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President Mercer appears on holo image and begins to speak, "Greetings members of the Galactic Empire. In my stead my VP made an error in judgement. However I shall rectify it. As of this moment I am announcing my nation's complete independence of the GE as stipulated in the Chronosian-Dratherian treaty. As well I am asking all GE vessels and personnel to leave the galaxies which we inhabite i.e the Centurion and Arnosian Galaxies. We will give you three months to comply before we are forced to take other actions. Thank you and have a flippin fantastic day. This decision has been made in the best interest of my people." With that Mercer signed off and walked to his chambers aboard the Tormentor.

IMPERIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

RE: Dratheria and the Imperium of Man.

Today the Galactic Empire is announcing its outrage regarding Dratharian attempts to disrupt the delicate political balance and cause utter chaos within the international community. The massing upon the border with Chronosia, the reconstruction of large scale arms and the refitting of two super capital class vessels with Faster than light capability is in clear violation of the Imperial/Dratherian treaty.

The Galactic Empire is therefore issuing this statement.

Dratharian attempts to break the treaty that has maintained peace within the Pemellian sector of the Galaxy for over five years now has not gone unnoticed. Dratharia has recently made demands that Imperial forces leave Dratharian space under the threat of armed conflict. The Dratharian government has also refitted two supercapital class vessels with faster than light engines, in direct violation of the surrender treaty which insured Dratharian existence.

Under the recent circumstances the Imperial Navy is forced into dispatching a task force to insure the security of the Golan station within the Dratharian home system.

Dratharia has one week to meet the treaty guidelines or war will be declared.

To comply with the treaty Dratharia must,

Remove all warships within 20 light years of the Chronosian border.

Scale down arms manufacturing by 25%

Remove the Faster than light engines of all super capital class warships.

Issue a Public apology to the Galactic Empire for the treaty violation.

The Galactic Empire understands that Dratharia may have been corrupted by the Imperium of Man to undertake these illegal and dangerous actions, but let us issue this warning. Any further attempts to impede upon the Imperial sphere of influence by the Imperium of Man will lead to open war.

President Xarias sent a return communique

It is possible to do all you ask except the removal of warships 20 Lightyears from any Chronosian Territory. That stipulation is impossible as it would comprimise for the highly important naval base at Nephele which is only 10 Lightyears from Tyr. All other things are in the process of being completed and shall be finished within two weeks. The fleet at our borders has been dispersed although all forces are at Ready Level Red. We would also like to note that except the visit of Kailen with Lord Cabot we have had no activity on Chronosian borders. We have no problem with the Galactic Empire but rather do not wish to be associated with it noting it's involvements with the Chaos forces of Chronosia. Such is the will of the Creator and the Emperor.

The Crusader and her escorts consisting of four Battle Barges and twenty Strike Cruisers folded space in orbit around Dratheria and approached the Golan V Battlestation. A holo transmission was sent to the Imperial station and the Emperor appeared, "Greetings most esteemed members of the Galactic Empire. I wish to dock the Crusader with your station and engage you in relations concerning Dratheria and their reasons for pulling out from the GE. Of course I do this as a favor to the Dratherians for bringing me back to life and risking your fury to protect me and restore my dream of mankind united."

Golan Five 12CQ

The fantastic thing about Imperial Golan stations is that they are ninety nine percent automated. Inside the command centre, deep within the bowels of the sprawling structure there is a human crew, but they are small in number and are usually clones from Kamino. As such, a diplomatic mission from a foreign head of state is unusual and rather unpredicted.

"Greetings most esteemed members of the Galactic Empire. I wish to dock the Crusader with your station and engage you in relations concerning Dratheria and their reasons for pulling out from the GE. Of course I do this as a favor to the Dratherians for bringing me back to life and risking your fury to protect me and restore my dream of mankind united."

“Well, well, looks like we have guests commander.” CT-938403 remarked showing blatant disregard for procedure. “Their ships are approaching the station at a steady rate, they could be aggressive.”

The clone trooper given command rank looked at is subordinates through his dark black visor and considered the situation. He was not qualified to open up negotiations. He was not authorised to allow any foreign vessels to dock, and the entire situation dictated an impending attack, so there was only one thing to do.

“Approaching vessels, this is not a diplomatic centre. To open up relations with the Galactic Empire please send a delegation to Coruscant. Any further encroachment upon this station will result in defensive procedures being taken.”

As if to push the point the stations weapons systems came to life.

The Emperor sent a transmission back and said, "I thank you we will arrive there shortly to discuss these diplomatic terms." When he finished the transmission the Crusader folded space and was then in space around Coruscant where the Emperor sent a message, ""Greetings most esteemed members of the Galactic Empire. I wish to meet with you and engage you in diplomatic relations concerning Dratheria and their reasons for trying to pull out from the GE. Of course I do this as a favor to the Dratherians for bringing me back to life and risking your fury to protect me and restore my dream of mankind united."

Coruscant, one of the Galaxies most well known, and therefore most well defended systems, has been, over the course of thousands of years transformed into a defensive utopia, where armed assault is all but suicidal.

The armed defensive installations, battle platforms, and the ominous threat of the Death Star is enough to put off any determined foe, but yet, there have been attempts on the Imperial centre, and because of this, the Clone forces are always on alert for any unexpected guests see fit to intrude.

Almost fifty years prior to the day, a great warship from the rouge state of Outer Heaven phased into existence inside the Coruscant system. That event surprised the Imperial forces, which led to war with Outer Heaven, and a subsequent invasion and destruction of the nations holdings, eventually forcing the despot out of the Galaxy.

And today, the same happened, armed warships, what could even be considered an invasion fleet phased back into the Coruscant system, perhaps not with the most evil of intentions, but the lives of a trillion people could not be left to something as fickle as chance. So, as with all intruders, the Imperial Defence grid activated.

DEFENCE GRID SECTOR MXS/339

GOLAN TURRETS ONLINE

COMMUNICATION JAMMING ONLINE

PLANETERY SHIELD CHARGING…….ONLINE

VESSELS IDENTIFIED – IMPERIUM OF MAN WARSHIPS – WAR SIGNAL TRANSMITTED

And it was as simple as that. The basic Imperial Artificial Intelligence, organised an intergalactic campaign against an entire alliance.

Within the Coruscant system itself, weapons systems activated and began discharging upon the lone forces. Gravity cones preventing escape into the warp insured a swift result, and as ever the Imperial Navy prepared to rise to the occasion.

However, unknown to the Imperial forces, thanks to the relentless jamming from the thousands of emitters over hundreds of satellites and installations, the foreign message of peace was lost in the void.


Golan Five 12CQ

The Dratharian homesystem was for the most part a quiet front. The Imperial/Dratharian treaty guaranteed peace, however in the past few days tensions had increased resulting in the arrival of a task force which hovered around the Golan as a protective shroud.

Below, lay the shimmering orb that was the Dratharian Homeworld, glistening in its glory of apparent peace and security, until, until the communiqué arrived from Coruscant.

WAR DECLARED – OPERATION SANITATION GREEN – COMMENCE DECOMATAMINATION IMMEDIANTLY

CT-888762 looked at the blitz transmission with surprise, he had to read the red text twice before it truly sunk in. The peace process was supposedly proceeding to plan, Dratharia, was for the most part capitulating, why in the emperors name would they launch a pre-emptive attack? But, being a clone trooper and a member of the Imperial Navy, it was not his job to second guess the orders of his superiors. For all 888762 knew, the Imperial Centre could be in flames, a giant piece of rubble now decorating the Core, like the traitorous world Alderaan. He had to begin the attack immediately, which could only be improved upon by the new addition of the Imperial task force, which had also undoubtedly received orders.

“All hands, engage tactical operation 5567/B immediately, you may fire at will.” 888762 didn’t need a series of Yes Sirs to know the job was being completed, his crew were clones, and clones followed orders.

The fleet supporting the Golan began to break up moving towards their programmed targets while the station opened fire upon the Dratharian shield and defensive network, within one crippling blow the planets shield grid below would be gouged in half, with, most of the generators being targeted by several heavy turbo laser batteries. The fleet itself would begin attacking the Dratharian forces in space dock, hitting them while alone, un-crewed and vulnerable.

