(This is a sort of continuation of "Outcasts amongst outcasts" where we explore what Prognie did with Relak and Cimil. This would happen a month and a half after the two are captured and then released. The post will contain some information but any other information should be directed to a discussion thread. It is likely that your character could be on korriban as this happens a month and a half later. )
The rebel fleet stood parsecs away from the planet Korriban, they had managed to calculate how far back they could jump in without being detected by any of the sensors on Korriban and because the planet lacked a major defensive perimeter there weren't any sensors in space besides the ones that belonged to the few ships in orbit.
Commander Caton stood aboard a Hapan Battle Dragon that was acquired through a split in the Hapan Consortium that broke some of the Consortium's military holdings. The fleet backing up the Battle Dragon consisted of various ships of old design to somewhat new classes. All in all the fleet size was formidable compared to the defenses that littered the surrounding area of Korriban.
Beside Caton stood two sith, they had managed to get captured by his group , and being a part of the Eternal Empire and sith meant they had enough ground to kill them. But the two did not just stumble upon them with nothing, they carried valuable information. The two told Commander Caton that through secret means the Emperor resurrected an academy there where many sith were training. The Sith were a powerful ally to the Empire, they gave them the edge in victory and with this information Caton knew he could strike at them hard and assure that later on they would have the ability to continue striking.
The two also gave him information regarding hyperspace routes that wouldn't be used as well as the size of the fleet in orbit and the vital information regarding how often it switched or decreased or increased. Currently the defense fleet was at its smallest, only consisting of a few Victory-Class Star Destroyers, they would eventually be no match to the overwhelming firepower that Caton had brought.
"Commander, a scout team has been sent forward, should we commence with Illusion Phase 1" the captain of the ship was a loyal man, he believed in freedom and had eventually learned to adopt Caton's idea of freedom at any cost. "Yes captain, send the first four squadrons forward, have them engage the Star destroyers, lets test them out."
Caton turned to Relak and Ciml, "Let us hope the information you two brought to me is real, if not, expect to be jettisoned into the vacuum of space."
Through the view port four squadrons of snubfighters took flight: x-wings, b-wings, y-wings, and a-wings were going to test the capabilities of the armada present. They weren't there to win the battle, simply to feel the water.
Supreme Commander Alor
The planet of Korriban, a desolate wasteland, due to the power of the Darkside which overpowered the planet. For centuries, even millenniums, the Dark Lords of the Sith, when they eventually died, chose to be buried here, the very foundation of the Sith. The first place where The True DarkSide had been bred.
Outside of the planet, in the very vacuum of space itself, lie the major defense of the historical planet. A minor Military Fleet, dedicated to the very purpose of defending Korriban, floated in space, patrolling the perimeter. Because of its low priority in the large picture, The Korriban Defense Fleet was slightly outdated: 1 Empire-Class, 3 Imperial II-Class, and 8 Victory [I & II]-Class Star Destroyers, with minimal supporting frigates and cruisers.
Vice Admiral Odeb, in whose care the planet had been placed, had served in the Imperial Navy for now 20 years, and was a veteran who had never been given a chance to prove himself. Charged with caring for the Outer Rim planet, desolate and deserted of any “port” for his men to visit, he quite a hard time keeping them entertained and disciplined. But amazingly, he had managed it, and of course, High Command never knew.
A few days ago, he had received a communiqué from the Grand Admiral himself, stating that a simulated-Commander was going to be assuming semi-command within his fleet. Odeb was to let him command the fleet unless things got nasty, which it was not expected to. And yesterday, the awaited shuttle arrived, carrying a Sith Simulated Commander. Commander [SIM] Caligulae had been shown to his quarters, which he soon left to tour the Star Destroyer on his own, meeting and bonding with the men whose lives he could command. He was, as it happened, touring the pilot ready room, when the call came in, along with the General Quarters/Battle Stations klaxon.
"All men to battle stations! Ready Fighter Wings 1, 2, & 3, launch. Wings 1 & 2 form a protective screen, Wing 3 begin a patrol of the perimeter. All pilots be prepared for engagement and combat."
