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Heartland of the Empire :- Galactic Core.

The radiant heat of a red giant filled the system with a dull iron glow. The Imperial forces waiting, standing and preparing bathed in the blood red rays. This was the Kyal system, hidden and secret, located within the deep core of the Galactic Empire.

Kyal was a fortress system created in the event of great instabilities within the Empire, a place where the command chain could seek refuge and prepare counter strikes, or riot control if the need was great. But currently, the system was not serving as a last bastion to officers and officials, Kyal, was now a staging ground.

Filled with the newest ships from Kuat, the rebel alliance, more publicly known as Coreworlds, knew of new Imperial innovations. They had been aware of greater threats than mere Death Stars and Turbolasers. They had heard whispers on the wind of nameless weapons, shadows of newer ships. The Empire was evolving…..

Imperial Immobiliser Palpatine

The Emperor himself was going to oversee this operation, for too long he had been crammed inside that pitiful palace, guarded by thousands of legions, and constantly swarmed by the persevering presence of Rebel spies. But… they would be unaware to this operation. It took over three million new clones, and a considerable amount of investment, but finally the Empire had a force superior to that of the Jedi. Of course, Imperial technology was superior, but it was often found that star pilots and storm troopers lacked the necessary will to oversee the Imperial order.

Grand Admiral Blathe was busy insuring that the Mid-Rim behaved, while the other Moffs strode about the Galaxy installing terror into whatever world they visited, the rebel alliance would believe everything was average within the Empire, though, the vast arms orders and Kuat production increase would hardly go unnoticed. But, there was no Imperial force to show for it. No great armada to be afraid off, they could only assume that whatever the Empire was building, it was just as quickly going into storage again.

“Commander Tharn, status on the Chronosians?” Palpatine croaked.

“They have engaged in battle you Majesty, the Coredians are committing their forces.”

“Excellent.” Palpatine curled his lips. “Excellent.”

Colonel Grant stood erect in his immaculately clean and pressed uniform. His shocking blue eyes watched the operation before him, the grand design of Emperor Palpatine. It was a truelly impressive sight to behold. The man-power involved was astounding, Grant never having seen such production since the time when Thrashia had constructed the Epion Space Station. But even that was dwarfed by what was in front of his eyes.

Grant had been sent as an observer to the Imperial Palace long before when the Thrashian Empire had joined with the Galactic Empire in alliance. He along with a small staff were there to observe and act as a liason between the Emperor Palpatine and Emperor Shadaum.

Grant turned away from his view and looked up the long audiance hall where Palpatine sat at the end upon his throne. Several of his aides and officers stood nearby. Grant marched up to the Emperor and bowed.

"Your project is truelly magnificant highness, I must say," Grant said, he bowed again as was proper, then stood erect. "I have been asked through channels by my Emperor if perhaps you wish for the Thrashian Empire to lend assistance. Our industry is currently under no strain of large projects other than the normal production of ships and training men. Perhaps we can help in some small manner."

Palpatine, his eyes dark looked at Grant. "Perhaps Colonel Grant, perhaps," he said, his voice gravelly and filled with a deep authority tone.

"I understand my lord, I will contact my Emperor immediately," said Grant. He bowed and turned. Walking quickly he left the hall and returned to his shuttle.

"Pilot, take me back to the Overguard," Grant said, he sat down and strapped into a seat on the Lamba shuttle."Yes sir," the pilot said. He and his co-pilot turned the ship on and began to turn the ships engines on.



An hour later Grant returned to his Victoy-class Star Destroyer. He stepped onto the bridge and nodded to the captain, then stepped over to the communcations officer.


"Get me a direct link to Thrashia, I want the highest encryption possible. This message is going strait to the Emperor," he said urgently.

"Yes sir."

The message was sent within the hour.

-Galactic Core- Zero Hour.

The fleet was stationary, the forces amassed for the greatest war of the Empires time. From the great days of rising glory, Palpatine had seen the Empire through a civil war, a mass rebellion and sweeping political changes, which, thanks to his benevolent leadership had seen the Empire bloom into peaceful and prosperous times, a far cry from the corrupt and decadent Republic.

“Your Majesty” Commander Tharn said quietly. “The battle between the Coredians and our allies is starting to simmer down.”

“Finally.” The Emperor smirked. “Commander Tharn, initiate order one-one-three-eight.”

“Yes, your highness.” The Officer said enthusiastically, and then the channel abruptly closed.

Commander Tharn stood proudly upon the bridge of the Immobiliser, the very first of its kind, a new breed of Star Destroyer for the Empire for a new breed of conflict… The fleet within the Kyal system almost entirely consisted of these new warships, the Emperor was proud.

Powering up the engines from idle the Dark Force crept out into open space, for war.

Everything was going as the Emperor had foreseen, it was Palpatine who felt the rising threat, it was Palpatine who foresaw the Chronosian and Coredian conflict, and it was Palpatine who devised the greatest stratagem the Imperial Navy had ever seen. The Empire was going to have victory, the Empire would have revenge.

For years now the Jedi had been a consistent thorn in the Emperors side for years they had relentlessly slaughtered thousands of innocents, caused, by proxy, the deaths of billions, in their relentless and merciless war of vengeance. Palpatine had no choice now, the Jedi were surely ready to strike, it was only a matter of time, the Sith must Strike, or there would never be…..peace.

The transmissions had been prepared, the allies ready. Beaming the encrypted communications across the Galaxy, the Empire would not fight alone…..

OOC: Just a mobilisation post. No one will be able to detect this fleet movement. No one.

The Soveriegn Super Star Destroyer Conquest, the flagship of Grand Admiral Alabar, sat in space on the outreaches of the Thrashian System. Alabar himself stood looking out into space watching as the entire 1st and 2nd fleets were in the final stages of mobilizing.

Imperator Star Destroyers, Victory Star Destroyers, Praetorian Cruisers, Scorpion Carriers...all the ships of the first and best Thrashia had to offer to the battlefield; gathered here under Alabar's control. Even a small host of the legendary Shadow cruisers had been brought from dry-dock for the operation.

Just hours before Alabar had been in conference with the Emperor, they had both listened to the transmission sent by Colonel Grant from the Kyal system. Things were proceeding as the Emperor Palpatine had forseen, which pleased both Emperor Shadaum and Alabar. Both men were always happy when the Galactic Empire was on the rise.

The sound of aproaching footsteps brought Alabar out of his thoughts. He turned and saw that Captain Dimak was standing at attention. "Yes Captain?" Alabar asked, he returned the salute.

"The final strikeforce has reported in, all of the 1st and 2nd Thrashian Imperial Fleets are now assembled and at your command sir," Dimak said, his bright green eyes failed to hide his enthusiasm.

"Very well Captain, have the comms' officers await the signal from-"

"We've already recieved the folowing transmission sir, encoded as was the last one sent by Colonel Grant," interupted Dimak. The captain handed Alabar a data slate with the message written on it. It consisted of four digits.

1-1-3-8

"Captain you may prepare all ships for my orders, we will soon be deploying the fleet," said Alabar simply. Dimak frowned in confusion but nodded and saluted.

"As you say sir." He turned smartly and went to give out the admiral's order.

The Severing.

Imperial Transmission:- HARD ENCODED LEVEL 18
DIRECT BEAM TRANSMISSION:- Thrasian Command.

The time has come. Your orders are as follows. You will take your fleet to sector eight nine and await Imperial Reinforcements. However, during that time, you will find several large Supply ships at the location. You are requested to transfer the cargos.

