Liberation of Corellia

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The Empire’s Iron grip was loosening. For nearly a decade the Sith had ruled over the galaxy without challenge. Their power had been absolute, their authority unquestioned. The Republic had crumbled with terrible ease. It had not been forgotten. Across the galaxy there were those who remained loyal. Those who clung to a better time. Senators, Generals, Soldiers, and Citizens, who yearned for the return of what they loved. They dreamed of freedom. The Empire’s defeat on Korriban emboldened those forgotten fighters. They planned, they plotted, they gathered their strength. When the Jedi Order summoned their might to smash the Empire on Jakku, the forgotten Republic rose up. All those left loyal to the Republic stood tall and threw themselves at the Empire. Their target was not Coruscant but the true jewel of the Core, Corellia. The Jedi offered them what help they could, but it was the souls of the Republic leading the charge.

A massive fleet of a mishmash of ships emerged from hyperspace. There were too many vessels to count. The symbol of the Republic was crudely painted on every single one. The Jedi may have been fighting the Sith on Jakku but this was the battle for the soul of the Core. An elderly human former Republic Admiral had command. He stood now from his command center staring at Corellia growing closer.

The Empire was here, and he knew they would fight till the last man. He issued a simple command to engage as the two fleets came closer and closer. Hundreds of transports rocketed towards the surface. This was more than a battle in the skies. The ground wound need to be retaken. Coronet city would need to be reclaimed. The fighting in the city would be dense and difficult. Before long, the fleets were engaged and the forces were battling on the ground. Coronet city was engulfed in war. Admiral Thielen sent a simple message. “Take back our home.” They would.

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The Admiral's message played within the tac-helm Fexus wore, making it almost seem that he was right there with him in his cockpit. At this point in the fight, it was a source of strength. A beacon for anyone tired, or dis-heartened. The Republic forces here today were fighting for something much deeper than Jakku, so it was important they were in this battle as a whole. While the Order's greatest Jedi hadn't come, some of it's greatest Knights had, which also served to inspire the Republic soldiers. The tide was going to shift, and it was because the Force was with them.

"We are making our approach now, Colonel. I and my fellow Jedi Knights will join you momentarily."

In truth, they had been sent because they could not afford to lose. Each one of them had been asked because of their abilities, and because the more experienced Masters were facing a darker battle of their own on Jakku. It was time for the Knights to prove their mettle. To use every ounce of their knowledge, and their experience, that they had gained from this tragic war. A battle Jedi Knight Fexus Gaidan would win. Even if he had to destroy every Sith on the planet.
 

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"...no, I told you, we're Outlaw Squadron, and we're here to help. Can you stop spewing procedure at me and just put us in the IFF?!"
Triter Zonne gritted his sharp teeth, suppressing a growl of frustration as the Republic officer on the other end of the comm continued to demand information.
"I don't have a military ID code. For kark's sake we're here to help!! You bastards can use all the help you can get with this operation, well, we're here! You want us to just kill Sith, or do we have to fight our way through you to get at them?"
The chatter on the other end grew even more insistent, and Triter let out what he had been holding back, punching a button to disconnect the comm. He cast a look down the connecting tunnel to where a blue-skinned female Rodian, Tisa Apye, sat in the rear cockpit. She looked up at Triter and gave a shrug.
"I'll keep sending them our IFF codes." She said, turning toward a bank of comm and sensor readouts. "They'll either put us in their system, or they won't. Either way, this'll be at least as much fun as Ziost!"
The Amaran space pirate chuckled, shaking his head.
"Nah, it won't be anything like that." He lamented. "That was just us scoundrels. They invited the Jedi and the gods-damned Republic Remnant to this party; all proper protocol and procedure. You'd never catch them ramming a drone barge packed with proton bombs into a Star Destroyer!"
Triter looked around through the canopy of his Bident-class pinnace, a souvenir of his recent adventures. His ship was in the swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace, and around it was a motley collection of other small craft.
They were Outlaw Squadron, the best pilots Triter had been able to find. Admittedly, they were only the best pilots he had been able to find in a single tapcafe near the Verena Starport on Kirima, but it was the best he could do on short notice. They had all seen a holonet news report on the apparent massing of a fleet within jump-range of Corellia, and had rushed back to their various ships, hoping to meet the liberators and join with them in the retaking of a planet so many spacers held in regard. Certainly they were not a very professional-looking bunch; all they had in common was the possession of a combat-capable spacecraft with a working hyperdrive, and a desire to be where the action was.
I missed the final invasion of Ziost. Triter thought to himself. But I'll be spaced if I don't give something to ending this war!
"Triter!" Came Tisa's voice. "Reversion in 10!"
The Amaran gritted his teeth.
"Outlaw Leader to Outlaw Squadron!" He called over the comm. "Weapons hot, look sharp! We're coming out right into the battle!"
At that, hyperspace abruptly vanished, and was replaced by a vista of two opposing space fleets advancing toward one-another. Triter and his squadron were coming down vertically.
"Sith fleet dead ahead!" Called Tisa. "And we're on the IFF network! Targeting computer is up and ready!"
Triter grinned tightly, and flipped the comm to broad spectrum.
"Attention Imperial pilots!" The pirate called. "You now face the Outlaw Squadron, bane of Ziost! Surrender yourselves, or learn what that means!"
 
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Coronet City Docklands
Rhones Retreat, Cantina and Bar

”...with reports coming in now of numerous vessels emerging from hyperspace over…” the grainy news broadcast on the tiny screen in the docklands bar whined.

”...that’s it, go get ‘em lads!’’ one of the Bars regulars, a former Republic Military Veteran shouted. Ace shook his head with a wry smile, it was hardly all that shocking that in a bar named after the former Chancellor one would find it teeming with Republic Veterans and Supporters. The Docklands, a place he had grown up in, was teeming with them, and with tensions rising over the past few weeks - Ace was pretty sure they would be about to reach a boiling point.

”...we have also seen reports that the infamous ‘Triter’ has made orbit…’’

”Go on my son! That’s the spirit!’’ another shout erupted from the back of the room, followed by a chorus of cheers. One of the more flush members of the bars patrons ordered in another round, to even greater cheering. Ace laughed, and left his stool to head for the door. Exchanging a few fleeting words with some of the regulars as he made for the door, he was soon outside and lighting a stim.

”What the frak…’’ he muttered, throwing his match onto the floor as he saw what appeared to be a team of Imperial Pilots making their way under escort to one of the private docking stations. Must be the reinforcements. he thought to himself.

”Hey Eharl,” he said to one of the men outside the bar in Old-Corellian ”That’s not one of ours is it?’’

