawn’s flagship in the distance, he felt the Sith Lords presence onboard it. He sent one clear message to the evil being.

“You will die by my hand for your crimes, I swear this upon all of those whom you victimized, your reign of terror will end by my hand.” Hawkins noticed a pair of Ties strafing a small destroyer he fired two shots, the ties erupting into flames. He had a lot of work left to do.

A blue-white disruption in the fabric of normal space opens on the outer fringes of the Hades system. From the disruption the HMS Aleksandr, a Romanov-class destroyer emerges. The strange pulsating signature of its modified gravimetric engines are instantly recognizable to Wickian sensors, as is its shield matrix signatures.
Spurred on by reports from the Ministry of External State Security and confirmed by the Office of Kriegsmarine Intelligence's own sources, the Star Empire of Valinon has heard of the strife that has consumed the fringes of the expanded Wickian sphere of influence.
In the over thirty years since the end of the infamous Great Raumreich War--more commonly known as the War of the Lion in the Star Empire--the Star Empire has held sway over the Raumreich in an uneasy co-existence with the ruthless Ortagan Hegemony that sprawls across the lower portions of the Raumreich. Together the two have formed an entente that have protected the Raumreich from the usual nuisance of foreign intervention, giants in the playground both helping and harming their younger, weaker neighbors. The reports of this new war with this so-called "Empire" that bears so much in common with the ancient enemy of the Ortagans--the now extinguished Pentastar Alliance--have caused concern in the ranks of the Admirality and are rumored to have even reached the ears of Her Majesty and the high levels of Her Majesty's Government.
Korvettenkapitan Vera Judson sits on the smaller confines of her command's bridge.
"We have entered the Hades system, Ma'am."
"Tactical, bring our EW and ECM suites online at once."
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Nick" she turns to the standardized AI assigned to all the Romanov-class vessels, "deploy two of our Ferret drones, hold the last one in reserve. Comm, I want a Nu-space expansion buoy deployed in eight seconds and set on a course for in-system under passive navigation. A ballistic course should serve our purposes."
"Aye, Ma'am. Preparing to launch Nu-space buoy."
"Ferrets are away, Kapitan," says Nick. "Bringing online their EW and ECM suites. Shall I set a course for the wormhole terminal zone?"
"Yes, and bring them in as fast as possible. However, Nick, keep the drones on the fringes of the combat zone. No closer than 150,000 kilometers."
"Of course, Kapitan."
Judson watches as her tactical displays and system map begin to fill with additional data. Ships of the Commonwealth and the ships of this self-dubbed "Empire"--which are almost exactly the same as the dead Pentastar Navy--are rapidly identified by the Aleksandr's combat information center, supported by Nick's databanks. Two signatures accelerate away from the recently arrived destroyer at 900 gravities, the Ferrets make for the combat zone, EW and ECM activated to shield their keen eyes and ears from enemy fire as they move toward the fires of the deadly dance that is naval combat.

A blue-white disruption in the fabric of normal space opens on the outer fringes of the Hades system. From the disruption the HMS Aleksandr, a Romanov-class destroyer emerges. The strange pulsating signature of its modified gravimetric engines are instantly recognizable to Wickian sensors, as is its shield matrix signatures.
Spurred on by reports from the Ministry of External State Security and confirmed by the Office of Kriegsmarine Intelligence's own sources, the Star Empire of Valinon has heard of the strife that has consumed the fringes of the expanded Wickian sphere of influence.
In the over thirty years since the end of the infamous Great Raumreich War--more commonly known as the War of the Lion in the Star Empire--the Star Empire has held sway over the Raumreich in an uneasy co-existence with the ruthless Ortagan Hegemony that sprawls across the lower portions of the Raumreich. Together the two have formed an entente that have protected the Raumreich from the usual nuisance of foreign intervention, giants in the playground both helping and harming their younger, weaker neighbors. The reports of this new war with this so-called "Empire" that bears so much in common with the ancient enemy of the Ortagans--the now extinguished Pentastar Alliance--have caused concern in the ranks of the Admirality and are rumored to have even reached the ears of Her Majesty and the high levels of Her Majesty's Government.
Korvettenkapitan Vera Judson sits on the smaller confines of her command's bridge.
"We have entered the Hades system, Ma'am."
"Tactical, bring our EW and ECM suites online at once."
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Nick" she turns to the standardized AI assigned to all the Romanov-class vessels, "deploy two of our Ferret drones, hold the last one in reserve. Comm, I want a Nu-space expansion buoy deployed in eight seconds and set on a course for in-system under passive navigation. A ballistic course should serve our purposes."
"Aye, Ma'am. Preparing to launch Nu-space buoy."
"Ferrets are away, Kapitan," says Nick. "Bringing online their EW and ECM suites. Shall I set a course for the wormhole terminal zone?"
"Yes, and bring them in as fast as possible. However, Nick, keep the drones on the fringes of the combat zone. No closer than 150,000 kilometers."
"Of course, Kapitan."
Judson watches as her tactical displays and system map begin to fill with additional data. Ships of the Commonwealth and the ships of this self-dubbed "Empire"--which are almost exactly the same as the dead Pentastar Navy--are rapidly identified by the Aleksandr's combat information center, supported by Nick's databanks. Two signatures accelerate away from the recently arrived destroyer at 900 gravities, the Ferrets make for the combat zone, EW and ECM activated to shield their keen eyes and ears from enemy fire as they move toward the fires of the deadly dance that is naval combat.



OOC: This rp is scripted. If ANYONE wants to join contact me first via msn. which is Wardventure1@aol.com DO NOT simply appear with no god damn reason into the system. Sudden arrivals with no clear or previous IC reasons will get an ignore from all parties involved. Sudden exits from Hyperspace of Expwn00204858 space will be ignored

OOC: It's still ok for me to have my observation ship around though, isn't it?

Yes as to be honest i am very interested in future rp's with you and i like your posts. You do have an IC reason of tracking the exetonian navy so i have no qualms with it. Besides its not going to stay hidden for very long *evil grin*

ooc: yeah sorry for my earlier post TIN. i forgot u would still be tracking me some time after that battle. Dont worry, my fleet uis a lot smaller now because i dont have the defence fleet with me.

Admiral Thrawn sat upon the bridge of this command ship surveying the battle. The conflict was indeed large and climactic however there was a much larger fleet to contend with.

Darth Sirus now once again inside the command ship watched along with Thrawn the positions of the fleet. Hundreds of ships were now damaged or destroyed and large pieces of dust in the Holomap now represented debris fields.

Sirus reaching out with the force and using the holomap got a place for every living thing, everything he could feel and touch throughout the force. However there was something else extending these ripples something hidden. Something there. Sirus stretched out with the force just like he had done before and followed the lights towards the seemingly non existent vessel. Quickly and silently he appeared inside the vessel at what appeared to be a command deck.

