NationStates Jolt Archive

Planet Doom, Doomingsland

The PredAlien had missed his prey for the last time. The Emperor himself had commanded him to hunt down and erase the Masaki family from existance. He would have to accomplish that to ensure his continued survival. He walked through the fiery underground halls of Doom. He walked by a great lake of flowing lava, staying on the steel catwalk. Occasionaly he'd see a splash in the lake, and hear something scream. Entertainment, he supposed.

He then continued to a checkpoint,

"Identification?" asked a MJLONIR-clad legionarie from his guard post. The PredAlien pressed his face up against a retinal scanner, which hummed for a few seconds before buzzing, and turning green.

"You are cleared, sir."

The forcefield preventing him from progressing further dropped, and he headed into another cavern. This time he continued down winding steps, occasionally hearing screams of pain. This was supposedly hell, after all. Finnaly, he came to a security door. He again pressed his face against a retinal scanner. The door swung open, revealing a clean looking coridor. He proceeded down the hallway, and into an elivator. Finnaly, he arrived at his destination, an Imperial conference room. He stepped through the door, and was in the presense of the Emperor, Darth Revan.

He quickly knelt, bowing his head.

"Rise, my child." came the warped voice from beneath the hood of the Sith Lord.

"My lord, I have failed you for the last time." responded the PreAlien.

"It wasn't your fualt. We had underestimated the strength of Coreworlds. The time for vengeance is at hand. We shall put an end to this rebellion once in for all. I hereby dub you, Darth Forgin."

It was official. He had now achieved his dream of becoming a Sith.

"Thank you, my lord."

"Don't fail me again, boy. Off with you."

Forgin left the place, and ran to his ship.

After arriving in the shuttle bay, he walked up the boarding ramp of his ship, a custom built vessel designed for assasinations. It had a built in cloaking device, was warp capable, and was outfitted with the latest scanning technology. In addition to this, it was capable of launching drop pods.

He took off an hour later, after a lengthy pre-flight check. Once in orbit of Doom, he checked his scanner for the last known location of Daniel Masaki. Unbeknownst to him, a tracking device had been implanted on both he and his lightsaber while he was in Sith captivity. It only went off once a month, for just a few seconds, to prevent detection by the Jedi. It was that time of month.

A few hours later, Forgin's screen pinged, and showed where the beacon was transmitting from. If Masaki had tossed away his lightsaber, then there would be two seperate beacons to track.

The PredAlien went to maximum warp, and headed for the signature...

The scanner tech thumbed through a dog-eared Rurouni Kenshin Vol.41, eyes following the japanese characters, savoring every character. Feet on his console, back turned towards the passageway, he neither heard nor saw the approaching officers. The XO, however, did.

A bellow of "ADMIRAL ON DECK!" sent the tech out of the chair and onto the skidproof deck surface.

"At ease," recently-promoted Fleet Admiral Hiro Storm responded automatically. "Lieutenant Hart, you are paid to watch ships, not kanji."

"Ah...yes, admiral," the scanner tech bobbed his head, caught himself, saluted stiffly.

"Good," Storm considered the man, watched him sweat for a moment. "Watch for status updates. We may be moving out soon. No, I have not recieved orders," he stated, disappeared into the passageway.

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Hiro Storm was the youngest Fleet Admiral in the history of the Star Guard. It may not have been a long history, but it was a history. He considered the forces under him for a moment, as he did almost every day. It was a big fleet, built after the Battle of Paradigm, as that farce of an engagement was called.

"Damn, it's a big ship," Rivka li'Wye gasped, hatch shutting behind her. There were no auto-opening doors onboard any Weyrean vessels, except the Star Destroyers.

"Yep," Storm nodded, flicking off the holoprojection via the Net. He was the girl's spirit-father. Storm chose not to think about her parents. there were no Sith aboard Star guard craft, the magi'i made sure of that, but he never knew when one might try and bypass his extensive mental defenses to listen in on a private strand of thought.

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The Astro-Zero shot into space. Rivka grabbed an express column, keyed in translation vectors.

You better have a damn good reason for this, she muttered. Spirit-father or not. She went into a lazy spin, drives pushing the sleek craft past a heavy interstellar lighter. At least the military-grade parasite was fast, and armed, and without the Star Guard insignia. You want me to go through a dozen systems in two days on a f*cking hunch.

Hiro Storm wanted her to find the Masakis, however many of them were alive, and deliver a coded package. Trouble was that the Fleet Admiral had no idea where to start looking, except for a hunch. Where he got the hunch, Ricka had no idea. Storm gave her coordinates for a dozen systems, and told her to go through them all until she found Daniel Masaki.

"Zero-Black-Twelve, you are cleared for translation," the words flashed at the bottom of her vision.

"Alright," Rivka sighed, brought influence fields online, narrowly dodging the slow transport craft ahead of her.

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

OOC: @Coreworlds/Doomingsland: up to you whether or not she finds Daniel, the PredAlien, or what. The actual 'hunch' came by way of Ash, who spent two days picking through the Net to find the general location of Daniel. Yes, this is the way I got out of the debacle of Chronosia and killing Alicia. Alicia -does- die. IC-ly, you do not know who Rivka is, and neither does Rivka.

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In hyperspace, a place where the Sith Lords know not

Having narrowly escaped the Sith at a mining planet, a great reunion with my entire family aboard the Sovereign has occured.

I sighed, laying on my bed in my personal suite room. We had the funeral for my father a couple of hours ago, and it wasn't a happy scene, I can tell you that. As I look in the mirror on the door, I could remember my grandfather sometimes telling me how much I look like his father, Tenchi Masaki, right down to the bushy rat-tail that now is a part of me.

"Hey, Danny." Fiona walked in. "How are you doing?"

"Fine, sis. I just feel so...alone, you know? Like I have this big weight on my shoulders and I don't know if I could live up to Dad's legacy."

Fiona nodded. "I understand. You have a lot to live up to, not to mention we have a Rebellion to run. Well, you have the ceremony coming up soon."

The Knighting Ceremony...Master Elendil has said that facing Palpatine and his crony Vader no less than three times, and conquering the darkness within me when the third time was the charm was my Trials, enough to prove me worthy of the title of Jedi Knight. But sometimes I just couldn't help feeling much like a Padawan again, still learning anew, too big for the formal robes of a Knight. I smiled. I guess it was a feeling that every Jedi goes through during their transition to Knighthood, and I'm no exception. I nodded to my mirror image as I got up out of the bed. "I'm ready."

"Good, Big Brother. I'll be waiting!" My younger sister said, heading out.

I thought of my plan to head to the last bastion of Core territory that I know about. It should work. With their resources at out disposal, we could strike back at the Sith. It'd also be a deathtrap for the Death Star, as it's near Hell's Gate, the black hole cluster much like the Maw elsewhere. 'course, a fleet could still attack, but then, we'd be ready for them in any case.

I headed out of my room, passing Rocky who twittered a greeting. "Hey Rocky. You doing ok?" Whistle of affirmation. "Good. It's time to go now." Beep of acknowledgement.

The Great Hall aboard the Sovereign battleship was once used to recieve guests of honor, like my father's counterparts during state dinners aboard the ship. It was an exact replica of the one on Yavin IV, used long ago by the original Rebellion, but now, it's the location of the High Council meetings, now chaired by my mother. There were several other Jedi being knighted, all members of the Academy where I grew up, all friends who suffered with me.

Here is where Rocky rolled off to his place next to Threepio and my sister, in the Great Hall.

As the three of us, Eamonn, Odcal and I approached the entrance, I was surprised at the number of people standing on either side of the aisle. Pilots, crewmen, officers and the Admirals. I smiled. Mom really knows how to throw a ceremony...

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As the fanfare began (Throne Room music (http://www.moviethemes.org/midis/midisa-f/ceremony.mid)), we began walking down the aisle, and the men and women of the armed forces began saluting for me. I felt...amazing, like they really trusted me in every way to do what I needed to do. Now I know why my father loved this part whenever he returned home from a successful mission, or just from a state summit. It's time that I carved my own path in this whole galactic scene, a branch off the path my father has always wanted me to walk.

At the end of the aisle, I saw my grandfather Alex Masaki, my uncle Chris Masaki, my Master Kartion, my mother Jennifer Masaki, and the Council Members: Master Elendil, Master Soloran, and Master Rydo. My 11-year-old twin brothers were in the front row, along with my sister, who gave me a thumbs-up that I returned.

We walked up the steps amidst the holocameras catching our images for the Rebel underground papers that sprang up as soon as the Sith began the oppressions. I breathed in, then out, calming my nervousness and just letting it go...

Eamonn was nervous as he walked up the steps with Daniel and Odcal. He could see his mother watching him, she was smiling and he was sure that she was trying not to cry. After his fathers death this was at last something happy for the Jarlath family. Prince Kurt was there too, he gave him the thumbs up, as were several members of the princes rebel group. This was now becoming the happiest moment of his life. It was nothing like any of the royal engagements he’d previously attended back before the fall of the Draconian family, back when his father Lord Jarlath was still alive. He knew his father would have been proud of him.

Aboard the PredAlien's ship

BEEP BEEP BEEP

He looked at his screen, and found he was drawing close to Masaki's position. It was time for vengeance. He stepped into the ship board armory, and into a closet-sized slit. Suddenly, his armor extended around him, shielding him in sleek-black armor, with built in cloaking mechanisms. He wouldn't need it, with jedi crawling all over the place. Finnaly, he slapped on his mask, and charged his shoulder cannon. He was ready to deal some damage to his most hated enemy.

He headed to the pod room, and grabbed his lightsaber off of the wall, and stepped into one of the pods. He felt his ship drop out of warp, and heard the cloak activate. Finnaly, he jolted as the pod shot out into space, and entered warp, its cloak online, heading for the enemy fleet...

As we stopped in front of the Jedi Masters, Master Elendil began to speak.

"Today, we are all gathered here to honor the young Jedi who have seen much in their young lives. They entered the war against the Sith as youths, willing to stand against the Dark Lords and to lay their lives for the weak and innocent if necessary. Forged by the fires of war, these three Jedi have shown that they consistently go above and beyond the call of duty to preserve the peace, and to fight the evil wherever it goes. Thus, they have truely earned the title of Jedi Knight."

"Eamonn Jarlath!"

Eamonn stepped forward, and Master Soloran and Master Elendil wrapped the formal Jedi robes around him.

"Young Jarlath, you have seen tragedy and triumph, victory and defeat. You stand by your friends without fail, and you waver not when faced with terrible odds. Never forget that we are always here for you, no matter what." Master Elendil said, and pulled out his hilt and tapped Eamonn's shoulder. "With the power of the Force bestowed within me, I knight thee, Eamonn Jarlath, Knight of the Jedi Order!"

As soon as the applause subsided, The Masters went through a few other Jedi before going to Odcal Qoda.

"Odcal Qoda!" Master Elendil called. The sandy-haired young man stepped forth.

"Odcal, you have gone through many trials and tribulations while training as Master David Miles' apprentice." Master Soloran said. "Though there is still much to learn, know that you'll never be alone in the path you walk. Wherever you go, seek always the Light of the Force. With the power of the Force bestowed within me, I knight thee, Odcal Qoda, Knight of the Jedi Order!"

Master Soloran robed the young Knight, and more applause came along. After two more apprentices were knighted, it was time.

"Daniel Masaki!" Master Elendil called. Alex Masaki has my formal robe as I stepped forth.

"Daniel, of all the Jedi here, it is you who has suffered the most. You bear the scars that evil has given you and the burdens of the family heritage that you have been born into." My grandfather spoke, strong and rich his voice does ring. "Though your father is not among us, know that he is proud of having a son like you, and he would have no other. Daniel Masaki, you are the bane of the Sith, the scourge of those who do evil for evil's sake. You are the one on whom all our hopes rest on, but know that we'll always be with you whereever you go. You are the light that shines against the darkness, the flame that will never stop burning the path for the rest of us to follow. Let the Force guide you in the future, and let its power fill you always. It is with great pleasure that I, Alexander Jacen Masaki, do hereby knight thee, Daniel Masaki, Knight of the Jedi Order!" My grandfather had a tear in his eye as he robed me with the formal robes of the Jedi, along with my mom.

Master Elendil then drew all of us Jedi into a great circle. "Draw your lightsabers, for the first time as Jedi Knights!"

A great hissing sound emanated as we all drew our lightsabers, and the ends joined together in one bright point as we saluted together.

"Repeat the Jedi Code with me!"

"There is no emotion, there is peace
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge
There is no passion, there is serenity
There is no death, there is the Force!"

The room exploded with applause after that was done. We were Jedi Knights of the Order!

Finnaly, he was able to pick up the rebel fleet on sensors, and forwarded the intell to the Galactic Senate, were a massive fleet would be mustered to deal the crushing blow to the rebellion. As the small pod came up next to the vessel Daniel was aboard, he concentrated on making contact, an extremely difficult task in hyperspace. Finnaly, the pod connected with a small cargo area, and latched on, taking advantage of the Soveriegn's dampening field to prevent from being flung into the abbys of space. The pod began to drill a small hole in the cargo hold, one that would be nearly impossible for sensors to pick up in hyperspace...

OOC: Odcal was David's apprentice. Remember?

IC: David Miles, his wife, and two daughters were at the back of the room watching. David was so proud of three of his best students. He tried to think of a simple gift for each before the ceremony. He finally came up with one at the spur of the moment. Ten minutes before the ceremony he had disassembled his backup lightsaber and takenn three of the power crystals out. Each one was a deep emerald color and was especially good at absorbing and deflecting electrical attacks. When the ceremony ended, David presented the three with their new crystals.

"Now Knights, I have decided to give each of you a power crystal as your Knighthood gift. Each was a present from the Queen of Crystal Ireland, a good friend. I want you to use these well andtreat them with care. They should help you with our continuing fight against the Sith."

OOC: Oh sorry. *feels exceedingly sheepish* Gonna change it. Oh, and Doomingsland, I would like for you to just follow the ships or at least flee when too many Jedi get on your ass. I got a location for the main battle picked out already.

OOC:It'd better be a ground battle!

OOC: Oh, you betcha there's gonna be ground combat! You're gonna face the one force that's going to be exceedingly hard to defeat, I hope.

IC:
"Thank you, Master Miles." I said, after being given the emerald gem. I could feel it's power, and decided that I would use it to build another lightsaber. My second one.

Meanwhile, Alex Masaki and Master Elendil picked up something through the Force. Something wicked this way comes...

A small patrol of soldiers were patrolling the cargo hold, not thinking that anyone could be there. Of course, there's occasionally a stowaway animal from one of the padawans' cages, but otherwise, there should be nothing here.

"You are quite welcome Knight Masaki. Would you three like to go and get some Bantha Burgers?"

"Sure..." There's something in the Force...something not quite right. "Uh, let's make it quick, there's something funny going on here, but I can't tell what it is."

"Yeah, I'm starving." Odcal said.

"Thank you, Master Miles," Eamonn said with a smile. "Sounds good to me."

OOC: Yay! Ground Battle! I get to use the shiny new ST ground technology that I have full rights to as a member of the Empire! Or I get to simply test out my Siege Fleet. Anyways.....on with the show.....

"...deviltry...." someone muttered behind the young woman.

"....fine piece of....."

".....bah..."

Perhaps young woman was not the best description for an eighteen-year-old Weyrean with pouinted ears and short, sun-gold hair, who was currently shoveling large amounts of black carbon into a hatch in the side of her E-Wing. The Astro-Zero was, for all purposes, an E-Wing with Weyrean systems. The hyperdrive had been replaced with a transDrive. The power core was a PlanetFire fusactor and firien cell array. The droid pit was replaced by an automated blaster turret.

Rivka turned, considered the speaker for a moment. "Leave, and you will find no trouble from me," she said after a moment, projecting as much confidence and reason as she could. She wouldn't stand much of a chance against these four in a fight. The man blinked. His companions stared. One by one they shrugged, left. She wiped her brow with a damp coverall sleeve, grabbed the shovel once more.

"Yes, I f**k1ng know I got two minutes," she muttered as the carry droid bleeped angrily. "What?"

Her comm buzzed. She keyed into that system. "Get your ass to the following coordinates. NOW."

Uncle Ash? the message was automated, she realized after a moment. F**k1ng Idiot...

The fusactor was at sixty percent -- enough for a few days. "Tell your master I bought too much," Rivka stated. The droid bleeped, left behind a fine trail of dark soot that covered the girl's gray coverall and goggles. She spat, climbed into the cockpit, muttering.

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

"Whoa," was the first thing that came to Rivka's mind as she reverted to normSpace........OOC: Should I continue?

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OOC: The following takes place whenever whomever the signal is sent to decides to tell the Empire where to go. My ships won't translate, but they will get ready as soon as the message comes. Until that happens.....
Outer Paradigm System, Ocean Base

"Assemble the Expeditionary Corps. We 're moving out," Fleet Admiral Hiro Storm strode into the bridge of his flagship.

"Now?" the XO asked.

"No, on New Year's Eve. Of course now," Storm sighed. At times his subordinates could be complete idiots. "We go in first, with whatever forces are ready, then the followups come in the transports."

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OOC: Ditto.
Couroscant System. Weyrean Remote Fleet

"Prepare for immediate translation," the comms beeped. Weyr had donated a Stryker-Hive fleet to the Empire, and now it would be used to help crush the rebellion. Admiral Masahiro Fuchido commanded an impressive force, which included several Star Destroyers laden with forces ready for invasion or defense. The Empire had only to say when, and he would go.

Swish, thump thump, thump thump...

The heat signatures of the unwary gaurds shined bright through the PredAliens heat vision. They walked about clumsily, chatting with one another, unknowingly walking to their death. Traps had been layed all throughout the cargo hold. The rear man was the first to succumb...

He walked forward, thinking nothing was wrong, but was jerked upward from the neck; he had tripped an invisible wire noose. Has blaster clanged to the ground, and the men looked back, terrified. Stories of insanses such as this had been circulating around...

OOC:I doubt any ground force could withstand me for long :)

"All right then. Let's go back to my home. The coals are already warm. Jenna, Mlasha, are your boyfriends coming?" David asked.

"Yes, they are." both replied at the same time.

"Ok, eight people...eight pounds of meat....simple enough." David, his wife, daughters, their boyfriends, and the three new knights went back to the large rooms that were David's.

"Oh yeah, guys, don't worry. Nobody's gonna be stupid enough to attack a demolitions teacher."

OOC: We'll see. We'll see.

IC:
"There is death on the ship." Master Elendil said to Alex.

"I felt it too. Someone is here. I'm going to order a reversion." Alex said. "Alert the Knights and get the apprentices off the ship asap. Do it quietly."

"Right." The Jedi Master headed to the makeshift apprentice-dorms to have them get off as soon as possible, while Alex headed to the bridge to order a reversion to realspace.

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"Something is really not right." I said, almost whispering. "I could sense it."

The engines soon seemed to whine down, and the fleet reverted not far from where we needed to go, in a blue-giant system.

"Hmm. We've reverted to realspace." Odcal said.

"There is something about to happen," Eamonn agreed, looking slightly worried. "I don't like this at all."

