"Reversion in 5 minutes." Called out the watch officer.

Marshall Vernen nodded and shifted his large bulk around in the command chair. That was the worst part of commanding a ship. The Command Chair's never felt quite right, maybe after this operation he could convince the engineers on Farquak Junior or Grenon to design a more comfortable command chair.

"Status?" He asked.

"All systems are a go. Engines are fine. We are good to go sir."

"Reversion in 1 minute."

Vernen braced himself for the jolt of hyperspace reversion, despite all the advances in space travel there was always an uncomfortable bump caused by the sudden deceleration.

Vernen smiled. I'm complaining a lot today aren't I?

"5 seconds, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0."

Right on time the Iron Fist reverted from hyperspace in the Thyferran system.

"All ships form into Strike Formation Alpha. Launch Defenders and Battle Droids in a defensive screen 10 kilometers in front of Iron Fist."

"Communications, jam all long range transmissions and transmit the surrender order."

A moment later the voice of the exalted leader of the Farquak Empire, Crinium, was heard over the comm waves.

"This is Emperor Crinium, Leader of the Farquak Empire. We demand the immeadiate and unconditional compliance to all these terms.

One, The immeadiate surrender of all assets including, Capital Ships, Shuttles, Fighters, Transports, Shipyards, Ground vehicles, any personal weapon of stronger power than a sporting blaster and ground installations in the Thyferran system.

Two, All officials of the Union of Free Worlds, LFX Industrial and any of their Subordinate organizations be turned over to the Farquak Empire security troops pending descisions on whether to try and convict any of them.

Thank you."

ooc Fleet Manifest:
Capital Ships:
1 Imperial Star Destroyer Mark II-1600m-Iron Fist
1 Imperial Star Destroyer Mark III-1600m-Harbringer
1 Imperial Star Destroyer Mark II-1600m-Hellfire
1 Victory Star Destroyer Mark I-900m-Claw
1 Victory Star Destroyer Mark I-900m-Deception
1 Victory Star Destroyer Mark I-900m-Rampage
1 Ssi-Ruuvi Shree Battle Cruiser-900m-Deception
1 Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Red Dog
1 Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Battle Dog
1 Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Blood Dog
1 Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Death
1 Aegis Star Carrier-800m-Blood Gutter
1 Missile Cruiser-500m-Fire Bringer
1 Missile Cruiser-500m-Sidewinder
1 Missile Cruiser-500m-Hibernia

Shuttles:
50 Sentenial Shuttles

Fighters:
500 Ssi-Ruuvi Battle Droids
114 TIE Defenders
50 TIE Interceptors

The old Imperial air raid system hadn't been used in years. It was a relic of the days when the Empire had controlled this world, a primitive though effective way for the government to alert the populance of an enemy who had choosen to attack by air. The system had last been used more than decades ago, and since had sat collecting dust.

The sun had barely set when the first piercing whistle broke the still night of Xuphra City. The whirling sounds of the city's air raid sirens reverberating from every surface, like the screaching call of an ancient demon beating on the surface of the planet.

Confused and panicked citizens ran from their homes, looking to the skies, as if they could see the monsters that threatened their peace and their lives with their steel chariots.

Imperator Kalenda heard the sirens even as his speeder stopped outside the doors of his mansion. He swore and yelled to the drive to head back towards the government compound.

He arrived there flanked by half a dozen aides, all chattering away and appraising him of the developments. They all entered the Situation Room, which was ten times as loud with voices, and moved to the holoprojector in the centre of the floor.

It showed a wave of red blips entering Thyferran space, all identified as ships of the Farquak Empire.
"Holy Hell..." The Imperator breathed, counting the numbers. Star Destroyers and Cruisers, the whole lot of them. Enough to quell half a dozen systems with ease, even.

He looked at the blips silently for a moment, then said, "They're given their terms?"
"Yes, Lord," an aide replied, "the usual. Surrender of all assets, turn over any officials..."

Kalanda nodded, sighing.
"We have some of those new ships here?" The aide nodded.
"A half a dozen, sir. Command indicated that Thyferra is of High Priority." The Imperator smiled thinly.
"Good. Have them transmit to Commenor, are under attack, request assistance." He paused. "Relay that to the Swarm and the Crimon Regime... and the Empire. Maybe the Regent might be interested in saving his Bacta."

