Fires of the Old Republic-IC-Invite Only

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

It had taken him nearly half an hour of combing the entirety of the Market Place and seeing no sign of his target for him to begin searching another area; he was methodical and he wouldn’t suffer imperfection caused by a mistake. His or someone else’s; He knew it was among the most popular and well respected traditions that had seen Ondor Destroyed. The Sith rewarded Ambition, Power and Strength but the fact a whelp had done the killing of a veteran Sith left him with misgivings. Either This boy was extremely talented and experienced within his own right or he had used trickery or subtly and while the majority of methods were allowed honorable or not Vurk would find this man and see what he thought this entitled him to.

The Humid Swampy World that the Sith empire called Capital offered many places for this Jecht Cath to be but he had no doubt he was still within the City; At least for the moment and if he was still within the City he would find him. But everywhere he went, every hour he spent on the Hunt he came no closer. Every proprietor of the businesses he visited were all more or less happy to see him but after observing and seeing the face of his quarry he left. He had no time to waste upon this hunt after today if he couldn’t find Jecht within that time period he would have to put it off for a later date after this new offensive had been completed most likely.

As he explored Kaas city’s training and sparring faculties, its pleasure clubs and Market places along with its Cantina’s and gambling Halls he couldn’t help but admire the sheer scale of the city. Despite that fact hampering him at the moment Kaas City was a wonder of the galaxy there was no doubt about that.

Finally he was nearing places to visit, to search and he was growing angry, frustrated but there was little he could do about that as night was falling upon the Jungle World he entered a Cantina near the edges of Kaas City and as he approached the Bar the gruff looking Human Male bar tender just glanced at him awaiting his request. He didn’t bother looking this one over; no doubt if The Sith was still within the City he would be further into it.

“Whisky; From Korriban if you got it…Anything back in the time of Lord Ludo Kressh would be most excellent bar man.” He stated seriously he did enjoy the fine and refined graining of Alcohol that had been fermenting since the time of the ancients; while some found it unbelievably strong along with being bitter and foul tasting he found it refreshing and a remainder of what a Sith always must feel.

“At once My Lord Krujas.” The Bar Man stated he offered a respectful bow of the head before departing.

A Sith must attend to reality before any other spectrum; Because it is where their power comes from while some would call the Force a Mystical Energy field Vurk had a much more simple view. It was the embodiment and energy of life of creation. While Many Sith viewed their base emotions as the fuel for their power, their blood lust and rage and passions Vurk had long ago ceased viewing it that simply .

Lust, Anger, Avarice and Greed, Wrath, envy and Pride while they were a fine focus for younger sith to concentrate in truth the command of the Force ultimately would come from Willpower and spiritual Focus. Would you be the weapon of the darkside or would you master it and become the Master? This was why he viewed the Sith Code as the ultimate Truth in the Universe because it’s final verse applied to nearly every conceivable situation.

A moment Later the Barman returned and placed a small crystal bottle before him along with a smaller sipping glass.

“Thank you may go now.”

“Of course Darth Krujas whatever you may need my lord and if I may say so good luck in your future campaigns.”

“…Yes thank you.” The Sith Lord stated simply as he opened the crystal bottle and began pouring its contents into the Glass; its contents were thick although not a solid mass it was obvious that this alcohol was more than a few centuries old hell it dated back to the time of Naga Sadow and his war with the Republic.

As he took his first sip of the foul and bitter burning liquid he couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh; While he was alert and could sense every singular person in this Cantina through the Force it was good to relieve a bit of stress every now and again.

[Eerienar]

Jecht Cath
Dromund Kaas

Jecht looked down at the bar table, slowly taking a sip of the light drink that he had ordered. He eyed the bar with suspicion, feeling that the death of Ondor would be detected by many, even if his former master had fallen into the backdrop with the rest of his Sith brothers. Jecht slowly continued to speak to Girias, "If one does not acknowledge both coins of the Sith, the Sith become immediately weakened. Without the strength of body and mind, the Sith fall."

He gently stirred his drink around, as night quickly approached Dromund Kaas. It had felt like minutes ago that had slain Ondor and dumped him into a shallow grave, and no doubt the kill was resonating off of his force aura, as he continued to think about it in the silence that the bar provided. He gently listened to the cheers of the Sith apprentices who payed mind to the dancing girls, shaking their various features and showing off their buttocks to any man that entered the bar.

[The Janite Technocracy]

Girias Hanar
Dromund Kaas

Girias smirked, looking up from his drink briefly. "You still haven't given me a name to put to your face, boy. I need a name for Ondor's killer. This talk of dark side philosophy, the 'two sides of the coin', bores me. The mind has trumped the body time and time again. Did you come here alone, or were you followed? If you did not intend on visitors, you should act quickly and decisively, as I feel a great deal of hatred here. Your talk of galactic conquest and the fall of the jedi will have to wait while you attend to the stranger. Worry not, I will merely observe the engagement, no interloping or interfering. If your head remains afterward, you can continue to waste my time with your speech on the virtues of meat." He bent down over the table, arms crossed as he idly rested his head. Part of him was expecting a show of violence on Cath's behalf, leaving the old man disappointed. As he rested, he brought up force techniques in his mind, going over the Potency form and it's rather lavish applications. Shrouded in his studies of the force were hundreds of droid schematics, chief among them designs for new variants of the basic Sith War Droid. While Girias appeared vulnerable in his state of calm, he was more ready than ever, connected strongly to the force. Dromund Kaas was not a good place to let down one's guard.

[Eerienar]

Jecht Cath
Dromund Kaas

Jecht Cath's voice raised slightly, as a normal conversation. Those at his immediate would be able to hear him, as well as those around the bar, yet faintly. He took the last swig of his drink, nodding slowly. "Jecht Cath, Ondor's killer." He didn't seem to bear the title with pride, but with conviction, as one who would have to bear the consequence for killing a marauder so powerful. Though, it seemed, the consequences were yet to come. Perhaps the benefits outweighed such. He slowly sighed, looking about. He stood slowly, bringing his hood up. "Perhaps, old man, we shall see each other again, on Taris. For now, the duty calls."

Jecht exited the bar, giving the bartender a wave of the hand as he left, boots making a slight clink on the metallic platform as he stepped out. He would prepare himself for the coming Sith onslaught, and the eventual, what he predicted, defeat of the Republic. His robes, his two prized light sabers, armor, and his wits about him, was all that he would bring personally, as he joined the numbers of the Sith Order leading the assault on Taris, to serve as commanders of the many, many Sith troopers that would deploy onto the battlefield. Commander Cath, as it were, would take command over a small company of Imperial infantrymen, as many Sith marauders did.

