The capital vessel Kamon was on moved forward towards the Chiss command vessel. It intention was on getting Kamon close enough that he could hop over via shuttle.

Chadd wanted help and he was going to provide it. The ship continued on its path. It would take fire and would fire back, but it would get Kamon to his destintion.

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Voltimas' attention landed once more upon Fearsons and Xilen.

"Yes, I do think we have interrupted something. Well now, boys. What are you to bickering about?" The Lord gave and uncanny grin.

Voltimas shrugged off his cloak. Beneath the drab black material was a plain black fighter's gui. At his sides, and then instantly in his hands, were two metallic cylinders. A tilt of his head and his neck cracked, echoing a sickening crunch in the area. First one, then the other, the weapons ignighted. The one in is left hand gave off a soft blue glow. The one in his right, gave off a deep crimson glow like the wake of a tidal pool of blood.

"I want to play... oh, but which side to play on? That is the question of the day isn't it?"

Meschi turned to his Lord and spoke. "We have company coming."

"Excellent. More parties to join the fray. Now, to the matter at hand."

The twin blades of hard light energy hummed and whirred as they were twirled deftly in the skillful hands of the Black Knight. Suddenly, he moved..

With the swiftness only the Force could muster, Lord Voltimas was in the crew pit of the vessel. Two officers cleaved in half as his blades drew around him in blinding arcs of speed and precision. Another two down in an instant. Bloodless gore riddled the area as the searing blades cut flesh and left a foul stench in the air.

Taking his cue from his master, Meschi brought forth his weapon. Much like a glaive in design it was, instead, a double ended lightsaber. It's crimson blades roared against the room's air as the Sovereign Protector and Sith Master moved with skill and grace into the opposing side of the crew pit. Within short moments the bridge and command crew of the vessel lay dead and smoking.

Now it was down to only the players of this game.

The speed and skill with which these acts had taken place left no time or room for resistance. The crew, caught hapless by the awesome power of their foes, were destroyed utterly and without mercy.

Lord Voltimas flipped back to the command deck once more, followed by his loyal companion.

"Now, it seems as though that act put me on a side of this war."

Outside, distant in the viewport, the mystery fleet which had arrived and called themselves the Crimson Allegiance, vanished into hyperspace. Their master left to fend for himself, just as he had ordered it to be.

"Gentlemen, kind woman, shall we continue this fray or does anyone wish to concede?"

(O.K, this is my second attempt at a reply. Remember I am new to fleeting, so if I am wrong or if it is crap, calmly contact me over AIM, I am Dolash02.)

Regrad saw the mighty Chiss avoid some of his shots. Those @#$! piles of@#$!. @#$!.

He felt better now.

Now, he let loose a barrage of orders.

"We're too far. I want this fleet to pull up to point blank range with the (OOC: Vic star, whose name starts wtih D, I forget what it is right now) and empty all your missles and lasers into it. Kill it. Leave it dead. Shoot their escape pods. Melt their command bridge, KILL IT!"

His two Impstars, ignoring enemy fire and merely boosting shields from back up power, moved closer. The intensly intelligent and speedy AI minds set up brilliant point-blank defence, shooting with insane accuracy and striking any vessel which dared to close with them.

Then they came right next to the Vic. Two Impstars, each nearly twice its' size, pulled over, one on either side. And the three frigates provided one barrage, before forming up into their own "unit" and chasing the four carracks around hells' half acre should they dare harm the Oriflame or Mike.

Lastly, the Forty Five Tie Defenders, including their captain, Yolem, drew up behind Mike, got missel lock information from it, and came over to the other side, streaming another 90 missels into the ship.

(OOC: I know, Xilen, we had the big "That isn't enough to kill a vic in 2 posts" argument, but it isn't dead OR crippled, but I excpect at least some decent bloody damage for all this shooting)

(Also, the Mon Calamari will be done after school, I'm out of time now.)

Xilen, Meschi, Fearsons, and Arai stood in silence, each of them panting for breath, eager and nervous at the battle that would soon break out among them. The Chiss Emperor smiled casually. His face turned a faint green color, and within a matter of seconds, the figure of Nelix Galdra, Viceroy of the Trade Federation stood before them. "Yes... Emperor Chadd Fearsons. The potency of your training does you well."