The rest of the gaurds were silently killed off via wrist blade, and recloaked. He then proceeded into the ventalation system, and continued to hunt for Daniel...

"You're right. Something's wrong, I can sense danger lurking." Master Miles said, "Honey take Mlasha, Jenna, and their boyfriends and get to shuttles. Boys, I'm counting on you to protect my family. Don't fail me." David said, his fear not showing.

"Ok. Daniel, Eammon, Odcal...grab your sabers and sense for something you can't see. If it don't feel right do a Force Push. Stick together, we're much stronger that way." David said, his command voice showing.

Emperor Masaki, Master Elindel. Something's wrong. The triumphant trio is with me. We're sweeping the ships. I have a feeling that it isn't human and you can't see it. What do you think?

Got it. We're evacuating the younger students now. Master Elendil replied. If it isn't human, then we're in trouble. Be very careful.

Sure enough, the younger students were being carted off in shuttles to the Chimaera until further notice. It'll get a bit crowded in that ship, but a little discomfort never hurt when lives are in danger.

Fiona's duty right now is to protect Taylor and Jacob and the other younglings even though she wanted to help hunt down the intruder. They and their mother boarded a shuttle and flew out of the primary hangar. Meanwhile, a silent alert went down to the troops aboard the Sovereign to watch out for an intruder. Squads will be accompained by a Knight or Master in case the intruder is cloaked.

Meanwhile, I had my lightsaber at the ready as I stuck with the others like glue. I can't help but feel something...familiar about the presence that I just felt...

OOC:Post coming later (could be in a few hours, or tommorow)

David flinched to his left, doing a Force push. A Predator uncloaked and hit the wall. David did a destroy droid, exploding the thing almost instantly.

Uh, guys, we have trouble on Deck C, corridor S3. Looks like a cloaking hunter droid.

Eamonn readied himself for anything, he held his lightsaber up and sensed for the presence. He could feel it lurking somewhere but he wasn't sure where. "I can definitely feel something," he said.

A young officer looked at the communication console with some intense concentration, after a small minute or so he lifted his head, his eyes wide with enthusiasm “Admrial its finally here, we have the coordinates and projected course. We finally have them Admiral, the rebellion will be crushed and we will have them.”

Thrawn looked around, his red eyes glowing with the same unsettling stare that would upset even the mightiest Targa dog. “I assume Lieutenant Davies that you have the course and coordinates for the mainstay of the rebel fleet?” Thrawn said with a slight hint of sarcasm. It was always rather unsettling when the grand admiral changed his tone Malin thought, Thrawn only ever done it when he wanted to inspire hope of fear in his men.

Thrawn stood up from his command chair lowering the data pads he previously held. “Very well then. I want all civilian communication throughout the entire Empire postponed, shut down power to every transmitter, even the ones on Curoscant. In bound civilian traffic into the home system is now banned until further notice. I want the fleet gathered here and we will strike within the next fifty hours or so, the Doomingsland agent will have to remain covert until then.”

“Admiral?” Malin suddenly stepped up. “Won’t the rebellion expect an attack upon their home territory if we shut down all communications?”

“That is indeed a slight possibility however they have no reason to. They will however believe it to be another attempt to shut down the illegal border transmissions that they keep dispatching into our space, we have done the same twice before they will simply believe this to be another attempt.”

“Very well Admiral I will see that these orders are immediately acted upon.”

“But first captain, how is operation Thor coming along, I assume the first batch are almost complete?”

“We have two hundred already cloaked Admiral and a further five hundred currently undergoing service by the technicians, we will be able to utilise perhaps 50% of the operation in time if the rebel world has an active energy shield.”

“Good work captain” Thrawn said slightly twisting in his chair.

Meanwhile on the planet of Konoha, hidden in the skies...
A blond-haired youngish man jogged through the forests of Konohagekure City with the practiced ease of a powerful and deadly martial artist. He is Naruto Uzumaki, Shinobi of the great planet of Konoha and surrounding colonies.

"Mmm. The air is fine, but the clouds are starting to roll in." He said, even though it's nice and sunny. He stopped jogging and sat down on a log. Though shinobi use a different energy from the Force called chakra, their senses often are as heightened as any Jedi would be. Chakra isn't suspectible to Force dampeners or inhibitors, but it does have it's own weaknesses, namely the shinobi's stamina. Too much chakra usage would weaken and collapse a ninja, so he or she would have to watch out that he/she doesn't use so much that he/she can't escape.

Naruto watched the trees for a rival and friend, one and the same. "Hey, Sasuke!"

"Hn." In a cloud of smoke, the raven-haired man *teleported or high speed, never really could tell* appeared behind his friend. "You feel it too, eh?"

"Yeah, sure did." Naruto said, brushing dust off his orange jumpsuit (2 piece). "What about Yusuke and the others?"

"Them, too." Sasuke said. He wears a navy-blue shirt and off-white shorts. Both ninja have straps on their legs and body that hold an assortment of deadly weapons, from kunai (knives) to shuriken (throwing stars) to poison and other deadly implements. Naruto is unique because he's one of the few shinobi who choose to wield lightsabers like Jedi do. Orange is it's blade color.

Yusuke is a Spirit Detective, meaning that he hunts down and apprehends (usually ends up killing) marauding demons in the galaxy for a living, though he does act as a special forces soldier (punch-packer). His Spirit Gun technique can pierce most armor and blow deep holes in duracrete. His Shotgun is a bunch of Spirit Gun Bullets. Basically, he's a living gun. His collegues Hiei and Kurama are demons, and their sword and Rose Whip can cut through stormtrooper armor very well. Hiei's so fast, he can make 16 strokes in less than 5 seconds. Dangerous foes, the Sith will face.

"Daniel contacted me a few days ago." Naruto said. "He wanted to talk to me as soon as he got here, but I fear that he's being delayed."

"Hmm. I suggest it's time we make sure everyone is ready. Our cloaks may be pierced by the Sith, but they'll still have trouble will our illusion spells. Well, Vader probably wouldn't, but anyone lower will."

"Yeah. Sasuke, prepare the shinobi with Kakashi and make sure Hinata and the kids are able to get to safety." He ordered quietly.

"Same with Sakura and my sons, but you know as well as I do that they will fight to the end if necessary."

"Yes. I just hope it won't come to that." Naruto sighed. "Running a war is never easy. Sometimes I understand how my father and the 3rd Hokage felt when they faced Kyuubi." He looked at the seal on his stomach.

"I know, Naruto, I know." Sasuke disappeared quickly, leaving Naruto to plan out defenses in space and on the ground.

Jennai System, Sul-en-Mer Guard training outpost"

Permacrete shuddered beneath the boots of a hundred thousand High Guard soldiers. The stepps of hundreds of AT-TE and SPC-T walkers made starcraft hulls tremble. That half of the Expeditionary Corps not on leave was being loaded onto massive transport craft, for transport to Coruscant, and from there into battle. Star Guard craft hovered in orbit, hulls aglow from ion shields.

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Outer Paradigm System, Ocean Base

"Influence fields online," the chief drive engineer stated.

"Initiate fleet translation sequence," Storm commanded.

"Initiated..." the XO responded from his console.

The first line of the Siege Fleet activated its drives. It would take several hours for the entire fleet to translate to Couruscant. Phased translation was safer than en-masse transport. This was not the entire Siege Fleet, but it was a sizeable chunk of it, along with a nearly-complete Hive fleet.

Good luck, Storm thought, as his own vessel entered tranSpace, and the universe unfolded for a moment that took an eternity......

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Gravitational pull of object exceeds thrust limits.

Damn you... the girl cursed, gloved hands flying across the controls. The blue giant's radiation was rapidly frying the Astro-Zero's electronics. "Set fusactor limit to one-twenty." The bloated star's gravity well skewered her reversion vectors. A few thousand more kilometers and she would have been cooked. The repulsolift was the only thing keeping her from coming any closer.

Fusactor meltdown predicted in seven minutes, the computer flashed.

"Initiate Firien dump in ten," she wasn't commanding the computer, just speaking aloud. The countdown counter flashed up.

Engine one critical.

"Influence field on mark......" the firien dump counter dropped. Rivka did not trust the cooking onboard computer systems. With engines critical, this was her only chance. "Mark!"

Influence fields were meant to accelerate a craft into tranSpace. The forces associated with simply flicking them off were too high for even a Storm-class dreadnaught to take safely. A small parasite was less susceptible to inertial stresses, but that did not mean it was immune to them.

The small fighter seemed to literally go from zero to c in a split second, shooting away from the blue giant. Skeletal frames groaned, shields flickered, deep inside the craft shield generators buckled. Rivka flickered the influence field off. Something snapped. Spidery fractures laced the cockpit's stressglass. "Awww...shit...." Cold vacuum needles prickled her exposed face. She wondered what twist of fate made her not wear a combat suit into a combat situation. This was not proving to be a good day.....

Aboard the Strike Cruiser Hatake...

"Sir, I'm getting energy readings near the blue giant star. Fighter-sized."

"All right. Dispatch a couple fighters to see--"

"Sir, the fighter is coming in, fast! We might be able to catch it with our tractors."

"Vector the cruiser towards the fighter! Prepare the tractor beams!"

Engines lit as the cruiser maneuvered towards the fighter zooming in. As it got close enough, the tractor computers were just fast enough to get locks, and began to slow it down with the tractor beams.

The canopy creaked, blew out in a hail of shrapnel. She slammed the evac switch, heard it crackle as the last bit of atmosphere vented. Blood boiled, mites grabbed escaping oxygen molecules, speeding asphyxiation in their mindless attempts to help. Whatever happened next, Rivka wasn't around to find out.

"Get that pilot inside, now!" The commander yelled as the viewscreen showed her canopy cracking and breaking.

Tractor beams pulled the unconsious pilot inside the hangar bay. Medics were on alert to get the pilot to sickbay to treat for exposure, axphyria, and the bends. With the repressurization and bacta-dunking working on the pilot's body, she is sure to revive soon.

Ouch.....

Eyes opened, saw blurry red, the outlines of what might have been a medical room. She was in...something red, thick, and fluid. It was actually a bacta tank, but the young woman did not know that. Aside from feeling like someone had run a mech over her, and having a large tube shoved down her throat....Well, it was probably better than the alternative.

Some time later, she was healed enough that she could be taken out of the bacta tank, and was placed on a hospital bed with IVs running into her to keep fluids and nutrients in her.

Swiiish, thump thump thump thump

The PredAlien sat on the cieling of one of the halls as a lone jedi and six guards ran by. The PredAlien used the force to hide his presence, and cloud the mind to the jedi. Suddenly, his presence became known as he flew from the cieling, and lopped the jedi's head off with a single swoop of his lightsaber, and moved on to hack the gaurds to pieces.

Probably an apprentice, he thought to himself as he recloaked, and headed back down the corridor.

TAG

And Weyr, TG on the way.

"Ugh." I felt the death of someone strong in the Force. "We have a very dangerous opponent on board..."

Eamonn nodded. "This will test us," he said.

"Ok, E, Odcal, Masaki...remember your training. Watch each others backs. I have used the Force's ability to hide myself, so I know its flaws. I'll tell you where to shoot or dodge. Understand. They're probably after royal blood......Masaki, stay close."

My blood froze slightly as I continued to stay close to the others. My family is likely to be in great danger from this foe. Grandfather and Uncle Chris might be able to take this villain, but without Dad, I'm not so sure we could do it. I have a feeling that this one was that Sith we faced on Vortex once before. The PredAlien guy.

The time of consciousness was brief....

She found herself lying on a hospital bed. She stared at the overhead, or ceiling, depending on whether she was on a ship or not. She was pretty sure it was a ship. There was something she had to do.....she moved. A sharp something made her glance down. IV line? Definetely not Weyrean.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/Weyr/rikku3.gif

OOC:Is the Weryan pilot aboard the ship with the PredAlien? Because I can mount a rescue, and at least acomplish something.

IC:

The PredAlien was no where near Masaki and his cohort. In fact, he was headed the other way, toward the hyperspace core. He intended to make the ship go nova, and hopefully the Masakis and rebel fleet with it. However, he still wished to face Masaki man-to-man in open combat...

OOC: Hi, Rikku! :D

IC:
Strike Cruiser Hatake...

"Hello." The doctor said to the pilot. "You're awake, I see. Do you have a name, miss?"

----

Sovereign

I reached out into the Force, trying to track the foe. He was elusive, but I managed to lock onto him.

"Guys. He's heading aft." I said, then commed my grandfather with the same thing.

"Thank you, Daniel." Alex said. "We'll try to overtake him. Head aft, but try not to engage him until we're there."

"Right." I closed down the comlink, and spoke with the others. "We got to get him before he gets to a vulnerable place. It's likely he'll try to reach for the core. We must act quickly."

I darted ahead with Odcal, making sure the others can keep up with us.

----

Meanwhile the Jedi Masters also headed for the vague location of the PredAlien, heading through the corridors with bursts of Force Speed, and the marines were not far behind.

Admiral Rommel ordered the fleet to head to Konoha without them, amid protests from the commanders. The planet decloaked long enough for the Rebel fleet to find it, and soon, most of the Star Destroyers and other ships jumped to hyperspace. In the meantime, a small droid began to roll from Daniel's room to the bridge after a recharge...

Just in case the Sovereign blew, a small contiguent stayed around the ship. Their job would be to destroy any remaining pieces and find survivors, however unlikely that chance would be.

"Right," Eamonn said, running to keep up with Daniel. He sensed ahead incase of danger.

OOC:
@Coreworlds: ^-^ You can see the family resemblance between her and Alicia (Tifa).

@Doomingsland: She's on a cruiser a few thousand kilometers from the ISD the masakis are on. Anyways...she really cannot be traced back to Weyrean military or gov't organizations. For all purposes, she's just a dinky Weyrean pilot who popped out of tranSpace too close to a star. That's assuming some Coreworldian hasn't gotten the *cough* datacube. Then again, like all good Weyreans it took her all of five minutes to hack it and dl the data into her system. Now, out of sheer boredom......

"Oko? Na...." she blinked, sat up slowly, sharp eyes watching the doctor-person. Until she knew where she was... "L'Nomo eta Kay Armstrongu li Weyrika, nos dokoro...." she paused. She had something....a datacube!...for some kid called Daniel Masaki. "j'Omo datacube sina Daniel Masaki. Oko....ina l'eto?"

Translated literally: "I have a datacube for/about/to/of/belonging to Daniel Masaki. Where [expletive] am I?" As vague as possible without being comical. Besides, what were the chances of this doctor knowing the Desret Common Weyrik dialect?

The doctor obviously didn't know the language, but got the words 'datacube' and 'Daniel Masaki'. She called for a translator droid, a C-#PO model with silver plating.

"Can you repeat what you just said?" The doctor asked, holding the cube which was found on her. The droid translated it for her, in a Terran-British accent.

Damned droids, Rivka thought. She -still- had no idea where she was, and that damn datacube....

"Kay Armstrong of Weyr. That's what the old geezer [expletive] gave me," 'Kay' responded, in Weyrik. "[Expletive] didn't say anything about any [expletive] uncharted stars, just said to find a [expletive] Masaki, Daniel Masaki. So where the [expletive] am I, and why the [expletive] am I lying on an operating table?"

"Oh, my. So many swear words." The droid said prissily, and translated the not so dirty words.

"You are on the Hatake, ma'am, and you're recovering from exposure to the vacuum of space. Your fighter, I'm sorry to say, was totaled. You're lucky to survive." The commander of the ship, who was sitting on a chair replied, and the droid translated. "As for giving the datacube to young Commander Masaki, we just left the Sovereign because of an intruder on board the ship. A very dangerous intruder. I will, however, give this datacube to Councilor Jennifer Masaki, his mother. She is the leader of the Rebellion."

I'll give you [expletive] swear words, Kay thought silently as the droid translated. Her eyes widened visibly at the captain's words. Rebel? Dammit, what the f**ck have you gotten me into......

((Weyrik))"This is a [expletive] Rebellion ship?" she asked incredulously, after a moment.

A thin smile appeared on the commander. "Of course it is. Who you think the Commander worked for, the Sith? You're Weyrean, right? And stop cursing, it's unbecoming a lady such as you."

((Weyrik))"Ser, Do I look like a [expletive] lady?"[/i] 'Kay' shoots back.

The commander glanced at the pilot's chest. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mister, you have breasts a size too large, plus you sound like a woman." He dripped with sarcasm. "Now, do you have a name, or should I give you one, young lady? I think Sarah is nice, don't you? Reminds me of my little girl."

And f**ck you too, 'Kay' wanted to respond. She didn't, despite catching the commander's wandering eyes. Human pigs.....What're you, some [expletive] kid?

((Weyrik))"Kay Armstrong, as I told your [expletive] droid," she decided to shift the conversation, making a conscious effort to restrain a natural inclination. "The access codes for the cube were on my ship. Dunno how good your [expletive] hackers are."

"They'll have no trouble breaking out the codes, Ms. Armstrong." The commander said, trying not to give in to the impulse of throwing her out the nearest airlock. "You can be sure of that."

((Weyrik))"Then I'll...na..." there was the snag -- she no longer had a vessel on which to leave. "My commission's to wait until Daniel Masaki gets the cube, or whatever sh1t's on it." There was no commission, but that didn't matter. She got to leech off total strangers, who were Rebels, no less, for delivering a datacube and totaling a new E-Wing.

"Very well." The commander said. "If you really want to take the cube to Daniel Masaki, we can take you to the Sovereign. But be warned, because the intruder is rumored to be very, very dangerous."

When the men arrived at the engine room, they'd find it to be pitch black. Unbeknownst to them, the PredAlien had stayed one step ahead. If they could get lights on, they'd find several skinned corpses hanging from the cieling, and blood splattered all over the walls, but no sign of their foe, who had injected specialized self-replicating nanites into the engine for later use. The computer systems were fried, so detecting them would be impossible...

David took Odcal, Masaki, and Eammon to the Engine compartment.

"Use the Force to guide you......"
So much death and destruction, we are near David thought.
"Ok, duck!" David screamed as he shot out electricity, destroying a number of nanites. "We have a little bug problem here. I'll release some of my nanites to kill them." David then went to slash his leg, letting nanites flow out. These were his anti-nanites which kept his bloodstream pure. Their new mission was to destroy or convert enemy nantes to their purpose.

((Weyrik))"Whatever," 'Kay' shrugged, "whenever you feel it's [expletive] safe for you."

When the men arrived at the engine room, they'd find it to be pitch black. Unbeknownst to them, the PredAlien had stayed one step ahead. If they could get lights on, they'd find several skinned corpses hanging from the cieling, and blood splattered all over the walls, but no sign of their foe, who had injected specialized self-replicating nanites into the engine for later use. The computer systems were fried, so detecting them would be impossible...
Unfortunately, the computers on the bridge were alert to the threat. "Warning! Unauthorized intrusion in hypermatter core! Attempting to shut down to prevent further damage!"

"Hmm. So the intruder managed to reach the core..." Admiral Swenson, commander of the Battleship when Grand Admiral Rommel is not on board, said. Emergency lighting came online as the reactor shut itself down before the nanites could do damage, and initated powerful self-cleaning protocols. "Alert all search teams to converge on the reactor core. We cannot let the thing escape."