Across the vast expanse that is the Galactic Empire the Imperial Navy would be reacting to this pre-emptive assault upon their home. Allies would also receive the news, the first, Chronosia, and then, Doomingsland, with many more to follow…….

The Empire had been stirred to war, though accidentally, by a foreign leaders incompetence, but the Empire, did not forgive idiocy. The Empire, does not tolerate failure.

"Commander!"

"What is it Comm?" sighed Captain Trillian, bored out of her mind on yet another exciting patrol through the void. The Andrassda had such an uninteresting mission profile that she was almost willing to sleep with someone to get front line duty.

"Looks like Unified Sith is blowing the hell out of another sentient nation."

"Uhh... foreward to command and request permission for diplomatic intervention so we can set up peace talks and keep whoever the heck is getting glassed from being turned into a ceramic mine."

"Processing.... command says go to the Dratherians ASAP, that's where they think this nonsense started. And afterwards we are to report home. They're gonna scrap the Andrassda and give us some new digital monstrosity. Oh well, at least it's a line ship..."

"HELM! Set a course for wherever that slag heap is and get us there at maximum jump capacity. I want that old hyper-core put through her paces! Don't worry about wear and tear, we're getting a new ride after this. Engage at will."



And with a flash of light, the aging Aardvark class-cruiser Andrassda, last of her kind in the Inferno fleet, screamed through space-time faster than her age would suggest. Arriving on the scene, it was confronted with a firefight that made even the Festival of the Forgemaster look like a drop in the bucket.


This is the NES Andrassda to any and all forces in the area. Please stand down and allow us to investigate why you feel the sudden need to blow each other to smithereens. We were unaware that Unified Sith occupied Dratheria, and we'd like an explanation of the circumstances. Once this is provided, we'll leave you to the wanton carnage, and we'll probably just hang as spectators.

Please don't attempt to attack us if you wish to keep your ships in servicible condition though. The Aardvarks are more than worth their weight in Avalonian Crystals.
-Trillian, Captain of the Andrassda

ooc: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9551567&postcount=1
That's what an Aardvark cruiser is. Not officially announced, but hey, it will be whenever I get around to it.

Captain Pael of the Imperial task force had assumed command of the operation. Pael was one of the few officers who disliked controlling a Super Star Destroyer, unlike his superiors Pael instead enjoyed the manoeuvrability and power of smaller but by no means a lesser ship.

The Dratharian operation was well underway, the taskgroup would, after receiving the CODED blitz transmission, be slightly curious as to how a lone run down cruiser of some upstart foreign republic could somehow find out about the current operation. After all it had only just begun and here was some lone cruiser making demands of an entire Imperial taskforce.

This is the NES Andrassda to any and all forces in the area. Please stand down and allow us to investigate why you feel the sudden need to blow each other to smithereens. We were unaware that Unified Sith occupied Dratheria, and we'd like an explanation of the circumstances. Once this is provided, we'll leave you to the wanton carnage, and we'll probably just hang as spectators.

Please don't attempt to attack us if you wish to keep your ships in servicible condition though. The Aardvarks are more than worth their weight in Avalonian Crystals.
-Trillian, Captain of the Andrassda

“They demand what?!” Pael stood slightly shocked. “One ship, against an Imperial fleet, and a rather disappointing specimen at that.” Pael rubbed his chin slightly impressed at the gall of this vessel.

“Shall I open fire captain?”

Turning Pael was quick to curb the trigger happy bridge crew. “No, no, don’t open fire…. Yet. Open a channel.”

Unknown vessel, you have entered a restricted area and are ordered to retreat. This is an Imperial internal matter, regarding failed attacks upon the Imperial centre and failure of the Dratharian government to comply with the Imperial/Dratharian peace treaty. You have five minutes to depart from this system or your vessel will be impounded.”

From the Golan station hundreds of bays slowly began to open, what would swarm out was anyone’s guess, but it was something………….

OOC Hey Unified Sith can I IM u on MSN to discuss this? :(

IC
The Crusader was heavily damaged as the attack was launched and several of the nearby Strike Cruisers and one of the Grey Knight Battle Barges erupted in fire as the weapons hit them with their shields down. The Crusader managed to activate the shielding in time and had its escorts move out in fanned defensive formation. While the ships were at the very edge of the Coruscant system apparently they had still been too close. The Crusader powered all energy to the shields and returned no fire as its escorts did the same they pulled back out from the edge of the system re-sending their message over and over again.

The Energy shield was heavily damaged in the assault and cut down to 50% power but it had been raised and the automatic Leech Cannons fired attacking the Golan Class Station intent on merely cutting it's attack ability. It was only a defensive weapon and the only one that the Dratherians would use against the Imperial vessel as they still hoped for peace but at the same time were outraged by this attack. Many ships were destroyed although they could be replaced in a few years time it was still a problem to build more for the defense of the Imperial Republic. Twenty Macross-class War Carriers moved in escorted by shieldships although their barrier was raised none of their weaponry was active. And President Xarias sent a message out to Coruscant and all other Imperial worlds, "Please desist this attack we had complied with your wishes. Which perplexes me as to why you still attack our homeworlds. Please in the name of peace desist your assault."

MSN is Wardventure1@aol.com

The Crusader was heavily damaged as the attack was launched and several of the nearby Strike Cruisers and one of the Grey Knight Battle Barges erupted in fire as the weapons hit them with their shields down. The Crusader managed to activate the shielding in time and had its escorts move out in fanned defensive formation. While the ships were at the very edge of the Coruscant system apparently they had still been too close. The Crusader powered all energy to the shields and returned no fire as its escorts did the same they pulled back out from the edge of the system re-sending their message over and over again.

Admiral Blathe was quickly on the scene within the Imperial crisis centre, he had to be, after all over a trillion lives were in his hands. Thanks to the unforeseen threat high above Coruscant the planetary shield had been forced into action, causing a considerable disruption to trade. For every minute the shield was up, several billion credits were being lost in missed business opportunities. Soon the merchants would be screaming the Palace apart to its foundations, so Blathe only had a limited time in which to resolve the crisis.

“Status.” Blathe demanded. So far everything was going swimmingly, the Imperial forces were still to lose a single ship.

“Enemy forces are retreating out of the system Admiral, they won’t escape the gravity cones, we have several Interdictors ontop of them.” A young officer said proudly.

“And there status.”

“Admiral, the enemy ships have yet to open fire, one of their cruisers has been rendered inoperable, probably shocked at the scale of the welcome Admiral.”

“And our forces?”

“Shooting to disable Admiral.”

“Very well, carry on.” Blathe waved.

Lifting up a data pad and inputting the necessary information the Grand Admiral closed down a certain screen, it was the message from the “attacking” forces, quickly, and briskly swept under the carpet. War was good for the Empire, especially one in where others started the conflict.

The Energy shield was heavily damaged in the assault and cut down to 50% power but it had been raised and the automatic Leech Cannons fired attacking the Golan Class Station intent on merely cutting it's attack ability. It was only a defensive weapon and the only one that the Dratherians would use against the Imperial vessel as they still hoped for peace but at the same time were outraged by this attack. Many ships were destroyed although they could be replaced in a few years time it was still a problem to build more for the defense of the Imperial Republic. Twenty Macross-class War Carriers moved in escorted by shieldships although their barrier was raised none of their weaponry was active. And President Xarias sent a message out to Coruscant and all other Imperial worlds, "Please desist this attack we had complied with your wishes. Which perplexes me as to why you still attack our homeworlds. Please in the name of peace desist your assault."

The Golan station was indeed suffering an intense energy drain, from a weapon the Empire had no knowledge of, but what the Empire did know about, was rather large guns, and rather large explosions.

Within the command centre CT-888762 was fully aware of the energy drain which was representative of many many systems simply shutting down all over the station. There was only one way to stop this. “Sensors, do we have a fix on the source of this damn energy drain.” The commander said in his unique accent.

“Triangulating now Commander.”

Another section shut down.

“Got it, sector 111/345 of the Northern continent, what do you want me to do with it Commander?”

888762 grinned slightly. Dispatch it to the long range artillery section. Tell them we need a low yield strike as soon as possible. Route it through the holo-network.

The transmission was of course sent.

During this time the Golans systems turned off one by one, the shields would be the last to fail. As the many cargo bay doors opened thousands of drop ships began to swarm out of their bays, each one descending towards the Dratharian planet.

