Within the bowels of Braxant Space, idle forces of doom saying destruction hovered in zero velocity, wedged shaped designs of craft built for incomprehensible combat. The commanders of these vast forces were proud, futile warriors whose life’s standards was managed upon qualities such as honor, code, and loyalty, such qualities that their political superiors used as punch lines during their tea parties and grooming sessions. Polished Imperial politic.

Adalric Cronus, tactical operative and research and development co-operative of Crion’s Brood campaign, sat in his command ship of the flotilla, the behemoth eight kilometer Super class Star Destroyer Blaze of Glory hung over the deadly battalion, a wedge of grim hopelessness for it’s enemies. Seated, arms configuring over the Tactical Command Console, his eyes spread over BAC hologram tactical grid, various blots representing ship signatures, blue friendly, red enemy, and yellow civilian. Blue signatures littered the hologram.

In deep space, and entire battalion, Sentinel Divisions 1 and 2, and a battle group provided by the New Order’s chief ally, Imperial Syndicate, spread over the grid in three formations. The growing corporation was being more thorough in their efforts to aid the ever expanding New Order. Cronus quickly patched a communications frequency spreading out to all three Divisions of the battalion, a few final announcements requrring to be made.

From aft of his Tactical Command Console, Khurgee strode in plain view, a data card palmed.

"High Admiral, your overseers report that they’ve established all systems aboard our Syndicate Destroyers, and await further instruction."

Cronus nodded in acknowledgment.

"I’ll confirm their orders right now."

His hands traced along the side control panel, as he brought up a separate holovid window on the BAC hologram tactical grid. Keying the frequencies for his two commanders, two figures emerged in the window, khaki uniforms and rank insignias clearly distinguished.

Cronus nodded to each of them.

"Commander Phalanx, commander Falynn, I trust your comfortably situated?"

Phalanx Allger replied he did, the young lieutenant being given command of the Syndicate's Airborne Core, the squadrons of the four massive destroyers under his subjection. Falynn Daine, a fresh new recuit, but with solid experience, also acknowledged, the Star Destroyers Peremptory, Bellicose, Devastator and Judicator being given into his command.

"Very well officers, Allger, I trust you'll handle our fighter compliment with finesse, I and also assume your squadrons shall be ready to launch as soon as the battalion vectors into hyperspace."

The grim faced officer nodded in acknowledgement. Cronus then glared towards Falynn.

"Daine, proceed with your flagship Bellicose and the destroyer task force at my ships bow."

Khurgee standing behind him, mentioned to report what the position of the Imperial Syndicate task force would be realative to the entire battalion.

"Ah yes, thank you Khurgee, as to our position within the entire battalion, our task force shall proceed on the starboard flank of Superior Commander Zell’s Division 1 which shall spearhead the invasion in the center of the battalion. Kaine’s Division 2 shall procede on the port flank of the battalion."

The report ended, Falynn and Phalanx had acknowledged the report, and Cronus now needed to make a final addressing to the battalion. The comm patch was still activated, so he spoke into a microcom unit.

"Attention to all divisions, we shall depart in vector to the Yaga Minor system in T-Minus two minutes. Shall the Division commanders acknowledge this?"

Two familiar voices spoke in tandum.

"General Kaine, acknowledging, good luck Blaze of Glory, success to you."

"Superior Commander Zell, acknowledging, safe journey Adalric."

A click sound followed in aftermath, where Adalric muttered one ushering, final statement.

"Acknowldged. Dust off in T-Minus one minute. Lets give the Rouge Empire a taste of death men, En Taro Exceron!"

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> With that, an entire battalion of fierce Imperial warriors struggeled into hyperspace, destination an area of strife and destruction soon to be engraved into the lives of all.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

Admiral Telween held his own hands behind his back as he watched Yaga Minor from the Star Destroyer El Dorado. He was assigned to the patrol here, which so far seemed to be an exciting job to say in the least. Smugglers, pirates, scouts, rebels, everything he'd ever hoped for was happening here...except his benefitting the Rogue Empire in war. It did not matter much though, he was happy just where he was. The planet's tensions with the Rogue Empire had all but died off, and they were beginning to accept their new soverigns, but were very tensed with the Imperial Stronghold on Garqi only a few thousand kilometers away.

Though technically, this was General Thornbury's flagship, due to the rising tension with the Empire, Telween was allowed to command it. He enjoyed the ship, as it had all the typical commodities that a royal high general was expected to have. The only thing he wished to change was the giant painting of an anus on the side of the ship...but the general would not have it. Apparently it was his...."seal".

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> An anus...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> he thought to himself. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> That man IS dilusional<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. A yawn escaped his lips as the day began to bore him. He spun and began making his way to the bridge's resting quarters, when his vice admiral, Pven, stopped him and offered a salute.

"Sir, we have Imperial ships incoming through Vector X, they appear to be coming in war formation, but because they are still too far we cannot tell if their weapons are charged or not," Pven explained, not a single jitter or worry in his voice.

"Thank you admiral, dispatch the TIE Fighters, warn them of the possible threat, as well keep the fleet in Averam on high alert, warn them to jump in if necessary," Telween replied, spinning and making his way back to the viewport.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> If they are hostile...may the Force be with Fearsons and Despayre...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> he thought to himself, believing Despayre would be under full siege at this point. He had no idea however, of the negotiations going on there.

Again, this thread will be temporarily closed while Rogue Empire assess their fleet/shipyard status in accordance with staff decision.

Any questions by Rogue Empire members should be directed to either Chadd Fearsons, Hexadragon, Dogman, or Gash.