And with that, Caligulae was on his way to the bridge, where V. Admiral Odeb was formulating his options and preferred courses of action. While 2 wings of TIE fighters and 1 wing of Interceptors launched, from the Empire-Class alone, forming up with their counterparts from the rest of the KoDF [Korriban Defense Fleet], to deter the intruders,
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
( I don't know if I am supposed to wait for Caligulae but I won't since I want to get this moving and apparently cimil doesn't see fit to respond in a RP made for his benefit. )
The squadrons reverted to sublight speeds after popping into existence near Korriban. Undoubtedly the enemy was alerted to their presence so everyone was prepared for engagement, the x-wings, b-wings, and a-wings were the primary snubfighters for engagement while the b-wings were going to be used for recording. The pilots were all great pilots and had flown in different simulations with different ideas of what to expect. This was all being relayed back to the fleet, even if the sith didn't know that.
The x-wings locked their s-foils in attack position and were the first to head out when the first wave of fighters was coming. The small ragtag team of snubfighters must have been a funny thing to them, almost a laughing matter for the commanders of the ships as well as the colonels of each of the fighter squadrons coming at them. But there was a reason why Commander Caton did what he did.
When the fighters were within range the small fight ensued, as long as they could keep up and shoot them down then one of their goals could be successful.
Darth Caligulae
Darth Caligulae strode into the bridge and stopped, looking out the windows. After a few minutes of contemplation, he made his way to the communications officer. Soon, the following order could be hear all arround the ship.
"Fighter Wings 1, 2 and 3, engage the X-Wings! The rest of the pilots, head for the your ships and stand by for further instructions." He Ordered.
Afterwards, he started to use what little he had learned of an ancient technique called Battle Meditation to help his fleet.
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
The b-wings were the first to begin engagement, flying off into action the b-wings did not prepare for a dog fight as much as they were preparing their own trap. Flying over the fighters the b-wings turned back around where they fired torpedoes at the screens of fighters but the torpedoes weren't meant to hit them, the torpedoes were set to explode within a certain distance of the fighters. The explosions of all the torpedoes covered the fighters instantly in fire some of them continued on but some of them, as suspected, veered off expecting to be blown up and collided with fighters around them sending each other spiraling without control.
The x-wings and a-wings then moved into action going after the remaining fighters that had managed to see through the plan and began to try and pick off the remaining force while the y-wings, fitted for the task at hand, were recording the entire thing from reactions as well as the larger ships looming in the distance.
Darth Caligulae
Looks like this isnt going to be as easy as i thought Caligulae thought
"All fighter wings scramble arround the capital ships and open fire on any enemy that approaches!" He ordered "Fighter wings 3, 4, 5 and 6, engage the remaining X-wings!"He said as three wings of TIE Fighters and one wing of TIE Advanced aproched the X-wings, opening fire.
Supreme Commander Alor
Vice Admiral Odeb watched the newly trained Military Sith work. He had grasped the minor concepts of space warfare. Fighters were vital, one could have a million Star Destroyers with no fighters, but could be defeated by a foe with ten thousand Star Destroyers and a full complement of fighters.
The three TIE Fighter Wings and their complement of one TIE-Interceptor Fighter Wing flew quickly through the vacuum of space. Odeb saw what the Sith was trying to do, but had a few ideas to add of his own.
The TIE-Interceptor was one of the fews ships that was better than the Y-Wing. Looking down at a list of current fighters:
Wing 1: TIE Fighter
Wing 2: TIE Fighter
Wing 3: TIE Defenders
Wing 4: TIE Fighters
Wing 5: TIE Interceptors
Wing 6: TIE Fighter
Odeb opened his own link to Fighter Control.
"Launch another wing of Interceptors, Wing 7. Reroute the Wing 5 to deal with the Y-Wings. They have yet to engage, and I smell a vornskr in nerf hide. When Wing 7 is assembled in space, detail a fourth to assist the Defenders [Wing 3], half to assist Wings 1, 2, 4, & 6 in their engagement with the X-Wings and A-Wings, and the rest to distract the B-Wings."
In seconds, the additional fighters were launched, ready to engage the enemy. Odeb wondered how the Sith would respond, but pushed it to the back of his mind as he began redeploying the capital ships to better defend the planet.
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
"Scar leader, we have more snubfighters on their way. They'll overwhelm us if we don't get out now."
"Copy you Scar 5, all squadrons are to prepare for hyperspace immediately." The fighters did not waste time, nor did the y-wings which had made the jump after it was commanded. Fighters were still being engaged and some of them were lost to the battle, but that was to be expected.
Finally the fighters had all jumped, at least what remained of them. Those that had ejected and lived knew the risk and that they would be captured but it was a risk willingly taken.
