Battle for Coruscant - Heavy Fleet Action

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1) The Sith will canonically win this fight, so keep this in mind while posting.
2) No attempts at super destruction, such as the Holdo Slash, will be permitted.
3) For the purposes of this battle, characters belonging to a faction may use any class of ship possessed by that faction for the duration of this battle only. This means that a level one Sith may, for the purposes of this battle only and never outside of this thread, command a Sith frigate or corvette.
4) The limit for the above rule is that no character may control a ship beyond frigate class - all such ships shall be NPC'd if present at all.
5) Characters from factions other than the main two in this battle, will not be able to use any ship that they do not personally own.
6) If arguments start, please attempt to resolve quickly as this is meant to serve as a suitably grand final battle for this TL.
7) This battle is for ships of frigate class only.
8) Have fun.



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Vincent Deryck didn't know how it had come to this but he did know that this would likely be the end of him here and now, politically speaking at least. The Jedi Order had appeared above Coruscant with their entire battle fleet, ready to engage with their mortal enemies in the void above the capital of the Republic.

Had he a fleet large enough at his disposal, Vincent would have taken the fight to the Jedi himself for daring to show up here, of all places, and hover so menacingly above the capital he had pledged to protect. As it stood, he had the Coruscant Defence Fleet but that was, as the name implied, surrounding the planet itself to make sure that the Jedi weren't able to launch an assault.

Or at least slow down any Jedi assault.

Certainly, the Jedi claimed to be here in the name of peace and they asked and they begged for the Republic to stand beside them against the might of the Sith Empire but Vincent wasn't going to do it.

Not only did he still not fully trust the Jedi but he knew the power of the Sith Empire - he knew that theirs was a power to be feared and obeyed.

But without the forces to strike back, or make any real moves, the Republic had had to go another route entirely and call on their 'allies' in the Sith Empire. They had done exactly what the Jedi had wanted and they had called for the Sith Empire to join the Jedi in waging battle above their most important planet - albeit the Republic would not be joining them in this venture so it wasn't the result the Jedi craved in truth.

If he wasn't forced to resign after this, Vincent would retire - he couldn't take the weight of this role any longer. He stepped forward to address the people of the Republic and the fleet of the Jedi above them as the Sith approached, appearing in the system as he spoke.

"People of the Republic... friends in the Sith Empire... and the Jedi Order, floating above our heads." he spoke from his seated position behind his desk, "I speak to you now as a man who wishes he didn't have to make this address. As a man who would much rather be celebrating our victory over the Cartel with the rest of you. Much rather be welcoming our boys home from far away battlefields."

His frown became more pronounced.

"Today I sit before you as a man who must announce, again, that we are the victims of an attack by enemies of the state." he gestured upwards, "Even as I speak, the Jedi Order holds their positions above the planet of Coruscant and demands that the Sith Empire face them in battle. They claim to not wish to hold the planet to ransom - while floating above me right now is enough armaments to level most of Coruscant should we object. So I say this to our allies and friends within the Sith Empire..."

Vincent's eyes narrowed.

"Your enemies are all arrayed before you here and we beseech you to fight the fight you have courted for so long and win the war that you have been so invested in for so long. End the madness of war and death and be victorious. For the sake of freedom loving sentients Galaxy wide... Force give you speed."

And may the Force be merciful on him for the lies he had told, the deaths he was causing, to continue to hold onto the fragile peace and stability of his government.



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"All forces of the Heavy Formation - ready yourselves!"

The order was spoken in the rough tones of a Zabrak as the Jedi Captain of one of the frigates gripped the sides of his captain's chair tighter in his hand. His voice was firm and unwavering but if anyone looked closely they would be able to see Captain Gekru's hands gripping the arms of his chair tightly.

He wasn't looking forward to this battle but... he had his orders.

"Alright everyone, brass tax and no lies here. We are outnumbered by the Sith frigates by almost triple - we are going to have to swing well above our weight here ladies and gentlemen." he told his crews over their com channel before taking a deep breath, "Pick your targets well."

He nodded to his crew.

"May the Force be with us - Forward!"



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"Imperial Heavy Fleet - halt movement."

The captain of the command frigate that had just arrived in system was a rattataki woman, all but lounging in the captain's chair as the Sith fleet arrived. She smirked as she took in the number of ships that the Jedi had assembled.

A fair number, to be sure, but nothing that would stop her force.

"Heavy assets, we have a chance to crush the workhorses of the Jedi forces quickly and decisively here - their frigates. We outnumber their frigates but I swear to the Imperial majesty herself that if I see any of you acting like numbers will win the day all by themselves?" She scowled, "I'll send you into the void myself. Got that?"