With the flick of his wrist, his lightsabre was once again in his hands, pried from the clenching fingers of the half-chiss Emperor.

Xilen shot a look at a glowing red button across the bridge, and raising his hand, the force extending from his very fingertips, the button slammed down.



The crimson red glow of the alarm lights, and the everlasting blair of the alarm filled the command bridge of the Defender-Class Star Destroyer. The figure of Nelix Galdra merely smiled, and within seconds, his body vanished, leaving the three of them to man the bridge of a Defender-Class Star Destroyer prepared for an irreversable self destruct.

Moments later, Xilen appeared on the bridge of the Interdictor-Class Cruiser Spiders Web. A few shocked faces glaired at him, but the shock soon wore off.

"Order all ships to withdrawl to the Ando system, and then to Ord Mantell. If they are stupid enough to follow us into the unknown regions, we'll rip them apart as our ancestors did the Yuuzhan Vong invasion."

Officers scrambled to do there bidding, and within moments, the fleet entered hyperspace, leaving behind the ticking time bomb of the Defender-Class Star Destroyer.

(SCE Losses: 1 Defender-Class Star Destroyer [In sixty IC seconds, the ship will self destruct, and explode.] Incase anmy of you are wondering, Xilen didn't simply "Vanish" he turned into an Ameoba. ;) Congratulations on your victory.)

Lord Voltimas grinned, uncanny for him, turned to Meschi then vanished into the halls with speed granted him by the Force, after scooping Arai into his arms and taking her with him. Within moments, about twenty seconds of real time, they were in the cockpit of his still hot and ready fighter. He gave a glance, saw Meschi already clearing the bay doors, and closed the canopy, screaming off into the dark of space.

Two TIE Phantoms vanished into hyperspace, never seen by the general masses.

As the Sovereign Protector and Sith Master vanished in a blur, he reached out through the Force to the presence he had sensed before.

"Master Jiren, I would turn around if I were you. This ship is set to explode in 58 seconds."

Meschi was not sure why he had warned him, but.. he felt it was important and foresaw it as something his Lord would wish him to do. As the two fighters vanished into hyperspace to meet up with the Crimson Allegiance fleet once more, he informed his Lord of what he had done and was pleased to discover he had, indeed, been correct in his assumption of what he would have wanted.

Kamon was worried. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Maybe something bad had happened to the people on the bridge.

No he really felt it now. An insubstantial thought. Self-destruct had been initiated. Chadd was thinking it and now Kamon was thinking it.

He turned to the captain

"Turn around Immediately! That ships is gonna self-destruct!"

"Yes sir!"

The Azguard vessel wizzed out, and Kamon was away.

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The corellian Gunship sent a message to all ships, any ships in the area. Any vessels under the command of Azguards or Mon Cals (And I assume the others) Raced away.

But the Mon Cals closed with the fleeing Chiss, as did infact the Azguards, but this isn't their turn.

As they fled, last parting shots were loosed and missles were launched. They had seen off an enemy. Sure, the circumstances, all these Jedi, and infact the whole thing was just a giant piece of luck, but the point was they were safe, and had accomplished their mission. Proclamations of victory and success rung out from the worlds of the coalition, as the news reached them mere seconds later.

Once the Chiss were out of firing range, the Mon Cals moved back, and commed their world Ando, and the nearly taken world of Kamino, to ensure their safety.

(We won? We actually WON? Wha?

To coalition members and those who arn't but still contributed to this battle: Highly suggest you go to coalition forum on MCR board and discuss aftermath.

Xilen: Good work, and thank you. For not continuing to fight on, and the like.)

It happened quickly, so quickly Arai didn't have time to react at first. Emperor Xilen initiated the self destruct, vanished, and the next thing she knew she was being carted off the ship. Though with Xilen - her only means of escape - gone, she wasn't exactly fighting that hard.

However, why someone who was so obviously on opposite sides of this War than her was wisking her off a ship about to explode was more than a little confusing. Had the situations been reversed she would have left him behind in a heart beat.

As the fighter slipped into Hyperspace she leaned forward in her seat and peered over the back of his seat. Her hair spilled over the edge and she purred softly, though the anger and rage she had felt on the Bridge still bubbled just beneath the surface.

" Mind telling me who you are and where you're taking me?"