“Who are you?” Sirus said lightsabre drawn.

OOC: Unified Sith, you and your Imperial coalition are talking of invading the Raumreich Oversector, the home sector of the United Star Empire of Valinon. The Star Empire has historically maintained close observation of the Wickian Commonwealth and reports have reached the Star Empire of its intentions. You may either deal with this observation ship, or you can wait until you come to the Raumreich--and if you take that particular course you will not like the end result. Now, I was inivted specifically by Wick himself and it's not even like the Aleksandr is threatening your fleet. If the tenacity of your fleet can be intimidated by a mere destroyer, perhaps you need to rethink much of your campaign.

OOC: Unified Sith, you and your Imperial coalition are talking of invading the Raumreich Oversector, the home sector of the United Star Empire of Valinon. The Star Empire has historically maintained close observation of the Wickian Commonwealth and reports have reached the Star Empire of its intentions. You may either deal with this observation ship, or you can wait until you come to the Raumreich--and if you take that particular course you will not like the end result. Now, I was inivted specifically by Wick himself and it's not even like the Aleksandr is threatening your fleet. If the tenacity of your fleet can be intimidated by a mere destroyer, perhaps you need to rethink much of your campaign.


OOC: Perhaps you need to find a more plausible reason for suddenly appearing into a battle zone other than observation. So we have been here for all of well little over an hour rp terms and you ship suddenly appears, yes I see. I had no previous information of anyone else getting involved as I thought the script for this rp was very clear. As for these reports, usually people rp them as Imperial Navy is doing in an IC way of gathering information on fleet movements and such. And how do you know I am talking about invading that sector, do you have a spy in my ranks if so where did you rp him. Our nations have never had any contact. Our nations have never even lain an eye upon one another. For all your concerned this is just a backlash to push The Wick out of my Sector after he started a war.l

Unified Sith, I say just let him so that my ships can mysteriously appear in the battlefield as well. Though I actually do have an IC reason.

ooc:US, are you going to address the message Hozgarth sent... ;)
ooc2:Valinon were u asked to get involved in this by The Wick? This is a scripted rpo worked oput between The Wick and US. The rest of us are tagging along in the background...

Unified Sith, I say just let him so that my ships can mysteriously appear in the battlefield as well. Though I actually do have an IC reason.


Good stuff, and sice we are allowing everything to mysteriously "jump in" why don't we have our entire fleet simply move to Wicks homeworld and everyone else by "mysterios" engines that allow us to go anywhere all the time bypassing every known type of FTLi. YAY.

OOC: ACK! i will respond IC this afternoon, im busy with writting a term paper this morning as much as it pains me to put NS second to school work I must, i do not pay 30000 bucks a year for NS after all...

However i will say a couple things quickly here...

I see valinon is having the effect i thought he would he he, and sith is getting his first taste of Politics Raumreich stlye. A couple things you will find, Valinon has the eye of sauramon or something, he knows all.

ICly do not mistake our two nations as friends or equals, I dispise the Valinor they are elitiests supreme, they played my nation like a fiddle in the great raumreich war, and someday we will get our revenge on him and Ortaga.

All nations in the raumreich are stanch imperialist, they would assume and probaly rightly once the empire takes Thetis(And you still will if you keep pushing) that you would expand into my outer colonies, and then even into other nations territories. Its what empires do is it not?

Here the thing and hey even MIDAS washed thier hands of it in the last war, Us raumreichs hate one thing more then each other, and that is forigners playing in our sandbox...just be aware that when you finnaly come to Thetis US that things will get very intressting, there are more powers in motion then you have expected to forsee and many of them are beyond my control. Life is going to get very intressting very soon, be open and RP with it, it will be good.

And as cloaked ships go both valinor and imperial, well dont be to sure of it...thats all im saying...I will respond around 1700 est i think i really need to get my paper done lol.

GET ON MSN SITHY

I know i rammbled a bit there but i ASKED valinon to come into this, he pointed out he should wait until the battle reaches my capital...I told him not to worry about it and to come anyway...IC you can imigine my govt back home is scrambling for aid for anyone, not many of my Allies would give it becasue of the Shivan thing US :) so u get stuck with one of my enemies hehe

Oh yeah GET ON MSN SITHY

The Admiral looked at the figure, unsuprised.

"So, the powers of the Sith allow them to project themselves... very interesting."

The Admiral got to his feet, and walked around the glowing figure.

"I have come from The Imperial Navy, and I have a proposition for you from my Emperor. Will you listen?"

OOC: Oh great... everyones gone... and I won't be avaliable till tuesday after today... (Got a lot of overtime at work comming up...)

Admiral Shawn Carter stood on board the bridge of the Soverign class Super Star Destroyer Autrach as it came out ofhyperspace in the Tinith system, he knew the fleet was late but they would still be there for part of the battle.
"full speed to the warppoint."
"Aye, sir."
As the Autarch and the fleet of 75 ISD's and 100 Dreadnaughts moved frtowards the warp point at full speed Carter began to stratigize what he would do after they got into Wickian space, he would try to get the fleet in a good position and begin attacking enemy ships. As the fleet made it to the warppoint they went into hyperspace the first Ekardians tomove into a new galaxy for the glory of the Empire.

Space became a massive ballet of Death. The WIckian Flotilla the largest concentration of warships outside the Raumreich was fighting for its life. Out maneuvered by Thrawn their forces were split one was standing off pelting the Imperial Fleet with massive waves of missiles. The other element was surrounded on two sides by the Weyrians and the Cordians, the ships rolled madly trying to interpose the impeller wedges whenever possible. PD Laser clusters detonated scores of enemy missiles and fighters as they ran the maelstrom, WMC, hyper fusion missiles, and turbo lasers all impacted on the hulls of the WIckian ships. The WIckians seemed to thrive in this seemingly hopeless affair, not one routing, not one replying in kind to the enemy, return fire belching from both broadsides of the vessels. Cordian turbo lasers were answered with WIckian Grasers, Weyrian missiles counter with 6 gigaton Fusion Missiles.

Brooks watched the Tactical display his face slick with sweat, Damn he was proud of his boys, he grunted the Boston a Dreadnaught which survive the last war was spit in two after she was struck by two hyper fusion missiles. Another ship, crewed by his companion to be added to the butcher’s bill.

"We need to get break through the enemy we can not stay between them like this, Helm come to 45.62 X 23.87, maximum military acceleration, send tight beam to Admiral Partridge: Joshua Chamberlain." He heard his orders repeated, his forced turned directly towards the Weyrian force, his Battle Cruiser shook as its wedge propelled it forward as fast as possible, 575 gravities. The Formation shifted slightly forming an arrowhead the faster Battle cruisers in the front of the formation the larger slower ships to the rear, it had one purpose to punch through the enemy.