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

After finishing his drink Krujas had paid the Bar Tender what he was due and had left the Cantina he had still had no luck finding Jecht Cath but in truth he wasn’t concerned about it overly; The Mere fact he hadn’t been able to find him didn’t paint it as failure upon his part. He didn’t quit his hunt out of fear of failure or death but out of a sense of greater pressing duty; Slowly with resigned footsteps he returned back to the Dark Citadel and his personal quarters. While the hour was growing increasingly late he didn’t retire immediately no he would stay and observe the constant incoming messages, fleet reports and status reports of individual ships within the ever growing Fleet.

The Communication Officer he had spoken to earlier was now no longer present but that was alright no doubt the man had retired for the evening had his duties and station replaced by another member of the Imperial Military. After all this operation was still within its planning stages and therefore couldn’t allow it to cease for even a nanosecond, they would need pinpoint information, a massive fleet and ground force to wage an offensive war against the Republic perhaps most of all they would need the will to win the coming war.

His mind filled with the stupor of his whisky and his own personal musing but his mind was dulled overly as he continued to ponder how exactly would he lure in the Killer of Ondor for a meeting and then it came to him. Why go to him when he could force the whelp to come to him?
With that in mind as he approached one of the communications officers station he gave the man a small smile.

The Soldier immediately bowed his head and awaited instruction unlike the previous one who had literally thrown himself upon his feet at Vurk’s approach.

“Soldier inform the Marauder Jecht Cath that he is to report to the Citadel tomorrow afternoon for assignment. Tell he will be meeting with me directly and his progress should not be hampered consider this an order.”

“Yes my lord it will be done.” With that the Officer began relaying information that would no doubt find its way eventually to Cath and tomorrow he would finally meet Ondor’s killer or the Whelp wouldn’t be acknowledged, he wouldn’t participate in the Offensive or even the war if Vurk could help. No one could ignore the summons of one of the Dark Lords of the Sith.

With that Vurk turned about and headed deeper into the citadel towards his personal chambers.

[Eerienar]

Jecht Cath
Dromund Kaas

Jecht rested on his matting, looking through his datapad slowly. Various information and messages, stored by him, from Imperial databases. It was brimming with information on his late master, as well as information on creeds and codes of the Sith. He looked up as his door opened quickly, shedding light into the dark room. An Imperial trooper stood in the doorway, saluting. He spoke, commanding, and loudly. "By order of the Dark Lord, Krujas, you are to report to him personally in the Dark Citadel, tomorrow afternoon!" As the man left the doorway, it quickly slid close. Jecht sighed quietly, looking about his things. He wondered what Krujas could possibly want to meet him for. A superior of such high favor with the Dark Council, calling upon a lowly marauder.

It was an odd thought that perplexed Jecht for the night, until he drifted to sleep, as night settled quietly over Dromund Kaas. He turned in his sleep, dreaming of his experiences, and of the death of Master Ondor. He slept, until awoken the next day, at the shrill ringing of his alarm.

The next day, afternoon..

Jecht entered the Dark Citadel, his face covered by his re-breather, and his hood draped over his head. He waved his hand over to the men, standing at either side of the entrance, and he entered, pushing the doors open. He quickly stepped down the dark corridors, his feet clinking on the metallic floor, his slow breaths echoing through the empty hallway. He turned, entering the chamber in which he was to meet Darth Krujas. He stood silently, stepping to the center of the floor, and looking at every bit of the room. He spoke silently, his voice echoing through the empty room, low and monotone.

"Darth Krujas, my lord, you called for me?"

[Damak Var]

Jekyll Javen

Jekyll turned on his heel and left Darth Krujas to the Sith Lord's own devices for the time being. In truth he was not sure if the plan would work. Jekyll knew he would be able to hold up his end, the rest was up to Krujas. Why the Sith Lord would want validation from somebody of lower status was beyond Jekyll. But he liked it anyways. It was nice to see a Sith Lord who was progressive and sought the opinions of others. Too many of their failures came from prideful Sith overseers closing their ears to the warnings of those around them. All Jekyll knew was this was how he would coordinate the war to win it.

But Jekyll was not sure exactly if he wanted the Sith to win. He preferred for the balance of power to remain equal. The Sith were currently losing so he thought it best to facilitate the success of this new offensive for the time being. Success was better than failure in the Sith Empire but with success came new dangers. Should Darth Krujas win on Taris and Illum he would be looked upon with envy. It would not be difficult for Jekyll to whisper into the ears of the Dark Council that their new rising star was plotting to steal power away from them. Most like Darth Krujas was anyways. The more battles Krujas won, the more that option would become viable. At least until the Sith Lord became too powerful. Jekyll decided that this was a course of action he would bank for later if he so decided. Perhaps Krujas would be the right man to back after all.

He thought of these things while walking back to his shuttle, flanked by the men in black fatigues. As soon as he borded Jekyll made for the comm station and began relaying orders to the men running his operation back on Taris.

First, all the military information they had on Taris and the sector were to be relayed to Darth Krujas. The breadth and depth of the information was plenty. Troop strengths, movements, commanders, bases, battery locations and strategic targets. Not that Krujas really needed it for the fleet he was mobilizing but it would serve to make securing Taris go smoother.

But that was no all the information stored there. Jekyll had similar data on the Republic throughout the galaxy. As well as lists of informants, contacts, Republic plans, Sith plans, data on financial transactions and dossiers for interesting individuals. He did not like the idea of Krujas demanding him to hand the information over. That would make Jekyll useless and possibly deem him a traitor. For there was much information beneficial to the Sith which he chose to withhold.

Jekyll ordered them to wipe all the data stored there and incinerate the files that they had. Backups were held on servers in other worlds such as Nar Shadaa. Locations known only to him.

Once of Jekyll's lieutenants hailed him on the comm from Taris.

"Report." Jekyll said while trying to clear the static.

"Sir, our sources confirm that a bounty hunter has been hired to take down a high ranking member of Imperial Intelligence on Taris." The lieutenant replied.

"Me most likely." Jekyll said emotionless. This was nothing new. Many bounty hunters had come after him before. Some hired on by his fellow members in Imperial Intelligence, the Imperial military and Sith Lords. They all failed not because Jekyll was a particularly ferocious combatant. It was because he was illusive and had a talent for setting traps for them.

"We cannot know for sure." The lieutenant answered.

"Success rate?" He asked.

"Excellent." The officer on the other end replied right away. That was nothing new to Jekyll either.

