NationStates Jolt Archive

In Liberty City, Corneliuan Prime, President Server was pacing his office. He was still wondering about his beloved ally Coreworlds. He assembled his cabinet and military commanders to discuss his plan to liberate them from the clutches of the empire.

"We all know that this will not be easy. This fight will be bloody but if we embark on it, we must not let the death toll get in the way."

"Agreed!" his Secretary of Defense said. "Coreworlds has got to be liberated. They have been an ally for far to long to leave them in the hands of the Empire. We have waited to long as it is but then again, there wasn't much we could do. Now we can."

"Sir, taxes will have to increase though and that would require legislative measures."

"Don't worry about them. When our forces cross the border, I will be standing at the pulpit on the floor and giving a speech as to why I launched the attack. I'm sure that they will support it."

A few hours more of deliberations resulted in full agreement to launch an attack to liberate Coreworlds from the clutches of the Empire.

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On board his flagship Destructor, Admiral James Server was in his ready room when a flash coded "Admiral Eyes Only" messege crossed his desk from the SecDefs office. After reading the messege, his eyes widen. After reading more, he quickly left the ready room and entered the bridge.

"Helm, set a course for the Corellia trade route."

The ensign gave him a weird look. "The Corellia Trade Route sir?"

"You have your orders Ensign! Now carry them out."

"Aye sir."

Moments later, the fleet, all 40 vessels, made the jump to hyperspace and the randevuez coordinates to meet up with a few more vessels.

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Back on Corneliuan Prime, President John Server was on the floor of the Congress.

"....And that is why I have decided to issue the orders to begin the liberation of CoreWorlds. Not only are they family, but they have been a long time ally of our nation and have helped us in our hour of need. I am asking for your full and unconditional support for what we are going to do."

When he concluded and began to leave the lecturn, the Congress erupted into applause. Though by rule there has to be a debate, the debate lasted for two hours and both houses voted to support the liberation of CoreWorlds.

OOC: Oo! Oo! I want in! I want in! There's a DawnRunner fleet over Corneliuan Prime keeping a satellite's eye view on Kelvin's training and otherwise mingling with people in general on the surface, think they'd notice any odd ship movements?

When the first Rebellion had been crushed at Konoha, the Empire had thought they defeated the former Core Navy and all ships were accounted for. They were wrong. Or so Commodore Jerry Kilvan thought. Commander of the only remaining fleet of 20 that survived the Rebellion, the Captain was not pleased when the leadership ordered all ships to stand down and report at Kuat Drive Yards for repairs and an accounting of all ships. He ordered his fleet to jump to hyperspace and make it look random, seemingly to disappear off the face of the galaxy.

Now, with the wretched Black Order looking for him, and the crew close to mutiny without a victory and feeling homesick himself, he had to figure out some way of dealing with the Empire, as well as the people who have probably turned their backs on any attempts at rebellion, now that the Empire is pampering them. But the spirit of rebellion is still alive in the Commodore and his officers, if only marginally. They have decided, that if they cannot find a clear line to victory soon, they will go their separate ways and try to live any way they can, even if it means becoming pirates themselves...

Admiral Server was looking around his bridge when his helm officer shouted, "Sir, we are approaching the beginning of the Corellia Trade Route."

"Very well ensign! Jump us to normal space and wait. Communications, I need you to check and see if any of our other ships have arrived. Weapons, move to standby mood. I don't know if the enemy is there but I want to be ready just in case. Secure all systems and lets get this party started."

Moments later, the battlegroup jumped to normal space. Waiting on the other end was the Liberty Task Force. The Task Force Commander, Commadore Perry, immediately hailed the battle group.

After a few minute conversation, it was decided to send in one cloaked ship to look around. The combined fleet only brought 3 of them along but it was decided to scout out the area that they will be jumping into incase of traps.

When the discussion was over, the fleet formed up and prepared to make a move to liberate their beloved ally.

The fleet approached Coreworlds space but before they got there, they jumped out a few lightyears shy.

All the ships of the excursion fleet were there.

"Sir, we have taken up station. There apparently is a mine field right near our target destination."

"Thanks." Server stated as he looked at the new data. He called a staff meeting to discuss the situation.

All the ship COs arrived at the meeting and the door was sealed shut.

"We all know why we are here. Our purpose is to liberate CoreWorlds and to bring back self rule to them. Problem is, we're going to have to take out that minefield so we can get to where we need to go."

"Sir, I suggest we send in our cloaked ships and see how bad this minedfield is. Perhaps we could go around it?"

"According to scans, its almost impossible to do. No! We're going to go through it and distroy what we can and clear a path for us to hit our target."

"Sir, I recommend that we still use our cloaked ship. Their spacial charges should disrupt them and/or destroy them thus clearing the path to CoreWorlds. "

"Why not use all military forces with spacial charges. That way, we clear the area just as fast allowing us to move our fleet to our target."

"That'll use our resources more wisely and enable us to engage in liberating Coreworlds Faster."

"Agreed."

After two more hours of discussion, it was voted upon to use all forces to engage the minefield. Within the next thirty minutes, the fleet appeared at the edge of the minefield and fired every weapon they had including spacial charges to pave the way for the fleet to beigin the liberation of CoreWorlds.

Over the past decade the Empire had recovered from its civil war, with the destruction of Lord Vader and the subduing of the Sith by Grand Admiral Thrawn, free trade and civil rights had finally began to prosper in the Empire. The Grand Admiral though, no more than a dictator, reigned with the love and adoration destined for a monarch. His justice systems were fair and equal to all species, worlds were guaranteed protection under the Galactic Accord (Created New Empire Year 0088) and annexed worlds, formally bitter enemies had grown to accept the Empire, not as their conquerors, but as their homeland.

A new generation had grown. The old order now forgotten in its glory had given way to a new grander scheme. The Empire, now reaching its apex had conquered countless worlds, brought half the Galaxy under its dominion, and now finally an age of peace had arrived.

Occupation forces were being stretched to the limit. The Imperial Navy becoming a slow lumbering police force longed for the days of brutal and blood thirsty conquest, but sadly the stark realisation was pending, that the Empire was no longer the great machine it once was. The Empire was in decline.

Rodia Command: Hyperspace sensor 12 A Sector 000112/b6/7F

Gravational wake detected..... Photon Emission Being Gathered….. Quantum resonance scan completed…. Ship type…. Pending…. Pending…. Archives Accessed…. Ship Type = Corneliu…. Threat Identified….. Priority Beacon Activated.

Imperial Centre Coruscant

The monitoring position was not a coveted one, with daily checks on ships, statistics, and vessel types, which seemingly stretched into oblivion was than a laborious task, offering very little job satisfaction. Though the Sensor network was responsible for almost all advanced warnings, the technicians more often than not relied on the limited AI’s sifting through the data for them. It was on a sunny Coruscant morning that Commander John Price took to his duty station and greatest crisis of his career.

“Morning James” Price said with a little cheer as he quickly adjusted his uniform. “How’s the shift been?”

Looking up from his console a man with red blood shot eyes, peeled a coffee cup from his face. “Same as usual, overworked and underpaid. I’m outta here, I seriously don’t know how much more of this I can take, I swear I fell asleep on my shift last night, there’s nothing happening, there hasn’t been anything happening since the failed Mentallinauts invasion of Seventy Five. This post is going to kill me, I know it.”

Smiling Price gave James a sympathetic pat on the back. “You say the same thing every morning James, I bet you enjoy threatening to leave. Now come on, be off with you, and get some sleep.” Leaving James to stumble off towards the door Price took his post.

OOC: Got lectures, will add more shortly.

OOC Even Though Sithy objected, I am going to post IC, call this a request to join, without the Black Robes accepting to tell the Emperor, it won't leave their halls.

IC Athiesus, third Paladin of the Psykic Gleamers, a number of Black Robes hooked up to machines that allowed them to read minds of those that got to close to the empire, listened. He caught a small trase of mind energy, moving through A different dimension. Immidietly he found his shadow being and the sleek creature tracked down the Corneliu ships. He found the smallest trace of war, and they soon found the destonation. In a quick mind flash he used his Shadow Self to follow the path the mind had just taken. He took his time, and it took nearly four hours for him to find the start point of the ship, a further six to find the planet it had originated from. He instatly found out the infomation they needed to know. So many minds had known it, and he instantly unhooked the machine.

He walked into the hall of summoning and struck the gong three times, before walking to the podium and wait for the others of his order.

OOC: I want in on this! Can I join? Being part of the GE and all..

The attack on the minefield went according to plan. Most of the mines were quickly disabled in short order. The station that was there came under direct assault. Before to long, the station sustained enough damage to render it in operable. Because of this, the minefield was disabled and the rest of the mines were cleared in a calculated fashion.

The attack on the minefield cost the fleet a destroyer and a light cruiser while damaging five other vessels, two of which have to return to Corneliuan Prime for repairs.

When the logistics were taken care of, the fleet jumped back into hyperspace and proceeded to CoreWorlds space.

IC post, but its essentially an IC request to join in:

Rear Admiral Krenzler walked onto the bridge from his ready room, holding a cup of pepper coffee in his left hand and looking somewhat groggy. "Fuggin' migraines... I thought I wouldn't have to worry about the damn headaches anymore... Which one of you buggers called me out of brainsafe mode? Kelvin had better have destroyed half the planet or exploded in a storm of flowers, or some other ludicrously unexpected situation."

One adjutant sheepishly raised his hand. "I'm sorry sir, but some freaky stuff happened a day or so ago and we can't seem to figure out what for. Troop movements, comm chatter skyrocketing, the works. Sounds like our Allies here are moving out to whack something."

Krenzler mulled it over for a moment... or at least tried to LOOK like he was mulling it over while he kept trying to make the bridge stop spinning. After some time, he finally replied with, "Well... can't let them have all the fun, can we? Send... President Server is it? Send Server a request for information and ask if they need us. We ARE allies, after all... wait... I'll write it myself, get outta the way."