"Yes, sir."

"I hope you know what your doing, Masakis..." The admiral whispered.

---

Grandfather Alex and Uncle Chris have just about reached the core of the ship, and they felt the presence of the intruder. Their lightsabers are ready...

---

I ducked as Master Miles blasted at some unseen microscopic objects. Nanites!

"Where should I fire, Master Miles?" I asked, my hands crackling with energy as well.

----

The Hatake turned around and jumped to hyperspace back to the Sovereign with several other ships.

"Nanites, just had to be nanites," Eamonn muttered. He ducked just as Daniel did.

While the men were distracted by the nanites, the PredAlien had managed to slip out through a ventalation shaft, and came out near the bridge. Before exiting, he planted an explosive device near the shaft. The PredAlien's pod had also hacked into the Sovereign's sensor memorie bank, and got the location of the rebel planet, which was then transmitted to all Imperial vessels.

Upon recieving the data, a fleet of Dooman ships headed for the planet at maximum warp, along with a large land force.

OOC:OK, so now we can go ahead and have that big battle.

OOC: Actually, the planet isn't in any of the databanks. It's only by virtue of Daniel that it was known at all.

OOC:Errr, what? I think they'd have it in the memory banks with all of the ships setting course for it, and I could find it that way, too. C'mon, let's just get on to the ground battle!

OOC: lol, you would have found it anyway. Just a few hours longer than now.

IC:
The rest of the Fleet, all several hundred ships, reverted to realspace at Konoha. That was the signal for the Hokage to finish preparations for the coming conflict. The battleships Light Side and Eclipse were planted in strategic spots to not only attack with their superlasers if needed, but also to power up their gravity wells when the time comes.

Councilor Masaki also began to contact the other members of the Alliance via secure channels and other means of communication. She feels that now would be a time to turn the tables on the Empire...

----

"There." Alex said, as he ignited his blood-red lightsaber. "Take the left, Chris. I sense him."

"All right." A cool blue blade sparked to life. "Agent of the Sith! Surrender now, or prepare to die!"

---

"Huh?" I feel a disturbance in the Force. My grandpa and uncle are about to fight someone! "It's the intruder. C'mon, guys!"

I headed for the disturbance, Odcal close behind me.

OOC:OK, just say when I'd be able to detect it, but the fleet's on stand by anyways.

IC:

Little did the jedi who had called out know, the PredAlien was right behind him. He had silently crept up, and the humming of his red lightsaber could be heard.

Foolish Jedi. You know not of whom you fight.

Then, the duel started. The PredAlien went swinging away at the Jedi, cloaking and decloaking to confuse him, and spitting acid into his face to get him offguard. He also used the force to fill his mind with the thoughts of pain and suffering felt constantly by the PredAlien...

The mental attacks were handled by Grandpa Alex as the acid were TKed away by Uncle Chris. The two acted as one, being brothers.

Swiftly, Chris blocked the swings and sidestepped to attack at the same time that Alex moved in, his red saber a blur as he used the Force to track the movements of the PredAlien. Alex isn't called a Shadow Jedi Master for nothing...

Eamonn sensed it too and followed Daniel.

The PredAlien, upon the arrival of the second knight, drew a second saber, and began using to force to increase speed tenfold, making his movement a blur to the brothers. He used a form of force lighting to fill the entire room with electricity, and quickly slashed at the stunned brothers.

Alex and Chris absorbed most of the energy, using the electricity to fuel their own speed bursts. Keeping up with the PredAlien, the Jedi Masters blocked the deadly blows and returned their own strikes, trying to find openings to deal with this menace.

----

I was almost at the exit of the reactor core, when I saw something.

"Hold it. There's a booby trap." I pointed towards a spot where the explosive is.

"Yeah, I see it." Odcal said. "Any other way we can get through?"

"I'm not sure...We'd have to double back, and I don't know how long my grandpa and uncle can last against the foe. You know I fought him once?"

"Sir?" A Admiral asked as he stood in the door of the throne room.

Jonas looked at the Admiral. "We have received news from CoreWorlds, they beleive it is the time to turn the tides against the sith..."

-A bunch of fighter pilots could be seen dashing across the hangar, hopping into their ships, taking off into the blackness of space. As they exited the hangar the extent of the fleet was seen, hundreds upon hundreds of Destroyer class ships, as well as Defender class. Also many frigates-

"...We must act, I want majority of our fleet sent to aid them. We will go wherever we are sent, the Jedi have been in hiding all over Techon, they shall be informed of this, do not let anyone but yourself and the Jedi know this. They are to disguise themselves as officers aboard our ships, they are to take secret identities, so no one except themselves will know the are Jedi..."

-Jedi Master Konas was seen in his personal quarters, laying on his bed was a offical Techon Officer uniform, with the name Jason Marder on the patch. He took off his jedi robes, and dawned it on, hiding his lightsaber underneath. The last of his transformation, he untied the braid from his hair, and his dark red/brown hair fell down to his shoulders, he pulled out a blade, and cut it to military style, and then dawned on the cap, he nodded to himself in the mirror and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him-

"...Along with the fleet will be T.T.S, I want a number of men strong enough to threaten even the empire. All soldiers willing shall be assigned to the ships, no one shall be left behind..."

-At a spaceport on the ground, thousands upon thousands of men marched in formations aboard the giant Troop Transportation Ships (T.T.S), some taking off and flying into the air, high above the city, and soon high above the planet-

"...I feel very good about this day. I feel we might just win against the sith, I might be wrong, but I sure do hope not."

-The three Techon Pride ships were in the fleet as well, the Pride, Glory, and Strength, each one fifty km long, with a cannon going down the middle powerful enough to destroy a planet-

"Sir," The admiral asked. "What ship shall I take charge from?"

"The Techon's Glory," The Emperor said, as he stood up. "I myself will command the fleet from the Pride."

It was just another week before the fleet was on its way, a transmission was sent to CoreWorlds.

"This is Techon Pride Fleet," Emperor Jonas said. "We are coming to you, and our allies aid CoreWorlds, tell us where you want us to rendevous."

A courier ship was sent to Techon in reply, arriving in several hours. The ship gave the coordinates to Konoha, and then jumped into hyperspace, rallying to other fleets as well.

The Techon fleet entered hyperspace, heading for Konoha, a total of seven hundred ships total, three hundred Destroyers, and two hundred Defenders, and thee hundred frigates.

The PredAlien became increasingly frustrating, and decided to end the fight. He quickly ran up a wall, spwewinng a nearly solid wall of acid at the brothers, then took his tail, and smashed one of them, then sent a massive burst of dark energy into his body, then cast it at the remaining foe. The energy from the body would be transmitted to his brother on contact.

The brothers blocked the acid, only to have Chris get the tail. The younger Master slammed into a wall, leaving Alex alone to face this dark demon. Chris groaned in pain as the dark energy slammed into him, and he nearly fell unconsious.

Alex called upon the Light and the Dark, a calm eye in a raging storm of anger and redirected the dark energy back at the PredAlien, coupled with a massive dose of Force Lightning.

I was almost at the exit of the reactor core, when I saw something.

"Hold it. There's a booby trap." I pointed towards a spot where the explosive is.

"Yeah, I see it." Odcal said. "Any other way we can get through?"

"I'm not sure...We'd have to double back, and I don't know how long my grandpa and uncle can last against the foe. You know I fought him once?"

"I'm glad y'all saw that." Master Miles said, "Now, let's see if you can disarm it. First, that's the fastest way to get where we need to go. Second, disarming that bomb will save the ship. Third, I taught y'all how to disarm that whole series of explosives in class last semester. Fourth, disarming that bomb is all of your final exams for this year. Do it, and you get a 100. If you should fail, I'll contain the blast within a Force shield. I'll be watching everything so we'll be safe. Don't worry...just harness the Force and let it do the work. No need for tools."

Meanwhile, I was wondering how I'm going to get past the explosive, when I felt my Uncle Chris' pain. I gritted my teeth, calmed myself, and called upon the Force, and began to act upon the explosive, trying to defuse it. I felt the insides, feeling for safe connections to break...

The brothers blocked the acid, only to have Chris get the tail. The younger Master slammed into a wall, leaving Alex alone to face this dark demon. Chris groaned in pain as the dark energy slammed into him, and he nearly fell unconsious.

Alex called upon the Light and the Dark, a calm eye in a raging storm of anger and redirected the dark energy back at the PredAlien, coupled with a massive dose of Force Lightning.
The PredAlien opened wide, and let the energy flow through him. The darkness increased his strength tenfold, and he quickly moved in, swing his tail and lightsabers with enough force to send the man flying. The brother on the ground, on the other hand, would begin to sizzle and burn on the inside as the nanites began to vaporize his brain tissue.

Chris knew he was dying, as the nanites worked on his brain. He drew deeply on the Force, his deepest reserves, to purge the nanites from his system, frying them with it's great power, as his cells filled with the Force's strength.

Alex jumped over the PredAlien, the tail and sabers missing him by inches, and brought his lightsaber down upon the back of his foe.

-----

Meanwhile, I managed to defuse the bomb with the Force, and rushed up the corridor with the others, hoping that the oldest living members of my family are still at it. I could sense massive Force energies, light and dark, being unleashed in the area, and followed the energies, for I knew it would be the PredAlien...

"Very good Masaki. You three get aces for that. Now, let's go help your uncles fight." David replied after taking the bomb in his backpack and putting a Force Shield around it.

Eamonn was glad that the bomb had been defused and they were safe to head on up the corridor, barring any more dangers. He noticed David putting the disarmed bomb in his backpark, no surprise there.

The PredAien had anticipated the move, and quickly side stepped, and place his tail pointing at where the jedi would land. He thrust upward, as to impale his foe, while slashing him with the lightsabers.

When Chris attempted to destroy the nanites, they all went nova, detonating in his head for a quick, painless death.

"NO!" I suddenly shouted, as Uncle Chris became one with the Force. I tightened my grip on my lightsaber, and burst into the dueling room, where Uncle Chris' body disappeared.

Grandpa twisted out of the way, slashing at the tail to cut it off (or at least deflect it), and then blocked the lightsabers in quick succession before landing and backing off. He grimaced when he sensed his brother die, but he couldn't let his anger explode. Not now. Not when his grandson and the other Jedi still need his help.

"That is the last Jedi you will kill today, Sith." Alex growled and prepared for another assault.

Emotions bubbled within me, anger and hatred, grief and sadness at the loss of another valuable family member. Just one shred of sanity kept me from charging the PredAlien Sith Lord...

David held the young Masaki in place, sensing his anger.

"There is no anger or emotion. However, family tends to disrupt this. Don't worry, we'll kill the sucker. I want all four of us to circle around it. Everyone aim to the left of the bot and do a Destroy Droid with your left hand. Aim high with your other hand and where you sense it'll flee. We'll kill it from a distance. Don't worry, my anti-nanites are in place and will destroy the Predator's."

OOC: lol, you would have found it anyway. Just a few hours longer than now.

IC:
The rest of the Fleet, all several hundred ships, reverted to realspace at Konoha. That was the signal for the Hokage to finish preparations for the coming conflict. The battleships Light Side and Eclipse were planted in strategic spots to not only attack with their superlasers if needed, but also to power up their gravity wells when the time comes.

Councilor Masaki also began to contact the other members of the Alliance via secure channels and other means of communication. She feels that now would be a time to turn the tables on the Empire...

In Liberty City, President Server looked over all of the data. As he was looking over the data, his Chief of National Security walked in with the Secretary of State.

"Sir, I know your busy looking over the reconstruction but it appears that our allies CoreWorlds is calling for assistance." Sheridan started without preamble. "They are calling for all available allies to assist them against the empire."

"What do you suggest?" James stated. "We need to rebuild our forces from the Civil War and we're still only at half of Civil War Strength."

"Sir, I've talked to the Defense Secretary. He says we have sufficient Strength to support them. Admiral Server is already near the area. We could order him to make contact with the CoreWorld Forces."

He leaned back into his chair. "We also have our forces being trained for an attempt to retake CoreWorlds eventually anyway. How many forces do we have available?"

"I don't have those numbers yet."

"Fine." He turned to the Secretary of state. "I assume we know the communication freq to reach them?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then tell them that we will be standing by them success or failure."

"Yes sir."

He turned to Sheridan. "Get on the horn to John. Let him know what to expect. SecState, also tell them where to find Admiral Server. I'm sure that the Masakis would like to see him again." He stated with a smile.

"Very well sir."

secured frequency

To: Councilor Masaki
From: President James Server via Secretary of State

Resolve! We will join you in your endeavor to rid the galaxy of evil.
Our forces are at your disposal.
Admiral John Server will be waiting for you at the Coordinates of 'Point Luck'! I'm sure you know of the said location!

Secretary of State Jamison
Corneliu

"All right." My hands crackled with EMP energy, and I awaited the signal. So did Odcal.

OOC: hopefully, this doesn't clash with the storyline too much.
The Hatake turned around and jumped to hyperspace back to the Sovereign with several other ships.

((Weyrik))"So...what happens now?" 'Kay' inquired after the ship commander/captain/person left, leaving her and the doctor-person in the medBay.

Ministry of State, Konoha

"Sire, we have a contact from Corneliu." The Minister of State called up Hokage Naruto. "I recommend we direct the courier ship to this coordinate called 'Point Luck'."

"Very well. Do it." Naruto ordered.

---

Jennifer Masaki aboard the Royal Shuttle courier ship recieved the coordinates from Konoha, and changed course towards 'Point Luck'. She did feel Uncle Chris' passing, but she knew somehow, that Alex and Daniel will survive the Sith who did it.

Fiona and the twins slept away and their mother smiled. If only we could sleep away our own fears...

The PredAlien prepared for the final blow. He fired dark energy from his hands and eyes into his foe, swung at him with his tail, and, finnaly, fired several rounds from his shoulder cannon, spat acid, and swung at his throat with his sabers.

"All right." My hands crackled with EMP energy, and I awaited the signal. So did Odcal.

Eamonn got himself ready and awaited the signal.

OOC: hopefully, this doesn't clash with the storyline too much.


((Weyrik))"So...what happens now?" 'Kay' inquired after the ship commander/captain/person left, leaving her and the doctor-person in the medBay.
"We wait for the all-clear. The Sovereign is still in trouble until then." The doctor said. "I know, I know, you need to see Daniel Masaki. But not yet. Rumors has it that there is a Predator-Alien hybrid on board, though the Jedi will deal with it soon enough."

((Weyrik))"Can I at least get some [expletive] clothes then?" the girl inquired, not knowing what a predAlien was, and not particularly caring.

At the coordinates, Admiral Server surveys his fleet and smiles. "Looks like our forces are ready to take on the Empire and the Sith" Server said as he looked at his wife and children.

"I don't like this you know John."

"I know sweetie but it has to be done."

"Sir, we have an incoming shuttle. Its signatures match those of a Royal CoreWorldian Shuttle. Curriour Class it looks like."

"Good. It arrived safely. Open a channel." When he received that it was open, he continued, "This is Admiral John Server to CoreWorld Shuttle. Glad you could make it. If you like, you are cleared to dock in our main shuttle bay. A security team will meet you and escort you to the bridge."

The PredAlien prepared for the final blow. He fired dark energy from his hands and eyes into his foe, swung at him with his tail, and, finnaly, fired several rounds from his shoulder cannon, spat acid, and swung at his throat with his sabers.
With his Knights in position, David gave the signal and all four unleashed their energy. David knew something was bound to hit. If any part hit, then it'd draw all the other bolts towards it, finding a ground. All this energy was enough to destroy their droid ten times over, and even enough to kill a Rancor five times over.

The PredAlien prepared for the final blow. He fired dark energy from his hands and eyes into his foe, swung at him with his tail, and, finnaly, fired several rounds from his shoulder cannon, spat acid, and swung at his throat with his sabers.
Alex sent the dark energy outward into walls, creating small craters. He next blocked the tail with his lightsaber, holding it long enough for it it burn through. Then he narrowly dodged the cannon rounds, telekinesed the acid to freeze it in mid-air and sent it back, and finally, ducked the sabers and slashed for the arms of the foe.

---

Odcal and I fired our blasts of energy upon the signal.

OOC: I don't think that's the wisest thing to do right now...

At the coordinates, Admiral Server surveys his fleet and smiles. "Looks like our forces are ready to take on the Empire and the Sith" Server said as he looked at his wife and children.

"I don't like this you know John."

"I know sweetie but it has to be done."

"Sir, we have an incoming shuttle. Its signatures match those of a Royal CoreWorldian Shuttle. Curriour Class it looks like."

"Good. It arrived safely. Open a channel." When he received that it was open, he continued, "This is Admiral John Server to CoreWorld Shuttle. Glad you could make it. If you like, you are cleared to dock in our main shuttle bay. A security team will meet you and escort you to the bridge."
"Thank you, Admiral Server." Jennifer replied, and headed into the main shuttle bay. "Ok, kids. Time to wake up!"

By the time the kids woke up, the shuttle landed in the bay, and Jennifer walked out, Fiona half a step behind her, and the twins behind them.

OOC: I don't think that's the wisest thing to do right now...
Where was I supposed to hit? I got confused there...

"Thank you, Admiral Server." Jennifer replied, and headed into the main shuttle bay. "Ok, kids. Time to wake up!"

By the time the kids woke up, the shuttle landed in the bay, and Jennifer walked out, Fiona half a step behind her, and the twins behind them.

Security escorted her to the bridge and kept the kids together. When they exited onto the bridge, Erica looked up.

"Hello Jennifer." She started. "Its a pleasure to meet you."

At that moment, John was next to them. "Jennifer, how are you and the kids holding up?" He looked up. "If we have the coordinates, set a course at maximum speed."

Security escorted her to the bridge and kept the kids together. When they exited onto the bridge, Erica looked up.

"Hello Jennifer." She started. "Its a pleasure to meet you."

At that moment, John was next to them. "Jennifer, how are you and the kids holding up?" He looked up. "If we have the coordinates, set a course at maximum speed."
"We're fine, Admiral." Taylor grinned.

Jennifer chuckled. "Here are the coordinates you need to go. It is called Konoha, a normally secretive and self-sufficient nation within our space. We must reach it quickly."

"We're fine, Admiral." Taylor grinned.

Jennifer chuckled. "Here are the coordinates you need to go. It is called Konoha, a normally secretive and self-sufficient nation within our space. We must reach it quickly."

Server took the coordinates and handed them to helm. When helm inputted the coordinates, Server gave the engage signal and the fleet leapt towards their destination.

"I'm glad to see that you are all safe. We are very worried though that this may not succeed but we all know it must succeed. I have billots for you and the kids and I can have dinner brought to my dining room if you care to join me and Erica for Dinner."

"Thank you, John." Jennifer said. "What would we do without you...?"

"Thank you, John." Jennifer said. "What would we do without you...?"

"I have no idea and I have no intentions of finding out. How is Daniel doing?