Outside the system
Caton had his ships retrieve those that were still badly injured after the jump. Tractoring them in the y-wings were a priority as those held the recordings. Caton and his tacticians had gotten the recordings out quickly as possible and were analyzing what they had seen. The capital ships were moving strategically to defend the planet, excellent.
"We can hit them hard if we jump at these coordinates, we'd be able to move in before all their fighters can be redeployed allowing our bombers to get in a few licks." One of the tacticians stated pointing at a piece of the holoprojection of Korriban with a laser pointer.
"No no, if we hit them head on in a wedge formation we can drive ourselves through them inflicting heavy damage from the center. It also positions us above the planet allowing us to kill two mynocks with one blaster shot."
Caton sat listening staring at the projection and then smiled, "How about we hit them on two lines and use both ideas?" Both tacticians looked and mildly pleased nodded, "We'll come in head on and another group will make the jump at those coordinates. Their fleet there is already pathetic, we'll split them and then we'll wrap around them constricting them until every ship is down." everyone at the table nodded in agreement. Pleased with their acceptance they all planned to have the attack sooner than later before the sith went out to inquire as to who attacked and before more ships arrived.
45 Minutes after planning
Caton stood in the bridge once more, the fleet had separated off, one was preparing their jump for a whole set of new coordinates while his was preparing to hit them head on drawing their main forces to them.
"Standby for my command, all ships ready for hyperspace immediately." He tapped his foot against the floor as he waited for everyone to prepare.
When he was sure everyone was ready he nodded, "Jump!" The ships slipped into the tunnel of lights and speed, the all too familiar mesmerizing field of hues flowing by.
The 9 capital ships and 30 frigates accompanying his attack force reverted back to real space and made use of sublight speed. "Deploy the first fighter screen, all ships form up now. We're heading straight for the fray." Caton did not waste time, he wanted them to have less time to think and formulate their own strategy and resort to unconventional methods which most of the officers in the Imperial Navy were never taught or used to. He did not allow any comm communication to happen, he knew why he was here and did not have to explain. They'd find out soon enough.
Darth Caligulae
"Send 1 Imperial and 3 Victory-class Star Destroyers forward to meet the enemy head-on. The remaining forces stay back and defend the planet. Ground defenses, you may open fire when ready."Darth Caligulae ordered.
The Star Destroyers moved forward to meet the enemy and deployed the TIE Fighters, Bombers, Interceptors and Defenders, who, along with the Ion Cannons and Turbolasers on the ground, began swarming the enemy forces,
who began to move twoards the planet in a wedge formation.
Upon seeing what was happening, Caligulae gave this order "The Star Destroyers that are defending the planet, have half the TIE fighters form up a protective screen. The rest of the ships, prepare for take-off."
Darth Cimil
Cimil strode to the hangar, a squad of pilots followed. Cimil had requested his own squad and had recieved command of Dark Squad. Each pilot had talent and had proven himself countless times before. Sirens rang as cimil approached his personel ship. Cimil climbed inside the modiefied sith intercepter. He strapped himself in, and placed his comm set in place.
"Dark squad, count in." His black gloved hand flicked a switch and he waited for a reply.
"Dark one standing bye."
"Dark Two standing bye."
"Dark three standing bye."
"Dark four standing bye."
"Dark five standing bye."
"Dark six standing bye."
"Dark seven standing bye"
"Dark eight standing bye."
Cimil sat back and slowly eased his ship up. He sat floating for a second before he lurched forward. His squad followed.
Darth Macht
((I haven't finished all of "Outcasts Among Outcasts" but I'll read more and I think I've got what I've needed.))
Lentri trotted down the hall, looking down the lit corridor at an opened door, now leading into a hanger. He waltzed down to a TIE-fighter and looked around briefly. Curiousity had taken over.
"Perhaps it would be forgivable to take this little ship out if I were to perform some... acts of patriotism," he reasoned, looking at the ship with envy and then out at the others outside, now flying everywhere.
He hovered his hand over the vehicle, opening the cockpit and starting it up. Lentri fell inside, his scar from his previous duel with the Sith Relak now stretching causing him to flinch as the pain swelled. Lentri stretched himself in the small vehicle, causing the pain to recede.
"Ah, command?" he laughed. "I'm joining our little armada, orders?"