"Do we have a visual?" Meaning did they know what the bounty hunter looked like.

"Affirmative."

"Be on the look out then and report any new developments. Send what files you have to me." Jekyll ordered before closing the comm.

What little information they had on the bounty hunter was transmitted to the ship. He transferred the information on his datapad and viewed it over. Zak Varss. Jekyll kept dossiers of all remarkable bounty hunters in the galaxy. There was plenty of information, for the man had done plenty of jobs for the Empire. Now Zak worked for the Republic almost exclusively. From what Jekyll could tell he was no upstart either. A man not to be underestimated.

He read the rest of the information and retired to his quarters for the journey to Taris not overly worried. The rear operating base where his operations were ran was heavily guarded. Jekyll only kept ten to fifteen of his own men there at any one time. The rest were spread throughout the galaxy. But it was a Sith military base and well garrisoned being a staging point for the front line troops.

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

The Dark Lord of the Sith had spent the majority of the night mediating upon the force; the aspects of the darkside and himself and his own past. He was of the mind that introspection brought true personal insight and he applied that even to himself. He thought of the war, the current and previous one, of the men he had killed of the creatures, their allegiances and origins his victories showed his domination and strength of life but that wasn’t all it showed his relationship to the force had slowly grown stronger and stronger throughout his life. He had come an amazingly far way since his early Years as a young acoytle here upon the capital now he was operating directly under the command of the Dark Council it was evident to the majority of the Sith Command structure that he would someday soon take his seat upon the body.

His Young life had been dominated by the Sith Order after his “Parents” had sold him to Sith Order and he began training as a Sith at the age of eleven there had been no family for him in the galaxy beyond his fellows within the Order. And while he had killed a far number of them over the Years he still only saw the Sith as his closest friends and allies, Some among them at least and while some might view trust as a weakness he would counter that lack of trust was itself a weakness. He didn’t know if was better to secure himself within paranoia and constant fear or do as he did now; suspect but never act upon suspicion until the proof was concrete or could be fabricated to the degree that it was.

Eventually the Dark Lord retired for the evening and fell asleep within his Spartan chambers only to awaken without assistance a few hours later at daybreak; after taking a short shower within the Sonic Pod he had within his chambers he dressed himself in his signature Plastoid Armor and slid his darkened robes over the Armor as a status symbol. He then had a small meal that consisted of mostly grains and starches synthetic or natural afterwards he had gone to the command center and consumed himself in the mountain of reports and logs before his appoint with young Sith Marauder began to approach.

He was informed a short time later the Young Sith had been let into the Citadel; a rare honor such an unacclaimed Sith; He was allowed into the Heart of the Imperial War effort, the meeting place of the Dark Council and where all the strongest and most influential and powerful Sith Dwelt. After completing a portion of his duties he began to head to the meeting room; he knew where it was off the top of his head it was one of the meeting Atriums and Meeting Chambers the Citadel housed. As he walked down the darkened stone halls of the Citadel stopping just before the door to the meeting room itself.

He lifted his arm and twisted it casually and the Door Slid open as he entered the room and he repeated the Gesture and it sealed behind him. He observed the figure standing within the Room’s Center for a moment before he began his approach.

“So you are the one who claims to have slain Sith Master Ondor Yes?” He questioned his tone was conversational but it carried a deadly charge.

“To be honest I wasn’t aware that Ondor had even taken an apprentice little lone one strong enough to extinguish his life. Did he die well?” He questioned after a moment.

With a singular motion of his hand the Dark Lord removed his Cowl; The movement had been smooth, precise and barely visible as far as the Human spectrum went of the “Naked Eye”.

“I suspect you are guessing I knew Ondor; I like a great Many Sith knew many of my Fellows during the War and While Ondor remained within his Station…He was a Loyal servant of the Empire, I wish to ensure the man attempting to claim his place serves that devotion.”
He stared the figure with an unblinking passionless focus.

“If you cannot convince you will not leave this room alive.” He stated matter of factly in a chilled tone.

His Stance was non combative but his Voice, his Body and even his Presence within the Force Radiated a certainity of Power, Control and Mastery of the Force and life it self.

[Eerienar]

Jecht stood, easily viewed from all sides of the room, not making direct eye contact with Lord Krujas, out of a feigned respect. He attempted to conceal his thoughts from the Sith Lord as he spoke, his voice confident, and with a newly revived zeal. "I cannot claim a fact, my lord, Ondor was slain by my saber, in accordance to the challenge." He looked only directly to Krujas while he spoke, resting his gaze on the things to the Dark Lord's immediate front. If one detected his emotions, he was not intimidated by the Lord, but instead, held a degree of respect for his forwardness.

After a short pause, he continued, "Ondor died a marauder's death, as he deserved. He wished to rest on Ziost. His grave has no stone to mark his location." His confidence had slowly wavered between levels of zeal and uncertainty. Though he tried his best not to seem nervous, it was almost certain in his mind that the Dark Lord could detect this. He stood, his hands behind his back, and his feet shoulder length apart, his face fully visible in the dim light of the chamber of the Dark Council.

"My loyalty to the Sith is demonstrated in my every action. I'm here, and willing to die to destroy those who oppose the Empire. Like all Sith, I crave power, but I do not go so far as to betray the Order its self." He paused for a moment, his head slowly bobbing up and down.

"I need not prove my loyalty. It has already been proven."

His voice trailed off as he stood, instead of bringing his gaze back down, he instead gazed directly at Lord Krujas, his gaze, wavering only for a blink every once in a few minutes. He stood stiff, disciplined, not showing any active signs of hostility.

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

Darth Krujas stared at the man in silence for the better part of a minute as the Sith had explained what had befallen his Master how he had died, where he had died and in the manner he had died he didn’t interrupt he let the Young Sith Continue to react, to try and lead the Dark Lord to the conclusion he wished.

He didn’t bore into the Sith’s Mind but he did gauge his body language, method of speak, tone, eye movement and presence within the Force every Word; while his skills at mind reading and Telepathy were remedial at best his training as both a Sith and Swordsmen like he be an excellent Judge of honesty.

“You do…Serve the Sith.” He didn’t sense anything vaguely resembling deception when that came to his mind however granting your master death however in accordance with his will was a disrespect to the Empire if you cannot fill his place; That is why the right of challenge exists you must know. So the stronger man takes the place of the lesser.”

He couldn’t sense anything but potential in this Sith; He felt the nervous energy flowing through his form but that was good; If he wasn’t nervous in such a situation then either he was a fool or he had an incomplete understanding of the Darkside and thus the power that came from the emotion and thus was worthless. The Sith would prove an interesting individual that much was certain if he was allowed to survive this encounter.

