NationStates Jolt Archive

Terra Prime

The void churned and writhed as darkness consumed it. The absence of light, mercy and humanity bathed an existance crippled and trapped within fates icy tomb of fear.

The heart of the Union, Terra Prime, awash with warships and civilian traffic dared to cut through this terror, this endless black which extended for infinity. Beyond outlying star systems crackled with new life, new ideas and beliefs, protected by their homeworld, guarded by the affiliations with the Galactic Empire, which lay, somewhere, far out in the black, as a small shining brilliance of a thousand thousand distant stars.

Silence is all that this space knows, death is all it can bring, life is its enemy, and Terra Prime has in the past, present and future had its share. Born from the brokenness of earth, revitalised in the forges of the empire, this race would see glory again, the cancer would be removed, and the scourge of benevolence ripped from them as though it were a cancerous tumour.

The shadow would visit Terra, the namesake of an Empire vast and strong would stand here. A foundation of iron and steel, a pulpit of boundless influence would soon materialise out of the yaw of hyperspace.

Streaming starlines would sunder away, melt at the flick of a button to the new emperors commands. And just as though it were out of a nightmare, the dream would be told.

Above the flickering orb of Terra Prime, the empires battlestation arrived, its position, a perfect orbit, its place a perfect guard, and its power, its terror a symbol to those that would strike against the very crucible of peace and order.

Today, Terra Prime has one new moon, a shining brilliance, a weapon known to all, a weapon feared by all...

OOCness: I'm assuming this is 'Terra Prime' TFU's homeworld, and not 'Terrra Prime' meaning Sol III, Earth, the planet with the fractality...

OOC: Yes.

“Sir, we are approaching Coruscant on schedule.”

“Good, contact Control and inform them of our arrival.”

“Yes Sir. Initiating contact. Sir, I have a message for you. Forwarding it to your counsel now.”

Ba’El stepped over to his workstation and sent the encryption code to the computer. The message unraveled and allowed him access. He read through the message.

“It seems we have a change in orders. Admiral Thrawn, would you care to take a look to confirm?”

Ba’El stepped aside and allowed the Grand Admiral the chance to view the message. He wanted to be sure the course deviation would not be taken as a surprise. He punched a few coordinates into the workstation and sent a request for another wormhole.

Moments later space tore itself apart in front of the Battlegroup and the ships quickly entered. Ten minutes they emerged over Terra Prime. Between them and the planet was a huge artificial moon, the Death Star.

“Let’s try this again, open a channel to the Death Star. Inform them we have a prisoner to transfer.”

Super secret ic:
Hyperion ship yards several light years from terran prime. General James grant sat back in his chair, he was sitting in space dock on board one of the largest ships Ever constructed in the Union, its massive forty five kilometer body shimmered gently in the nebula's bright light. He sighed a bit growling as he looked at the death star on his screen from sensor readings. His grey odd looking uniform glimmered gently in the light, it was different from standard federal uniform noticeably different. the massive ships bridge was lit with grey and light blue as officers and men waring similar uniforms to the general. It was quiet, and ominous every one was obviously nervous, as they saw flaming soul ships being refitted for a special duty today , extremely special.

A federal fleet flying under a new flag was forming inside the luminous nebula, massive Demeter class cruisers along side smaller destroyers frigates and new ranger class battle ships flowing gently together waiting for this massive behemoth to be launched.

Several moments passed, the massive ship yards 50 Km bay opened , the huge ominous Death knight came flowing out rumbling its engines pushing it along, is massive body floating over the rest of the fleet dwarfing them, even the rangers we're no match for such a large ship, it was the most advanced in the Union, and it was under rebel control. ships from all the reaming 13 systems had gathered to fight a battle to save they're home land believing they would be ousted and crushed by the GE , being lead by general james grant of Torm.

Grant stood up his grey uniform shimmering gently in the light, he smiled, his grey bearded face rippling as he Did so. he waved his rough hand over to the tactical officer and started to speak "Alright men, we have a difficult battle ahead of us, the evils of the empire reign down upon free men and women of all types, its is imperative that we do not fall to these bastards with out a fight, unfortunately our goverment has bowed to these dogs, it is time we take this fight to they're precious battle station shall fall with no grace, enough of my speech, I have contacted allies to help us in this task... they are here and willing to help."