Of course, if this was a landing being conducted a mere ten years ago then the Imperial forces would have been halted by the mere mention of an energy shield, however technology had progressed, and with it common sense.

Each transport activated in unison an ion field, shrouding them in an electronic void granting each and every ship the ability to pass through the field with impunity.

GALAXY GUN KUAT DRIVE YARDS

Priority Message.
Authorisation Code 94945840302jdhfogh943owhg94p-2k3h5-239582mmdmd948495
Golan 12 CQ
Low Yield Strike Required Immediantly
Cordinates – Dratharia – Sector 111/345.

tag for further involvement

On the surface the Tollan-class Ion Cannons activated. They were a large network of weapons designed to talk out orbital and sub-orbital threats. Their tracking sensors trained on the dropships and fired as one hundreds upon hundreds of Ion Cannons fired thousands of dangerous energy blasts aimed for the enemy ships. At once thousands of Thunderhawks landed in various positions on the surface to meet the oncoming threat. Thousands of Space Marines from the Flesh Tearers and the Blood Angels to the Seismic Fists and the Hellblazers were readied for combat in mere moments. Although most would have sent a larger force of men to combat these new threats they didn't have the Space Marines. The warriors armed bolters and chainsword a like readying for battle. In space the fleets moved from their standby positions as shields and weapons were activated by the thousands and the wormholes to this area of space were protected by the barriers created by the infamous shieldships. They readied themselves for combat and all at once they were ready for war. Hundreds of starships were stationed at the ready in the Narcora System to defend their homeworld. The units were readied all had been ready for an attack like this and now their worst fears had been realized.

Unknown vessel, you have entered a restricted area and are ordered to retreat. This is an Imperial internal matter, regarding failed attacks upon the Imperial centre and failure of the Dratharian government to comply with the Imperial/Dratharian peace treaty. You have five minutes to depart from this system or your vessel will be impounded.

"Captain, we have a response." said the communications officer, handing Trillian a printout.

"Honestly. 'Unknown Vessel?' Can't they read transponder signals? Or how about how we sent them our identity and affiliation over that transmission. Oh well, let's respond before they get trigger happy. And helm, do a shortjump to outside the system. Say... a few light minutes."

We have already told you our affiliation, and that is first to the Galactic Inferno of No Endorse. Our secondary affiliation is to the alliance of the Galactic Empire, and or any other diplomatic relations we have.

As for your wish for us to withdrawl, we will proceed to stay three light-minutes outside of the outermost planet's orbit in this system.

You don't want to try to take this vessel from us. Please calm down and let's discuss an actual end to this that doesn't include digging ceramic mines on this planet.


ooc: 'CODED blitz transmission'
Large nation in an alliance that we're a part of, their homeworld suddenly stops responding and there had just recently been some rough relations with the Dratherians. High-command can notice that something's up and will probably assume that the recent altercations are the source of the problem and send a ship to investigate thst nations home system.

Captain Pael looked at the transmission as the text rolled along his data pad.

Originally Posted by Databurst
We have already told you our affiliation, and that is first to the Galactic Inferno of No Endorse. Our secondary affiliation is to the alliance of the Galactic Empire, and or any other diplomatic relations we have.

As for your wish for us to withdrawl, we will proceed to stay three light-minutes outside of the outermost planet's orbit in this system.

You don't want to try to take this vessel from us. Please calm down and let's discuss an actual end to this that doesn't include digging ceramic mines on this planet.


“I think it’s time that we dealt with this nation, obviously they are not completely aware of the new revised Galactic Empire.

“Unknown vessel, you claim to be from the nation of No Endorse, then you will be fully aware of the dissolution and reformation of the Galactic Empire. Any further attempts to involve yourself in this conflict will result in several base delta zero operations being conducted close to home. Any further veiled threats towards this task force will not be the best health plan you have taken out. Make no further attempts at contact, your hails will be ignored.”

Pael grasped a beam as a shudder shook his Imperial Star Destroyer. “Helm get us away from those platforms and how long until there is a damn hole in that shield network?”

Upon Paels orders the Imperial task force slowly withdrew from the Dratharian field of influence. Using their superior range the Imperial forces began bombarding the stationary battleplatforms with turbolaser and ion batteries…. Speaking of which…..

“What the hell?” Pael exclaimed as the Hate suddenly stopped. The light Carrack just a few kilometres from his bridge veered of course and began to drift aimlessly in space.

“Ion fire from the surface Captain.”

Pael nodded. “Is the Golan still operational?”

“Yes sir, the Golan Five is waiting for orders.”

Contemplating the situation the captain decided on the only course of action viable, mass sanitiseation. “I want them to take out those platforms, the rest of the Dratherian defence does not concern me commander, just make sure it gets done.” Pael was sure to emphasise the last part. Though the good captain did not slaughter the officers who failed him, Pael still had a few reservations on Rhen Var and Hoth for those who were foolish enough to misjudge important assignments.

On board the Golan the clone crew were suiting up into atmospheric containment suits, life support was, after all a small luxury that could be easily shut down. The Ion fire from the surface rather annoyingly continued to impact upon the Golan station rendering one half of the vast complex inoperable, with most of the tubolasers now sitting stale and unused thanks to the large scale failure in the artificial intelligence.

However the half that was operational and facing away from the planet was the section in which Pael and the Imperial forces could use. In a surprise move for the Dratherians, thousands of torpedoes came flying forth aiming for glistening targets. The missiles were effectively dubbed combat wasps.

Though the Imperial forces had gained a small advantage with the missile operation the energy drain on the Golan was now considerable creating several large holes in the stations energy shield.

Speaking of which, as though it were expertly timed to co-exist with the missile salvo a shell from the Imperial Artillery division materialised out of Hyperspace. Plummeting towards the planet at tremendous speeds the shielded object engaged its own ion field so it would continue hurtling towards the energy drain device below.

After all there was plenty more where that one came from………

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Official Transmission from the Sucellan Governance

The Empire has called, and we have responded. Currently, there are four Imperator I-class, 2 Interdictor-class, and 6 Victory II-class Star Destroyers preparing for the Fold. Additionally, 10 Lancer-class Frigates and 4 Carrack-class Cruisers will be making the Fold. They are under the command of Admiral John Taylor. Ultimately, the ships and Admiral Taylor will be under the limited command and control of the Emperor, and we will move the ships to where his will dictates.


Pity for the guilty is treason against the innocent.

Karl Schneider
On the Behalf of Reichsführer Peffe Tannen
Head of Dororsym Government
Minister of Defense and Law & Order

OOC Tannenmille if you have fold drives that fold space then those will work too since that's what the ones we use do.

IC
The attack was unexpected and the second it struck the defenseless city of Gurthin thousands upon thousands of more lives were lost. It was a city of little strategic importance and was merely a large metropolitin area with a tiny reserve base at it's outermost edge in addition it was the President's hometown. In anger the President ordered the complete mobilization of everything they had even the mighty Shadow Star III was on full combat readiness within the minute. With the missle strike they lost many of their defense platforms but they had plenty more orbiting the nearby moons where hundreds more of the Tollan-class Ion Cannons were fired from. hurtling towards any enemy ships although they were Ion weapons they had the power to destroy a fully shielded and powered Goa'uld mothership with three shots.

Mercer was at the appropriate co-ordinates on Dratheria's Hope which was on the other side of Dratheria where it had just completed it's maintenence and removal of FTL drives. He grabbed his lightsaber and his sword Kusanagi and charged to the bridge and ordered that the Starship be moved to the light side of Dratheria. And once there they waited arming every weapon available and as one the 600 strong fleet released millions of fighters and armed thousands of weapons.

On the surface the Imperial shelling had destroyed one of the shield's Generators but the others held firm using their temporary generators to shield themselves. However most Imperial droids being no match for a Space Marine, logistically, were attacked with Bolter and Chainsword alike with the Seismic Fists and Hellblazers letting loose plenty of Holy Fire from their Stormbolters which they wielded with ease. Dratherians then came and fought alongside their battle-brothers to insure the enemy defeat. As well across the world at these strategic points Titans walked by the hundreds ranging from the Warlord and Reaver Titans to the mighty Emperor Titans. The Dratherians were ruthless when it came to defending their homeworld and anyone seeing them would have thought one of two things, Are they demons from hell? or I don't want to go down there. This was a Holy World and as such was defended by the Dratherians and Space Marines clad in their Holy Armor with brutality. When the Dratherian soldiers ran out of ammo for their Bolters and Harconan Magnums they would drop them and attack with Chainsword and Forearm Blade. Such was the ferocity of the forces on the planet. And as they fought the thunderous boom of the Ion Cannon network could be heard as it came to life all over the planet. Now thousands of cannons fired from the surface of, by far, the most heavily defended world in the Imperial Republic.

