Rebel Attack

Grand Inquisitor Prognie · Dark Lord of the Sith Joined: 11 May 2007 Posts: 1598

"Captain, all ships are ready to enter the system on your command. The jedi who are aiding in the space battle have prepared to deploy first, they are in their ships now and all they require is for us to enter into the system and give the word."

Thinking a bit he turned back to the captain and clasped his hand on the man's shoulder, "Captain, we are facing a big foe, and though this is no time to speak about this I am glad you are here. Together we shall extinguish one bit of the Sith's empire, if not, we shall pave the past for those that can. Prepare the ships to exit hyperspace and on my mark, we begin to strike."

Entering into the bridge the Admiral gave the order to exit hyperspace and out of no where the ship as well as its accompanying fleet popped into existence with full ferocity. Changing speeds to sublight the ships began to move forward, the sith ships orbiting the planet already began, "Mon Calamari cruiser, you are within Sith Empire territory, your codes do not match any of our ships. State your purpose quickly or risk engagement."
The Admiral smiled, from the looks of it his ships outnumbered them by many, disregarding his message he responded back, "The risk has been provoked. Let us engage." Finishing the transmission the Admiral ordered for all fifteen capital ships to spread out and to be accompanied by frigate ships. The jedi squadron had already been deployed in their stealthx ships, the force aiding them allowed them to disguise themselves when they attacked as well as helping them keep in contact with each other. Other squadrons had been deployed and were moving forward, the ships began to prepare for long range attack as soon as they were ready. The Empire would regret the day it began to rise.
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A blessed rage for order

I'd break the law once every week, just to feel your touch.

Supreme Commander Alor

((All right people, this is it!))

Grand Admiral Marix stood at the bridge of the Empire Class Star Destroyer Revan’s Fist. They were floating in an unnamed system closer to Dromund Kaas than Kuat. Two days previous, while out on a routine patrol with his ships, Marix had received a message from Inquisitors stating that the New Republic was going to attack the planet Dromund Kaas. Sending out an inquiry to the Sith, Marix had obtained seven fellow Sith to meet p with him before entering the fray. They were going to be here any moment, in Marix’s customized Suwantek TL-1800. Able to travel through Hyperspace at Class 0.5, they would arrive in time to join the battle.

As he was thinking, a proximity klaxon began to sound. On high alert since gaining the information, his small fleet had no time to build up and be reinforced. He was lucky that the other Sith would be here in time. One look at the sensor screen told him they had made it. Getting on the comm, he transmitted their landing orders.

Welcome my fellow Sith. You have made it in time. You will be landing in hangar A-6. I will await you down there.

As he finished, he turned with a swirl of his cloak and made his way toward the turbo-lift. Entering the lift, he sent it toward the hangar section. Getting out, he watched the craft begin its approach and landing. Walking to the ship, he waited at the ramp. Descending the ramp were seven Sith. High Prophet Praxeum, still showing signs of exercise from his duel with Inquisitor Gra’tua, who followed after. Next off were High General Vexen, Brigadier General Matas, Royal Guardsman Tarna, and Darth Zeram, all collaborating together, about the ground theater no doubt. Following that group was the newly knighted Darth Malice, looking slightly apprehensive, as this was his first mission for the Empire. Nodding at them as they passed, he gestured for them to follow him.

“Welcome to the Star Destroyer Revan’s Fist. This will be my flagship for the mission. You will be able to choose quarters for the remainder of the battle. You will be allowed to go to them after the briefing. Follow me, and please try not to break anything important.” Said Marix as he led them to the bridge. Looking back, he saw Tarna smirking. “That includes the hyperdrive, weapon systems, engines and mostly everything on the ship Tarna.”

As they reached the bridge, they followed him to a small conference room off of the bridge. Taking the front seat, Marix waved at them to seat themselves. After they had all sat, he pressed a switch and the lights went out, but a hologram appeared.