There was a nod as the aide ran off to comply with the orders, and the Imperator turned to the next man.
"Broadcast in the clear on behalf of LFX Industrial that we are sorry for any missed Bacta shipments and that anyone who wishes may take up the issue directly with the Farquak Empire."

The aide nodded and ran off as well, and Kalanda turned to another man.
"Connect me with their flagvessel."

The aide turned away with a 'Yessir', and a moment later indicated that the Imperator step into the communication centre and send his message.

"Forces of the Farquak Empire," he began, "I am High Commander Kalanda of the Thyferran Home Defence Corps. You are in violation of Union Space and as such are ordered and suggested to leave this system immediatly. Refusal will be met with resistance.

"Thyferra out."

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OOC Manifest

Imperator Mark III Class Star Destroyer Tyrant
Aegis Class Star Carrier Archammer
Aegis Class Star Carrier Bastion
Nebulon D Type Frigate
Nebulon D Type Frigate
Nebulon D Type Frigate
Nebulon D Type Frigate
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-3
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-4
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-5
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-6
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-7
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-8

The Sith Master had been traveling for some time now under cloak. He now arrived in the Thyferra system only to find a group of ships gearing up for battle. His original intent was to steal a ship from the LFX Industrial fleet. Now, however, he saw a much better target.

Imperial Star Destroyer Mark III, Harbringer.

An Imperial MK III Star Destroyer would fit much better into the plans that his brother, the Dark Lord of the Sith, had for the galaxy. It would fit also so much better into an already swiftly growing fleet. If this mission was carried out successfully, these fools would never even have a clue who had stolen the vessel. The would also never find out.

It is not as if the Dark Lord of the Sith had never acquired anything illegally before. He was, after all, one of the most ruthless and cutthroat men in the galaxy. It was also not the first time Meschi himself had taken anything this large. In fact, one time not all that far back he had stolen an Imperial Super Star Destroyer. That was actually a challenge. It had ended in a war, luckily Meschi was one of the most efficient killers the galaxy had ever known.

This Star Destroyer may even end up under Meschi's direct command, though that was not likely. The Dark Lord of the Sith often made sure that Meschi was kept free for the mission of utmost importance. Sure, it had it's drawbacks. However, all and all he was an important man to his brother. Important enough that he trusted him to do a mission such as this, without back up. Though the backup was there, if it was needed. An entire fleet waited upon his command to jump through to this location and destroy any resistance to his attempt at grand larceny.

Meschi liked working alone, however, it provided him with so much more in the way of freedom. He never had to worry about anyone interfering in his work, or dieing on his missions. All he had to worry about was the completion of the task and the destruction of his enemies.

Meschi was tool, a tool of death in most cases. Entire governments and in some cases civilizations had fallen at his whim. He was known as the Destroyer, the Angel of Death, and the Reaper of Souls. He utterly and completely destroyed any resistance to his will. He was a servant of the Dark Lord of the Sith, that was true, but he was first and foremost a servant of the Dark Force.

Truly there were few who had ever killed as many or as much as the Destroyer, Lord Meschi, had in his lifetime. He slaughtered peoples, governments, entire worlds out of nothing more than pure blood lust. With each killed he fed and grew stronger. With each death he was even more immersed in the power of the Dark Side of the Force.

He was a machine, metaphorically speaking, programmed for one thing and one thing alone... destruction. He killed because it was his duty. He killed because there was honor in it. He killed because the Dark Lord of the Sith commanded it. However, above all he killed because he enjoyed it. Nothing more than pure pleasure.

Yes, that would make a much more fitting capture for his Lord and Master. Moving under power, the Sith Master remained cloaked as he approached the underbelly of the beast. It's bay was now just above him as he moved in closer. His cloak would keep him from being seen, but it would not drown out the noise of his ship's engines. So, as he moved close, he cut the engines and guided the fighter in under Force power.

This was something he had practiced before, so it was no real test of his abilities. He was, after all, one of the best in the galaxy at getting into places he did not belong. He had been doing it for so long now it was a second nature to him, much like slaughtering those who were not worthy of life.