The Dratherian starship Razgriz and a number of Battle Barges from the Hellblazers and Seismic Fists Legions folded space around the Galaxy Gun and hundreds of boarding Torpedoes were launched containing Dratherians and Space Marines. The torpedoes generated an transphasic shield and passed right through the enemy shields and crashed through into the Crew Stations and below the Command Station with this eight companies of Marines stormed the place intent on disabling the mighty weapon in any way possible for such a weapon was a serious threat to any force and these Marines were looking for retribution for the innocent lives lost in the first attack launched by the massive installation.

Around the Holy Systems FTLi activated in space stations and expanded throughout the systems making it so the only way in was the Wormholes or by Fold Drive exclusive to the Imperium of Man.

Upon hearing of the declaration of independance by Dratheria, Colonel Blood-Fang of the USSRL Diplomatic Corps sent the following message:

The Empire of Relative Liberty fully supports the Galactic Empire in its quest for political stability and order. We urge the leader of Dratheria to cease all hostile activities and surrender unconditionally.

Orbital Station Relativity:
''You think they will comply?''
''I hope not. Notfiy the High Command and the Dictator, have the fleet stand by.''
''Yes sir!''

The Crusader and a war armada folded space near the planet Magmaria and armed their weaponry and shielding. They were compliments of Battle Barges and Strike Cruisers adding up to about seventy ships all ready for the battle of their lives. They were ready and able to defeat this threat and nothing would make them shudder at the enemy.

IMPERIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

RE: Dratheria and the Imperium of Man.

Today the Galactic Empire is announcing its outrage regarding Dratharian attempts to disrupt the delicate political balance and cause utter chaos within the international community. The massing upon the border with Chronosia, the reconstruction of large scale arms and the refitting of two super capital class vessels with Faster than light capability is in clear violation of the Imperial/Dratherian treaty.

The Galactic Empire is therefore issuing this statement. . . . . .
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us issue this warning. Any further attempts to impede upon the Imperial sphere of influence by the Imperium of Man will lead to open war.

The Final Leigons of Reken reply to the GE with this:

For your state of attempting to downsize any possiable oposition to yourself we The Coven infrom you that any attempt of damage on any other nation under the IoM protection besides Dratheria will result in the activation of the leigons of reken and its allies. You have been warned.

Crisis Centre Coruscant Secret IC

Around the black marble table sat the Imperial chiefs of staff. Grand Admiral Blathe, Hael, Arrendal, The Emperor Palpatine and Captain Pael who was present via holo transmission.

“Admirals, and your Majesty.” Pael nodded through the blue haze. “The situation is rather critical, the taskforce alone is not capable of taking out the Dratherian Home defences, I am ordering my forces to move towards the systems asteroid belt to commence a blockade of the Dratherian Homeworld. If we are to see any further progress we must have reinforcements.”

The emperor looked on, allowing the rest of his staff to report. “I concur.” Admiral Blathe agreed. “However Kuat Drive Yards have reported an enemy presence making for the Galaxy gun. They won’t get very far, the weapon is heavily guarded under several layers of shielding, the shipyards own automated defence systems are more than capable of dealing with this quaint attack. As for the further expansion of the campaign I recommend we dispatch the Executor and other necessary forces to the rest of Dratherian space. I believe they have a shipyard perilously close to the Chronosian border that we can hit with relative impunity. However, I recommend that we wait until a larger task force is mustered, we will soon be able to swamp Dratheria and God-Emperor with numerical superiority, and afterwards they will surrender in time, if not, I advise we open up the extermination facilities on Teros IV.”

All at the table nodded except Pael who braced against another shudder. “We have forced a hole in their planetary shield network gentleman, though we lack the resources to capitalise on the development.”

“And the situation in orbit is still unresolved Admiral.” Palpatine glared at Blathe. “The enemy strike force has yet to fall at the edges of the Coruscant system.” Blathe looked on, terrified at the prospect of the emperor’s wrath.

They will be dealt with imminently Majesty.” Blathe reassured. ”But back to the campaign in question sire, I believe that once Dratheria falls to the Imperial armed forces, God-Emperor will soon capitulate to Imperial will. We have overwhelming technological and numerical superiority, and they, they have a few systems at which to fund a fledgling manufacturing base, the war will be over in a few weeks, that I assure you gentleman.”

“That speech was all very well Admiral Blathe, but we must have specifics. We all know that the Empire is more than capable of dealing with this small nuisance, but what about the long term. We must have set targets. Do we annex them or force them into submission? Do we have an armed garrison or allow them to police themselves? Exterminating the Dratherian Homeworld, though contrary to traditional Imperial tactics, would be a rather foolish move at this very moment in time. The corporate sector has intentions to expand Trialium mining in the area and Dratheria would make for a sound base of operations.”

The thought was left to linger in the minds of each man present.

“But I do agree with my esteemed colleagues. Reinforcements must be immediately dispatched to Dratherian space. I advise however that instead of pursuing planetary annexation we simply exterminate their space fleets, after all, once their Navy is removed the Dratherian threat will be cleansed and their planets forced into capitulating with our will.”

Blathe coughed slightly. “But that would call for an entire blockade of several planets, which, may I remind you, would eat into our resources considerably.”

“True, however the Dratherian Homeworld is much like our own Imperial centre. Reliant on food and material imports, after a few weeks of tight blockade the planet will fall or starve.”

“Very well then.” Palpatine decided. “The Imperial navy is to assist captain Pael in the Dratherian home system and commence a blockade immediately, after this has been established we are to start the systematic annihilation of the Imperium of Mans space forces. Any vessel that refuses to surrender is to be exterminated.”

OOC: I’m slightly curious as to how you knew where the Galaxy Gun was located but no matter, I’ll play along.

KUAT DRIVE YARDS

GRAVITATIONAL FLUCTUATIONS DETECTED

SPACIAL TEAR FORMING

DRATHERIAN SIGNATURES DETECTED ~ IMPLIMENT DEFENSIVE SYSTEMS

Attacking the Galaxies most fortified position is as most generals would agree rather a gigantic folly, especially when it involves materialising inside the centre of these defences, where they can pummel you from all angles. Most tacticians would move in from the edges of the system, probe the Kuat lines until a weakness is discovered, however the Dratherians weren’t exactly known for their tactical ingenuity.

Kuat Drive yards is as everyone knows the centre of the Imperial ship building enterprise, and as such, it is afforded the defence and maintenance it is due.

Commander Verrak was the unlucky officer on duty when the sirens erupted. Being in the command centre at the time of the attack was a simple stroke of luck afforded to the Imperial forces, however oddly enough the attacking foe wasn’t going for the highly valued shipyard infrastructure, instead it was heading towards the Galaxy Gun, the Empires most treasured weapon, next to the Death Star of course.

The battle craft, very similar to those of the Chronosian Imperium erupted with fire, though insignificant to the beating they were about to receive. The Galaxy Gun was, of course protected in several layers of shielding, it had to be, after all it was only ninety percent completed, not fully constructed as some rebel spies theorised.

“My my.” Verrak muttered from his safe bastion. “What do we have here?” Of course it was obvious, he in reality had a determined foe attacking a rather hard nut. The boarding pods wouldn’t be able to reach the Galaxy Gun itself, so he was afforded a slight reprieve in that sense. Safe in the knowledge that it would take a prolonged bombardment to even slightly drain the main complexes reactor Verrak simply composed new and more humorous ways in which he could anger the enemy, his first, involved intense gravity fields and a shield wall.

In the event of a foe attacking Kuat the Empire had thought it best to place thousands of shield stations throughout the system, so they could, in the event of an attack, protect the shipyard infrastructure from an incoming invasion fleet, and to some extent friendly ships and their fire as well. These stations of course as with most defensive weapons could also, with the right thinking, be put to an offensive use.