The man squinted, to take a look at the docks number, and his eyes widened. ”Nah Selba,” he turned back into the bar and opened the door ”Hey, those Imps are stalking around, heading to Joes place to take off!’’ he bellowed inside. Snarls and raised voices met his announcement, and Ace decided to add to the call.

”We can’t let this stand lads, lets ‘ave at ‘em!’’ he shouted, a cheer of agreement coming from inside. He checked in B8-R8 pistol at his side, one which appeared commonplace with the other patrons of the bar, basic, effective, and above all - made on Corellia. Soon, a small posse of Dockworkers, Smugglers and other heavies marched on the collection of Imperial Pilots, blocking their access to the Dock, heavy tools in their hands.

Frak, Ace mumbled to himself, hefting what appeared to be some sort of two handed hammer, here goes nothing. ”Hey, Osk’y!” he shouted at one of the pilots, pointing the hammer at him ”How about you earn those wings eh?’’ he added, to a chorus of jeers from the locals. ”Come on then! Let’s ‘ave it!’’ he screamed, raised the hammer, and charged directly at the collection of Imperial Pilots, one final chant on his lips "FOR CORELLIA!''

OOC: You want some? I’ll give it yer.
 

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Among Triter’s Outlaw Squadron, flying through hypserace was a YG-300 light freighter, belonging to a certain Mon Calamari smuggler...

“Hot damn this is gonna to be fun!”

Rens Ahim said outloud at the cockpit, his hands holding tightly at the controls. Swiftly a female voice spoke through his ship’s intercom, in an slight reprimanding tone.

“Stay focus Rens. It’s not a race.”

“Cmon Deb I’m just so excited, that’s all. The Sith Empire is dying and we going to help kick its ass off Corellia.”

“The wounded beast is cornered yes, but it’s still a beast.”

“Yes, yes sweetheart I get it. Just focus on manning the laser cannon back there okay?”

“Someone has too, with your style of flying.”

Deb Keehad answered back in an teasing tone. Her boyfriend Rens just smiled, reminded why he hooked up with her in the first place. She was a fellow Mon Cal who been fighting as a local insurgent on Sith occupied Vaynai. They met when Rens dropped in supplies for the resistance cell she was a part of, but the Imperial authorities caught wind of their location. They were only ones who made out of that raid alive, escaping on Rens’ freighter and were stuck together ever since.

Anyone that can put with me deserves a medal, especially someone as strong as her. Force knows I drive her crazy with my antics but she seems to find it endearing.

Before Rens could marvel further on his new partner that he was head over heels for, he got the message from Triter that they were coming in hot. Beaming with barely contained excitement, Rens answered back in the comms.

“Copy that Outlaw leader, following your lead.”

Then the squadron swiftly came out of lightspeed and straight into a grandstand view of the fleets about to engage one another. It wasn’t long before Triter, the bane of Ziost boardcast his ultimatum to the Imperials. Snickering in reaction Rens couldn’t help but admire the little guy, even though he had a pretty good guess that the enemy forces won’t give up so easily.
 
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The air already smelled of fire and death. It brought a smile to Boun's face. This was the kinda thing the hunter lived for. Here he was in the middle of what most would consider hell brought forth to reality and Boun had a bounce in his step and a song in his heart as the blasted another Imperial troop into the ground. He looked back to the rag tag group of Republic remnant to see how many were left after the last skirmish. Some poor sucker had taken a blaster to the dome. Boun shook his head, not out of regret, more the more people they lost the harder their objective would be.

Oh he wasn't here out of some bleeding heart sympathy for the republic or a hatred for the Impire (hell their credits were as good as anybody elses). Nope Boun was here to get mutha fraking paid son! The republic remnant were offering him a small fortune to get deep into Sith territory and take out a major weapons depot. He looked again to his "squad" as they recovered.

"Come on ya sorry sacks let's get a move on! Damn Imps aren't gonna blow their own sorry asses up are they!"

He moved on after that with the remnant squad quickly following. They soon came upon the depot. It wasn't to heavily guarded, a couple dozen Imp troops from the looks of things. He looked back to the squad and if they could see through his helmet they may have been surprised by his devious smile.

"Ok you boys wait right here. I'mma go give'em a little surprise hehehe. You boys just be ready to come in and give'em all hell."

Before they could even ask if there was a signal Boun activated his repulsorboots and went zooming off in the direction of the depot. He laughed as he pulled his M83 launcher from his back and took aim. The Imps took notice as the hunter flew ever closer to the depot and began to ready their weapons. He fired a rocket at the depot gatehouse and cackled gleefully as it turned to rubble and debris.

"Heyo boys! Little present from the Republic on the house!"

With that the battle was on and with a quick press of a few buttons on his gauntlet loud metal music began to blare from speakers in his helmet.

 

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The pathetic bastards that had coalesced into a union, with the stability, homogeneity, and cohesion of a pack of intoxicated orphans, were now encroaching upon Kara's doorstep. The Empire, and all the worlds within its domain, no-more belonged to Malon than it did to these rebels, and another being in her position may have chosen to disregard the attack and allow natural selection to take its course—feeding off of whatever was left when the dust settled. The problem with that, however, was that the Empire did belong to Alexi. He had put in the work, amassed the forces, and he deserved it. If they weren't careful, there wouldn't be an Empire left for anyone to rule among the ashes of war that these rebels waged. Because of this Kara stood beside men that she had mentally declared her enemies, barking out orders and demanding loyalty from men that should be turning their weapons on her, because in this time of need each body was pivotal.

She paced now, amongst a battery of turbolasers that were errantly scanning the skies for a lock on one of the invading ships. Above her she could see the Empyreal Class Star Destroyers that had been dispatched to Corellia jockeying across the skies to defend the crowning jewel of the Core from those who would turn her to ash. "Quit waiting for a perfect fekking lock and unload on those fuckers up there. Time is wasting and they have more to lose than we do up there." She had already written all of their sky defenses as lost to the 'Republic' forces. Serving within the Imperial Navy she had been taught the same line, that the Imperial Star Destroyer was the pinnacle of naval dominance, and that there wasn't an armada alive that could break through a properly manned Empyreal Blockade, but she also knew that was complete bullshit. The Destroyers above Corellia were what was left of the fleet after continuous crippling defeats, and their crews were demoralized, overworked, and malnourished. Nothing that floated above Corellia would last this battle, but their assets on the ground might.

