Intelligence must be RPed only when the knowledge's ramification(s) directly effect(s) tactic and/or procedure. Perhaps the NR was oblivious to any sort of ESD, nevertheless the ignorance would not halt its existence. Our ESD order placement was just as obvious as yours: stuck conveniently with 2 other threads in a forum.

This concept is proved only by numerous other factions in their uprisings to seize or control the others’ super-weapon(s) – ask around. Our actions represent the majority.

Oh, and days ago Chau posted the NR's industrial center in TNO...take a gander in the "Galactic Shipyards."

ooc: first off Almighty bastard.....*sees everyone staring..waht its his title....well anyway, its SKYWALKER NOT SOLO. Second ask hex or doug. i haven't heard anything about anything much less completion dates of your ships/

:: The mammoth Eclipse-Class Star Destroyer had been disabled, now it was time to go in for the kill. All ships had been told to hold back while the Jenova prepared for a second blast. The powerful reactors of the Jenova put forth a brilliant green blade that sliced off the opposing Eclipse's bridge the serpent was headless. ::

:: "Victory," was the cry heard throughout the bridge of the Cetus. But they failed to realize that the real battle had yet to begin. ::

:: Over the comm system, the whole of Division Three was ordered to attack the shipyards in orbit. At full speed, all ships rushed in, with weapons blazing. Skywalker could see the shipyards coming up fast in the bridge viewports. The one that harbored the now scrap metal Eclipse was the first to be targeted. Green energy blots ripped through the unshielded durasteel. It was only a matter of time before the facilities would be rendered inoperable. Faintly, through the Force, Douglas could hear the cries of the unfortunate souls that were stationed aboard the shipyard. ::

War is a terrible thing... but needed to keep peace.

:: Again, the comm system reported that the Jenova was fully charged. Skywalker was unsure of its next target, but he prepared his ships to pull back at Master Xlyon's word. The enemies shipyard was beginning to succumb to the numerous hull breaches that Division Three had been inflicting upon it. It would take less than a superlaser blast to atomize them. ::

Space was beautiful, really. Ming had looked to it many times before, many desperate times, for an answer to one of life’s problems, big or small. He had looked to it in times of war, to calm his racing nerves and allow him to focus. He had looked to it in times of peace, seeking a purpose and meaning amidst what seemed at the time an endless sea of political dinners and boredom.

Ming had found, through his gazings, that a person would see entirely different faces and answers in the void when looking upon it under a different light or circumstance. He also found it ironic, and slightly funny at times, that he still suffered under the firm hand of mild space sickness on occasions of particular stress. It had haunted him all his military career, but was finally clearing up as he grew through middle-age.

He had looked on space many different times, and had seen so many strange answers, but found that despite this he had rarely ever actually <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> looked<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> at it, as he was now. Thinking back, Ming realised that the only times he had ever looked at space for what it was was in times like these. The calm before the storm always sparked some sense of irregularity in people, causing them to either distract from their duties or focus on them with a fiery intensity to that of the norm.

Ming was one such person who deviated from his tasks in a pre-battle situation. It was a flaw that had halted his military development as much as, or possibly even more so than the tendencies to space sickness. In the critical moments before the command to attack was given, the General could often be found staring blankly out of the front viewport of his command ship, in this case the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Pandemonium<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, hands clasped roughly behind his back, and his attention seeming to be focusing on the precise planning of the battle ahead.

Most of the time, though, his mind was wandering through starlines, and would only come back to reality for the battle’s beginning.

It was in this situation Ming now found himself. Staring helplessly out of the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Pandemonium’s<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> front viewport, waiting for something to happen which would further the actions of both him and his fleet. Ming noticed that he was standing in an obscuring path, and, probably for the first time, disallowed his pre-battle stress to let him slip into a lofty manner of which would be no use when the time for combat came.

It was skilled timing however, that he chose this moment to come back to the bridge from his airy daydream. Captain Tulok approached Ming hastily from behind, and the General only had a second to regain his composure before the all-business Captain was upon him.

“General, sir.” Tulok’s voice was a mixture of dread and anticipation. Ming could already feel the ship moving beneath him, the up side of having tendencies to space sickness, so he was quick to assume the worst. “We have just received a coded transmission from Bastion. The fleet is being ordered to Muunilist.”