He continued to listen in silence however to the Sith as he continued to speak.

At the mention of Loyalty however the Dark Lord interjected.

“Not in anything but the devotion to the Order of the Sith; You have demonstrated you follow our traditions and at least in some part honor our code with the slaying of your master. You have not proven yourself to the Empire significantly either in the cold war or the resurgent hostilities. But perhaps that will change.” He mused quietly.

After a moment the Lord of the Sith spoke again and again his tone was carefully calculating and controlled however his presence of will was evident even in such casual tone.

“You will be given leave to prove yourself Cath…It would be a disrespect to Ondor otherwise and I respect the man merely to ignore his loss.” He stated simply.

“You will serve me in the assault upon Taris and if you prove yourself there you will assume not only your Master’s Rank and duties but greater acknowledgement and station within the Empire. But if you fail? If you still live you will need to prove yourself before being acknowledged but until then…You are acknowledged at least in part.”

“Master Cath.” He said slightly as he gave just a minor bow of his head in acknowledgement.

“Now I suspect that Ondor never spoke of me?” He questioned Aloud.

If this Sith was ignorant of him that would soon be rectified. He would know the Master he served and he would know what would be gained should he succeed.

[Eerienar]

Jecht nodded slowly, speaking only at the mention of Taris. He spoke, nodding slowly with pleasure in his given position. "It would be an honor, my lord." These words were genuine, it seemed. He wanted to satiate his blood lust, which welled up inside him, and only released its self in his battle with Ondor. He smirked slightly, with pleasure at the mention of his position.

"Ondor spoke vaguely of the Sith he served with during the Great Galactic War. He had not mentioned any names, but went into great detail about the many comrades that he had fought with, as well as the battles he had served in." He nodded slowly, "One figure would bare a resemblance to you, my lord, though I had not made the connection until now."

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

He could tell from the from the beamingly pleased expression his news had been well received; he could feel the spike in emotion, the ambition, pleasure and blood lust coursing through the Sith but in truth he expected little else; The Sith fueled their command of the force with such emotion. Warrior sects such as the Marauders even more so.

“Ah…I was very Young and foolish during the war but my Passion and rage at the Decedent republic and the repressed Jedi fueled my Powers immensely. I was a mere lowly regarded Lord who like you had just slain his Master to assume his place but the War provided a chance for me to prove myself. To hone and expand my Skils; To express my hatred and outrage at how Weak the galaxy had become in our long absence.”
He smiled slightly the gesture was oddly warm for a being such as Vurk but he couldn’t help it as he remised but even so he was far from unaware.

“Perhaps you can prove yourself Cath; We excel in the Hell of War because we acknowledge what it is and embrace it because of it.” He slowly uncurled his Robes and revealed his Plastoid Armor beneath. His Angled Lightsaber hanging loosely from his belt.

“Ondor though…He was a whirlwind of destruction; of death and discord he was the blade master I aspired to be; eventually I found my own path however and I became a reputable swordsmen in my own right. I am no considered one of the best within the entirety of the Empire although this is due to decades of experience and training the likes of which would kill lesser beings.”

However as he said that he couldn’t help but feel like age was slowly consuming his skill; he was slower than he was five Years ago, and that was slower than he had been a decade before. Time was slowly weakening him and while his experience and strength remained and he could maintain himself through the force that was nothing compared to the body he had within his Youth; The Darkside was hell on the body as this Sith would learn within a decade or so.

“It speaks well of you that you were able to combat the man in open combat and survive; at Curoscant he butchered four Jedi Knights outright in combat within the space of a few minutes. I managed to slay Six although that was for the entirety of the Battle unlike Ondor who fought and killed at least nine. Most of the Sith however who went on that raid…didn’t come back but we were among the few who survived
Malgus’s “Suicide” Mission.”

“But we fought trained Republic Swordsmen of the Jedi Order; Beings that could call upon the force in a completely alien way. Sith and Jedi may be similar in some ways but our fighting styles are completely different even if we do practice the same styles of swordplay.” The Dark lord Commented.

[Eerienar]

Jecht Cath
Dromund Kaas


Jecht stood silently, his arms stiffly at his side as he listened carefully to the Dark Lord. He turned his attention back down to the immediate front of the Dark Lord, out of respect. He made mental note of the room around him, via Force Sense. Perhaps the knowledge of the outlay would serve him well in the future. He spoke quickly, yet monotone, as the Dark Lord removed his robes. "War is the ultimate test of a Sith's ability." He nodded slowly. It was clear that he reveled in the blood lust of war, provided to him by the body count that he would seek. He continued to stare at the immediate front, only quickly glancing at the man's armor.

He nodded slowly as the Dark Lord commented, staring at him as he spoke. "Indeed, the Jedi seek peace. However, this peace will always be a lie. They seek it through power, world domination. We Sith acknowledge the absolute of war, and that it will always be, unlike the Jedi fools."

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

“Well Said Master Cath.” The Dark Lord encouraged such feelings of superiority within the Sith because it was the ultimate truth of their Order. Rather then supporting the Majority with the gifts, rather than laboring for the society, Society labored for them because strength was the ultimate virtue.

“Now Master Cath you should prepare yourself physically and mentally for the Empire for the first time in a very long time is preparing an offensive; the greatest offensive we have launched within the entirety of the war in fact. The majority of Surviving Imperial Navy is going to converge within the capital fairly soon and we are going to leave barely enough to protect our interests within our territory but with this fleet we are going to crush the Outer Rim in our Heel and push all the way to the Core Worlds.” He stated simply, His tone was one of obvious pride and conviction.

“With the Success of this offensive; We will once again be in the position to win this war that is why this offensive will be critical to the future of the Empire and to ensure its success you will be among the Sith accompanying me along for the Offensive. I plan to select the best recruits of the Academy on Korriban and their instructors to enter the war effort during this offensive.”

“We are losing this war at the present and thus we are risking the very survival of the Sith Order so while some might disagree with pressing novices into service I will take that responsibility. But we will not need just novices, just numbers and bodies to fill the ranks. We will need veterans, beings of skill and precision. That is why you will accompany me.” He said with heated anticipation.

“We are bringing in the best, the strongest and the most blood lusting beings in the galaxy into this offensive. Mandolorian Mercenaries, Elite Imperial Divisions, Our own Order of course…And the Dark Council has granted me the rare honor and pleasure of having at my disposal a detachment of the Imperial Guard. While most wouldn’t think our crimson guardians do far more than merely guard important structures and police of training schools and Academes. They are the best of the non force using forces we possess and they act directly under the Order from the Emperor via the Dark Council…To be given command of but one is a tremendous Honor but an entire detachment? The serverity of our situation has not escaped the Emperor’s Advisors of course.”