Reinforcements had been ferried in when word reached the ground that Corellia may be a target, but by-and-large the forces on the grounds of Corellia had been stationed here for months, awaiting any kind of attack. They were well rested, well trained, and well provisioned. She could, and would, hold off this feeble invasion on the ground with her Stormtroopers. "Ready all ground companies, and armor divisions. Keep them within cover for the time being, until we see where these rebels begin their attack." She spoke, her voice carrying across all Imperial Ground channels, "Rage against every advance they make, and do not budge even an inch. We are the last best hope for this Empire we've built, and for the nature of order. If we fall today, then so too does the Empire. DO not go gentle into that good night." With that she ended her transmission and began scanning the skies herself, watching as rag-tag smugglers and mismatched fighters began swarming into the skies. I've been training for this my whole life. Come test what I'm made of boys.
 
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Kurtis sat on his newly-installed chair in the center of his bridge, his hands resting on the handle of his walking cane standing in front of him. The Empire was falling, anyone with even a sliver of tactical knowledge could see this. It had suffered from the same problem that had led to the fall of the Republic before it: stagnation. Once in power, the Sith immediately started fighting amongst themselves for more and more status and rank until all that was left was Malon and Shae. The last word that the Grand Admiral had received was that someone had infiltrated the Emperor's flagship over Jakku, which if they could do that they had a good chance at slaying the man themselves. People seemed to forget, though, that any government is made up of its people, not its leader, so Malon's death would be just par for the course for the Sith at this rate.


"Admiral, the Republic fleet has begun engaging the Corellian Defense Forces. They are vastly outnumbered by the enemy." The Executive Officer's voice pierced the sphere of holograms and camera feeds that surrounded the command area of the bridge, making it seem like Kurtis was sitting in the center of space itself. In the distance, he could see the firefight starting to happen in orbit around Corellia as lances of light preceding explosions from both sides. Raising a furred hand, he used a specialized controller to focus on this fight and zoom in while having what data they had managed to amass displayed as an overlay. He didn't even need these additions to see that the Defense Force was done for. Hopefully they had at least given the Republic a bloody nose.


“It seems the Empire’s time is done. It’s not hard to see. Still, it’s not our place to just roll over and let them take over. If they want the galaxy, they’ll have to fight for it as we did.” Kurtis’ voice rang out over the bridge, as well as over the comms to the remnants of the Imperial Fleet. All except his own personal fleet, of course, which had a different mission in a few different parts of space. “There’s no reason to hold back. There’s no reinforcements. This is truly our final battle. Let’s give them a baptism of fire.” The words were enough, as there was no amount of heroic inflection that could defeat the sobering reality of their situation. They would be defeated here, but it would not be an easy fight.


It took only a moment for a report to come in that the vanguard of Kurtis’ force had already begun to move in, launching their fighters and charging straight at the enemy’s flank. A common tactic of late, the Admiral had hidden his forces behind one of Corellia’s moons while leaving the Defense Force where it was as bait. Even now the vanguard that was charging was made up of the more bloodthirsty of the officers left, those that had followed the Sith doctrine closer than just the regular rank and file, and it was their philosophy that Kurtis wanted wiped from what was left of the Empire. From behind the moon came the bulk of his forces, led by his flagship, Falaghar’s Fang.


The gigantic Dominator-class Dreadnought, while the pinnacle of current Imperial technology, was still far from the goal Kurtis had in mind when designing it. The name came from a ferocious yet wise creature from an old children’s story that Kurtis had always liked. The ship was over 7,000 meters long and in its current state looked like an incredibly bulky Star Destroyer. The only main differences visible so far were the lack of the typical bridge that the Destroyers had, which was built to sink in to the body of the ship during combat to protect the command crew, and a large cylinder running from the nose of the ship all the way to its engine. For now, a thick shield covered the shaft, yet few knew exactly what that construction served on the ship. On both sides of the dreadnought were an Empyreal-class Star Destroyer, two Avenger-class battlecruisers, and five Leviathan-class Corvettes. Of those ships, only half of the Corvettes were crewed, the other five being slaved to the flagship’s control.


“Main fleet, begin long-range artillery strikes against the enemy. Target the outer edges of the fleet, try to force them to group together. Bring the Legion Buster to full power and prepare escape craft.” As he gave his orders, Kurtis grimaced slightly as he felt the pain in his body. That woman’s shot had gotten him good back then, yet he’d survived and had learned for the incident. Now, all that was left was this battle. By either his hand or the Republic’s, the old guard of the Empire would fall this day. If he had any say, though, Kurtis would make sure that as little innocent life would be lost in the zealous victory of their foe. At the very least he would do what he could to keep their ideals alive, even if they had to be Exiled again just like the first dark jedi had been so many years ago.
 

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"Something's screwy here, Outlaw Leader! This can't be their main force!"
Triter Zonne gritted his teeth, lining up a shot on a Sith starfighter as he skipped across Corellia's upper atmosphere, the nosecones of his twin-hulled pinnace starting to push bow-shocks of flame. The ship's five blaster cannons started up, quickly reducing the enemy ship to a ball of tumbling scrap, quickly burning up as it surrendered to the planet's gravity well. Triter pulled up, climbing back up to rejoin the battle raging overhead.
"Well, whatever's happening, keep your attention on the enemies around you! If something happens, the Republic sensors are better than ours!"
The battle was, indeed, going well. Suspiciously well. The Sith fleet above Corellia were fighting like demons, true enough, but they were not nearly at the level Triter would have expected the last, hardened veterans of the Imperial Navy to be.
"This has to just be the Corellian garrison fleet!" Called Tisa from her recessed cockpit. "These pilots've just spent the war on security duty, they've never fought a battle like this!"
Triter shook his head, falling in behind another snubfighter. Cannon fire lanced out, and the ship tumbled away, not destroyed but certainly crippled. The Amaran pirate winced, shaking his head.
"I think you're right." He gritted his teeth. "Poor bastards, half these guys are probably local conscripts!"
Triter glanced at his sensor readout. The Empire would not leave the defense of a key world like Corellia merely to an under-experienced, under-strength garrison fleet. There was another fleet out there, lurking somewhere.
His eyes widened suddenly.
"That moon!!"
Triter wheeled his little ship, cursing in a dozen languages. He flicked on the comm.
"Attention, Outlaw Squadron! All craft listen up! We've been had! Thrash void for that nearby-"
"Trite! The Republic flank is taking fire!"
Triter had time to swerve as a star cruiser nearby was suddenly split in half by a barrage of turbolaser bolts. Abruptly, ships up and down the flank began taking fire, and the comms were suddenly filled with panicked starship captains announcing their maneuvers. The Amaran watched as a Hammerhead trying to get out of the line of fire rammed a smaller corvette too slow to move out of its way...
Triter growled. Looking toward the suspect moon, he could see the arrowhead shapes of Sith warships emerging from its shadow.
"Outlaw Leader to Outlaw Squadron! Make for that moon! Keep your speed up and move around, we're too small for turbolasers, especially at this range!!"
 