He smiled as his hard confident voice faded over the comns to his allies and fellow ships he went back to sit down, he had contacted People's Acolytes for assistance as well some time earlier. his blue eyes glinted gently at the light from the young star in the nebula.

Terran prime defense grid command center:
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Several armed grey uniformed rebels stood over dead federal officers bodies, they're sub machine guns and disruptor rifles glinting in the light of the station the entire defense grid of terran prime, the most extensive since sol was now in they're control, the Lt in charge stood in front of the platoon of men he used, he smiled a bit saying with a hard voice. "We'll first hack in to the command codes, when the fleet comes we'll send it to them and if we cant disable it they will, our second priority is to charge up those massive cannons we're going to have to do that when they redirect power to the night side of the planet. that way we can mask it more. I want all those cannons pointed right at that thing, our boys on the moons will do the same." the others nodded getting to work. Multiple advisor's and officers stood around the presidents table, as he sat back watching the ship in orbit expecting the trial to come on soon almost unknown of the fact that the defense grid was about to be hijacked. Missile silos we're already activated but that was normal due to the nation still being on defcon 2, they contained boosted c frac missiles.

Mean while communications from the out reaches of the federal union increased as ships rallied around they're stars under the command of the New confederate rebellion in torm, mill command was to busy keeping tabs on the death star in Terran prime to realize the movements, and moles made sure they Did not know. it was a waiting game now... ...


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regular IC: a message from the state department was sent screaming across the darkness to the imperial ships. Welcome to Terran prime, may your stay be pleasant

SIC (Super secret):

The General Stuart Brigade could also be found at the Hyperion Yards, tooling up and getting refitted with Confederate insignia and other goodies. When General James needed help, the problem of how to help while maintaining neutrality was evident. After all, the Acolytes had a policy of helping wars of national liberation.

The result was the Stuarts. Mercenaries no matter how you stacked it, these were men drawn from the ranks of Privateers, ex-army men and "private security" (Read: Mercs) the PA knew an hired for their International Brigades. Many were part of Tiger Force or the IB, but as part of the agreement to join the Confederates, agreed to resign their commissions in these units.

20 ships were assembled, with a force of 19 ships, all large battleship-sized privateers with a mixture of blackmarket, aftermarketly upgraded and nasty-looking weapons and defenses that could hold their own against the foe in a toe-to-toe matchup (such as Warp Cannons, turbolasers, mass drivers, shielding of all types etc). Though they looked like crude vessels, they were still formidable in the hands of a skilled captain. And, one more ship, a Kroot Mercenary-crewed ex-liner, was converted into a carrier, and onboard were the pilots of Spartacus Squadron. A "flying circus" formed from ex-PNAA pilots, they were outfitted with Komsomol III fighter-bombers and Marinesko II Fighters, ready to roll....

Grand Admiral Thrawn found nothing wrong with Ba'Els preparations nor the course. It was a more intricate plan than he would have liked, risking the prisoner so close to his own national boundaries where his influence was still strong. Thrawn had always found that a destructive scene seen from 100 lightyears away was just as effective as seeing it 100 feet away, so long as the scene to be watched was the right example.

Thrawn turned. "I find everything in order. Now, if you will excuse me, I must be leaving. I have my own orders and my fleet is waiting for me. I will see you shortly however when I arrive at the rendezvous."

His personal shuttle on standby, Thrawn left the ship and saw to it that Master Iczer remained aboard to watch over the prisoner. After the ship shot away from the shuttle, it took a short jump into hyperspace to where the Expedition Fleet was regrouping.

[SIC]
-Hyperion Shipyards, Federal Union Space-

Ten Gemini Class Worldships were berthed in the massive dockyards, with flickers of light erupting from multiple points on each as massive Rail guns were hastily fitted to the ships. The Federal Union was lucky for this impressive token of assistance, as it had taken the ships quite some time to come to a stop, and only the fact that they had already been headed here was what had prevented them from missing this date. Presently the first of the Worldships was undocking and moving to a safe distance to begin initial phase up of its newly installed weapon systems.