((Weyrik))"Can I at least get some [expletive] clothes then?" the girl inquired, not knowing what a predAlien was, and not particularly caring.
"Here you go." The doctor said, giving her customary women's military tunics, all in khaki like the Earth navies of old.

"I have no idea and I have no intentions of finding out. How is Daniel doing?
Jennifer sighed. "He's just been Knighted, but a Sith crashed the party on the Sovereign. I don't know how it got on board, but he, his grandfather, and the other Jedi are dealing with it as we speak."

Jennifer sighed. "He's just been Knighted, but a Sith crashed the party on the Sovereign. I don't know how it got on board, but he, his grandfather, and the other Jedi are dealing with it as we speak."

"Good. I'm confident that they'll succeed. Care for Dinner now? I'm sure that you are starving."

"Good. I'm confident that they'll succeed. Care for Dinner now? I'm sure that you are starving."
"Yes. Lead the way."

((Weyrik))"Thank you," she pulled out the IV line before getting off the bed/cot/thing. It was getting damn annoying anyway. Some dark, veinous blood flowed out, stopped, nanites accelerating the clotting. One might have noticed that for once she did not use any curses in her speech. The uniform, was...loose, to say the least. But it was better than nothing.

"Will you be needing anything else?" the doctor asked.

((Weyrik))"The way to the [expl..] mess hall," she responded.

"Down the hall, take a left, take a right." The doc said as she headed to check on another patient.

((Weyrik))"Thanks," she turned, nearly walked into a bulkhead, managed to find the door. Cool, she watched the door slide open, watched it slide closed, watched it slide open again, stepped in before she could look like a ditz. "Down the hall, take a right, take a left," she muttered, following the doctor's directions. The ship was -clean-, and well-lit, which was a lot nicer than any other ship she had been on. She could actually see her feet.

Around her, a few droids or crewmembers would wander by, not giving her a second look as they head on and off shifts. A mouse droid rolled by, squeaking as it went. Just an average moment on a Core ship.

Where was I supposed to hit? I got confused there...
OOC: Little Masaki, Eammon, Alex, and Odcal are supposed to zap the Pred as well.

IC: The Miles family boarded their shuttle along with a few Jedi. They then went to the next Star Destroyer to be debriefed.

((Weyrik))"This...is not the right [expletive] place," 'Kay' muttered some time later. Her stomach grumbled in response. There did not seem to be many people here, for some reason. "Left, then right....or right, then left. Awww...[expletive]...do -you- know where the [expletive] we are?" she turned at the droid. Or do I have to hack your compy... she did not add.

"Yes. Lead the way."

The Server Kids took off with Erica right behind them as John and Jennifer walked there.

"Its a shame that we had to come out of Isolation under these types of circumstances but when we felt the turbulance in the force, we felt that it was our duty to come out and help." Server said as he lead the way to the dining hall. "Whatever we have, Jen, is at your full disposal. We need to rid this area of the Empire or they may come after us next." He entered the dining room where the kids where already sitting. "What would you all like to dinner?"

IC: The Miles family arrived with Jennifer Masaki and debriefed the first mate of the ship.

OOC: I did not know that there was another family onboard the shuttle. Care to explain if you don't mind?

((Weyrik))"This...is not the right [expletive] place," 'Kay' muttered some time later. Her stomach grumbled in response. There did not seem to be many people here, for some reason. "Left, then right....or right, then left. Awww...[expletive]...do -you- know where the [expletive] we are?" she turned at the droid. Or do I have to hack your compy... she did not add.
"The Doctor said left and then right." The droid said. "I believe you have to backtrack."

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The kids ordered their favorite food (pizza and chicken fingers), while Jennifer decided on some bantha steaks and vegetables.

OOC: Er...CM? I think you'd better get on MSN, ASAP! If you don't have it, then download it. The Miles family is NOT, repeat NOT on the shuttle Jennifer Masaki flew around in. You didn't even RP that out! Besides, if they were, they would have to meet with Corneliu's Admiral. *sigh*

Server smiled at the kids order and nodded at Jen's order! "So shall it be." He sent the orders off to the kitchen along with his and his family's orders.

"This is going to be a difficult road Jen. I'm not going to lie to you. We may not be able to win this fight but we will go down trying if we must. We've rebuilt our society once and we know we can do so again. I know what you have lost and believe me, I do know your pain. This fight will probably get worse. Hopefully we get this fight done before anyone else in our family gets killed and I do apologize if this conversation hurts. It is not ment to open up old wounds."

He turns to the kids! "After dinner, would you like a tour of my Flagship Destructor?"

Server smiled at the kids order and nodded at Jen's order! "So shall it be." He sent the orders off to the kitchen along with his and his family's orders.

"This is going to be a difficult road Jen. I'm not going to lie to you. We may not be able to win this fight but we will go down trying if we must. We've rebuilt our society once and we know we can do so again. I know what you have lost and believe me, I do know your pain. This fight will probably get worse. Hopefully we get this fight done before anyone else in our family gets killed and I do apologize if this conversation hurts. It is not meant to open up old wounds."
"No, it's all right. We always knew to fight the Sith would be to invite terrible losses. But what can we do but to go on?" Jennifer asked. "We cannot just let them go unchecked. The galaxy would fall, and then where would we be? Dead or enslaved. Neither presents a good choice, so we forge a third: fight, and hope we win the war."

He turns to the kids! "After dinner, would you like a tour of my Flagship Destructor?"

"Really?" Taylor exclaimed. "All right!"

"Yeah, cool!" Jacob said, more reserved than his hyperactive brother.

"No, it's all right. We always knew to fight the Sith would be to invite terrible losses. But what can we do but to go on?" Jennifer asked. "We cannot just let them go unchecked. The galaxy would fall, and then where would we be? Dead or enslaved. Neither presents a good choice, so we forge a third: fight, and hope we win the war."

"And win we shall because there is no other option. Now, when we get these kids off to bed, I need you to explain everything that has been going on and bring us up to date on current events here.

"Really?" Taylor exclaimed. "All right!"

"Yeah, cool!" Jacob said, more reserved than his hyperactive brother.

He turns back to the twins. "Yes this is a cool ship. It is also state of the art. This ship is a match for anyship in the galaxy. When you finish all and I mean all of your dinner, then we shall start our tour on the flight deck."

"And win we shall because there is no other option. Now, when we get these kids off to bed, I need you to explain everything that has been going on and bring us up to date on current events here.

"All right." Jennifer picked at her steak, while her daughter ate a burger and mashed potatoes.

He turns back to the twins. "Yes this is a cool ship. It is also state of the art. This ship is a match for anyship in the galaxy. When you finish all and I mean all of your dinner, then we shall start our tour on the flight deck."
"Yes sir!" The boys ate as fast as a they could, not wanting to miss it, but just slow enough not to choke. Soon, they completed their pizza and chicken, downed sodas and headed to the 'fresher to wash up.

"All right." Jennifer picked at her steak, while her daughter ate a burger and mashed potatoes.

"Yes sir!" The boys ate as fast as a they could, not wanting to miss it, but just slow enough not to choke. Soon, they completed their pizza and chicken, downed sodas and headed to the 'fresher to wash up.

Server and the rest of the family ate their dinner abit more slowly than the twins. When they did finish, Server got up and walked over to the twins. "You ready for the tour now?" He said with a chuckle as he was walking towards the turbolift.

Erica smiled abit and followed right behind as the kids rushed towards the turbolift, even her own even though they have been all over the ship playing games.

"Yeah! C'mon, give us the grand tour!" Taylor grinned. Jacob nodded, a bit shyly.

Jenny spoke to Erica. "Sometimes it's hard to believe they're twins. Taylor's more outgoing, and he dislikes being called short. Jacob is more reserved, a quiet kid. But they're twins all the same."

Erica chuckled! "It is hard to believe that but kids will be kids you know? It is nice seeing you again Jen. Its been far to long since our last meeting." she stated as they entered the turbolift that'll take them down to the flight deck.

Admiral Server looked at the kids. "Where we are going, few visitors have seen because it is legally a restricted area in the conditions we're in. As the CO of this ship though, I have taken the liberty of my command rank to show you how a wartime carrier is runned." At that moment, the turbolift stopped and the doors opened. Inside, they see the hanger bay with fighters being prepped for action. "As you can see, the fighters are getting prepped for action in case we have to use them. Our fighters are top notch and if you don't believe me, ask several people here as well as some that have gone up against them." He led them to another room. "And this here is the Wing Ready Room. This is where the fighter wing does most of its planning. Please have seat in any chair except for the wing commander's seat." He said with a chuckle.

As the tour was beginning, the ship was approaching their destination.

"I know, Erica. I know." Jenny watched Fiona chat with Autumn as the boys ran around, pretending to be fighter pilots.

"I know, Erica. I know." Jenny watched Fiona chat with Autumn as the boys ran around, pretending to be fighter pilots.

"Boys will be boys. I remember when I first met John! He was at the academy doing his flight test to get his wings. Because my family was high up in the chain, they were invited to attend the graduation of the pilots and then later from the academy. At the graduation ball, I was able to dance with him and we hit it off."

At that moment, an announcement came over the intercom. Admiral Server to the bridge. We are approaching the target coordinates.

The kids groaned when they heard this and Server chuckled. "Understood Hanson. We're on our way up." He turned. "Lets go kids!" He led them back to the turbolift and back to the bridge.

Jennifer herded the twins back up the turbolifts as they came up to Konoha. There are 6 planets. The first is uninhabitable, being like Mercury but twice the size of Earth. The second is a poisonous-gas planet. The third is full of valuable metals and minerals, but doesn't have much of an atmosphere. The fourth is Konoha itself. Between the fourth and fifth is an asteroid field, where numerous mines and asteroid turrets awaited unsuspecting enemies. The fifth is the Shipyard Planet, where a large shipyard orbits the gas giant with its numerous moons. The sixth is a listening outpost, a tripwire for intruders like the Sith. It is there that the vanguard will begin the battle, then fall back for the real conflict.

Konoha's fleet numbers about 30 Shinobi Cruisers, 10 Hokage-class battleships, 10 Star Destroyers and now, hundreds upon hundreds of Rebel ships. Several dozen Star Destroyers were sent back out into hyperspace, seemingly depleting the forces a bit.

Sasuke soon boarded the flagship Hokage herself, saluting and returning the salutes of the numerous ninja and regular crew of the beloved ship. He smirked, as the Shuriken cannon was being prepared for combat. The near-c throwing asteroid shooter is sure to give the Sith a nasty surprise. It carries five rounds of asteroids of different sizes, the largest being 20 meters. All of the Konoha-built ships carry railguns of different sizes, as well as the usual turbolasers and ion cannons.

The Jonin (highest class) ninja ordered the home fleet to begin cloaking, and ordered his journeymen to begin casting illusionary spells to muck up Sith's ability to concentrate on any one ship, reducing their ability to sense lifesigns.

That should give use some cover until the right time to strike... Sasuke thought.

On the bridge of the Destructor, Admiral Server took up his command seat and became serious once again from his jovial mood he had with the kids. "ETA to target?"

"Five minutes Sir. We are reading 6 planets. Our coordinates are pointing us to the fourth planet of the system."

"Very well. Notify the rest of the fleet and go to yellow alert. I want the fighters to be placed on standby alert for any trouble. I'm not expecting them from the locals but our enemies might decide to try something if they know the location of this planet."

"Yes sir."

"Helm when we reach the coordinates, jump to normal space and join the rest of the fleet. This fight won't be pretty. I want all sickbays to prepare for casualties." He sighed heavily as he watched his crew work wondering how many will survive this encounter.

Erica looked at her husband with worry on her face. "Jen, the only time I've seen him like this was at the Battle of Corneliu Prime. He's worried about the outcome of the battle."

"I know, too. If only Daniel could join us...but he's still fighting the Sith, probably." Jenny sighed. "What should we do with the kids? They can't stay up here."

Erica looked at Jen. "Jen, the only other place for them to go is the planet's surface and I bet that will become unsafe in short order. The kids will be fine here. Besides, they might as well get used to it. Space is dangerous."

At that moment, the fleet jumped into the system.

Jennifer suppressed thoughts of deadly explosions and hull breaches, and looked over the map of the system. "We'll need to use our interdictors on various points of entrance, slow them down once we get wind that they're arriving. That will get some time to put us into position. So far, we have our fleet, Techon and you. That's something like a thousand or 1200 ships. The Sith may bring an equal number or more. We'll need to devise tactics to deal with that."

Jennifer suppressed thoughts of deadly explosions and hull breaches, and looked over the map of the system. "We'll need to use our interdictors on various points of entrance, slow them down once we get wind that they're arriving. That will get some time to put us into position. So far, we have our fleet, Techon and you. That's something like a thousand or 1200 ships. The Sith may bring an equal number or more. We'll need to devise tactics to deal with that."

"And we will Jen." Admiral Server stated. "I recommend we hold a tactical meeting aboard either one of your ships, techon, or this ship. That way we can come up with a way to defend against superior numbers."

OOC: CoreWorlds. Problem fixed. And I don't have ANY IM system because we've got a few bad viruses that way.

The energy flew toward the PredAlien, and he managed to dogde or block most of it, but was hit in the leg, and sent flying back. After the smoke cleared, he was gone...

OOC:Can I kill the planet now, I can't figure out what's going on.

The Techon fleet entered real space at Konoha

(OOC:I don't think I've stated that yet)

My lightsaber was raised in a high guard, as I cautiously advanced on the location of the PredAlien. I reached into the Force, feeling for him...

The rest of the Jedi Masters entered the room, and we searched for the creature.

The Techon fleet entered real space at Konoha

(OOC:I don't think I've stated that yet)
"Ahh, there's the Techon fleet." Jennifer noted. "Pardon me for hailing it."

"Techon fleet, this is Councilor Masaki aboard the ARCS Destructor. Please send your highest ranking officer over here so we could figure out the best strategies and tactics together. Over and out."

The PredAlien had used the force to teleport into a ventalation shaft on the other side of the ship. Once inside, he entered a deep state of Kel'na'ri, making his lifesign undetectable, and detection via the force impossible as well.

I couldn't find the creature through the Force and closed down my lightsaber.

"All right. Looks clear. Tell the admiral to restart the engines. We're heading to Konoha." I ordered, to the cheers and relief of the crew.

It's a good thing David's anti-nanites did good work on the creature's nanites, as I got a report from the hackers and engineers. The bugs were purged from the systems, allowing the ship to start moving again within a few minutes. I had the security systems copy the specs for the anti-nanites, so that it could produce more, like antibodies in our own immune systems.

The Hatake heard the all-clear, and the commander sent a private to find Kay, and tell her that the ship will be docking with the Sovereign momentarily.

OOC: You may begin the attack when you're ready. Note that there are also minefields surrounding the system, with many different types, from homing mines to proximity mines. There are a few 'safe' corridors, but they are blocked by the fleet.

"Techon fleet, this is Councilor Masaki aboard the ARCS Destructor. Please send your highest ranking officer over here so we could figure out the best strategies and tactics together. Over and out."
"Right away," Jonas said.

Soon he, Admiral Knaves, and Admiral Marder (Konas) were out on a shuttle, landing inside the Destructor.

"Right away," Jonas said.

Soon he, Admiral Knaves, and Admiral Marder (Konas) were out on a shuttle, landing inside the Destructor.
They were met by an escort who took them to the bridge.

They entered the bridge and looked around, Jonas stood at the lead, with Knaves on his right, and Marden on his left.

A massive fleet had been prepared for the invasion, over 800 ships, and 1 million men. They would take no chances in subjugating this system. The fleet, consisting of 700 ISDs, 3 SSDs, and 1 Helldawg Class World Cleanser dropped out of warp at the edge of the system, just out of the mine field. Aboard the bridge of the World Cleaner Imperium, an admiral thought long dead by the Coreworlders commanded the destruction of his former superiors.

"Fire on my mark!"

The main gun of his ship charged up, creating a massive ball of energy in front.

"Wipe them out. All of them."

The very fabric of space and time was torn as the main guns the world cleanser fire off into the mine field, vaporizing all in their path, and creating a massive hole...

Admiral Server stood up when they exited onto the bridge.

"Welcome aboard! I am Admiral John Server, Commander-in-Chief of the Corneliuan Military Space Forces. On behalf of our President, James Server, I bring you greetings."

Admiral Server stood up when they exited onto the bridge.

"Welcome aboard! I am Admiral John Server, Commander-in-Chief of the Corneliuan Military Space Forces. On behalf of our President, James Server, I bring you greetings."
Jonas nodded, and Knaves bowed slightly.

"I am Jonas, some of Imitus, I am emperor of all Techon," Jonas said with a smile. "I bring you my greetings, today is a grand day were we bring the fight to our enemies. These are Admirals Knaves and Marden."

David, puzzled on why the energy didn't blow up the leg of his enemy, said, "Well, where it is? I don't see a corpse and I don't see a wounded enemy...the coward......."

David then sees the enemy fleet warp in.

"I need to make a phone call. If you would excuse me..." David says as he runs towards the bridge. He gets there and opens a channel to his homeland of Crazed Marines.

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"Mike Kowalski here..." The President of Crazed Marines asked, "Oh, hey David. What's up?"

"I need a fleet. Big and powerful." David replied.

"How's 1000 ISDs and 20 SSDs?" the President replies.

"Good enuf'. When will it be there."

"48 hours at the minimum. I see where you're from and that's the best I can do."

A Ship slowly approached a battleship named Sorveign, when the Captain saw the other ship charging its weapons he ordered the ship to stop and open up a Commlink:

"Hello! Im Admiral Tasak of the Godhand from the nation of Klington. *Tasak Smiles Brightly* And I come baring gifts!"
A figure was standing in the back with his eyes closed.
"This Consolar Lustri, He was in our genetics producted and is one of a kind.(All Klington Soldiers are enhanced with new organs and machines, but Consolor was even more so.) We have heard news that you are being followed by an assassin, and we offer you him to aid you. Consolar has been in training for 30 years(his age expectancy went up sense he was genically engineered) and has recently stopped. ¿Verdad?"
Consolars eyes opened and he responded, "No, Only fools stop training, and then they soon die because of there total lack of adaptability and contemplation of there past battles, but, it is true that my Intial training was 30 years long."
Tasak Replied with a sigh, "We dont need a lecture, but very well, Consolar will board shortly."
And with that Consolar was transferred over to the Sorveign.

OOC: I'm going to ignore the godmoddishly large number of SSDs. 150 is way too over the line for me. cut it down to one or two, and you'll be fine. Even now i only have three SSDs and three Battleships (and parts of the crew skipped town, so they're not as effective nowadays). same with the Helldawgs. ISD numbers are fine.

Same goes for you, CM. 1000 is waay too much. if they were Imperial Star Destroyers, I'd halfway accept it. Stop thinking that SSDs are good for battle-of-the-line ships, cause they're meant to be commandships.

IC:
The 6th planet, Vaniua, is the first to detect the enemy fleet, as they began to cut through the minefields. The listening posts sent word up the chain of command about the incoming enemy forces.

They entered the bridge and looked around, Jonas stood at the lead, with Knaves on his right, and Marden on his left.

"It's begun." Jennifer said, hearing the reports on her comlink.