Upon receiving confirmation, she would smirk.

"And it begins - forwards, to battle!"
 

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Miles stood on the bridge of the Angelic a Poseidon class frigate. His Fighters had all ready started to scramble though for now the stayed closed while with in his shield covarge. His ship was limited in firing arc and he wanted his fighters to ensure no brave Jedi got in close to fire a proton torpedo in to his bridge. His escorts, two neptune corvets could not be expected to all ways be there. Still if with the caution shown it was not with out merit. The Jedi where out numbered and in a bad position. But they had great fighterscand pilots of course it would mean nothing once the imperial fleet wiped out the pitiful force ofJedi capital ship.

"Bring the turbo lasers online and maximize forward shields, order Gama squadron to keep our flanks clear."
 

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War never changes. Dennys pondered that fact as he waited for his ship, the Mischance-class Frigate known as the Arcana. It used to be the flagship of the former Exile Warlord Xerek Zesh, before he was killed and his forces subsumed by Darth Evandrus. When given a choice of ships to command, the Sith Master had chosen this particular ship and crew because he knew every part of each had been forged in the fires of battle into a hardened war machine. Even now the officers and soldiers on board followed his orders to the letter, despite the recent change in command. He would respect the care that the ship's previous masters had given, honor their legacy. This would probably be their final battle, after all. It was time to end this.

As the ship dropped out of Hyperspace, he saw his old home of Coruscant sitting behind the assembled fleets already fighting. He'd come out on the flank of the Jedi forces, having hung back a couple minutes just for that reason. "Heh...Kept you waiting, huh?" Dennys said mostly to himself as he gazed at the planet with his uncovered eye, they right hidden behind an eyepatch. When asked what happened to the eye, he would respond that nothing was wrong, he'd just found the patch in the pocket of the suit he was wearing and felt they all deserved to be worn together. His XO glanced at him for a second, the barest hint of a smile on his mouth as he realized how his Captain must be feeling. A small cough from the man brought Dennys back to the fight. It was time for the orders.

"Bring our shields up full, focused forward, and contact the other ships in our battlegroup and start coordinating our attacks. Concentrate fire on their targets, take care of one ship before moving on to the next. Launch the fighters and have them take make a defensive screen around the Arcana. If a ship tries to flee, make them the target priority. No Jedi leaves this fight. Now, do what you do best, I'm counting on all of you." A round of affirmations came from the bridge, his fighters launching from their prepared positions soon after he gave the order. Under his tan trenchcoat he had his crimson lightsaber hidden on his belt with his Guardian holdout blaster next to it. In pockets inside the coat he had two frag grenades and two concussion grenades, though he wondered who would dare try to take him on in his own ship. His face broke into a smile as he saw the first lances of energy streak towards the Jedi fleet. War never changes.
 
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It wasn't so long that after Spencer's rousing success with his mission on Alderaan against the Hutt Cartel, and the Jedi do this? What fools. Are the Jedi trying to get themselves destroyed? Well, it's a good thing Spencer left the Jedi Order, or else he might have been roped up with this foolhardy stunt of theirs. The Republic Chancellor pretty much begged for the Sith to come and rescue them from the Jedi. Well, the Jedi are going to have the battle they want, and for those in orbit above Courscant it will be their last.

The Head Warden and Sith Master was granted command of a Poseidon class Frigate for this battle, in particular the Crusader. A fitting name. When the rest of the heavy fleet came out of hyperspace, the Crusader was among them. Spencer was in the bridge of the vessel in the captain's seat. Spencer hasn't been in the seat of a capital class vessel since the Skyward Sword was stolen and the Jedi Grandmaster of the time was atomized. Spencer was sitting rather cushy, as he looked out the viewport, he could see the Jedi ships in the distance. He's quite surprised the Jedi have amassed a fleet. Too bad it's nothing compared to the Sith fleet. The Sith Master smirked confidently.

Spencer would stand up. "Forward shields to maximum. Deploy our fighters and get weapons ready." The Head Warden would order to the bridge crew, mostly made up of Mon Calamari officers. Shields and weapons are ready. The Imperial starfighters would finish deploying. The The Crusader is moving forward with the rest of the fleet. Once in effective range the Jedi should fold over with the might the Sith are bringing. "Remember, we are fighting for the glory of the Empire, for the Empress, and for a better future." Spencer would then sit down. Ever since the death of his best friend, Spencer has longed for a chance to slaughter Jedi, as it was the Order who murdered Cregan. This chance to destroy their fleet is too good to pass up.