This tactic was called the Joshua Chamberlain maneuver among the WIckians, it was a desperate maneuver, but it was everything WIckian. What do you do when you're outnumbered and outgunned, Charge straight down their throats!

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Partridge noted Brooks' maneuver, he too grunted noticing the loss of ships on both sides, 1/3 of Brooks' command was destroyed or combat ineffective.
"Guns how many Fold shields do we have left?" He asked.
"Three sir!"
"I want another missile broadside dropped directly on top of the center of the Weyrian lines, All Fusion missiles, clear our boys a hole!"

The same first strike that ravaged the imperials in the start of the battle was sent into the midst of the Weyrian formation, 47,000 missiles spilled from the pods, the Weyrians would have only a few short seconds to destroy them or scatter in the wind, one thing was sure, Brooks would not be the only one with heavy losses soon.

Brooks had just given the order to charge the Weyrian lines, when he got a strange report from his sensor officer,
"Are you sure Megan?" He asked her.
"Very sir, a single Romanov-class destroyer just translated in system i lost them though, must be under ecm, sir."
The ship shook as it took another WMC hit. The damage reports becoming more serve.
"Cant worry about those self serving bastards right now," Brooks noted with pleasure as the Five spinal grasers lance their deadly beams towards a "Para" cruiser

The Para craft split in three, already weakened from repeated WMC firings, hit by five consecutive grasers. Another craft took its place. Hive cruisers belched out their parasite complements -- small, agile Pseudo-Intelligence controlled craft that went after their WIckian counterparts. Having expended their missile complements, the Weyrean craft lashed out with full-power WMC fire. Vessels exploded from consecutive missile and graser hits.

Gates watched his command get decimated. Everything seemed to go well, up until two score or so vessels dropped out of battle from shield and drive failure in thirty seconds' time. His flagship shuddered under continuous missile and graser fire.

"...Forward deflectors at quarter power..."

"...Fusactors critical..."

"Fold missiles detected," the scanner-tech muttered. "They're forming a wedge."

The fusion missiles reappeared, right in the Weyrean center, just seconds from impact. CIWS pivoted, fired, too slow to do anything. A full thirty thousand missiles survived to explode, lighting up the battle, splitting craft into pieces, denting hulls and shredding WMC turrets. Hardest hit were the New Paradigms, whose long hulls broke under the side explosions.

"Cryo plant failure detected...!" the chief engineer of Gate's flagship shouted over the Nat. A half-second later, the massive Storm-class dreadnaught's fusactors melted.

Fusactors did not normally blow up. But with power outputs in the red, even the smallest cryo plant malfunction could lead to meltdown.

Space-time rippled. A silent flash illuminated every craft and projectile for a hundred thousand kilometers around. Fusactors shut down, shield generators burst from their mountings, firien cells exploded. In three seconds a hole filled with molten plasteel replaced the Weyrean center.

Flag disabled. Transferring command to Admiral Hiro Storm.

Admiral Thrawn watched the Wickian fleet attempted to push through the Weyrian lines in a blaze of glory. “Hmmm, those ships should be out of missiles soon enough. What do you suggest we do in this circumstance captain?” Thrawn asked.

“I would advise that the Coredians are ordered to pursue and I would have the anvil turn and intercept them. Do you agree Admiral?”

“Yes I do captain however that is not what we are going to do. I want the entire rear of the fleet to turn their ports towards the flanking enemy force. Once they break through the Weyrian lines order an Alpha strike upon them. I want full power to all Port batteries, as soon as they come out of the Weyrian lines open fire, order the fleet to raise the jamming field to disperse teir sensors, do not let them realise what we are dong.”

“Yes Admiral at once.” The Sith ships turned as if they were one. Over one hundred ships now had their turbo lasers trained upon the enemy. “Ships are in position Admiral.”

“Excellent captain, order Admiral Hiro to withdraw to the Coredian fleet. Once the enemy passes through they are to once again outflank them when they are engaged with Admiral Halgin of the rear guard.”

“Orders being transmitted Admiral.”

“Very well. Lord Sirus, how is our contingency plan doing?”

“It is now directly behind the enemy fleet Admiral, between the wormhole and their main force. Lord Vader requests to know the status of the battle.”

“We are winning so far, though only minor skirmishes have taken place. The main engagement has yet to be acted out.”

“Lord Vader is pleased so far Admiral and he reports that he is ready and in positionl.”

“Thank you Master Sirus.”

Whisper Palace, Silesia, Roum Major, Roum System, Hegemony of New Ortaga

Channing Ansel stalks his office, the rage palatable, the fire in the eyes of the graying Hegemon of New Ortaga a death sentence to all they find. The billowing storm that is the supreme leader of the vast Hegemony are joined by the calm, ruthless Jordan Galt-Polemarch of the Interim Government Council; Cima Garahou-Strategos of the vast Ortagan war machine; and the Hegemon’s own daughter Kendra Ansel—who has seized control of the Hegemon’s Commissariat for Morale Monitoring.

“We should have eliminated Thetis and those disgusting Wickians years ago!” Ansel barks as he re-reads Galt’s carefully prepared reports. He whirls around his desk, and sets heavily in his chair. “Now they bring more of the upstart successors of the damnable Pentastar Alliance to our doors. I will not tolerate it! Garahou, you are to contact Hellings in Yetti’s Star at once. The Tenth and Eleventh Fleets are to be mobilized and join the Twelfth at the Quarantine Zone command center in the Gryps system. Also have Rear Admiral Saharin activate the Anubis and have it accompany our forces to Gryps. If this so-called Empire thinks it can enter the Great March with impunity we will prove them wrong, and they will go the way of the Pentastar predecessors.”

Garahou stiffens and nods deeply, “Yes, Hegemon.”

“Jordan, I want our operations in Thetis and Ticonderoga stepped up. Pump all our sources dry, if we lose agents so be it. If these ‘Imperials’ enter the March I want to know the location where they do it and when they do it down to the millisecond.”

“At once, sir.”

Ansel eyes both the senior members of the Interim Council, “Attend to business, both of you. I will summon the Council in six hours.”

Garahou and Galt make quickly to leave Ansel’s office.

“Kendra?”

“Yes, Father?”

“Have Coordinator Wolfe activate the Nu-space link and send a high-priority message to the Star Empire. I have no doubt the Valinor will have their own thoughts on this whole matter, and perhaps we can get their Empress Friedelinde to support any action we take in Thetis.”

“Yes, Father.”