Swiftly he set down upon the floor of the docking back, far in a corner where no one would spot his craft. After powering down, and locking the craft up, he covered it with a tarp and some nearby crates to conceal it from watchful eyes. He wore about him now a gift from his brother, a true black cloak which did not truly make him invisible, but gave the same effect. The true black of the cloak did not allow for light to reflect from it. It was such that the naked eye looked away from it instinctively for it confused the brain to see.

Moving swiftly, he made his way to the bridge. Through hallways and turboshafts he moved, like a wraith.. like a shadow. He did not exist. His mind wrapped around all others it came into contact with. Distractions here and there called them away from looking to closely in his direction, even though they would likely have seen nothing. He moved through empty turboshafts, at one point even having to dodge a car on it's way down.

Finally he reached the first level he needed to stop on. The main computer core room. Moving swiftly inside, he implanted the idea that all those in the room were needed urgently elsewhere in their simple minds. Swiftly, it was emptied and he could begin his work.

Always Meschi had had the ability to cloud men's minds. That was one of his only true Force talents. He was gifted in three things, really. He was gifted in the art of warfare, which was his specialty, and all that that entailed. Part of that was his gift of stealth and secrecy, the rest was the gift of being able to kill without remorse or fear. He was able to kill because it was his nature to do so. Nothing else came so easily to him. He was a master of almost all forms of combat and was able to create a deadly weapon out of anything, especially his body alone.

Secondly he was gifted at telekinesis. He could move objects, almost no matter the size, easily with his mind. He had always been able to do it to some extent but now, as a Sith Master, he was able to move things as large as a capital sized vessel.

The last thing he had always been truly gifted at was clouding the minds of the weak. This was actually the first area he showed real talent in. As a child he had been able to trick those assigned to watch him into doing just about anything, just by thinking it to them.

All of these talents added together made him nothing more than a warrior unsurpassed. It was his only calling in life, which is likely why he was so skilled at it. He had never really held command, though he easily had the sway to do so if he wished. It was never really in him to command fleets or men. He was a killer. He would never be happy doing anything else. This mission, now, was just an extension of that. Sure, there would be death, but also it was a chance to further improve his skills of stealth.

Could any other man make it into a ship such as this and to the bridge without being detected? Perhaps, but they were certainly few who could. This was a test, yes, a mission, yes, but above all, to Meschi at least, it was just a game.

Placing a few cards into the computer's core, they swiftly began to slice their way into the computer network. Reading numbers and codes then cracking them as they went. All and all it took about two minutes before the Sith Master had control of the ship's computers. He was extremely relieved to know that the slicing files he had procured had worked as well as advertised.

Quickly he changed all access codes to critical ship systems. He completely locked out all other access cards, codes, and over-rides. Now he had complete control of the system. That done, he shut it down completely, only able to be reactivated by his DNA scans. All systems, except life support, failed instantly. Emergency lights flickered on.

The Sith Master moved swiftly from the computer core room and towards the bridge. He no longer bothered with tapping the minds around him as they were all to distracted to notice a shadow passing them at speed. All were moving as swiftly as possible to correct whatever major failure had taken place with the ship. Most of the ship's crew were frantic and extremely worried for their own lives.

The Shadow, Wraith that was Meschi moved through the halls of the ship swiftly and eventually ended upon the bridge level. Now would be the fun part, the part he enjoyed.

Swiftly he burst into the bridge area. Moving at Force aided speeds, twin saber blades erupted from hands and arms now seen by the naked eye, though the rest of him still remained concealed within the true black cloak. Blades sliced and diced through crew member after crew member. Up and down through levels of the bridge until only one man remained, the commander of the vessel. The highest ranking man on this ship.

He stalked around the man and shrugged off his cloak.

"Weather or not you know who I am makes little difference. I will destroy you utterly if you, and all of your men, do not leave this ship at once. I control this ship, get off or die. This is your only warning."

Meschi glanced at his chronometer.

The entire thing from hyperspace entry to now had taken all of 6 minutes. He was getting slow in his old age.

(EDIT: Spell Check)

OOC Note:
Name Changes
Missile Cruisers names are:
Fire Bringer
Hell Bringer
Terror Bringer

Shree Cruiser's name is:
Flutie

Aegis Star Cruisers:
Red Dog
Battle Dog
Blood Dog
Death Dog

Also, you have zero (0) fighters, they aren't listed in your manifest, just so you know.