“Now go Master Cath and Prepare; Have no fear my young friend I will summon you when are to depart…You will accompany me aboard my personal Flagship and we will go into Battle together…Unless if you have some issue with this arrangement? Master Cath?” His question why it might come off as sarcastic was entirely serious.

[Eerienar]

Jecht Cath
Dromund Kaas

Jecht nodded, bowing lowly, and stating, "No, my lord," in a rather dull voice. He turned, leaving the Dark Citadel, and moving back to his lodgings. He assembled his equipment. Datapads, comm-links, detonators, his light sabers, his armor, and his black robes. He would sleep, for now, and gain rest for the large battle ahead, and await, with baited breath, the next movements of the Galactic War.

OOC: Sorry for the very short post, but not much inspiration.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Shira Dano-24-Jedi Knight-Taris
I stepped off the ship and walked with my padawan's on the surface of Taris. The evidence of the Sith's cruelty evident all around. The planet was still trying to survive and grow from Malek's devestation. His bombardment of Taris has done more damage than the entire Civil War they fought. And, even if I had no memories of this planet, I was still born here. But was having to experience it all over again. The people here had a look of despair and defeat in their eyes. We cannot fail these people again, Taris has received little aid from the Republic even as a member world. But hopefully we can make amends. As I walked through the streets I thought back to the conversation on the ship with my padawans on the way here.

Flashback
Thinking about the questions I answered. "Both of you will be leading squads of troopers. But I will be supervising both of you. You will not be facing Sith alone. The Sith have existed as long as the Jedi, and they draw their power from their emotions. Causing them to seek what is best for themselves, corrupted by the dark side. They embrace their passion, hatred, fury and pride and believe it makes them stronger. They use their abilities to serve themselves, not others. They are an order that essentially believes the end justifies any means. So the deaths of thousands of people often means nothing if it furthers their goals. We Jedi understand that the Force is made up of all living things. And the needless deaths of sentient beings is a tragedy. The saber we carry is an Icon of the Jedi, but it should not be. It is a weapon, like blaster. Designed to end a life. We as Jedi, ordinarily strive to mediate disputes and serve the Republic. But sometimes we have no choice but to fight. And it is often the Sith that force our hands. And thus far they have never been successful. But a Sith is never fully beyond redemption, some may be shown the light. But do not risk your own lives to save one. They will not show you the same treatment in kind. My master often told me of the story of Reven the Prodigal Knight of the Jedi ORder. He was many things. Hero, Champion, Conqueror and Villain. He was the beacon the Republic rallied around to defeat the MAndalorians. He saved the Republic by defying the order from the onslaught, then he left to the Unknown regions with his fleet and returned a Sith. He was soon redeemed and brought about the end of the very Sith Empire he created. Remember this. And as for why the Sith want Taris, it is a strategically located world for them in the outer rim. But their motives for the planet in the end are of no consequence. We just have to stop them."

As we walked the republic forces we were leading, were being deployed around the city. In all there were only 25,000 soldiers on the planet. And we had only just arrived with half of them. But I could feel it, the tide of war would soon reach this planet. And I only hoped that I have prepared MAghrl and Neeva for it. And that I was worthy to lead my new Division into battle.

[Eerienar]

Jecht Cath
Dromund Kaas

Jecht sat in the dimly lit room, five lightsabers rotating around him slowly. He had removed the top part of his robes, and he meditated, fists pressed firmly into his upper legs. A light chant came from him. The chant did not appear to have any noise to it, and instead, came from the throat, supported by humming noises. The lightsabers rotating around him began to spin at the same time. It was clear that Cath had been utilizing two methods of telekinesis on the objects. His eyes fluttered open, however, his concentration of the flow of the dark side in him did not break. The lightsabers continued to spin. The chant continued in a low, ominous volume, and a slow tempo. He slowly stood, most of his concentration balanced on the flow of the force around him.

He reached out with one of his hands, and one lightsaber hovered above it, dropping down. A temporary interruption for this action was had, but still, the rotation and revelation of the sabers continued. He took the hilt of the saber, turning it on. The pillar of crimson light emerged from it's innards. The rest of the lightsabers were quickly lined up, and then neatly placed in a square formation around Jecht, via the Force. The chant stopped, and inside of the dimly-lit room, all that could be heard was the gentle whir of Jecht's saber, open, and lighting his path through the dark room. He took the saber in both hands. A subtle anger, fueled by the force, built up inside him. This anger was not directed at the Sith, nor the Republic, but at the blasphemous Jedi, who sought peace it a world that would surely never see such a thing.

His anger hand grown into a rage, and with this rage, he lashed out with his saber, slicing at the air. He met this slash with another slash, as he ferociously diced the air in-front of him. He called out in the silent room, the Code of the Sith uttered from his lips.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion."

He let out a kick, and then a ferocious jab with his lightsaber. Whatever enemy he imagined in front of him would appear to be utterly annihilated. However, he still continued, doing various jumping moves, slicing through the air, kicking, jabbing, and swinging in the air, bewildered in his rage.

"Through passion, I gain strength."

He felt a rage welling up inside him. This rage would fuel his strength.

"Through strength, I gain power."

The thoughts of his killing of the late Ondor swirled, a monsoon through his mind. He thought of what Darth Krujas had called him. Master Cath.

"Through power, I gain victory."

Jecht's thoughts went back to his past. His motley banned of mercenaries, each of whom he had no desire to see again. His enslavement by the Empire, sent off to Korriban, to be taught by harsh Masters, to become a Marauder. To serve with honor under Ondor, the fiercest warrior he had the pleasure of knowing, who's flame, Jecht had extinguished. These thoughts served to enrage him. Not at himself, but at the thought of his victory. How easy it had been for him. The trickery he had played against Ondor. At that moment, as Ondor lay on the barren ground of Ziost, the man must have known the ferocious, and ruthless killer he had born. Without regard to honor, Jecht had killed him.

"Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me."

As the last words of the Sith Code were uttered through Jecht's lips, his lightsaber's pillar of light retreated. It was dropped in front of him. Jecht fell, once again, to his knees. His fists were placed firmly against his legs. Instead of the chant, or the continuation of his former rotation, he took up a silence. For nearly half an hour he had concentrated on his connection with the Force. The very same Force which had fueled has rage, and which had led him to power over the Dark Side. After these minutes past, Jecht stood, seemingly unbroken by the burst of rage that had filled him during the meditation. As if, it was a different him, in a different galaxy.