The cargo, as I’m sure you will notice upon several intense scans, is carrying a new breed of missile. We request that you load them into your launches and transfer your existing excess compliment back onto the awaiting transports.

Technical specifications, will be delivered personally.

We warn against any warhead activation and/or tampering with devices until Imperial forces have arrived.

Transmission Closed.

Bastion, was once an Imperial world, used by the Empire for defence and subjugation for an entire quadrant of the Galaxy, that was until, the great purge where upon Imperial forces had to retreat, if only for a small time.

But now the Empire had finished its consolidation, Imperial forces had dealt with the remaining subversive groups within the Core and Mid-Rim, and now there was only one thing left to do… conquer the remaining sectors of the galaxy where the Jedi still flourished under some degree of protection.

But this was not to be a war of annihilation, no, the Jedi were too weak, too small a target now for such a large operation to. No, Palpatine unlike the Jedi was capable of change, his goals were open to subtle, necessary alterations, and it was in this conflict that would see the start of them.

The Dark Lord of the Sith, had for some time plagued and hunted the accursed Masaki family. Their ability to survive was seemingly endless, which only served to infuriate the former chancellor more, until that is, Palpatine realised that he was going about it in the wrong way….

The Jedi, Palpatine smirked upon his epiphany. Were nothing. They were dying out, but, so were with considerable regret the Sith. Palpatine was now only one of two within the Empire at this time, but there was a chance, however small, that others would return, perhaps, with faith.

Meanwhile an hour previous the lone Carrack Justice had departed from the main force for the Thrasian rendezvous, the crew would disembark once docked with the transports. But that was now, a part of the operation that Palpatine no longer had any control over, his purpose, his goal Bastion now lay mere minutes ahead.

In front of the Imperial Throne a holographic display arose, indicating the fleets transition from Hyperspace to normal space. In two other locations the same would be happening, blocking the Hyperspace lanes into Bastion.

“Your Majesty.” Commander Tharn bowed as he entered the room, followed by a procession of command staff. “The fleets report everything is going according to plan, the mines are being deployed your Majesty.”

”And what of the Megalodon?”

“Still picking up survivors my Lord, they are un aware.”

“Excellent.” Palpatine mused once more. Waving to his staff Palpatine granted them permission to proceed.

Bastion. Once an Imperial system, it had been liberated from the clutches of the Empire some time ago by the Fourth Fleet, now stationed there. All was quiet at the moment until the sensor readings spiked up. Computers picked up the readings, crunched numbers and data and began spitting out information...

On board the Elite Star Destroyer Tyrannosaur, the sensor station was abuzz with activity as men saw before their eyes...the Imperial Fleet.

"Admiral, sensors are detecting Imperial forces in sectors 2-4-4, 1-2-6, and 0-6-7."

"What?" Admiral Sevarn was not happy as he ran over to the sensor station and growled. "Comms, get Jurai on the line. Helm, go to general quarters. It appears we're going to have a fight on our hands."

The fleet and orbitial defenses suddenly sprang to life, arming weapons and powering shields. They split up into three battle fleets, each one to deal with the three enemy fleets before them. Then the governor was notified.

Imperial fleet, you are violating Coredian Space under the Cease Fire Agreement of Bastion. Remove yourselves immediately or we will open fire! This is your only warning!

An Imperial presence has been detected near Bastion! Request reinforcements!

The fleet moved into firing position...

Meanwhile, the Megalodon has concluded picking up survivors and the fleet made the jump to hyperspace for Jurai. Daniel Masaki is still recovering from the wounds he recieved from Remiel. The doctors said it would take a week to recover, even with Force healing.

Alabar sat in his command chair slightly bored. His fleet had arrived several hours before at the allocated rondevouz point that Palpatine had sent, and they had met the transports his transmission had said would be there.

He sighed and looked at the newest Holo Net report that his slicers were getting. According to the latest review, an Imperial force had entered the Bastion System.

Alabar looked over the battle schematics of his fleet. So much potential, yet no target as yet designated. He sighed and called up the readout he had recieved on the new missile that Palpatine had provided them with. It was powerful, and Alabar was already thinking of some uses he could put it too. Once he had recieved it, he ordered it put aboard the Tie Missile Boats, their power and speed capabilities would compliment the new weapon wondefully.

He sighed again, it was becoming a habit of late, and waited in his chair. The bridge had a soft murmur of voices over it, as activity was light until they were prepared to invade a system. Suddenly footsteps brought Alabar out of his revelry.

"Admiral sir, the full transfer of the new missiles has bee completed," said Captain Dimak, he saluted as well. Alabar returned the salute.

"Good Captain, we will now wait until we recieve another transmission. Prepare the fleet, and send a report back to Thrashia with our progress," Alabar said. Dimak nodded and saluted again. Then with a smart turn on his heel, left to follow his orders.

Aboard the Megalodon...

"Ung...urh..." Slowly regaining consciousness...finds self on medical bed...

"Hello there." The head medic of the ship, Dr. Baltor smiled. "Back to the land of the living. You worried me there."

"Heh...where..." I blinked.

"Still aboard the ship. We'll be home in a day or so." The good doctor said. Then I tried to get up. "Whoa, partner. Lay still. Between your healing factor and the bacta, your energy's rather low. Eat this."

Ugh. Hospital food. I forced myself to eat the warm but bland food, regaining energy lost. The doctor continued to tell me my prognosis at my insistence. It seems that the injuries subsided quite a bit, but the big one on my right shoulder had an unknown type of neurotoxin that's slowly making me lose feeling in my body. The doctors did all they could to defeat the poison, but it would require something more than modern medicine to get rid of.

"New clothes are over there, but I don't recommend you doing anything more strenuous than your Force Healing. You're only about 40% healed, after all." The doctor said. "By the way, you have a visitor. I'll check on the others."

"Hey." Ryujin, in silver-haired human form, came in. "How are you?"

"Aside from feeling like I've been run over by a herd of brachiosaurs and given novocaine at the same time, I'm fine." I replied. "This scar's going to be pretty bad from what I'm hearing."

"Hmm. We'll have to have Sakura take a look at it. She's pretty good with poisons." My best friend answered.

"Yeah." I agreed. Sakura's probably the best medic anywhere, if one doesn't count Tsunade of the High Council. I ate the last of my food and set the tray aside. "Alright. Help me up."

Ryujin helped me out of the bed and I pulled on the clothes, which consisted of grey-brown trousers, T-shirt, grey-brown overshirt and shoes. Plus, my utility belt was cleaned and set on another table.

Arm in arm, the two friends walked out to a nifty surprise: the troops cheering the modicum of victory that their Commander gave them. Sure there will be more battles to fight and more men to be thrown in the meatgrinder, but for now, if morale was a turbolaser, it would drill straight through the hull. Mental note to self: stage press conference once we get back home. The public should know that their hero's back and better than ever.

The holographic display glittered and glistened, detailing all three fronts. The Imperial task forces each Glared into Bastion, the Rebel Forces holding position, snarling back. All the while the Imperial command staff continued their task upon the Immobiliser, watched by the scornful eye of Palpatine himself.

“Commander Tharn.” The Emperor slithered. “The situation?”

Tharn dutifully bowed. “My Lord. The rebels have attempted to dispatch pleas for aid and assistance on all channels. We have jammed their communications, it is unlikely that anything got out.” The officer beamed with sadistic pleasure.

“And their fleet?”

“Holding position around Bastion my Lord. They are unwilling to face either one of our forces out of fear of leaving the planet unprotected. Our latest reports indicate that the Minefield is almost established, we can begin activation sequencing shortly My Lord.”