The Sith Master has all his standard equipment on him. Not only are all the ship crew to their stations, ready for the incoming battle, the Crusader also has Imperial marines and Sith Warriors onboard on standby, in case of the need of a boarding action, or the need to repel one if it somehow comes to that. "Stay alert and be ready for anything." One last thing he ordered. The possibility that the Jedi might be trying to pull some sort of trick isn't lost on him.
 

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His arming chamber aboard the Devastator had an expansive view of the damnable Jedi fleet with the sparkling and gaudy glow of Coruscant behind it like the backdrop of some triumphal play. The address from the Supreme Chancellor had not yet come, nor the order from the command frigate to advance, and the War Master was taking his time to gird himself for battle. His armor was in place, matched lightsabers at his hips and his cloak draped about him. His Gauntlet thrummed with familiar power and the Wookiee nodded to himself. He had earlier ceded naval command of this vessel to an officer more skilled in the subtleties of void warfare than himself.

The War Master was more suited to direct action and coordinated with the Commander to execute a masterful boarding action on the command frigate.

He was ready to proceed to the bridge of the Tyr-class frigate, but as he turned away from the viewport Kalladrrl felt a very familiar feeling of glacial cold grip him, but from an unexpected place. He gripped his left hand to his chest as the Wookiee crashed mightily to his knees, a choking gasp ripping itself from him as he braced himself on the chamber floor with his right. His armored form and the crippling icy sensation that gripped him prevented him from fully looking around but the Wookiee turned his head hither and yon wildly like a drunken ass as if looking for that accursed, masked horror to which this unique signature belonged.

“Ohhhrraaarkarrnkaaaaagrrfr?!”

He reached out for anything to hold on to, physically and psychically, and found only more cold. He reached for the bond with Vex, and all he found was ice, and a sense of…bitterness?

What had happened? What had that thing done to her?!

The Wookie’s ears started to ring, blood throbbing within as he lost himself completely, his vision clouding and consciousness leaving him entirely as even the bitterness was suffocated and all he could feel was cold. All thought left him as he felt himself bellowing to no one on the floor.

And for a time, he felt nothing at all.

The cold roused him, duller and far away. And then he felt the hole that had been left and the icy damage done to his spirit by the abrupt suffocation.

The damn ice!

The armored form roared wordlessly, slather spilling from his lips without care as it splattered in his helmet.

Had to get this damn ice out!

The Wookiee heard the buzzing of the commlink, a terse voice that clearly belonged to a seasoned commander speaking of Jedi and Sith. He knew it, but he couldn't place it right now. It was too hard to think through the numbness as he stood in the chamber.

The cold overrode reason and he needed to burn it out.

Two other speakers followed, from Imperial fleet command and from the Commander of the Devastator.

“The time has come, War Master,” came the imperious human female voice. “Which of our plans shall we execute?”

Holographic displays were alight for the Wookiee and he looked at them with wide, unfocused eyes before clearly his selections and furiously beginning to tap.

“War Master? What's wrong?”

After a moment, the War Master spoke.

“I am - altering the plan,” came the response, stilted and lurching, words coming with difficulty, his thoughts so hard to sort and express, distracted as he was by frantically typing with one hand while undoing straps and snaps on his armor.

On the bridge and off the line, the Commander muttered under her breath.

“I pray you don't alter it further.”

“Have our battle group strafe the lead frigate in this arc,” the Wookiee explained further after transmitting his completed plan to the Commander. Words were still hard to form and too much mental energy was expended speaking. “At the closest point…I will deploy to the frigate alone while our ships provide covering fire from the laser cannons.”

“By the throne, they're going to think we're ramming them at this trajectory!” At that, the War Master guffawed once. In a way, they were.

“Deploy one wing of fighters per frigate to keep them occupied,” said the Wookiee, his mouth and voice exhausted and thick.

“A-and after you deploy?”

The War Master scoffed.

“Be smart. Communicate. You're a seasoned commander and you don't need my advice.”

By calculations pulled from his terminal, the Wookiee still had a few minutes to rearm himself in suit more specialized for the environment within which he would be fighting, eschewing armor and weaponry for pure predator tactics. He did anything but think of the frigid lance that had wounded him so, action drowning out the pain. The War Master felt the thrum of life in the ship as it advanced forward, abandoning all of his former armament except the Gauntlet, which just fit inside the suit.

The bulkily clad figure exited the arming chamber as the frigates moved in formation. The fire was coming, the purifying fire that would break his chains. The Wookiee made his way furtively through the interior chambers of the Devastator for one of the starboard boarding tubes that would come closest to the War Master's target.
 