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
Caton smiled, "Sir, they are rushing us." tapping his fingers against the arm rests of his seat on the bridge he let out a small laugh. "Have our targeting computers lock in on that Imperial Star Destroyer, transmit that data to the rest of the ships and fire at it. We'll show them why the Hapan's designs that are seen as flaws are actually advantages."
The Hapan Battle Dragon focused it's attention on the Imperial Star Destroyer that was cruising for them, when the time came he'd be ready to fire at it when they came in range. He just had to bide his time and submit accurate information to the rest of the ships so they could target it and bring it down faster. With all the ships attacking one ship they stood a better chance of punching through the shields and into the hulls.
'Captain, we're within firing range, shall we?" the officer on the deck asked Caton. With a quick nod the order was followed, the Battle Dragon's turbolasers began to fire. Caton had the ship outfitted with recharging lasers so now only did they rotate allowing for just as many shots, they allowed for quicker charging shots. With all his ships firing at the Imperial Star Destroyer it would soon fall.
"Dark Squad, you take down those fighters. Deja Squad, you are in charge of distracting some of those turbolasers on their other ships while we take down the Imperial Star Destroyer." The rest of the fighters had been ordered to pick off ships and with corellian gunboats also helping along with the picking. He simply smiled, they weren't even done yet.
Darth Cimil
"Understood." Cimil nodded as though prognie could see him. Quickly he readied his weapons system.
"You heard him boys, weapons ready, sheilds up." Cimil powered his own sheilds and focased in on the enemy. He wasn't the greatest pilot, but he had been put through training during his days at the lab. Quickly he locked on to his first target, a basic TIE fighter, Cimil fired and looked with satisfaction at the following burst of flames and smoke. The rest of his squad began firing. Cimil locked onto another ship, only to have a plume of smoke start leaking from it as one of his squadmates got a direct hit. The ship began spinning out of control before it blew apart.
Cimil glanced at his radar system.
"Dark three, watch it you've got a tango on your tail." Dark three pulled a quick manuever only to have the tango fire a near miss. Dark three swirved, trying to catch his opponent off guard. It was a game of chicken now.
"Dark three, just take him out now, we don't have time for games." He awaited a reply.
"One second, I just have to see if this pilot is another clone, or a real man." The two ships came ever nearer to eachother. Just as it seemed they were about to collide, Dark Three turned away, making himself a helpless target. Cimil had no time to aid his fellow before the opposing fighter locked on, and blew Dark Three off of the face of the universe.
Darth Cimil
Cimil was stunned for a mere second before he reacted. Cimil was in a perfect position to take the enemy down. Cimil blocked out the rest of the battle and zeroed in on the pilot. There was a quick double beep as he locked on. Cimil fired once, and the left Ion plate (wing?) came free of the ship. The ship began spinning out of control, it crashed into the star destroyer harmlessly.
Turning his attention back to the remaining fighters Cimil checked in with his remaing fighters... The ships fragments came crashing towards Cimil's ship. He was able too avoid contact.
"Prognie, I hope you have plans for that star destroyer, we can't fight'em forever.
Supreme Commander Alor
Vice Admiral Odeb watched in horror as the Imperial Star Destroyer’s shields were slowly, but surely overloaded. The Dragons’ turbo-lasers ate through and began beating upon the armored hull, when multiple hits occurred they blasted away sections of the hull, opening it to space. As the atmosphere exploded outward, the reactors let go. The Imperial Star Destroyer turned into a great ball of fire that quickly consumed itself, its shockwave flying out in all directions shattering the closer fighters, and jarring those further out.
Quickly recovering, Odeb made his way to the CommStation. Upon arriving, he was surprised by a quick chirping, then a message from an source that registered as Sith.
"Ah, command? *laughter* I'm joining our little armada, orders?"
Odeb quickly responded to the Sith. "Welcome to Korriban. I would suggest taking the TIE-Defender, and leading a squad. Take along a few TIE-fc/i’s to scout and use as enhanced targeting. When the time comes, your task will be disabling the lead enemy ships. Command out."
Switching frequencies, Odeb opened up the channel to Imperial Navy Sector HQ.
"This is Vice Admiral Odeb of the Korriban Defense Fleet, hailing ImpNavSec HQ. We are under attack, I repeat, under attack. It appears to be 9 Hapan Dragons, respectable condition and 30 supporting frigates. We just lost one Imperial-Class Star Destroyer, repeat ImpSD lost. Requesting reinforcements."
After 15 seconds of silence and normal comm. white noise, an answer came.