“Masaki….?” Palpatine voiced softly.

“He is being intercepted as we speak Your Majesty. We have dispatched an Interdictor Destroyer and the Immobiliser Honour to cross their flight path, we will have him in custody within the hour.”

“Excellent.” Palpatine smiled. “You may continue Commander.” Tuning Tharn sought about the completion of the minefield.

Sector 11123/35785 Grid CPL9

“Probe Alpha Five detecting incoming mass. Configuration…. Captain, it’s the Megalodon!”

“Excellent, our first catch of the day.” Yavers said pompously. “Inform the Duty of the incoming vessel and charge weapons. As soon as they’re pulled from Hyperspace I want the ship disabled, concentrate all forward firepower upon their reactor bulb.”

A series of “Yes Sir.” Erupted across the bridge in acknowledgement of the order. From the command decks view ports Captain Yavers silently watched the Interdictor Destroyer skulking into position, the vessels turbolasers pointed at empty space, eagerly awaiting the approaching conflict. The Duty was doing her job, and Yavers was sure his crew would do there’s. It was inconceivable that they would fail, a simple glace could ascertain the crews excitement and hunger at catching the Rebellions greatest hero, and the Empires most hated of enemies.

As with all things, time eventually passed and without warning the trap was sprung. Torn out of Hyperspace the Megalodon fell between the two Imperial vessels, surprised and attacked. Upon the Immobiliser alarms and claxons blared while inside the Fighter Bay's Commanders boomed over intercom’s

“ALL PILOTS TO YOUR SHIPS, REBEL VESSEL DETECTED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”

“ATTENTION MARINES ATTENTION: REPORT TO DUTY STATIONS AND ASSAULT CRAFT: REPEAT REPORT TO DUTY SATIONS AND ASSAULT CRAFT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL!”

The scene was peaceful if only for a moment. The Interdictor and the Immobiliser both faced the rebel destroyer, and then, they opened fire…..

OOC: Thrashia, please be patient my friend. We will have our feast soon enough ^_^

Four hours from Jurai...

Rumbling and the klaxons of a Red Alert awakened me from a healing nap. Realizing that something was definitely up, I ran out of my quarters, heading towards the bridge when Ryujin cut me off.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Imperials. They ambushed us with an Interdictor and are firing on us." The rumble of turbolasers lashing out at the shields could be heard.

"Sithspawn!" How did they know where we were? "The fleet?"

"Yanked out as well."

"Right." We headed to the bridge where the Commodore was shouting orders.

"Commodore, status report." I demanded.

"Commander. Two Imperial craft have ambushed us. They seem to be concentrating firepower on us."

"Fighters launched?"

"First squadron's heading out. Second one will be launched shortly."

I glanced over at the hologram of the current situation. The enemy Star Destroyer and Interdictor Destroyer were pounding away at the Megalodon. But the Meg was lashing out very heavily as well, followed by missiles from the cruiser Haliburn and plasma globs from the Wyrmwraith as well as the usual weapons from the escorts.

"Have all ships concentrate on the Interdictor." I ordered. "The Megalodon should counter the enemy Destroyer."

Orders were sent out to that effect. The pounding the interdictor cruiser got increased significantly.

"How's ECM?" I asked.

"We're jamming them with everything we've got." The EW officer replied. "Counterjammers are online."

"Good." Now all we had to do was fight our way through...

An immense warp distortion wracked the fabric of reality; a gaping, yawning wound that seethed with pestilant corruption. The warp beckoned, a hissing, almost living thing; as the ships slid free; almost 3000 in number. The vessels of the Axis of Khorne; the vast battlearmada of the Crusade of Blood. Lord Cabot stood upon the bridge of his flagship; growling in a near animal rictus of rage and hatred; his features twisted, the weapons at his side; Havoc and Malice, howling for blood and souls....Blood and souls...

"Brign us about; full bombardment; I want us linked up with the Sith fleet; send communications; the Emperor sends his warmest wishes that the enemy be annihilated; that the Crusade of Blood is given jurisdiction to punish the Coredian scum."

"As you wish, BloodLord."

"Ready all weapons for my command; I wish for us to begin as soon as possible; The Imperium shall have its vengence; the Empire's wishes be damned..."

In the holds below; and in countless other vessels; the Warriors of Khorne readied themselves for mortal combat; for battles to the death. Glory, blood and skulls for their Lord Cabot, and their Master, Khorne.

Hakar smiles softly as he watched the preparations; while on another vessel, Radu polished his weapons; deep in lustful meditation; his mind bent towards crushing the enemy. They were far from the Imperium; they were sent with the Emperor's will to crush these foul heretics; and bring before him, the murderer of their Kin. They would serve; they would punish.

Already the fighters buzzed amongst the immense vessels like a swarm of hissing hornets; mines deployed about the fleet; and further afield; carried by missles that split asunder to reveal their deadly cargoes. Homing mines, proximity mines; mines with graviton weaponry, fusion mines (though the more powerful ones were further from the Imperial fleet.)

They were ready; a grand war would commence. A truly immense, terrible war.

The old days had returned; and Cabot relished every second...

((Sorry to interrupt, but is this closed?))

"Sir, Ma'am! We've got incoming! I'm detecting Warp-transits bearing 2-5-3, at ten megaklicks and closing fast!" Sensors yelled.

"Shit." I cursed angrily. It was definitely a trap set for me. "Concentrate all firepower on the Interdictor! Aim for the gravity well generators!"

Every gun and missile tube on every ship in the fleet targeted the Interdictor cruiser and let loose with massive continent-shattering volleys of fire.

"Commander..." Commodore Lymann caught my attention. "We'll hold off the enemy. Get to your fighter."

"What?" I spun around. "What are you saying?"

"I am saying, Commander Masaki, that you have a better chance of escape in a fighter, especially if we manage to take out the interdictor. You must warn Jurai!"

"I'm so not leaving you! I don't leave my troops behind." I argued.

"That is not an option, Commander!" The Commodore snapped. "You are the Empire's top target. You will not survive them a second time. The Chronosians only make it worse. Think of your son!"

"I...understand." She certainly makes a good argument. "Commodore has the bridge."

"I have the bridge. Go. Now."

"Ryujin." The moment I moved for the door, Ryujin emitted a flash of light and turned into the small dragon I always knew. He perched on my shoulder as I ran down through the neck of the ship...

I hope I can make it...

((I hate to ask again, but I'd really like to get involved in this multi-national war. Is this RP open? I already have figured out how I'd arrive.))

((I hate to ask again, but I'd really like to get involved in this multi-national war. Is this RP open? I already have figured out how I'd arrive.))
OOC: At this time, it's closed. We'll let you know when it opens.

OOC: US, I am still waiting for you to reply to that TG I sent 3 days ago....until then I can't being to deploy my forces.

The Rebel force, would, and rightly so, feel confident at their situation. They only faced two Imperial warships, an Interdictor, and what would appear to be a normal Victory Two. Hardly a threat to three Destroyers and a whole assortment of frigates and attack craft, well, not a threat under normal circumstances, but as with all Imperial campaigns, nothing was ever normal.

The Interdictor was receiving vast amounts of punishment from the entire rebel force, turbolasers and ion cannons rained upon the clear translucent shields, turning half of the ship blue in mere seconds. However, the Gravity cones were still operational, partly due to sheer will from the ships crew, and the resilience and durability of Imperial technology, however something had to be done to at least decrease the incoming fire from the destroyers. The only option was to utilise the vessels tractor beams. Pin pointing the Interdictors starboard guns onto a lone rebel frigate the assortment of light and heavy turbolaser bolts rained down buckling the rebel crafts shields in mere seconds. With the port side of the frigate reduced to nothing better than slag, the Tractor Beams were activated and pulled the frigate between the devastating fire of the Megalodon and the Interdictor itself.