The twins knew battle was about to begin, and put on brave faces.

----

Grand Admiral Rommel of the SSD Rebellion looked out at the faint flashes of light. "'Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil...for thou art with me.'"

"Sir? The fleet's ready." A commander reported.

"Very well. Red Alert. All crew to battlestations. All pilots to their fighters. By the Force, we shall take the fight the enemy, and go down swinging." The Admiral promised.

Klaxons blared and red lights spun as the crew rushed about, getting ready for the battle to come. Fear mixed with excitement and not a bit of anger, as the crew anticipated combat.

----

"We're prepared, Sire." Ninjas reported, finishing up deadly booby traps that would spring once the enemy lands on the ground.

"Very good." Hokage Naruto nodded and finished his last series of stretches. "Let us begin."

OOC:Edited the ship numbers.

A Ship slowly approached a battleship named Sorveign, when the Captain saw the other ship charging its weapons he ordered the ship to stop and open up a Commlink:

"Hello! Im Admiral Tasak of the Godhand from the nation of Klington. *Tasak Smiles Brightly* And I come baring gifts!"
A figure was standing in the back with his eyes closed.
"This Consolar Lustri, He was in our genetics producted and is one of a kind.(All Klington Soldiers are enhanced with new organs and machines, but Consolor was even more so.) We have heard news that you are being followed by an assassin, and we offer you him to aid you. Consolar has been in training for 30 years(his age expectancy went up sense he was genically engineered) and has recently stopped. ¿Verdad?"
Consolars eyes opened and he responded, "No, Only fools stop training, and then they soon die because of there total lack of adaptability and contemplation of there past battles, but, it is true that my Intial training was 30 years long."
Tasak Replied with a sigh, "We dont need a lecture, but very well, Consolar will board shortly."
And with that Consolar was transferred over to the Sorveign.
"We shall recieve the Consolar, then. Thank you very much." Admiral Swenson said. He turned to the helm. "Once they board, begin the jump to Konoha."

"Yes sir."

OOC: I meant 1000 ISDs and twenty or so SSDs...lol...sorry y'all... I'll edit. 50+ SSDs is pretty much a godmod

Jonas nodded, and Knaves bowed slightly.

"I am Jonas, some of Imitus, I am emperor of all Techon," Jonas said with a smile. "I bring you my greetings, today is a grand day were we bring the fight to our enemies. These are Admirals Knaves and Marden."
Jennifer could sense a familiar Force presence from one of the Admirals, but she couldn't quite place it...

"It's an honor to meet you, your Highness." Councilor Masaki said.

OOC: Grr. I'll accept no more than five, CM. Stop it, or your fleet's ignored. Reason:
The amount of resources to maintain 20 17.6km long ships must be staggering. each one requires a quarter of a million crew, not including troops (skeleton, 10,000). Automation (with droids, advanced AI) helps, but still, you'd need a lot of crewmen to maintain the ships. That's not even counting the amount of provisions we need for them, but then, there is a hydroponics garden in mine to help with the food.

I maintain three, but only the Rebellion is anywhere near capacity. The other two are better off as giant orbitial platforms.

The Admiral opened up one last commlink to his allies, "We rallied our fleet and troops and will meet you at Konoha." And with that he went through hyperspace to the rally point, and when he reached it, the fleet began its journey to Konoha.

The Hatake heard the all-clear, and the commander sent a private to find Kay, and tell her that the ship will be docking with the Sovereign momentarily.

((Weyrik))"Do you even know where the f**ck we are," Kay asked the droid. "This piece of sh1t is so [expletive]..." she picked a corridor at random, hoping it was not the one she had taken a few minutes before.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

'Kay' was still muttering some time later, when the private found her just outside the mess hall.

Jonas nodded, and Knaves bowed slightly.

"I am Jonas, some of Imitus, I am emperor of all Techon," Jonas said with a smile. "I bring you my greetings, today is a grand day were we bring the fight to our enemies. These are Admirals Knaves and Marden."

"It is an honor to meet you, your majesty" Server said with a bow. "This is Commadore Roberts, my second in command."

At that moment, a messege was relayed to the bridge at the same time Jennifer said "Its begun"

Server hit his emergency transmission button! As it was pushed, red alert sounded throughout the ship. "All Hands, this is Server! The enemy fleet is at the 6th planet. All ships, prepare for combat and form up in the Tiger formation. All point ships, assume defensive positions and standby. All fighters Launch."

When he finished his shipwide address that went out to the rest of the fleet moments later, he turned to Jennifer. "This is going to get real interesting. I advise you to get the kids strapped into the chairs." He looked over and saw Erica doing just that to their kids.

"Your majesty, you can stay aboard or I can teleport you back to your ship. The choice is yours."

The fleet lurched forward after the mines had been cleared, with swarms of TIEs flying cover for them. They would destroy the enemy fleet before landing the legions. When they made initial contact, the Imperium started off by firing a round from the main cannon into the enemy fleet, ripping the very fabric of space and time. The SSDs concentrated on the larger vessels, and the ISDs moved in to neutralize the smaller ones. The Imperium was making use of its advanced quantum torpedo tubes, able of fireing out 12 torpedos from the same tube in 3 seconds by reversing the direction of their atoms, and beaming in more ammunition. There were 40 tubes doing that, and 1,000 turbo lasers peppering away at the enemy ships. The ISDs fired ion cannons at enemy ships, and turbo lasers at fighters. 6,000 TIE bombers made strafing runs on enemy ships, while over 10,000 TIE advanced fighters escorted them, chasing off enemy fighters.

As we passed through the tunnel of hyperspace, I sat in my room, tinkering with a new lightsaber. I had the gem that Master David gave me, and took apart the Sith saber that I had in my short stint as Darth Helios, replacing the hilt with one more befitting me.

It's never a quick and hasty process to build a lightsaber. On the contrary, it takes hours to connect the pieces together, using the Force to work your fingers around the wires and extremely fine alignment and place the gem in the correct spot. If you build your lightsaber wrong, it could disengage at a most inopportune moment, or even explode in your hands. Not a pretty thing to happen.

It's possible for machines to mass-produce lightsabers, that's how we make our training sabers. But they don't...feel right when they mass-produce the full-length versions. The lightsaber is the extension of the Jedi, and as such, they are better when made by the hand, whether a Padawan building his first lightsaber or a Master building another one.

I meditated on the deep emerald gem, infusing it with the Light Side to make it strong, stand up against Sith sabers. I chipped it enough to allow it to fit the hilt, and then meditated again, placing the gem into it's socket. I checked the connections one last time, every single one, then snapped the hilt in place, making sure that it's watertight, just in case.

Now for the litmus test...I stood up in the middle of my room, and thumbed the ignition switch. A deep bright-forest green blade hissed to life, and I waved it around, then snapped downwards in a downblock then spun to strike. The blade is massless, but I could feel it's strength, like a well-forged Elven blade. I finished the test with a salute, and shut it down. Perfect. I attached it to my utility belt, my father's lightsaber on my right side in case I need it.

As I went out of my room, a private saluted to me. "Commander, your presence is required in the main hangar bay. The Hatake's commander says that someone wishes to speak with you."

"Very well." I returned it. "Lead the way."

---

The other private blushed at the young lady's words. "Ma'am. We're on the Sovereign now. Oh, and here's a sub sandwich. I heard you got a little lost and, well...anyway, Commander Masaki is heading here."

The private started to lead her out into main hangar of the Sovereign, a giant cave full of various fighters and larger ships, and is big enough to hold a Star Destroyer if necessary.

---

The battle has begun. The 6th planet was bombarded with the enemy fire, and the vangard fleet of 20 various ships returned fire as valiantly as they could upon the lead elements of the enemy fleet. Fighters poured out and fought their enemy counterparts. Already, multitudes of explosions occured as the first Star Destroyer fell under the onslaught of the enemy forces...

OOC: For the recordI ignore space time weapons!

OOC: I ingore temporal tech in any case. But since we got black holes used by both sides..

((Weyrik))"Er...thanks," she took the offered sandwich/object/thing. It sub disappeared in a few moments. A bit too many onions...Whoa, the place was -huge-, real huge. Was the Sovereign an orbital station or something? certainly no-one'd bother building something as massive as this inside a starship...

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"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."

"Mine field detected."

"Send sweepers forward. Hives at rear. Capitols to cover," Admiral Hiro Storm commanded instantly, analyzing the data poutring into the Siege Fleet's Net.

They were nearly three million kilometers away from the Dooman fleet penetrating the mine field, and Storm wanted his own force to have a way of getting out if things got too dangerous. Besides, the main Weyrean ground force would arrive in just a few hours, and the massive lighters would need all the space they could get.

Small, agile mine-sweeper destroyers moved forward, concussion missiles and point-defence weaponry blasting mines by the dozens, clearing huge swathes through the mine field. Capitol ships, all of Storm's Star Destroyers among them, moved behind the sweepers, ready to blast anything without a friendly IFF on sight with massive forward cannon. Forward shields almost glowed with energy, prepared to deflect surprise fire.

Behind came the Hive carriers, armor plates closed to protect the parasite craft within, and the heavy Whooper cannon, lont stalks bursting with stored power. Last came the rearguard vessels, a small but formidable force composed of destroyers and ships-of-the-line.

Hundreds of ships in all were slowly coming through, the largest asemblage of Weyrean firepower in recorded history.

OOC: CW, I'll degrade to five.
Just an FYI. I have roughly 30% of my nation employed by my DoD and about 50 million active in the Space Fleet.
Here's some information on my modded SSDs. They carry a three extra reactors, four extra turbolaser batteries, one plasma based main cannon, a sentient AI handelling many aspects of ship's control, replicator machenery (I know its ST tech, but it works), nanite based factories, wormhole shields,and about twenty external torpedo tubes including SSS torpedos.

IC:
David felt his datapad vibrate, he checked it and saw he had a message from home.

David,
Sorry, but we're gonna have to cut it back to five SSDs. It was time for retrofits and our other ships are deployed elsewhere. However, I can deploy one hundred Asguard Motherships as well and maybe an experimental MAW and MAC. The good news it that you can get the fleet 24 hours sooner because of this.

"Damn. We needed those ships, but we needed them fast. But as long as they have an impact, I'm fine." David swore.

OOC: I'd like to propose NO nova torpedos to be used in this thread. Anyone else on board?

"Your majesty, you can stay aboard or I can teleport you back to your ship. The choice is yours."
"I need to be back to the Pride," Jonas said. "And so do Kerves and Marden."

OOC: I ingore temporal tech in any case. But since we got black holes used by both sides..

((Weyrik))"Er...thanks," she took the offered sandwich/object/thing. It sub disappeared in a few moments. A bit too many onions...Whoa, the place was -huge-, real huge. Was the Sovereign an orbital station or something? certainly no-one'd bother building something as massive as this inside a starship...

A young man of about 17 years of age entered the main hanger. He wears the robes of a Jedi, though he has a patch on his sleeve identifying him as a Commander in rank of a fighter squadron. His dirty-blond hair is tied back in a ponytail, though some strands insist on landing on his face. He moves with the easy grace of a Knight, though coupled with the common swagger of an experienced pilot. His brown eyes show a fierceness that belies his age, a warrior's look.

I headed over to the Hatake, where a young lady disembarked.
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"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."

"Mine field detected."

"Send sweepers forward. Hives at rear. Capitols to cover," Admiral Hiro Storm commanded instantly. They were nearly three million kilometers away from the Dooman fleet penetrating the mine field, and Storm wanted his own force to have a way of getting out if things got too dangerous. Besides, the main Weyrean ground force wuld arrive in just a few hours, and would need all the space they could get.

Small, agile destroyers moved forward, concussion missiles and point-defence weaponry shooting down mines by the dozens, clearing huge swathes through the field. Capitol ships, all of Storm's Star Destroyers among them, moved behind the sweepers, ready to blast anything without an enemy IFF on sight with massive forward wave cannon. Forward shields almost glowed with energy, prepared to deflect surprise fire.

Behind came the Hive carriers, armor plates closed to protect the parasite craft within, and the heavy Whooper cannon, lont stalks bursting with stored power. Last came the rearguard vessels, a small but formidable force composed of destroyers and ships-of-the-line.

Hundreds of ships in all were slowly coming through, the largest asemblage of Weyrean firepower in recorded history.
"Sir, we have contacts! Weyreans."

"Weyreans, you say?" Admiral Rommel arched an eyebrow as he thought of a plan. It's risky, but... "Get me a secure channel to the flagship of the Weyrean fleet."

"Sir?"

"Just do it. I know what I'm doing." At least he hoped so. He picked up the comlink when it was done.

"Commander of the Weyrean Fleet. I commend you on fighting through our minefields. However, I have but one thing to say. Withdraw now, and you will not need to suffer the wrath of our most powerful weapons, the gravitic missiles. I know you felt betrayed for us not having come to your aid in your time of need, but you must understand that we are under siege as well, and we could only have spared refugee ships to aid you. Choose wisely and you won't have to face our weapons."

Jennifer Masaki strapped the twins in the seats next to Tomas and Autumn as she relays orders from her perch in the Destructor.

"Communication from the Coredians," the thought-words flashed across the net." Your eyes only, Admiral."

"Patch it through," Storm sighed. He hoped it was a surrender, but doubted that would happen. Still...he listened to the communication, snorted, sent back a response.

"Commander, I am under direct orders to attack and destroy the Rebel assets within this system. The High Council commands, I obey. I assume you understand my position" Storm responded.

"All stop," he switched to the local command comm network. "Sweeper screens continue clearing to maximum range." There were no questions to his orders. "Clear columns for Siege cannon. Singularity status?"

"Full output across the board," tactical responded instantly, thoughts flashing at the speed of light.

There were ways of creating a good standoff, and Storm was doing just that. The Coredians might have had the ability to destroy his fleet, but Storm had the ability to destroy their entire system.

"Commander. As you know I have the full ability to destroy this system and every planet within it. Do not make me use that ability," he sent another message to the Rebel flagship. "Admiral Storm out." There was no way of blocking a point-singularity, just like there was no way of blocking a black hole.

He's good. Very good. Admiral Rommel mused. He had to fight them quickly, before they could unleash their weapon. Then he noticed that the Techon fleet is the one closest to the Weyreans. "Comms, patch me through to Emperor Jonas."

Inside the Super-Ship Techon's Pride; Jonas was summoned from his command chair to a panel.

"Yes Admiral, what is it?" He asked.

"I recommend you attack the Weyrean flank. Try to catch them off guard, if you can. I'll be detaching Nighthawk to assist you." Rommel said, and nodded to the other comms officer, who sent the orders.

A young man of about 17 years of age entered the main hanger. He wears the robes of a Jedi, though he has a patch on his sleeve identifying him as a Commander in rank of a fighter squadron. His dirty-blond hair is tied back in a ponytail, though some strands insist on landing on his face. He moves with the easy grace of a Knight, though coupled with the common swagger of an experienced pilot. His brown eyes show a fierceness that belies his age, a warrior's look.

I headed over to the Hatake, where a young lady disembarked.

From a distance she thought the man was a monk, then decided he was a Jedi -- the robes looked like the ones in holoflicks. The patch was weird, sort of like the one used by Star Guard pilots.

The young woman (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/Weyr/rikku3.gif) swallowed as he approached, long, pointed ears twitching slightly. He's just another f**cking parasite jock, she reminded herself, forcing down calm. Just like the b4st4rds at the academy. Still....

((Weyrik))"Daniel Masaki? I assume?" the question sounded stupid as soon as it came out of her mouth.

"Aye, roger that Admiral," Jonas said, and turned off the comm, he walked back to the control chair, and sat in it, looking over the bridge.

"Captain," Jonas said.

"Yes?" The captain asked.

"Order half the fleet to enter hyperspace, then, on my command, all exit at once," Jonas said.

"Sir, whats your plan exactly?" The captain asked.

"We are going to attack them from behind," Jonas said.

"Thats dangerous, it could even be suicidal," The captain said worriedly.

"Then we will die, if it is our time, hurry, tell all pilots to get to their ships, all gunners man their turrets, hurry!" Jonas ordered.

Throughout the ship everyone did so, and everything was in place. Jonas looked at the worried faces in the bridge, he gave the order to enter hyperspace.

They all did so...

It wasn't a second before he gave the order to exit, they came out just past the sixth planet. The order to attack was given, and soon every ship aboard the 350 ships ship took out of the hangars and soared for the Weyrean fleet, releasing a barrage of missiles and torpedos from far away as they did so.

From a distance she thought the man was a monk, then decided he was a Jedi -- the robes looked like the ones in holoflicks. The patch was weird, sort of like the one used by Star Guard pilots.

The young woman (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v485/Weyr/rikku3.gif) swallowed as he approached, long, pointed ears twitching slightly. He's just another f**cking parasite jock, she reminded herself, forcing down calm. Just like the b4st4rds at the academy. Still....

((Weyrik))"Daniel Masaki? I assume?" the question sounded stupid as soon as it came out of her mouth.
"Yes I am." I said, getting the jist of the question. "You speak Basic?"

"Aye, roger that Admiral," Jonas said, and turned off the comm, he walked back to the control chair, and sat in it, looking over the bridge.

"Captain," Jonas said.

"Yes?" The captain asked.

"Order half the fleet to enter hyperspace, then, on my command, all exit at once," Jonas said.

"Sir, whats your plan exactly?" The captain asked.

"We are going to attack them from behind," Jonas said.

"Thats dangerous, it could even be suicidal," The captain said worriedly.

"Then we will die, if it is our time, hurry, tell all pilots to get to their ships, all gunners man their turrets, hurry!" Jonas ordered.

Throughout the ship everyone did so, and everything was in place. Jonas looked at the worried faces in the bridge, he gave the order to enter hyperspace.

They all did so...

It wasn't a second before he gave the order to exit, they came out just past the sixth planet. The order to attack was given, and soon every ship aboard the 350 ships ship took out of the hangars and soared for the Weyrean fleet, releasing a barrage of missiles and torpedos from far away as they did so.
In the meantime, the Nighthawk detachment of fleet ships, numbering about 50 craft, powered up their engines and accelerated forward, aiming to get the Weyr fleet into firing range. Long-range torpedoes and heavy turbolasers already began to touch the Weyrean forces, but it would be a minute before the bulk of the firepower would be brought upon the enemy...

"Yes I am." I said, getting the jist of the question. "You speak Basic?"

((Weyrik))"Would I have this [expletive] rust bucket following me if I did?" she responded. "'Sides," she reached into the pocket of the loaned uniform, extended the datacube, which was slightly singed but otherwise in fine working order. "This is for you."

"Thanks." I said. "And this contains?"

'Kay' found herself staring at the...bah....he wasn't -that- cute. "Do you really want everyone who f**cking cares knowing?" she inquired. Dammit. you're sounding like a f**cking b1tch.

I raised an eyebrow. "You think the crewmembers would care?" She's...kinda cute, but her mouth puts me off...

((Weyrik))"Depends," 'Kay' shrugged. "The overlying data code contains info on the Death Star, Imperial fleet deployments, ships constructed over the past few years, secret projects..." she trailed off. "All bogus, 'course. Cracked the sh1t first day out and dl-ed it....got a jack by any chance?"