TO: President Server And/Or All Relevant Government Service Move-Makers
FROM: Rear Admiral Lemann Krenzler, Commodore of the 15th DawnRunner Battlefleet Observing... That Kid.
SUBJECT: WTF?

Troop / Ship movements noted. Wondering if ya'll need some good old Godulan "Overkill? You make that sound like a bad thing!" Firepower. Whatever is necessary, you shall have, and then some, because we're bored. And I have a migraine, so I want to blow something up, dammit!

Respects and Salutations and... uh... stuff...

Outpost #1246, Mid-rim system of Rigelus, bordering Coreworlds.

During the war with the Sith, numerous outposts were destroyed, including minor colonies. But with the grudging aid of engineers, many were rebuilt and staffed with a mixture of Core and Imperial personnel. This outpost is no different, being tasked to alert forces to intruders entering the territory of Coreworlds.

Pvt. 1st Class Gerr Deven was tasked with monitoring the long-range scans of this sector. Aside from a few random comets and asteroids, there hasn't been any activity since he disembarked the shuttle that came once in a while to restock. Although he hoped to rise in rank within the military, this seems suspiciously like a dead-end job.

This particular station has two other people, Sgt. Athena Stanford, and a freckle-faced kid named Ian, working in shifts to monitor the station. Living in close promixity to each other has caused friction in the early days, but now they were tolerant of each other, if not friendly.

"Full House, read 'em and weep." Athena grinned, as her two 'boys' groaned again as she won poker for the third time in a row.

"How the hell do you do that?" Ian asked, muttering a curse as he gave up ten credits.

"Just lucky, I guess." The young woman started counting out the chips she had, while Gerr shook his head. Then, a beeping noise permeated the silence.

Gerr rolled over in his chair to the station controls. "Hey, we got activity here. Tachyon scanners report a number of ships headed through the area at high FTL speeds."

"What type?" Ian asked, referring to the FTL engines.

"Looks like hyperspace engines from the prelim scans. Can't tell which nation it comes from yet."

"All right, let's alert Tenetia." Athena dialed a hyperwave transceiver for the current capital of Coreworlds.

Another printout was spat out by the computers and Gerr grabbed it. "Uh, further scans show the engine signatures to be of Corneliuan origin, higher than 90% probability."

"All right." Not only did she send a report to Tenetia with the updates, but she also reported the new information to Imperial Center. Now, the game is afoot.

At that moment, two ships dropped out of Hyperspace nearly ontop of the station. They parked themselves and a Breaching pod launched carrying 10 security troops and it was being escorted by fighters.

The breaching pod attached itself the outpost (assuming its in space! If not, then change everything to shuttles) and fired off a couple of stun grenades.

Once inside, the commander looked around while her people secured the outpost and waited for someone to wakeup.

"We got intruders!" Ian yelled as loud bangings and other noises occured. Before they could react much, a stun grenade was thrown into the room and exploded, sending them all into dreamland for a few minutes.

The station had no other personnel and it was easily secured. The effects of the grenades soon wore off, and the first to awaken was Athena.

She realized her hands were tied, as the security troops outnumbered them at least 3 to 1. "Who the hell are you?"

"We got intruders!" Ian yelled as loud bangings and other noises occured. Before they could react much, a stun grenade was thrown into the room and exploded, sending them all into dreamland for a few minutes.

The station had no other personnel and it was easily secured. The effects of the grenades soon wore off, and the first to awaken was Athena.

She realized her hands were tied, as the security troops outnumbered them at least 3 to 1. "Who the hell are you?"

"I am 1st Lt Katherine Mancusko of the Corneliuan Army. We are here to liberate CoreWorlds from the Empire." the leader stated.

"This outpost now belongs to the liberated citizens of Coreworlds and will no longer be used by the Empire."

"I see." Was all Athena could say, as she immediately began thinking of her family at Yorkshire.

The two others stirred and Ian seemed pleased as he realized what the situation is, being one of the survivors of Juria. Gerr was stoic, but his mind whirled as to how he's going to get back to Imperial space.

"What I need from this post is an updated starchart." She stated. "I'm going to leave a couple of people here to maintain this station but they'll be armed. Can't let this outpost fall."

She motioned to her compatriots and they moved the prisoners back so that the new crew can work.

"We're going to take you with us! That way, you don't try to send a messege back to the Empire. If you want to join us, you can but if not... You'll spend the rest of the war in the brig or a POW camp."

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Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet jumped across the border and have arrived inside of CoreWorlds space.

"Sir, we're in Coreworlds territory sir."

"Very well. Upgrade the fleet to Yellow alert and standby. Communications, anything from the outpost we hit?"

"Just a report that it was taken sir and that the two ships that attacked it will be joining us shortly. A corvette will be along soon to add to its defense."

"Very well. As soon as they arrive here, set a course for Yavin 4."

"Aye aye sir."

The crew begins to get excited and nervous as the liberation process has begun.

"I suppose there's nothing to lose." Ian said to Athena. "Our worlds will be liberated!"

"True, though I still worry about my family..." Athena said, as she pulled up the latest holomaps of Coreworlds and downloaded them onto a data disk. Not much information on Imperial movements, but the maps will do, for now.

OOC: Extension to previous post.

Activating his Neural band Price logged into the Network. Odd, what’s this? James should have noticed a priority one, its almost twelve minutes old. Better check it in. Bringing up the command console, Price forwarded the information to the Imperial Palace, where it could reach the Grand Admiral ears.

Admiral Malin, Imperial Security

Walking from his office Admiral Malin was the second to join the ranks of the Grand Admirals. There were reports of an upcoming campaign to finish of the rebellions supporters, all that they really needed was an excuse. Abrupt decisions to go to war were now an ancient tradition in the Empire. With the rise of democratic local governments such a task was now impossible without the support of the people. Pondering on how to gain their support the Admiral was interrupted by a young commander.

“Admiral Malin, we have suffered a breech in the Corellian minefield, hostiles have been identified by Hyperspace probe. They are confirmed to be Cornlian.”

“What a surprise, I was just thinking about them.” Malin said with a slight smirk. “Let them continue their course, the fleet at Corellia will eliminate them, have Captains Rifts assault force depart from Sluis Van. Form into a pincer and clench the fist commander.”

“At once Admiral.”

As the young commander ran off into the endless corridor, Admiral Malin could only smile at what was going to happen. Obviously the enemy were going for Corewrolds, it was not camouflaged in any way, they had done barely any research, flying into the mouth of the beast was not the best way to gain victory. If he was attacking he woulf have chosen the Corellian Trade Spine, less defended than the other routes, even more so since the Mentallinauts war, but he could only thank his enemies for their incompetence. Now they were flying into one of the most heavily defended installations in the Galaxy. This would be fun.

"I suppose there's nothing to lose." Ian said to Athena. "Our worlds will be liberated!"

"True, though I still worry about my family..." Athena said, as she pulled up the latest holomaps of Coreworlds and downloaded them onto a data disk. Not much information on Imperial movements, but the maps will do, for now.

"Don't worry about your family! Thrawn can't do anything to them since we caught you off guard." She stated. She hearded them back into the pod and went back to her ship.

When they docked, the two ships departed for the next set of jump coordinates.

They arrived at the coordinates and joined the rest of the fleet.

"Sir, they have joined us" The sensor officer stated as he peers at his screen.

"Very Well. Teleport them over to my ship so we can begin to discuss where to make our first strike."

Minutes later, the people were beamed aboard the Destructor and were ushered into his office.

"Greetings ladies and Gentlemen. I am Admiral Server. I have brought you aboard so that you can help liberate your wonderful nation from the clutches of the Empire. If you don't want to help, that is also fine. Be advised however that if you lead us into a trap, I will sense it and I will deal with you sooner rather than later. Is that understood?"

Grand Admiral Thrawn lowered the horizon of the Cornlian art piece. “Magnificent, he said to no one in particular. Lifting his datapad from the table Thrawn smiled at the envelopment taking place. The Cornleian military though very brave had in fact made the greatest blunder in their history. Attacking the Empire in its current state was hardly the way to go. The Imperial Navy was at full strength, the Death Star now repaired along with his personal command ship the SSD Hellfire. Shaking his head in disgust at the apparent lack of planning Thrawn set about the last touches of the plan. Inhibitor fields were now being raised in front and behind the enemy fleet. The Sluis Van Hyerpspace route was now completely closed off, with reinforcements massing on the unsuspecting enemy from Commenor, Corellia, Tyna and Sluis Van itself.

Once located the enemy fleet would be bombarded by thousands of hyperspace mines, which would smash into the enemy vessels at faster than light velocities. Then from forward and aft the Imperial Navy would strike. Headed by Admiral Rift, the flanking force comprised of thirty Star Destroyers would emerge from Hyperpspace twelve minutes after the start of the battle. Thrawn himself would then attack in one minute after the impact of the mines, raising a Faster Than Light Inhibitor Thrawn would trap the, in the Hyperspace lane until the were brutally crushed.

This battle could have gone so much better for the enemy Thrawn mused. They could have used stealth and made a dangerous bypass of the minefield, or attacked on two fronts dividing my forces. But instead they attempted a run towards one of the most guarded planets in the Empire. What a foolish mistake, I have even anticipated such a move by Coreworlds former allies. They will find themselves in for a surprise when they meet the Golan Five platforms in orbit of the world. Lifting his communicator Thrawn broke his pattern of silent thought. “Bridge, engage, enter Hyperspace.” As the Admiral closed the channel the stars outside his window streaked into star lines.

The fleet of the Corneliuan navy did not go unnoticed by another force, either.

The Coredian Navy, rebuilt with the new technologies that the Empire offered, also reported incursions into it's space by their ally. Grand Admiral Rommel himself was wondering what Admiral Server was up to as he read the latest in his ready room. The frontal-assault near Corellia's mineyards looks almost amateurish, and Rommel knew that Server would not risk his ships that way if he knew that there was an advantage to this strategy, but at the moment, Rommel couldn't see what it is.