-On board the Unnamed-

"Sir, primary weapons systems online, and holding in the green with 50% power. All other systems read green. Shall we begin bringing the secondary and tertiary batteries online?" An attractive young ensign inquired.

"No, leave them be for now, give it one hour with no sign of a hiccup in the central systems, then bring the secondary online, and an hour after that, the tertiary. I am not about to have this ship die on us before we use these new guns." Commander Steel replied.

Looking up from the newly added weapons consoles, the young ensign nodded towards the commander.

"Look at that thing, they call it a 'Death Star' if you believe what they say," Steel said as he contemplated the main view screen, "I don't get it, maybe they were thinking of a neutron star, but no, that is still quite a bit bigger than that thing. Should have called it a "Terror Moon" or "Death Sphere" maybe even "Sphere o' Fear". Maybe then I would be more terrified."

"Sir, ETA on the other ships is 3 hours."

"Thank you EVA."

Secret ic
Mean while the general had already had one of his aids call the abh empire, with a bargin to become they're allies, the message read.

Dear old friends, while may not be on the best of terms surely you must think this massive thing called the death star must be destroyed, we shall offer you some latest phaser technology if you would be so kind as to help us get rid of it? thank you


another was sent to the light side of coreworlds

Greetings old friends, we require your help in striking down a terror weapon known as the death star orbiting Terran prime. if you wish to assist please come to this location...


Regular ic
Mean while: a five hundred ship federal began patrols in the Terran system, there engines pushing they're ominous imposing bodies along, to be dwarfed by the death star near by, captain braxton was in command of the fleet, he Did not know what to expect his orders we're to keep the area secured from any un wanted incursions. he looked out in to the darkness of space with a sigh his mind wandering as a rather exciting day came to a start again.

"Sir, the Dearh Star indicates it will be ready for prisoner transfer shortly."

"Good, move the prisoner to the Med Lab for a complete physical. We want to prove he was perfectly healthy when we hand him over."

"Yes Sir."

Soon Rob would find he was hooked up to a largs amount of machines. They recorded his mental and physical states as EEGs, EKGs, Personality Scans, MRIs, CAT Scans, X-rays (both dental and full body), and several others. The Thrashian Officer was invited to observe and was able to whenever there was not a danger to do so.

Afterwards Rob was taken to a shuttle with his escort and the shuttle was cleared for take off.

(US can take over the transfer at his leisure and post it.)


[B]SIC:[b]

A message was received from A'Lan. The Chief Medical Officer.

"...and in addition to determining his excelent health I was able to slip in a sucessful Personality Imprinting of the patient. I double checked the readings and the accuracy is at 99.994%. It appears at one time he has fractured the bone in his..."

A station vast and mighty, its name known by all, as the Imperial Death Star. Terra Prime had never known such fear, never known such a response that the Empire would demand. Hovering above the planet the battle station was invisible to the naked eye, but tides and waterways would feel its malevolent effects. Her invisible pull, her tenacity to destroy and purge even filtered through into ecosystems and the natural world itself.

The Balroggan forces were near, the darkness could sense it. A shimmering shriek of the wormhole glistened and opened and from it poured the realism of destruction, Vaders new apprentice Ba'el.

One ship, one small shuttle emerged from the bowels of the transport. Inside was former president of the Union Robert Bastidas, Imperial prisoner.

Locked in with the Death Stars mighty tractor beams and huddled closely to the hull, the shuttle disappeared within its depths, hidden beneath the armour, alive and tenacious.

Reports of increased communications chatter were scattered throughout the system, the Empire only too of the Unions erratic behaviour.

Commander Irlish, leader of the Tribunal issued this statement to Terra Prime at 09484959 Galactic Standard Time.

Stand Down Your Defence Forces, we are all friends here, why do you treat us as though we were stern enemies, preparing to do you harm. Stand down your defence forces, or we will be forced into implementing a lock down on this system, for the security of the trial of defendant Robert Bastidas.

You have three minutes to comply.

OOC: I will flush this out tomorrow when I can post, but for now this is all you guys get, until after work.

"Excuse me your Highness but we've just received word from the Fedral Union requiring your attention."

