The holo-transmission activated once more upon every ship in the system able to receive it. In it's view stood a Sovereign Protector in full cerimonial armor. The armor covered head to toe, death black trimmed in crimson. This could only be the Grand Master of the Royal Guard, Carnor Jax. Before him was a figure, cloaked and kneeling.

"I am Carnor Jax of the Crimson Allegiance. As a demonstration of doing what you set out to, at any cost, Lord Voltimas has arranged for you all to witness the execution of one of the greatest threats this galaxy has ever seen to it's peaceful and harmonious existence.

The galactic criminal known as Diete Somir, often referred to as the Dark Lord of the Sith, Maim, will now be punished for his crimes."

Carnor Jax removed the hood of the bound man before him.

"Do you have any last words before your sentence is carried out, traitor?"

Diete Somir looked up, gave a grin, then said.. "Death is but a doorway."

With that, the Sovereign Protector raised his heavy modified blaster and slung a bolt through the man's head. The dead body slumped to the floor in a heap and was carted off.

"The Crimson Allegiance does not play games. We do not tolerate weakness or failure. Learn this, above all else, swiftly."

The transmission cut without warning.

Kenshin stood at the bridge beside Radon. The young man held a calm expression, his brow furrowed in concentration with prospect of battle.

However on the inside, he was itching with nervousness. He was the leader of the Royal Phalanx Guard Corps. A job that involved security formations and guard troops.

A job associated very little with warships.

So why the hell was he at the head of the Tholatin Fleet? He felt that he was only starting to get used to his position as Major of the Guards and here he was. In a totally new environment.

Though he would be giving the final commands, Radon was probably in a better position to lead the Fleet. The thought of transfering all authority to him brushed his mind.

However, Kamon wouldn't put him in the position if he didn't think he was capable. Kenshin decided he was here because he was himself.

Well then. I suppose I'll think like me and let Radon think like a Fleet Admiral.

Kenshin meditated as he tried to calm himself. The Fleet floated quietly through deep space.

Regrad stopped himself from striking his own vid screen as he heard the man speak. Cowards? He had fought The Enemey hand-to-hand. He had brought his fleet with no thought of reward or benefit. He had prepared his people for a war that did not concern their world solely in the name of saving lives that none of them will ever meet.

He opened a channel.

"We are the-" He decided to use their name for this, sod the secrecy.

"-Azguardian Galactic Military, allies of the Mon Calamaris and Members of the Coaliton. As you see the rays of red and green and blue arc from my ships and from theirs, as my soldiers sacrifice for those whom they have sworn to protect, as they burn in the void of space, you sit. And you Judge.

"It is unclear whether your Crimson Alliance or whatever is related to the Crimson Rebels. If you are them, then I ask why you do not leap to battle, as you promised to do by joining us in the coalition.

"If you are not, then I can see that you weigh the Pros and Cons like they are nothing more then minor options to you. You question who you will join, seemingly not from any moral standpoint, but apparently from value.

"We have come, not to slash at the Chiss, and to leave them dead or dying upon the battle field. We have come to repulse them. They have threatend near thirty Billion innocent inhabitants of a beautiful little world with possible threats of biological weapons.

"When that occurs, and you are there to save lives, you do not ignore them and loose. It was only with great forethought and concern that we begun the attack, escpecially listening to the governor of the world at risk, for it is he who represents those at risk!

"And now it has come to blows, and we desperatly try to annihalate them and drive them off before this possible terror weapon is employed.

"And still, you sit and judge.

"Listen to me, Crimson Alliegance, those who fight now fight for freedom. Join us, and you shall help save those at risk of death and oppression under the Chiss. Leave, and we shall bear no ill will towards you. Fight with them, and we shall descend with all our might and wrath upon you, whether we win or lose you shall regret that choice.

"So stand with us, prove your mettel, show your honour, and let us be friends. Or fight us, prove your evil, and you shall feel our fury."

End Transmission.

Jan smiled, as the ships flew forward at the newly arrived enemy Victory Star Destroyers.

"Sir, incoming message from the Mon Calamari ships, we are to attack their Carrack Cruisers. They are sending over the MC-40, Fish Mans' Delight to help out."