In the meantime, he ordered his fleet to Red Alert, but ordered that the ships of Corneliu's fleet be disabled rather than destroyed if it was possible. Towing would take a while, but all the better for their fleet to be humiliated than destroyed. Just like old times, Old Friend, just like old times...

The Coredian Navy was ready for war, though extremely reluctant. It's already having an effect on morale, too.

In the meantime, Senator Jennifer Masaki was also wondering about the current state of events as she was watching the news on the holoscreens. The Empire is no peachy cream, but it's not the murdering bastard it was before, not while Thrawn is controlling it. He's cunning and ruthless when he needs to be, but who isn't? The ruthlessness is tempered by reality, in that you squeeze a people too hard, you find them rising up and biting you on the hand. This, the widowed Senator knew firsthand in the near-destruction of Coreworlds' Rebellion.

But she had to wonder about her cousin (by marriage). She worried about his children, and she worried about hers as well. Especially Daniel, who's obviously going to be conflicted as to how to go about things. Liberate Coreworlds, or stop Corneliu as peacefully as possible? Not an easy question.
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In another corner a certain Commodore was positively pleased with the latest reports. Morale in his fleet was boosted by the arrival of Admiral Server's fleet.

"Sir, recon reports that they're nearing the colony of Exante. I recommend we go and rendzevous with them at that colony." His XO said.

"Good idea." Jerry said. "Helm, come about and make the run to hyperspace. Destination: Exante."

"Yes, sir!" The helmsmen answered, and soon, the rogue fleet disappeared in the white-blue expanse of hyperspace.

"Admiral, we are cleared to jump."

"Very well. Set a course to Exante. Full speed and bring us back up to red alert."

"Very well Admiral."

The fleet begins to move to its first target.

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On the other side of the border, A second fleet was preparing to move. This one under the command of Admiral Ivanova. The fleet has completed its end run around the minefield and have penetrated towards it target.

"Admiral, we are in position."

"Very well. Set a course for the colony of Tarsta."

"Yes Ma'am."

this second fleet began to move to its target.

The colony of Exante. A system officially loyal to the Empire, but harbors a deep-seated hatred for occupiers, ever since Skeelzania came knocking on it's door many years ago. While it was freed later on by a strong Core fleet, it still harbors hatred because of what the occupiers did to its nonhuman population. The mass graves are still seen as memorials to the dead.

The colony boasts a population of 3500, and is protected by a theatre shield for the capital and two squadrons of starfighters, as well as a small fleet of naval craft, the largest being a single Victory Star Destroyer. While other colonies possess less, this one is fairly prominent in that it has a deposit of valuable gems in a hard-to-reach cavern. Some Jedi apprentices would go here as a test of their prowess and skill in the Force. If they are successful, they would take a gem of their favorite color to use in the lightsaber they will build. If they fail, a small medical center is near the caves. The gems are also used to purchase luxury items and maintain the fleet they own. All in all, the colony is well-off, and a fine target for any wishing to drive down to the next colonies in Coredian territory.

The group of sixty vessels dropped out of hyperspace with weapons primed. The Corneliuan Fleet began to launch fighters.

"Target Communications centers and take out the Vic." Server shouted as his fleet began to make way to their targets. On the ships, weapons began to fire and the Battle of Exante has begun.

As the battle proceded, the Destructor charged up its weapons and fired off a full missile spread while firing its main armaments at the Victory Star destroyer.

"Give me that vic."

"yes sir"

"Contact them but keep up the firing."

After a few touches of the keys, the comm officer nodded.

"This is Admiral Server of the Corneliuan Military Force to Exante Defense Forces. If you surrender now, I will make sure that you will be treated in full accordance with Intergalactic Law."

"What the hell are you doing pulling this stunt, Admiral?" Came the irate call of the Exante governor. "I'll stand down, but you'd better have a damned good reason for shooting at your ally."

He sent orders to the besieged Vicstar, who was valiantly fighting off the sixty ships with it's own weapons and shields failing. The captain ordered all weapons power to be rerouted to shields until the firing stopped, boosting the shields some more, while fighters shot down several of the missiles. Signals were shot off towards Tenetia and the Coredian High Command detailing the latest events.

Meanwhile, the fleet calling itself the Last Rebels have jumped insystem.

"Corneliuan fleet, this is Commodore Jerry Kilvan. We're pleased that an ally has finally decided to fight with us." The commodore said. "The Empire is strong, but with your help, we have a much better chance to succeed."

Colonies:
Kyoto
Hagern
Devon
Yavin (not actually a colony, but the Academy's there)
Rigel
Natural Springs
Tenetia (main world)
Issus (main world)
Yorkshire
Konoha
Katua (shipyard colony)
Atlantis (vacation resort/colony)
Andila (colony)

"What the hell are you doing pulling this stunt, Admiral?" Came the irate call of the Exante governor. "I'll stand down, but you'd better have a damned good reason for shooting at your ally."

He sent orders to the besieged Vicstar, who was valiantly fighting off the sixty ships with it's own weapons and shields failing. The captain ordered all weapons power to be rerouted to shields until the firing stopped, boosting the shields some more, while fighters shot down several of the missiles. Signals were shot off towards Tenetia and the Coredian High Command detailing the latest events.

Meanwhile, the fleet calling itself the Last Rebels have jumped insystem.

"Corneliuan fleet, this is Commodore Jerry Kilvan. We're pleased that an ally has finally decided to fight with us." The commodore said. "The Empire is strong, but with your help, we have a much better chance to succeed."

Colonies:
Kyoto
Hagern
Devon
Yavin (not actually a colony, but the Academy's there)
Rigel
Natural Springs
Tenetia (main world)
Issus (main world)
Yorkshire
Konoha
Katua (shipyard colony)
Atlantis (vacation resort/colony)
Andila (colony)

"Cease fire and open a channel."

"Channel open sir."

"Governor. Unless this planet is not in the hands of the empire, we don't consider it an ally. Therefore, we attacked an enemy. Since you have now surrendered, you are liberated from the Empire."

All of sudden, more ships appeared.

"Sir, we have additional ships jumping in. They're hailing!"

"Let me hear it."

Corneliuan fleet, this is Commodore Jerry Kilvan. We're pleased that an ally has finally decided to fight with us." The commodore said. "The Empire is strong, but with your help, we have a much better chance to succeed.

"This is Admiral Server, commander of the Corneliuan Military Forces. Commodore, I am glad to see you. We are here to help liberate Coreworlds from the Empire. We do require the help of the locals."

Tag, this is reserved for a post. I'll psot later on.

"This is Admiral Server, commander of the Corneliuan Military Forces. Commodore, I am glad to see you. We are here to help liberate Coreworlds from the Empire. We do require the help of the locals."

"You sure do. However, I believe that many are too complacent, too willing to seek peace in this conflict to rise up against the Empire. That wretched Thrawn! He gives them peace and security! But the people will get neither, if this continues long!"

"You sure do. However, I believe that many are too complacent, too willing to seek peace in this conflict to rise up against the Empire. That wretched Thrawn! He gives them peace and security! But the people will get neither, if this continues long!"

"Correct! Now we have to get the populace on our side. That is where you come in. My orders are to liberate this space by any means necessary. You know the ins and outs of this space better than I do. Where do you want to start?"

"Let's start by heading to Kyoto." The commodore suggested.

"Let's start by heading to Kyoto." The commodore suggested.

"You lead the way my friend. Its your planet." Server replied.

OOC: I asked if I could join before and got no answer; but Sith asked me to join; and as a Member of the GE, I was wondering if I could

Transmitting the coordinates to Corneliu's fleet, the regenade Core fleet formed up and jumped towards Kyoto...

OOC: I asked if I could join before and got no answer; but Sith asked me to join; and as a Member of the GE, I was wondering if I could

OOC: Fine by me but try to keep things on a low end of the scale if possible.

OOC: Well; I will try, but Chaos does have a tendancy to be....chaotic :)
I shall post an introduction :)

IC:

Across Imperium controlled space, fragmented reports and accounts were coming in. Drawn from Sith holonet or from ships reports; the Imperium was drawing a familiar picture. Once again...rebellion had returned. It remembered the final days; vast battles against weakling enemies; space rife with debris and blood. The grand days of Old. But this was the New Imperium; borne of Chaos; founded on pain and war; and they would show their old enemies the new change....Oh yes, they would see.

The Emperor called forth his chosen sons; the great Primarchs; lords of his legions; fingers of his great and terrible hand; and told them that the time had come; one of their allies suffered once again at the hands of those who could not accept what was done...a signal had been recieved.

The ships were readied; fabricated from vast forgeworlds, and their crews coming from great fortress worlds and training facilities; they stood like great shimmering daggers in the sky. Loaded into each were members of the Adeptus Astartes; the Space Marines, and otyhers, such as the Imperial Guard. Chronosia had readied but the fraction of its army that it yet could, in such short notice; and had turned it loose...

From the warp, many hours later, tore many ships; numbering at least 100; many small; but the few were dominated by the great sleek warships of the Envenomed Fang; as upon the bridge stood the great Plague Lord; Lucian, son of Nurgle; warrior of the Void. He cackled, gazing out.

"Hail the Sith vessels; give them our intentions....Open me a channel with the enemy."

"Aye Lord" Fingers played over buttons; and his will was done.

"Warriors who fought us in ages past; freedom fighters and rebels; opposers of the great ideal. We are warships of the Chronosian Imperium...Surrender to us; and no blood need be spilled. Oppose...and continue to oppose...And I shall violate your flesh personally; and both Nurgle and Khorne will know joy. You have one minute"

OOC: Well; I will try, but Chaos does have a tendancy to be....chaotic :)
I shall post an introduction :)

IC:

Across Imperium controlled space, fragmented reports and accounts were coming in. Drawn from Sith holonet or from ships reports; the Imperium was drawing a familiar picture. Once again...rebellion had returned. It remembered the final days; vast battles against weakling enemies; space rife with debris and blood. The grand days of Old. But this was the New Imperium; borne of Chaos; founded on pain and war; and they would show their old enemies the new change....Oh yes, they would see.