HSI Trident, Yetti’s Star System, Hegemony of New Ortaga
11 Hours Later

Admiral Hellings watches as the hologram of Strategos Garahou dissolves. At his side, Commodore Thorgard, commander of the Trident space installation and its surrounding service and construction space docks is stiff, the implication of the Strategos’s words setting in.

“Shall I clear the Phoenix for deployment, Admiral.”

“Yes, Ericson, you may. And also convey a message to the Tenth Fleet’s and Eleventh Fleet’s squadron and wing commanders. Tell them they are to be ready to deploy in four hours at 1000, they will be debriefed via transmat at 0800.”

“Yes, Admiral.”

“Is my shuttle cleared for its return to the Phoenix?”

“It will be ready to depart by the time you reach the bay, sir.”

Hellings nods and moves rapidly to exit the command center of Trident. He has been given a chance to return to Thetis and finish what was started during the days of the Raumreich War years ago. The Wickians will finally be crushed, and any who dare intrude into the Hegemony’s sphere of the Raumreich will go with them. Hellings does take a moment’s pause as one of the new officers of the Commissariat salutes him with the closed extended fist of the Hegemon’s new Morale Monitor Corps. Yes, this time he must succeed, for failure at this day in the Hegemony does not have pleasant consequences. The Hegemon, as chosen representative of the People, enacts harsh consequences on those who fail to uphold the principles and vision of the world-spanning Hegemony and its denizens.

Whisper Palace, Silesia, Roum Major, Roum System, Hegemony of New Ortaga
48 Minutes Later

The Hegemon places the Nu-space neural link on his temple and activates the bridge to the full-sensory immersion of the Valinor virtual reality. Allison Wolfe, the Coordinator of Foreign Affairs, informing Empress Friedelinde Alderman I that Ansel wished to discuss the matter of the recent Wickian war with her, had forwarded the message to the Imperial Palace. The Star Empire had become cool and distant to all the other Raumreich nations following their withdrawal from the former worlds of the Vernii, the collapse of the High Dominion of Falasmayon, and the start of the Age of the Third Empire. However, no one could argue their position as the foremost power in the entirety of Raumreich.

“For the moment,” Ansel says quietly. “For the moment.”

Ansel swore silently that some day the Valinor would be forced to treat the Hegemony as more than just an equal at best, and that if it was within his power he would live to see that day. But for the moment, the bastard spawn of the Pentastar Alliance took precedence over those plans.

As th Ekardian fleet exited hyperspace into the Hades system Carter began to bark orders.
"Deploy fighters as a screen, then bring up the sheilds and power up the weapons. Send a message to Thrawn ask him what he wants us to do?"
"Aye, sir."
"He says to form up by the Weyrian fleet, and attack the WIckian flanking force."
"Very well, as soon as we get into position begin getting firing solutions."
"Aye, sir."

About 80 Star Destroyers were left in Isard's fleet when he pressed the attack, hammering on the weak spots exploited by his ships and fighters.

"Sir, they're moving! Wedge formation!"

"Ah, a final charge." Admiral Isard said. "When they have nothing else to lose, they will fight to the end...intensify firepower to maximum!"

The remaining Star Destroyers and Iron Fist intensified their firepower, intending on destroying the enemy...

Anubis' fleet moved fast, arriving out of Hyperspace a full double the range of all weapons in opposing fleet. His fleet Moved towards the battle slowly, Knowing the power of his enimies was not to be underestimated. He waited for his ships to be ready, and made the cheak of the stargate escape modual. His fleet powered up weapons, the deathgliders and Al'Kesh frigates moving forwards faster then the Ha'tuk. Anubis waited, making the weapon on his flag ship ready.

Athena's ship was a mess, after the destruction of her ships target, there had been a large amount of fire, her ship was now damaged, and floating on reserve power. She stood up from the piolit seat to cheak on the containers, and swore when she saw half the Goa'uld where dead. The only good thing the rings where still working. She set the ships piolit towards one of the bigger WIckian Ships, and made cheaks so the canisters would be shot into the ships bridge. Then she slowly walked up to the Rings, and activated them to Her own ships, the 5 ships on Anubis' right flank. She put on the Greek T helmate and gave orders to keep the pace with the Flag ship.

OOC: I see Ortaga has arrived I will be making a special post just for you soon after i finish some homework, for now this will have to do...

Partridge was pleased, well as much as any Admiral could be in this situation, his own fleet was now boxed in my the Imperial Fleet and the monstrosity they call the Death Star, however he would save as many of his people as he could.

"Fleet orders, Battle Cruiser and screening elements detach from the Wall make for the Wormhole, maximum acceleration, Ship of the Wall come to 045 degrees concentrate, we are going straight down there throats! The Fleet will Advance!” A war cry erupted from the throats of the officers on the bridge this was a good day to die! Outside in the dead silence of the vacuum of space the massed laser discharges of entire missile broadsides were sent towards the Imperial battle line, the massive 4 km long Super Dreadnaughts of the WIckian Navy would soon be writhing turbo laser range of the main body of the Imperial Navy.

Partridge held back one card which he now played, Over 3,000 LACs hid under ECM roughly two million kilometers if front of the WIckian Force they now attacked making no pretense of hiding any more four broadsides were unleashed in 40 seconds, it was the Tipple Ripple, the first wave would detonate 30,000km from the Imperial Navy each of the 3000 missiles was one of the dirtiest nuclear warheads that modern science could produce. The sheer ungodly about of radiation and EMP created from their detonation would blind even the best of sensors for a few critical seconds, the second wave detonated at 15000 km with the same effect, the third wave detonated directly on top of the Imperial fleet. All of this would have occurred in the span of ten seconds, finally blinded if even temporally the punch of this tactic stuck 3000 fusion missiles swarmed into the Imperial Fleet, 5 seconds be hind them would be the LACs themselves each armed with one of the Graser found on a Dreadnaught with an energy output equal to any heavy turbo laser. The Ship killers of the WIckian Navy poured into the ranks of the best the imperials had to offer, spinning like whirling dervishes they spinal graser dealing death to the ISD targeting bridges, shield generators hanger bays, any weak points they could find.

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Brooks smiled savagely as he noted the destruction wrought upon the Weyrian Fleet. His own dreadnaught lead his fleet thought the gutted remains of the center of the Weyrian lines. His ships energy broadsides shooting at the remaining Weyrian vessels as they passed through the lines.

The Cordian turbo lasers chewed at his ship dealing death to smaller vessels and wounding the larger ones.

"Come to port 30 degrees, skim the periphery of the Imperial Fleet at maximum acceleration, I want a least time course for exposure to there energy armaments we are getting out of this system!"