IC:

Emperor Crinium sighed as the message came through.

How stupid do you have to be. We seriously outnumber and as far as I can tell, outgun you.

"Ray shields up."

"Sir, Harbringer has just lost all power."

"Crap. The captain would never do something like that, it is sabotage, or else the ship has been taken over. Get a TIE Defender underneath it. Tell them to broadcast to all the Sentenial Shuttles to evacuate, though somebody has to send on their personal comlink a message telling everybody to abandon ship. We are leaving the system. Recall all TIE Interceptors. Send co-ordinates for a jump to Bakura, to the other ships. Speed up, heading towards Bakura."

"Yes sir."

Sentenial Shuttles poured out of Harbringer, as the TFE fleet prepared to jump into hyperspace...

The ship was abandoned, save the officer who stood shivering in fear before him.

"Well, well.. looks like they have left you. You have five minutes to be off my ship before I send your body into space via a garbage eject."

Meschi grinned as he took command of the vessel.

All to easy.

Silencer XP-7

In the distance, the lone defending Star Destroyer shuddered as it took another series of hits into its midsection. The LFX Industrial fleet was seroously outgunned, and by the looks of things reinforcements would be some time yet in coming.

Captain Yeven smiled thinly, his his gloved right hand gripped in his left as he stared out the viewport.

Time to change the stakes.

His craft was in position now, as where the other five Twilight Gunships assigned to Thyferra's defence. The stealthships were not designed to be battleships, but they were formidible opponents in battle nonetheless.

Yeven chuckled slightly and nodded off the to the side, not bothering to turn, knowing that his Executive Officer would take the indication correctly.

He did, and within moments the ship's weapons had come into position, the missile racks armed and ready.

At another nod from Captain Yeven, the ship's XO depressed a button. From the primary missile racks, thirty concussion missiles lanced out, crossing the space between the cloaked ship and its target Star Destroyer in an instant.

The first ten or fifteen detonated against the shields, seemingly harmlessly. The others, however, a mere fraction of a second behind, slammed into the back of the ship.

The Iron First shuddered as missiles exploded against her hull, striking around and in the engine comparments, shattering bulkheads and smashing metal.

Nearby, the Silencer XP-8's target, the Star Destroyer Hellfire saw similar explosions and damage across her hull and engine compartments. The smaller Aegis Cruisers, with weaker shields and hulls than their Star Destroyer counterparts, did not fare nearly as well. Secondary explosions began to go off, tearing into the ships.

Of course, the enemy craft immediatly began to return fire towards the point of origin of the missiles, but the Gunships had already moved, weaving through space to avoid the enemy fire. The ships' crews were trained to do such a thing after revealing their position. Naturally.

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OOC: Proposed Damage

Rear shield and engine/hyperdrive damage to:
Imperial Star Destroyer Mark II-1600m-Iron Fist
Imperial Star Destroyer Mark II-1600m-Hellfire
Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Red Dog
Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Battle Dog
Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Blood Dog
Aegis Star Cruiser Mark II-800m-Death

OOC: I am Crinium. And Isstal, before your missiles hit, I have to have a post to try and counter attack. Also, my ships wouldn't have shot at yours. And, my ISD's are at the front of mr formation, along with the VSDs. Your missiles would have to go through lots of ships before they hit the ISDs.


IC:

"Sir, numerous missiles just appeared out of nowhere."

"Crap. All battle droids are to shoot them down, our manuver into their path. All TIE Defenders, try to shoot them down. Raise the partical shields. Prepare the com."

The battle droid, who were still at the rear of the formation, near the Shree Cruiser, manuvered into the path of the missiles, and fire madly. Explosions were seen throughout the space, as missiles exploded and battle droids collided and exploded with missiles. TIE Defenders fired madly at the missiles, though mad sure to dodge any that got through. The partical shields started to rise, but were nocked down, and minor damage was inflicted on the Aegis Star Cruiser's hyperdrives, though two had enough damage that they would not make hyperspace.

"Thyferran Defence Corps, we are retreating, as you ordered. Please cease fire."