"Excellent. All ships, concentrate all fire on the two Carrack Cruisers that just arrived. Fighters, stay in close, away from their Lancer Frigates. If the Lancer come in, I want Freedom and Fish Mans' Delight to move out and neutralize them. All fighters, I want you to stay close to Freedom, unless the Lancer Frigates move in. Freedom, all laser cannons, fire on their fighters immediatly. Fighters, try to get targeting locks on them, and fire with linked salvos of missiles. Nebulon-B2 Frigates, assault the first Carrack Cruiser. Fish Mans' Delight, assault the second Carrack Cruiser."

Jan Dondana was surprised by the tactic the Mon Calamari Commander had shown. Why would he turn to destroy the newly arrived fleet, when he had enough power to destroy both fleets at once.

"Commander of the Mon Calamari Republic Military, if I may, I have a suggestion. Leave your Imperial Star Destroyers assaulting the enemy Victory Star Destroyers, they can deal with them. Take your MC-90 Star Cruiser and your three Nebulon-B2 Frigates out to assault his Defender Star Destroyer, while your two MC-40 Star Cruisers destroy the two Carrack Cruisers with that fleet. Meanwhile I can move my Interdictor Cruiser and the MC-40 Star Cruiser you have so kindly put under my command to destroy his three Lancer Frigates, which aren't effective at all against capital ships. Meanwhile my two Nebulon-B2 Frigates will wipe these two Carrack Cruisers out. All our fighters could go against any fighter threat that presents itself, while 50 MC-10 Starfighters protect the planet from any of these Hex Missiles."

Jan waited, this was a much better strategy then what was currently being executed.

OOC:Hint, hint, wink, wink, knudge, knudge Dolash.

The Spirit of Csilla rocked with enemy fire as the pockmarked bridge, now smoldering with small electronic sparks and smoke as the battle ensued. Xilen's face grew frusterated, the weight of a few Jutraalian PeFauna held him down.

His lightsabre had been cast aside in the midst of the chaos as the battle raged on the bridge of the Defender-Class Star Destroyer while a battle within Ord Mantell's planetary space erupted outside. Well done.... he thought as he struggled against three PaFauna.

And it was with that struggle that she emerged from the shadows....



The Devistation opened a barrage upon the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Mike. "Evasive maneuvers, Ensign." the captain shouted, heavy Turbolaser fire coming in from all sides.

Meanwhile, the four Carrack Cruisers had set up for an attack run. Crossing in-between one another at as fast moving pace, they managed to avoid turbolaser fire, taking a few minimal shots to the shields, but held firm. One stroke after another they past underneith, and above the Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Orifmale, the larger Capital Ship unable to lock there fire on the smaller, more adjile Carrack Cruisers.

The rest of the ships, quite strangely only took evasive maneuvers, a simple signal to the remaining non Mon-Cal, Azguard ships that they ment no hostility toward them.

(OOC: Sorry for the crappy reply, I am a little hustled for time)

What was he doing? Perhaps his brother's capture and eventual death had left him leaderless. Perhaps it was the knowledge he had obtained of his true origins. Perhaps learning of who he really was somehow effected who he had become. Perhaps he just felt it right. Or, perhaps.. he just needed someone to follow.

Whatever Meschi's reasons for choosing to side with Lord Voltimas, he had. Now he had taken a small craft from the ship he had been commanding, under his true name of Palpatine, to his Lord's flagship. It was, of course, odd that he chose to follow someone so less advanced in the ways of the Force than himself. However, he had chosen this path and now he would see his work done.

Upon reaching the hangar bay he was met by his Lord, Voltimas, and instructed that they would be boarding two of the TIE Shadows and flying, under cloak, to the flagship of the Chiss. There they would make their way to the bridge and meet with their leader.

"It should, if nothing else, be interesting." Voltimas had said, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

The two roared out of the docking bay, already under cloak, and flew strait through the raging battle until they reached the open bay of the Chiss flagship. Once inside close enough, the cut all power to the ships, but left them under cloak. Meschi used his powers of telekinesis to float the two fighters into a pair of rear, and obviously unused, docking clamps.

Finally, with a little bit of Force distraction, they exited their fighters and began to make their way through the ship. Silent, undetected, they moved swiftly.

The time was coming for a meeting of great minds.

(OOC: Xilen was greatly angered bythis post. It has been reomved for now. Later I will repost a revised battle post for the AGM and MCR)

Silent, unseen, it was the crackling of the cigarra as she inhaled the smoke through the filter that finally drew attention to herself. Pale smoke wafted past her rosey lips, a cruel smile curling at the corners, and she dropped the remains of the finished cigarra to the deck of the bridge. The tip of her stilletto boots snuffed out the embers as she spoke.