There was a certain amount of cold logic to the Weyrean chain of command. Every ship captain knew his place in the line of succession. Admiral Hiro Storm was young, but not incompetent. In fact, he was probably more competent that any admiral before him.

The confusion lasted a few seconds, while weapons continued to pour into the Weyrean fleet, while the WIckians raced through the gap in the Weyrean lines.

The Weyrean wall of battle disintegrated. The remaining eighty odd battle-capable Paras formed into small groups, though some of them would never reach the WIckians to do much real damage, redlined their drives, wheeled towards the WIckian counterparts to present the smallest target possible. The New Paradigm was designed to work in groups of three or four to take down enemy ISDs, although that tactic disappeard during wall-to-wall engagements for reasons few could understand after the battle.

Admiral Hiro Storm ordered his captains to spread out. Groups of three or four Paras, some backed by surviving Star Destroyers and Nox ships-of-the-line converged on the WIckian craft, weapons blazing, their multiple shields flaring against enemy fire. Storm's remaining dreadnaught, ther one he was on, turned, slowly, presenting its four singularity cannon at the WIckian fleet, sent four miniature black holes at the largest WIckian craft.

OOC: about 50% of my fleet is relatively operational, meaning that they have at least one WMC turret to fire from...

Admiral Carter watched as the WIckian fire poured into the Weyr fleet, some of it coming towards his ships.
"Comm. send a message to the Weyr fleet asking them if the need fighter cover or anything else, return fire at the WIck fleet now I want the Autarchs guns including the superlaser to fire on the WIckian command ship, all other ships are to pick targets as they choose."

OOC Here are the stats for the Autarch
Length: 15,000 meters
Crew: 605,745
Troops: 130,100
Cargo Capacity: 400,000 metric tons
Consumables: 5 years
Hyperdrive Multiplier: x3
Hyperdrive Backup: x8
Speed: 4,5 MGLT
Hull: 50,283 RU
Special Features: Five Gravity Well Projectors and one Planet annihilating "superlaser" with a firing range of 31,375,000 km.
Weapons: 500 Turbolaser Batteries, 500 Heavy Laser Cannons, 75 Ion Cannons, 100 Tractor Beam Projectors, 5 Gravity Well Projectors and 1 Superlaser.
Onboard Craft: 300 TIE Series Fighters, 60 I-7 Howlrunner Fighters, 60 Alpha Class XG-1 Star Wing Fighters, 48 A-9 Vigilance Interceptor, 12 Gamma Class XM-1 Missile Boat Fighters and 200 Light Transports.

“Admiral, it appears that the enemy is leading a charge upon us.” Captain Malin offered.

Thrawn standing up upon the bridge looked out of the view port as thermo nuclear explosions lit up parts of the fleet. Missiles screamed by as the Wickian wall advanced. “Order all Turbo Laser batteries to concentrate their forward firepower on their target of choice, even though they are out of effective combat range they will still do damage if fired. The fleet is to take out as many missiles as possible. Lord Sirus, you may initiate phase two.” Thrawn sat down now in deep thought.

Behind the Wickian fleet the Death Star de-cloaked and formed into its spherical fear installing structure. Mere seconds after the Battlestation deactivated its shroud over half a million turbo laser bolts made their way into the rear of the Wickian fleet.

Grand Admiral Thrawn watched as the Rebel flanking force made their way through the Weyr fleet and into a wall of carefully prepared turbolaser fire. The Imperial Star Destroyers launching their missiles and proton torpedoes along with the recently arrived Ekardian force would reduce the enemy into rubble.

Upon the flagship Thrawn winced as a star destroyer ignited into a ball of flame and wreckage. “Order the Impervious to take the Horus’s position.” Thrawn ordered. “Open a channel to the Chronosian commander. Admiral.” Thrawn said. “Take your force and flank the enemy, they are moving in to engage us ship to ship, there they will lose most of their long range advantage. You are to move in with the death star and cut all hope of retreat for them. Your fighters are to remain with the bulk of the fleet to assist in the removal of large missiles.” The screen went a stark darkness as Thrawn continued to watch the battle unfold.

The flagship with all turbo lasers pointed forwards was firing hundreds of thousands of turbo laser blasts every minute. Fighters dodged in and out of the fleet attacking capital ships and missiles alike. Soon the day would be won, but at what cost?

OOC : this may be my last reply for a bit at least until later tonight sorry...
IC:
"Sir we are picking up a massive energy build up from that Ekardian vessel"
"Deploy the fold shields, send it right back into them Guns." Brooks said calmly they were expecting this moment to come for a while now, Imperials and their Allies always made a big show about Super laser, now they would pay the price of using them.

The massive beam of the Super laser lanced towards Brooks' Wall of battle, however one small little fold shield placed itself between the beam and the ships it protected. It then Activated its fold generator encompassing the entire beam within its envelope the beam seemingly shrinked into nothingness, it simply ceased to exist.

A second later the beam re materialized directly behind the Ekardian ship no less then a hundred meters from its massive engines, its target now was not the WIckians but he who fired it himself.

OOC:I could have had it rematerialize directly inside your ship but its been a long day so im going easy here...after all why hasn’t US fired his own SL...?

The Shuttle arrived above coruscant after dropping out of lightspeed. The sight that beheld Zeeke was unimagiunable. a 35Km long SSD 5 KM high and 15 KM wide was awaiting in the orbit of coruscant with 1000's of TIE's flying around her. She really was a Behemoth and the new flag ship of the Exetonian fleet.

The shuttle pulled into one of the many hangar bays right in front of 500 Imperial Guard. Zeeke stepped off of the Shuttle and set foot on this monstrosity of a Super Star Destroyer. He turned to an admiral.

"Is the super laser operational?"

"Oh yes dark lord, it is quite operational."

"Good, take me to the bridge. We have orders to join the imperial fl;eet near the battle with the wick. We have been orderd to enage the enmey from the side and weatch her for a while, find out what her weaknesses are and then rip open holes in those weaknesses. Are my orders understood?"

"Yes my dark lord."

As this conversation was happening, 4 victory II class star destroyers pulled into the Behemoth. The engines of the monster started up and with a huge roar, the ship began to move. This was indeed a good day for the Imperium. She approached the point where she would jump to light speed and join battle.

Zeeke gave the command and the ship jumped to lightspeed.

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The ship pulled out of lightspeed 1 million Kilometers away from the heat of battle to the left flank of the Wickian fleet. There she would await orders. Zeeke saw the Ekadian lead ship there and sensed what the commander was plannig. "only fools jump in" he mumbled to himself as he ponderd a way to strike his enemy. For now, all he could do was watch but, when the time was right he would strike fear into the heart of all his enemys. The only thing Imperial on this battlefield now that dwarved the Behemoth was the DS but that was a mobile battle station. Battle was joined as the 4 ISD's left the hull of the Behemoth to come alog the side of the Behemoth. They really were tiny compared to her.