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Rens’ freighter shook in utter viberation by nearby explosions, he only grinned, and swerved to the left. On the top turret, his copilot and girlfriend Deb was firing volley after volley into any Sith fighter within her sights, shouting out curses upon them at the same time. Back in the cockpit Rens checked the shields, they were stable so far, but he knew this was just the beginning of the battle. Yet the Mon Cala smugger felt something was off and thought.

I would think the Sith and their ass kissers would put up more of a fight than this. Guess they’re more screwed up than believed possible.

Just then he and the rest of Outlaw squadron received a message from their leader. He wondered was Triter talking about Rens wondered before a bombardment of turolasers struck the Republic fleet’s flank. The young spacer was left briefly stunned with mouth wide open by the sight of the furious firepower, tearing into allied vessels. Shaking it off, Rens Ahim then spotted the main Imperial fleet’s reveal near the moon.

“Fashionably late huh? Let’s show them some true class.”

He said outloud only for Deb to retort back in the intercom.

“Less talking more flying Rens.”

Grunting a yes the fish faced pilot forward thrusters, following his squadron leader’s lead on the right side of the formation once directed toward the moon.
 
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Stars flew past the bridge view port of the Kandosii-class Dreadnought, the streaking lights of hyperspace always a nauseatingly beautiful sight to behold. Duke Caedryn Vizsla stood rigid, staring out the thick transparisteel, it being the only thing standing between him and the mysterious and deadly void of hyperspace. Deep blue and grey armor, the colors of House Vizsla, covered his body, stripped of the technology that his fellow Mandalorians so depended on. He had something else to rely on, he had the force, something that was a controversial and poorly kept secret among his house. On his belt, next to his signature blaster and longsword hung two new and fine additions to his collection of weapons, a pair of yellow bladed sabers taken from the bodies of dead or unconscious Jedi temple guardians. Looking down from the dazzling display, he held his buy'ce to face him, staring into the T-visor of his ancestral armors helmet, muttering a silent prayer to Kad Ha'rangir, his god of war.

"Five minutes to reversion my liege." A voice called out from one of the bridge's crew. Snapped out of his reverie, the Mandalorian Duke nodded before raising the helmet to his head and sealing himself in its dark and claustrophobic world. "Patch me through to the fleet." Coming to stand before the command holo-board, the advance sensor readouts displaying a confusing mess of sensor signatures. It was hard to tell what might be going on in realspace, massed sensor blobs signifying groups of ships with no real definition. The future was unclear, the Imperial fleet appeared to be massive. But Mandalore would no longer lay passive in the war. A light turned green, signaling that the transmission to the fleet was live.

"Mando'ad, I will give you no grand speeches or claims of the glorious battle to come, such wasteful words died with our Mand'alor on Korriban. All ships, double power to forward deflector shields. We're coming in with weapons hot. The battle is already engaged, and it is time once again for the Children of Mandalore to taste war. Pilots, prepare to launch your Fighters the moment we revert, i want a screen up with forward squadrons ready to intercept incoming hostiles. Bombers will launch and remain in reserve until targets have been prioritized. I want landing barges and assault transports launched and ready to rush the surface, with the 21st Starfighter Wing to run escort. Today we regain our honor, today we reclaim our names as Mandalorians. Oya Mandalore!" With a salute, the communications were cut.

Clasping his hands behind his back to disguise the shaking, Caedryn desperately wished for a drink, his mouth dry from his "speech". There was no time for that however, and he needed his wits about him as the countdown to reversion ticked away. The bridge was silent but for the sounds of holo-displays beeping readouts and the hum of shields and weapons coming online. "I want accurate sensor readouts on the battle the second we revert." The command to nobody in particular was quickly answered by the sensor officer, an armored warrior wearing the white and grey of Clan Wren. "Aye sir!" With a nod, the Duke turned his attention back to the tactical holo, his eyes transfixed on the massive red sensor blob. The Imperial fleet was surely massive, the Mandalorians would only have the element of surprise for a moment. "Gunners, target the closest Star Destroyer the moment we revert, turn it to slag." Releasing the transmit button as his commands were carried to every ship in the fleet.

Looking up at the timer, his eyes narrowed as the numbers entered the single digits. 3... 2... 1... The stars stretched and then shrunk as the Mandalorian fleet came out of hyperspace. He had called in every favor, tapped every resource of House Vizsla, leaned on his relation to the now dead Mand'alor to assemble the host. Four Kandosii-class Dreadnoughts, each an even match with one of the Empire's Star Destroyers. Eight U-class Frigates, a pair flanking each Kandosii, with twelve Rigid-class Corvettes bringing up the rear. Starfighters and bombers swarmed out of the warships hangars. It was an impressive fleet, but it didn't stop fear from striking Caedryn's heart as his eyes widened at what appeared before him.

The Empire's fleet wasn't large, in fact the support fleet was quite small. But that wasn't what struck him. The flagship, an enormous behemoth spanning over 7000 meters from the readouts, was firing on the Republic remnant fleet from artillery range. His knuckles turned white under his gloves as he clenched the railing around the tactical board. He was frozen, staring out the observation window. Thankfully the crews of the fleets weren't as struck by fear, or at least their orders overrode the shock of the Empire's might before them. A swathe of turbolaser and missile fire streaked out across the void to intercept one of the Empyreal Star Destroyers flanking the behemoth, the Mandalorian fleet coming out of hyperspace on the ships flank, the Imperial fleet coming between the Mandalorians and Corellia's moon.

Shaking away his fear, Caedryn began a system wide transmission. "Attention Republic forces, this is Duke Caedryn Vizsla of the Mandalorian Dominion. Today you will witness the might of Mandalore. Today, the Empire dies." A bold statement. But one he was determined to make truth. Cutting off the system wide transmission, he tuned his comms back to the Mandalorian fleet. "Belay the landing parties. We will cut a path through the Imperial escort. Vod... Prepare boarding parties." A wicked grin spread across his face, a greedy glint in his eye.


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The arrival of the Mandalorian fleet was a surprise, though in the end one that he should have seen coming with how the Dominion had been behaving since their last leader had been declared, then summarily killed after a time of inaction, it was no surprise that they would be trying to find what glory that they could from the dying Empire. Kurtis watched as the life boats began to flee from the Star Destroyer to his right, the focus of the Alpha Strike from the new enemy fleet. He didn’t really care about the loss of the ship, he was more concerned that the officers and crew aboard were able to get to safety as best as possible. It had been a good thing he’d ordered the escape prepared ahead of time.