The warships were still reasonably distant from each other, the Immobiliser and the Interdictor wishing to keep their distance until the fighter situation was resolved.

Usually, rebel fighters won engagements thanks to their protective shielding, which compensated for the most part in their lack of manoeuvrability. However like the Immobiliser itself, the Imperial TIE fighters were new and improved. Darting between the enemy X-Wings the greater manoeuvrability of the Imperial craft meant that the numerical superiority of the Coredian forces would take some time to reap the expected benefits, but not even in this battle would numbers save them.

The Imperial Fighters darted with the traditional finesse expected of them between the grand capital ships and enemy bombers, their figures like ghosts in the wind. Alas though, the situation was still one of unacceptable space tag, where the first one to die lost. But, the Imperial forces, as usual kept an ace up their sleeve. After a gruelling charge time of three minutes the Imperial fighters finally had the chance to open fire and reek some much deserved revenge on the rebel forces, which attacked without impunity or respect. Instead of the emerald green laser bolts, the TIE fighters were ejecting something much more potent, something much more dangerous to the shielded Rebel X-Wings. These were ion weapons, finally, after some severe difficulty, mounted onto prototype fighters, which would assuredly make short work of the despised and pathetic foes to the Empire.

With perfect accuracy Imperial pilots forced rebel fighters from the fight, and left them isolated and alone, unable to take part in the battle.

As the fighter battle continued, the Immobiliser was finally ready to fire. Targeting her grand Cannons at the reactor bulb of the Megalodon, the new Imperial weapons were unleashed. Immense red beams were sputtered from the barrels, passing through the battlefield until they slammed into their target. The effect would be devastating and instantaneous. Immediately the Megalodons electrons would begin to flow, the hull turning into a vast super conductor slowly penetrating into the centre of the ship. Within moments, electrical systems were overcharged. Fuses were severed, and isolation breakers fell down, in a pitiful attempt to safe guard all active systems. There was no explosion. There was no visible damage, everything would simply, turn off, the main reactor shut down. The coolant and emergency safe guards deployed would mean an eighteen hour restart procedure, which was hardly acceptable in a time of war. Then, even with the reactor online, there would still be weeks of equipment to replace, and repair.

Of course, most warships have limited back up systems, which safeguards life support with isolated battery systems, but the Empire, only too aware of such systems would press the attack.

Bombers would fly along the Destroyers unshielded hull, squadrons five and six, guarded by the Empires best, would release their payload, firmly sealing the Destroyer in darkness. It being the Empires plan to utterly disable the Megalodons life support and defensive systems, in a fast bid to insure immediate surrender of their quarry.

The battle, not yet won, the Megalodon would then strike at their next targets. The timer set at one minute….fifty nine….fifty eight……

The other destroyers were next.

OOC: Please no one post until put up part two. I have another part to this post on my home PC, so give me a few hours and it will be up!

“Move in, move in!” Sixty-Six bellowed to his squad. Slapping each clone on the shoulder as they sprinted into the carrier Sixty-Six took register of all present. Nodding to the co-pilot the ramp quickly closed.

“What’s the situation?” One of the squad members asked. Bathed in the red light of the passenger module Sixty-Six quickly checked that his squads harnesses were all securely fastened ignoring the question for now.

Searching for a hold point Sixty-Six grabbed a metal bar steadying himself. “Right, listen up, as I’m only going to say this once! We are currently engaging a rebel fleet, and we have confirmed reports from our agents that on board their flagship is the criminal Daniel Masaki.” A collective murmur erupted. “It is our job gentleman.” The commander said even louder. “To capture this Jedi alive.”

“You must be kidding.”

“No, Sev, I am not. This Jedi is only human, and he will gentleman, he will die when shot, and I assure you, he can be shot.”

“How on Earth are we supposed to take on a Jedi and a Star Destroyer filled with defending forces?”

“We will not be alone.” A holographic display activated detailing the Megalodon. “Strike forces will breech the bridge tower here in the neck section, while droid dispensers will be sent into the cargo and fighter bays. We will be breeching here.” Sixty-Six pointed to a flashing area. “Their internal defence systems and defender droids will all be rendered inactive. Captain Yavers will hit the Megalodon and her sister ships with the new ion weapons. Everything inside the Destroyer will be deactivated until emergency power is established. Bomber squadrons five and six will target their primary batteries shutting down internal power and life support, it’s going to be dark in there gentleman, so make sure your helmets are switched to secondary position.” A shudder rocked the transport.

“Marines, lock your helmets into position and prepare to disembark!” A pilot shouted from up forward. Moments later a series of scratching noises could be heard until there was a loud explosive bang. “We have depressurisation, alright clones. DISEMBARK.”

“You heard the man.” Sixty-Six followed. “Get out of those seats and get in that ship!” As the squad quickly gathered their gear together the cabin was opened to space. “Right everyone in after me.” The Commander came over the comms. “You are authorised to shoot to kill any subjects apart from officers. We want those alive.” Going first, as every brave leader done, Sixty-Six descended from the assault boat. Surrendering to temptation the clone took a quick look at the battle and what he saw amazed him. Wreckage was everywhere, X-Wings alone and disabled their pilots now starting to eject out of impulse. One of the Interdictors Gravity bowls was bellowing thick black smoke, while the three Rebel capital ships were obviously disabled, their escorting frigates too afraid to come into range of the Immobiliser, but yet unable to leave because of the Gravity field. From above, the commander saw a glorious sight. The Immobiliser itself was now touching the Megalodon, boarding cylinders were extending, preparing to cut through the enemy hull, and from the vessels cargo bays, hundreds of Droid Dispensers were being launched, each one heading towards the open and unshielded fighter bay of the rebel flagship.

Firing his back pack thrusters, Sixty-Six led his squad into the bleak darkness that was the Megalodon.

The Megalodon shuddered as the devastating ion cannons smashed into the primary reactor, cutting all power off immediately. Then emergency power loss systems built within the ship began running the secondary generators dotted all over the Elite Star Destroyer. Each station had a secondary generator capable of keeping the most vital components of the ship active for a little while yet and the turbolasers have their own independent supply so they kept firing, although the sensor loss made it harder to track targets. It will, of course, take time to restore real power, but time is what nobody had at the moment.

Especially not a guy with an immense bounty on his head. Like me. The lights suddenly went out, then several seconds later, redder emergency lights bathed the interior in an eerie red glow. Then I heard shouts of orders and distant gunfire. Marines and crew rushed this way and that, carrying blaster rifles and pistols and even other weapons.

"Commodore, what's happening?" I asked into my comlink as I flicked my fingers to open a locked door.

"We're repelling boarders, that's what." She replied curtly. "Breachers have been sighted at the neck of the ship, and droids are attacking the hangar bays."

"Damn." They really are in it for me. Whatever did I do to the Imperials? Oh yeah, I survived the worst they could bear against me.

"Engineers are going to try and scuttle the ship. You better make it quick." She warned me.

I sighed heavily. "She was a good ship. It's been a pleasure serving with her, and with you."

"And with you, Commander. We'll hold off the boarders as long as possible. May the Force be with you."