The tall muscular Abriel turned his one good eye on the woman bringing him the message. Gaf'ton did not have time for the complaints or problems of landers in some far off system. Let the humans be was his philosophy until it was time to crush them under the boot heel of his Star Forces uniform. But out of simply curiosity, the Imperial Admiral indulged the young woman. "Go ahead and read it to me."

Nodding her head, the woman pushed a few buttons on her glass panel to bring up the recorded message. "It says: Dear old friends, while may not be on the best of terms surely you must think this massive thing called the death star must be destroyed, we shall offer you some latest phaser technology if you would be so kind as to help us get rid of it? thank you

That's it."

Gaf'ton thought for a moment as he stood in the polished steel hallway of Lakfakallae. Then the sudden realization of all that could be came flooding into his mind. "There is a rapid response team in Hyperspace that has been sitting for far too long with this lull in the war. I want twenty ships to accompany five Rambirds and some civilian transports to evacuate as many lander civilians as possible. All military vessels are to wait in Hyperspace until they receive my orders. Understood?"

The woman nodded with a smile. "Shall I inform the Emperor?"

A sly smile spread across his face. "No need for something as small as this task. He will learn of it in due time."

Confused but willing to obey, the woman bowed quickly and went off to her duties. Several minutes later, a number of Abh liners merged with a small squadron of Star Forces vessels and headed for Terra Prime.

A few hours after making the jump from deep space, the trio of Devastator Class Star Destroyers reentered real space at sublight levels. They had entered the galaxy's core where planets like Coruscant resided, populated by hundreds of billions and envied by those with power as their throne. No doubt the space surrounding this area would be blanketed in orbital defense guns and FTLi fields. In a time like this all defenses would most likely be on high alert, thus it was best to be safe then to get shot at by high energy cannons.

As they entered the defended space, it was only a matter of seconds the before trio of star destroyers was hailed by Coruscant. The captain of the primary ship responded with the Grey Order's name and their callsigns as well as their Imperial callsigns that identified them as friendlies in the Galactic Empire.

"We have Master Kendo Zayne of the Grey Order aboard. He wishes to land in order to be witness to the traitor's trial."

"Ah... Coruscant. I have not seen it since I was a boy..." Zayne commented as he stared out the window at the massive city-world below.

a reply was sent to imperial forces from captain braxton who was sitting on his chair he started to speak in a hard confident voice.

We are not hear to do you any harm, we are here to bolster security for the imperial forces in this area do not be alarmed.

“We seem to enjoy the fact that you believe our demand was a request, it is an order. Stand down your military vessels immediately, lest we remind you the capability the Union has for treachery. The Death Star is secure enough for the trial, we do not require nor request your assistance. Your military shall vacate this system, and your planetary defences will stand down, lest they become supercilious to requirements.

Do not push us any further Fedral, this mercy in the emperors eyes does not sit well with me, I only ask you to push his kindness further so that you may feel his wrath.”

Moff Irlish – Imperial Executioner.

Braxton rolled his eyes "what are they fucking idiots, we're here to defend them not hurt them, these guys need a lesson in English." send them a reply..

suddenly a channel was opened to imperial forces.

so you don't want additional protection and security? after all it is our system and we do wish to provide help for allies

Ba’El watched as the shuttle was sent over. He had business to finish, including redirecting the Explorer now that the prisoner was safely aboard the station.

“Officer, contact the decoy ship and redirect them here. Those delegates aboard will want to arrive some time before the trial begins.”

“Yes Sir”


Across the galaxy the Explorer was nearing the Hypergate when it received the message about the change of destination. A wormhole was called for and it shortly appeared. Ten minutes later the ship would show up with the passengers.

Super Secret IC
-The Unnamed-

The third and final battery had been brought online, and everything was holding in the green. The normally busy ship was now almost lifeless throughout its countless thousands of decks. Non-critical systems on those decks had been shut down to provide power for the recently added weapons, and all the civilians, some two million, had been evacuated to a nearby Federal planet. Even now, reports were coming in that the smaller ships of the main Worldfleet had begun transferring the planet-bound citizens on board. Soon, all the pieces would fall into place.