Now, all hell would break loose


Name/Model
Behemoth-class Super Star Destroyer
Designer/Manufacturer
Exetonia R&D department/ Tenita Ship yards
Combat Designation
Super Capital Starship
Length
35000 meters
Weapons
3300 Laser Cannons
3000 Turbolaser Batteries
450 Ion Cannons
600 Tractor Beam Projectors
60 Gravity-well Projectors
1 Superlaser (35,000,000 Km firing range)
Shields
Maximum efficiency defelector shield version three total output: 800,000 trillion terrajoules
Fighter craft
7,500 TIE fighters
1,250 TIE bombers
1,250 TIE interceptors

The Chronosian Admiral recieved the message and nodded; the mainstay of the Imperial fleet moving, turning through the vast expanse of space; moving to flank the enemies main assault; a roar of turbo lazer and ion cannon fire scarring the void. They focussed their fire as fighters moved and darted between ships; aiming at missles; while some fell, flaming and in ashes, as missles tore through their hulls.
"All fire concentrated against the enemy...."
"Aye Lord Bhaal."
"We will crush their offensive here; or we will die trying. For the Imperium!"

Zeeke saw the folding shield in his vision of the balacnce of space and nature. He was enraged by such a trick. He began to focus his being on the manafold generators, Moments later he was locked in a deep trance and before he knew it, he had control over the generator. he began interfering with its workings. He made a motion with his hand...

The Behemoths super laser fired streaking towards one of the capital ships of The Wick. He continued concentrating and another blast went off towards another capital ship and then one more at anothe before he could hold his concentration on the fold genterators no longer.

The three shots had been well placed and at full power. Zeeke orderd the behemoth to move ever closer. It would take a while for Zeeke to gather enough concentration to do that again but not infinity. This battle would be own. He telepathically let the other Sith knights know what they had to do. he then contacted Vader.

"What is your bidding my master?"

ooc: just BUMPING this plot along

Anubis Stood on deck, his dace a gray blur. His face made a slight upward movment at the mouth when the Weapons where in range. He sent the orders to his Fleet Commanders.

"All units are to fire on Command. Al'Kesh And Death Gliders to be released. StarCannon to be Readied. All Forces To be readied. I want the Super weapon to be up to power by the time we are in close range." He Spoke with Convection, power and skill, one used to talking the crowds, as well as others. He Smiled as the Lesser Craft flew towards the battle.

OOC: So much to cover in this reply if i miss something let me know please...

IC:
Brooks' Fleet just penetrated the Weyrian fleet when the first turbo laser blast began to impact on his fleet. It would have been quite a sight as hundreds of the green bolts were deflect in all directions by the bow-wall of his ships, some of the powerful heavy turbo lasers even at this range could penetrate the bow walls ships not as well armored as dreadnaughts began to take losses. He cringed as he noticed several Icon representing his ships begin to fall out of his fleet’s tight formation, cripples to be destroyed or captured by the enemy.

The enemy fire was answered by the massive spinal grasers of the WIckian ships.

"Fleet Orders, Port Nimiety, Hard skew turn-get our noses up!" Brooks commanded his orders being repeated quickly...his wing was turning to present the broadsides to the main imperial fleet and the Credian/Weyrian fleets. Massive missile broadsides leapt from the missile tubes on each broadside as well as the trailing pods, the massive grasers spewed their angry beams at enemy vessels on both sides. His ships constantly rolling to interpose their wedges against enemy fire, only exposing themselves to return fire at their enemy, the high concentration of enemy fire damaged many ships. Killing numerous screen units and battle cruisers, who lacked the armor of true ships of the wall. His fleet began to pull away from the enemy force.

He smiled savagely as he noticed Admiral Partridges fleet close to point blank range of the main Imperial Fleet, that whole section of space soon became one massive fireball of death and destruction.


OOC2: Will post Partridge's action after classes today.

OOC WIck I am assuming that the superlasre hit my ship after what you did to it, if I am wrong correct me.

Carter grinned as the fire from his ship towards the enemy flag sure that it would destroy it, but his grin dissappeared as the superlasers beam did he only had time to say one thing
"oh shit."
The beam hit the rear sheilds collapsing them then went on through teh ship, making it nearly dead in space. Carter pulled himself off the floor surprised to still be allive.
"Damage report."
"Sir the sheilds, comms, and engines are down, decks 19 through 37 are breached, fighter bays 1 and 3 are gone sir."
"How many weapons do we have left?"
"213 Heavy turbolasers, 146 heavy laser cannons and 31 Ion cannons."
"I need to get to one of the SD's, how many ahips are in Bay 2?"
"37 shuttles, 3 gunships and a squadron of tie defenders, sir."
"Have the shuttles see if they can repair the engines, I want 2 of teh gunships and half the defenders to go with them, I'll take the gunship and go to the Megaladon and take control of the fleet the rest of the defenders are to escort me."

The rest of the fleet continued to fire away with turbolasers and proton torpedos.

OOC: Unified sith-if you check page 6 you'll find my reply to your incursion on my ship. I await a reply.

Bump

Partridge played one of his last trump cards as his fleets last fold shield enveloped the massive wall of energy sent at his fleets rear by the Death Star... that wall of energy reappeared underneath the Imperial fleet its deadly rays being sent into his opponents bellies.

To anyone who has not fought WIckians in the past would assume that this was some sort of desperate last hope of an outnumbered fleet, to try to break through the lesser of two dangerous threats in a vain hope to escape death. It was quite the opposite however, Partridge ordered his fleet into the center of his opponent’s fleet for one reason, to take out as many of them as possible, the range between combatants was insanely close, any energy weapon at this range would hit with force comparable to hitting a with a sledgehammer .

Imperial Turbo lasers spewed out their bolts quickly multiple broadsides tearing through even the massive armor of Super Dreadnaughts, most were cripple falling below the formation, others turned into burning wrecks, those that exploded would have taken not only itself but those surrounding it also.

The Imperial weapons were responded to my WIckian's grasers some over a meter wide, at this range they would hardly be stopped by shields and would punch into even the heaviest of armor.

The Destiny's Way was the pride of the Hades fleet, it was 8km long and equipped with not only grasers but Takian Slicer Cannons, six in total these beams emitted a continuous beam that would not be stopped by any shield and would slice through even the thickest of amour, they were used first to literally slice the large shield towers off Imperial ships to make them that much more vulnerable to return fire.

PD laser Clusters on all the WIckian vessels fired continuously their small stilettos being ineffective against a capital ship would literal tear through something as small as a fighter.

It would not take long at all for ships on both sides to start to die by the dozen...