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The Sith Empire was younger than the Jedi Order by an order of magnitude but like the young, fit, Nexu dethroning the ruling older creature, so too was the Sith Empire ready and willing to become the undisputed strongest collective of Force sensitives in the Galaxy.

Following the orders of the Sith and Imperial commanders, the frigates of the Sith fleet soared through the void towards their enemy, shields raised and opening fire on selected targets once they were within range. The Jedi frigates did the same, keeping a close formation so as to keep themselves from being picked off by the more numerous Sith frigates. Heavy and medium lasers lit up the void as frigates on both sides emptied their hanger bays of fighters and bombers and whatever else had made the trip with them.

Already it was becoming clear that the Sith had the advantage, their numbers meaning that they saturated the Jedi frigates with more fire than they could return. Shields flashed and began to fail across the Jedi fleet while few did the same on the side of the Sith.

If this had been all then this would have been bad enough for the Jedi but it was not all.

Arriving from hyperspace behind the Sith frigates, the true might of the Imperial navy made it's entrance, the grand Imperial Star Destroyer 'The Will of the Empress', imposing and intimidating all by it's size alone. With the added firepower of the Star Destroyer, the opening of this battle was clearly swinging in favour of the Sith, with a third of the Jedi heavy fleet taking heavy damage while only a fifth of the Sith fleet could say the same.

Regardless of losses, the ships were now much closer to each other as well, entering into 'knife fighting' range where the Jedi hoped that they would be covered by other Sith ships and so less at risk from the Star Destroyer.


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The War Master savagely hit the controls for the boarding tube’s airlock, tapping to override the terminal’s objections that there was not a ship in boarding distance and allow access into the small chamber. The locator in the suit was active, the propellant and atmosphere were full, and all seals were engaged and intact. The small handheld computer that directed the engine strapped to him was belted to him, as was a computer spike. The Wookiee engaged the commlink to the Commander.

“Make sure to inform the fleet that I have boarded the command frigate,” he said as he held his left hand up to the internal controls of the airlock. “I will reconoitter with the Devastator...after my objective is complete.”

“My lord, with all due respect, that engine doesn’t have enough charge propel you far at all!”

The Wookiee set his jaw before he spoke in a dangerous tone.

“Do not lack faith, Commander.”

The War Master's tone in his bass, distorted language welcomed no argument and the Commander did as she was told, notifying all ships that the War Master would be boarding the lead craft personally and to focus all attention elsewhere.

“Tyr group, intensify fire on these shield generators!” At the Commander’s order and indication, quad-barrel heavy and dual-barrel laser cannons picked targets as the three frigates moved in their formation, targeting the shield generators on the Jedi crafts facing side to open a path for the War Master to strike. The personal propulsion craft displayed the course of the Devastator and the point the War Master had marked at which to deploy, the countdown’s remaining three dozen seconds ticking away, his destination growing closer.

The Wookiee felt the cold inside him and would be as close to alone as he could be with it once he left the vibration of the ship and the lifeforce of the beings that served upon it.

But he would light the fire soon.

Perhaps it would provide the creature, so focused on his task, some insight as to what the future could hold.

The Wookiee let the power of the Force subsume him even as he suppressed his signature within the energy field as the seconds ticked down, and with two seconds until the closest point was reached, he opened the exterior airlock, doors sliding open as atmosphere was vented into the void, the motion of the air carrying the War Master outside of the frigate.

As he moved through the open vacuum that lay between the frigates, the War Master was able to perceive the currents of his motion in the Force, and he manipulated them with one hand, accelerating through the void. He kept a watch on the accelerometer on the EVA engine’s control screen, tapering his acceleration off at two and a half times the force of gravity, his velocity increasing and only reducing the time it would take him to reach the armored skin of the enemy vessel as his velocity continued to rise. His acceleration taken care of, the War Master changed his path to close with the frigate, mere seconds passing as nearly a kilometer was closed by the hulking form, rendered so small against the void ship.

But size did not matter next to the power of the Force.

The seconds passed and the War Master was much closer to the Jedi vessel than the Devastator. He bent the flow of energy around and through him until his velocity was reduced to a level that wouldn't flatten him. He employed a telekinetic spin on his body to aim his feet at the hull, and as his feet touched down on the frigate, the Wookiee's left hand engaged the magnetic boots on his feet, anchoring him to his enemy.

The concentration blocked out most of the icy distortion that radiated from his connection to what had to be the Eternal. It was unlike anything else.