"Yeah. Hey, Harry!" I called one of the computer slicers. "I need a jack!"

He tossed me one of the many tools needed to crack codes. I'm not the best at hacking, though...

"Ok. I got it."

The Corneliuan fleet is primed and ready for battle. Fighters have launched and have taken up preliminary defensive positions waiting for the order to engage.

Grand Admiral Thrawn was silently observing the bridge of the Hellfire. The crew monotonous and silent were the pinnacle of Imperial training, they had to be if they were to survive the next twenty four hours. The Predalien agent that was sent out only two weeks ago had done more than Imperial intelligence had done in a month with only a fraction of the resources. The time was now, the time had come tonight the rebellion would die.

The fleet already massed above Coruscant had received orders to head for the rebel world. Coordinates transmitted from the spy would serve the Empire well in this last battle for dominion over the Galaxy.

The fleet extending into the distance was already bulging with numbers, from an order from the command ship the stars turned into star lines and the fleet descended towards the last bastion of the rebellion.

In the meantime, the Super Star Destroyer Iron Fist and her entourage of the 100 former Core Destroyers that made up the fleet exited hyperspace at another sector of the star system. Admiral Isard smirked as he relished the end of the Rebellion, the end of his former life under the Masaki clan. It was a simple plan for the Empire: surround the Rebels with the Imperial fleets, then squeeze them tightly until they suffocate. He called it Operation Anaconda.

"Sir, lead elements encountering mines. We're blasting through them as we speak, but some damage is to be expected."

"Very well. We are on schedule otherwise?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Move in."

----

"Admiral, another Sith fleet has exited hyperspace. It's the Iron Fist!"

"The Iron Fist?" Admiral Rommel raised an eyebrow. "So, Isard has come back. This time, it will be to the end...Helm, bring the Rebellion about! Get the Corneliuans on the line, and ask them to detach a fleet to meet with the Iron Fist!"

The orders were sent out, as the great ship and it's fleet sped up to meet with the Iron Fist. Fighters on both sides already met, X-wing vs X-wing, Core traitors vs Core Rebels. The fighting was fierce, and it would only get worse as time goes on...

((Weyrik))"May I?" 'Kay asked. A jack is basically a long cable that plugs into any dataPort. In Kay's kase, one end would go into a port at the base of her skull, and the other into the datacube, For now she waited for the....person...to give it to her.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Fifty contacts inbound at..." tactical muttered. "Three-fifty inbound."

"That was fast," Storm chuckled. His force was still in the 'pipe' which his sweepers cleared through the mine field. To the rear was the Techonian force. To the front were the Coredians and Techonians, straight in the line of fire of Storm's biggest guns. "Rearguard, missiles hot. Full engage. Sweepers to the center. Strikers one, two, three forward. Full scatter."

The Weyrean force was not signifantly larger than the Rebel and Techon, but it was better armed and shielded.

Drives flared online. Ships began to come out of the mine field, into clear space, shields flickering from torpedo and turbolaser fire. Hundreds upon hundreds of missiles shot towards the Coredian and Techonian craft, going hyper until the last moments to impact, each as powerful as an SSDs broadside. Wave cannon shot followed, guided by incoming missile telemetry and counterifre calulations. Once the main Weyrean fleet was clear and in the open, the real carnage would begin.

The rearguard retreated. Shields flickered. Missiles lanced at the Techonian craft, going hyper until the last few seconds to impact. Wave cannon followed, guided by missile telemetry and counterfire calculations.

On both sides of the Weyrean column, shrapnel bursts shredded enemy missiles. Interceptor batteries emptied their contents, reloaded, emptied again. Exploding torpedoes flashed on viewscreens, ripped apart by gatlings and lasers.

"Wait for the big one," Admiral Drozha Raz muttered onboard his flagship. It was the only Storm-class dreadnaught in the Rearguard. He watched the Pride approach. His craft shuddered from Techonian missiles that got through the counterfire.

"Retreat if your shields go to red," Storm flashed to his command. It was too early to start loosing ships. "How soon until we have firing solutions?"

"Thirty seconds, ser" tactical flashed. His flagship was coming out, slowly, screening the Whooper canon and Hive carriers at the center of the fleet.

"Task Force Eight, ready to revert and assist the rearguard." Storm sent. "Lock onto the largest Coredian and Techon craft," he commanded his own forces. "Hives, ready parasites."

Bridge of the Imperium

"Sir, several ships have been badly damaged."

"Press the attack, don't let up at all, just destroy them all. That planet is getting on my nerves, destroy it."

"Aye, sir."

The Imperium's main gun charged up once more, and sent a beam at the sixth planet, encompassing it in a massive field of energy, and destroying everything on the surface.

Meawhile, the other ships continued to engage the rebel fleets, moving to divide them, going ship to ship and fighter to fighter, the Doomans using sheer numbers to overwhelm the enemy.

"Sure." I said, giving her the jack in my hand.

"All crew, this is the Admiral. We are ten minutes away from the Konoha System. Report to battlestations, repeat, report to battlestations!"

"Better hurry, since we're going to fight soon." I said.

-----

The fleet had split by the time of the Weyrean attack, turning off mines with IFF identification whenever they get close to a bunch of mines. Half flew 'above' the Weyr fleet and half dipped 'below'. The missile counterfire was intense, weakening, then defeating several ships before the rest returned fire, banking to broadside their Weyrean foes.

The Nighthawk itself was attacking with fervor, blasting at a Weyrean battlecruiser with mulititudes of destructive energy and deadly torpedoes, and having fire returned, pounding against the shields like sledgehammers.

"Admiral! We are receiving from Admiral Rommel!"

"What does he want?"

"He wants us to detach a fleet to engage the Iron Fist"

"We'll do this ourselves. Communications, send a mesege to Rommel! Tell him that our first Corneliuan Fleet will take them on. Helm, plot us a course towards Iron Fist! Tactical, arm all weapons systems and once we are within weapons range, open fire with everything we have. All fighters, head to target and engage the enemy."

When the choruses of 'yes sirs' and the orders sent out, Admiral Server stood up on the bridge with the full force of his rank behind him. "Engage helm. Let us show them what we are capabable of."

Bridge of the Imperium

"Sir, several ships have been badly damaged."

"Press the attack, don't let up at all, just destroy them all. That planet is getting on my nerves, destroy it."

"Aye, sir."

The Imperium's main gun charged up once more, and sent a beam at the sixth planet, encompassing it in a massive field of energy, and destroying everything on the surface.

Meawhile, the other ships continued to engage the rebel fleets, moving to divide them, going ship to ship and fighter to fighter, the Doomans using sheer numbers to overwhelm the enemy.
"Prepare to retreat!" The vanguard flagship ordered as the sixth planet was destroyed. The captain smirked as the strategic withdrawl began. Perfect. All is going according to plan...

Their orders were to retreat to the next planet, the shipyards. Normally, that would be bad, but the shipyards has a surprise awaiting the Doomingsland ships...several surprises.

"Admiral! We are receiving from Admiral Rommel!"

"What does he want?"

"He wants us to detach a fleet to engage the Iron Fist"

"We'll do this ourselves. Communications, send a mesege to Rommel! Tell him that our first Corneliuan Fleet will take them on. Helm, plot us a course towards Iron Fist! Tactical, arm all weapons systems and once we are within weapons range, open fire with everything we have. All fighters, head to target and engage the enemy."

When the choruses of 'yes sirs' and the orders sent out, Admiral Server stood up on the bridge with the full force of his rank behind him. "Engage helm. Let us show them what we are capabable of."
"Admiral Isard. He's cunning, but also arrogant." Jennifer smiled a bit. "We can quickly isolate him and defeat him before we need to engage the other fleets. Attacking them one by one... to prevent them being joined. That is our basic plan."

-----

"Admiral, Corneliuan fleet moving towards us!"

"What?" Admiral Isard growled. "Get them!"

Elements of the fleet detached and moved to intercept the enemy fleet. When in weapons range, they began to open fire, blasting away with deadly turbolasers, ion cannon and torpedo fire. The fleet then sent their fighters after the Corneliuans...

"Shit," Eamonn swore as he headed for his wing fighter.

Being called to battlestations was never a good sign as the Jedi climbed in and prepared himself for battle.

What have we got? he asked Daniel, using the force to communicate.

"Sure." I said, giving her the jack in my hand.

"All crew, this is the Admiral. We are ten minutes away from the Konoha System. Report to battlestations, repeat, report to battlestations!"

"Better hurry, since we're going to fight soon." I said.

"[Expletive] Wait," slender fingers found the small patch of five ports, each resembling a centimeter-wide circle of mithril-steel, plugged the jack inside. Kay stuck the other end into the data cube port, felt the slight thrill of power, closed her eyes, dumped what she had downloaded back. "Done."

She unhooked her connection, winced, touched the back of her neck, came away with a few droplets of blood. F**ck, that's...not good. Not good, but it could be ignored, hopefully.

"Here," she handed him the cube, which still had the jack cable plugged into it.

The fleet had split by the time of the Weyrean attack, turning off mines with IFF identification whenever they get close to a bunch of mines. Half flew 'above' the Weyr fleet and half dipped 'below'. The missile counterfire was intense, weakening, then defeating several ships before the rest returned fire, banking to broadside their Weyrean foes.

The Nighthawk itself was attacking with fervor, blasting at a Weyrean destroyer with mulititudes of destructive energy and deadly torpedoes, and having fire returned, pounding against the shields like sledgehammers.

"PSC, fire at will," Storm sent. As the Coredians turned to flank, Whooper cannon turned to present their adiamantite-tipped heads at the flagship. "Whoopers, fire," four heavy-duty azure beams shot at the Nighthawk, bigger brothers to those whch had destroyed an SSD at Vortex years ago.

Destroyers fired their point-singularities at the largest targets in range, Balls of unlight ripped towards the enemy capitol ships, blasting through everything in their way, growing larger with each ton of matter consumed, every terrajoule of shielding encountered.

Hives, go," the armor of the Hive carriers seemed to come apart. Countless E-wings, Cosmo-Tigers, and Black Tigers shot from launch catapults, engaging their Coredian and Techonian counterparts with missiles and lasers.

Shields flickered. Ships died, hulls riddled with holes. Most of the Weyrean fleet was out of the field. Small groups of New Paradigm battlecruisers rushed forward, engaged enemy Star Destroyers, using their greater agility to come behind and beneath the ponderous craft, trying to outflank them, massive cannon blazing, hulls groaning as their pilots sent the 240-meter vessels into impossible maneuvers.

The Storm-class dreadnaughts shuddered from each salvo, slowly moving forward, engaging smaller enemy craft.

"Sir, they're retreating!"

"So quickly? Hmmm, something strange is afoot. How long till the main gun is charged?"

"Twenty more minutes, sir."

"Order all ships to hold this space at all costs."

"Aye, sir."

The ships continued to fire on the enemy vessels as they fled, but stayed where they were. The main gun on the Imperium recharging.

"Admiral Isard. He's cunning, but also arrogant." Jennifer smiled a bit. "We can quickly isolate him and defeat him before we need to engage the other fleets. Attacking them one by one... to prevent them being joined. That is our basic plan."

"Its a sound plan Jen! It could also back fire. As for this Admiral to be cunning, you haven't seen me in a fire fight have you? I'm surprised Andrew never told you about some of the fights I've been in."


"Admiral, Corneliuan fleet moving towards us!"

"What?" Admiral Isard growled. "Get them!"

Elements of the fleet detached and moved to intercept the enemy fleet. When in weapons range, they began to open fire, blasting away with deadly turbolasers, ion cannon and torpedo fire. The fleet then sent their fighters after the Corneliuans...

"Sir they are firing on us. Turbolasers, Ion Cannons, and torpedoes."

"Fire interceptors and knock as many of those torpedoes down as we can. All forces fire at will."

At the order, pulse cannons and high energy weapons from all ships begin to engage. The fighters break formation and begin to fire on the enemy fighters.

"Thanks." I pocketed it for later viewing. "How good of a pilot are you?"

We're about to go into battle, Eam. I think I'll place someone on your wing. I replied to the other Knight.

---"PSC, fire at will," Storm sent. As the Coredians turned to flank, Whooper cannon turned to present their adiamantite-tipped heads at the flagship. "Whoopers, fire," four heavy-duty azure beams shot at the Nighthawk, bigger brothers to those whch had destroyed an SSD at Vortex years ago.

Destroyers fired their point-singularities at the largest targets in range, Balls of unlight ripped towards the enemy capitol ships, blasting through everything in their way, growing larger with each ton of matter consumed, every terrajoule of shielding encountered.

"Sir! We're encountering heavy gravity! Singularities just consumed Earthshaker!"

"Very well, coast them as best you can!" The captain ordered.

"Yes sir!" One of the singularities came dangerously close, tearing away parts of the hull and killing a few crew before the flag moved on, trying to get firing solutions on the enemy flagship.

Hives, go," the armor of the Hive carriers seemed to come apart. Countless E-wings, Cosmo-Tigers, and Black Tigers shot from launch catapults, engaging their Coredian and Techonian counterparts with missiles and lasers.
As the fighters flew, fought, and died, Jedi pilots helped to deal with the commanders of the enemy squadrons, their abilities taxed to the max to deal with the enemy as "wolf packs" of gunships and Lancer cruisers were called in to help with the antifighter work.

Shields flickered. Ships died, hulls riddled with holes. Most of the Weyrean fleet was out of the field. Small groups of New Paradigm battlecruisers rushed forward, engaged enemy Star Destroyers, using their greater agility to come behind and beneath the ponderous craft, trying to outflank them, massive cannon blazing, hulls groaning as their pilots sent the 240-meter vessels into impossible maneuvers.

The Storm-class dreadnaughts shuddered from each salvo, slowly moving forward, engaging smaller enemy craft.

The Star Destroyers had some trouble with the more nimble battlecruisers, being extremely fast in a straight line, but not very agile in banking and turning. But that's what the Strike Cruisers are for. Smaller than the Destroyers by a good margin, they pack some serious firepower and agility to match the battlecruisers as they flanked the enemy and pounded them in pairs. All in all, the enemy and the Rebels were pretty evenly matched, except in numbers.

"Sir," A tech said. "Cannon is charge, and we have it in position, cannon is targetted on the Storm-class dreadnaught in their Rearguard. We can fire, and blow the shit out of that ship."

"Fire then," Jonas said.

The massive cannon powered up, the laser powerful enough to destroy a small planet. The front of the cannon glowed, and then fired, straight for Admiral Drozha Raz's flagship.

In the meantime, the Super Star Destroyer Iron Fist and her entourage of the 100 former Core Destroyers that made up the fleet exited hyperspace at another sector of the star system. Admiral Isard smirked as he relished the end of the Rebellion, the end of his former life under the Masaki clan. It was a simple plan for the Empire: surround the Rebels with the Imperial fleets, then squeeze them tightly until they suffocate. He called it Operation Anaconda.

"Sir, lead elements encountering mines. We're blasting through them as we speak, but some damage is to be expected."

"Very well. We are on schedule otherwise?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Move in."

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"Admiral, another Sith fleet has exited hyperspace. It's the Iron Fist!"

"The Iron Fist?" Admiral Rommel raised an eyebrow. "So, Isard has come back. This time, it will be to the end...Helm, bring the Rebellion about! Get the Corneliuans on the line, and ask them to detach a fleet to meet with the Iron Fist!"

The orders were sent out, as the great ship and it's fleet sped up to meet with the Iron Fist. Fighters on both sides already met, X-wing vs X-wing, Core traitors vs Core Rebels. The fighting was fierce, and it would only get worse as time goes on...


Mean wile as Starfleet command observed the battle they wanted to know if they could intervene … Weyr was involved as one of the Unions ally was involved … rob sat back in his chair aboard the massive 4000m dreadnought over looking 3 fleets that had gathered up each the same size .. he sighed and said “lets go in congress approved my request for war “ .. the other officers nodded knowing they will be in for one heck of a fight with that orders were sent out from the dreadnought to the 11th 12th 13th fleets to move out all fleets set a coruse to the Konoha .. with that several moments later they warped out and warped in behind enemy forces .. ships began braking off behind the enemy and started to attack swooping in from behind the massive fleet especially the dreadnought was firing every thing it had polarize beams phasers and torpedoes poured out of it form all directions teratons of fire galaxy classes launching torpedoes phasers and every thing they had at the Enemy isds. Counties beams of phasers and torpedoes flew at enemy forces (OOC : PEOPLE LISEN UP IM ATTAKCING EVRY ONE BUT COREWORLDS AND HIS ALLIES ..AND IM NOT ATTACKING WEYR get that striate

13th fleet
2 Sovereign class battle cruiser’s
8 galaxy class Cruisers
8 nebula class light cruisers
20 Arkia class cruisers
25 Marida class Destroyers
10 Exlsior class cruisers
20 Norway class Destroyers
20 Intrepid class light cruisers
50 new Orleans class frigates
10 ambassador class cruisers
100 defiant class attack ships
10 Prometheus class attack cruisers
10 pathfinder class attack cruisers
15 contusion class cruisers
20 Kanta class gun ships
1 pelagic class dreadnought
1 Lakota class super battle ship
8 Galaxy class dreadnoughts
5 mount Olympus class dreadnoughts
10 Excalibur class heavy cruisers
10 Nimtiz class CVSS carrier
8 Kelvin class heavy destroyers
11th fleet
2 Sovereign class battle cruiser’s
8 galaxy class Cruisers
8 nebula class light cruisers
20 Arkia class cruisers
25 Marida class Destroyers
10 Exlsior class cruisers
20 Norway class Destroyers
20 Intrepid class light cruisers
50 new Orleans class frigates
10 ambassador class cruisers
100 defiant class attack ships
10 Prometheus class attack cruisers
10 pathfinder class attack cruisers
15 contusion class cruisers
20 Kanta class gun ships
1 pelagic class dreadnought
1 Lakota class super battle ship
8 Galaxy class dreadnoughts
5 mount Olympus class dreadnoughts
10 Excalibur class heavy cruisers
10 Nimtiz class CVSS carrier
8 Kelvin class heavy destroyers
12th fleet
2 Sovereign class battle cruiser’s
8 galaxy class Cruisers
8 nebula class light cruisers
20 Arkia class cruisers
25 Marida class Destroyers
10 Exlsior class cruisers
20 Norway class Destroyers
20 Intrepid class light cruisers
50 new Orleans class frigates
10 ambassador class cruisers
100 defiant class attack ships
10 Prometheus class attack cruisers
10 pathfinder class attack cruisers
15 contusion class cruisers
20 Kanta class gun ships
1 pelagic class dreadnought
1 Lakota class super battle ship
8 Galaxy class dreadnoughts
5 mount Olympus class dreadnoughts
10 Excalibur class heavy cruisers
10 Nimtiz class CVSS carrier
8 Kelvin class heavy destroyers

"Thanks." I pocketed it for later viewing. "How good of a pilot are you?"

We're about to go into battle, Eam. I think I'll place someone on your wing. I replied to the other Knight.