It didn’t even take an order for the fleet to start turning to face this new threat. A half turn wouldn’t take long, considering their current pace of movement in the first place, and in short order they were already returning fire on the Mandalorians. “Use a full Ion barrage on the enemy Capitol ships. Position the bow at the center of their fleet. Their bravery deserves a reward, the fiery glory they seek on the battlefield. Prepare all torpedo and missile silos to deploy after the Legion Buster has fired, as well as to launch all fighter craft.” The remaining ships began to fire their Ion weaponry at the new fleet, aiming to take down their shielding as much as possible. It was like a rain of blue lightning, streaking through the darkness of space towards the approaching ships.


“Sir, the Legion Buster is fully charged and we are in optimum range and angle!” This was the message Grand Admiral Kurtis had been waiting for, perhaps the only time he’d be able to show the full power of his ship before it’s inevitable destruction. If his enemies wanted glory they would have to pay the price in blood and despair. “Open the central Cannon. Begin the countdown to fire!” With a wince he stood up, his cane supporting him as the green glow began to appear in the newly opened central shaft on the dreadnought.


“10! 9! 8!”


“Angle of fire adjusted! Compensating for enemy fleet movements!”


“7! 6! 5!”


“Missile silos prepared and fighters ready to launch!”


“4! 3! 2! 1!!”




Kurtis crossed his chest with his right arm, clenching his fist as he stared at his display. “Legion Buster Cannon…” With a violent motion he threw his arm to his right side, eyes blazing with determination. “FIRE!!!” What followed was a torrent of green laser pouring from the bow of his ship. The deluge of energy lasted nearly a full five seconds, traveling at a surprisingly fast pace towards the enemy fleet. Any ship that was even close to this beam would have taken hull damage from its power, any shielding being eaten away quickly from the onslaught. If it caught a ship on a direct hit it would just bore through it completely. It was a powerful weapon, one not seen in fleet warfare before, yet already he was seeing the drawbacks of the weapon.


All weaponry on the dreadnought, besides the missile silos, were completely inactive as the reactor needed to recharge itself after the firing of the Legion Buster. Only basic systems were available while Kurtis waited, though fortunately one of those systems was shielding. He could only wait as the seconds rolled by until they could start firing their other guns again, though the streaks of missiles and torpedos from his fleet was a welcome sight during this time. The point was to keep his enemy preoccupied while their time of vulnerability passed, hoping that they would be more concerned with checking their ships for damage than moving in for an attack. While not obvious on the screen yet he also knew that his starfighters had also been launched from his hangar bays, providing a screen of protection from smaller ships that his larger cannons couldn’t hit easily. His next strategy wouldn’t be able to start until the dreadnought was able to fire again, meaning for now he had to wait and see how his enemies reacted.

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Ironic, that was what this was. Donar did not know whether to laugh or grit his teeth at how events had unfolded. The hands of the doctor gripped the handrails of the bridge tightly. The cleaver class frigate was appropriately named Triskele. The blue tunnels of hyperspace was not occupied by only Donar ship but there were four more frigates and twice as many snapper class corvettes as escorts. They were coming from a different vector than the majority of the Dominion's fleet. He had been informed there more ships coming to aid at the Duke's request.

That's right...I'm a Duke now... It was then that he realized that the bridge was silent save for the occasional confirmation of system status updates. He had much to think about in route. He had been the Senator of Corsin, the Vice Chancellor and Speaker for the Senate. Now he was Duke of House Skirata and joining the fray alongside his comrades of the Dominion. Donar was angry, he gritted his teeth and glared from his helmeted visor out into streaks beyond the viewport. He had tried rallying the republic from its collapse before and now they wanted to be part of the finally strike when it was inevitable. They did not deserve a seat at this table. They did not join with the Dominion, they did not merge with the Jedi. No they chose to pick and choose when the symbol of the republic was something to rally for. He hated that, it was either all or nothing for him. Where were they when there were republic troops making their last stands. Where were they when families were being ripped apart. Donar Skirata was not a member of the republic anymore, that government was dead to him. He had given enough for the republic and he had mourned his comrades he had lost. The present remnants were just a mockery of the old republic and dishonor the men and women that died defending it five years ago.

Taking a deep breath the doctor relaxed his grip and straightened himself. "<Five minutes to arrival doctor.>" one of the control officers notified him. He had insisted he continue being called doctor despite his new status. He wasn't used to 'duke' or 'lord' or 'liege', not yet. He patched himself in throughout the flotilla under his command. When he spoke he spoke in the concordian dialect of mando'a "<Attention warriors, this is Duke Donar Skirata."> He gave a pause before continuing. "<Duke Caedryn oh House Vizsla has probably already arrived and in engaging the enemy. We'll be arriving shortly to reinforce him. I've personally witnessed your successes in the past and I am proud to fight along side you. Let's do our ancestor's proud and smash these Imperial dogs into oblivion."> That was the end of the general announcement. The departments and divisions of the ship knew how to prepare. There was no telling exactly how it would look when they exited hyperspace.

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Everyone in Donar's flottilla that was near a view port was close enough to see the void over Corellia fill with a green light. The orange livery on the various ships were turned into a sickly emerald color and Donar blinked as he saw the energy that came out of the dreadnought. Beyond he saw the mandalorian fleet with their Kandoshii class dreadnought captained no doubt by Caedryn. The Triskele's crew was already connecting to the present Dominion's forces for communication cohesion. This was going to be a bloody fight filled with fire and death. Donar wouldn't have it any other way. He waited as the crew found firing solutions and made sure to lead and track necessary targets before giving the calm order. "<Open fire>" Turbo laser fire from all the capital craft he had brought with him had a firing solution. The doctor clenched both fists at his sides in anticipation as the bright ordnance filled the blackness of space. He whispered only two words loud enough for only himself to hear. "Oya manda."