One system that had remained online and active throughout the entirety of the refit was the manufactories. Deep within their furnaces and assembly lines fires burned and sparks flew as something large began to take shape. Now, it was nearing completion. There had been countless debates on whether or not to recreate this once forbidden device, knowing that it would be akin to opening Pandora's Box. Even in these councils, among the highest ranking members of the Soulian population, where dark secrets were spoken of openly, this technology was referred to with dark looks, quick glances around, and it was always said in a whisper. Temporal Technology. It was the most formidable technology ever wielded by the Soulians, and it had been locked away for the same reasons it had been embraced. Those who used it must be dealt with carefully, for they could erase your entire civilization and no one would know. And now it had been brought back, here and now, for the purpose of destroying the Death Star. It would not end there, everyone knew it. As soon as word leaked out to the other Worldships and Nations of the 'Verse, it would be impossible to clamp down the rampant spread of the technology, at least within the confines of the Worldfleet. Every single Soulian knew what could happen if the technology was shared, and they would never even share their documentation on the tech with a superior culture or more advanced nation.

And this new device! What a thing it was. A gross mass of death, for it combined Temporal Technology with some of the basic Dimensional Tech they had received long ago from the Balroggan people. All of this attached to the barrel of a very large railgun. Who knew what would happen when they opened fire with this, let alone the others being produced aboard the other ships that were present from the Worldfleet.

All of this and more were contained in the thoughts of Commander Steel as he looked over the manufactory bay. And the fact of the matter hit him squarely, forcing the air from his lungs by the force of the revelation. He had been the main proponent for the recreation of this device. He had opened Pandora's Box. He was responsible. As this passed through his mind he could only offer a small utterance.

"God help us all."

Imperial Death Star – Firing Control.

Moff Irlish languished within the control room of the Death Star, the station was quiet, isolated and barely active. Most of the crew had disembarked some time prior, droids seeing to the pathetic routines of maintenance and slavery, while he and his crews toyed with the firing trigger, endlessly baited as to what to do next.

The Fedrals defiant to the last, treacherous in every move were to be punished. The very presence of the death star evidence enough, it's very purpose a testament to the Empires endless crusade against disorder, darkness and hatred.

The shining hull glistened in the void, it's matter alive and well, feeding from the hatred of the force. Thirsting for blood, demanding its sacrifice.

Moff Irlish relaxed within his command chair nursing the firing trigger, his hands gracefully caressed the one button upon his armrest. “Activate the holo-transmission, allow him to witness this.” A blue faded man appeared in the crushed reflection of a prisoner infamous and devious. “Robert Bastidas, welcome, welcome, we were supposed to hold your trial here, but your people it seems are too common enough to realise defeat when it slaps them in the face. On screen.” Irlish didn't look for a visible reaction from him. “That.” The Moff eagerly stood up “Is Terra Prime, your homeworld I believe, and this, I must confess is one of its moons.”

“DEATH STAR WILL BE IN RANGE IN FIFTEEN SECONDS”

“Your naval personnel have point blankly refused to comply with our commands, do you have any idea what detonating this moon will do to the planet below?” Irlish lavished in the malevolence of it all, his thin ebony structure crackled with joy as his voice reached new highs of embellishment.

“DEATH STAR WILL BE IN RANGE IN TEN SECONDS”

“Well, not very many good things one expects, our last projections is the decimation of all life in, well, not long at all.” Still no reaction from Bastidas. “You people are arrogant to the end, consorting with rebels, pleading with our enemies, the emperor should have wiped you out before you were even allowed entry into the Galactic Empire. Allies, friends, they called you. Traitors and aliens I say, Ill news and ill gain.”

“THE DEATH STAR WILL BE IN RANGE IN FIVE SECONDS”

“Nothing to say, not a word for my ears? Not a last plea for this moon, the thousands that dwell on it, the countless billions resting on your next word? It doesn't matter I would only ignore it anyway. Unless of course you have another target for us to strike, a military target? Something that the rebellion would dearly miss? No?” Irlish smirked. “Nothing?”

“DEATH STAR IN RANGE.”

The small planetary alignments altered, revealing a glistening circle upon the holotable. “Alert the Balroggans to raise their shields, and send the signal to the Kylar Anchorage that they may commence their bombardment. Ahhh yes, those ships that so proudly refused to obey our commands. Raise the Inhibitor fields and place this system in quarantine as we promised.”