"Close distance," Admiral Hiro Storm flashed. The remaining Weyrean vessels, those not trying to get fusactors and systems back online, raced straight into the WIckian wall, spewing subEtheric WMC and gray turbolaser death. Storm barely felt seat restraints dig into his uniform through the flickering, high-speed fleet Net. "Deploy hives."

The thirty still-operational Hive cruisers seemed to come apart at the seams. Thick, protective armor plating opened, revealing hundreds of small, deadly PI-controlled craft. A mass of them shot towards the WIckians, those not chewed up by counterfire to engage their Wickian counterparts.

"Take us in. Target enemy flag. Cannon status?"

"Full charge," tactical responded.

"Fire,"

Point-singularity cannon fired black holes roughly ten meters in radius. They were not like the coredian weaponsm which broke craft up through tidal foprces. Rather, they simply blasted through shields and armor, to create gaping holes and hopefully hit something important in the process. The Storm had four of them on its bow, and it now fired all of them at the largest WIckian craft in range.

Athenas 5 Ships moved within range before the rest Of the Fleet. The Only Execption was the Al'Kesh Bombers, as well as the Death Gliders. The Al'Kesh fired Staff Bomb after Ataff Bomb, hitting the sheilds with a burst of Eneregy. Athena Hid her glee, this was when Anubis would e forced to respect her, as she had modfied her own fleet, and now he would not know how she had. He ships stoped, and their outer rings started to spin. The Main cannons, each one mounted on one of the 6 coners. There where 6 points of light, each one brighter then the last. When the Brightest Was pointed at one of the WIck Ships, it fired a huge orange Shot, witch would spread along the sheilds and draw a huge amount of There Power. The Next 2 Shots would do the Same, leaving the final 3 to tear the Hull to shreads. The Shots fired, each one a rate of 3 per minute. Each one of her ships aimed for a different WIck Ship, the largest they could. Athena smiled as the Shots flew orange in the sky, as her ship changed targets, the shots fired once again twenty seconds later, this time at a different class of ship. She Watched as the first battle feild test went exactly to plan.

Anubis almost died of shock when he saw the size of the shots from Athena's ship. Her ships where not ment to have that, no Goa'uld Mother ship had that much fire power, unless they gave up a large amount of their luxuaries, witch now he thought of, Athena Was a Spartan, she lived with a little as she needed. He sighed, then made a gesture, and his men readied to get the super weapon going. The Ship top opened like a Rose bud going into bloom, right before the Energy started to charge up. IN three minutes his weapon would be ready. When it was, hell would be released.

Bump

Sirus strolled around the command deck of the Imperial Navy ship. No captain you are mistaken, I am far from a hologram. Running his light sabre over the hard metal deck Sirus turned it into a small chunk of molten metal. No I am indeed here captain.

The emperor, well that all depends on your reasons as to why you are stalking us in battle.

"Hmm... This deck is expensive you know... but it does not matter. My Emperor is very interested in your people, and asked me to follow your Exetonian friends in the hope we would find you."

The Admiral walked over to the figure.

"He wants to meet your Emperor. He wishes to negotiate a truce. The Exetonians are already our allies, and our Emperor wants to be your friend as well... another ally on that backwater planet Earth, lets just say. What do you think about that?"

“I myself do not have the authority to timetable a meeting with the emperor, however considering the circumstances I am sure he would agree. Sadly I am not able to take you to the home world currently because of…. Internal matters.” Sirus looks over towards the raging battle off in the distance. “However I will give you the coordinates for the homeworld. An escort will be waiting for you.” Taking a small pad from an unfortunate crewman standing far too close Sirus entered the coordinates and handed the pad to the captain. “I am sorry however I can’t stay long I have more pressing matters to attend to.” Sirus went into a small concentration then in a blink of an eye he was jut not there.

"Hmm..."

Several crew members were clearly shaken.

"What do we do now?"

"We head for the co-ordinates. We can then meet with the Emperor of Unified Sith like tht guy said."

"Helmsman! Enter these co-ordiantes and jump to hyperspeed."

"Aye Admiral!"

The ship turned, decloaked and shot into FTL velocity.

(Perhaps i should start a new thread for this...)

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=374257

NEW THREAD LINK IMPERIAL NAVY

Grand Admiral Thrawn winced as another Star Destroyer exploded in the distance. He had to give it to the Wickians they would not die without a fight. Pacing up and down the command deck Thrawn looked impassively at the holo map. “How many Gravitic mark 2’s do we have on the Impervious Captain?” Thrawn asked.

Pulling up a supply list Malin quickly found the necessary information.” We currently have five hundred on the Impervious Admiral.” Malin said with a slight hint of curiosity in his voice “Why what are you planning sir.” Malin asked once again puzzled. Surely the Grand Admiral was not going to use gravity weapons inside the fleet, it was madness. But then again Thrawn was unpredictable as well as a master tactician.

“Open a channel to the Impervious.” Thrawn ordered.

Upon the communication screen a familiar voice of Admiral Tourli became obvious. “Admiral, how can I help.” Tourli said balancing himself on a bulkhead beam as an enemy missile impacted upon the deflector shields.

“I understand that you are suffering the brunt of the enemy attack Admiral.” Thrawn said stating the obvious. “I want you to set all your Gravitics to a minimal level, then you are to jettison them into the path of enemy warships. Then detonate the weapons and use them a trail mines, with the limited amount of combat space their remaining warships will be torn apart.” Thrawn said confidently.

From the other side of the channel a large explosion was heard. In the distance officers could be seen ordering damage control teams to their stations. “Hull Breech in aft section. Closing bulkheads.” Came in the background of the comms chatter. “ As you can see Admiral Thrawn, I do not have the time to chat, we will carry out the orders now.” The screen darkened while Admiral Tourli launched the weapons.

In the dimness of space small mines were being launched from the Impervious. Each one priming then holding position, waiting for an enemy warship to come into range, finally the trap was set. Admiral Tourli ordered the detonation of six Grvitics as they passed into range of an enemy warship. Detonating and then forming a micro black hole these dastardly weapons would cleave gashes through ships with impunity.

Brooks' fleet finally began to pull away from his pursuers, his own was battered but still combat effective, it would live to fight another day. To carry on the rebellion against the Empire, but the price of his fleet escape would be dear, as his sensors detected the first sign of gravitic weapons being detonated within the Imperial lines.

His only surprise was that the Imperial had not used such weapons earlier in the battle, the traitor Cordians under Isard seemed awfully fond of them. Perhaps it was because they new such weapons were nothing new to the WIckians, indeed the Home Fleet in the Great War faced off the Solar Navy who deployed singularity weapons with an event horizon that stretched for 500,000 kilometers. It was the age old MAD deterrent. The outcome of this battle was decided long ago, the WIckians could not win, however they would bleed there enemies like nothing before, with the deploying of gravitic weapons the Imperials only accelerated the time table.

