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Before the Captain could finish the Trandoshan had enough. He knew that the Captain would not be a good fit for Yossk to be in this meeting with so he simply sat back silently and thought. It would be a risky plan, but he would just have to postpone this meeting. "Another time may be better...

Powerslave had lived after her previous battle, her buckled and twisted and punctured frame rebuilt stronger than ever. She still was obviously a Carrack-class Frigate, but she was rebuilt in a way that she had her own style. Her chassis was painted primarily a deep red, with deep black...

The Trandoshans were aboard the station long before the rest of their crew arrived. Their ship was buckled and battered, beaten to hell and back yet still alive. His crew was still around, for the most part. They were quite litterslly screaming too, their reptilian vocal cords howling out as...

The metallic fingers of the Trandoshan's cybernetic arm audibly clacked on his table as he sat in thought. He was silent for a while, his eyes squinting slightly as the young male human walked into the room. This was one being who could be expendable, but it seems the rest of the group was quite...

It had been a rough few months for Yossk, with the kidnapping of his father and his exile from his home planet. The smashing of his prized naval vessel Power Slave had him reeling, along with the temporary loss of his arm and permanent loss of his left eye. The former stump of his left arm had...

With that last punch Power Slave bent and spun, it's hull cracked and punctured by the driver. Her systems were dying at various rates. The warship was not even on its last leg, if death was a clock the time for Power Slave would read 11:59:58. Yet she still held firm. She was battered and...

Powerslave glared at the void with disgust, hungry for more carnage as it swung by its prey and fired off its battery. But that hunger would not last long. A volley of return fire caught the craft as it pulled into a turn to exit its broadside, turbolaser fire clashing across her stern side...

Her roar was heard across the battlefield as she never once stopped firing, her angles always aligned so something could take a shot at an opposing ship. Her frame twisted and turned and plowed on time dart around the void. It seemed she was as much trying to draw as much fire from the pirates...

Division Bell looked towards the opposing capital ships and pointed her prow towards them. Four small streams erupted from her cannons as each turbolaser tracked its mark. It was less of a specific vessel being targeted and more of a covering fire as to draw attention to itself and away from the...

The massive hull of the Division Bell kept on moving forward at its sluggish pace for a moment, before inside something sprang to life. Engines roared, power conduits revived themselves from suspended animation, and Trandoshan pilots rapidly spilled out. Twenty-four Z-95 Headhunters and a...

The Division Bell and the smaller TC-7 Fuel Haulers were mixed in with the massed convoy of freighters hiding in plain sight. All of the Z-95 Headhunters and Cutlass-9 Starfighters aboard the larger bulk carrier were loaded with their Pilots and pre-positioned for take off, yet were powered down...

Sector: Unknown Location: Mid Rim Area Description: Small Patch of Void with a few Asteroids The Dosh fleet was still mostly unified after the Hutts had taken their home. Wandering as a fleet set to save their home from the control of outsiders, they roamed the galaxy acting as a heavy...

His claws raised to his chin as Yossk slowly stroked it deep in thought. It was clear he had access to only a few ships that could pass as a distraction, but the rest would be too obvious for a pirate with a quarter of a brain to attack. A Carrack Cruiser, though it probably would go down to a...

Yossk tilted his head back for a moment and slightly stared upwards in thought. It was clear this company was much poorer than what he thought and so has to readjust his plan. His planet didn't need one time monetary contributions, it needed a stable source of revenue from whatever it could...

Yossk entered the room in full gear, the fur tassles of his helmet gently brushing against the Gundark shoulder cape as he turned his helmet. On one hip was the deep purple-blacks of his vibro-axe, on his other hip was his lightsaber, and along the small of his back rested two blaster pistols...

The Powerslave, the Iron Maiden, and the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son Commenced their bombardment of the Freedom with vigor. All of their batteries were going live that could touch the massive behemoth below them, doing essentially a drive by on the surface below. Guns and hull alike were...

The Powerslave and her two sister ships arced like an arrowhead through the 5th Fleet. The Carracks were fast for their size, and they were ripping right through the corrupted ranks and ripping them a new one. Seventh Son of a Seventh Son was on his port and Iron Maiden was on his starboard...

The Trandoshan leaned back in Powerslaves command seat, his claw lightly scratching his jawline. It seemed that his initial plans were... off. This Hive Mind was stupid, or at least not as intelligent as one Hive Mind would. It was caught off guard, which one would think impossible with all the...

Yossk had accepted orders from a Wookie. A Wookie. If this battle would end up a loss then he might as well die in a blaze of glory than bring that dishonor back to his house. Yet he had listened to the orders, passed from one of the walking pelts to his father down to him. He gathered units...

Yossk let out a warbled laugh as he tilted his head back. This Trandoshan had guts, Yossk could give him that. But he was also a fool. That commander did not know what he was getting into. The young warlord angled his head back down to the microphone as he spoke. His grin was nearly audible as...