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Triter's knuckles were white beneath his fur as he clutched the controls of his tiny ship, weaving back and forth in what he hoped was a random enough pattern to shake off the gunners on the Imperial ships. Turbolaser bolts streaked by, and Outlaw Squadron collectively jinked and weaved to avoid them, targeted as they were at the Republic line of battle behind them.
"Almost there... almost there!!" He muttered to himself. "C'mon... you Imperial nek-pups! Smile!"
"Uh, Triter?"
"Tisa, brace for hard maneuvers!"
"Triter, something's not right! I'm getting a massive energy buildup in that dreadnaught at the center!"
Triter abruptly looked back at Tisa.
"What do you-"
The Amaran pilot was suddenly lit from behind, silhouetted against green light. Inside the cockpit, warning lights flashed and alarms began to blare. Tisa, in her own cockpit, shielded herself against a shower of sparks from her console. Triter himself lurched, feeling the acceleration of the ship drop suddenly.
"Oh Kark!!"
Triter immediately swung back to his control panel, which was lit up like a Life Day tree with warnings and errors. Cursing, he began to start shutting down and re-initializing systems, tossing burnt-out fuses over his shoulder and digging new ones out of a bag beside his pilot seat.
"What in the Seven Hells hit us?!"
Tisa, the Rodian portraying uncharacteristic panic, was doing much the same as Triter, replacing fuses and cursing at her equipment. Thin smoke from burnt-out components filled the cockpit.
"Nothing karking well hit us!!" She replied. "That dreadnaught fired something big, and we were just grazed by it! Looked like a damned big turbolaser, or something..."
Triter growled, slamming a replacement C-board into his console and slamming the cover back down; control readouts and the targeting computer flickered back to life, and the pirate offered prayers of thanks to every spacer god he could remember.
"What kind of ship carries a gun that big?! Even a dreadnaught couldn't pump that much juice, not constantly!"
"Well, gun that size, they wouldn't need more than one shot every little while... judging by what we got, that thing could erase a capital ship!"
Triter gritted his teeth, looking out of the cockpit of his stricken craft to see starfighters boiling out of the Sith dreadnaught. He cursed again.
"What say you we keep it from firing again?"
 

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”Argh!’’ an incoherent snarl rose from Ace’ lips as he drove the work tool into the stomach of another trooper, its flight suit holding up against the blunt force of the trauma, but the impact driving him to his knees anyway. Quickly, Ace finished the man off with a blaster shot to the neck - it was a messy affair. He looked around, watching as the last of the outnumbered troops threw down their weapons, or had them snatch away just as fast. Dozens of his fellow bar patrons had died, or lay close to it on the ground.

”Let’s get these fellas bound.’’ one of the men shouted, in the fighting he had stood strong - somewhat marking him out as the ‘second in command’ of their merry group of misfits. Ace nodded, moving quickly to the hanger doors, and as a group they swung them open to reveal the rooms contents. A collection of droids sat idle, around the usual imperial vessels; none of which any of them could access without extracting the codes from the pilots outside.

Spying a tarp in the far corner, covering a brace of three misshapen objects, Ace gestured to a few of the others, the ‘Second in Command’ follow him quickly, a snatched up Imperial Pistol in his hand as they yanked down the tarps. Underneath three AEON-Class Starfighters, must have been nearly ten years old each, rested. Dust had gathered on their frames, but a smile cracked over Aces face.

”Get these things into shape, looks like we can do more than brawl after all!’’ he laughed, as the group had the vessels placed into position, the almighty roar of the ‘Legion Buster’ shattering the sky over them as they finished getting the ships ready. ”Well,’’ Ace began, as he scurried up the side of the fighter, yanked open the rusted cockpit hatch and jumped into the musty seat ”Here goes nothing.’’ he laughed, placing the old, slightly mouldy republic helmet onto his head, and giving a thumbs up to the ‘ground crew’ (little more than some drink sodden bar patrons), and checked his wingmates.

”I cannot believe we are doing this.’’ his newfound friend stated down the comms, waving at Ace from the ship to his right. ”You’re mental mate.’’ the ship pilot to his left laughed. Ace just snorted back, and thumbed the controls, the ship practically wheezing into life, a vast plume of smoke kicking out of its engines - but starting all the same.

Shakily, the three ships rose into the air. ”On my right, you’re….’’ he stopped, and looked at the side of the ships ”Red Two, left, Red Three, and me….’’ he was cut off ”Red One?’’ Ace and the other pilot laughed down the comms as the three ships took to the sky, and made all due haste to the fight above. Punching through the atmosphere, they emerged into a scene of chaos.

A vast Imperial Ship was recharging, a Mandalorian Fleet had arrived, and then Outlaw Squadron was weathering the heat at its core. ”Alright Red Squadron…” he shouted, slamming the ship into full speed and making his way for the Legion Buster vessel ”...let’s make a way for the...the….urm, that big bloody thing there.’’ he said, lost for words as the ship dominated his view. He could see the larger fleets of the Mandalorians and others engaged in a battle that would be told for centuries to come, but with his fighter, he and the rest of the impromtually formed ‘Red Squadron’ would do their best.

”Fly low, fly fast, and take out any fighters and weapon stations you can see on that thing.’’ he added, as the squad dropped into an arrow-head formation (roughly) and made progress to the ship. ”Mandalorian Fleet, Outlaw Squadron, this is ‘Red Squadron’, if you could try not to shoot us, that would be brilliant.’’ Ace send over a wide comms ”Inspired, Boss.’’ his second replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Well, we try.''

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Kae'Tl stood at the bridge of the KPDY Man O' War-Class Star Destroyer, hyperspace only a moment away. The Kjlljk Protectorate had remained neutral in this whole galactic war since it had begun, however today a side needed to be chosen. And it was, the obvious choice was to take the side of the Protectorate's allies, and that is exactly what they had done. The Sith were s menace in the Galaxy, and Kae'Tl and the rest of the Galaxy knew it. After today, however, that menace would be no more, and the Protectorate would not simply sit by and watch as others did the fighting for them.

"Grand Councillor, ten seconds till hyperspace." A bridge officer announced.

"Very good, take us out." Kae'Tl replied, thinking of what may lie on the other side of this jump.

The journey through hyperspace may have been beautiful, if Kae'Tl's mind had not been preoccupied on the ensuing battle that now lay only minutes away.

"Coming out in five! Enemy ships are engaging friendlies! There's something wrong Here! Something massive is floating above the planet!" One of the bridge crew was yelling, his voice showing a slight tinge of panic.

As the stars slowed, and the full battlefield came into view, the Protectorate had come just in time to watch the massive ship, four times the size of a star destroyer, fill nearly all of the empty space in front of it with a heavy green beam. The Protectorate's view from far above the Imperial ships was unobstructed, and allowed them to view the entire destructive event.

Kae'Tl's eyes widened,"My god..." she whispered to herself. The destruction in front of the ship was undeniable. "Signal the entire fleet focus fire on that beast, loose the Wasps and clear a direct channel to that thing!" The entirety of the Protectorate fleet would soon be firing upon the beast, and it's surrounding ships.

Meanwhile hails were sent to the Mandalorian fleet, and other friendlies, announcing the Protectorate's arrival.


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“WHAT THE KRIFF?”

Rens cried out as a massive green energy surged close by, causing his ship’s systems to go wild, alarms sounding out, repeatedly and knocked his focus off course. The freighter violently lurched to the left before Rens steered back into the control. He shut down systems and restarted it while calling back to Deb.

“You alive back there sweetheart?”

“Ugh...more or less. Damn where that shot came from?”

Looking out through the viewpoint at the dreadnoguht nearby, it only took the smuggler a few seconds for it all to register.