From the warp tore many ships; numbering at least 100; many small; but the few were dominated by the great sleek warships of the Envenomed Fang; as upon the bridge stood the great Plague Lord; Lucian, son of Nurgle; warrior of the Void. He cackled, gazing out.

"Hail the Sith vessels; give them our intentions....Open me a channel with the enemy."

"Aye Lord" Fingers played over buttons; and his will was done.

"Warriors who fought us in ages past; freedom fighters and rebels; opposers of the great ideal. We are warships of the Chronosian Imperium...Surrender to us; and no blood need be spilled. Oppose...and continue to oppose...And I shall violate your flesh personally; and both Nurgle and Khorne will know joy. You have one minute"

"Sir Comm from Chronosia"

After listening to it, Admiral Server cracks up laughing. "Open me a channel to the swine."

"This is Admiral Server of Corneliu to Chronosian Commander. We fight in adherence to the Rules of War. If you do not return the favor, don't go crying to a warcrimes tribunal if something similar happens."

"Sir Comm from Chronosia"

After listening to it, Admiral Server cracks up laughing. "Open me a channel to the swine."

"This is Admiral Server of Corneliu to Chronosian Commander. We fight in adherence to the Rules of War. If you do not return the favor, don't go crying to a warcrimes tribunal if something similar happens."
On hearing the commander of the Corneliuan fleet lamblast the Chronosians, the Commodore was a bit more cautious. "Admiral, they have little concept or care of the Rules of War. What they do, is fight and win. That's all they care about."

He ordered all ships to raise shields and power up weapons...

Lucians fingers tightened on the arms of his throne; and a palpable burning rage seemed to fill the room; servants scuttled in fear; as their masters black heart blazed with fury as it pumped the vile ichors about his body. "Open me another communication with Corneliu" He chuckled wryly.

"We have no war crimes tribunal, we have no rules of war; we have only the will of the Emperor. We leave that to you; and pray that the mercy of the dark gods be upon you if we should chose to engage..." he smirked and closed it; promptly opening a channel to Coreworlds.

"Commander; I suggest you...ease your allies loose tongue. It could be the death of him. Do they not remember when we foguht them; do they not remember when we fought you? Are they so rooted in the now that they will ignore the lessons of the past?" he moved his hands over a console; tapping swiftly; sending authorisation to raise shields.
"Are you with us, or against us? Friend..." He hissed; half-chuckled, as he watched the viewscreen and waited

On hearing the commander of the Corneliuan fleet lamblast the Chronosians, the Commodore was a bit more cautious. "Admiral, they have little concept or care of the Rules of War. What they do, is fight and win. That's all they care about."

He ordered all ships to raise shields and power up weapons...

"Problem is that we have a few tricks up our sleeves. We are not overly concerned about that. Everyone wants to win in war and will do whatever it takes to achieve it." He paused. "Your right though. We'll be more cautious."

"Commander; I suggest you...ease your allies loose tongue. It could be the death of him. Do they not remember when we foguht them; do they not remember when we fought you? Are they so rooted in the now that they will ignore the lessons of the past?" he moved his hands over a console; tapping swiftly; sending authorisation to raise shields.
"Are you with us, or against us? Friend..." He hissed; half-chuckled, as he watched the viewscreen and waited
The Commodore watched the replay with mingled fury and fear. How dare they call us friends! They who chose to use Chaos for their own ends...

He looked at the HUD of all the ships. The Chronosians are blood-red, the Corneliuans are blue, and the regenade forces are green. He saw the orientation of the fleets, and then smiled. We could take them.

The two allied fleets could take the one larger enemy fleet. It's just a matter of outflanking them...

"Get me Admiral Server again!" Commodore Kilvan ordered.

Lucians fingers tightened on the arms of his throne; and a palpable burning rage seemed to fill the room; servants scuttled in fear; as their masters black heart blazed with fury as it pumped the vile ichors about his body. "Open me another communication with Corneliu" He chuckled wryly.

"We have no war crimes tribunal, we have no rules of war; we have only the will of the Emperor. We leave that to you; and pray that the mercy of the dark gods be upon you if we should chose to engage..." he smirked and closed it; promptly opening a channel to Coreworlds.

"Your emperor is dead and if you violate the rules of war, I shall call a conference with your master Grand Admiral Thrawn. I'm sure he'll be interested in your illegal activities?"

The Commodore watched the replay with mingled fury and fear. How dare they call us friends! They who chose to use Chaos for their own ends...

He looked at the HUD of all the ships. The Chronosians are blood-red, the Corneliuans are blue, and the regenade forces are green. He saw the orientation of the fleets, and then smiled. We could take them.

The two allied fleets could take the one larger enemy fleet. It's just a matter of outflanking them...

"Get me Admiral Server again!" Commodore Kilvan ordered.

"Sir, we are receiving another communique! This time from the Commodore."

"Put'em through!"

"Go ahead Commodore."

OOC: Emperor isn't Sith Emperor. Our Emperor is Marcus De Drakan, Daemon Lord, transifgured God-Emperor of Chronosia :D ;)

"My Lord...As per your request; fighter carrier reinforcements are inbound; your esteemed brother; Cabot, has asked if this is a day for Khorne; or if Nurgle alone shall triumph."

"Inform him that nothing is yet set in stone; but his aid may be needed at some point; have all auxiliary forces stand by."

"My Lord; we have had no reply from either enemy fleet..."

"Send forward commuinications to the Sith and an extended communication to our Dooman allies; requesting their immediate assistance with a priority Alpha situation."

"It is the sundering..."

"Indeed, Brother-Sergeant; the anvil upon which we are shaped or broken. In the end there can be but death or glory. I must depart; the Emperor must be informed."

"Aye Lord. Your shuttle awaits."

Lucian stepped into the Shadows and a Ship's Commander took his place.

"All weapons hold and charge; wait for my mark. on my mark; we shall flank the Coreworldians with warp cannon fire; aim for strategic points on their flagships; before initiating a turn about and lining the Corneliu fleet with turbo lazer and ion cannon fire; aim for main command posts....All on my mark; hold.."

He paused; chuckling as the signal came through.

"You think we care of their dead Sith, or their Admiral. The Sith are our allies; nothing more. They have no authority over our way of war, than a bitch mongrel over her pups. We are Chaos; never shall we be bent to Thrawn's ideal of Order...How can you tame the winds? or the Stars? You cannot'; thus are the gods of Chaos; untamed, wild; pure..."

"Sir, we are receiving another communique! This time from the Commodore."

"Put'em through!"

"Go ahead Commodore."
"Look at your screens." The Commodore said, they could hear his grin. "Look at the orientation of our fleets. We can outflank and defeat them."

OOC: Chronosia, you did not rp jumping into the system, you did not rp officially joining this war, you did not rp a mobilization. I suggest you do so now otherwise, I'll ignore yo until then.

OOC: Mobilisation I'll give you, but I did jump in.

OOC: Mobilisation I'll give you, but I did jump in.
OOC: But you didn't know where I was at!

OOC: Message for help; been through this, editted post, don't care, lets go.

"Look at your screens." The Commodore said, they could hear his grin. "Look at the orientation of our fleets. We can outflank and defeat them."

"Well well! So we can my friend. You lead the attack. We'll follow suit."

"Well well! So we can my friend. You lead the attack. We'll follow suit."
"Right." The Commodore suddenly seemed more animated. "Helm, all ahead full! Mark your bearing 90 degrees port! Weapons, Alpha Strike on my mark!"

Secret IC with Corneliu: The orientation of the fleets according to scanners were like this:
----> Direction of allied fleets' bows

_@-Corn(slightly above enemy)

______@-Chron

___@Me(slightly below)
Droid: Chance of success high with flanking maneuver, higher if simentaneous.

Now back to nomal IC:
As the Star Destroyers and smaller craft surged forward and banked, the Commodore awaited the right chance...NOW!

"FIRE!" He shouted with fervor. The flagship shuddered with power as massive green turbolasers and system-disrupting ion cannons shot in an deadly alpha strike against the Chronosian ventral sides. Not to mention the fighters and gunships that roared ahead to send volleys of missile and torpedo fire into the enemy ranks. Now it's up to Corneliu to follow through.

"Coreworlds is firing Admiral"

"Fire at will commander."

All at once, every ship in the Corneliuan Fleet fired at the Chronosian fleet.

"Helm, manuever us so that they take the full brunt of all weapons."

"Aye sir."

The Destructor began to move and then crossed the T and fired all of its main armaments at the enemy fleet.

OOC: CW, can I join? Chronosia and me are rivalries, now. I would like to help destroy his fleet and kill off two heirs, too. I will go through the hole in the minefield that Corneliu made and then find where y’all are.

OOC: Given something of an OK in the 'Anomaly' Thread.

Cassius Longarm sat in his command chamber, shuffling through appropriation reports and inventory manifests as usual. He had just completed writing down expense figures from the latest report when the centermost Viewscreen in front of his desk went active, displaying the face of a grim-faced woman in her mid twenties.

"Archon Cassius, word from Primeline. Admiral Krenzler on the 25th DawnRunner fleet discovered that our Corneliuan Allies have sent forces to liberate CoreWorlds."

"Recall that we had our suspicions earlier, General Lear."

"Krenzler pressed the issue. They tried to take Kelvin to the lines, sir."

"Oh HELL no. On the first DAY?"

"That's what Krenzler said. Tensions kinda rose up as Corneliuan prime wasn't amenable to us assisting, but one of the insurgents out of CoreWorlds interceded on our behalf."

"Behalf of..."

"Its war sir. Pending your confirmation. Krenzler's sent word to the three DawnRunner fleets in Primeline, and they await your approval to move against the imperials in Coredian space."

Cassius leaned back in his chair and studied General Lear. After what seemed like an eternity, he sighed. "Well, you people HAVE been chomping at the bit for a while. Get those three DawnRunner fleets in Primeline to the fight as soon as possible... waitaminute, isn't one of those fleets testing out the Plasmatic Pulse Disintegrator?"