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The computers recognized the threat poised by the small mines before the unbelieving human minds would have even comprehended the threat they poised. Thousands of stilettos were set towards the gravitic mines, such weapons were not new, but their threat was real. In the precious seconds it took the minds to deploy, and seek out their targets over half their number was killed, however that left the rest to seek out their prey.

"Case Omega! Black Black!" The tactical officer reported to Partridge confirming the employment of the gravitic mines. Already six "Ships of the Wall" almost an entire squadron was lost to these powerful mines.

Partridge’s faced became locked with a grim determination, there was only one response in this situation, and unlike the Imperial fleet his own would most likely be wiped out so he would not have to limit the payloads of his weapons.

"Fleet Order's, Activate Thor's Hammer." Even more WIckian vessels perished to the mines, but now the Imperial would get a taste of their own medicine.

Thor's Hammer called for the deployment of the entire store of tactical singularity weapons held in a WIckians ships armory. Normally these missiles would be used while the WIckians were far from the enemy, however circumstances dictated they used them now as they were danger close, many WIckians would perish by their own weapons but even more of the Imperial would die themselves. No less then a thousands missiles spat from the combined broadsides of the WIckian fleet which was now intermixed inside with the Imperial formation.

These were Thantos class warheads, when they detonated each of their warheads would form an event horizon the size of a small moon. It was insane to use such weapons in this fashion, but his hand was forced, it was MAD: Mutually Assured Destruction.


Five seconds after the first launch if one was looked at the battle with the naked eye it would have change from a beautiful light show produced by turbo lasers and graser, with large explosions of hellfire from fusion missiles to the sudden and deadly appearence of multiple event horizons that would ensure heavy losses on both sides.

The Battle was almost over.

"Break contact," Storm spat as the first gravitics deployed. At least this part of the WIckian fleet was not trying to suicide. He keyed in a secure external comm channel, locked onto the retreating Wickian flagship, sent a concentrated databurst. There were benefits to being the new senior fleet commander.

I do hope you'll make use of this information at some
point. Weyr has never turned away a customer, provided that customer
doesn't make his hatreds apparent. Maybe you'll drop us a line if you're in
need of something.

[[What follows is a series of navBeacon access protocols, new communication
codes used by the Imperial forces of the Weyrean Imperial Governor,
projections for Imperial military buildup in some sections of the Empire, and
analysis of Imperial traffic patterns in some sections of the Empire]]

Courtesy of the (former) King

The surviving Weyrean forces, the ones not reactivating ship systems, began breaking off from persuit. Storm did not want to loose the rest of his force to fusactor meltdowns and gravitics. "Begin collecting survivors," he flashed. Maybe he would bag some Wickian officers or engineers.

An ISD found a more or less whole WIckian craft, brought tractor beams online, began pulling it in.

The screams of the dying was cut off by the singularities created by the Wickian weapons, just as Isard knew they were emanated by his own weapons. It truly was a battle that MAD is involved in, and losses were heavy on his side, as it surely is with the enemy, and the allies. Many a fighter, small ship or Star Destroyer were ripped apart and their atoms were drawn to their doom. Such is the way of warfare these days.

Admiral Carter had made it to the Megaladon without incident and began giving orders.
"Send 6 ISD's and 10 Dreadnaughts to protect the Autarchi."
"Yes, sir."
Carter began watching the WIckian fleet as they began to lauch a massive amount of missiles into the Imperial fleet, some towards his ships. Then he saw them begin to explode, tearing through Imperial ships, and Wickian ships alike. Hundreds of fighters were obliterated along with several ISD's and Dreadnaughts.

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Aboard the Autarch the repairs were going well the engines hadf been determined to be a total loss, but the sheilds were back up and the Hyperdrive was almost repaired.



OOC
Losses
27 ISD's
48 Dreadnaughts
356 fighters

Anubis Saw the Missles, and Swore as three Missiles headed towards his fleet. The Left Side of his Forces was torn to shreads, almost 8 ships going down, the only thing saving them was how far they where spread out. He cheaked the Forces closer to the WIckan Forces, and smiled. Almost a full half of his forces had been wiped out, now there was only one death Glider for Every AL'Kesh, and the Al'Kesh where at half strength. He cheaked the Starcannon and his face made the gesture of a smile.

"When I give the order" He said in a deep voice. "Fire the Starcannon. Ready. FIRE!"

From Outside, there was a pulse of Energy as the 6 "Petals" outer wings Sent energy to the core. When they did, a small ring started to rotate around on the inside. After a few seconds, the ring stoped, and the 6 "Petals" fired their cannons to a point just above the center. There was a large blast of Orange energy, witch flew towards one of the WIck Ships. When this hit, it would corse across the body of the ship, most likely cutting throught the weakened sheilds. After This, it would project onto two more ships, doing the same. Hopefuly this would kill all on board, while leaveing the ship mostly intact, if over powered and disabled for the time. Anubis smiled, and changed the Target to the Fleet running the Weyr Ships. He waited for the weapon to fire, and watched with excitment as it did. The Weapon was a Stargate, larger in size, as well as power. The main reason this was used was for the Energy discharge that was let off as the Stargate opened, with the 6 eyes, was duplicated over 5 million times. The Blue Energy Cascade Moved forward like a Air gun fired in water. It moved in a basic Straight line, and anything in its path was destroyed. THe Weapon was a hard one to use, and generally wasn't unless There was a clear path, or the Commander was willing to sacrifice his own people. Anubis was the latter, and Some of the Weyr Ships would be killed, but That was not his problem, as the weapon was not slowed in any way.

The Chronosian fleet pushed forward, weapons blazing; turbo lazers and ion cannons, lance shots and torpedo fire echoing through the void. The flagship rocked, steadied and continued onward; as all around it ships were firing, being fired upon, taking damage; some even exploded in the inky blackness.
"My lord, we cannot continue, this is suicide"
"No, its an offensive; we are doing just as much damage to them as they to us." The commander pulled loose his bolter pistol and quickly shot his subordinate in the head.
"Fear denies faith, heretic" He hissed. "Send message to the fleet; onward with every and all weaponry. Everything! For the Emperor!"

OOC: Bump!

"Oh...shoot," a dozen ships vanished into oblivion, those whose drives were disabled and could not get them out of the path of the blast.

"Get the [expletive] Anubis fleet on the line. If those f**ckers fire at me again, I'll blast them to oblivion along with the f**king WIckians," Storm shouted in the CICC of his flagship. There were good reasons for sacrificing friendly ships, but friendly fire was not one of them.