"And with you." I clicked off the comlink and kept running down to the fighter bays. It took some time because of the length of the ship (2500 meters!) and a couple of traitors looking for favor (and several hundred million credits) with the Empire slowed me down a bit, mainly due to the fact that I'm not yet at 100%. Luckily, Ryujin acted as backup to burn their asses to ashes, so we kept moving.

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Unbeknownst to us, the clone commander 66 and his posse moved swiftly through the maintenance tunnels, wiping out any troops that patrolled there. His new weapon, a blaster capable of throwing deadly blasts of invisible gamma radiation, worked perfectly against the armor of the troops. The great thing with gamma guns is that the area that is directly targeted is effectively vaporized by the energy while leaving other areas intact, blowing large holes in the body of the enemy while leaving the armor intact.

66 smiled as he relished being able to kill the Jedi scum with the weapon, but his orders were clear. Take the criminal alive.

He knew the criminal would try to escape the ship and Imperial justice, so he made a point to intercept him at the ship's fighter bays. Of course, the Jedi would be quicker, but the droids will hold him up, even if he was at full health.

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In the fighter bay, there was nothing but chaos as droids and troops fought for control of the ship. Blaster bolts flew everywhere and sometimes a grenade would be thrown, causing an explosion at one point or another. Several fighters were seen burning as blaster bolts penetrated them, but there was one, semi-hidden in a corner, that was online and shielded from the small arms fire and explosions. Rocky in action!

I broke through the last door to the hangar bay and was met with scenes of battle. I reflected stray blaster bolts that came in, and as I called up the Force, I swiftly moved through the ranks of battle droids, slicing and dicing my way to my fighter. Even an injured Jedi like me can fight well when the Force is on my side. It's just that it will hurt more after the adrenaline dies down. Plus the danger of opening just-closed wounds, but that's something that would have to wait.

But I didn't have to fight alone as the troops flanked me, providing extra shields for me to survive all that much longer. Then a trooper's head exploded next to me and clonetroopers piled out of a maintenace entrance, with a familiar clone leading the way.

Commander 66 has arrived.

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The fighting outside in the airless vacuum of space was just as intense as the battle aboard the Megalodon. The Star Cruiser and Dragonstorm Battlecruiser were also disabled by the devastating power of the Immobilizer, but not as hard as the Megalodon was. It seems that all the enemy troops were focused on the Megalodon to capture it, and so some of the fighters still remaining concentrated on trying to destroy the boarding chutes and droid dispensers that came from the Immobilizer to give the engineering crew time to scuttle the ship.

The bigger problem was the Interdictor. The rest of the fleet of less than ten ships and a few dozen bombers did everything they could to disable or destroy the gravity generators. Weaker ion cannons, turbolasers, even missiles and torpedoes were thrown at the Interdictor in hopes of finally being able to break the hyperspace lock and jumping to freedom. Hell, some of the Star Cruiser's independently-powered turbolasers and Dragonstorm cruiser's plasma cannons were still active enough to give the fleet that much more punch to destroy the generators.

The Imperials had the upper hand with their new weaponry and it showed in this battle...

Zactarn Prime ships had heard the cry of their Galactic Empire brethren. They had sent out VSSD (Vengeance-Class Super Star Destroyer. Custom of Zactarn prime. Exactly the same as a Soverign except more consumables.) named the Genocide. With it was YT-3000 freighter. They raced the stars in cloak. Thy were told to meet Thrashian ships and wait for reinforcements. Aboard the Genocide was Cheif Naval Officer Terald Fren. He was a battle-scarred man, tall and well-built. He walked around the Command deck constantly asking his pilots for their location and distance from target.

"Pilots how far?" said Fren.

"We are there." responded the pilot.

"Good." sighed Fren.

"Get a direct link up to the Thrasian fleet." commanded Fren.

"Aye." said the pilot.

"It's up." the pilot spoke again after a series of beeps and buzzes.

-_> Highly Encrypted Messgae to Thrasian Fleet <-_

We have arrived now we shall await the arrival of the reinforcements yes?" said Fren.

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In orbit above Dororsym, Antraeolian System
Captain's Quarters of the Super Star Destroyer, the TSF Covenant

The hologram of High Chancellor Rosenthal faded, its blue glow retreating along with the visage of the gruff man. High Admiral John Crabon stood and pressed down his uniform. 'So, it seems that the Empire has grown agitated with them at last. War is inevitable at this point.'

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Suceloforce Contingent #48651-a

Clouds of TIE and ZIG fighters glided through space, their engines roaring as they wove inbetween the capital ships. VT-49 Decimators rumbled through space, preparing their crew for the oncoming battles. Stormtroopers ran through the halls of the star destroyers, taking positions at any available boarding or landing ship.

The Covenant sat in space, surrounded by 24 Decimator-class assault ships, 9 Imperator-class Star Destroyers and two Immobiliser-class Interdictor cruisers. High Admiral Crabon walked along the command walkway, looking into the crew pits as communications officers relayed information through Suceloforce Fleetcomm. One of the comm officers looked up from his terminal. "Admiral, all ships in system have foldspace calculations prepared, and are waiting for your mark to make the fold." Admiral Crabon walked down the stairs into the crew pit and grabbed the microphone.

"All ships make the fold to sector eight - nine as you were ordered to in ten, nine, eight." He stopped counting and walked back to the bridge, making his way to the viewport in time to see the rippling blue familiarity of foldspace envelop the Sucellan fleet.

The Genocide roared as it sat and waited. The Vengeance class YT-3000 waited by it's side. Darth Zlo a Jawa sith that is serving as Darth Vaclavious's apprentice. He prowled the bridge waiting for the chance to fight. He was honing his skills for the time where he would challenge his master. He meditated and waited. He sat and absorbed all pain and dreamt of the glorious blood that would be shed in this war.

Meanwhile on Zactarn Prime

Darth Vaclavious has set up ships and has made a huge blockade around the planet as well. They were ready incase war ever got their.

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The Changer of the Ways and its escorts floated deep within the Warp, their inhabitants frozen in stasis, away from the grasps of the daemons that yearned to feast on their souls. In its vast hallways and corridors, nothing stirred, save one. Sitting on the Throne of the Eye, Warmaster Helion, the Chosen of Tzeentch, communed with the very essence of Chaos, riding the waves of Fate, forseeing what would come with deadly accuracy. Twisting the threads of fate, he wove new strands into the tapestry, ruining some, bringing vast power to others. Knowledge was his bread, and here he gorged himself upon the feast layed before him. Finally, he reached the morsel that he had been searching for...

Ah, dessert.

OOC: Tag.

As per requested, a Sith fleet was being dispatched to sector eight – nine to meet up with the Thrasian fleet already in place, and await Imperial reinforcements. Though the United Sith were already fighting their own war of expansion, they could easily spare a task force to assist their new allies. And this task force was quite a potent force, containing the flagship of Lord Malice. The Wraith, which in turn was escorted by several destroyers and dozens of cruisers.

Lord Malice decided making a personnel appearance for her new allies would, perhaps, solidify their relationship...

"Incoming ship on vector A-3 sir," said an ensign, his sensory consul lighting up as it detected the ship.

"Affirmative, they're expected," said Captain Dimak. He stood on the port side of the bridge, watching out in space as the Zactarn Prime vessel came out of hyperspace.

"Comms, get me a transmission line," Dimak said. The comms officer adjusted his settings a moment, then looked up and nodded.

"Zactarn Prime vessel Genocide, welcome to the staging point. All Thrashian reinforcements have been brought here already as of 2300 hours two standard days ago. My superior has ordered me to tell you to bring forth any of your own rienforcements as soon as possible, as the fleet will be deploying to the specified targets, when the Emperor Palpatine sends us them. Conquest out." Dimak waved his hand and the comms officer cut the line.