"Yes sir, and they're heavy one modified cannon cruiser."

"Son of a bitch... here's our chance to test it on ship-to-ship... Get those three fleets to the fight, and start prepping up our Incursion Fleet to slap those imperials in the face if they get too uppity."

"Already under way, Krenzler hoped we'd be able to get at least ten out by the end of the day."

"HA! He's an optimistic one... wonder how he made admiral. Guess he forgot we were doing rotations today, eh? Can only wing five fleets in that time, the other five will have to come later. Tell him he's on his own until backup arrives."

"Yes sir." General Lear's viewscreen flickered out.

Cassius pursed his lips, then pressed the "Emergency Meeting Button", likely startling all twenty four of his cohorts out of their respective activities.

Hi ho, hi ho, its off to war we go, with razor blades and hand grenades, hi ho, hi ho hi ho hi ho...

OOC: Heirs have left the ship Wolfy; and I wonder, how would you know of this conflict? Stop trying to drag our long ago little argument into this. I'm aiding the Sith; not wasting my time with you ;)

IC:


The fleets shields held in places; while other ships burst into flame; spewing debris and wreckage into the ominous void. The command ship shook and the Chaos Lord growled; looking forward; "Now".

The smaller ships dived forward; spiralling through space as weapons fire engaged; heavier warp cannons crackled and burst into life; igniting the void, as still more ships succumbed to the onslaught. The Larger ships moved in behind; reinforcing with masses of fire power; warp cannons, turbo lazers and ion cannons which roared and screamed through space; splintering the black as they tore towards the enemy fleets. A battleship let fly with countless missles; their payloads varying from heavy explosive to viral, chemical, or even gravitational and fusion. All the stops were pulled out;all set aside for this; for war; their life, their vocation. Even until death would they serve the great daemon Emperor; even until death would they fight the Long War.

IC:

The fleets shields held in places; while other ships burst into flame; spewing debris and wreckage into the ominous void. The command ship shook and the Chaos Lord growled; looking forward; "Now".

The smaller ships dived forward; spiralling through space as weapons fire engaged; heavier warp cannons crackled and burst into life; igniting the void, as still more ships succumbed to the onslaught. The Larger ships moved in behind; reinforcing with masses of fire power; warp cannons, turbo lazers and ion cannons which roared and screamed through space; splintering the black as they tore towards the enemy fleets. A battleship let fly with countless missles; their payloads varying from heavy explosive to viral, chemical, or even gravitational and fusion. All the stops were pulled out;all set aside for this; for war; their life, their vocation. Even until death would they serve the great daemon Emperor; even until death would they fight the Long War.
Ships blew apart, while the Star Destroyers shuddered under the impact of the weapons. Both sides seem to be pulling out every weapon they have in their arsenal. For the Core rebels, it's the turbolasers and ion cannons, as well as torpedoes of all types and sizes. Small anti-fighter cluster munitions, thermonuclear-tipped missiles, proton torpedoes, and even the rare gravimissile (trying out new name here, ;) ) were thrown at the enemy. A couple of Strike Cruisers and a Victory Star Destroyer then began pummeling the aformentioned battleship with their weapons, hoping to kill while trying to prevent being killed. The space between fleets soon begins to be extremely deadly, especially for the unwary fighters...

Chronosian pilots roared and hissed as they forced their mighty fighters on; weapons blazing, cannons screaming with their mastewrs; as they plunged in suicidal relish towards enemy ships. The greater ships watched countless fighters fall; and continued their barrage; utilising every weapon, ever tool that; purging doubt an dfear from their bodies; and pressing ever onwards with a sense of duty; and a desire for brutality. The greatest of the ships; vast warships; began to fire off weapons normally used for decimatign entire worlds; and watching, silent, as in the void; the vast bombs detonated....
They cared not whom they hit.

Chronosian pilots roared and hissed as they forced their mighty fighters on; weapons blazing, cannons screaming with their mastewrs; as they plunged in suicidal relish towards enemy ships. The greater ships watched countless fighters fall; and continued their barrage; utilising every weapon, ever tool that; purging doubt an dfear from their bodies; and pressing ever onwards with a sense of duty; and a desire for brutality. The greatest of the ships; vast warships; began to fire off weapons normally used for decimatign entire worlds; and watching, silent, as in the void; the vast bombs detonated....
They cared not whom they hit.
OOC: What are we trying to do, kill each other with poetry? :D

IC: At the same time, the -wing fighters soared into the vacuum, to attack and defend. Behold, their crimson lasers, that shed blood and vaporize their enemy. See the missiles and torpedoes that scream forward, tracking foes and detonating when they're close enough. In the middle of battle, there are no pretty words to describe the carnage, no song or poem to record anything of the battle. There is only kill and be killed, the law of the jungles.

In return for the large bombs attacking the shields and destroying at least one Destroyer, heavy turbolasers lanced out for their opponents. The mightiest weapons of a Star Destroyer, they, too, are meant for slagging entire worlds in death-sieges. Few could survive a volley of these weapons, weapons that can snap freighters and light ships in half with ease. The savagery of warfare is played out in all it's destructive chaos in battles like these. Battles that have always been played, and will always be played, unto the end of time.

OOC: Heirs have left the ship Wolvie

That sucks.

and I wonder, how would you know of this conflict?

Many ways. I could help Coreworlds by taking control from the Empire and placing back in the hands of true leader of CW.

Or said I hacked comms of yours or others.

Stop trying to drag our long ago little argument into this. I'm aiding the Sith; not wasting my time with you ;)

This not a little argument, Chronosia. And this time there will not be wasting time.

OOC: I'll be coming in whenever CW and Corneliu bring in Kelvin with whatever Reinforcements from Corneliuan Prime. First the Three DawnRunner fleets, and then a second group of Five DawnRunners some time later. Expect the first group to come in with something of a bang. A... Big Bang...

Corneliuan Ships were also destroyed. So far 6 have been but the fleet continues to fight on.

"Sir, we're starting to take hull damage."

"I know. Continue firing on the Chronosian ships. Destroy them. These people shouldn't not have gotten involved."

"Very well sir."

Fighters hammered away at the enemy vessels. Missiles detonate on ship hulls and impacting on shields. The ships weapons are also reaking their own havic as their energy hits exposed sections and weakend the shields of the protected sections.

OOC: Wolf America, access to the RP is denied. You get a big fat IGNORE from me.

IC: “Time until we exit Hyperspace?”

“Two minutes Admiral.”

“Time until probes hit the enemy?”

“Estimated time is one minute until the first impact. The fleet will emerge from hyperspace shortly thereafter.”

Thrawn raised his pale blue hands and rubbed it across his face. “Have the fleet commence a full bombardment as soon as they emerge from Hyperspace, aim directly for the enemy vessels reactors, leave none alive.”

The Imperial force sped through Hyperspace while just in front of them thousands of small warheads were propelled by make shift engines. Reaching the target course the energy reserves began to kick in. The safe vortex of faster than light travel dissipated revealing a dark cloud of Imperial judgement.

As the probes sped towards their target in real space, the Grand Admiral was not far behind.

OOC: Wolf America, access to the RP is denied. You get a big fat IGNORE from me.

OOC: What? Sith, you drop that ignore after I said I was sorry to Corpsac. Then I try a RP with Corpsac and it failed. So, I went on to Chronosia and had a RP. But if you don't want me in this one, I will not be in it. But you can’t ignore me forever.

OOC: What? Sith, you drop that ignore after I said I was sorry to Corpsac. Then I try a RP with Corpsac and it fail. So, I went on to Chronosia and had a RP. But if you don't want me in this one, I want be in it. But you can’t ignore forever.
OOC: Sorry, but it's his choice whether to accept you or not. No RP for you here.

IC:
"Sir! Detecting multiple contacts emerging from hyperspace!" A sensor officer reported as the flagship shuddered under another impact.

"What? What are they?"

"Looks like...missiles sir! Too many to count!"

The commodore's face became ashen, as he realized the scope of his failure. "Disengage immediately! Get us out of here!"

The rebel fleet, now down to a quarter of their former strength, began to disengage from the Chronosian fleet, and tried to make their escape into hyperspace.

The command deck was, as usual structured to the traditional Imperial doctrine. Officers walked from console to console with perfect posture while security teams took their position along the walls of the bridge.

In the centre Grand Admiral Thrawn waited for the Hyperspace tunnel to collapse. “Status of the primary assault?”

“Admiral, we are now receiving telemetry, it appears that there are rebel forces making an attempt to break off from the battle, their projected course is being uploaded now.”

The Grand Admiral sat up surprised, but not shocked. The rebels were always up to no good, perhaps this was his time to finally end it once and for all. “Have the fleet emerge from Hyperspace in sector three and have Captain Mershiks force emerge in sector eight. Order the fleet to engulf the enemy forces, attempt to disable the vessels, but destroy them if necessary.”

“Yes sir.”

As the Imperial fleet emerged from the Corellian Hyperspace channel, space suddenly erupted into a vast haze of green turbo laser fire. Missiles swarmed from their tubes, while the fleet trapped the enemy armada between a rock and a hard place. The Hellfire was leading the offensive driving a wedge between the enemy fleet, cutting it like a knife through butter.

As the Grand Admiral smiled at his approaching victory, he decided to try and end the conflict before to many lives were needlessly lost.

Rebel soldiers, you have fought far longer than you need have. Cease this foolish conflict, the war has been over for almost thirty years, why do you persist? Surrender now and your lives will be spared. You will be granted full pardon on my word, you will be allowed to return to your worlds, your families, stop needlessly shedding blood.

Upon my ships, are Coredians, such as yourselves, that now work with the Empire, they now call it home. They have realised the futility of war, and chaos. Will you persist while those far younger demonstrate greater wisdom. Shut down your weapons and abandon your ships, and you will be allowed to live the rest of your lives in peace.