“This is the planet Dromund Kaas. Intelligence has uncovered a New Republic plot to attack this planet. Normally defended by two Corellian CR-90a Corvettes and a small complement of star fighters, it would be easily overrun by the smallest number of frigates. We have been sent to help defend them and kick the Republic back. As of right now, we have one Empire Class Star Destroyer, one Imperial Class Star Destroyer, one Dreadnaught Class ship, three Carrak Class Ships, ad two Lancer Class ships, along with their compement of TIE’s. I am expecting reinforcements from the closer ships later into the battle. Joining us then, will be my Executor Class Star Destroyer, one more Empire Class Star Destroyer, three more Imperial Class Star Destroyers, two more dreadnaughts, two more Carrack Class ships, and three more Lancer Class ships.
“High General Vexen will be leading our troops on the planet’s surface, defending against drop ships and rebels. Matas and Tarna and any others may accompany him. I will be commanding the fleet in space. Darth Malice has volunteered to help with that aspect. Any pilots may stay behind with me. After you have decided where you will be, you will receive your operating orders and report to your designated areas. Choose wisely and good luck. You are now free to choose quarters and ready yourselves for the battle.
“We will now jump to lightspeed and arrive in the system in roughly two hours. Be ready…”

Marix left them to disperse as they willed, and headed to the bridge. Going over the battle plan in his head, he hoped it was enough.
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Once known as Darth Marix

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

After the Grand Admiral dismissed the group of Sith, Lord Praxeum left without a word. Two of his best friends stood by the door, Darth Tarna and Matas, but Praxeum remained silent. The past year of constant working did not allow him leisure, it was if he had forgotten companionship completely. The long hall in Sector D flooded the High Prophet will memories of his past. His entire Sith career until he joined the Church was spent with the Armed Forces, he remembered how his old master, Minious, took him on countless missions through the galaxy to attempt to get Praxeum to join the Military. But when Praxeum refused, his training turned from challenging to abusive. Praxeum looked at the ground below him, unable to look ahead as his mind drifted to memories of his training. The countless hours his master spent “teaching” him lessons in pain. Praxeum cringed as he could once again feel his masters Force lightning running through his back once again.

Praxeum horrifying visions halted when he looked to see a room that he thought would fancy. He entered, throwing his bag onto the small cot and lying down to rest for a moment before the work began. He knew getting the Prophets, with all their information and holocrons, would be challenge, but he was prepared.
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High Inquisitor Gra'tua · Sith Marauder Joined: 18 Apr 2007 Posts: 1071

Gra'tua stood up after he was dismissed and walked twords Marix."Grand Admiral." He paused in thought before speaking again."Master, what would you have me do in this battle?" he asked calmly and with no emotion as he peered into the eyes of his old master. He was curious as to what the Inquisitor could do within a battle of ships and ground forces, seeing how his tactic were those of stealth and silence.
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Darth Malice · Sith Marauder Joined: 14 Jun 2007 Posts: 432

Gabriel watched as the Grand Admiral headed out of the conference room, most likely towards the bridge. He rose from his seat and silently followed in suit.

As he saw Inquisitor Gra'tua approach the Admiral he held back a few steps in order to let them converse. Gabriel was somewhat anxious to learn from the Grand Admiral and this was a perfect chance.

As he continued on down the passageway his mind was focused on everything Lord Prognie, his former Master, had taught him throughout his training. The tactical lessons he had given him may prove to be invaluable during his first real mission for the Empire.
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"Nikk Pryozz BANE! Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

Sleep would not come. Praxeum knew he could never again sleep on one of these cursed ships. His master’s wrath followed him through the ship, sending a painful and haunting sense through Praxeum. He reached out in the Force and threw his cot across his room, making loud crash that could be heard throughout Sector D. A man haunted by his past, Praxeum could find no peace in anything he did. He was in constant agony. But his fury drove him, and the pain is his breath. So he brought his outer cloak, a long black robe with a hood, to him and as he exited the room he lifted his hood. He would try to find someone he knew, he knew the thrill before a battle a long time ago, but he had never known it alone.
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Grand Inquisitor Prognie · Dark Lord of the Sith Joined: 11 May 2007 Posts: 1598

Above Dromund Kaas

The 15 rebel capitals ships were laying waste to the defensive fleet above Dromund Kaas. The unexpected raid of the planet would be no loss, but the strike against such a dark world would send chills through the Sith's spines that they would feel for ages.