Thanks, who with? he then asked. Eamonn checked that his systems were all functioning.

OOC:Wow, so your fleet can just magically appear on the other side of the galaxy behind my fleet in one post. You'll have to post more than fleet numbers, I'm ignoring that for now.

IC:

"Sir, main cannon is ready!"

"Good, destroy the space docks, then move in."

"Aye, sir."

The massive beam flew from the Imperium, and engulfed the space docks and retreating enemy ships. As soon as that was done, twenty SDs headed out to scout the planet.

"Thanks." I pocketed it for later viewing. "How good of a pilot are you?"

We're about to go into battle, Eam. I think I'll place someone on your wing. I replied to the other Knight.

((Weyrik))"Good enough," 'Kay' responded. "Why?"

"Sir, they're retreating!"

"So quickly? Hmmm, something strange is afoot. How long till the main gun is charged?"

"Twenty more minutes, sir."

"Order all ships to hold this space at all costs."

"Aye, sir."

The ships continued to fire on the enemy vessels as they fled, but stayed where they were. The main gun on the Imperium recharging.
"They aren't following?" A helmsman said.

"The commander isn't stupid. He knows something's up." The captain chided his young bridge crewmember. "We'll let him fire that weapon, then move in..."

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"Oh, he has, he has." Jennifer said. "I'm just saying that this is one big chess game, and the stakes are real high."

The Corneliuan fighters are in for a fight, for they are facing grey and black versions of the various -wings, as well as TIEs, gunboats and other small ships. The larger ships continued to join the battle, the various weapons intensifying as they loomed closer to each other...

"Oh, he has, he has." Jennifer said. "I'm just saying that this is one big chess game, and the stakes are real high."

The Corneliuan fighters are in for a fight, for they are facing grey and black versions of the various -wings, as well as TIEs, gunboats and other small ships. The larger ships continued to join the battle, the various weapons intensifying as they loomed closer to each other...


"Just like politics!" he said to her as he looked at the unfolding space battle. "Torpedo room. Fire off four high yield torpedoes at the Iron Fist! Lets shake them up abit."

"Yes sir."

Seconds later, the high yield torpedoes fired at the ship and detonated when it hit them.

"That'll make him mad. Notify Taskforce 7 to engage with high energy weapons on the Iron Fist! I want him to see that he is out of his league."

The ships of task force 7, 25 ships, open up with all of the high energy weapons they have.

((Weyrik))"Good enough," 'Kay' responded. "Why?"
"I want you on Knight Eamonn's wing as Rogue 6. He's over there." I said, pointing to the other young man. "I'm going to get ready. Pick out a spare fighter and wait for my signal."

I then jogged to the ready room. Captain Jameson of StarCom (Starfighter Command) was waiting for me as I suited up.

(OOc you know what screw it no one wants me in this thread any way all your going to do is ignore my post with out being recognized not that I’m whining I’m just sick of it . .well any way Doom ignore me right off the bad what a nice rper not even telling me i made a mistake its just TEH OMFG IGNORE well I’m leaving the thread sorry about this rant1 )

"Sir." I saluted.

"At ease, Commander. Listen, in the beginning of this war, your father created a plan that was extremely risky, but seems to be working so far. You see, hidden among Admiral Isard's fleet are ships that are actually loyal to us. If at any time we needed them, we would send in a code that only him, and now you, can use." Jameson told me the code. "You know what to do with it."

"Yes, sir. Thanks." I smiled. My dad really knows how to make plans like that.

"Reversion in 5...4...3...2...1!" The computer intoned, and we appeared as the Fedral Union began to flank Isard's forces. Isard seemed to be pretty mad, as large torpedoes impacted against his Super Star Destroyer and a task force advanced on him.

"Go, and may the Force be with you."

"And with you, Captain."

I ran out as pilots began to fly out of the hangar. "That's the signal, Kay! Rogues, let's go!"

I ran to my X-wing, checking to see that Rocky is latched securely, then I began preflight and initiated engine startup. Fuel finished filling up my tanks and then I started up the repulsarlifts, Kartion and Bryan soon doing the same. Next, I pointed the nose towards the exit, and flew out, engaging the sublight engines as I went...

Weyreans had found out that pure drone swarms were not nearly as effective as sentient pilots. That did not mean, however, that the concept had been completely discarded. Each pilot had two drone slaves -- little parasites carrying their own lasers and missiles and fully capable of holding their own against average fighter pilots. There was a strange logic to how

Small craft broke apart. Parasite missiles filled the space between Weyrean and Rebel capitol craft. An X-wing pilot found out the hard way that Weyran E-Wings had rear-facing turrets. Corvettes and PD destroyers moved in to cover friendly fighters. Ships-of-the-Line pounded at smaller craft, went toe-to-toe against Star Destroyers.

Soon space was filled with high-velocity debris and piece of ships, threatening to destroy uncautious pilots. New Paradigm battlecruisers fended off attacks from smaller Rebel craft, primary weapons blazing, point-defence guns trying to shoot down passing Rebel parasites, their high-velocity dance causing mid-space collisions with both Weyrean and enemy craft.

"Sir," A tech said. "Cannon is charge, and we have it in position, cannon is targetted on the Storm-class dreadnaught in their Rearguard. We can fire, and blow the shit out of that ship."

"Fire then," Jonas said.

The massive cannon powered up, the laser powerful enough to destroy a small planet. The front of the cannon glowed, and then fired, straight for Admiral Drozha Raz's flagship.

A passing New Paradigm cruiser was wiped from existance. A wing of parasites vaporized in an instant. The dreadnaught's shielding flared, flickered. Shield generators strained against their mountings. The dreadnaught's pilot sent his craft sideways, out of the weapon's path, too late to avoid heavy damage. It was out of the battle, save as a stationary platform whose guns would soon be disabled by more mundane shot.

"Red Star reports critical damage to drive sector," the comm tech reported to Storm. He nodded, ordered all point-singularity capable craft to fire at the three Techonian vessels. There were dozens of Ramirez-class destroyers, each with a forward-facing PSC cannon. They functioned as regular cruisers in the time between firings, but when they were fully charged....a score of point-singularities lanced towards the three Techonian dreadnaughts, some having to go through/past multiple enemy craft to get to their targets.

Small Whooper cannon beams lanced at the Coredian and Techonian craft. Their cannon were weaker than those of their larger brethren, though not by much.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

The controls were familiar, although the craft lacked the neural links that allowed Weyrean pilots near-instant reactions in combat.

I ran out as pilots began to fly out of the hangar. "That's the signal, Kay! Rogues, let's go!"

((Weyrik))"Erm....I hope he means we're [expletive] taking off," she muttered. Pressure seals hissed. She scanned the controls, flicked a few switches, pointed the craft towards the exit, brought the sublight drives online, and tried to remember two years worth of sims and general training.

OOC: CW, is it time to bring in my fleet?

OOC:Wow, so your fleet can just magically appear on the other side of the galaxy behind my fleet in one post. You'll have to post more than fleet numbers, I'm ignoring that for now.

IC:

"Sir, main cannon is ready!"

"Good, destroy the space docks, then move in."

"Aye, sir."

The massive beam flew from the Imperium, and engulfed the space docks and retreating enemy ships. As soon as that was done, twenty SDs headed out to scout the planet.
...

I ran out as pilots began to fly out of the hangar. "That's the signal, Kay! Rogues, let's go!"

I ran to my X-wing, checking to see that Rocky is latched securely, then I began preflight and initiated engine startup. Fuel finished filling up my tanks and then I started up the repulsarlifts, Kartion and Bryan soon doing the same. Next, I pointed the nose towards the exit, and flew out, engaging the sublight engines as I went...

Alarms blared throughout the other Star Destroyers. David and the other Knights with him (such as Odcal and a few others) ran towards the hangar of the other ISD. They all got in a X-Wing and took off as soon as they could counting for the fact that they had to put their flight suits while the Crew Chiefs loaded extra weapons on-board.

"All right Jedi Squadron. Time to kick it! Let's go!" David screamed over his commlink as he took off towards the battle.

The Klingtonian Fleet was almost to there destination, the Admiral had ordered all Soldiers to there battle stations. When they reverted to Real Space they began to survey the surrounding area, They saw the Doomingsland and they saw the Weyrians. Both Formidable enemys, but they had acquired a lot of new ships to support their fleet. Tasak had fought against Sith Fleets before, and found them somewhat challenging, but that was win he couldnt use the full force of his fleet against the enemy. He decided to focus upon the Doomingslandians.
"Merge Ships and Charge the Hyper Cannon, Release Fighters and send them into the enemy, Have 3 quarters of the ships fire there torpedos and cannons straight at the enemy, then have the other quarter wait for about a second and fire torpedos around the enemy and attack them from behind. Prepare the Flinge Darts and on my order launch them into the enemy."
And with that the orders began to be carried out...
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A smaller Klington transport fleet arrived near the 4th Planet of Konoha, they opened up a ComLink.
"3 Million Klington Soldiers have arrived and our ready to help defend the Planet, where do you want them?"
The Klington Soldiers were then depoisited on the Planet of Konoha.

OOC: Eamonn's with me.

IC: "All right. S-foils in attack position!" I ordered, for the fighters with S-foils (X-wing, B-wing, E-wing). "Accelerate to attack speed!"

Flying in formation, Rogue Squadron flew ahead, turbolasers from the Sovereign and her small number of escorts already blasting away at the fleet of the Iron Fist, oddly missing a few Star Destroyers.

I saw a squadron coming after us. "Break now!"

It was chaos next. The lead pilot was in an X-wing, and I went after him, while Kartion shot at the wingman. We played a little chicken, whittling away at the shields before breaking. I banked and found him in my crosshairs, but he juked, trying to break the lock I had on him. I hung on his tail, letting the Force guide me...then spears of red laser bolts broke through his shields and hit the fusion engines, blowing him apart. I banked and began to search out other targets...

Meanwhile, the Sovereign was warming up it's superlaser, but isn't ready to fire yet. Instead, it would aid the Rebellion and Destructor in pounding the Iron Fist and her two Elite Star Destroyer escorts. Meter-thick beams of green destructive energy blasted back and forth between the behemoths as the smaller ships and fighters darted between and around them. The battle continues to rage, and point-blank assaults were starting to occur as the fleets joined, raining bolts at each other...

IC:

"Sir, main cannon is ready!"

"Good, destroy the space docks, then move in."

"Aye, sir."

The massive beam flew from the Imperium, and engulfed the space docks and retreating enemy ships. As soon as that was done, twenty SDs headed out to scout the planet.
"At least they were empty." The captain shrugged. "We'll be able to rebuild."

Admiral Pellaeon of the Chimaera watched the enemy Destroyers scout the planet with amusement and ordered a single word. "Execute."

Two massive beams of energy suddenly split the sky, aiming for the Imperium as the main Rebel fleet decloaked on the Doom flanks, thanks to Ninja holographic technology. Over 200 ships appeared, and tossed so much turbolaser and ion bolt energy into the scout ships and into the Doomingsland ranks that they'd be hard-pressed to react. The two Super Star Destroyers, Emperor and Hellfire just let loose with massive blasts of thick green bolts, tearing into the Doom fleet, along with the Battleships Light Side and Eclipse, who currently are recharging their superlasers after those two full-blast shots. The Doom fleet has fallen into the trap!

Meanwhile, faint signatures would be barely seen on sensors, like ghosts...

The Corneliuan Navy continues to pound away at the Iron Fist! Missiles and torpedoes fly across at the two navies causing damage to all ships involved. The Destructor was rocked with hits from turbolasers, ion cannons, and torpedoes with the torpedoes causing damage to the outer portion of the ship.

"Sir! We are receiving minimal damage to the hull. Thank God for the organic technology."

"Agreed" Server said as the ship was rocked by another hit. "But to many of those and we'll be in trouble. Helm, Manuever the ship to present our Port side to the enemy. Tactical, when the manuever is done, fire every weapon on that side. Its time that we cross the tee and end this."

When the manuever was done, every weapon on the ship opened up on the Iron Fist! The other ships continued to fire what weapons they have, pouring massive amounts of energy into it.

Eamonn pulled up as an x-wing tailed him, then it was he who was doing the tailing. He looked on and began firing, the other pilot jinked left and right to try and lose Eamonn but with all the sweet dripping down his face, the Jedi hung on his tail. At one point, the x-wing pilot turned a sharp left, but Eamonn was ready and swung his wing fighter around and followed him once again. The x-wing didn't last much longer and Eamonn went after his next target.

OOC: Fixed
IC:
David, Odcal, and this Jedi Knight by the name of Bourgoin were following behind a flight of TIE Interceptors.

"All right, on my mark, take down the wingmen and I'll kill of the lead."

"Roger." Odcal and Bourgoin replied in unison.

"Three...two...one...MARK!" David said while letting off a volley of red laser fire. Three TIEs were destroyed, one shot hitting a cockpit, and the remaining three were caught cold.

"WE'VE GOT 'EM NOW!" David screamed like they were in the movie Midway. "Let's get them! YEEEHAW!"

The three TIEs banked hard, but were locked on by proton torpedoes. The three fired, killing the TIEs within a matter of seconds.

Admiral Isard was not happy finding himself surrounded by several fleets. Destroyer after Destroyer either blew up or was disabled, taken out of the fight. The Rogues were even decimating his best fighter squadrons! He ordered a Star Destroyer squadron to deal with the Fedral fleet any way possible.

With that anger, he was dangerous. Dangerous enough to order gravitic weapons loaded in the torpedo bays. Dangerous enough to kill the officer who objected, on grounds of the enemy being too close to safely fire those weapons. He wanted the Rebels dead, and he wanted them dead NOW!

"On my mark, fire!" Isard roared, firing solutions made on the Rebel and Corneliuan fleets. Then, the Destructor blasted into the Iron Fist, trading energy blasts with the turbolaser cannons on the side, the rumbling reaching into the bridge. Hull breaches and fires were reported, but the evil Admiral ignored them. "FIRE!"

Several blue torpedo streaked out into the enemy ranks. The Rebellion shot down one of them, but the others sped into the middle of the fleet and detonated in a flash of gamma radiation. Seconds later, black holes appeared, growing rather quickly and orange flame-like accretion discs revolved around the black holes, showing the rotation speed and direction. Fighters and smaller capital ships were able to avoid the event horizons, but larger ships were caught, broken apart and consumed.

"No way! Guys, watch out for those things!" I ordered, as the black holes appeared. The Rogues skirted around the black holes, using the gravity as slingshots to continue after the enemy fighters.

Then, I decided that now was the time. I switched frequencies to the secret one Jameson gave me, and sent a code to the Star Destroyer list that I was given. "I have returned."

Now, I awaited their response...

"I hope my family's not on one of those." David said referring to a capital ship that had just been destroyed.

"Let's worry about ourselves right now. I'm sure they're fine!" Odcal screamed as they neered a black hole.

"Hit hyperspace!" David yelled and what remained of his squadron attempted to do so. Only seven of the original twelve remained. One was shot down and the rest failed to make it a safe distance before the black holes formed.

"Uh, no can do Chief." Bourgoin stated.

"Crap...Let's get some revenge then. Find out where those gravs came from and let's destroy it!" Odcal shouted.

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The Miles family was rushing forth. They were aboard the ISD Rebellion when the fighting broke out. They were about to leave when the squadrons took off.

"GOOD LUCK DADDY!" Jenna screamed as David and his squadron took off with her and sister's boyfriends among them.

A few minutes after all the fighters had taken off, the shuttle was finally prepared for launch.

"GRAVITON MISSILES! GET THOSE SHUTTLES OUT OF HERE!" one Technical Sergeant screamed. The shuttles took off rapidly and had entered exited seconds before the whole hangar erupted into flames.

OOC: Sorry. As I said earlier, I'm horrible at space battles because the thechnolgy currently does not exist so I'm forced to listen to each player's version of a superweapon and it all kinda gets blurred in my mind. It would help if we had an OOC thread where we could post weapon statistics as I have no IM service.

OOC: fixed

IC:

"Jedi lead, Jedi six here."

"Go ahead Odcal."

"We have a possible trace on the ship that ordered the launch of those gravs."

"Good job O...now make sure and then we'll go kill it."

OOC: *smacks head* I knew we forgot something, lol. Ok. My gravitic weapons are like this:
http://homepage.ntlworld.com/dani.fernandez-moure/MPK02/MPK02-586.jpg

Powerful enough to rip apart planets and eat 'em. But these ones are the fleet-killer kinds, much smaller. But just do what I do and slingshot around with the space-time flow.

IC:
Elite Star Destroyer Megalodon...

One of the few ships who managed to escape serious damage, Captain Thomas Keegan looked out in anger at the insanity of the Admiral. He wanted to do something, anything, but he couldn't unless the Masakis sent the code.

"Sir. We got a coded message. One of the Rebel starfighters just sent this." The comms officer said, looking confused.

The Captain took one good look, and smiled. That's it, exactly!

"Crew, we have new orders. Concentrate all firepower on point X263, Y322, Z453. Order the Raptor, Deinonychus, and Serpent fleets to do so as well! Oh, and lock down the bridge."

"But...but sir! That's the Iron Fist!" Sensors argued.

Keegan grinned and turned on the ship intercom. "Exactly. The Masakis are now our leaders once again, and we must stop the traitor! Fire, on the Super Star Destroyer!"

There was an immediate scuffling on board, as Imperials were shot trying to stop the mutiny.

The 30 Star Destroyers that now turned against the Empire stopped firing upon the enemy, and immediately opened fire upon the Iron Fist, turning the tide of this battle...

"Incoming object, what the hell?" A tech said. "What is that thing.... I don't know, it might be a bomb...or an energy beam or hell I don't know?! A black hole!?"

"A what?" Jonas asked calmly, but with an edge in his voice.

"We have a blackhole something or other coming straight for us!" The tech yelled.

"Get us out of here!" Jonas yelled. "All Pride class ships pull out!"

The Strength and Glory were already clear, so they got out fast, the Pride however, was hit on the back right as it started entering, a giant chunk was ripped off the back, but it entered hyperspace, badly damaged.

"Incoming object, what the hell?" A tech said. "What is that thing.... I don't know, it might be a bomb...or an energy beam or hell I don't know?! A black hole!?"

"A what?" Jonas asked calmly, but with an edge in his voice.

"We have a blackhole something or other coming straight for us!" The tech yelled.

"Get us out of here!" Jonas yelled. "All Pride class ships pull out!"

The Strength and Glory were already clear, so they got out fast, the Pride however, was hit on the back right as it started entering, a giant chunk was ripped off the back, but it entered hyperspace, badly damaged.

OOC:
Did you read the above posts?
The gravity is amplified in Hyperspace, you cant escape into it.
Oh sorry, CW deleted it, anyways, you cant escape into Hyperspace when a black hole is near by.

OOC:
Did you read the above posts?
The gravity is amplified in Hyperspace, you cant escape into it.
Oh sorry, CW deleted it, anyways, you cant escape into Hyperspace when a black hole is near by.
OOC: Actually, that's a safety feature built into the engines' computers to keep them from ramming into a big mass shadow, from large asteroids to planets to black holes. the feature can be turned off, but is not recommended.