As the channel closed Thrawn turned to his first officer. “If they don’t surrender have the fleet target the lead vessel, take of its head and offer the choice of surrender again. Transmit pictures of their homeland.”

“Yes Admiral.”

"Sir! Something popped out of hyperspace."

"Shit, its Thrawns forces. They have arrived."

"Helm move us on an exit vector! Identify Thrawn's ship."

"No need sir, they are communicating with the rebel fleet."

"Hopefully they ignore what he has to say. Continue to fire at the Chronosian fleet. Don't hit thrawn's fleet yet. Tactical, arm a full spread of anti-matter torpedoes. In space they are legal to use."

"Yes sir. Target for them?"

"Thrawn's Fleet. If we have to use them, launch them and helm, jump us to hyperspace."

"Yes sir."

"Communications, get me a channel to Thrawn."

"Yes sir."

As the fleet continues to fire at the Chronosian fleet, they are moving towards an exit vector. The comm officer nodded to Server indicating he has a channel.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn! This is Admiral Server. Why don't you save us all the trouble of massive bloodshed and let Corneliu have this system. It isn't even worth fighting over it."

Soldiers and crew looked at each other, wondering what to do. Increasingly trapped, with no way out, it seems likely that they will either surrender or die. Suddenly, a few of the smaller ships sent what amounts to white flags, offering to choose surrender over death.

Commodore Kilvan was increasingly furious at this. Cowards! He watched as the mighty Super Star Destroyer pounded on the fleets. He knew he could not survive this battle much longer.

"Sir, orders?" Officers asked.

"Find an exit route." He snapped. "Have the other, non-traitor ships cover the Thunderhawk!"

"Yes sir!"

The star destroyer shuddered again as another volley attacked it's shields, whittling it down further as it tried to vector away from the enemy fleet. In return, it sent another punishing blow of energy into the ranks of the Imperials, hoping to hold them off to make his escape.

"My Lord; casualties are high....But |Imperial reinfrocements under Thrawn have arrived."

"Excellent; purgwe the Corneliu force; they want this system...They will drown in blood to take it. Aim full weapons at the command ship; silence their bleating admiral. I don't care if it takes every ship we have left! DO It! Now!"

The Ships pushed forward; what remained was a decimated fleet; but one which pushed on with the last of its drive and conviction. The weapons crackled in the void; and then exploded forth; it was the day of judgement...

“Admiral, we have an incoming channel, form the Corneliuan forces.”

“Very well, put them through”

"Grand Admiral Thrawn! This is Admiral Server. Why don't you save us all the trouble of massive bloodshed and let Corneliu have this system. It isn't even worth fighting over it."

Thrawn sat up in his chair outraged at the gaul of this Admiral. Open a channel. “Admiral, you have attacked Imperial outposts, you have destroyed Imperial military fortifications, you have invaded Imperial space, you have no right to dictate terms. You will surrender your vessels now, or you will be destroyed.”

Thrawn closed the channel. Looking at his first officer Captain Veers Thrawn asked casually. “Is the reserve fleet in position?”

“Yes Admiral. The enemy once the emerge back onto the Hyperspace lane will run into the task force. They will be taken by surprise by the fleet and by the newly installed minefields.”

“Excellent.” Thrawn mused. “Let them escape.”

OOC: Chron, GET ON MSN

The Star Destroyer and what remained of the tattered fleet finally fled into hyperspace, and the Commodore breathed in relief. Damn...we lost this battle. How are we going to free Coreworlds from the Empire now? Even with Corneliu, the fleets are just too powerful.

The Ships Commander opened communications with the newly arrived ships.
"Admiral Thrawn; it is an honor to meet you at last. We were sent be our most wise Emperor to aid you; for it is obvious that cancer still festers in your pure empire." He chuckled slightly. "Give but the word; and they shall die peasents deaths; they shall be reduced to ashes and bone; by the Emperor's will"

“Admiral, we are being hailed by our allies. The Chronosian commander wishes to speak with you.”

“Ahh as expected, Put him on the viewer, we must thank him for his noble but tactless offensive.” A muffled laughter crept through the bridge, it was not often the Admiral made a joke, but when he did, everyone laughed.

Admiral Thrawn; it is an honor to meet you at last. We were sent be our most wise Emperor to aid you; for it is obvious that cancer still festers in your pure empire." He chuckled slightly. "Give but the word; and they shall die peasents deaths; they shall be reduced to ashes and bone; by the Emperor's will

“Thank you my strong ally, you have fought bravely and lost many men to our common enemy. The security of the Empire is in the Galaxies best interests, if we were to fall anarchy, and chaos would reign over the known territories. You will find its much harder to patrol an Empire of Galactic size compared to much smaller nations. The Coredian rebellion is no longer a threat, their world has been found and they will retreat back into the Death Star itself. The survivors, will be allowed to return home, I will not break my word. As for the Cornlian forces, a much larger campaign must be devised. Alert your emperor that I am sending an emissary.”

“Thank you my strong ally, you have fought bravely and lost many men to our common enemy. The security of the Empire is in the Galaxies best interests, if we were to fall anarchy, and chaos would reign over the known territories. You will find its much harder to patrol an Empire of Galactic size compared to much smaller nations. The Coredian rebellion is no longer a threat, their world has been found and they will retreat back into the Death Star itself. The survivors, will be allowed to return home, I will not break my word. As for the Cornlian forces, a much larger campaign must be devised. Alert your emperor that I am sending an emissary.”

"You make it sound as though galaxys plunging into anarchy and chaos would be a bad thing; dear admiral. But I shall indeed relay your message. The Emperor will accept your emissiary; for he feels there is much to discuss. He feels that in the handover of power...relations have become stagnant; and he wishes to breathe fresh life into our grand alliance" He chuckled, smirking wryly. "He awaits the arrival with rapt anticipation"

At that moment, another group of starships appeared out of hyperspace. This is the awaited re-enforcements from Corneliuan Prime. When they entered normal space, the immediately unleashed anti-matter torpedoes at the enemy fleet.

"This is Admiral Bush to Coreworlds fleet. Fall in behind us. We'll protect you and get you to safety."

"This is Admiral Server to Admiral Bush. About time you got here."

"Sorry sir. Minor glitch."

Both sets of fleets open up on the enemy fleets.

OOC: Sorry for the long delay my friends. I've been having Personal problems.

OOC Assuming I can join in.

IC THe Assembly, after hours of long debate, finally agreed this was infomaton the Emperor needed to know. Milamber, called Pug by the Emperor, and a good friend to his faimly as well, pulled out the SHadow Transported and dissapered.

HE arrivd on te patterned tiles of the Imperial Palace, looking at the Emperor with weay eyes.

"The Assembly wish you to know that Thrawn is under attack." HE said sighing. "Your will?"

The Emperor just looked calmly at Pug, then his wife, who ven now looked radient.

"Orders for ISCS, he is to send the third Fleet and Hundred White Guard, as well as a Regiment of SPace Marines. Tomas will go on the flag ship, along with what ever guard he can muster in the next half an hour. I also want the Party for War Mobilzed within the next few days." He said it all with an impassivty, although the fact he was sending one hundred White did not go unoitced, he left the room to fill out those orders.


Tomas Ashen-Sauger, the Force COmmander of the Emperors own forces, watched as the Hunred white Guard, as well as three thousand Imperial Whites where loading onto the Decks of the Acoma Glory, a ship donated by Mara when she was elevated to the rank of Warlord. He wondered at the wisdom of such facts, but shruged it off. Within an hour, the ship was ready for take off, and he sighed at he felt the normal jostle as the huge BEamoth lifed from the ground. Once in space, ISCS took command of its decks, putting it into a formation with presision only a computer could muster. He watched as the Two Space Marine ships also where filed in behind him, The Proper One Kilomeater away from his ship. Once they began moving, the distance would increase, but with ISCS prassion, there would be no accidents. HE sighed as the ships sliped into the shadow realm.

On the surface of the Planet, the Allience or War and the Warlords Party both where getting the messages to muster for war in the green heart. Tasiao, Force Commander of the Acoma, who succured the Warlords seat meardays ago went abou orginzing provisions, while Mara, the Warlord HErself, made sure all Members of the Two parties where pledging what they could, while she also requested other houses joined, to increase the power she would have to grant the Emperor. Now the Empire was reading for war, she was sure the EverKingdom would follow.

OOC Now, need to get the EverQuen into this. Cause If I may join, so may he.

OOC: Is this where I come in? Or a little later?

OOC: You can come in now but make sure you post a mobilization here. Also make sure you figure out where we are so we don't waste a couple of pages argueing over the legality of the attack.

OOC: May I assume that the location of the attack was divulged to us on Corneliuan prime?

OOC: I'll try and get to this thread as soon as i can, but i have a major project underway right now. It may be a while..

OOC: May I assume that the location of the attack was divulged to us on Corneliuan prime?

OOC: Sure! Just ask me in that thread!

OOC: I'll try and get to this thread as soon as i can, but i have a major project underway right now. It may be a while..

OOC:Take your time Unified Sith. It took me awhile to get over a personal crisis that I have and though I am not over it totally, I needed to get my mind off of it.

Continued From: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8177338#post8177338

The three Primeline DawnRunner fleets arrived at the Thorn system first, then moved to a position displaced from the DawnRunner fleet over Stygia. The other five DawnRunners would arrive within a few hours, at which point Calculations would begin on a Targeting Solution for a Probability Jump into the field of battle.

"36th DawnRunner BattleFleet Reporting," Admiral Krenzler began, then waited for the acknowledgement from the other two fleets.

"29th DawnRunner BattleFleet, Sol Operations, Reporting," Came the first response.

"6th DawnRunner BattleFleet, Experimental Weapons Division, Reporting," Came the other reply. "Be advised, we are heavy one modified Cannon Cruiser. I repeat, we are heavy one modified Cannon Cruiser. We can start the fight with one hell of a bang."

Comms chatter exploded with exclamations. Even the three DawnRunners defending Thorn joined in out of pure shock.