"No response yet. Our losses include every Swarm Battle Droids, the hyperdrives of Death and Red Dog and 2 TIE Defenders, that were somehow were destroyed. We also lost Harbringer, but you already knew that."

"Crap. How long to hyperspace?"

"One minute."

"Tell the crews of those Aegis Star Cruisers to initiate the self-destruct and to leave in escape pods, we will pick them up."

"Yes sir."

The fleet continued to advanced towards hyperspace. Suddenly, escape pods blasted off Red Dog and Death, all heading directly to various ships in the Farquak Fleet. The forward partical shields were lowered, so that the unseen enemies could not fire on them, and they were picked up. Then the fleet vanished into hyperspace, as Red Dog and Death exploded.

Onboard Harbringer, the captain of the vessel ran way from the unknown man, and down towards an escape pod. Before he reached it, he raided a weapons locker, grabbed four class A thermal detenators, and planted them in the engine room, set on a five second timer. Then the man sat down, and awaited his death. The explosion was magnificant, and it damaged or destroyed the engines on Harbringer.

My losses:
Harbringer
Red Dog
Death
500 Swarm-class Battle Droids
2 TIE Defenders

LFX Losses:
None

Lord Meschi's losses:
Proposed damage to the hyperdrive engines/normal engines

(Uhh... my ships were directly behind yours, not way behind you. And, as seen in The Bacta War, even with plenty of warning its nearly impossible to stop missile salvos. Also, there is no way in hell you could stop every missile, even if shooting them down was as easy as you wish. Lastly, according to Gue, you don't have any Battle Droids.)

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The missiles exploded magnificently across the rear of the Imperator Star Destroyers, their explosions tearing into the engine housings and destroying those pieces of equipment on the enemy Star Destroyers and cruisers.

There was no way they were going to hyperspace now, and even as the other vessels made the jump, those half dozen remained stubbournly behind, stuck with no means of escape.

The cloaked warships turned their heavy ordnance launchers on the bridge towers, heavier missiles lancing out and smashing into those structures, taking them apart in a matter of seconds.

The broadcast was sent immediatly that all those remaining warships should surrender, and ion beams began to lance out from the ships in orbit to disable those vessels...

The Sith Lord followed the good captain, not that he didn't trust him but rather that he did. He trusted him to attempt to go down with his ship. Once the captain reached the armory, however, he found his access codes no longer worked. He was completely unable to enter. Meschi moved up behind him, startling him with the snap hiss of his lightsaber.

"Tisk, Tisk, good captain. You were trying to damage my ship. Now, you have left me without a choice."

Meschi's blade moved evenly, slicing flesh at the neck of the ship's captain. The scent of burnt flesh filled the air and a dull thud echoed in the empty hall as the captains head, then body, hit the floor.

OOC:In Bacta War Lusankya didn't have like 500 fighters providing cover from anything. And IC, you can disable 6 ships in one post. I am giving you the hyperdrives of Iron Fist, Red Dog and Battle Dog, half of the ships you mentioned.

IC:
Crinium frowned as the missiles destroyed the hyperdrives. Ion Cannon bolts flew out at his ships, trying to disable them. Thankfully, his other ship had already made hyperspace. Unfortunately, three of his ships were pinned here.

"Commence the self-destruct. Code Alpha, Gamma, 50494 authorization Crinium, Leader of the High Council, Emperor of TFE."

"Self-destruct commencing. You have five minutes to evacuate. 4 minute 59 seconds, 4 minute-"

The alarm was sounded, but the crew was to smart. LFX would not capture any Cren this day. On each ship the Cren ran down to the reactor, or as near as possible and started to plant Class A thermal detenators around it. Even if the self-destruct was stopped, every Cren had class A thermal detenator, and they made sure each one was placed inside of the reactor room. They did not then wait for the end, no they walked towards the Hanger, and set up E-web 15 heavy blaster cannons in the halls to get out of the docking bay. Troops had blaster rifles ready, they would take as many enemies as possible with them.

OOC:
I'm not losing 6 ships, but I'm giving you the chance to somehow board my ship, turnoff the self-destruct and then disable all the class A thermal detenators. Oh, and getting past the E-webs and troops.