Around the Dratherian forces a shield wall would form, absorbing their fire and protecting the delicate infrastructure beyond. This was merely meant to detain the prisoners. Next a swathe of ion cannon fire would arrive, aimed solely on their largest vessel of course, and during this rather scaled defence, several Interdictor cones would form each one originating from a different angle. This in itself was not harmful to the capital ships which could deviate plenty of spare energy to structural integrity, however the unfortunate men in the drop pods would experience severe discomfort as the contesting gravitational forces ripped them apart.

During all of this, ships were recalled to the centre of Kuat, where they would surround the enemy vessels and reap Imperial justice upon them. And if they believed for one moment that they could escape, they were severely mistaken, as, there were trapped, thanks to the disrupting effects of the Gravity Wells.

GOD-EMPEROR ~ Your vessels are still in the Coruscant system, trapped and hounded by a very very large fleet. They are shooting to disable so please, don’t simply warp your ships elsewhere when they are in fact in the middle of battle.

Pael staggered back as another round of Ion cannon fire rocked his ship, apparently the rear turrets had been disabled and it would take a few minutes to replace the capacitors. This however afforded the retreating Imperial captain some time to read up on the missives from Coruscant.

Imperial Membership Updated: ALLIANCE CONFIRMED:
Doomingsland
Chronosia
No Endorse
Tannenmille
Anagonia
Khurgan
ONI Concordiat

“Damn it.” Pael screamed inside his head. He had just been very frank with an allied vessel, and even threatened military conflict. If the emperor received word of this….then….then he was in very deep trouble indeed.

As the vessels transponder signal flickered to green as is established with Imperial allies Pael could only gulpm as one does when faced with a difficult situation.

“Helm!” The captain demanded. “Put me through to the NES Andrassda”

“Channel open commander.”

“Captain Trillian.” Pael began politely. “Please forgive my rather rude transmissions earlier, that was before we received confirmation on your nations bid to rejoin the Galactic Empire. Let me apologise for my rather uncouth tactics, however, one can’t be too careful in times of war. As for ceasing hostilities, I regret I cannot authorise that at this moment in time, I am under orders from the emperor himself. If you wish to enter the system then by all means proceed, however I do not have diplomatic rank nor can I guarantee your vessels safety, so if you intend to resolve any Imperial Dratherian dispute, you must first of all proceed to Coruscant, however I advise you enter from sector twelve. The fiends of the Imperium of man are attacking in sector eighteen.”

The Final Leigons of Reken reply to the GE with this:

For your state of attempting to downsize any possiable oposition to yourself we The Coven infrom you that any attempt of damage on any other nation under the IoM protection besides Dratheria will result in the activation of the leigons of reken and its allies. You have been warned.

~ IMPERIAL NOTIFICATION ~

The treasonous nation of Dratheria has broken several Imperial/Dratherian treaty stipulations. The current conflict is warranted to insure peace in the Galaxy.

Regarding the rouge state of God-Emperor The Galactic Empire advises the nation of Reken, that if it wishes to remain a separate sovereign entity it will not meddle in the affairs of the Empire and nations far larger than your comprehension.

The traitorous state of God-Emperor has invaded Imperial territory, attacked Imperial ships, this blatant disregard for national sovereignty will not go without retribution.

Any attempts at meddling in the Empires affairs will result in your destruction.

OOC The Imperium members have the choice of utilizing Fold Drives which gravity cones wont stop as well for God-Emperor she attacked no vessels that I am aware of. Also the boarding torps are armed with transphasic shielding allowing them to pass through your shields of course some could have malfunctioned. As well the ships folded space to escape after launching the torps. Please read more thoroughly or I'll ignore you because this is frustrating. Oh and btw the Leech Weapons ARE IN ORBIT NOT ON THE SURFACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As well I have sealed the fate of the majority of my people minus a few hundred to ensure the survival of God-Emperor. These guys will disappear shortly after the end of this war. They will be doomed to damnation and tortured in Hell for their betraying of the Anti-Creator.

IC
The ships that had folded in had recieved minor damage after launching their torpedoes but had quickly folded away and were now reparing in the dangerous Loki System.

President Xarias sent a comm to the No Endorse ship,

"We thank you for your bid for peace a kin to ours but they will not grant it so are hands are forced and we have readied ourselves for our final damnation. I can give you my personal assurance as long as you do not attack our vessels or those of our allies that your ship shall be safer than a child in a padded bubble. I thank you again farewell."

Mercer sent the communique and Xarias recieved it with a troubled mind and a heavy heart he knew it was the only course of action to use to protect the Emperor and save what few Dratherians were in stasis. He sent a simple reply, "Do it."

On the planet an obsidian temple constructed from ancient magics and sciences erupted in Eldritch flame and the Dratherians and their vessels changed. The Mercer Triplet's was far worse and more painful than any other Dratherian's as their structures were melded together with the Akuma DNA into a creature superior to any human but he hid from his companions in his chambers as he heard the screams of all of his men. The ships themselves were even changed into daemonic shifting forms. When they had finished their transformation they looked like a more deadly foe than even Kailen. Now they were daemon, they were Arcoran. The entire populace moved into an army of immesuarable strength and readied themselves for war. They moved the ships became far more deadly and now it was time to fight their bloodlust raging. Any thing on the surface attacking would surely be killed soon enough as they were met with the force of millions of daemons and Marines. They were ready for it the knew their fate and they were determined to kill as many enemies as possible before their eternity long damnation was given to them. Ferenan appeared before Mercer and said, "So it is done? A shame I will escort you all to your fate once the spell has run it's course til then you have my watchful eye." Mercer laughed a daemonic utterance in his voice, "Yes it has been done and it shall herald the death of millions lest they agree to peace. We shall strike now!" With that the ships moved for the fold executions.

I beg to differ. A fold Drive works on creating an intense gravitational field between two points in the universe, a simple gravity cone is going to ruin that device throwing your fold drive utterly off track. Of course you can compensate if the cone was of a single intensity, however if it fluctuated the fold drive would be rendered inoperable, which is what I'm doing, fluctuating the intensity.

As for the God-Emperor firing on my vessels, it’s called Propoganda.

Thirdly, I will accept your phase shielding for now, however those pods are still experiencing the rather horrible effects of intense gravitational forces pulling at them from multiple angels.

Thirdly, I am giving you some string here Dratheria, primarily in areas such as locating the Galaxy Gun, something Corewrolds has yet to do. Instantly raising your homeworlds shields, even though it should take at least five minutes to charge them. The instant travel ability afforded by the fold drives, which in essence are Freespace subspace drives, which are affected by gravity wells.

Thirdly, I have accepted you simply appearing in Kuat, even though I have posted an FTLi envelops the system 24/7, I can link you to the thread. But I am in this for a good roleplay which is evident in the size of my posts. I have put a lot of time and effort into this roleplay, and an ignore is no longer acceptable.

If I make a mistake tell me on MSN, I can edit stuff, however, I advise you to watch it yourself.

Official Transmission
From: James Talon, leader of the Galactic Inferno of No Endorse, Sanctuary system
To: Unified Sith High Command
CC: NES Andrassda
Encryption: *********
Decrypt Key: *********

We have recieved your communique and now fully understand the situation. We apologize for the confusion, but without sufficient knowledge of the happenings we took what measures we could. The cruiser Andrassda has been ordered to follow any and all orders from your theatre commander. Unfortionatly, we are undergoing a massive fleet refit, and will be unable to send anything more at this current time.

In three day's time, a Praemesus class carrier and her escourting battle group will be sent at the fastest possible jump speed to the comflict, if it continues.

Notify us if captain Trillian does not follow orders.

Captain Trillian threw down the printout and picked up another one, one that had arrived just moments before the other.

“Captain Trillian.” Pael began politely. “....
-snip to condense post-
..."

"Warfare is far too slow these days. Let's reply and get this party started!"

No, it was us who were in the wrong. We are proceeding to engage the enemy, just tell us where to beam.

I assure you that none of your comments are held against you by any of us. You are a respected ally. However, we are not very fond of people ruthlessly murdering without reason, instead just for fun. We had to be sure of your motives

And with that, the Andrassda screamed towards the Dratherian homeword, targeting enemy defense platforms and ships alike. The six main anti-capital ship turrets began warming up, they would soon be needed. Several enemy platforms were targeted and a salvo of torpeedoes were fired. This would be an interesting day.