12 hours later...

"Lord Malice, this is Grand Admiral Alabar of the Thrashian Fleet. Welcome to the Imperial Staging point." The Sith fleet had just come out of hyperspace a short time ago, and Alabar had thought that since the leader of the United Sith Empire was aboard the task force flagship, that he should be greeted with a higher rank than captain. "I will have my comms officer send you the required specification points where you can move your ships to until we begin operations of the Emperor Palpatine," Alabar said.

"Thankyou for your cooperation Admiral," said a voice back. Alabar nodded then waved for the line to be cut.

"We have received a message sir." stated the pilot.

"Tell Dimak message is received." said Fren.

He turned away and sent a link to Zactarn Prime stating that all reinforcements be brought at once. They would arrive in 7 hours.


OOC: Sorry for short post but I'm in school.

Sector Eight-Nine
Imperial Rally Point

The blue clouds in front of the viewports gave way to winking stars as the Sucellan fleet ripped out of foldspace and re-entered Realspace. Ahead of them were the already established ships of the Imperial alliance. High Admiral Crabon sent out a transmission on all local Imperial channels: "Attention commanding officer of the Imperial forces in sector eight-nine: this is High General John Crabon, the leader of the Antraeolian system branch of the Tannenmillian Navy. I have in my command 10 Star Destroyers, 2 Immobiliser cruisers, and 24 Decimator ships, as you might know by a radar scan. These ships are under the banner of the Galactic Empire, and we are awaiting orders on ship or troop movements."

The requested reinforcements soared. There was a fleet of Genosian Fanblade Starfighters and another fleet of Sith Terminators. Commanding the fleets was a Capital ship, DEATH a Griven Stellar Destroyer whose captain was Darth Vaclavious himself. He wanted to make sure this went right. The ships soared and soared untill they slowed to a hault and met with the other ships. They waited. All the ships waited. Glorious Blood would be shed. They wanted to attack. But had to wait. The ships carefully organized hovered in the stars in silence. The tension was intense.

The VSSD hummed and then the hangar opened. The fleet of Tie Vampire Mk1s flew out and buzzed around. They all soared and shot up into the stars. This was just a scramble to ensure no complications would be had in battle. Then the Griven Stellar Destroyer hangar opened up and a fleet Tie Vampire Mk2's and a fleet of Tie Predators came out as well. The Tie's scrambled and shot. They were brand new and have never been used. They all cost big money and were stronger than many Tie's. They raced around for hours. No flaws just as suspected. They returned to the hangars and all was silence once again.


OOC: Tie Vampire Mk2 http://rpggamer.org/stats.php?page=d6/d6tievampiremk2.html


Tie Vampire Mk1 http://rpggamer.org/stats.php?page=d6/d6tievampiremk1.html

Tie Predator http://rpggamer.org/stats.php?page=d6/d6tiepredator.html

Sector Eight-Nine
Imperial Rally Point

The blue clouds in front of the viewports gave way to winking stars as the Sucellan fleet ripped out of foldspace and re-entered Realspace. Ahead of them were the already established ships of the Imperial alliance. High Admiral Crabon sent out a transmission on all local Imperial channels: "Attention commanding officer of the Imperial forces in sector eight-nine: this is High General John Crabon, the leader of the Antraeolian system branch of the Tannenmillian Navy. I have in my command 10 Star Destroyers, 2 Immobiliser cruisers, and 24 Decimator ships, as you might know by a radar scan. These ships are under the banner of the Galactic Empire, and we are awaiting orders on ship or troop movements."


"Thats affirmative Admiral Crabon, this is Grand Admiral Alabar of the Thrashian Imperial Fleet. Your forces are welcome, my communications officer will be sending you the resting points where your ships can wait until we deploy all Imperial forces. Welcome to the rally-point," said Alabar. He waved his hand and the ensign cut the line.

Alabar walked back to his command chair and sat down. He called up his keyboard and data screen. He typed in the numbers of the Tannenmillian Navy. The list of Imperial vessels was growing, almost the largest ever seen, thought Alabar, but...not since when Thrashia had once marshalled all tis forces, and it was still more to go. Alabar thought for a moment. The Emperor Shadaum had given him command of the first 4 Imperial Fleets. They were currently in dry-dock, still in the Thrashian System. 'Maybe I will call the 3rd fleet...wouldn't hurt to have more fire power,' he thought.

Alabar turned to his communications officer. "Lieutenant, send a message to the Epion, tell Admiral Drayson he is to mobilize the 3rd fleet. Then to procede here to this rally point. I want it down within 28 hours."

"Yes Admiral," said the Lieutenant. The young officer turned to the three ensigns under him and began giving the orders.

"Soon,' thought Alabar. "Soon."

We...have...awakened.

Again, a long slumber has befallen us. But again, the call to battle jolts us into awakening. We are returning to function, to assist those who we promised to assist. We had not gotten the message for some time; our probes were not dilligent. But now, we have, and our response is coming.

At the Imperial rally point for sector 28, twelve-hundred spheres and ovoid objects appeared in a silent burst of greenish light. Instantly, they began to send communications to the nearby ships.

"We have arrived, belatedly. We will do as asked by any authorized Commander at this juncture. Who is the fleet commander? In addition, what is our function in this endeavour? We require data, for our late arrival provides only meagre reinforcements if we are uninstructed. Who is it who we destroy? Who will feel the wrath of the Machine?"

The Forces of Mechanization asked such questions, processors whirred and data was absorbed. There had been a fight against Neo Zeta, most likely one started for money, not the listed reasons. But there was no need for reason, for the one demand made by the Prime Code is to fight. That was their function, their life. It was a code of Mechanization. The Extermination of planets, or their capture, was their existance. Harvesting entire planets for reformation into warships and repentance for their sins against Mechanization.

OOC: Okay, now that we're all here I can start the war the morrow. All I need to do now is make Chronosia post -_-. Then to WAAAR!!! :)

"My Lord; we are intercepting coded transmissions; we are ordered to unify at the rendezvouz point; codified as Sector 8-9. The Imperial's wish our presence for their grand endeavor."

"Take us in; command the fleet to link up..." Cabot hissed softly; a low snarl building in his throat; pregnant with rage and lust for war. He was being denied; denied his glory; his victory; his War!
He snarled once more. "Make sure all weapons and shields remain primed; I will not be decieved by these Coredian dogs"

"That such beings would violate the will of the Machine God in such ways is deceitful heresy, my Lord. They shall not live long for their sins..."

"They violate the will of Chaos; they defy the will of the Gods!" He hissed "Khorne shall claim their skulls and their blood."

The fleet moved into position; a fluid warp translation and a ponderous aligment, a defensive movement; an offensive vanguard; as the Lord of Blood stood and gazed out at the stars; at Bastion.

"What do they say now?"

OOC: YAY the war will commense soon

We have detected an inbound group, and we cannot believe it. It is the Chronosian force. There is something...an inkling....we can recall...it is the remains of Discord squirming within us...

At the appearance of the Chaotic Ones, programs spiked within the computer cores. The fleet again scattered in the standard evade and escape pattern, except the heavy monitors and superdreadnoughts who stood their ground simply because they were too heavy to maneuver well. Discord, the ancient Chronosian AI, had implanted strains of himself within the Concordiat Prime Code quite some time ago, and those remains had grown into the very fabric of the programming. There were some feedback loops and many data-corruption centres within the programming now, but there was one other, more important addition...


there were red spikes surrounded by cracked, semimolten metal on the outside surfaces of the planet-sized Monitors...

and the newest class was adorned with the Eight-Pointed Star, the Mark of Chaos.