He stood, arming himself. He dawned his dark gray and red metallic armor with pride, strapping on his re-breather. He put on his long robe, reaching down to his tendons, and placed the hood up. He was ready to receive Taris. With his favored two lightsabers, he left his quarters, not disappointed by the strong connection he had made with the Force, not minutes later. He could fel it coursing through him, as it did through all things. He reveled in the dark side, and would become the master of it. The master of his rage and hate, fueled by the Force. Not only this, but he would exterminate the treacherous Jedi, who sought to bring a false peace to the galaxy, through force.

[New Aksarben]

Maghrl - Padawan
Taris

Maghrl took the lesson about the Sith to heart. He was still incredibly worried an anxious at facing a Sith in open combat. His greatest strengths was his speed, and the Force. While not the best at accessing the deeper portions of the Living Force, he was excellent at using it to manipulate objects and use it to his advantage in a fight. His Ataru style of lightsaber dueling relied on his natural ability at using the Force to improve his natural speed, strength, and agility. But at the same time, it was incredibly tiring. His best bet would be to defeat any opponent rapidly, so that he wouldn't tire and be defeated himself.

As the Squib stepped onto surface of Taris, he saw it as both a paradise, and a hell. It was a paradise because of the debris, trash, and et cetera that littered the planet. Any Squib would love to get the chance to salvage, loot, and sell the planet's debris and refuse. With the devastation, they would consider any of it fair game for salvaging. The opportunity to find so many lost relics and knowledge, buried under the remnants of that horrible day, so long ago, made Maghrl wish that it wouldn't become a battleground in the next few days. Maghrl was having a very hard time resisting his urge to run off and begin sifting through the rubble for anything of value.

But at the same time, Maghrl could feel the pain, suffering, and death due to the bombardment of the planet. Despite being nearly 300 years ago, Maghrl could feel the horrible loss of life and devastation, an imprint left over from tremendous loss of life. Even if they hadn't been force-sensitive, The Force still flowed through them. Such a terrible amount of death, destruction, and pain send echos through the Force. Sometimes those echoes would last for a huge amount of time. Maghrl also felt something strange emanating from somewhere on the planet. Some dark side taint..... Maghrl was confused by that, but dismissed it as Revan's influence from before he was redeemed. Or something similar...

Maghrl turned his attention to Shira again, and asked, "Shira-Master? What should Maghrl do to help-aid defense of Taris?"

[The Rebel Alliances]

Shira Dano-24-Jedi Knight
I looked down at both of them. They did need to get on with their assignments. And I needed to consult with the Republic Commander to discuss tactics and defenses. "Maghrl I want you to head to the Republic vehicle depot and help the Republic engineers to repair the armored vehicles. We will need every tank, walker, transport and aircraft in working condition. Your expertise in mechanics, engineering and repair will be valued. Neeva, I want you to speak with the Division and find out what they need. Food, medical supplies, ammo and weapons. And then go about finding it. You people skills and initiative will help here. As soon as I am finished consulting with the commander I will check on you both. Now go on. Time is not with us."

As they went about their tasks I made my way to the commander, still sensing the death that took place here. We must ensure it does not happen again.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Trying to move it along faster.

[New Aksarben]

Shira Dano-24-Jedi Knight
I looked down at both of them. They did need to get on with their assignments. And I needed to consult with the Republic Commander to discuss tactics and defenses. "Maghrl I want you to head to the Republic vehicle depot and help the Republic engineers to repair the armored vehicles. We will need every tank, walker, transport and aircraft in working condition. Your expertise in mechanics, engineering and repair will be valued. Neeva, I want you to speak with the Division and find out what they need. Food, medical supplies, ammo and weapons. And then go about finding it. You people skills and initiative will help here. As soon as I am finished consulting with the commander I will check on you both. Now go on. Time is not with us."

As they went about their tasks I made my way to the commander, still sensing the death that took place here. We must ensure it does not happen again.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Trying to move it along faster.

Maghrl - Padawan
Taris

Maghrl nodded, after receiving Shira's orders for him. "Maghrl will do best to not disappoint Shira-Master." He promised. This would be the first battle that Maghrl had participated in, and the Squib had no idea what to expect from it. He had heard that it was a horrible tragedy and terrible, but he wasn't sure how much of that was exaggeration and how much was truth. He hoped that it wasn't that bad as it sounded. He also hoped that the Empire never came to his home planet. The Squib Polynarchy would have no chance against such a powerful enemy. Especially since the Squib's Reclamation Fleet wasn't equipped with weapons or shields, only tractor beams. The only whey they could attack would be by ripping ships apart with the tractor beams.

Maghrl rushed to the vehicle depot without delay. The Depot was located just outside of the main settlement of the Republic on Taris. Upon entering the building, the Squib began organizing the engineers and mechanics into groups and assigned them to fix any vehicles in the depot. Maghrl rushed back and forth, fixing any problems that he found in any vehicle he found. He was in his element, and was incredibly happy that he was put in charge of fixing and maintaining the vehicles for the defense. That was one of his favorite things to do, and he was great at it.

Maghrl believed that it was unlikely for the Sith to attack the Depot, it being so close to the main settlement. Any attacks on the settlement would be defeated by the Republic forces there, surely. Even Sith Lords would have trouble getting there. He knew that it would be strategically important for the defense, due to it being able to repair any vehicles damaged during fighting. Maghrl made sure to set some of the soldiers under him on guard just in case. "Better to be careful now than sorry later." Maghrl muttered to himself in Squibban.

[Reddogkeno101]

Major-General Luke Huff's ship was in orbit of Taris. "Let's give our friends down there a hand. Send down 2 companies of the 2nd Commando Division." Major-general Huff said. "Our blokes down there need help. They are seriously outnumbered."
"Sir we've just detected an Imperial Terminus-Class Destroyer coming out of Hyperspace." Announced one of the crew members.
"Not Good. Send everyone but our Marines and Pilots down. FAST!" Huff replied.

This was not looking good; an Imperial Terminus-Class destroyer was about to attack them. Unfortunately for the Imperials, the Harrower was far more powerful than the Terminus. It was obvious to Huff that they were going to try and board the ship and take it back.
"Ok guys, we need to double our defences and make sure no imps get in here." Huff said.

1 Hour later


"The last of the troops are about to leave to get on Surface sir," Said a lieutenant.
"Good. Tell the marines to meet me in the Theatre." Huff said
"Sure sir, but when?" the lieutenant asked.
"As soon as humanly possible." Huff replied.