That picture gives a small impression of vague intelligence.


OOC: For the purpose of roleplay, I’m going to let you skip though the FTLi fields as they were not modulating, it’s a bullshit way of explaining it, but I sense you won’t edit your posts, so I’m forced into finding a compromise.

Though turning your population into demons is more of a fantasy area and should be consulted with your fellow players first, I will play along, however don’t expect me to accept much of them, unless you’re willing to accept Palpatines ability with the force from the expanded Star Wars universe.

Kuat Drive Yards ~ Galaxy Gun.

“Odd.” Verrak quietly exclaimed as some of the enemy drop pods passed through the shielding. “They were supposed to explode on contact.” It was as though the pods erupting into fire thanks to the Gravity wells was not enough for Verraks thirst for destruction. “Very well, alert the point defence systems and order all batteries to open fire, we’ve had our fun.”

From outside the energy shields several Imperial Star Destroyers which had arrived at the commanders call for assistance opened fire. From the converging ships, stationary defence platforms, vessels under construction, and other strategic weapons that were in range, the Dratherian offensive force literally had thousands of guns and missiles trained upon them, each one being flung into the fray relentlessly and without mercy.

However the course was inevitable, enemy forces would reach the outer hull and breech through into the exterior decks. Thankfully, unlike other Imperial vessels the operations centre was located deep within the superstructure. Space marines were, for the most part feared combatants in open areas, however inside the long narrow corridors of an Imperial Starship. Droids ruled supreme.

Flooding into the outer hull from the docking port, extra troops were being hurried to plotted breech points from the Kuat construction yard itself. As with most Imperial ships the Galaxy Gun had a Neutronium hull, forcing the Dratherian breech pods to spend a significant amount of time cutting though in the first place, and when, eventually they burst into the Imperial hold, they would find hell.

As the heavily armoured warriors forced themselves into the small, slim Imperial corridors, they would find themselves restricted to attacking at a mere two abreast, while, waiting far away at interchange points there would be Imperial Droidikas, Super battledroids and flanking them, the stern glow of clone troopers. In an instant of an enemy being spotted, the dual blaster repeaters would fill the corridors with consistent fire, saturating the air with the uncouth smell of Ozone as Oxygen atoms were forged together thanks to the intense heat.

The courage of the enemy was not in doubt. The Space marines charged valiantly to their deaths bringing great honour to their chapter, however, like a man against the wall, there was nothing they could do against the emotionless void that was saturation fire. Perhaps, on another battlefield, the marines would have fared better, but the Imperial tactics and personal shields of the Droidikas would prove to great an obstacle.

Sadly in the end, the hand to hand weapons that Space marines favoured would do them no good within the bowels of the Imperial superweapon. Eventually droids would swarm the area and begin the purging of the hunters.

Meanwhile at Coruscant the Imperial Invasion fleet was preparing, though one moon sized battlestation ploughed on ahead. Alone in the night, this terror would bring death and destruction upon the upstart foes……

Nearby the Kuat Drive Yards, a ten-thousand-ship fleet appeared out of the Outside, primarily consisting of different-sized bluish spheres interspersed with triangular carriers and x-shaped missile busses. The larger spheres clouded into groups of five, with fifteen other smaller spheres and a variety of smaller ships.

The fleet moved inwards towards the Star Destroyers, snapping on battlescreens as weaponry rotated out of pods within the hull, and sensors deployed behind armored screens.

The largest spheres turned towards the Dratherian fleet, opening the large shuddered gunports on their sides. They opened fire, each one spewing a mass of metal as large as most nations' dreadnoughts. The planet-spheres began to fire as they were designed, the gunports shuddering closed and open again as massive, dreadnought-sized bolts of metal sheared out of the openings. The weapons continued to fire, then stopped after a salvo of three each. They began to extend more sensors...they had to see what the effect would be...

OOC I will accept Palpatine's power by EU No prob and I wouldve edited but since I didnt get a chance on with the performance.

IC
The Marines that boarded the Galaxy Gun had no time to mourn their brethern who had died to the enemy gravity attacks now they were cut down to a mere four companies of Marines but still enough to defeat these foes. The Hellblazers originally Half-Daemon were now Half-Angel and fought with a ferocity unmatched. Although most Marines would have problems with this territory these did not. They were sent specifically because of their strength and power. Each Marine wielded a Heavy Bolter or a Stormbolter and the Seismic Fists, known for their uncharacteristic strength for Space Marines, used thier shockwave gauntlets to send out rippling energy at the enemy while the Hellblazers used their multiple angel blades to get in close and strike. Although here and there some Marines fell they pushed forward in an effort to do as much damage as possible.

~ IMPERIAL NOTIFICATION ~

The treasonous nation of Dratheria has broken several Imperial/Dratherian treaty stipulations. The current conflict is warranted to insure peace in the Galaxy.

Regarding the rouge state of God-Emperor The Galactic Empire advises the nation of Reken, that if it wishes to remain a separate sovereign entity it will not meddle in the affairs of the Empire and nations far larger than your comprehension.

The traitorous state of God-Emperor has invaded Imperial territory, attacked Imperial ships, this blatant disregard for national sovereignty will not go without retribution.

Any attempts at meddling in the Empires affairs will result in your destruction.


In Reguard to the God-Emperor situation, you are in need of looking at your sources better for is you auctually knew that the God-emperor ship only folded to the edge you your space and sent you a peace message and if you wish to continue to accuse a weak nation of such acuations than you will feel the fear of Malal.

OOC ONI if ur waiting for me to respond to your post dont bother bc they left long ago.

IC
The Seismic fists were the first to get to the Primary reactor and set their Melta Bombs in strategic points and set their timers for 30 minutes and bolted to their next targets. They knew they would die here but they were hellbent on killing as many of the Emperor's foes as possible before they would die. They charged ever forward attampting to get to the Command station leeting loose Holy Fire from their Stormbolters at anything that passed their sights.

Clone Commander Sixty-Six was the lucky officer in charge of the Galaxy Gun’s construction and defence. Ever since the Death Star project the emperor saw that it was more prudent to place a rigid and uncompromising officer in charge of large scale construction projects. Now, that this project was under direct attack Sixty-Six was most displeased.

“Status of the internal breeches?”

“Commander, we have several enemy detachments making their way through the inner decks E45 to X18. The rest are being held upon A deck junctions.”

“Really?” Sixty-Six asked rather sheepishly. “So please tell me, how did they get past our lines?”

“Unknown commander, all units are reporting in, they should still be within A deck.”

“But their not, very well, have several squads intercept them.”

“Ehh commander I can’t do that?”

“Why in Palpatines name not?”

“Sir, upon your orders, all squads and droids were told to report to A deck to hold the enemy in place, the internal levels are only manned by skeleton security forces.”

“I see.” Sixty-Six said with slight apprehension. The situation was at best, not good. Enemy soldiers had somehow bypassed the outer defence ring and were now progressing towards the command centre.

“What about the automated defence turrets?”

“The Internal weapons have yet to be linked with the main power network, Commander, we have nothing to stop them with. They are going to get into the command centre….”

“Very well.” Sixty-Six decided. “I do believe that its time we took proactive measures towards this Dretherian menace. How many shells do we have in the lower hold?”

“Twelve commander.” Some voice rung out.

“Here is what I’m ordering gentleman.” The commander announced. “That shell will be loaded, and targeted at the enemy Homeworld. As soon as you unleash the primary shot, we are to self-destruct this weapon. Issue the evacuation order.”

Aboard the Galaxy Gun the white, glistening Imperial lights turned a dull yellow. This was the evacuation alert. There was no ominous warning or erupting claxon, just a simple evacuation order. Those who stayed would die, those who fled would live.
But for the Dretherians, they would find that victory over the Empire is a double edged sword, for as they entered the abandoned command centre, they would arrive just in time to experience the final countdown to the launch procedures. From the barrel of the ship, the red glistening shell would be thrown forth into Hyperspace. And, shortly after, the Galaxy Gun would be enveloped in flames and fire of self-destruction.