"Captain, our ships have broken the defensive line, have them prepare for orbital bombardment. Let us destroy their precious sith artifacts. Once orbital bombardment has been done, begin landing troops and jedi if possible. We will finish off the rest of the fleet above the planet." The captain nodded and went off to give the orders to the ships that would begin orbital bombardment. "Also, captain, have them do bombing runs once the planet has been leveled. Better safe than sorry. We can't risk losing too many troops here." The captain nodded and began to work. Soon enough the planet would be more of a wasteland than it ever was before. The Jedi had agreed that these tactics were all but inhumane, but it was necessary if they were to win.
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A blessed rage for order

I'd break the law once every week, just to feel your touch.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua · Sith Marauder Joined: 18 Apr 2007 Posts: 1071

Bowing to Marix as he left, he would not bother him in this time of battle, instead he would go to find his sparring partner, the High Prophet. As he entered Sector D he could see the High Prophet leave his room and put his hood up. Gra'tua walked down the hall twords him and took a slight bow before him."High Prophet, may I be in your company. I do not wish to wait for the battle by myself, for it is my first. Instead I would like to ask a couple question about your expeirence in battle, that is if it is alright with you." He asked calmly as he started to walk beside the High Prophet.
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Supreme Prophet Praxeum

The High Prophet began to walk down the hall and noted that Gra'tua followed in perfect synchronization. "That depends." The High Prophet's voice was cracked and dry from the anger the had overran him only moments before. "I have experienced battles on every possible range of warfare. I have seen things that could haunt you in every moment of your life, leaving you with only agony and pain." Praxeum eye began to change. What normally was a bright pool of blue changed the hellish yellow-red that revealed the battle inside Praxeum, a constant war. "With this knowledge, would you still like to know the secrets I posses?"
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High Inquisitor Gra'tua · Sith Marauder Joined: 18 Apr 2007 Posts: 1071

Gra'tua had a slight chill run up his spine as the High Prophet spoke."I have been in a battle before, but that was with Vibro blades and against advasaries that were not so knowlagable as we are, but I still do not possess the knowlage of a battle that has the caliber of this one." He said calmly as he stayed next to the High Prophet."So yes, I would still be interested in these secrets you possess, any terror that comes from then I will have to deal with on my own." He spoke emotionlessly as they continued down the cooridor.
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Supreme Commander Alor

((Note: All this is happening an hour before the Rebels begin bombardment. So we are not going to be drastically late.))

Grand Admiral Marix watched as Gra'tua left him. He had not yet thought of a role for the Inquisitor. Rather, he had hoped that he could create one for himself. He sensed Gabriel Bane moving down the corridor, away from the bridge.

I will cross that bridge when I get there. Marix thought to himself.

Settling down, he watched the stars streak by in hyperspace. It would take roughly 45 more minutes for them to arrive. As he watched the stars, he began to formulate back-up plans and counter-plans in his mind. He had already selected the main plan of attack and would change it accordingly.

--40 Minutes Later--

The Sith had gathered in the designated areas. All those accompnying High General Vexen on the planet were ready in a shuttle that would go straight to a Carrak Class Ship that would take them down. All those who would fight in starfighters were in the pilot ready rooms and Gabriel Bane was back on the bridge.

The five minutes passed and the alert klaxon began to sound. The respective men, pulled back on the respective levers. All at once, the hyperspace kalxon died, only to be taken up by the proximity alarm.
Marix immediately stepped into the role he loved and excelled at.

Yelling out orders, he stepped over to the comm station nd gave Vexen the okay to pull out.

Surveying his surrounding, he was dismayed to see that he was gravely outnumbered. He was putting his three capital ships against fifteen. But he knew what had to be done.

"Once Vexen is onboard the Carrak ship, make a small hyperspace jump closer to their fleet. Begin plotting it now! We must only hold them off for thirty minutes. By that time our reinforcements shall have arrived. To all fighter pilots: I want you to become the biggest nuissance that you have ever been. It will be mostly up to you to either take them down or distract them long enough for help to arrive."

Vexen arrived at the ship, and they made the jump to hyperspace. Once again klaxons sounded. He watched as Vexen's ship made it's way to the atmosphere.

"Send one squadron to cover Vexen. Then proceed to launch 3 out of every 4 squadrons. Send one out of for to fly distractions on the rebels. the other 2 shall put up a defense screen around the ships. Gunners, fire at will. I am sending you a list of importance. Please use it to guide your shots."

With that, he sat down in the admiral's chair and began to assess the enemy fleet. He hoped the reinforcements would get here faster than possible...