In The Theatre

"Gents, I'm going to make this quick, so listen carefully," Huff stated "The chances are in our favour, but reason tells me they have something up their sleeve. The imps are going to try and board us. But do not fear, because you are going to stop them. We have more firepower, so if we can keep them at bay for long enough, we'll be able to destroy their ship and not have them board us. They will try and board us; but they will fail. They will fall. Good Luck and may the force be with you."
As Huff finished his sentence, he made a dash for the Command Tower.

At the command tower
"Engage the enemy as soon as they are in range." Huff commanded. "Do not let them get close to us, if they do manoeuvre so that they get further away."

5 minutes later
"You may fire at will" Huff said
At that instant, almost every gun fired at the Imperial ship; The Republic pilots flew out of the hangar; and The last of the ground troops landed. The leader of the ground troops attempted to contact Jedi Knight, Shira Dano.

[JAYMALL LAND]

Breaking the news to Chir' Da

"What? That's crazy and its also not going to work" Unfortunately I agree with her, "I understand we might not make it back but the benefits out weigh the risks". "The risk is us dying is that really worth it?" "It is if we save billion of lives" "But what happens if we become the ones who take the lives?" "That wont happen I promise".

Deep within me I knew what she said made sense what if we lost our way no I'm not going to let that happen."Fine, im on bored with this" "Good we are leaving tomorrow, pack your stuff". Something that she said bothered me are we really the right choice? What if we do lose it? It doesn't matter that's in the future lets get ready to go.

[The Zeonic States]

Dromund Kaas

Dark Citadel

The Days approaching the departure of the Fleet seemed to Fly by; The ever growing collection of Ships above the Capital and its surrounding Stations had become a common enough sight. Darth Krujas was becoming a fairly common sight within the Command Center often accompanied by his Chiss Advisor who kept him apprised of the build of the Fleet and its accompanying Forces.

While the buildup had been relatively slow going more and more Imperial Forces came to the Capital, The majority were veterans of the previous war although a few newly made vessels were accompanying the battle hardened legends of the galactic war into combat.

Darth Krujas was currently accompanied by his Chiss Advisor as was his custom as they made their rounds through the Command Center; Advising and directing as needed. As he walked however the Chiss Spoke of the fleet status.

“So Far we have forty seven Imperial Frigates including Your own Lord, Thirty seven Dreadnaughts, sixty seven Destroyers, and fifty one Carriers. The Fleet will be ready to set out within the next few days perhaps even tomorrow my lord.”

The Chiss Advisor stated with a firm bow. Pride was radiating throughout the room every imperial present knew this day would be one of glory, one of retribution and one of success however such a pleasant mood wasn’t to last as suddenly warning klaxons began blaring.

“Sir it appears the Destroyer Triumph is several hours overdue.” One of the Communication Officers directed to Krujas.

“And?” He stated still not seeing the full matter here.

“And our Orbital Station above Taris has just reported seeing that vessel jump into the system it is currently under fire from what appears to be a captured dreadnaught although it appears that the republic did a rather poor job of maintaining the ship if the reports are accurate.”

“Bastard…” Krujas muttered the entire goddamn plan was now at risk! The entire operation hinged upon secrecy and that was now endangered. He had to act quickly to salvage this mess but it wouldn’t be an easy thing to do.

“Where they aware we were about to assault this world?” The Chiss Interjected before the Dark lord could speak and while it was obvious Krujas was angered by this he didn’t react.

“Not as far as we know Lieutenant.” The Communication Officer replied.

“Bring up the Crew Manifest of the Triumph and tell them that their Captain will be awaiting execution once he returns to the capital for endangering an imperial operation.” The Dark lord commanded.

“Yes my lord and it appears that the Ship was under the command of Admiral Xue but unlike the rest of her forces it did not return…The Captain is a Human Male called Benet .” The communication officer replied as he returned to his station and began sending out the Dark Lord’s message.

“Now we cannot risk the Republic Fortifying Taris due to this Fool move by Benet we must move up our departure time.”

“My lord not all the ships have even assembled yet or have not been made ready for operations.” The Chiss Advisor Warned.

“We still have a massive advantage in terms of Numerical Superiority to anything the Republic has in this section of the galaxy and I doubt whatever paltry ships they have there will stand and fight…Most likely they will retreat.”

“As you say my lord.” The Chiss Advisor stated with a bow.

“Tell the Fleet to prepare we are leaving within the Day.” The Dark Lord commanded, if the majority of the fleet would be ready or not we were going to war.

“Prepare all ships to battle Stations, Cease all repairs and loading of munitions and supplies we need to begin to make way as soon as possible. Have all Active and Reserve personal begin boarding their ships, inform all the Sith to be present with the fleet to assume their positions aboard it and inform our honored guests in the Imperial guard that they are to assume an honored place in the vanguard.

5 hours later

In Orbit over Dromund Kaas

Imperial Frigate Blood Wing

While it felt good to be aboard his personal flagship once more he still couldn’t feel as if they were heading to war prematurely; while the majority of the forces had indeed arrived and the majority were indeed combat ready the few that were not could make a vital difference. Against his previous orders upon the Chiss Advisors adive he had forestalled their launch to aid in the last minute repairs to a dreadnaught and carrier which would now be able to accompany them.

It also allowed any of their slower or less maneuverable ground forces on the Planet Below the ability to make It to the Fleet as it prepared for a mass Hyper Space Jump.

“Sir the total as you requested is…thirty five dreadnaughts, forty nine carriers, Sixty destroyers and forty seven imperial frigates including your own sir.” The Chief Communication Officer responded.

“Not as many as we were hoping for…but enough, tell the Fleet to prepare for Hyper Space in five until then…Open a Broadway Imperial Channel for transmission and prepare to broadcast.”

“Channel open and broadcast ready sir.”

Suddenly all throughout the collective fleet of Imperial Vessels the Holographic image of the hooded Dark Lord appeared.

“You all know why we come today upon this glorious crusade…we go to crush the corrupt and vile republic and replace it with our glorious and perfect empire!.” Throughout the fleet a cheer was let out.

“I know you my fellow imperials that you will fight and do your duty no matter what it will take and that is why we will win! We will show no mercy because they deserve none! We will show no hesitation because they deserve none! We will show no restraint because they deserve none!” His voice continued to pick up and carry the tempo of the speech as he paced around the command deck of the Blood Wing.