“Ancestors preserve us, it was the big ship!”

“The bastards just can’t die without to giving us all one last nasty surprise! Typical.”

Ignoring his girlfriend/gunner’s complaint, Rens Ahim busy himself with getting the ship, the Phoniex back in the fight. Engines activated and Rens regrouped with Triter. He hoped the boss had a plan, but then more friendly reinforcements started to arrive from different directions. Guess everyone wanted in on the Imperial beatdown, Rens thought but that ‘special weapon’ made things more interesting than originally thought. Deb at the top turret fired away short barrages at the Sith fighters swarming on their position, forcing Rens to take evasive action.
 

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A smile broke Caedryn's face as the shields of the Empyreal-class Star Destroyer targeted by the fleets initial strike began to fail. Explosions ripped its surface and it began to list, sensor readouts indicating escape pods firing as the ship began to break apart and fall towards the moon, no longer able to resist its gravity well without power to its engine. "Enemy fleet coming about sir, we're detecting a massive energy surge from the Dreadnought!" A green glow had begun to emerge from the bow of the enemy ship as it turned to face the fleet of House Vizla. "Take evasive action! Hard to port!" Caedryn's ship, the Akaan Calyarnr, began to bank, its engines firing to propel the sluggish destroyer as swiftly as they would allow. The entire fleet followed suit.

And then Caedryn's world exploded into a flash of overwhelming green light. Caedryn braced for imminent death as the the bridge was filled with its green glow filtering in through the observation window. The ship rocked, and alarms blared, but they seemed to still be alive. "Damage report!" Snapping as he recovered from the shockwave that had rocked the ship. "Shields are down to fifty percent sir! Seventy five percent of the starboard turbolaser batteries have been fried. Starboard and aft armor are damaged but holding... The Karyatesa... its gone sir, along with the Ca Su'arnr and the Ragr." Eyes widening, Caedryn scanned the tactical readout, which showed only debris in the space where the Karyatesa had been. Likewise the wrecked hulls of the Ca Su'arnr and the Ragr floated amidst the wreckage, their systems devastated by the shock wave. "Order the remaining battleships of 4th battle group to fall back behind the wreckage and begin search and rescue operations while they begin repairs, attach a picket squadron, ." The remaining U and Rigid class ships had sustained heavy damage from the superweapons shock wave as well, and would be better served rescuing any survivors. "Have the surviving starfighters of the 4th attach to our fighter wing, barring any with serious damage, they will surely wish for vengeance."

"Sir, the enemy Dreadnought seems to have gone into low power mode, shields are still up but its turbolaser batteries went dark." The Dreadnoughts main cannon must have drained the ships power drastically, though for how long Caedryn dreaded to know. But with the main cannon and turbolaser batteries down for the moment, the time to strike was now. "Stagger the fleet and begin closing with the enemy! We can't handle firepower of that magnitude at this range!" It was risky, spreading the fleet thin would leave them vulnerable to enemy fire, but would mitigate the damage done if the Dreadnoughts main cannon fired again, and if they closed quick enough they might even deprive the ship of its opportunity to fire again. "Sir, two fleets just came out of hyperspace, Duke Skirata has already begun to connect our communication systems, and the other fleet is hailing us, claiming they are from the Kilijik Protectorate." "Patch me through to Duke Skirata first, and then the Protectorate fleet."

The fleet began to close with the Imperials, spreading thin across the black void, their shields bearing the brunt of the Imperial fleets opening volley, which was weakened by the lack of fire from the command Dreadnought. Caedryn began to swipe his fingers against the tactical holo, issuing orders which would be transmitted by his communications officer while he spoke to his fellow Duke. "Greetings Duke Skirata! You're timing is impeccable as always, just in time to help us mop up this rabble!" Issuing commands as he spoke, the fleet would begin its maneuvers, focusing on clearing a path for assault teams to board the Dreadnought. The Mandalorian Corvettes split their fire, ion cannons targeting the remaining Empyreal, battering its shields to weaken them for a bombing run while their turbolasers focused fire on the opposing corvettes. The U-class missile frigates opened fire, Ion torpedoes streaking out across the black of space towards the Dreadnought, turbolasers and missiles also focusing the corvettes. With the corvettes under heavy fire they would be hard pressed to carry out anti starfighter duties. "Help us clear a path to that behemoth Donar, Its too large to destroy from the outside. The Imperial Avenger Battlecruisers are yours to destroy." With Skirata focusing the Avengers, that freed up his three remaining Kandosii to batter the Dreadnought and Corvettes, splitting their fire between the two.

The communications officers worked furiously even as the ship rocked under the Imperial assault. Lines of communication were established to the allied forces of the Kilijik Protectorate, Outlaw Squadron and Red Squadron, who would receive the same battle plans as the Mandalorian fleet was. The Akaan Calyarnr's Starfighter wing, along with the remnant of Karyatesa's would begin to clear a path for boarding craft to approach the Dreadnought. The 2nd wing would screen two bomber squadrons of the fleet as they launched a bombing run on the Empyreal, while the 3rd maintained the fleets protective screen. Another two bomber squadrons would be held in reserve. "Talia darling, i know how much you love blowing things... up, which is why i got you a gift." Speaking over a private line to the fearsome warrior and one time Mand'alor, his heart sank at the thought of her risking her life, but he knew she wouldn't have it any other way. "I need you to board that Dreadnought, take our best troops and destroy that abomination."

Turning his attention back to the battle, streaks of fire and death criss-crossing the slowly closing void, he muttered another silent prayer to Ha'rangir before opening comms to the other allied forces. "Kilijik Protectorate, Outlaw Squadron, Red Squadron. This is Duke Caedryn Vizsla speaking, i've transmitted our battle plans to you, cut a path so our boarding vessels can reach the Dreadnought. We'll handle the rest." The ship rocked again, harder than the previous impacts. "Sir, shields failing fast, down to thirty percent!" The shields wouldn't last long. And although the Akaan Calyarnr's armor was thick, it wouldn't last forever. "Prepare lifeboats and transports for launch, Ha'rangir willing they won't be necesary." The battle was at full pitch, but they still had a long ways to go.


