<font color=red>And thus the leader vanquished a mighty
fleet, destroying a major enemy in the process. The battle would
be long and fierece, and forever would the two friction grounds
over it.</font>
-Chronicles of Mordat
"My lord, they do not stand down," General Dwight reported after getting the current relay uplink from the Rogue Imperial commscan. The emperor, draped in his Shadow Jedi robes and slowly running a hand over his jaw, he watched as the New Alliance ships pulled into position.
They are waiting for us to make the first move...His eyes wearily balanced on the computer terminal at the seat of his throne, which beheld the entire range of ships within the mighty armada. Reaching out with the Force, he met with each of the commanders, linking them, forcing them into a top efficiency.
He had witnessed Emperor Palpatine and Lord Vader use similar techniques to maintane their fleets and work them at maximum efficiency, such was noticed at the Battle of Endor, where when both fell and died, the entire fleet was thrown into disarray.
Emperor Fearsons could feel the emotions of each of his personnel in his body...fear...excitement...rage...passion...romance. It was thrilling to think of the pleasure that his men had found in such an activity...in victory.
When weapons were charged at full, he then took a brief moment to peer around the bridge of the
Disruptor. It was his flagship, and with thus was the fastest and strongest Star Destroyer in the fleet.
"Are the missiles ready?" he asked with no further delay, and he felt another ping of excitement bellow from the General as he reported.
"Yes sir they are," Dwight reported. The emperor then turned to look at him, smiling at his well set uniform, they had been drilling for this day for weeks.
"Fire the missiles."
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WaylandThe Sith fleet had literally destroyed the
Archammer's super laser, and the crew of the Interdictor had felt a whole lot better with that prophecy. Their gravity wells were still charged, and they were slowly seeking refuge behind the mighty
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AlmaniaEmperor Fearsons's navy formed up in perfect screening formations around the three flagships, the
Death's Hand, the
Sadistic Mist, and the
Disruptor, defending the three leaders of the Rogue Empire, with their lives if necessary. With the enemy five kilometers away, there was no way they could fire their turbo lasers...yet.
It was the
Redemption-Class Battle Cruisers and their remarkable speed that moved into position first. With their hundreds of missile launchers, they were a mighty foe for even the largest fleets.
Over the comm channel was heard the fateful call to the New Alliance. "Missiles away!"
Letting loose a fully volley of four hundred missiles, the Redemption then let loose with laser batteries as quick as it could. The bardanium packed missiles collided with the Battle Dragons first, causing explosive mushroom clouds on everything they hit.
Bardanium Missiles held the equivilent of nuclear warheads, but at a cheaper cost...and at a much smaller warhead. Further more, they did not have the catastrophic environmental problems that normally occured with nuclear explosions.
The battle dragons took the first wave of damage, followed by the Xiytls, and then finally the
Imperial-Class Star Destroyers.
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SSD DisruptorFearsons watch with optimistic delight as the explosions rocketed the enemy fleet, sending pieces of shrapnel throughout the whole of space, followed by continuous mushroom clouds. Cause and effect...the New Alliance was the cause, these missiles and the Rogue Empire were the effect.
"Turbo lasers firing on the Battle cruisers sir!" General Dwight reported, causing Fearsons to leap from his seat.
"Tell them to get out of there," he demanded, watching as one of them turned into a fiery combustion.
"They're trying sir, there's just too much of them."
The emperor watched sadly as another one, this one dubbed the
Ravenblade scintillated and crisped into nothingess. But with such, the Rogue Imperial fleet was nearly whole again as the Redemptions moved back into line to prepare again for an onslaught.
"Is the door open?" Fearsons requested hurriedly.
"Negative sir," one of the helmsmen reported. "Door will be open in two minutes."