“We are heading first to Taris…We will finish what Malak began! We will Finish what the Empire began! The Republic Troops in their arrogance believe themselves to be superior to us, that they fight for truth, justice and democracy! What they fight for is a lie! A twisted mockery of the Natural Order! Show no mercy! Do not hesitate.”

“May The Emperors Will be done! Honor and Glory to the Empire and Honor And Glory you all.” The Dark Lord stated his voice literally roaring at the moment.

“Fleet will enter Hyperspace in:5..4…3…2…1.”
And Suddenly just as one in a vision of precise military unision the entirety of the Fleet entered Hyperspace in the space of a few seconds.

The Imperial Fleet although a bit prematurely was on its way.

[Damak Var]

Jekyll Javen

The shuttle landed at the rear operating base. Jekyll exited the shuttle to see many of the bases troops assembling. There were tanks, walkers, artillery and dozens of soldiers marching in formation. No doubt the Taris garrison was mobilizing under the orders of Darth Krujas. It was definitely a sight to behold.

Next of his senses to be invaded was smell. The rancid air of Taris defiled Jekyll's nose. Even being away for such a short time took away one's tolerance for it. He made for his bunker immediately, wanting to get out of sight and away from the smell.

His people greeted him right away. Some of them were still rushing to dump sensitive documents into the incinerator. The last of it. Once Taris was under full Imperial control he would need to move his base of operations. Nar Shadaa most likely. It was easy to disappear in the city like that. Or perhaps somewhere where his enemies in the Empire could not get to him. Corusant itself. These were things he would need to consider in the coming days.

"Did you send Krujas all the information we have on Taris?" He asked while entering the command center for his galaxy wide spy network.

"Yes sir. All of it sir." One of his female underlings replied. Jekyll nodded to her without looking and viewed the screens. He began studying the new reports.

After some time Jekyll sent a personal message to Darth Krujas himself. Jekyll turned on the device that would capture his holo. He looked into it and began speaking.

"Darth Krujas. Jekyll Javen reporting. I have now arrived on Taris and am awaiting your attack. Be advised, the Republic is strengthening their position here. It seems they have caught wind of our plans. Although the Republic force deployed is not near enough to fend off what you are putting to the field. I can begin sabotaging their comm and sensor stations. I believe this is unnecessary for success here but it should make the attack go smoother. With your approval I shall proceed.

EDIT: Additions

As soon as Jekyll sent off the message the sensors on his own monitors began beeping. A tactical overlay began showing Sith ships warping into orbit over Taris. It seems the man is impatient. There was no time for such a complex operation now. Jekyll could only hope to knock out their main command center but that would be a difficult maneuver.

"Protocol six." He ordered his personal commandos in black fatigues.

Immediately he ran to his personal quarters to change into a Republic officer uniform. One which had been taken off a corpse that was now at the bottom of some toxic lake on the planet. It had the insignia of a colonel. He strapped on the various weapons he carried with him. Not too many, as Jekyll preferred to improvise. Toxic darts, a toxic injector on his arm, a blaster, few grenades, slicer spikes and a vibro-knife. Standard equipment for any Imperial Intelligence agent. Jekyll went back to the command center to find the four commandos waiting already in Republic armor.

Jekyll nodded to them and together they made their way back to the shuttle. Trying to land the shuttle in a Republic base would be suicide. But Jekyll had the pass codes, saving them for a time like this. They took off right away and flew past the lines towards the Republic's main command center on Taris.

"Once we land, play pazaak in your heads. I don't want any Jedi sensing our intentions." He ordered the commandos who nodded. Not that it was really necessary. All of them were trained in deception and subterfuge. Masking their minds from the Jedi was second nature to them now.

A hail went up as their shuttle closed in on the Republic base. Jekyll transmitted the pass codes. The port officer on the other hand immediately approved their landing. Jekyll exited first in a pristine looking Republic uniform. He was flanked by the four Sith commandos dressed as regular Republic soldiers. The helmets obscured their faces.

No welcoming party came to greet them as it seemed the base was now alerted to the presence of the Sith fleet. Personnel were running in all direction and nobody seemed to notice them. Jekyll decided they had to look hectic as well in order to blend in. With a nod to his men he took off at a jog while pulling up the base layout on his datapad. The Sith Commandos followed as Jekyll led them towards the comm relay.

[The Zeonic States]

Imperial Frigate Blood Wing

Taris System

The Hyperspace transit didn’t take overly long due to the Hyperspace course for the planet being a relatively common transit along the Hydian Way. After but a handful of hours the Fleet had arrived at its destination and one by one began emerging from hyper space in the System. Like a tidal wave of imperial forces the armada just kept exiting real space. It was well over a hundred warships and easily the largest fleet the Empire had fielded during the entirety of the conflict.

Darth Krujas had remained aboard the Bridge during the transit although he had been kept busy by constant status reports and directing the Ships personal to their duty stations within but a few hours they would engage Republic forces and this ship, this Armada needed to be ready for that.

This wouldn’t be the first time he claimed a world from the Republic and it undoubtedly wouldn’t be the last.

However once they emerged into real Space The Dark Lord glanced to his Personal Holopad which was suddenly beeping due to it receiving a message. He quickly read over the message from imperial agent Javen before shaking his head with bitter amusement. The complexity of the plot had been reduced due to the fumbling imperial captain and while he would pay for he could hope but wish Javen well during the assault.
He slowly assumed his position within the Command Chair as the Fleet continued to speed through the System; passing planet after planet there was only one world of note within this sector and that was their target.

“Prepare all Vessels for ship to ship combat; standard imperial overlapping fire formation.”

“It will be done my lord” the chief bridge officer responded.

One by one the Imperial vessels fell in line with the Sith Lord’s Orders going into the Classical Naval tactics they had all been drilled within; The Dreadnaughts and frigates were assuming frontline due to screen for enemies while the Carriers took up the rear as to unleash their fighter swarms unmolested while the Destroyers made sure no enemies made it close to them. When done right the overlap formation was a nearly impenetrable defense in space.

“Prepare Boarding Parties and departures for the planet below…Prep my Interceptor.” The Dark Lord added to his final command.

“Yes my lord.” The bridge officer stated as the Imperial fleet began loading drop pods, shuttles and interceptors along with their Starfighters for depature; So far they hadn’t encountered any Republic Vessels but that was most certainly going to change as they neared the Planets orbits.

“Oh…Inform the Dreadnaughts…If they see that captured imperial ship…Give it a Mercy Killing.” The Dark Lord added as he rose.

“Captain you are in charge of the Fleet I will join the Battle below once it has begun along with the rest of the Sith.”

Yes my Lord.”