" So focussed on a single task you forget to search for those hidden," chocolate brown eyes looked to Fearsons from between long, delicate eyelashes. " Tsk, tsk, such a careless oversight by the man that would be the hero today, wouldn't you say so Daddy?"

Arai's eyes never looked away from Fearsons though her hand snapped out in a guesture toward Xilen and the Pefauna that held him. " You can let him go now," her voice dripped with such venomous hate that it was no surprise that the Pefauna were flung back away from the Chiss Emperor.

" And I believe this is yours," Arai's hand moved to point toward Xilen's fallen saber and it shot toward him an instant later, " My Lord."

In time, though not much of it, the bridge was reached by the two. The Lord of the Crimson Allegiance and his faithful enforcer, Meschi Palpatine.

A black cloak flows lightly around Lord Voltimas as he enters the bridge area, his eyes greeted by a scene of utter disarray. To his right stands tall and imposing a figured cloaked in black, beneath which black armor, trimmed in crimson, waits to be born to the world. A death black helm with a blood red trim hides his face, but nothing hides his presence in the Force. Not any longer, that is.

Until they reached the bridge the two had been careful to mask themselves. Not only to passing guards but to anyone sensitive to the Force. Now, however, the shroud had fallen and all was lain open.

"I see we have interrupted some sort of a party, Meschi." Lord Voltimas said, once more without any hint of emotion. Then he saw her, his eyes fell blank for a moment and stared as if he had never seen anything to compare.

Slowly, he removed his hood to reveal the well made face of a very young man.

"Why hello there. I am Lord Voltimas of the Crimson Allegiance, who might you be?" He said in address to Arai.

The transition from hyperspace to realspace was bumpy; that much Gash Jiren had become acustomed to. After a litany of battles against everything from the Yuuzhan Vong, to the Jedi, to the Sith, to the Empire, to Grand Admiral Thrawn, he had become quite used to the various effects that the gravitational fluxes of combat had on hyperspace travel.

It had, to some degree, become almost a sign of comfort for the Rogue Jedi Master. Regardless of the eccentricities of politicians and the meglomaniacy of warlords, battle was always the same: somebody won, somebody lost.

The Marauder Corvette Hermes laced its way through an initial volley of laser fire, not likely directed at it but simply the leftovers of space warfare flowing out beyond the perimeter of the fight. The ship's gravitational systems bucked and heaved in an attempt to compensate with the sudden movement, but Gash Jiren and Kasien Treseda sat rather calmly nonetheless.

"Intel says that our friend is on the Defender Star Destroyer," Kasien said, as much to the bridge crew of the Hermes as to Gash. "I suggest you head for it."

"Your orders are entirely unnecessary, sir, as is your tone." One of the Cobra-Omega Battledroids, rigidly manning a console, replied.

Kasien looked warily at Gash. "You ready?"

Gash smiled slightly, almost half-heartedly, and remarked, "Aren't I always?"

Kasien nodded, retrieving his blaster from his belt and removing the safety, seeming to examine it although he'd possessed the sidearm for nearly ten years and it was as familiar to him as the feeling of his own hand attached to his arm.

The hiss of hydraulics sounded behind the two men, and the metallic click-click of durasteel on durasteel followed, as D31 -- the advanced, sentient leader of the Cobra droids that served in the Rogue Jedi Order -- strode onto the bridge. "If you two are coming, stop playing grab-ass with one another and get moving."

Kasien looked even more warily at Gash, this time. "You didn't say he was coming."

D31 barked a reply at Kasien, detailing his father's sundry sexual deviances in saltier language than most beings had ever heard a droid use. Gash shrugged. "I said, ten droids. I didn't say which ones."

"One minute until we board that Defender," D31's metallic voice said, gruffly. "Let's move it," He fixed his cybernetic eyes, complete with a red optical scope linked to his rifle, on Kasien. "Now."

Kasien grunted and headed for the doorway, passing D31 by entirely without speaking to him. As Gash followed him, the droid turned and said, "You have asinine taste in friends, Jiren."

Looking down at the droid he'd created many years ago to lead a sentient army of robotic soliders, Gash replied, "I agree completely."

Minutes later, the Hermes had suction-sealed itself to the hull of the Spirit of Csilla, and blasted its way inside.