Turning to Darth Malice, he watched the Warrior's face. He seemed to know what was expected of him in these situations. He had absorbed everything that Marix had said and done, and was now processing it all.
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Once known as Darth Marix

Brigadier General Matas

Darth Matas did not say anything. His face this time was of boredom and of slight irritation. If one would search his feelings through the force, they would rarely feal anything and when emotions were felt, they were of bloodlust and rage. He was known for being a ruthless monster in the battlefield and was renouned for his combative tactics and intelligence. He was merciless and violent to his enemies but despite these traits he was not considered a "true Sith". Unlike True Sith, he would not betray his comrades for any reason unless he was betrayed first. His purpose for being in the Sith was to bring order to the galaxy with a faction that did not place limits on one's abilities and to allow him to fight as he saw fit. He was neither ambitious as others being that he did not show signs to gain in power or rank but he instead excelled in whatever position he was given in order to rise through the ranks until he became a Sith Lord level Sith. This conflict caused various tactics to suddenly fill Matas' head as the second in command of the Army, it was his duty to think as he did. Various people he knew were with him including Tarna and Praxeum. He knew them for many years and grew to know them but still, he did not act as if he was friends with anyone. The green non-human Sith came up to Praxeum and asked him the question. The Zabrak shook his head at the apparent underconfidence of Gra'tua. Agitated with the question he heard and perhaps disgusted, Matas responded.

"It is foolish to hang to the words of others. There is no strategy to know when it comes to the battlefield, there is no secret that helps you. If you're good at what you do you'll survive, if you're not, you'll be one of the first casualties. You will not have any understandment of something if you have not experienced it. There's no secret because everybody knows the critical point of battle, stay alive and take out as much of the enemy as possible. That is it."

As he finished that sentence Matas went on ahead in his usual way sending dark sided power and energy where he went. He arrived to the designated position and stood there simply waiting for the battle to begin.
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"Get out of my way you pathetic koochoo sleemo, I will rip your brain out and crush it with my bare hands"
-Darth Matas

Sovereign Defender Tarna

Tarna sat next to Matas and just smirked. "Would you relax? We've been in situations far worse than this and made it out without a scratch." The Guardsman closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to relax for a few moments while he still could.
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High Inquisitor Gra'tua · Sith Marauder Joined: 18 Apr 2007 Posts: 1071

Gra'tua turned as the General had spoken to him. He had taken in every word to his mind and nodded as he started twords a shuttle, he would help the ground forces when deployed."Thank you General, I will keep that in mind." He spoke respectfully knowing his place as he continued by."Admiral, I will help the ground forces, send me when needed." He said calmly as he continued to his shuttle.
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Brigadier General Matas

The Zabrak was still with his arms crossed and his hood placed over his head. His whole face was covered by the shadow but all that was seen were Matas' eyes. To many they seemed evel and cold and were known to strike fear as soon as eye contact was made. His lightsabers within his robe connected to his belt. The Zabrak did not look at the human as he spoke.

"You say you've known me for years and you would still tell me to relax? I do not relax while the galaxy continues to be without order. I remember I told you once to stop being a koochoo"
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"Get out of my way you pathetic koochoo sleemo, I will rip your brain out and crush it with my bare hands"
-Darth Matas

Sovereign Defender Tarna

Tarna rolled his brown eyes. And so we begin with the Huttese. "Maybe it's time you learned to relax and stop talking about koochoos and schleemos." The Guardsman carefully lowered his hands to his lightsabers in case the arguement turned into a fight. Lord Praxeum was now watching the human and Zabrak out of the corner of his eye.
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Grand Inquisitor Prognie · Dark Lord of the Sith Joined: 11 May 2007 Posts: 1598

(( This is going to be prognie, sorry. I wanted to jump him in here real quick but he won't be involved in the mission itself though. ))

The Supreme Prophet sat within his office, quietly going over paperwork that was needed to be done and things the Emperor personally assigned him to . currently the High Prophet was off on a mission that was important to the Church. The Empire itself was aware of the rebels attack and to them it was just a church outpost that was as important to them as it was for the military. But to those within the know, it was important and it held some information of the Church that wasn't meant for eyes outside of it. Prognie asked the High Prophet to personally go and handle the situation, as anyone lower would fail.