And that meant Vex…

The realization hit him and his eyes unfocused for a moment before it seemed like a veil lifted inside him, restoring some measure his determination and his sense of self.

She wasn't dead, and the bond had not been broken, but all he could perceive with the weakened connection was the Eternal. Perhaps she had supplanted her master.

Perhaps she was the Eternal.

Kalladrrl took a renewed step forward and reached out into the Jedi ship with his perceptions. He could feel fear of countless beings, but he blocked out the sapient, trying to find the mechanical. The thrum of the hyperdrive as it whirred in its housing, the electrostatic action of the ion engines, the thudding as cannons shuddered as they fired…

And the necessary work of a voidcraft, the delicate filtering of stale air into oxygen, chemical bonds being rearranged to keep the crew alive.

His will was set and he began his magnetic trek forward on the ship’s surface, finding a rhythm to stepping that made it easier to walk in the boots. Each step forward took him closer to the life support systems, although they were hidden one layer below the surface. He could feel the structure of it, but without being able to actually see it, he would be unable to affect it.

The War Master would have to breach the ship, and a search of the metallic horizon yielded an airlock that would be a brisk jog from his new target. Kalladrrl advanced, drawing the computer spike into his left hand and inserting it as the Jedi frigate cut its own way through the void.
 

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Tansa stood on the bridge overlooking the platform has the ships got ever closer. The rush it seems was by the Jedi who where trying to hide from the Star Destroyer that had warped in. Tansa did not care, if the jedi wanted to die at the hands of the frigates instead of the star destroyer it mattered not. The Will if the empress moved fired through gaps I the line and Tansa watched a green bolts flash passed him in to a Jedi Frigate.

"focus fire on that Frigate, her shields are down"

The guns of the Angelic moved first with the frigate it self turning to face the Frigate the "Vanguard of Jedha" before his own ship opened up and slammed turbo lasers fire in to the hull of the frigate. Even though she was tough soon her hull started to fail and chunk of the ship where exposed to cold vacuum.


Still it was a fight and not a turkey shoot and the dying Jedi frigate fired back even has the gravity of coursunt grabbed hold and started to pull the frigate down. She was doomed and Tansa had to nod his head at her gunners as they fired long after escape pods started to launch from the crippled ship.
 

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The battle begins, and not very long into it the strength and power of the Sith fleet shows, as the Jedi fleet starts taking heavy damage and the Sith less so. And then the Will of the Empress arrives, fittingly enough to enforce her will. The Star Destroyer is not only the largest and most powerful ship in the galaxy, but effectively a symbol of Sith superiority in the galaxy. None of these Jedi will be able to defeat it. The Jedi frigates shouldn't be around too much longer at this rate, and once that happens their line of battle will crumble, leaving the rest even easier pickings.

The Crusader itself has only been under minor attack, but with reinforced shields towards the front the damage is negated. The Crusader's heavier armament namely the turbolasers focused on firing the lead Frigate. The Crusader's fighter compliment would be going at it with other small craft. With the intent of keeping Jedi fighters and bombers away. The Crusader's array of autoblasters would be focused on any Jedi starfighters and bombers in range as well. The Crusader was keeping towards the port bow of the Star Destroyer, as a good measure to protect that flank along with the rest of the heavy fleets formation while the Star Destroyer could focus on eradicating any Jedi capital vessels with it's armament.

Spencer did get word that the Warmaster himself is going to board the lead frigate. A bold move. What exactly is he up to? In any event, the Crusader will be providing covering fire as well as the vessel's fighter compliment. Spencer could see soon after that one Jedi frigate was already shot down, getting pulled into the planet's via it's gravity well. Hopefully the Courscantis have sought shelter, because heated up debris might be flying their way. Such a folly for the Jedi to endanger civilians like that.

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There was the Star Destroyer. It was a powerful ship to be sure, but it also had the effect of drawing the full attention of the Jedi. Unopposed, that left Dennys and his ship to easily take the flanking position with the enemy fleet. He smiled lightly as they came into position, their weapons having already started firing out at the flanks of the Jedi fleet. Being pummeled from the side and the front would drop their shields quickly, plus the smaller ships and starfighters were being occupied by their counterparts in the Sith Navy. As some of the ships began to break apart, Dennys noticed something coming off of them. Escape pods? No, this wasn't a battle merely to win, it was a battle to eradicate an unnecessary relic of the past.

