Tap Tap Tap
<font color=green>Often the sound of a running faucet whom simply would not shut off, or the last wavering cries of sanity before that final click to plummet one over the edge of his own grips. Often times the final sound one heard as footsteps paraded a man down the hall with his blaster in hand, thus pulling back the trigger and ending one so surely as he had begun.
Whatever the sound may ensue, the rattling tap tap tap no doubt omened foul fortune for those whom had so wickedly attempted to defile the galaxy that the races had worked so hard to morph from a crude ecosystem into a standing civilization with countless governments.
When those invaders had come they'd destroyed everything in their path, nothing was left for dry, nothing was allowed the sweet taste of mercy after brutal conflict. They had bittered the nourishing well spring from which life flowed, and had belittled the passions of man and fortune.
The Yuuzhan Vong deserved every defeat they felt at the hands of the Jedi, and at the hands of Colonel Fel, and at the hands of the crumbling Republic. They deserved the indignant quarrel that was bestowed upon them by - should they even exist - their own gods.
Damn he who believes in galactic domination! Damn he who believes in pointless death! Damn he who dare to try to belittle the hardships of what we have strived for! The galaxy, as a whole, manifested the greatest of glories, and no alien, no matter how scarred, no matter how wicked, and no matter how tatooed or holy they claimed to be had the right or priveladge to attempt to take this great area from us.
We stand.
We fight.
We fought them off once, and we shall do it again.
For they shall surely sing the sour tune of defeat. They shall fortune plango vulnera.</font>
The Enclave of Ignias had far too many problems as it was. With the Kharin-Igniasi War springing to from the bowels of the Unknown Regions they perhaps had little time to be doing anything other than attempting to crush their horrific enemies.
But this was far too important, this was something that needed to be done. However, contrary to the way the Mon Cals had done, the Enclave of Ignias had a far grander strategy for usurping power from the newly resurged Praetorite Vong. While Supreme Prefect Sawl, newly promoted to the joint chiefs of staff, would much rather prefer to be striking out at the deceitful Kharins, whom were threatening the Enclave's very existence, but he knew too well the errs of the New Republic during that dreadful invasion, knew too well Borsk Fey'lya's reluctance to become involved with the conflict, which ultimately led to his own death.
The Chiss had no intentions of allowing such a catastrophe to render their own planets. They had other ideas, they needed the Praetorite Vong eradicated.
Ever since their entrance into the galaxy they'd monitored their entrance, monitored their horrific massacre of Jaminere, of Nal Hutta, the destruction of the cities of Nar Shadda, and the near conquest of Ylesia, which was indeed valiantly prevented by the Rogue Empire. However, the Rogue Empire hesitated, and in that hesitation the virus that was the Yuuzhan Vong only grew and expanded.
But the Praetorite Vong too held a key. A key that endangered the very lives of the Enclave of Ignias. They knew the very coordinates of Ignias and the Csilla, they knew how to access Chiss space, and that could be detrimental to the Chiss way of life.
The secret, as Syndic Mitth'raw'nuroudo had so accurately described, needed to be held at all costs. The Yuuzhan Vong would never turn over their secrets, and Supreme Prefect Sawl, Syndic of House Aeroudae, was going to make sure of that.
Aboard the Allegiance, the newest and first Allegiance-Class Super Star Destroyer to be adorned by the Enclave, Sawl gazed with ruby eyes to pierce the ebon features, gazing past the twinkling celestials that seemed merely to stare back at him. A blank and wondering gaze, and he was locked in concentration. Oh how he felt like Thrawn at that very moment, staring determinedly into space, his eyes locked on nothing but everything all at once, his chin rested firmly in his palm as he anaylzed thousands of strategies in his head, calculating them instantly.
Oh yes the Enclave would do it far differently than the Mon Cals had. For while they had attempted an all out assault, a quiet siege was the perfect way to deal with such radical forces, even if they did outnumber the Enclave.
And when they reverberated from hyperspace, the Supreme Prefect could not have been more pleased with himself as Nal Hutta swirved into view.
Allegiance-Class Super Star Destroyer Allegiance
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Nshkara-72 Chiss Clawcraft
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Kliktora-72 Chiss Clawcraft
Victory-Class Star Destroyer Agla-36 Chiss Clawcraft
Carrack-Class Light Cruiser Deceiver
Carrack-Class Light Cruiser Empago
Lancer-Class Light Frigate Toolosh
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Gladshien
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Elsibul
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Abyss
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Cerberus
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Pandemonia
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Concord
<font color=green>Often the sound of a running faucet whom simply would not shut off, or the last wavering cries of sanity before that final click to plummet one over the edge of his own grips. Often times the final sound one heard as footsteps paraded a man down the hall with his blaster in hand, thus pulling back the trigger and ending one so surely as he had begun.