Tag

OOC: HELL YEAH! Bye bye, Galaxy Gun! :D

IC:
Rumors of war at Kuat and Coruscant has reached the ears of Jurai's High Council. The old Patriarch awaited news from his spies of what exactly is going on over at Kuat that has the Empire so flustered like a bunch of old women. Then it hit.

"So, the Empire oppresses yet again. Curious." He said, sipping sake as he watched the 24/7 Holonet news channel. "This time it's Dratheria. While we have no love lost with them, we have even less love lost with the Empire. If more and more nations continue to break away from the Empire despite losses, I hope the wars will consume the resources, however vast, of the GE. And then...that's when matters will become interesting."

Direct Beam Transmission
Encrypt: **** ***
Decrypt: **** ** **
Sender: Grand Admiral Thrawn
Destination: Curoscant, Emperor Palpatine

"Greetings Lord Palpatine, my Intelligence officers inform me that a major campaign is underway against the nation of Dratheria after it violated a treaty. I am currently mobilizing a task force from my home planet of Aridus and will be arriving at Curoscant to reinforce the Galactic Empire forces there. May they be a worthy enemy."

**Transmission End***


Thrawn's flagship, the Imperial Star Destroyer Conquest hung in orbit around the planet Aridus. Three other Imperial star destroyers also were in orbit. Thrawn himself sat in his command chair and watched as one of his Victory Star Destroyers arrived.

He shifted his gaze to the command helm. Captain Trias was standing there, erect in full Imperial Navy pride, talking with the comms officer. The captain nodded to the comms officer then turned in smart military fashion and marched forward to Thrawn. He saluted.

"Admiral, the Vantress has just reported in," Trias said. The captain was a man of normal height and stature, he had short black hair and deep ice blue eyes that would make a duty officer sweat if he was unhappy. Thrawn had chosen him as his flagship's captain due not only to the captain's excellent record, but also to the fact that the man did not flinch under Thrawn's gaze.

"Very good captain. How soon until the other ships arrive?" Thrawn asked. He pushed a button on his command chair, calling up a small display. It had a time table on it for the fleet's movements.

"Currently we are awaiting for the Trident, the Capra, and the Xera Victory Star Destroyers. Also the two Dreadnoughts we outfitted two months ago are to arrive as well, all in under one hour Admiral. Once they arrive, our task force will be complete."

"Very good captain. I want you to have the Dauntless transfer all its Tie Bombers to the Aridus moon base, and have the Moon Tie Squadrons added to them. Do the same for the Everan and the Ardusin," ordered Thrawn. He gazed out once more at the three Imperial Star Destroyers. Captain Trias saluted then turned and left to go issue Thrawn's order to the comms officer.


1.3 Hours later..

"The task force is now assembled Admiral," reported Trias, he stood at attention once more infront of Thrawn.

"Is my flagship ready captain?" Thrawn asked.

"It is at your command Admiral," answered Trias.

"Then prepare the jump to light speed. Set coordinates for Curoscant," said Thrawn. Trias saluted, then turned to the bridge control pits.

"Set course to Coruscant, all ships, set course...on my mark. 3...2...1 mark." The task force disappeared in a flash of light as they jumped into hyperspace.

OOC: Heh

News of internal strife and discord in the empire filtered its way through into the upper echelons of Godulan Command.

Baron Skye could only grin as holofeeds and reports were transferred directly to his audience chamber. "The tighter they grasp the sand, the more it shall slip through their fingers. Let them flail about, we'll be ready."

Edited to add

A short message was sent to Dratherian space, in light of this latest... issue

Greetings and salutations.

It has come to our attention that you have found yourself on something of the brunt end of Imperial 'Security' measures.

Should you request it, we stand ready to evacuate any and all members of your civilian population, in order to prevent the Imperial Dogs from exacting revenge for your attempt at independence.

~Baron Aeraeon Skye, Primarch, Triad Consortium of Godular

BUMP :headbang:

Bump!

The shell hurtled into Hyperspace, passing stars and suns in a vast array of speed and power. Accelerating faster than any star ship, travelling at velocities unreachable to any human, Imperial vengeance would be served. The last shell that the Galaxy Gun had provided was pulled from Hyperspace thanks to the Dratherian faster than light inhibitor systems.

However in five hours the Dratherian populace would be exterminated, the shell moving in from the Ort cloud at the speed of light would soon be under the protective vigil of captain Pael and his assault force. Though if the Dratherians believed they could escape they were severely mistaken.

On the edge of the solar system the Imperial Battlestation had arrived, the timing of the Galaxy Gun shell and the Death Star was of course coincidental, but it simply oozed style. From two opposite sides of the Dratherian system the Imperial Navy converged.

Though, the Empire still had a few tricks to play. To insure that no refuges or rescue ships could interfere, the Imperial battlestation raised its very own Faster than light inhibitor, specially calibrated to combat the Dretharians.

With a soundless burst Thrawn's task force came out of hyperspace several hundred thousand kloms from Curoscant. Thrawn walked onto the bridge and sat in his command chair. He had spent the voyage studying Dratherian art in his private courters.

"Captain, have we recieved a hailing transmission from Curoscant?" he asked. He leaned back in his command chair and set his chin in his hands, looking out into space. Captain Trias stood nearby.

"No Admiral, our comm-scan reports that the defensive energy shield is up. We cannot currently make contact," said the captain. Thrawn nodded.

"Then it is safe to say that the transmission we sent when we were assembling did not reach them either," Thrawn said to himself. He brought up his small tactical screen and called up the file on current Imperial Officers uder the Emperor. The name Captain Pael was the name that came up from his list as officers operating in the area of Dratherian space.

"Captain Trias, have comms send a transmission to Captain Pael, direct deam, and see if we cannot reach some sort of information base. Also, have our slicers look into the holonet. I want all information pertaining to the situation."

"Yes Admiral," said Trias.


Transmission
Direct Beam
Imperial Incrypt: *** ***
Decrypt: *** ** ***

"Captain Pael, this is Captain Trias of the Flagship Conquest under the command of Grand Admiral Thrawn. Our task force is currently within Curoscant space. We are unable to contact Curoscant due to the energy shield, what is the current situation? We are standing by, send response as quickly as possible. Conquest out."

**Transmission End**

Most forces which enter the Coruscant system without authorisation would find themselves on the receiving end of a Golan platform, however this was not an ordinary force, this was an allied fleet, and as such, they were afforded the protection and banner of the Imperial Navy.

From the darkened side of Coruscant the Imperial fleet arose into action. The behemoth engines of the Executor Super Star Destroyer ignited into flank speed, propelling it, and the rest of the Imperial fleet into view.

On board the behemoth Grand Moff Blathe took it upon himself to answer the intercepted transmission.

Transmission
Direct Beam
Imperial Incrypt: *** ***
Decrypt: *** ** ***

Captain Trias, this is Grand Moff Blathe supreme commander of all Coreworld strategic assets, I have been requested by the emperor to update you and your Admiral on the situation.

As of 0800 the Empire will have been at war with the Dratherian Empire for three days. Currently their homesystem has been delegated for demolition, and the battle station Death Star and Galaxy Gun have both been requested for this task. Our current invasion force assembling around Coruscant as I speak is to be used for clean up operations once their primary world has been decontaminated.

~Transmission End~

Most forces which enter the Coruscant system without authorisation would find themselves on the receiving end of a Golan platform, however this was not an ordinary force, this was an allied fleet, and as such, they were afforded the protection and banner of the Imperial Navy.

From the darkened side of Coruscant the Imperial fleet arose into action. The behemoth engines of the Executor Super Star Destroyer ignited into flank speed, propelling it, and the rest of the Imperial fleet into view.

On board the behemoth Grand Moff Blathe took it upon himself to answer the intercepted transmission.

Transmission
Direct Beam
Imperial Incrypt: *** ***
Decrypt: *** ** ***

Captain Trias, this is Grand Moff Blathe supreme commander of all Coreworld strategic assets, I have been requested by the emperor to update you and your Admiral on the situation.

As of 0800 the Empire will have been at war with the Dratherian Empire for three days. Currently their homesystem has been delegated for demolition, and the battle station Death Star and Galaxy Gun have both been requested for this task. Our current invasion force assembling around Coruscant as I speak is to be used for clean up operations once their primary world has been decontaminated.