“Inhibitor field raised sir, nothing is getting in our out.”

“Most excellent.”

“Fighting men of the Fedral Union.” The green superlaser charged and ready as it had been since it entered the system, instantly discharged, her blazing fury descending towards the planet of Terra Prime. “The Empire, when it makes a command [TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTION] does not do so to have it debated with. This is a lesson, a hard one, one you and your people will suffer and continue to suffer for the rest of their lives.”

Irlish turned to the holographic Bastidas, currently located within one of the cells below. “Oh I'm sorry, did I target the wrong one? Commander, target that moon.”

“The Empire has each of your worlds targeted for destruction, by Imperial Base Delta Zero operations, or Galaxy Gun strikes. We anticipate your full cooperation from here on, in regard to the trial of Robert Bastidas. Loyalty to the Emperor, Obedience to the Warmaster, Long Live the Empire.”

“Now, let us deal with those moons.” Irlish chuckled as they were bathed in the atomic fire of a detonating world.

“More cake?”

The babble of soft clear water through the verdant grass was immensely soothing to Alan Gethart, indeed, upon his return home he felt he would have to employ someone to completely recreate his grounds to emulate these perfect surroundings. The Breeze through his fur, his tail lying in the soft grass, the warm sunlight illuminating his dabbled brown and grey coat of

“I said, would you life some more cake?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Brought back suddenly to the reality Alan sat up in his chair and took the proffered slice. Lady Celdridge, a senior judge in the local circuit, and a pure bred Raen Xeno carried on round the party. Heading over to a group of distinguished gentlemen playing croquet out on the lawn proper.

Alan had recently made a considerable fortune in prospecting, from land inherited from his Uncle, a man who had previously been thought to have wasted what money the family had on worthless deep space mineral rights, and who had now been posthumously redeemed. Finding himself suddenly with a secure income and no dependents, Alan launched into the life of the landed gentry. He was a land owner now, of the most traditional kind, supported by the wealth generated from others endeavor. Such a lifestyle attracts a certain kind of person, and though he was of terrible breeding, he had not even attempted to disguise his dappled mongrel fur, he found himself surround by the rich and the entitled of the Xeno community. Beside him dozed a quite portly old man who had the air of being a retired general, if such a thing is possible, even though Alan was quite sure that was ludicrous, the feeling persisted, and were it not for the mans continued and almost willful slumber he might even have asked.

Biting into the slice of cake, that’s filling was a form of jam Alan had not previously tasted, he got up to see if he could discuss the lay out of the gardens with Lady Celdridges husband, a genial man who had the astonishing ability never to be there when he was needed for anything. This allowed him to fulfill roles on numerous small government comities without the slightest effort on his part. And gave him a reputation within the civil service as a solid dependable man who never rocked the boat.

Rounding a clipped hedge of rhododendron Alan saw standing by a low grey stone bird bath, the most ravishing young

None in the party felt a thing, though they were aware of the death stars prescence above the planet, they had all been assured that it was a reaction by the wider Galactic Empire to some scandal or other within the upper echelons of the federal administration, nothing to concern them immediately. If anything of not did occour, they would surely be able to read about it in the mornings newspaper.

When the shot came it entirely vapourized Alan Gethart and Lady Caldridge, Retired General Mordsley and the antique bird bath upon which the briefly admired beauty rested so ravishingly. Perhaps I t could be considered a humane form of killing, if genocide can ever be humane, to destroy a whole planet in one blow, taking entire families and communities instantly, saving them the heart break of loss or the terror of waiting for their deaths. But genocide is an ugly thing, however fast it is enacted. The Xeno races of Okyto had traveled the stars, in less the auspicious circumstances, essentially trafficked to Terra Prime, only now, so many years later to be whipped out by the wheels of galactic politik larger than their provincial understanding.

OOC: Posting at the request of Unified Sith using Ex-Pats only, considering it like RPing spies, only, spies who have garden parties.