"Heavy cannons, continue firing in coordination with the others in the battlegroup and with the Star Destroyer. Smaller cannons...Target the escape pods. The Jedi knew what they were getting in to when they came here. All or nothing. Wipe them out, no survivors." A newer crew would have balked or questioned. Not this crew. Xerek Zesh had trained a tough bunch, all of them going about their tasks without hesitation. Dennys' face was bathed in crimson as the viewport showed the lances of fire going out, incinerating the escape pods as the heavier cannons continued as before. If there was any indication that he was committed to the cause, this would be it.
 

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Force Commander Alexi DaNante, a Duke of Serenno and the Knight of the Grand Countess, Empress Andraste, stood in his ceremonial armor with great vibrosword on his back on the bridge of the Star Destroyer. When she had been crowned the Grand Countess he had made a pledge, one that he was glad she had seen fit to allow him to complete by handling this battle in her name. It was his strategy that had closed the ranks of the Jedi forces while keeping his flagship and fleet in a position to minimize damage and losses. The smaller ships, corvettes and gunships, seemed to be having some trouble conforming to the overall strategy, yet that would lead to their losses while the heavier ships thrived. He believed in the Sith Empire, that the strong would thrive and the weak would die. He was proving his strength now, hopefully letting Serenno shine in the eyes of his Empress for his efforts.

The Jedi were flanked, Commander Waszylla's forces having successfully performed that maneuver while the Siths named Ward and Miles had kept the enemy's attention focused away from the other fleet movements. Warmaster Kalladrrl had broken formation and charged the enemy flagship, though that action had only helped their position. Any return fire had been soaked up by the frigates that had moved into defensive positions around the Star Destroyer, leaving the Will of the Empress completely primed and ready to fire. The fleet lay in front of him, the Pulse Wave Cannons charged and ready to fire. All that they were waiting on was his order. Now was the time to show the true might of the Sith Empire.

"Main Cannons...FIRE!!!!"

With a sharp swipe of his arm, the order was given. Their position was prime and as the lances of death erupted from the bow of the Star Destroyer the already weakened shields and hulls of the Jedi fleet were decimated. A full third of the fleet was obliterated from the first shots alone, causing various levels of damage to the surviving ships. The Heavy and Dual Turbolaser batteries opened fire on the surviving ships, not letting any reprieve reach the Jedi fleet. They were trapped, even if they wanted to flee, and their firepower was now so diminished that they couldn't hope to make a dent in the Imperial Fleet before their demise. Duke Alexi gave a sneering smile as he watched the moment the battle had ended. Now they just needed to mop up. All glory to the Empress. With a gesture, he sent a prepared order to his Comms Officer. There was one other thing to prepare for, another fleet movement that would be the real coup de grace for this overlong war. That moment was still to come, tough.
 

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When the Will of the Empress fired it's main weapons, Spencer's eyes widened in amazement and intrigue. The Star Destroyer shown it's chance to show what it can do with it's main guns. It's turbolasers destroyed the temple on Jedha and now it's pulse-wave cannons ripped through a third of the Jedi's ships. As if the Jedi fleet didn't have heavy damage inflicted upon already. If the Jedi were any under illusions they could prevail (which wouldn't come as a shock to Spencer) they would be shattered now. Maybe.

In any event, it's time for this ill-begotten battle to end here. Spencer would stand up from his captain's seat and gesture forward with his left hand. "Alright, time to mop up the rest of this rabble. Keep firing. None of them are to leave this system alive." he ordered. The Crusader's weaponry would keep firing, concentrating primarily on the surviving ships that have already been heavily damaged but not already destroyed, firing in tandem with the Star Destroyer's turbolasers in order to hasten their destruction. Because of the Jedi heavy fleet's capacity as a fighting force has greatly diminished, this is pretty much shooting fish in a barrel. It's time to end this. Once the Warmaster is finished doing his thing and the Jedi fleet is annihilated, this should hasten the end of this war and the Jedi's extinction. For queen and country. For Cregan.

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The battle was clearly won, any fool could see that. The Jedi fought on, not to win but because what could they do. A few jedi corvet though did start to turn maybe trying to flee or shield the frigates from the star destroyer. "Fendar target those corvet Green three five low" the moncalamon weapons officer nodded his head and immediately relayed it to Tatical officers who then gave the gunners there targets. "star destroyer rip there frigates apart we will mask her and make sure no one escapes. Jedi or civlian"
 

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The spike allowed him access and the War Master opened the exterior door of the airlock, clambering down into the small room and reorienting himself quickly to standing on that access, his hand distractedly disengaging his magnetic boots as he pressurized the airlock at the console to the interior of the command frigate. He growled to himself, a bass woofing from his chest as the door slid open to a t-junction. The War Master checked right, then left, then right again and saw no enemies. That was to be expected. No boarding craft had been launched and all hands would be busy at battle stations. He wondered briefly as he walked if the Jedi knew what had just infiltrated their ship and if any of their Council was aboard.