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As the second and third enemy fleets arrived, Kurtis felt his blood boil. Not with hatred or rage of any kind but with excitement. THIS was what he had waited for this entire war, to fight foes that he could finally test himself on. It was a pity that the outcome was already decided, as he knew that even if he defeated the Mandalorians and the Kilijik the Republic fleet was large enough to finish him off, but as promised he would give them all a difficult path to tread to that future. As the systems restored themselves after the few seconds needed after firing the Legion Buster, his Turbolasers began to fire out again at the approaching ships. "It looks like we have their full attention. Shift the Fang into Attack Mode, focus all remaining shields to the fore. Once deployed, focus all fire on the enemy capitol ships from the second Mandalorian fleet. They need a warm welcome to this festival of carnage." Orders rang out as the ship changed, it's bulky outer layer moving away from a more standard looking dagger-shaped hull that it had been protecting moments before. Two arms in the back extended this outer hull, already covered in weaponry, to reveal a set of the same firepower underneath. Once revealed the full ordinance of the ship would begin firing on the newly arrived Mandalorian fleet, ion fire preceding the turbolasers and heavy turbolasers. The dreadnought was the size of three Star Destroyers and it had the armaments of three Star Destroyers, all focused on the newcomer's ships.

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  • Fifty (50) Turbolaser Cannons
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  • Twenty (20) Ion Cannons

"Sir, we have another fleet dropping in from hyperspace!" Even Kurtis was surprised at this, who else was left to fight him? It took only a moment to recognize the ships, though, and yet his surprise grew even more as he beheld one Empyreal Star Destroyer, three more Avenger Battlecruisers, and four more Corvettes. It was the Ziost defense force! Who had commanded them to reinforce him, though? "It looks like you could use some support, young man." The voice of an elderly man preceded a holographic transmission, the vision that of a human at least in his late 80's standing as straight as he could on his bridge. "Admiral Harlowe! You retired years ago, why are you here now? The Empire is done, you don't have to go down with it." The old man laughed, shaking his head. "No, it's not my place to die of old age in my sleep. I served with the Sacred Band of Ziost since I was a young man and I'll be damned if I don't die in it's service as well. Luckily the years have yet to rob me of my mental faculties as they have my strength. Now, command us, Grand Admiral. For whatever is left of it, the Empire is at your command!"

With a sigh, Kurtis took a moment to look around. So much fire, so much carnage, everyone on both sides giving everything they had to this final fight over Corellia. He smiled before nodding, gesturing towards his tactical officer to begin relaying his imminent commands. "Ziost Fleet, attack the Kilijik forces! Keep them occupied for as long as you can. Corvettes, begin maneuver Pelora's Gamble! Target the Mandalorian Capitol Ships! All Imperial forces, rain hell upon our foes!" A notification appeared on his holographic projection of the battle, the identity of the leader of the enemy fleet having just been discovered. A few pieces fell into place as he guessed at the reason for Duke Viszla's sudden appearance on the battlefield. The Mandalorians needed a new leader and the only way to that title was through glory and battle. "Patch a communication through to Duke Viszla." It took only moments, which were used to continue moving the ship into attack mode and to line up the corvettes with their targets and to put their remaining shields full to the front.

"Duke Caedryn Viszla, my name is Grand Admiral Kurtis DuValle. Welcome to the end of the Empire. I've always respected the Mandalorian Dominion far more than the Republic and under better circumstances I would have liked to have tested myself against your forces on a more equal playing field. If you have come seeking blood and glory then I offer it to you in spades. Come, your Grace, let us have a battle that the galaxy will never forget. Perhaps we may even be able to meet face to face, if the fates so choose. Show me the pride and power of the Mandalorians and I will show you the fire and conviction of the true Imperial Navy. Good hunting, your Grace." The transmission would end only when the Duke finished his response or just ended it without saying anything. Either way, Kurtis had said his piece. Part of him even hoped that Caedryn tried to board his ship. While painful, he had been playing his injuries up a lot more than what he actually felt and would still be capable of close combat if needed. His two lightsabers at his belt would be his weapons if it came to that.

Pelora's Gamble was a refinement of the tactic the late Jedi Grandmaster had used against Kurtis at Ziost. A total of ten corvettes, five of them were unmanned and filled to the brim with explosive ordnance. These unmanned corvettes would target their capitol ships of the enemy and advance to ramming speed, their ordnance set to explode once they hit their targets. The manned corvettes would do the same, only at the last second they would veer just along the side of the enemy's hull to fire their weapons at the rear of the ship, hopefully into an unprotected engine block. All of their shields had taken heavy damage up to this point so when the manned corvettes finished their maneuver they would be sitting ducks for any attacks, most likely being destroyed shortly afterwards. With the unmanned ships ramming their targets, though, then being fired upon in the rear by the surviving corvettes, the capitol ships would hopefully be either destroyed or disabled. Their targets included the surviving dreadnoughts from Duke Viszla's fleet and the two largest ships from the Kilijik fleet. The latter would hopefully be preoccupied with fighting the Ziost fleet, though Kurtis had little information on how they fought so it very much was a gamble.

Streaking towards the main Mandalorian fleet were the fired torpedos and concussion missiles from the initial barrage from the capitol ships just after firing the Legion Buster, obvioiusly slower than cannon fire. Numbering at least twenty-five in count, they would be reaching the ships soon unless they were able to be intercepted. The Avengers in the main fleet focused their shields to the front as did the surviving Star Destroyer, hoping to stay in the fight just a bit longer as they returned fire with to their attackers. As for the dreadnought, all it's shields were concentrated to it's front as well, including the docking bay shielding. It would be easy for a ship to board thanks to this, though this fact would only be visible to those trying to board in the first place. Something any of them would be able to pick up, however, was the recharging of the Legion Buster beginning again. It was a slow process yet their sensors would be able to pick up the increase of energy quite quickly. If they didn't hurry, it might fire again.

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(OOC: Last time ships will jump in. The SD is a gift for Dara's end of TL bucket list. Will still enjoy other enemy fleets/forces coming in. Enjoy!)
 

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Boun pulled his powermace from the caved in chest of a legionnaire and fired his pistol to kill the next one in line. He and his squad had mad it into the depot warehouse by now and were quickly thinning the remaining Imperial troops. He pulled one of the fire spray canisters from his left shoulder plate and lit up 3 troopers dumb enough to approach him.

"Alright oh pals o mine! I'll mop up the rest of these idiots get those charges planted so we can blow this joint and get my ass paid!"

He put away his power mace and holstered his pistol and drew his harlaw carbine and popped in a new power pack and went a huntin' for more Imps to obliterate as he starting playing another of his favorite metal songs. As he hunted he made his way back outside and put a bolt into the back of a fleeing imperial trooper. Suddenly just out his peripheral vision he caught sight of a massive green lance of energy in the sky. He whistled to himself and figured the space battle must be gettin' intense. He tuned his comms into the main Republic battle command and took a second to listen in on the general chatter. Huh seemed the imps had a trump card left to play in the form of some kind of massive dreadnought. Well it wasn't hard to say it made him glad he had his boots on the ground at that moment.

OCC: Oh yeah dis a good thread, keep it up guys!
 
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