It was so, billions upon billions of innocent people had died in the vaporisation of the planet, clouds of fine mist scattered around the area in the orbit of what was once a massive bustling planet was now gone, the jewel . thankfully congress and the senate had evacuated to Tryian via Stargate, a new goverment was in the process of being set up, as all forces had went to Defcon one.

(not much to say sith you said it all)

Ba’El watched as the Explorer arrived from Thrashia after being diverted from Coruscant to this system. The ship has finally made it to the location of the trial after being used as a decoy from the real transport of the prisoner. Those that chose to take it to the trial would be quickly offloaded so the Explorer could return to service elsewhere. After it left, it seems the Shit hit the fan.

Ba’El contacted Coruscant.

“Lord Vader, I have successfully completed the delivery of the prisoner. He is safely aboard the station and we are ready to return with the data. The passengers have disembarked from the Explorer ship and it has left the system. What are your orders…”

“Sir, I am picking up a series of messages from the Death Star and the planet.”

“Relay everything you pick up to Coruscant.”

“Yes Sir.”

A series of messages was sent between the Death Star and the planet below. The end result was the discharge of the main Super Laser at the planet and its subsequent destruction in a ball of debris with only the warning being sent to the Black Fleet from the Moff in command of the station.

“Alert the Balroggans to raise their shields, and send the signal to the Kylar Anchorage that they may commence their bombardment. Ahhh yes, those ships that so proudly refused to obey our commands. Raise the Inhibitor fields and place this system in quarantine as we promised.”

“Raise Sheilds and stand by. Keep that line open.”

“Yes Sir.”

The Death Star fired at the planet and it disappeared into a ball of pyroclasmic fury. Debris spread out from the location of the planet, now an asteroid field. Ba’El turned back to the camera and addressed his Master again.

“Lord Vader, the Death Star has opened fire. What are your orders?”

A small holographic Vader crackled into existence upon a receriver pad. His arms folded tightly and his fists visibly clenched, Vaders black Obsidian eyes, masked by technology glared up at his apprentice. "Moff Irlish is as clumsy as he is stupid." Vader paused as an advisor, most likely Tarkin whispered into his ear. "But this will go to demonstrate the Empires position on rebellion. You are to take command my apprentice, of the fleet in the Asfaltum system and the entire Imperial operation in the alien Galaxy." A burst of interference rippled the channel. “See to it, that the Fedrals are brought to their knees, I want the heads of their senate in my hands. Do not fail me Ba'el.” The transmission faded, leaving the new apprentice of Darth Vader to contemplate his new found power.

Ba’El sat and thought hard about how he could get the heads of the senate. He could use the 200 Star Destroyers as well as the 800 odd support craft at Asfaltum to force his way but that would not guarantee him ever seeing the senators. They might be destroyed in the battle. He would have to come up with a more subtle way. He would have to sneak there to gather them himself.

The only problem is if he took one’s head, it would alert the others. This was too complicated for Ba’El and his buzzing head. He got something to drink and then thought about it some more. He called up maps of the Federation and of the worlds. He carefully studied them some more and a faint glimmer of an idea came to mind when he found himself staring at one of the data crystals lying next to his computer.

If he could sneak down to the planet, he could enter their minds and make a copy in the crystals. To even use them you would have to be psionic so Force using would not allow anyone to gain access to the contents, the minds within would be safely out of reach of all but a very select few.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to fit with his being. He first needed a way to attract attention without causing a full “at arms”. In the battle texts he hads studied, there has been several times a concentration of forces was used to draw attention away. If he used his new authority to order the Imperial forces to withdraw from Federal space suddenly back to Asfaltum, no doubt attention would follow them straight back to that shrouded system. That would create an opening for Ba’El to slip onto Tyrian.

“Get me the Death Star’s Commander on the horn.”

“yes Sir.”

After a few moments, the face of the Moff Irlish appeared on the holo screen. He seemed to be bothered by the interruption.

“What do you want, I’m busy.”

“I have orders for you.”

“Hahahahahaha! You have orders for me? What gives you the right to tell me to do anything, much less make me obey?”

“Because I just received this message from Coruscant. Check the authentication codes to verify the authenticity.” Ba’El waited a few seconds as Irlish looked off screen. His face paled as an off screen crewmember verified the message. “Now, that that is taken care of, I won’t have to repeat myself again. Listen carefully and do exactly what I tell you.”