Likely not. Cowards to the last.

His senses bid him left and he could see the door from where he stood. Kalladrrl raised both of his hands, his left foot pointed back to where he came as he stood in the middle of the second intersection. Now was the time to spell doom for these weaklings, these so-called defenders of justice. Pah! What wrongs had they righted, what wrongs could they even begin to set to the way they should be? His left hand manipulated the console at the end of the hall, exposing the life support systems to his fury.

The War Master did not need precision in his next maneuver, and with his other hand he released the full power of a Sith Lord on the undefended system. Flames expanded through the chamber, white hot with his rage for the Jedi and his rage against that abominable creature that yet still had a connection to his spirit. The fire rampaged through the delicate apparatuses, ruining them utterly as the oxygen circulation systems were set alight. The War Master shunted the power of the Force into his body, granting him alacrity that defied his bundled, bulky form as he sprinted for the airlock. He waved at the console to close it, beginning the decompression process to open the exterior airlock, sealing the chamber against his pyrokinetic attack. The ship shuddered as the air was turned to fire, their reserves set to blazing and circulating his destructive attack throughout the ship.

And he felt the death spread, the Force reacting to such a cruel application. There was a wave of Dark Side energy forming and the War Master intended to ride it. The way he saw it, to choices lay ahead of him. But was it really two choices? Or had Vex made both of their choices for them? He seethed as the moment stretched out, summoning the Force to him and feeding it through the Gauntlet in his right hand, amplifying his strength to unheard of levels rivaled only by the Empress and her closest Councilors.

He had been abandoned before, by a woman who had thought he had become a monster, frightened by the lengths he had gone to free them from slavery. If he did as his instincts screamed and shattered the connection that tied him to the Eternal, would he be the same as Nwarrgalla? And yet, their connection had only been weakened, not obliterated on the other end. Had the infernal being that was her master demanded it end entirely and she had resisted, come to some sort of agreement with it?

Kalladrrl distractedly activated his magnetic boots as he was exposed to the void once more and he swore for only him to hear.

"Hrrrngrrra, Veksa!"

He wanted to throw it away. He wanted to rip the bond out and crush it and hope that it hurt her…it...them!...as much as he had been hurt. But damn it, if he did that he would be just as much of a coward as Nwarrgalla had been all those years ago. He would not run anywhere but head on into this, if only to put an end to his questions.

With the Gauntlet’s power, the War Master forced a message through to the Eternal despite the weakening of their bond; his strength in the Force countered that. No one could stop Kalladrrl Danaankarr, Champion of the Empress from claiming his answers.

“We must meet on Korriban!”

His words were separated and deliberate. This was not a request, nor was it a threat. It was a demand. Vex had acted unilaterally to change their lives forever and so by Kalladrrl's reckoning he had some social capital to leverage now.

If nothing else, making a choice seemed to free him from this fog and energize him, and he bounded up to the surface of the frigate, its armament silent. He turned his head this way and that to orient himself before nodding and taking assured, practiced steps along the hull of the ship. Minutes passed as he marched towards the bridge, and even the cold of the Eternal could not pierce the renewed fire in his heart.

Expansive viewports grew with each step, closer and larger until he he had to step carefully onto the metal of the edge to peer inside the bridge.

Destruction ruled the scene and the War Master narrowed his eyes as he assessed his victory, reaching out with the Force to pick up the sound waves within the enclosed space.

“Do you read me, repeat, do you read me? We heard screaming! Report!”

The Wookiee smirked and searched briefly for a communications terminal, holding out his right hand as he typed a message:

Audio communications damaged. Need firefighting assistance ASAP. Move into formation.

He reached out for the ship's flight control with the Force, programming a course that the frigate would take and transmitting data to the other ships of the broken Jedi fleet. He then turned his attention to the command console, where a corpse was surrounded by others and overlooked bridge operations. It took the War Master naught but a few moments of searching before he punched in automated destruct parameters that were a minute longer than the completion time of the course he had set.

These Jedi fools would not suspect the War Master's cunning.

Kalladrrl deactivated the boots and pushed off mightily from the hull of the frigate, becoming a free moving body in the void. He bent the Force around him and used it to steel his body as he willed his acceleration to levels that would be dangerous without the protection his otherworldly acumen granted. Multiple standard forces of gravity were accumulated and he began to shoot away from the lead frigate, and the War Master maintained his impulse, his velocity climbing higher and higher until he was moving away from the Jedi at one hundred meters per second according to readings from the suit’s controls.