~Transmission End~

Thrawn read the message. He looked out on his comm-scan screen and saw the large form of the Super Star Destroyer hanging in space, and other Star Destroyers around it in formation.

"Last time I saw that ship it was in hands of Vader," remarked Thrawn to himself. He leaned back and steepled his fingers together. "Captain Trias, get me a hologram transmission to Grand Moff Blathe."

"Yes Admiral," Trias said. The captain turned and motioned to the comms officer. A small driod stepped up to Thrawn and its lens forcus on the seated form. The comms officer pressed a series of buttons on his control panel then looked up and nodded to Trias. "Hologram operational Admiral."

Thrawn faced the lens and began speaking. " Grand Moff Blathe, this is Grand Admiral Thrawn. I understand your tactical reasoning for having the Executor as a 'mop-up' unit for this operation. I request any and all tactical information on the current battle taking place in the Dratherian system in and around their home planet. And if possible be deligated command of any Imperial forces on location. I am sure the Emperor remebers my value as a tactician," said Thrawn cooly. The comms officer cut the feed then nodded to Trias.

"Transmission was sent Admiral. Shall we hold our current position? Or shall we head to Dratherian space?" asked the captain.

"Do not be so impertinant Captain, this is mearly a formality. I have no use for a 'mop-up', the enemy is destroyed in the battle, not after it. A mop up is nothing more than an excuse for there to be someone left to negotiate with. I have no time for such...pleasantries."

"Yes sir, I understand," said Trias. Thrawn's mouth cracked slightly into a small grin. "Have no worries Captain, learning in not a crime."

Thrawn awaited a response to his hologram transmission.

OOC Hey yall Ill be really kinda busy with School stuff for the next week and will be unable to do much on here if anything at all.

OOC: Damn.

OOC: Even if dratheria is gone for a bit, Unified Sith, could you reply to my post? Sorry to be a nag.

Bump

Don’t be hasty little hobbit. Mr Sith has a hell of a lot to do. But in either case post coming today.

~Tag~ for post.

OOC: Hobbit am I? Hmm...fine, but I get to be Bilbo. *laughs* Anyway, BUMP

Its Been two weeks since Uncle Dratheria Made the comment on not being able to Post.

Indeed, I am also waiting on your post Dratheria.

The shell hurtled into Hyperspace, passing stars and suns in a vast array of speed and power. Accelerating faster than any star ship, travelling at velocities unreachable to any human, Imperial vengeance would be served. The last shell that the Galaxy Gun had provided was pulled from Hyperspace thanks to the Dratherian faster than light inhibitor systems.

However in five hours the Dratherian populace would be exterminated, the shell moving in from the Ort cloud at the speed of light would soon be under the protective vigil of captain Pael and his assault force. Though if the Dratherians believed they could escape they were severely mistaken.

On the edge of the solar system the Imperial Battlestation had arrived, the timing of the Galaxy Gun shell and the Death Star was of course coincidental, but it simply oozed style. From two opposite sides of the Dratherian system the Imperial Navy converged.

Though, the Empire still had a few tricks to play. To insure that no refuges or rescue ships could interfere, the Imperial battlestation raised its very own Faster than light inhibitor, specially calibrated to combat the Dratherians.


From the time that the shell was launched the galactic perimeter sensors sensed the oncoming weapon and signals went out and within a small amount of time Mat-Trans and Starships had been removing the populace of the planet. Of the 560 million people on the planet only 400 million survived. Forces had been rent asunder and the planet torn to pieces and made a burning fiery rubble field and in the center of this massive field rested a large chunk with jumping magma vents. The rock itself was the one piece of their homeworld that still could remind them of who they were. On Dratheria the temple had been destroyed and when it was it sent out a ripple of energy that now coruscated around the rubble field creating a very turbulent space not fit for many ships. It was so dangerous that anyone less than an Ace pilot in a small ship could not get through.

This was the time for retaliation. On Dratheria's Hope the crew came to full understanding an strength and Mercer walked out clad in an organic Jet Black and Metallic Blue colored armor and it was an impressive site to behold. the Death Star had been seen coming in with the Imperial fleet but all weapons on the Eclipse-class Star Destroyer and her Escorts had already been prime a fleet of 100 Star Destroyers of varying degrees opened up fire on the enemy and while this was happening Dratheria's Hope moved forward in all it's glory and fired it's charged 'superlaser' at the Death Star. The green beam shot forth and cut through space like a hot blade and was aimed directly for the hulking mass of the Death Star. as this happened more and more ships from the dratherian defense fleet powered forward through space and began to fire and by the time the whole fleet had arrived there were 300 Starship attacking in full power. And from behind the Dratherian attack fleet came a large hulking mass the size of an Orion-class battlestation but this was in fact the Shadow Star III it's huge jet black mass slipped through space like the deadly blade it was while the entire outside of the ship seemed to move in a life-like way and writhed with daemonic force. The ship pulled forward it's center began to glow with deadly force and it's wepons glowed with full strength as targeting computers found their targets and began information dissemination as well as target locks as the attacking fleet began parting to allow her and her escort shieldships through.

OOC: Poor timing, Drath. US just left NS yesterday. :p

OOC Yeah I know but CW is taking over and by the way I just got it to start workin for me.

The superlaser shot through, impacting the shields. The shields flared brightly as the laser bore its way through. But it was over before it began, for the shields had sufficiently dissipated away the energy enough to make the superlaser nothing more than twice the strength of a heavy turbolaser. The remnants of the energy smashed into the surface, killing a number of troopers.

But now...the Death Star was angry.

"Target the Dratherian flagship." Captain Pael ordered. "Maximum firepower."

"Targeting solution acquired, sir." The gunners announced.

A deep rumble sounded as the Death Star's primary weapon began charging up. 10...20...30...40...50...60...70...80...90...100...

"Sir, we have one hundred percent power." The gunner replied.

"Fire." The Captain ordered.

Eight spikes of green light collected together on one point and then combined together to form one mighty blast of planet-destroying energy that shot straight for the Dratheria's Hope.

Then the Imperial Navy began to retaliate upon the enemy ships as they moved in to crush them and bring Dratheria in line with the treaties they broke. Sheet after sheet of turbolaser and ion cannon fire rained upon the enemy, intending on grinding the fleet into space dust. Extermination is the word of the day...

The energy impacted on the shields shattering their strength and rending a large explosion across the hull and tearing out huge chunks of hull and circuitry. The ship started to keel and gouts of flames and explosions spilled out from the hull. Onboard the bridge Mercer started yelling, "Damage report!" As a tech answered him he knew what was wrong, "Shield strength is down to 20% and 40% of the weapons are down including the Axial 'Superlaser'. All emergency bulkheads are falling into place." Slowly the ship righted itself and Mercer gave the command to pull the Flagship back. While it pulled back slowly being covered by allied ships and fighters the massive Shadow Star III pulled it's massive gerth into view and slowly thousands upon thousands of weapons batteries opened up onto the Death Star. And it was Battlesation against Warstation.

Elsewhere another being watched on and a powerful force resonated with absolution. This force was in fact Ferenan the Guardian of Hell. He was focused in absolute meditation floating above the powerful battle below he was feeling around and reaching for the Arcorans that were his duty to return to the pits of Hell. when reached for Mercer to see if he still lived he felt it the force of his strength and power made him tremble for only moments and for the first time in centuries he felt fear touch his soul. He knew what the feeling was an ancient prophecy said that what he had turned into was a being named the Ronwe an ancient race of demons who had been the wisest and most powerful of all the beings in Hell. Although most people thought that the Arcorans were the first of the first they were not. Before the Archangels fell to Hell they were created by both sides to be agents of darkness and light and after they were destroyed and split into two different demons the Arcorans and the Akuma, Rishnu determined that they would return one day and bring with them an unstoppable force of light and darkness. They in essence would carry the soul of a human with the power of demons. He was worried now because he knew anyone turned into Ronwe would not be held to the same standards by this ancient magic most likely they would be dragged to limbo but there were other possibilities. No matter how much of a friend he was to Mercer he still knew how dangerous the Ronwe were. He focused his mind and attempted to locate a warrior he could get to interfere in this matter sumwhere out there, there had to be a warrior capable of defeating Mercer in his new form.

bump come on CW

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