“You are to take the Death Star immediately back to the Asfaltum system. The imperial ships in Federation Space will also return to Asfaltum. You will wait there for my next orders. You will do nothing except defend the Asfaltum system. Have I made myself clear?”

Ba’El’s voice was both calm and inhuman. He spoke carefully so there could be no misunderstanding. He did not give Moff Irlish any openings to use so his only choice was to return to Asfaltum.

“Good, execute my orders in three minutes.”

While the ships and the Death Star were recalling their TIE fighters frantically, Ba’El was also preparing for his own mission. He studied maps and schematics of known senators and memorized the data. He gathered enough crystals for his mission and a few extra. He had the gear moved to his Stiletto Shuttle and had the small craft readied for his journey.

The Death Star shortly disappeared into Hyperspace as Imperial presence left the Federation, hopefully causing the distraction he needed. His Battlegroup followed them into FTL.

On the way, a ship was dropped off in a nearby system and the small black craft slit into the Tyrian system, unseen.


OOC:

The forces were recalled to Asfaltum and my RP with TFU will be in the Thread he makes for it. This is all arranged with TFU so please don’t scream at me.

Here is my mission Thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12834724#post12834724

OOC: Placeholder to keep with continuity.

OOC: I can see where this is going to go...Here's an OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12822795#post12822795)

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Meanwhile, in the stark dusk of the void far between any known systems, the ARTSCV-15072, otherwise known as the "Marathon", came to a full stop as a the engines blasted a bright blue 'reverse burst' to halt the momentom of the craft.

Prelate Bru'Husc, the commanding officer of the Marathon, and a Protoss, paced back and forth infront of the H.U.D. screne being holographicaly projected infront of the windows, then paused to take a sip of his steaming brew.

Bru'Husc: Are we clear of them? Are they pursueing us?

Lizasaurian executive officer: Well, I think we both know the answere to that. Though the Gracian ships have always been slower than the intigrated Protoss/Human technology, it will only be a matter of time before they come right behind us, not to mention who ever else will be on top of us once they detect the slipspace-rupture that occured when we came out of hyperspace. What Im more worried about right now is finding out where the smig we are! Thats why we should always save blind jumps as a last resort. It was foolish to...

Bru'Husc: We must not let this technology fall into the hands of the Gracian humans! They are a menace enough as is!

Both of them stood silent, gasing off into the thick black void, speckled with bright pin-pricks of light that shown through triumphantly.

New Gemini defense base, Terra prime asteroid belt orbiting the sun...


The men stood watch, saluting the planet that had just been destroyed, the commander and executive officers stood together , the commander started to speak.

"Men, I'm sorry to do this to you,but these bastards must pay, as you know when you came on duty here, there is a nova missile in the lunch bay, it was for this possible instance, that if Terran prime was destroyed, or the system under heavy attack and no possible survival that we would use this, this is automatic as we have just observed, we are now engaging, executive and senate order one zero alpha omega. do you concur? "

The xo nodded "yes sir" with a sudden turn they both opened secure panels and placed both palms and keys in to slits, they turned the keys and the palms we're read ...


A few moments passed, suddenly defenses from the outer systems and the remaining ships began an attack firing volleys of disruptor's towards the battle moons engines , anti proton rockets, and C fracs flew out from massive batteries flowing towards its target, Atlas slings lunged out massive shells filled with anti matter going at .99c at the moon.

The darkness of space would be no more, a lone missile flowed from the defense stations bays, Launching out with a quick burst it took several moments before the large ship like missile hit the star , suddenly the entire star burst forth in a blaze of luminous fire shock waves upon shock waves of hot radioactive plasma spewed forth as a massive crackling shock wave began to engulf the system, the fools had sealed they're fate by putting faster than light inhibitors, the defense stations on the outer asteroids had engaged they're FTLI as well to keep them trapped there, theshock wave engulfed the system icirating and cracking planets in to fine dust as it did so, it was massive bright light, that could be seen quiet a bit away. the shock wave would be enough to destroy any thing in that system, the stations metal had long been disintegrated and melted..... it was done....

(ahh)