The War Master soared through the void until he heard a familiar voice hail him.

“War Master, we’ve picked up the guidance systems in your EVA suit but...this can’t be right... “ The Commander furrowed her brow in consternation.

“It says you’re bearing for our vessel at a velocity that just shouldn’t be possible.”

A deep chuckling, like the very ocean itself crashing on rocks, met the Commander.

“I bid you to have faith, Commander. Have menials prepare my gunship.”

The War Master paused as he slowed and touched down on the surface of the Devastator, clambering into yet another airlock.

“I must depart for Korriban at once.”
 
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Dennys looked over at his Comms officer, the young man having gotten his attention just after the Star Destroyer had decimated the Jedi fleet. It was a communication, the highest of encryption, with the source being from the giant flagship. Motioning for it to be routed to his screen, he raised an eyebrow as he read the orders. The section of space he and his battlegroup was being ordered to and the targeting specifications seemed...odd. Then he realized what was actually going on. Around them, in space, there would be nothing there. But below them, where the targeting coordinates would be...The Senate, and the Chancellor's office. It seemed the strategist knew what he was doing. In one battle the Sith would defeat two enemies. Clever. Of course he would do his own part for the fight.

To their credit, the crew and other ships in the battlegroup didn't question their orders. They floated down to their target coordinates, the area clear of Coruscant Defense Force ships due to other debris falling nearby. Once the targeting coordinates were given, the targets shown on screen, a small murmur went through the crew. For his part, Dennys was a bit nostalgic as he remembered from his young life the places he was seeing. How things could have been so different if the Jedi hadn't been there, or if he hadn't had the Force. The moment passed quickly, though, as he awaited the true endgame to this fight. It would be any minute now. The advent of the Sith was nigh and Dennys would raise a beer to it after the dust had settled.
 

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Alexi's displeasure at seeing the Warmaster leaving the battlefield was balanced by the view of the few battlegroups he had given special orders to taking their position as planned. Everything was now in place, so now it was time to land the final blow...On the Republic. The Jedi were being mopped up, no longer a threat. Even the ones trying to flee would be tracked and destroyed. It was just a matter of time. With a gesture to his Comms officer, Duke DaNante opened a communication channel to the Chancellor. He gave the man the last salute he would probably ever receive. He almost pitied the man, having been put in this position. Almost.

"Chancellor, I bring good news. The battle is ending and we are victorious. However, as I look down upon your previously threatened world, I can't help but think on all the hardships the Republic has gone through in the recent years. How tired are your people of war? How many need to be healed from the flames of battle, how much needs to be rebuilt?" He spread his arms in a welcoming gesture, managing a kind smile on his face. "Take heart, I have been given leave from my benevolent Empress to offer you and your succor. Simply submit to the Sith Empire, join our growing ranks of planets and peoples protected. Become part of our Empire and I swear, on behalf of Beloved Andrasted, we will bring peace and prosperity to all reaches of the Republic."

Oh, how the Chancellor's face turned livid. He sputtered, unable to put words together at the sudden seeming betrayal. Looks like the precautions Alexi had taken would be needed after all. With another gesture some information was sent to the Chancellor's private line, the older man looking off to the side as it reached his console. His face paled as he saw the locations of the ships and the targeting data, knowing that not only was his office being targeted but the Senate as well. Enough major locations of importance would be bombarded before the Defense Fleet could do anything. This kind of tragedy would truly be the end of the Republic. For near a minute it was silent, emotions of all kinds flowing over the Chancellor's face as he calculated different possibilities for his answer. It was a gamble for Alexi as well, as if they had to fight it would be a costly battle. History and survival were balanced on the razor's edge, the barest breeze able to tip it one way or the other.

More seconds passed.

More ships burned.

The Chancellor looked over at a picture on his desk, that of his family on Chandrila. That was the last thought he would need. With a pained look he nodded, seeming to age decades from the motion alone. Alexi smiled, knowing he had also aged just as much from the tension alone. "Splendid! We shall be down soon to work out the details of your annexation. Her Imperial Majesty will be along shortly, she had another Jedi matter to take care of. Expect Commander Waszylla and his men to land first. And do be sure to let the Defense Fleet know not to fire on us. That would certainly be a bad way to start our union." The feed was cut, the orders were given. This would be the last day of the Republic and the first day of a true galaxy-spanning Sith Empire. The time for reminiscing would come later, there was still work to do. For the Glory of Andraste!


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