With a vortex of warp fire, the crimson ships of the Khurganate arrived. The gargantuan vessels dwarfed the Imperial vessels in system, blotting out the sun with their majesty. Their great Cathedrals, nearly the size of an ISD by themselves, glowed with the power of Tzeentch. And aboard the largest vessel, the massive Changer of the Ways, lounged Helion, Chosen of Tzeentch, Hand of the Changer. Focusing his power, he boomed a psychic message across space, into the minds of the leaders of the assembled fleets.

Hail, servants of Palpatine, warriors of the Galactic Empire. The Khurgan have heard your Emperor's call, and the Great Manipulator has approved of it. The full might of the Khurganate will be by your side.

With a vortex of warp fire, the crimson ships of the Khurganate arrived. The gargantuan vessels dwarfed the Imperial vessels in system, blotting out the sun with their majesty. Their great Cathedrals, nearly the size of an ISD by themselves, glowed with the power of Tzeentch. And aboard the largest vessel, the massive Changer of the Ways, lounged Helion, Chosen of Tzeentch, Hand of the Changer. Focusing his power, he boomed a psychic message across space, into the minds of the leaders of the assembled fleets.

Hail, servants of Palpatine, warriors of the Galactic Empire. The Khurgan have heard your Emperor's call, and the Great Manipulator has approved of it. The full might of the Khurganate will be by your side.
"Set up a link to the massive ship." spoke Darth Vaclavious aboard the Griven Stellar Destroyer.

"At once..." spoke the comm director as he turned to the panel as a bunch of beeps and buzzes started about


"This is Darth Vaclavious leader of Zactarn Prime. We welcome you to this rendevouz point. We will be departing shortly. We would like to get aquainted so that we may work better in combat."

Vaclavious walked away and the comm director severed the link waiting for a response.

Helion heard the message, and responded.

We know you well, Darth Vaclavious. The Strands speak well of your exploits, and your future. Much will fall to darkness by your efforts. You need not tell us of your past, for we know you as intimately as a lover. But what of us? We are the Tribesfolk of the Khurgan, the Chosen of the Great Deceiver, masters of Change itself. I, Lord Helion Arcturus, am the Warmaster of my people, Right Hand of Tzeentch himself. But words are not enough. Let me show you.

In a rush, Helion sent a barrage of images rushing through the mind of the Sith Lord. Hecuba, birthplace of the Khurgan, crown jewel of Helion. The great battles that brought the planet under the control of one tribe. The vast shipyards and refineries, the great Chaotic hive that is Hecuba. The Vulcan Crusades, the reclaiming of the Forge Worlds of Old. The burning of Elvish ships, venting their atmosphere and crew into the burning cold of space, their souls consumed by the Lord of Mutation. The mighty Tzaangard, marching upon the soil of Tigris, Ryza, Gryphonne. The deal made with Marcus De Draken, for the secrets of the Astartes. And above all, the burning image of Tzeentch, true lord of all Chaos.

You know us now, Sith. Are you satisfied with this knowledge, oh Dark Lord? Are you satisfied with the holy power of Tzeentch?

OOC: If you need more info, feel free to contact me either by TG or at my MSNIM: blaestwin@hotmail.com

Helion heard the message, and responded.

We know you well, Darth Vaclavious. The Strands speak well of your exploits, and your future. Much will fall to darkness by your efforts. You need not tell us of your past, for we know you as intimately as a lover. But what of us? We are the Tribesfolk of the Khurgan, the Chosen of the Great Deceiver, masters of Change itself. I, Lord Helion Arcturus, am the Warmaster of my people, Right Hand of Tzeentch himself. But words are not enough. Let me show you.

In a rush, Helion sent a barrage of images rushing through the mind of the Sith Lord. Hecuba, birthplace of the Khurgan, crown jewel of Helion. The great battles that brought the planet under the control of one tribe. The vast shipyards and refineries, the great Chaotic hive that is Hecuba. The Vulcan Crusades, the reclaiming of the Forge Worlds of Old. The burning of Elvish ships, venting their atmosphere and crew into the burning cold of space, their souls consumed by the Lord of Mutation. The mighty Tzaangard, marching upon the soil of Tigris, Ryza, Gryphonne. The deal made with Marcus De Draken, for the secrets of the Astartes. And above all, the burning image of Tzeentch, true lord of all Chaos.

You know us now, Sith. Are you satisfied with this knowledge, oh Dark Lord? Are you satisfied with the holy power of Tzeentch?

"That information was suffiecient. You already seem to know of me and my slaughter of Jedi and everything so I guess the information search is over." Vaclavious walked away with the images buzzing through his head.

Deep within MWB territory, the factories worked and the shipyards built for the customers of MWB. They turned out many ships and many weapons but now they stood still under orders from the CEO, Sylvia Manifestia. A war was raging somewhere on the outer rim, at the planet Bastion. Many linked the two things together.

But it didn't matter to them, a day off was a day off in their minds. But little did they know they were very right. On the planet of Gateway, the grey polluted air filled the sky as in the highest tower Sylvia the coldest and cruelest CEO MWB had ever had was watching her grand metal city with her cold blue eyes. Her blood red hair fell to her shoulders in perfect straightness.

She wore the black and grey uniform that only the CEO was privileged to wear and now she would exert her authority to wage war all in the name of profit. Markets had been down for three years now and that was due to no or hardly any customers. She would have to generate customers and she would do this by showing off MWB's latest war products.

She had mobilized the corporate army, which hadn't been utilized in a large scale operation since the Corporate Civil War and now they would be used again as veteran warriors to win the favor of the most powerful nations in the galaxy. A beep sounded at the door, she turned and saw that her second in command, Jennifer Larsen had arrived, "Jennifer I assume we are ready to begin the operation?"

Jennifer gave a polite smile, "Yes M'lady, the forces are preparing to take off as we speak. Two Spartan Cruisers, the Profiter and the Gambler shall be apart of the taskforce. 8,000 Corporate troops will be present onboard the ship. They are our elite force so they should equal most forces being deployed there in certain areas."

Sylvia smiled, "Excellent, make sure the Galactic Empire knows of our assistance.”

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Supreme Commander Fenimore watched as his force was mobilized for the first actual offensive operation in MWB history. He would have two small but powerful Spartan Cruisers under his command they would be suffice to hold their own. Not to mention several cargo freighters had been modified to carry Dropships and E-1 Dread Fighters.

"Sir we are ready for the jump to hyperspace." The captain reported. Fenimore gave a nod, "In three...two...one launch!"

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We...have...awakened.

Again, a long slumber has befallen us. But again, the call to battle jolts us into awakening. We are returning to function, to assist those who we promised to assist. We had not gotten the message for some time; our probes were not dilligent. But now, we have, and our response is coming.

At the Imperial rally point for sector 28, twelve-hundred spheres and ovoid objects appeared in a silent burst of greenish light. Instantly, they began to send communications to the nearby ships.

"We have arrived, belatedly. We will do as asked by any authorized Commander at this juncture. Who is the fleet commander? In addition, what is our function in this endeavour? We require data, for our late arrival provides only meagre reinforcements if we are uninstructed. Who is it who we destroy? Who will feel the wrath of the Machine?"