Whatever the sound may ensue, the rattling tap tap tap no doubt omened foul fortune for those whom had so wickedly attempted to defile the galaxy that the races had worked so hard to morph from a crude ecosystem into a standing civilization with countless governments.
When those invaders had come they'd destroyed everything in their path, nothing was left for dry, nothing was allowed the sweet taste of mercy after brutal conflict. They had bittered the nourishing well spring from which life flowed, and had belittled the passions of man and fortune.
The Yuuzhan Vong deserved every defeat they felt at the hands of the Jedi, and at the hands of Colonel Fel, and at the hands of the crumbling Republic. They deserved the indignant quarrel that was bestowed upon them by - should they even exist - their own gods.
Damn he who believes in galactic domination! Damn he who believes in pointless death! Damn he who dare to try to belittle the hardships of what we have strived for! The galaxy, as a whole, manifested the greatest of glories, and no alien, no matter how scarred, no matter how wicked, and no matter how tatooed or holy they claimed to be had the right or priveladge to attempt to take this great area from us.
We stand.
We fight.
We fought them off once, and we shall do it again.
For they shall surely sing the sour tune of defeat. They shall fortune plango vulnera.</font>
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The Enclave of Ignias had far too many problems as it was. With the Kharin-Igniasi War springing to from the bowels of the Unknown Regions they perhaps had little time to be doing anything other than attempting to crush their horrific enemies.
But this was far too important, this was something that needed to be done. However, contrary to the way the Mon Cals had done, the Enclave of Ignias had a far grander strategy for usurping power from the newly resurged Praetorite Vong. While Supreme Prefect Sawl, newly promoted to the joint chiefs of staff, would much rather prefer to be striking out at the deceitful Kharins, whom were threatening the Enclave's very existence, but he knew too well the errs of the New Republic during that dreadful invasion, knew too well Borsk Fey'lya's reluctance to become involved with the conflict, which ultimately led to his own death.
The Chiss had no intentions of allowing such a catastrophe to render their own planets. They had other ideas, they needed the Praetorite Vong eradicated.
Ever since their entrance into the galaxy they'd monitored their entrance, monitored their horrific massacre of Jaminere, of Nal Hutta, the destruction of the cities of Nar Shadda, and the near conquest of Ylesia, which was indeed valiantly prevented by the Rogue Empire. However, the Rogue Empire hesitated, and in that hesitation the virus that was the Yuuzhan Vong only grew and expanded.
But the Praetorite Vong too held a key. A key that endangered the very lives of the Enclave of Ignias. They knew the very coordinates of Ignias and the Csilla, they knew how to access Chiss space, and that could be detrimental to the Chiss way of life.
The secret, as Syndic Mitth'raw'nuroudo had so accurately described, needed to be held at all costs. The Yuuzhan Vong would never turn over their secrets, and Supreme Prefect Sawl, Syndic of House Aeroudae, was going to make sure of that.
Aboard the Allegiance, the newest and first Allegiance-Class Super Star Destroyer to be adorned by the Enclave, Sawl gazed with ruby eyes to pierce the ebon features, gazing past the twinkling celestials that seemed merely to stare back at him. A blank and wondering gaze, and he was locked in concentration. Oh how he felt like Thrawn at that very moment, staring determinedly into space, his eyes locked on nothing but everything all at once, his chin rested firmly in his palm as he anaylzed thousands of strategies in his head, calculating them instantly.
Oh yes the Enclave would do it far differently than the Mon Cals had. For while they had attempted an all out assault, a quiet siege was the perfect way to deal with such radical forces, even if they did outnumber the Enclave.
And when they reverberated from hyperspace, the Supreme Prefect could not have been more pleased with himself as Nal Hutta swirved into view.
Fleet Manifest
Allegiance-Class Super Star Destroyer Allegiance
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Nshkara-72 Chiss Clawcraft
Imperial-Class Star Destroyer Kliktora-72 Chiss Clawcraft
Victory-Class Star Destroyer Agla-36 Chiss Clawcraft
Carrack-Class Light Cruiser Deceiver
Carrack-Class Light Cruiser Empago
Lancer-Class Light Frigate Toolosh
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Gladshien
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Elsibul
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Abyss
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Cerberus
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Pandemonia
Nebulan-Class C Frigate Concord