"Holy shit!" "You mean we have an active PPD?!" "Just keep that thing pointed the other direction please!" "Ooo pretty..." "Does anybody smell Imperial Bacon?"

"Cut it, you lot! Just get combat ready as soon as possible. Soon as the other five DawnRunners arrive, we begin Calculations. So get those trigger fingers ready. In a few hours, shit blows up. And get that Modified Cannon Cruiser ready for unmanned operations... I have a plan for that sucker."

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The other Five DawnRunners arrived some time later, moving to join the first three BattleFleets, and finishing preparations. After calling in their designations, Krenzler stood at attention, and ordered a general comms channel.

"Ladies! Gentlemen! M'Lekk'Torr Symbiotes and Cyborgs! I hereby announce the formation of the First Godulan Primeline Strike Fleet! These eight DawnRunners gathered here today, under the flag of WAR... will test their mettle against the best the Imperials have to offer. Fate and Skill willing, we will send those damned lapdogs scurrying under the couch with their tails between their legs!"

"HOOAH!"

"I do not expect us to make it through this day unscathed. I fully expect that even I myself will be a dead man by the battle's end. And you know what? I don't f***ing care. I KNOW where I'm going, and so should you!"

"We'll Be Back!" "Twice as Strong!" "Death doesn't hold us down!"

"Kill them! Kill them all! And if they kill you, take them with you! Bring them down in balls of fiery glory! Knock the uppity right out of them."

"A good swift kick in the nuts!"

"We all know the chant... let it ring in their ears as death knocks on their door."

Krenzler listened in exhultation as a Caleshani battle chant began to ring out through all coms. The third largest of Godular's secondary principalities had been host to a great many nomadic tribes, bloodthirsty as they were skilled, and they had taught the Godulans many things, from tactics to battlecries. The one blaring through all comms as final Calculations went underway was the simplest and most direct of the Caleshani chants.

Hoja He... Hoja He... Hoja Injo Hoja He...

Kill them all... Kill them all... Kill them all, before they Kill you...

The chant would rise in volume as the calculations neared completion and the Probability Drives were ready to Iterate. Until then, Krenzler walked into his office, established secure comms on a frequency not used by the chanting soldiers growing drunk on their own bloodlust, and began working with the other admirals, hammering out battle tactics and delivery methods for the several... surprises they had in store.

Wayland, Black Order Headquarters...

I jumped out of hyperspace eight planetary diameters from Wayland, and made sure the shuttle carrying my cousin and newfound friend was following me.

"Ok, guys, this is what we're going to do. I'm going to get my Black Order in business to deal with the Imperial forces." I said to them as we headed for the planet. I also will need to keep the Grand Admiral off my back, by 'dealing' with Corneliu as well.

Wayland, Black Order Headquarters...

I jumped out of hyperspace eight planetary diameters from Wayland, and made sure the shuttle carrying my cousin and newfound friend was following me.

"Ok, guys, this is what we're going to do. I'm going to get my Black Order in business to deal with the Imperial forces." I said to them as we headed for the planet. I also will need to keep the Grand Admiral off my back, by 'dealing' with Corneliu as well.

"Copy that Masaki!" Thomas stated as he came out behind him. "What now?"

"Just follow me." I said, then switched to Ground Control. "Rogue 1 to Ground Control, requesting clearance for landing, please. Shuttle behind me is with me."

"Copy that, Commander. Clearance is granted, over."

"Roger."

I headed down to the planet and entered the atmosphere, letting the gravity well allow me to dive through the kilometers of air at several times the speed of sound. I kicked in my repulsarlifts to flare as I slowed down several hundred meters above the ground, then aimed my fighter for a large mountain nearby: Mount Tantis.

I flew into the hangar bay and landed softly on my personal parking space, climbed out and allowed the crew to start servicing my fighter.

The shuttle lands as well and Thomas and Kelvin got out and walks over to Masaki.

"This should be fun. Wanna show me around this puptent?"

The shuttle lands as well and Thomas and Kelvin got out and walks over to Masaki.

"This should be fun. Wanna show me around this puptent?"
"Sure." I smirked. "Let's go."

The door into the Black Order opened automatically as I walked in. *See previous show-around*

But when I entered the training halls, two shuriken launched out at me, forcing me to teleport and replace my former location with a log (I don't always use Kawarmi no Jutsu [Body-switching skill] when I teleport, but it's useful at times). I reappeared behind my twin brothers.

"Little rascals!" I yelled. "What did I tell you about throwing those things at me?!"

Taylor and Jacob smirked right back at me. "Sorry, bro!"

I rolled my eyes. "Ahh...aside from the fact that you nearly caused a heart attack in me, that's not bad throwing."

They're 12 years old now, but that doesn't prevent them from giving me hell at times, of course. Well, they're getting pretty good at hitting targets with sharp instruments. Would have gotten me without my precognitive ability. Kudos to my second-in-command Naruto. They're terrible together, what with the pranks they can send forth on unsuspecting people. Good for them, bad for everyone else.

Thomas laughed.

"Anyway, this place is great." He then looked at the twins. "You two need to learn patience just as I did." he said to those two looking at his cousin Masaki.

Thomas laughed.

"Anyway, this place is great." He then looked at the twins. "You two need to learn patience just as I did." he said to those two looking at his cousin Masaki.
"Yeah, and discipline as well." I said. "Anyway, let's head to the Command Center."

I lead them through the other halls, showing them the dorms, the offices, the cafeteria. Then, I walked to a set of heavy doors, sliding my keycard through the slot and pressing the code. The heavy metal-and-ferrocrete doors slid aside, allowing us entry into the Command Center. A giant circular room, the Command Center shows a highly interactive holomap of the galaxy, and one can touch each of the major areas of interest and get more information on a star or planet.

"From here, we could view trouble spots from all around the galaxy and send word to the Jedi Council or Coruscant to deal with it. Or, I could send Black Order operatives to gather more information on said troubles." I said, touching my home territory, showing last known information on the situation. "As you can see, the current invasion has colored it flashing red, indicating a conflict going on there. There's also the names of the nations involved so far, like Coreworlds, Corneliu, the Empire, etcetera."

"Yeah, and discipline as well." I said. "Anyway, let's head to the Command Center."

I lead them through the other halls, showing them the dorms, the offices, the cafeteria. Then, I walked to a set of heavy doors, sliding my keycard through the slot and pressing the code. The heavy metal-and-ferrocrete doors slid aside, allowing us entry into the Command Center. A giant circular room, the Command Center shows a highly interactive holomap of the galaxy, and one can touch each of the major areas of interest and get more information on a star or planet.

"From here, we could view trouble spots from all around the galaxy and send word to the Jedi Council or Coruscant to deal with it. Or, I could send Black Order operatives to gather more information on said troubles." I said, touching my home territory, showing last known information on the situation. "As you can see, the current invasion has colored it flashing red, indicating a conflict going on there. There's also the names of the nations involved so far, like Coreworlds, Corneliu, the Empire, etcetera."

"And there's the invasion now. Looks like a massive battle going on." Thomas stated looking at the map. "Doesn't look good does it?"

Kelvin pointed at a particular spot on the display, somewhere in the outer rim territories. "There. That is Thorn. The Godulan forces will be mobilizing there."

Scanning the enormous display again, he pointed at another spot, on the opposite side of the galaxy, somewhat clockwise from the region that the Yuuzhan Vong entered through so long ago.

"Obsidian."

Kelvin pointed at a particular spot on the display, somewhere in the outer rim territories. "There. That is Thorn. The Godulan forces will be mobilizing there."

Scanning the enormous display again, he pointed at another spot, on the opposite side of the galaxy, somewhat clockwise from the region that the Yuuzhan Vong entered through so long ago.

"Obsidian."

Thomas looks at the kid. "Obsidian? What the hell is Obsidian?"

He looks at the map again. "We gotta form a plan to do liberate Coreworlds" Thomas whispered to Daniel.

"Obsidian is my brother. He is... death. He appears to be perilously close to several imperial systems. Much though we Godulans are taught that the Empire is the enemy, I would not wish them to suffer a 'final solution'."

Kelvin returned his attention to the highlighted parts of the map, studying incursion lines and battle fronts.

"The Godulan Fleets will likely arrive at this point here," he stated, pointing at a spot behind the brunt of the imperial advance, "Utilizing their probability drive to bypass the majority of any defensive measures between them and their destination. They will focus on Interdictors first, using focused fire on bridge compartments to disable the command operations of each vessel... 'Bridge Sniping' they call it. The front line vessels will then start Probability Jumping around the enemy forces, while the support vessels commence full-scale bombardment from a distance, likely making a jump into the midst of Allied forces for protection.

"Are there any Super Star Destroyers in that battle?"

I smirked. "Grand Admiral Thrawn's flagship, most likely. He's always in the middle of things. You know, I think..."

I stopped for a minute, then looked at Kelvin. "I think you could counter his strategies. You're that good."

"Thrawn's a rather ok guy, despite being an Imperial." I shrugged. "But in his own way, he's pretty ruthless. He's the only Imperial that's ever truly captured me. Oh, sure I was in the clutches of Darth Vader or Emperor Palpatine, but I always managed to escape them. Thrawn, he's different. He managed to put a pretty big gun on our heads at Konoha (I pointed to a location in the Colonies). He had, as many say, an offer we couldn't refuse."

"So how do you want to take him out?" Thomas asked. "If he dies, what will happen to the empire and will it create enough confusion to liberate your worlds?"

"So how do you want to take him out?" Thomas asked. "If he dies, what will happen to the empire and will it create enough confusion to liberate your worlds?"
"If he dies, there's a pretty big chance of civil war between factions in the Empire. Admiral Malin is one guy. He's a former top commander of the Emperor, but he struck out on his own after his death, and is currently the top rival to the Grand Admiral, pretty much controlling the Death Star and any fleet attached to it. Then there are the two factions that could plunge the galaxy into deep trouble if they took the throne: Chronosia and Doomingsland. Chronosia has turned into an evil daemon nation-cult, currying favor with daemons that even a strong Jedi like me would be hard-pressed to defeat without help. If I could say, I think Obsidian will have competition in the form of foes like Khorne."