"This is Admiral Dalin of ImpNavSec III HQ. We copy. You are under attack by 9 and 30, and have lost an ImpSD. Reinforcements are jumping now. ETA 1 day. Keep us posted."
Throughout his years of service, Odeb had gained a reputation, and that was what gained him the quick and positive response. He didn’t 'call wolf'' like other commanders. If he needed help he called for it and it was sent, if not then he merely reported action.
Walking back from the station, he headed to Fighter Control and spoke the words he never thought he’d say,
"Launch the droids. Swarm them around the capitals, both ours and theirs. For us, as a stealth detector. For them, annoying gnats. I want their gunners too concerned with getting hit by either laser or drone fighter than to fire at us."
As he spoke, the ground hangars opened up, and craft after craft of TIE-Drone fighters poured out, mindlessly heading to their coordinates.
Darth Macht
Lentri signalled for a few other troops to move into their scouts and linked up a short-wave radio system between them. They all zoomed into the battle now begginning and saw the true status of the situation. And Armada of Elite Hapan ships were attacking supported by many smaller fighters and bombers. They were descending into the near-sky atmosphere now.
"Pick some off," Lentri ordered, pushing down on the accelerator.
His ship zipped past a group of Hapan bombers, blasting one apart. His fellow squadmates followed his example, pushing inward and blasting the enemy with light cannons.
"Taking fire," reported one of Lentri's pilots, his wing now being shredded by fire.
"Go down and repair," Lentri ordered. "Fighter 2329, escort him to base. There, we've blown another two fighters out of existance. Look, they're falling back to their ship. They're little raiding party has been damaged, but in a few minutes they'll probably repair their ships and move in again. Command?"
Lentri awaited his signal to connect to his commanders.
"We've repelled a small bombing squad of about seven ships," Lentri reported. "Three down. The other four are returning to the docks in their capital ships. One of my fighters lost his wing and is being escorted back to base. We're going to fall back and scout out some of the lower atmosphere now. Orders?"
Lentri pulled his ships down, his squad following obediently. In a few minutes they reached an area near the ground and began scanning.
"Sir, I've spotted a moving object," reported one scout. "I'm sending your ground scanner a beacon pointing it out."
"You're talking about the moving small being?" Lentri asked.
"Yeah," responded the scout.
"Negative, that's just a bit of sand and a rock," Lentri confirmed. "Continue scanning."
Darth Malice
Bane stood motionless in the center of the bridge aboard his Imperial Star Destroyer, Apocolypse. He was flanked by two imposing Venator-Class Destroyers, Alpha on the right and Omega on the left, each with their full compliment of fighters, gunships, assault ships, and the like. The three capital ships combined totaled nearly 1,000 fighters. They were all needed desperately over Korriban.
"The time has come." Bane's voice was even, but heard throughout the bridge and echoed across the bridges of both Venators. The three ships slowed out of hyperspace and stood not far from the chaos before them.
Clearly the Alliance built up to attack Korriban was of respectable size and skill, but were obviously focused on the battle before them and were not quick enough to notice reenforcements arriving at their rear. Gabriel waited only a moment before giving his first order.
"Launch our compliment of Skiprays, which are of the capital ship variety. They will remain hidden here until called upon." Malice was not one to repeat orders and hated hearing his owns words repeated back to him. His men were more than capable of responding upon first mention. "Once we are in adequate range launch 15 squadrons of ten V-19 Torrents from both Alpha and Omega followed immediately by 15 squadrons of ten ETA-2 Actis from both Venators. Once clear, launch 5 squadrons of 5 ARC-170s, 3 from Alpha and 2 from Omega followed by 50 LAAT gunships, 25 from each." Gabriel went silent for a moment as the three capital ships closed in on the battle.
"Commander Riley you will assume command upon my departure. I have thoroughly outlined your course of action in this datapad. Do not derail from it whatsoever. I will assume command of our first TIE Interceptor squadron. Once I am clear you will launch 4 more squadrons of 10 Interceptors. This will be followed by 6 Lambda shuttles. These shuttles have their purpose and all pilots have already been detailed on their instructions. Your job is to simply launch them at the right time." Malice finished looking over the details entailed on the datapad and once satisfied handed it to the Commander.