“Details?” Ming was, as before on the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Lorric<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, sceptical, but he hid the feeling for now.

“None other than what I’ve just told you, sir,” Tulok replied, nervous to get underway. “I’ve already ordered the fleet to re-align itself for Muunilist.”

They began walking swiftly back from the viewport, headed for a more secluded destination where they could speculate on the orders without being overheard by as many of the crew.

The pair stopped half way down the run of the bridge, lurking close to Ming’s favourite standing spot aside from directly in front of the viewport: the tactician’s terminal.

“What kind of a time frame are we looking at here, Captain?” Ming enquired.

“Well sir, we had not anticipated the New Republic to hit us so deep into our own territory, striking at Muunilist.” Tulok sighed. “Although we were already prepared for a hyperspace jump, our vectors will have to be re-evaluated. We do have a firm one, however, and should expect to jump within the next quarter-hour.”

“Do we know how far along the battle will be when we arrive?” Ming was anxious as to weather his fleet would be taking the position of front-line soldier or cavalry.

“We can expect to be arriving in the mid-stages of the conflict, sir,” Tulok’s obvious disappointment was easily mimicked by the General. “The transmission was sent to Bastion first, sir, from Muunilist, then relayed to us.”

“I just hope we get there in time...” Ming’s thoughts turned quickly to the Eclipse Star Destroyer he knew was under construction at the Muunilist shipyards, but reverted to the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Pandemonium’s<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> bridge soon after.

“We will, sir.”

----------

Not long after, in fact in seemed instantly to the General and his Captain, the division under Ming’s command had left Carida far, far behind, and was travelling at incomprehensible speeds toward a battle that had already cost them more than they could know.

Chimera Fleet sped through hyperspace on the way to it's target. They dropped out of hyperspace and seconds later they jumped again after a minor course correction. The game was on and Admiral Joe Schmoe didn't intend to lose.

Miniature dashes of green and red lit the backdrop of eternal twilight, nearing a parallel to fireflies setting the warm dusk of Corellia ablaze. Nature, a fickle truth, existed in all its glory amongst the suffering and malice of its oppressors. It smiled in the loom of death; laughed as war raged between brothers; and gave warmth in the bitter cold of winter. Purity arose only in it, and would neglect all else until the end of time. And so the melody of knowledge entered only its ears, for the chalice of life only touched its lips…all was nothing without its sturdy hand to guide the way. A believer having subdued the unrelenting fists of the gods.

Rancorous streams of light persisted to slash into the vulnerable, durasteel supports to the hum of exasperated batteries in the distance. Metallic transformers whimpered under heavy strain of the vindictive projectile hail, and above it all the massive 'Riad' Cannon moaned in preparation for a third onslaught.

Amidst disorderly formations and unguarded flanks, an imminent defense matrix was assumed near for local border forces. Although highly anticipated, readiness had not yet been achieved. The initial frenzy was over.

Uprooted from his psychological melee, Xylon cut words from a stimulation-dried throat towards a rabble of dazed commandants, "Harkins! Gamma Concision now: there’s no time to lose!"

"Aye, sir!" shot an attentive reply.

Soon heaved the mass of Republic craft beneath the vigorous engines of a refurbished technological mark. At a lack of feasible time, several confrontations with fate slipped closely through the conglomerate’s womb. In quick withdraws, little time was diminished in the pattern’s spread. Finally, hung in the center was the steadfast 'Jenova' in unison to a small escort cluster, and located in a spaced triangular vanguard seal came the mass of all three divisions.

"Phase one, 'Delta'; begin preparations. And scrap that yard immediately!"

Wheezing under auxiliary batteries, again the jade dagger slit into appearance and proceeded to dissect the ESD’s shipyard into two fragments. Preceding an expected parting, energy transfuses crossed in a salvo of extraordinary explosions.

"Inform Admirals Skywalker and Jiren of their operatives. Commander Taser now has a go…"

Redundant enough, conventional batteries charged smoothly and the 'Riad' prepared itself for a fourth activation.