"The other nation is Doomingsland, who's PredAlien -you might see him around here- is as dangerous as anything in the galaxy could be, and hard to defeat since he's a very strong Force-sensitive to boot. The nation also turns people into Dooman by means of some horrible form of genetic engineering and flash-imprinting. Both nations are the absolute worst you could have on the Imperial Throne."

I then smirked. "Then there are other factions, but mainly small enough to just be used for coalition-building. However, there is one faction that's powerful enough to handle both Doomingsland and Chronosia and keep them at bay. One that if plans are done well, might just be able to take Coruscant or take enough Imperial territory that it won't matter one way or another."

I pointed to my territory and chuckled. "Coreworlds. With the help of your nations and others."

"If he dies, there's a pretty big chance of civil war between factions in the Empire. Admiral Malin is one guy. He's a former top commander of the Emperor, but he struck out on his own after his death, and is currently the top rival to the Grand Admiral, pretty much controlling the Death Star and any fleet attached to it. Then there are the two factions that could plunge the galaxy into deep trouble if they took the throne: Chronosia and Doomingsland. Chronosia has turned into an evil daemon nation-cult, currying favor with daemons that even a strong Jedi like me would be hard-pressed to defeat without help. If I could say, I think Obsidian will have competition in the form of foes like Khorne."

"The other nation is Doomingsland, who's PredAlien -you might see him around here- is as dangerous as anything in the galaxy could be, and hard to defeat since he's a very strong Force-sensitive to boot. The nation also turns people into Dooman by means of some horrible form of genetic engineering and flash-imprinting. Both nations are the absolute worst you could have on the Imperial Throne."

I then smirked. "Then there are other factions, but mainly small enough to just be used for coalition-building. However, there is one faction that's powerful enough to handle both Doomingsland and Chronosia and keep them at bay. One that if plans are done well, might just be able to take Coruscant or take enough Imperial territory that it won't matter one way or another."

I pointed to my territory and chuckled. "Coreworlds. With the help of your nations and others."

When he was done talking Thomas just whistled. "Sounds like alot to keep us busy for awhile. I think we can help you take the thrown but My father and grandfather may have something to say about that. You know they want the Empire destroyed. We need to convince them that Coreworlds should lead the empire and that, with their help, cement it in alliance to defend Coreworlds right to the throne." He turned back to the map. "The other nations though may not like that. We're already in hot water against Chronosia and Unified Sith since we're attacking them now. This is not going to be easy."

When he was done talking Thomas just whistled. "Sounds like alot to keep us busy for awhile. I think we can help you take the thrown but My father and grandfather may have something to say about that. You know they want the Empire destroyed. We need to convince them that Coreworlds should lead the empire and that, with their help, cement it in alliance to defend Coreworlds right to the throne." He turned back to the map. "The other nations though may not like that. We're already in hot water against Chronosia and Unified Sith since we're attacking them now. This is not going to be easy."
"Yeah, but ask them this question: Would they rather have me on the throne, or someone else they don't know?"

"Yeah, but ask them this question: Would they rather have me on the throne, or someone else they don't know?"

"True but why don't you ask them that question."

"True but why don't you ask them that question."
"I will." I said. "For now, let's see what we can do with the Sith. Right now, Admiral Rommel's a bit conservative with the invasion, just in a defensive position until he's sure that the Sith are being beaten back, or Admiral Server suddenly develops a fit of insanity and attacks without regard. He'll probably fight, but aim to disable and tow back home. After all, he doesn't want another loss like what happened at Konoha."

"I will." I said. "For now, let's see what we can do with the Sith. Right now, Admiral Rommel's a bit conservative with the invasion, just in a defensive position until he's sure that the Sith are being beaten back, or Admiral Server suddenly develops a fit of insanity and attacks without regard. He'll probably fight, but aim to disable and tow back home. After all, he doesn't want another loss like what happened at Konoha."

"I do remember that. Dad will not fight lightly but not insanely either. He is a calculated foe and knows how to defeat an enemy even when surrounded." He thought awhile. "He could be considered Grand Admiral Thrawn's counterpart. He is that good."

"I do remember that. Dad will not fight lightly but not insanely either. He is a calculated foe and knows how to defeat an enemy even when surrounded." He thought awhile. "He could be considered Grand Admiral Thrawn's counterpart. He is that good."
"Interesting." I said. "So how are we going to get Rommel to join with your father and help defeat the Sith this time around? We need a victory that has to impress him as much as cripple enemy forces."

"Interesting." I said. "So how are we going to get Rommel to join with your father and help defeat the Sith this time around? We need a victory that has to impress him as much as cripple enemy forces."

"That isn't for me to decide cousin. That is your decision and that of my father's!"

Kelvin watched the huge display as the conversation went on around him, barely managing to acknowledge the question asked him earlier, and only showing a slight interest when he heard the mention of a creature called a "pred-alien".

"With respect to the battle at hand, It appears that Thrawn led in with a fusillade of hyperspace-modified torpedoes. Surprising ingenuity...

"Fleet morale in the battle is low, at the moment the best you can hope for is reinforcements. The Godulans fleets will be enough to knock him around for a bit... hopefully it will be long enough for further reinforcements to arrive. I suspect the Klingtonians are also aware of the situation and marshalling troops as well. They are equipped with Godulan VoidShields, same as the Godulan fleets themselves, and should stymie any efforts to utilize superlasers or the like...

"As for countering Thrawn himself... it is a penchant for throwing unexpected things at the enemy that makes him dangerous. To counter him, one must fight fire with fire, so to speak... Mister Masaki... does Thrawn know anything of my presence?"

OOC: I need you on MSN, please.

"Commander." I corrected absently. "Unless he's picked up transmissions from Godular about your presence, he does not know about you as far as I know."

OOC: Corneliu? MSN, please.

Kelvin watched the huge display as the conversation went on around him, barely managing to acknowledge the question asked him earlier, and only showing a slight interest when he heard the mention of a creature called a "pred-alien".

"With respect to the battle at hand, It appears that Thrawn led in with a fusillade of hyperspace-modified torpedoes. Surprising ingenuity...

"Fleet morale in the battle is low, at the moment the best you can hope for is reinforcements. The Godulans fleets will be enough to knock him around for a bit... hopefully it will be long enough for further reinforcements to arrive. I suspect the Klingtonians are also aware of the situation and marshalling troops as well. They are equipped with Godulan VoidShields, same as the Godulan fleets themselves, and should stymie any efforts to utilize superlasers or the like...

"As for countering Thrawn himself... it is a penchant for throwing unexpected things at the enemy that makes him dangerous. To counter him, one must fight fire with fire, so to speak... Mister Masaki... does Thrawn know anything of my presence?"

OOC: I guess you missed my fleet Re-enforcements. Don't worry. You couldn't have known.

The Fleet sliped out of the shadow realm, now the formation more spreed out. The Fleet was made up of one Basestar and 30 Battlestars, with full fighter compliment. As well as this, there was the Marine Chapter Vessle and the house ship, both of which mainly transports. The fleet arrived near the edge of the battlefeild, their smoothed forms moving towards the Corneliu ships. Tomas confeered with ISCS, and it was quickly the stratergies where worked out.

"Launch fighters," Tomas said in a hard voice "Base star, Launch Ordance and raiders, Battlestars connect Hammerhead Piolets." He watched as the Raider Fighters moved out, their compliment of Ordance Nuclear weapons ready. They moved fast, almost as fast as the Hammerhead Illetrian pioleted ships. The battlestars positioned for maximum fire position, as turrets moved up. The Stars launched a major amount of nuclear fire, the purple forzen exaust lines making it look like a number of fire works. ISCS made a message to the Corneliu ships.

-You have attacked Imperial forces for no reason, while we are not their searvents, we are allied with them, and our forces will come to assistance. Leave, or any prisoners shall be given a slaves death and hung.-

OOC US will apreciate what the hanging means.

The Fleet sliped out of the shadow realm, now the formation more spreed out. The Fleet was made up of one Basestar and 30 Battlestars, with full fighter compliment. As well as this, there was the Marine Chapter Vessle and the house ship, both of which mainly transports. The fleet arrived near the edge of the battlefeild, their smoothed forms moving towards the Corneliu ships. Tomas confeered with ISCS, and it was quickly the stratergies where worked out.

"Launch fighters," Tomas said in a hard voice "Base star, Launch Ordance and raiders, Battlestars connect Hammerhead Piolets." He watched as the Raider Fighters moved out, their compliment of Ordance Nuclear weapons ready. They moved fast, almost as fast as the Hammerhead Illetrian pioleted ships. The battlestars positioned for maximum fire position, as turrets moved up. The Stars launched a major amount of nuclear fire, the purple forzen exaust lines making it look like a number of fire works. ISCS made a message to the Corneliu ships.

-You have attacked Imperial forces for no reason, while we are not their searvents, we are allied with them, and our forces will come to assistance. Leave, or any prisoners shall be given a slaves death and hung.-

OOC US will apreciate what the hanging means.

OOC: Who gave you permission to join anyway?

OOC: He asked earlier, but nobody responded

Back in Liberty City, The Vice President of Corneliu (much like a prime Minister) was looking over the reports because the President was nowhere to be found.

"Looks like the fight is getting tougher already. This was expected however! Get the 3rd Naval Fleet warmed up and let us get prepared to take the fight right to the capitol of Coreworlds."

As the order was issued, the fighting continued.

OOC: This thread on hiatus or somethin'? Was hoping to get a post from an 'enemy combatant' before the Godulan Fleet zaps in.

IC:

Kelvin gave a slight nod at Masaki's response. "The Archonate took great pains to keep me secret from the imperials.

"I believe I can do something that will... surprise the enemy forces more than anything. I will need assistance, however. I am not certain if I will be able to do everything necessary all by myself. My timing will need to be spot on as well."