The bridge of the Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer The Morgana flashed with streaks of blue as the ship hurtled through hyperspace. Men, women and droids danced across the floors behind the tranisparisteel making sure all was in order and ready for what awaited them on the other side, navigation, communications, weapons teams, damage control, shield monitors, flight control they all had their final tasks to complete. Behind them the rest of the Avillion Royal Fleet flew in formation, the combined might of every ship Exegol had produced for Darth Caelestis, a fleet of eight Resurgent-Class and six Onager-Class Star Destoyers flanked by cruisers and corvettes, it was truly a sight to behold perhaps the single most powerful fleet the Sith had put to war in a hundred years. It was joyous to be apart of it and euphoric to lead it.
Atop the bridge, before the tranisparisteel, stood Darth Caelestis, Sith Lord and King of Avillion. His medium black hair was pulled back behind his ears, his uniform was immaculate, pressed by his groomsman only this morning. His hand rested upon the hilt of his ancient Sith blade, forged Millenia ago for a great Sith Lord, the blade hummed with the energy of the Dark Side. Caelestis stood alone, all those serving aboard the bridge giving the Sith Noble a wide berth as they passed him by. The only person who dares approach him was the ships Captain Avalhorn. "Mi'King, we are about to drop out of hyperspace above Dennon." Artorigas turned to the man and gave him a small nod. "Thank you Avalhorn, set the ship and fleet to action stations." He said in a calm voice, though that calm was not passed to the Captain who immediately turned round and shouted 'Action Stations' those men, women and droids who were moving behind him now shifted into overdrive as the tonoi repeated the command followed by the siren signalling its activation.
Within a few moments of the call, the flashing blue lights disappeared as the ship and all those in the fleet once again appeared in real space above Dennon. The sight of the planet filled most of the starboard side of the screen, even from here Darth Caelestis could see the smouldering fires that littered the planets surface, large pockets of blackened city scape. Straight ahead lay the main collection of the Republic's 7th Fleet, Artorigas and the Avillion Royal Navies commanders had received information surrounding the fleets composition and personnel from those still loyal upon the planets surface and hidden inside the The Republic. This information is what made it clear that he needed to pull the full force of his small navy together to break through this blockade. They had travelled almost a week the planet sat on the wrong side of the Galactic Core to Exegol and Namadii, he hoped it was not to late for those still loyal upon Dennons surface.
"Open a system wide broadcast." He called from the front of the bridge, after a moment the lead communications officer confirmed the broadcast was ready. "Grand Admiral Brum of the seventh Fleet, you have attacked a sovereign holding of the Sith Empire. You have fifteen minutes to retreat from this system before we will unleash the full might of Avillion upon you." He closed the open comm with a hand signal then turned to face the bridge crew. "Deploy all Starfighters. Have Defiance, Warspite, Vanguard, Lancer concentrate there Composite Cannons on the lead ship, let us remove Brum from this war." He said turning back towards the window. "Give him five minutes, lets be polite at least."