In the belly of the Jenova, 6 squadrons of B-Wings lay in waiting, watching the battle from their sensor feeds patched in from the Jenova's main computer. The entire ESD reverberated as it's superlaser opened up again, and newly appointed Commander Lara Taser's viewscreen registered a large explosion. Her B-Wing sat at the head of the 6 squad strike package, she was in charge of this gig and therefore Echo Squadron was in the lead. Her comm crackled to life as one of the tactical officers came onto it.

"Commander, we just disabled the shipyard, and the target's bridge is nonexistent. Your strike is clear to go in 1"

"I copy" She said shortly, and switched channels over from the main frequency to the strike package frequency. "Listen up everyone, we're a go on the strike. On my mark we're going to fly out of here like bats out of hell. Squad leaders will report in and wait for assignment"

Her eyes flicked down to her displays just in time to pick up the ten second countdown.

"3...2...1... MARK!"

Lara rammed her throttles forward and the B-Wing reacted instantly, barely lifting off of the durasteel floor before it shot forward and out of the bay it had resided in. On her left the first of three other flights of B-wings flew out of the next hangar as the rest of her squad and two others emerged behind her.

"Red, blue, green, black and white, form up as tight as you can on the Echos, and watch out for battle debris, there's a lot of it. Let's have a quick look around first, shall we"

The 6 squads formed up quickly and swarmed down towards the crippled ESD and it's smashed dry docks.

"Flight lead, I don't see any fighter cover" Red lead cautioned.

"I copy Red lead." Lara looked around warily. "Arm lasers and torps, our targets are still in hyperspace, we're going to be their welcoming committee. Orange squad, you're going to cover our tails. Spread out and do some fighter sweeping.

The thick mass of B-Wings skipped around the growing debris field and angled to stay out of the thick of the battle now below them. The last squad peeled off and spread out widely around the main group, and they drove on...

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> the iron fist fleet jumped into hyperspace to despayre. admiral tyrek waited intill darth bill came nboard and then they jumped out to planet alpha 6. they would have some fun soon.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

OOC: Sorry guys, I have no idea who the Iron Fist guy is. No idea why they are posting here, nor why the Chimera Fleet dude is posting. We didn't arrange that as far as I know.

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"One moment of incompetence can be fatal," the Admiral uttered his famous words as the moment when the 26-ship division of TNO warships would slip from hyperspace continued to near.

The bridge crew was in a frenzy.

If his calculations were correct, and he knew them to be at least fairly close, the battle had engaged approximately 5 minutes ago. But he knew that oh so much could happen in that eternity.

The timer was counting up now, and Daemon Hyfe knew the reversion mark was but moments away. The time would come, and his forces would be flung into the chaos that was sure to have engulfed the world of Muunilist by now. Ship debris, laser blasts, fighters swarming to and fro.

Precise action would be obligatory.

He did not know the proportion of friend to foe ships, but what he did know was that at this moment, multiple other divisions of hostile New Order ships would be hurtling towards Muunilist with fancies of destruction in heart. Order would need to be achieved amidst the pandemonium, just as such applied to the grand scheme of life in this great galaxy.

The New Order would handle that supremely.

Hyfe began to calculate the timings of task-force arrivals. He knew with a safe-certainty that his division would be the first to arrive with aid, as Dantooine was the closest planet to Muunilist in the system. Dubrillion forces would take a mere minute or two longer, and then any from Garqi and Bastion would be just but minutes after that. Forces from Helska, however, could be as much as a full 10 minutes after his own division had arrived. There was also Carida.

As for their forces, Hyfe was confident. At Muunilist already would be Moff Cronus at the command of a hearty number of Syndicate ships. All of the Sentinel Fleet was en-guard, and the Braxant Sector Fleet could be called in from patrol if need be. A one Chris Liberi, from a surprising source of aid, was also at hand with the "Avenger" Fleet.

Positioning would be optimum for the circumstances, the Admiral decided. Since the New Republic forces would likely be coming from the Core, Dantooine's relative location to Muunilist would place their exit vector slightly behind and to the right of the hostile ships driving for the planet. A flanking position would be achieved easily. He also knew that varying exit vectors for the other TNO task forces would put them coming out from the rear, front, and sides.

"Reversion mark!" an officer shouted, interrupting his thoughts "… in 10!"

The High Admirals heart almost jumped.