The Forces of Mechanization asked such questions, processors whirred and data was absorbed. There had been a fight against Neo Zeta, most likely one started for money, not the listed reasons. But there was no need for reason, for the one demand made by the Prime Code is to fight. That was their function, their life. It was a code of Mechanization. The Extermination of planets, or their capture, was their existance. Harvesting entire planets for reformation into warships and repentance for their sins against Mechanization.


"Attention forces of the Mechanization. This is Grand Admiral Alabar of the Thrashian Imperial Fleet of the Galactic Empire. I am presently acting-commander for the this rallying point, our function in this endevour is for the glory of the Empire and for the downfall of its enemies without hesitation. My communications officers will be sending you data concerning our operations plan and time table. Alabar out." The comm ensign cut the line as Alabar nodded to him.

Captain Dimak was speaking with one of the Comm Scann officers when suddenly the alert signals started blaring.

"Sir we have an incoming warp-drive entry, point A-7c," said the lieutenant, looking over onto the consul. Dimak turned to Alabar who was frowning. "They've just entered exited the warp hole sir."

With a vortex of warp fire, the crimson ships of the Khurganate arrived. The gargantuan vessels dwarfed the Imperial vessels in system, blotting out the sun with their majesty. Their great Cathedrals, nearly the size of an ISD by themselves, glowed with the power of Tzeentch. And aboard the largest vessel, the massive Changer of the Ways, lounged Helion, Chosen of Tzeentch, Hand of the Changer. Focusing his power, he boomed a psychic message across space, into the minds of the leaders of the assembled fleets.

"Have Comm Scan identify the ships, hold all positions," Alabar said calmly. The technician ensign's hands moved quickly over his consul and keyboard as he operated his machine witgh trained perfection.

"Comm Scan reports that the fleet belongs to the nation of Khurgan, allies of the GE," the ensign said. Suddenly the comms officer stood up.

"Sir, we're recieving a message."

"Play it."

"Hail, servants of Palpatine, warriors of the Galactic Empire. The Khurgan have heard your Emperor's call, and the Great Manipulator has approved of it. The full might of the Khurganate will be by your side.

"Get me a return hailing signal," said Alabar. He walked over to his command chair and sat down.

"Line open sir."

"Attention forces of Khurgan, welcome. I am Grand Admiral Alabar of the Thrashian Imperial Fleet. We welcome you and your forces to our mighty effort. We will be presently holding this position until further order come from the Emperor Palpatine, at which time we will deploy and destroy our enemies. Alabar out." The ensign cut the line.


"Captain, have all our own fleets arrived as planned?" Alabar asked. He stood at the front of the bridge looking out at the Khurgan ships which had arrived hours earlier.

Dimak stood nearby. "Yes sir, all of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Fleets have reported in. We now have assembled the following: 73 Praetorian-class cruisers, 150 Imperator II Star Destroyers, 132 Victory II Star Destroyers, 7 Super Star Destroyers, 42 Shadow-class Cruisers, 18 Scorpion Carriers, and 1 Soveriegn Super Star Destroyer, your command ship."

"423 vessels over-all," said Alabar. "This will certainly put Thrashian forces on the map, so to speak. Usually its always that damnd 9th Fleet that sees most combat and glory." Alabar was of course talking about Thrashian Exploration and Expansion Fleet, the 9th, which was also its largest numbering some 350+ vessels.

"Indeed sir," said Dimak. "How soon until Palpatine sends our targets?"

"I do not know Captain, I do not know."

I stared into 66's eyes. He stared into mine. We moved.

Commander 66 shot an invisible bolt of gamma energy. I dodged, deflecting fire from the other clonetroopers and the droids. My troops and Ryujin covered me, raining blaster bolts or fireballs upon the enemies. I ran, dodging his shots, desperately trying to reach the safety of the fighter.

Meters from safety, a bolt smacks through my defenses. My mithril shirt and natural Force abilities absorbs most of the blow, but the bolt was still powerful enough to knock me down and burn my chest. 66 advances on me as the clonetroopers hold off my soldiers and then a whining sound could be heard as he charges the gamma gun for a shot while I'm down. It appears that I'm about to be killed after all...then I smirk.

When the Immobilizer took out the Megalodon, it effectively turned the ship into one giant induced electrical current so that everything that required power suddenly shut down. But the fact of the matter was that they forgot something. Something about who they wanted to capture and parade around the Imperial Square like a slave.

I am the Lightning Master of the Jedi Order. All that is electrical is at my fingers to command.

In the time it took to warm up the gamma blaster to end my life, I concentrated, drawing the raw electricity that immobilized the ship into the fighter bay and unleashed it all on the safety generators that produced the magnetic containment field separating the bay from the vacuum of space. A warning blared for three seconds, but by now, I was almost alone in the fighter bay. Just me, 66, dead or dying Marines and clones, and droid pieces all over.

The sudden loss of the containment field caused a severe pressure difference that began sucking everything out into space. 66 staggered for a moment under the winds, giving me enough time to recover and send a telekinetic blast at him, throwing him out the entrance, then I found myself swiftly following after. Unwilling to join the clone commander in airless death, I grabbed a little hook on the floor of the bay and held on tightly as the vacuum continued its work. Ryujin held onto my good shoulder.

Rocky came to my rescue as he skillfully maneuvered the X-wing in front of me, pushing the repulsars as hard as they would go against the hurricane. I let go of the hook and grabbed the nose, then Rocky popped the cockpit and I climbed in and closed the cockpit door, breathing hard for sweet, sweet air. I lit the sublights, and with Rocky's help as I recovered, sped out of the now airless fighter bay and into the still-raging battle outside.

Meanwhile, engineering was hard at work getting ready to blow the reactor of the Megalodon before the enemy reached it with the clones. By the time the clones reached the core, the contaiment fields were already manually failed and explosives were set for ten seconds...9...8...7...

"All surviving ships! The ship is detonating! Escape now!" The Commodore ordered, then closed her eyes for the end.

...6...5...4...

By now, the Interdictor cruiser was completely in ruins and the hyperdrives of all the ships were free once more. The Immobilizer tried to snatch what remains of the fleet, but they were too swift.

"May the Force be with you, Commodore." I whispered as I punched in the coordinates for Jurai.

...3...2...1...Detonation.

A supernova ignited behind me the moment I pulled the lever and jumped away with the remaining fleet, which amounts to no more than five surviving ships. It took the Immobilizer with it, the final kill of the Megalodon, and for a moment, a new star shone in the sky.

OOC: what are we gunna do since Unified Sith is gone.

ooc: Wait until he gets back and coordinate. Unless you'd like to strike out on your own... which I wouldn't recommend against CW and his crew. You'd be screwed before you made it a lightminute.

ooc: Wait until he gets back and coordinate. Unless you'd like to strike out on your own... which I wouldn't recommend against CW and his crew. You'd be screwed before you made it a lightminute.
OOC: Unified Sith says he won't be coming back to NS. It falls unto me to command the GE as Lady Nightshade. *evil grin*

OOC - Oh. Snap.

So you're controlling both ends of this war O_o?

OOC: Unified Sith says he won't be coming back to NS. It falls unto me to command the GE as Lady Nightshade. *evil grin*

OOC: Fuck.

OOC: Unified Sith says he won't be coming back to NS. It falls unto me to command the GE as Lady Nightshade. *evil grin*
ooc: oh crap, this is going to get confusing...

OOC: Indeed it shall...

OOC: Lovely. Now, what's happening again? Sithilis has found God, so CoreWorlds is now playing both sides, I get that much. But who do I get to kill? Oh, and since I'm having difficulty posting as Khurgan, I will be posting as Otagia for a while.