The last blast door closed behind the Dark Master as he made his way to his own TIE Interceptor. After surveying the exterior and interior components using the Force, Malice entered the cockpit and settled into his seat. The Interceptor hissed and then came to life, hovering a few feet above the hangar deck. He positioned his headset and made contact with Commander Riley on the bridge.
"Once all fighter squadrons are launched they will form up in 5 levels of 20 crafts. Break them into waves of 1 minute intervals. Do not fail me Commander or this will be the last piece of the galaxy you lay your eyes on." With that, Malice readied his squadron and after launching himself, they followed in unison.
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
Sitting alone, shadows engulfing his every feature, the Supreme Prophet watched his Prophets go about their work in his ship. His sat in his private quarters among A Divine Wind and his eyes were locked upon every move his Prophets made, and every Force impression left. He had grown suspicious and weary as the plan to control the throne proceeded, trusting no one. He knew he must decide what course of action was best for the Church...and himself. If continue on with Prognie or betray him to Shadow. His mind raced as he thought he would attempt to retrieve a report from his current "partner".
"Are you there?" Praxeum spoke as he commed the Grand Inquistor.
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
Caton sat watching the relaying information go across the screen as well as various officers updating him on what was going on. He was pleased to find out that the forces here were going to draw out more ships, a smile formed upon his face. Looking at his tactical officer he too smiled, "So whoever is running this show wishes to trap us. Wouldn't you agree?"
The officer nodded in agreement, "They wish to close off our exit strategy, or at least they are running under the impression that if they overwhelm us they can close them off on us."
Caton nodded, his guess was the same one he had, "I agree, let them come closer to us. The imperial navy is undoubtedly hoping we'll try to run. Continue to press forward and keep hammering away at their ships one by one. It'll draw this other fleet closer to us, and if you remember the Imperial Navy cannot handle close naval warfare when they risk damaging their ships"
"What shall we do about our other ships waiting in reserve? Shall we wait to call them in?" The officer waited for a response.
Caton rubbed his chin as he thought, "Keep them in reserve just as planned, we'll surprise them by flanking and eventually engulfing them completely."
When Caton had given his order his ships kept pushing forward ignoring the additional ships that had come in. For now their job was to destroy as many of the oncoming ships as possible and then worry about the rest when they came close.
---------------------------------
The Grand Inquisitor sat quietly in his office, the darkened room was lit only by a datapad that had been left behind by one of his agents, how stupid of them to leave behind something that stores information and displays it on a screen that he couldn't read anyway.
The comlink on his desk began to beep quietly, reacting Prognie grabbed it and brought it close to his ear where he heard on the other side the Supreme Prophet's voice. "I am here." He said it trying to get him to go to the point.
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
"How are things proceeding?" Praxeum asked as he walked down through his domain, hands clutched around his personal ring. Once belonging to Lord Kaan, this ring held a special place in Praxeum's heart - Shadow gave it too him at their first meeting. Though Praxeum was unaware of Shadow's identity back then, it still meant much to him. He sat behind his desk, staring at the ring, trying to think of what he should do.
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
Prognie didn't like the prophet trying to stick his entire nose into this business, they were partners but in no way did that mean Prognie had to disclose everything to him. The grand inquisitor grew weary of him and expected his loyalties to eventually force them to part, but that would happen then and right now he'd have to keep him at bay. "Everything proceeds as natural, did you expect otherwise?" There was a bit of gloating there but it was well deserved and it would hopefully deter the man from further questions, though in this line of work Prognie had learned to give only as much as you needed while the best secrets were still being kept.
Such as the secret of Prognie releasing Cimil and his other friend on Korriban with a rebellious group who would hopefully level the planet destroying a handful of sith masters and students as well as various sith who were visiting it as it was some holy land for them. For now he suspected the Emperor wasn't aware, he wasn't informed of issues such as these because his advisers as well as dark lords loved to clean up the mess and present to him a situation that was already taken care of and was taken care of efficiently.
Major General Celestial
Relak ran down the ramp to the hangar knowing that he had been left behind. He spotted a Tie Iterceptor and hopped inside. He took out his comlink.
" Commander Caton, dp I have permission to join the fight?"
What that said, he awaited an answer from Caton.
Darth Malice
As Malice, leading the first Interceptor Squadron, closed in on the battle before him, he really got an idea of what lie ahead. He counted 9 capital ships and 30 frigates, along with an endless number of fighters. He added 350 of his own fighters along with over 80 other larger attack craft.