"9!"

"8!"

The seconds were counted down, and Hyfe's mind whirled like a windstorm on Vortex.

Through the frontal viewport, someone flushed the galaxy down a drain...

... and their jump was complete.

The sight was inconceivable. Several dozen Destroyers and Mon Cal ships clotted open space before their now-meager force. At a glance, the Admiral estimated it to be 80 – 90 capital ships and support craft.

He had been correct about their placement. Their reversion brought them out at an angle vectoring in on the right flank of the massive NR attack fleet. The multi-color glare of ion engires blurred the horizon, like pollution coloring a serene sunset...

"Fighters coming in!", a call echoed across the bridge, originating from Commander Hayt, chief tactical officer. "Sector 22C, bearing down on us. Multiple wings, schematics appear that of the old B-wing model, sir."

Hyfe angled his tactical command console down immediately, bringing up the BAC visualization display. Blips of various colors began littering the monitor. Blue friendly, yellow civilian, red enemy. Hyfe saw the blue blips of Syndicate ships appear near the planet, and those of his own division. Yet the red outnumbered the blue more than five-to-one. They kept coming, and coming. More and more small dots. More and more. The blips continued to form on the display as the ships sensors picked up an overview of the situation. It wasn’t for ten seconds that the BAC finally registered the several dozen small red dots charging towards their current position at high speed.

"ETA?" the Admiral asked simply.

Pause.

"1 minute, 35 seconds."

"All Victory-Class Destroyers launch preliminary fighters. Have ACS’s One and Two move into position .5 klicks to the fore, Third .5 to the aft – hangars ready. VSDs, standard Imperial attack formation 22Z-3. FCLCs know what to do. Move them into position immediately."

The Admiral put them out of his mind for now, without waiting for acknowledgement.

"Status report," he ordered without second thought.

Captain Essian had been reading frantically over the situation, taking in information at a rate that could only be possible in the heat of battle.

The Admiral tapped several controls on the tactical command console without waiting, bringing up ship schematics to his left.

Multi-tasking was crucial in battle.

The Captain began spilling information.

"The attacking NR force is in 3 Divisions, bearing down on Muunilist. What could only be assumed to be their flag division is commanded by an Eclipse-Class SSD. It appears that they have been successful in effectively rendering our own ESD, completing construction, and all other ships currently constructing in said shipyard inoperable, and at critical status. The shipyard is still under heavy assault, and it can only be assumed that the same fate is to follow for the other 2 yards..."

Hyfe was examining the BAC display, plotting. A knife had stabbed him in the back of the mind at the realization of what had happened to the Empire’s Eclipse-Class Super Star Destroyer.

"...Blockade formation has not been assumed, and they do not appear to be prepared for defense, yet have assumed a rudimentary formation to utilize their strengths in attacking the shipyards. It’s clear that destruction of the ESD was their first and foremost goal. The shipyards are most likely next. Fighters have been launched for active scanning. They knew we would be coming, of course."

The Captain seemed to be finished.

"Very well," intoned the High Admiral eerily. "Launch fighter wings one and two. All fighter groups, zonal attack pattern into the invasion vector. I want those B-wings intercepted. They are sure to be armed with torps, and we’re their target."

"FCLCs, begin moving ahead, offensive/defensive formation C-15," the Admiral finished, for the moment.

The Captain took the opportunity to voice updates.

"Fighters launched and assuming formation, sir. Enemy intercept time: 20 seconds. ACSs still moving into position," Essian reported hastily. "There doesn’t appear to be any response from the NR fleet at large, sir."

"I've got no problem with that for the time being, Captain," Hyfe said with a sly grin, which lasted all of about half a second.

"The enemy fighter line has broken, sir," an officer announced. "Forces are going loud."

Hyfe acknowledged with a nod.

"Pickets drop to the flank for the moment. Three groups of three: one port, one aft, one starboard," the Admiral began once more, dishing out orders. "The situation looks desperate. We're going to want to keep them here. It's better to let them have their little tantrum here than let them romp all through TNO space. We'll hold them until more forces show and we can grind them down."

The Captain looked at him questioningly.

The Admiral returned the gaze sternly for a moment, and then his eye caught a flash of light from the far side of the planet.