Grabbing his comlink he hoped that the Admiral had finally reached his destination, if not then his need to reach him in communication would never reach him in hyperspace. To his shock, it went through, they were probably already engaging or moving in to. "Prophet Praxeum," Prognie waited for him to move out of ears way from any curious sith, "as you know the rebels are going to level that planet but before they do they'll want to take any information that's important. The Church's outpost there carries very delicate information that must not get out. I do not wish to remind you of what failure brings, and you must use any means necessary to secure that information without revealing its delicacy. No one should know, not Marix nor any of Arden's inquisitors. Those on this mission are disposable, that information isn't. Secure it, erase its presence in the system, and let the rebels destroy what they thing is useless information." He waited for Praxeum's response, which he suspected would be his acknowledgment of how important the information was.

(( Praxeum, once you respond I will once again retake the position of the rebels. ))
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A blessed rage for order

I'd break the law once every week, just to feel your touch.

Darth Malice · Sith Marauder Joined: 14 Jun 2007 Posts: 432

Gabriel watched as the Grand Admiral relayed the defensive strategies he had designated for this entanglement. It seemed he had every detail planned out to the smallest of degrees.

He paced around the bridge, watching the multiple stations follow the orders the Admiral barked out. He had a natural tendency of noticing the most minute mistakes and he was trying to make sure everyone was on their toes.

He absorbed each order as it was given, trying to play out each move in his head. He kept his arms behind his back as he went from one side of the bridge to the other.

He finally arrived back at the center, next to where the Grand Admiral was sitting. They were now overlooking the entirety of the battlefield.

As he stood next to him, he could sense something deep inside of him. A feeling as if he was needed somewhere else. He shook it off and refocused on the object at hand. Though he desperately wanted to be in the midst of the fighting, he felt he was needed here.
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"Nikk Pryozz BANE! Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

Grand Inquisitor Prognie · Dark Lord of the Sith Joined: 11 May 2007 Posts: 1598

(( At request of Praxeum I will be controlling his character to proceed with things and he will take control when he gets a chance. ))

Praxeum had moved away from the group, making sure no one was in the corridor he had ventured off to he listened to Lord Prognie's message. The reminder of the importance of the Church's work was instilled in him. "Some of the crew members aboard this ship are important to the Empire, though. Should their lives be risked-"

Prognie listened to Praxeum protest the motion to use any means necessary, even his friends. "Do not let your respect for your friends hinder your job. You know the Church's work is of the utmost importance and one of the most secretive. Get the information, remove its existence from the system there, and let the rebels take their victory if they must."

Prognie's measures were extreme but Praxeum understood that the Emperor would expect no less. Sacrifices had to be made, and if he had to the sacrifice would be made for the Empire, at least that's what he kept telling himself after his master's figure disappeared. Returning to the group he would away the orders, the Rebels had already started their assault and would wipe them out if they didn't move in quickly.
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A blessed rage for order

I'd break the law once every week, just to feel your touch.

Supreme Commander Alor

Grand Admiral Marix watched as his orders were carried out. He closed his eyes and reached out with the Force. He could feel the newly made Darth Malice confronting the struggle within himself.

opening his eyes, he concentrated on what was happening in the space around his ship. He saw Vexen's cruiser slowly edging toward the planet. It would make its move when the real clash began. As he thought, his mind turned toward the Sith on that ship. He had not been in the Empire as long as they had, but he had befriended many of them. Brigadier General Matas, his former master and friend, was certainly tense about the operation at hand. Tarna was definitely trying to loosen the atmosphere by making some good and bad jokes. Gra'tua was a little harder to figure out, he was new here, and this was his first mission. Most likely he was figgiting in his seat, and asking questions that annoyed Matas. Praxeum seemed would be most likely secluded from those around himself, meditating on the upcoming battle and mission.

Turning back to his ship, he watched as the Rebel ships responded to his appearance.
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Grand Inquisitor Prognie · Dark Lord of the Sith Joined: 11 May 2007 Posts: 1598

The sith's defensive fleet above Dromund Kaas had been obliterated, troops had been landed to begin taking out the ground forces below. THere were a thousand well trained soldiers as well as thirty jedi, a formidable force for the forces below. But things changed, the sith brought in a reinforcement fleet.