"All fighters will hold back until I give the order to engage. Once engaged Interceptor Squadron One will focus on the capital ships shields. We must disable these shields by whatever means necessary. Stand by for my command."
The Dark Master's squadron neared the battlefield and as they did Malice focused his energy and reached out to the minds of each pilot, seizing control of their every movement. They would not fail and he would make sure of that.
"Torrent squadrons One through Three focus your firepower on the frigates surrounding the first capital ship. Draw their fire and keep them off of us." Before they reached the onslaught Malice banked his Interceptor hard right, heading for the far capital ship. It would be his first target and, in time, it would fall.
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
Caton stood watching from his personal quarters all that was happening, from this very room he could command the entire fleet. As he watched the tactical display he could see small incoming fighters labeled as interceptors. A smile formed upon his lips, "Captain, tell our guys in those torrents to take out those interceptors. Have them follow them around for a few taking a few random shots but analyze speed and maneuverability and then when they have that have them fire at them when they can determine their next steps. They shouldn't last too long, I don't know what idiot commander would send interceptors to attack a capital ship but we're not here to second guess their mistakes."
Watching the display some more his ships were still pushing forward as he had asked, unfortunately a few frigates had stopped functioning and some had even exploded. There had to be losses he suspected, but the gains would be much more important. An attack like this would stir up dissent in the galaxy and slowly more and more people would find the confidence to attack other sith controlled planets. With the loss of one capital ship they still had enough firepower to keep pushing forward and dismantling their capital ships with their focused firepower. One by one they would have victory, one the sith would feel crawling up their backs.
Supreme Prophet Praxeum
"I did expect to be kept up to date during this process." Praxeum said, adding venom to his words. He was growing worried, anxious, and angry and not knowing how the misssion was going was only growing his fears. But he was in tune enough to keep that out of the Force as well as skilled enough to keep it out of his voice, but he made sure Prognie knew about his anger. "Just make sure the Church remains up to date. I would hate to have to come handle things myself."
Grand Inquisitor Prognie
"Patience, even sith must realize that lying in wait allows for a better success. You are too eager and eagerness is what causes foolish mistakes. If you do not trust in my plan you do not trust in me, if you do then trust that there are reasons for my lack of communication. Patience my friend, all good things in time." Not waiting for Praxeum's reply, Prognie threw the device to the edge of his desk and sat back. It had been a while since he had rested or slept, he was running off meditations and techniques but the overall affect was the same to him in most cases.
------------------------------------
5 lightyears from Korriban
"Sir, our scouts report that the Sith fleet is engaging a ragtag fleet of rebel ships. Should we still engage?" the captain of Darkin's small pirate fleet was very competent and Darkin never felt he had to give the man advice unless he truly wanted Darkin's opinion before making a decision that was dangerous for the crew.
Rubbing his chin Darkin thought about it and then finally responded, "Let dem rebels have their slugmatch with the Empire." The plan was to catch the Empire with its pants down. There were priceless artifacts on Korriban that could be sold, while the most valuable items belonged to the Emperor and were scattered wherever he wanted them to be, these were empire items that could be sold and exchanged, just as he liked them. So Darkin would wait, he would let them fight for a while and tire themselves out before coming in. He might even manage to convince the rebels he was helping them and he was, but he liked it with the empire in charge because there were more opportunities to undermine one man's rule than a thousand men's planets.
Major General Celestial
Relak stared in the empty hangar. He was getting to anxious, but he knew anxiety led to death. He sat there, waiting for a response. The, suddenly, it came to him. He would sneak out of the secondary hangar.
He ran as fast as he could towards the doors, as he did, they briefly opened. He ran foward on through them. He silently made his way down the hall to the second ddor to th left.
Here, he came upon the briefing room. There was a whole table of statistics and names. Then in the middle was a hologram of the battle taking place. He looked as he saw that his side was getting slaughtered.
Finally, he found a break in the defense, a whole big enough for a transporter to go through. He raced through the doors to go out, for he was going into the depths of Korriban.
Darth Cimil
Cimil called back to the fleets main ship. "Ready three drop ships, I'm going to drop for the planet." With that Cimil turned the ship around, and started heading back for the fleets command ship.
Major General Celestial
Relak walked to the others. He flexed in front of the prisoners, and showed them that he was going to slaughter them. They were not going to live long.
He went up to the administration level to talk to the overseeer. He looked him straight in the eyes. He told him that he wanted a match with the prisoners, with almost all of them.