Ooc:
I Was Under The Impression It Was Gravity And Not Objects That Threatened Hyperdrive, Okay keyboard seems to be fixed now.

OOC: Gravity projects into hyperspace as mass shadows. The bigger the gravity's strength, the more dangerous it is, because then it strains the ship going FTL and likely tears it apart. Not 100% guaranteed, but still a good chance of that happening. In any case, he's lucky. ;)

OOC: And what can I say, I'm a lucky guy :P

Ooc:
I Was Under The Impression It Was Gravity And Not Objects That Threatened Hyperdrive, Okay keyboard seems to be fixed now.

OOC:
Traversing deep gravitational gradiants at superluminal speeds is equivilent to subjecting your ship to gravitational weaponry. ie, NOT part of a healthy lifestyle.

*TAGs for reading*

The Destructor shook greatly. Alarms sounded on all decks.

"Back us up now. High velocity turn to starboard."

When the manuever was accomplished he quickly got back into his chair. "Tac, do we still have weapons?"

"Only on the starboard side. Port weapons are gone."

Sir this is main engineering! Jump engines are gone, propulsion is down to 25%! Whatever the hell that hit us, it shook things pretty bad over here.

He quickly scanned the reports that came across his desk. "Thank God for Organic Technology. According to this, we'd be dead now. Ok Back towards the fight. Sensors, how many ships we lose from that hit?"

"Roughlyt 25 sir. Caught in the initial explosion. Other ships are showing signs of various degrees of damage."

"Have the most heavily damage ships back off. Order all secondary vessels to join the ranks."

"Sir, we lost 4 squads of fighters too."

"Shit! Have all remaining fighters regroup and to attack again. I want that ship out of my space NOW!"

Admiral Server isn't very happy with the news spreading across his consol. "Tac, can we still target that ship?"

"Barely sir but autotracking is severly damaged."

"Target that ship with a ant-matter torpedo and aim it amid ships. As CO of the Military, I can authorize it. Commodare? Do you acknowledge the order?"

"Yes sir."

"Code please"

"Commmadore authorization code Beta Zeta 4 6 9 Alpha!"

Code recognized, need one more before authorization is granted to arm anti-matter torpedo

"Server Alpha one niner two seven delta"

Code acknowledged! Anti-matter torpedo is active.

"Tac, target 1 anti-matter torpedo." When he got word that it was done, he ordered it launched. "Fire it"

Moments later the torpedo launched at the ship.

"All SHips! Stand by for an anti-matter torpedo explosion"

The antimatter torpedo sped for the Super Star Destroyer, passing through a portion where the shields have failed. It dodged what turbolaser fire could hit it and impacted upon the hull and bore in several meters before detonating.

An explosion much like a nuke, but a lot smaller rumbled through the Iron Fist, incinerating everything for a mile through the SSD. Massive hull breaches were reported, and the Admiral was about to have a stroke, so mad he was.

I smirked and had an idea of how to really stick it to the Admiral, permanently. "Rogues, form up on me and acknowledge."

"Rogue 2 reporting." Kartion said.

"Rogue 3 reporting." Bryan replied.

"Rogue 4 reporting." A Shivastian growled.

And so on.

I banked towards the Super Star Destroyer, flicking a switch to speak with the Admiral. "Hello, Admiral. I see you're losing. Care to give up?"

"How dare you speak to me that way, Masaki brat!" The Admiral spat. "I'll kill you!"

"I don't think so, Admiral. I offer you about..." I checked the distance and my speed and calculated the time. "2 minutes to surrender, or else I'll destroy the bridge."

The Admiral's eyes grew wide. "You wouldn't dare."

"Rogues Squadron, prepare for attack run upon the Iron Fist! Jedi and other squadron, back us up! 1 minute 30 seconds! "

"Take them down!" The admiral ordered, but we were too nimble for the turbolasers and laser cannons. We juked left and right, avoiding the lasers. "Someone shoot them down."

Fighters tried to attack, but they were run down by the backup squadrons, the way clear for us.

"1 minute!" I called out again, the Admiral looking angry and scared, but I had to give it to him, he hasn't surrendered.

The Super Star Destroyer was heavily damaged now. Turbolasers continued to rain down upon it, but a path was clear for us.

"30 seconds! Bye, bye, Admiral!" I grinned, cutting the communications. We zoomed over the superstructure of the Iron Fist, descending into a trench that ran down the center of the SuperStar, dodging energy bolts and accelerating.

"Link torpedos! Fire on my mark!" I ordered, and linked mine so that they fire two at a time. The bridge loomed closer and closer. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

"Fire!" I zoomed out of the trench, crosshaired the bridge windows, pressed the trigger, and two blue-white orbs shot out. Then more torpedoes shot forward until there were 24 and the surprised Admiral was killed instantly when they hit and detonated.

"Hell yeah!" I shouted, flying to get out of the way of the Super Star Destroyer as it died violently.

The detonations completely obliterated the bridge, and waves of fire ran down the neck of the bridge, incinerating everything in it's path, and spreading through the superstructure. Turbolasers from the Rebellion and turncoating Star Destroyers finished it off, and it blew up spectacularly, breaking up into little pieces.

"Whoo!" I sighed. One down, a few more to go.

"Sir scratch one SSD"

A cheer rang out through the ship as the news spread.

"Good. Now let us tackle the rest of this fleet. Tac, change targets and engage the rest of the enemy forces."

"yes sir."

The ships started individual targeting of the surviving enemy ships and begin to pepper them with a barrage of torpedoes and high energy weapons.

He turned to Jennifer. "You have a nasty bump there Jennifer. I think you should report to sickbay or I can have the doctor come up here to look you over as well as the kids."

"Thank you, Admiral." Jennifer said, and she was smiling. "That's my boy. If only Andrew could see what he did..."

"All right, Danny!" Taylor pumped fists in the air as the SSD's fires died.

"I wish I could do that, Brother." Jacob said.

"Oh, we will someday. We will!" Taylor grinned wide.

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With the loss of the Iron Fist and the death of most of the fleet, the other Star Destroyers (10) had no choice but to surrender and allow the Rebellion fleet to assimilate them. All Imperials were either dead or thrown in the brig by now. The Sith Knights are the hardest to kill, but the Jedi were sent to deal with them as we speak.

As the fleet finished and made what repairs it could, the Rogues returned to the Sovereign to reload and refuel.

"Good work, kid." Captain Jameson said, beaming as I descended for a little R & R.

"Thank you, sir." I grinned. "'Course, that's just the beginning. We got more work to do."

"We're on it." The captain promised.

After a quick meal of MREs and fruit juice and the fighters reloaded, we headed back into space, flanking the Sovereign and the newly grown fleet of the Rebellion. Our next target: the Weyreans. Now these guys are tougher, as the Nighthawk could attest to, if it survived...

By the way, remember the black hole? It disappeared in five minutes, so it's safe to travel the area now.

Finally after almost half an hour since the battle began with a joyous thunder Imperial reinforcements had arrived. Extending over the space scape a vast wall of star destroyers and gun ships dominated the battle. Inside the mass of smooth lined hulls three command ships lurked each one equipped with its own Grand Admiral, the bane of the rebellion.

“Sir we have reverted back into real space, orders?” Captain Malin asked.

“Nothing as yet captain we are going to asses the situation then we will decide what to do. How are our allies doing.?”

“We are receiving reports that the Weyrian and Dommingsland forces are holding their own however Admiral! We have ships under Admiral Issards forces betraying the Empire, we are receiving frantic reports that they have taken control of the bridge!.”

Thrawn merely looked a little satisfied, he was wondering why the rebellion had not implemented this strategy before, but then again without Andrew Masaki perhaps they had forgotten about it. Getting up to a communications console Thrawn sent a tight beam transmission to each Star Destroyer. “Imperial Gold 111221 MARK FIVE THRAWN activate” A small background program undetectable to rebellion forces had been implemented in every treasonous Star destroyer once Coreworlds fell, it was the emperors way of insuring his ships would never betray him. It was the emperors way of making sure allies remained allies. On board the now Imperial Star Destroyers control would quickly be given to the secondary bridges while the primary ones would simply shut down until internal security could resolve the lack of belief in the command structure.

The battle was a mess with all the fleets entangled in amongst each other wihich could be considered a Grand Admirals play ground for tactical finesse. “Very well Thrawn sighed. Order Grand Admiral Tarkin and Grand Admiral Moral to separate them from our forces. I want them to begin to surround the enemy fleets, envelope them. Have all Tie fighters launched and assemble the tactical claw formation and implement plan 443. After that is assured we will order the bombers to move in and make short work of the enemies larger capital ships.” A large surround sound of “Yes Sir”, erupted

OOC: Uh, hi, Bob-bob. lol. Oh, and I thought it was only the SSDs that had the secondary bridges. ISDs would be too small...

Every ISD/SSD has two bridges the ISD second bridge is main engineering.

"Sir we have a problem!" His tactics officer stated.

"What now Lieutenant?"

"More ships jumped into the system and they're not friendly I can tell you that. Sir, they're imperial reinforcements!"

"Our fighters reloaded?"

"Yes sir."

"Launch them."

When the fighters were launched, his tactical officer continued. "Sir it looks like they are trying to surround us."

"Well, that'll complicate matters. Continue with the original plan until I state otherwise."

"Yes sir."

The fleet moved on to its next target with Taskforce 9 keeping an eye on the Imperial Reinforcements.

With the main bridges offline, more scuffles broke out as Internal Security tried to retake the bridge. But the reality is, that reinforcements easily came from the other, Rebel ships, and most of the Star Destroyers, including the Megalodon, returned to Core control with the help of several engineers. Here's how it broke down.

25 Star Destroyers were able to get to the main engineering and regain control to the bridge, being Rebel ships before being Sith. It helps that computers were purged and needed to be restored with the basic programs and other items needed.

10 Star Destroyers had major internal fights occur within their hulls that had to be dealt with by the Marines and the Jedi. Five of them returned to Sith control and had to be dealt with summarily.

5 also returned to Sith control, and they escaped back to the Sith ranks.

So, we were down 10 ships.

OOC: Can I join? Have Daniel call Lord JWolf. And I can bring my Sith hunting fleet in and kick a**es.

My Sith hunting thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=375969)

The remainder of the Techon fleet still aided with the battle, on both sides of the fleet, front and back, they pushed in. Fighters dodged around the bigger ships, chasing after, or being chased, by enemy fighters. Starheads, much shaped like a Star Destroyer but much smaller just a one man fighter, were the main fighters used in Techon fleets. T-Wings, being the missile boats, were not as common, but were seen a lot. X2 fighters, being shaped exactly like an X, with laser cannons on the end of each wing. Were the secondary fighters.

The pushed the Weyr fleet into a smaller, and smaller space.

"At least they were empty." The captain shrugged. "We'll be able to rebuild."

Admiral Pellaeon of the Chimaera watched the enemy Destroyers scout the planet with amusement and ordered a single word. "Execute."

Two massive beams of energy suddenly split the sky, aiming for the Imperium as the main Rebel fleet decloaked on the Doom flanks, thanks to Ninja holographic technology. Over 200 ships appeared, and tossed so much turbolaser and ion bolt energy into the scout ships and into the Doomingsland ranks that they'd be hard-pressed to react. The two Super Star Destroyers, Emperor and Hellfire just let loose with massive blasts of thick green bolts, tearing into the Doom fleet, along with the Battleships Light Side and Eclipse, who currently are recharging their superlasers after those two full-blast shots. The Doom fleet has fallen into the trap!

Meanwhile, faint signatures would be barely seen on sensors, like ghosts...
"I thought so..." muttered the Admiral as his ship shook. "Order all ships to open fire, divide the fleet, evasive maneuvers."

The fleet almost automatically opened fire on the rebel fleet, losing 67 star destroyers on initial contact. The rebels were still outnumbered by a very large margin, however, and wouldn't be able to last long against the massive fleet.

SSDs fired their main guns, massive subspace distortion beams, capable of tearing through shielding as if it were nonexistant, and doing horrible things to the crew within, while the ISDs returned fire with ion cannons and turbo lasers.

The Imperium had been badly damaged, but nanites were quickly able to repair hullbreaches and get most systems back online, and soon space was filled with thousands of torpedoes as it let loose on a formation of ISDs.

"Rogue Lead," Rogue 9 said. "We got contacts. Lots of contacts."

"Where?"

"Sitting at the edge of the system. Sovereign tracked them and reports that there's more than 2000, repeat 2000 contacts starting to move in."

"Shit." I cursed. It's the Sith. I could feel them. My mind raced. "Concentrate on the Weyreans! Watch their singularities! We'll deal with Thrawn as needed. Sovereign, try to contact the other allies, see if they can get to the system."

"Right away, Commander."

I sat back in my cockpit, my brain working overtime. "Rocky, get me solutions on the nearest enemy squadrons."

The droid whistled affirmatively, as we sped forward...

"Shit." I cursed. It's the Sith. I could feel them. My mind raced. "Concentrate on the Weyreans! Watch their singularities! We'll deal with Thrawn as needed. Sovereign, try to contact the other allies, see if they can get to the system."

"Right away, Commander."


OOC: Was that for me?

As the Vast fleet of Star Destroyers sailed around the enemy fleet they watched as the Coreworldian traitors joining the Rebel ranks. Obviously in a computer restart of something as vast as an Imperial Star Destroyers computer core it would be almost an hour before they regained complete control of the vessels. With only manned turbo lasers and the most basic of engines available all they were was floating platforms.

Grand Admiral Thrawn was once again consulting his vast memory of tactics and plans designed for this form of encounter. His allies were fighting bravely but sadly they were not fighting well enough. The Weyr forces were being pounded upon by a vast amount of fire power and the Doom forces were not much better. Now it was time to strike. With the fleet now divided into three parts Grand Admiral Thrawn ordered the closing of the net. From the front and both sides the enemy was hit by almost two thousand ships. The vast hulls of the command ships and Star Destoryers made their way towards the enemy blanketed by their own suppressive fire of hundreds of thousands of ion cannon and turbo lasers bolts. Proton torpedoes flew, Seismic charges were launched and always the ever pressing shadow of the Heavy turbo lasers loomed.

The vast formation of capital ships was a force to fear in itself but next came the droids. As hyperspace tugs emerged from the innards of the Empire Hundreds of thousands of droid starfighters swarmed the rebellion. Though not as effective as manned craft they more than made up for their lack in tactical finesse in sheer numbers.

With the allied fleets in the very centre now surrounded by the rebellion and with Thrawns fleet moving from all sides the rebels were now the ones surrounded.

SSD Hellfire

Grand Admiral Thrawn sat almost motionless, staring at one of the Coreworldians greatest works or art. Taken from a captured vessel Thrawn had it placed within his own private quarters, now brought to the bridge, it gave him all that he needed in order to understand them. The picture of some long dead Jedi standing on top of a cliff slaying a demon. In the distance a small town could be seen, weak and poor. Broken from his concentration Thrawn noticed captain Malin coming towards him with a report. “The star Destroyer Punisher reports that its starboard shields are about to fail Admiral.” Malin looked a little confused. What did this man see form all of the rebellions art he thought to himself.

“Captain have all starboard batteries target the enemy destroyer designated B1/CA’s starboard turbolaser batteries. Just diable their ability to fire. The Punisher will then tractor the Destroyer along side it and use it as cover until its shields regenerate.”

“Dispatching orders now sir.” Malin said as a vast shudder erupted beneath his feet as the batteries opened fire.

"I thought so..." muttered the Admiral as his ship shook. "Order all ships to open fire, divide the fleet, evasive maneuvers."

The fleet almost automatically opened fire on the rebel fleet, losing 67 star destroyers on initial contact. The rebels were still outnumbered by a very large margin, however, and wouldn't be able to last long against the massive fleet.

SSDs fired their main guns, massive subspace distortion beams, capable of tearing through shielding as if it were nonexistant, and doing horrible things to the crew within, while the ISDs returned fire with ion cannons and turbo lasers.

The Imperium had been badly damaged, but nanites were quickly able to repair hullbreaches and get most systems back online, and soon space was filled with thousands of torpedoes as it let loose on a formation of ISDs.
"They may outnumber us, but we can still fight." Admiral Uchicha said. "Ready the Shuriken Cannons! Aim for the bridge and vital spots of the commandship! We must cripple them beyond what they can repair!"

Though still cloaked, the Hokage-class battleships were readying to throw their asteroids (20m in diameter, iron-nickel core) at the enemy commandship. The cannons warmed up, the first asteroids locked and ready to fire.

"Fire!" Sasuke ordered.

The asteroids shot forward, accelerating faster and faster with the magnetics until they exited the barrel, at near C. Five asteroids streaked for the Imperium, at high relativistic speeds, from five Hokage-class battleships. Incidently, they and their Shinobi cruisers dropped their cloaks and raised their shields, opening fire with turbolasers and antiship railcannons. The turbolasers will weaken the shields, while the railcannons hole the hulls.

OOC: Was that for me?
OOC: Yes. for you and -Noir-, when he comes in.

OOC: Yes. for you and -Noir-, when he comes in.

OOC: Ok.

IC:

Aboard the WASF The Destroyer of the Sith.....

Lord JWolf sat in his chair on the bridge.

"My Lord, Coreworlds needs us at this location." said a comms man.

"Sent the location to our other ships." order Lord JWolf.

After the location was sent to the other WASF ships, the WASF The Destroyer of the Sith enter Slipstream and was followed the other ships.

ETA is 4 mins.

OOC2: I have a big fleet coming. Look at my first post in my My Sith hunting thread (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=375969)

Warp portals and Hyperspace fluctuations seemed ready to tear space apart as the vast Chronosian fleet; Battlefleet Chronosia, Battlefleet Hydran and Battlefleet Rex ripped into the battle.
Countless star destroyers, Battle Barges, Heavy Cruisers and other war ships of the Imperium surged forward to aid their allies.
Upon the central bridge, adorned as befitting a God, was the Emperor Marcus De Drakan himself; to his side, his chosen son, Remiel.
"My children, Space Marines born of my flesh, Imperial Guard, decreed by my will. Today we surge forward to victory or death. We bring either the end of the rebellion or ourselves. But I tell you, by my guiding light, we shall not falter. You are my hands, my warriors, my children...And through these many years and battles; I have been proud. Tonight...We fight."
Cheers rose up from every ship; Prayers and chants rose up on every communications channel. great weapons hummed and throbbed like drums of war; engines flared; all seemed quiet for a second, and then in a hail of turbo lazer, ion cannon and lance fire, space exploded outwards from the vast battlefleets.

4 mins have passed and WASF The Destroyer of the Sith, a Great Wolf Super Battleship (http://home.wlu.edu/~overholtzerc/swguides/images/eclipse1.gif), exits Slipstream close to the Weyr fleet and the other 81 WASF ships exits after the WASF The Destroyer of the Sith. All ship have full shields on.

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Aboard the WASF The Destroyer of the Sith.....

"Hail, the closest Coreworlds ship." order Lord JWolf.

A channel was opened.

"Coreworldians, y'all have some more allies. How do we attack?" asked Lord JWolf.