The commander smiled, "It seems they are going to give us a much more admirable fight. Captain, prepare the jedi using the Stealthx fighters, tell them that their job is to stay hidden while firing at important points on their capital ships. I want bombers at the ready, I want a swarm of fighters to blanket over their fighters opening up a path for our Y-wings to strike. Small frigates should flank any incoming fighters while capital ships should move forward in a V form, with the largest ship at the point going towards them. IF we can get in there we can begin to tear them apart from the inside. Do not be fooled by their numbers, sheer force does not win a battle." He allowed his command to ring through the ranks. The ships began to move and the stealthx's had already deployed and then disappeared from sight as they moved toward the oncoming ships. The fighters began to prepare to come in from all sides on their fighters and the small frigates were preparing to strike at any fighters from the sidelines. The big ships would go at it today, and that was fine with him. He awaited for the Sith's response, if they pulled some new maneuvers they would begin to change their tactics as well.
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A blessed rage for order

I'd break the law once every week, just to feel your touch.

Darth Malice · Sith Marauder Joined: 14 Jun 2007 Posts: 432

Gabriel crossed his arms and watched as the Rebel Alliance reformed. It seemed as though they were trying to spearhead their way through the Sith fleet. It was an obvious strategy, but that didn't mean their was an obvious solution.

Walking over to a display that digitally re-imaged the entire battlescape onto a smaller screen, Gabriel went through numerous scenarios. The Sith fleet only needed to hold the Rebels off for a short amount of time until the entire power of their reinforcements arrived. This, however, may prove difficult as so far, the Rebels had been devastating the entirety of the present Sith fleet. Somehow they needed to cripple at least a couple of the Rebel capital ships.

Returning to the center of the bridge, he continued to replay the scenarios in his head. Analyzing each ship movement to the smallest detail. The scenario he found had the most success was as follows:

They were heavily outnumbered at this point, but he knew the knowledge of battle was in the favor of the Empire. All highly knowledgable members of the once formitable Rebel Alliance had either fled the known galaxy or had been dealt with by the Empire. If they suprised the Rebels they may be able to hold them off for just long enough. If they sent their frigates straight towards this makeshift "spear-head" created by the Rebels, they could draw the majority of the fire. Although this would almost surely sacrifice the complete fleet of frigates, it was possibly their only resort. This would allow the capital ships to hang back and fire at will from a distance, slowing down the Rebel attack. Once the reinforcements arrived, the still outnumbered Sith fleet would be more than an adequate opponent and would represent the might of it's great Emperor.

He proceeded to the datascreen and input his idea. The 3-D images created the scene and everything seemed to match up as Gabriel had invisioned and he returned to the Grand Admiral.

"Master Marix." He spoke respectfully, but confidently. "I've come up with a scenario that I believe could prove very useful." He waited for Marix to signal for him to proceed, not wanting to overstep his place.
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"Nikk Pryozz BANE! Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

Supreme Commander Alor

Grand Admiral Marix watched as the rebel fleet turned to meet its new challenge. As he watched it, he got a call from Vexen that the troopships were taking off into the planet's atmosphere. High Prophet Praxeum would be directing the Sith as to where to go from there.

"All shields up, high power. Divert power to shields 50%, weapons 20%, and drives 30%. This is subject to change, so keep up with me! Put the fighters onto high alert. Keep them close to our ships for now. Gunners begin a fire at will on my mark."

He broke his gaze at the enemy ships and looked at Darth Malice. "I believe that I will hear you out. If I find your reasoning sound, then your movements will be considered. Please indulge me..."
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Darth Malice · Sith Marauder Joined: 14 Jun 2007 Posts: 432

"I believe the only way for us to hold off the Rebel fleet until our reinforcements arrive is to take them by suprise." He punched several sequences into the datascreen that appeared in front of the two Sith.

Finally, Gabriel's proposed strategy appeared. "If we send all of our remaining frigates straight towards the center of the Rebel formation they would draw the majority of the fire. This would allow our larger, more powerful capital ships to hang behind at a much safer distance. Also, our capital ships would be able unleash their full firepower upon the Rebel attackers without worry of our own defenses. We would have time to take out at least a few of their capital ships, swinging the numbers in our favor once the reinforcements arrive."

Gabriel stepped back and searched his own knowledge, making sure he had covered all steps. He then turned his attention towards the Grand Admiral, who was deep in thought.
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"Nikk Pryozz BANE! Do-ro'ik vong pratte!"

Supreme Commander Alor

Grand Admiral Marix ran out the scenario through his mind over and over again. It seemed plausible, but he wanted to be sure. Finally he made his decision.

"Malice, you seem to have a knack for this knind of work. We will use your tactic until the reinforcements arrive."

Turning to the correct stations, Marix began shouting out more orders, all to get them ready for Malice's tactic.

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Once known as Darth Marix