OOC: Teebo, dripwad, allow me to make a few pointers.

-I can come out of hyperspace where I wish to, there's nothing saying I can't.

-I concur about destroyer your command ship.

-Who says I can't destroy a few ships if the attack is completely taken by surprise? Your damn Kessel fleet has just come out hyperspace, I doubt you were expecting an enormous assault in the next few seconds? No, because relatively IC, you weren't. Take it and drop the issue, or i'll go and get the damn Administration.

-And I posted entering hyperspace in Davin Halcyon's first post in this thread. Learn to READ.

End of convo, I toasted two of your ships, nuff said.

ooc:just because they didn't expecta attack dosn't mean they don't know who to raise shields. Mon Cal cruisers have 2 redundancies. they're 1,261 m you cannot destroy them in one post. and the average ship explodes when it's destroyed. plus you have to give them time to respond. Bring the staff in all you want. because the only person whos godmoding here is you

OOC

The arguement ends HERE. As the good book says, "Remove the log from your own eye, before you point out the splinters in others'." In other words, this is a perfect example of the pot calling the kettle black. If you cannot fix your OWN ways, do NOT, and I repeat, do NOT hound on us. I will say this, so your ships aren't destroyed, big whoopdy fuggin' doo, they're disabled, how's that sound? And in four posts, their crews will suphicate and die due to no life support.

This is the last time I will allow an arguement in this thread. I will see to it that it is closed if there is any more pointless bickering.

Logan looked at the oncoming TRE fleet and made a quick decision.

"Have the fleet withdraw to Chandrilla.As soon as the fleet is ready,have them jump into hyperspace"

A few minutes later The only ships at Despayre were the only ones that belonged there.

He loaded up his suit and got ready for combat... he suited up in his armor and then stepped aboard his ship. He set out into hyperspace to go towards the destination... missiles armed and ready...

Beldeek's grin turned to a smile, and the Rogue Imperial forces let out a happy and satisfied flurry of hoots and hollers. As with thus, the first shield generator was de-activated, and immediately the TIEs had begun rounding up the shuttles. There were nearly two hundred Mon Cal prisoners to interrogate.

"Bring up the estimated location of the enemy drop point," he told Lieutenant Muller with a satisfied nod. There was a short pause as he looked over the data.

"Chandrilla sir, they will be there in half an hour," Muller explained, not tearing his gaze from the glowing screen.

"Excellent, we'll meet them halfway there," the admiral responded, not quite paying attention to Muller any more.

"Sir?" Muller asked, but there was no response as he thought.

"Helmsman!" Beldeek yelled, pivoting on his feet to watch the helmsman running toward him.

"Yes sir?" Ensign Richard reported, saluting properly.

"Send word to the Second Fleet at Chandrilla to send an Interdictor and small attack force half way to Despayre and activate their wells <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> immediately<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->."

"Aye sir," and the orders were given. Now it was only a matter of time before the New Alliance's ships were ripped out of hyperspace and forced to do combat with a true Rogue Imperial force.






The orders were given and Wyldan wanted to be there to crush those Alliance assholes. He stroked his jaw line and grinned slightly, turning to relay the orders.

"Ok men, we, two other Imperial Star Destroyers, a Strike Cruiser, and an Interdictor are going to jump halfway to the Despayre system at Mylock IV, we are going to pull the Alliance out of hyperspace and crush 'em...they will be totally unsuspecting of this attack," he said over the loud speaker, grinning as he said each. Already the fighters were returned, and the ships were moving into position to jump. The interdictor was first to go, then promptly followed by the rest of the Rogue Imperial Fleet.



At Mylock IV:


Fleet Manifest
------------------
3x ISD
1x Strike Cruiser
1x Interdictor
72x3 Fighters
12x2 Fighters

Captain Hinderson had docked with the shipyard at Yaga Minor for repairs and to complete their construction, and with thus the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Eclipse<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->-Class Star Destroyer was complete. He had brilliantly radioed out that they were en route to Despayre, and sent out false signals. After making a quick nano jump in the Despayre direction, they promptly turned around and jumped back to Yaga Minor. The Star Destroyer was complete.

"All forces move out and prepare to engage the New Alliance forces," Hinderson ordered over the com link of his new craft as it began picking up fighters to continue the pursuit.

When all craft were aboard, the now completed, save a few laser turrets, Eclipse Star Destroyer was off to begin the attack on the Alliance. There was no way they could withstand the incredible power of the Eclipse Star Destroyer, and Hinderson was ready to crush the enemy fleets himself.

"Are we fully loaded?" he asked one of the enlisted soldiers on the deck, according to his name tag and rate he was Petty Officer 4th Class Culaou.

"Yes sir, and we are off," Culaou responded, yet not drifting his gaze from his data pad, as was his duty. Hinderson simply nodded and left him to his duties.

The captain of the now complete Star Destroyer walked himself to the bridge, which was easily the most majestic thing he'd ever seen, it rivaled that of even the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Imperial<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->-Class Star Destroyer <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Disruptor<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, and that was a sight to see indeed.

There were so many personnell here, so many whom knew what their jobs were and were unwaveringly completing them. It was perfect unison, perfect team work.

But the captain had to cut his glorifying short as he had to brace himself, the Star Destroyer was moving out. Engines roaring, shields moving on line, and computers bleeping, the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Death's Hand<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was beginning to race through the empty space outside Yaga Minor and finally...jumped into hyperspace.

Coming out of hyperspace at Mon Calamari, Hinderson saw the already scattered Calamari forces. They were suffering heavy losses to the well formated Rogue Imperial forces. There was an MC100a cruiser already entering terminal state, and already escape pods were launching left and right.

"Charge the laser," Hinderson yelled, bracing himself against the terminals. Turbo laserse rayed out from the enormous frame and began smashing into the Mon Cal Cruiser until it finally crested and caved in on itself.

"Sir the laser is charging, will be done soon," one of the helmsman yelled back, and Hinderson merely grinned. The entire foundation of the MC100a suddenly bursted into flame around them, and there was one less enemy to deal with. With that, the Rogue Imperial bombers turned and began focusing on the shipyards now.

"TIE Bomber group Beta," Hinderson began saying into the intercom. "disengage enemy forces and move for the shipyards." But obviously the Bombers were thinking the same thing and had already begun a ferocious torpedo attack, all the blue missiles crashing into the enemy shipyard. Mixed with the turbo laser attacks the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Victory<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->-Class Star Destroyers provided, the first ship yard as well exploded, following the first MC100a. Two more proton torpedos finished off the already exploding hull...and the shipyard was nothing but an old frame.

"Ok men, now ready the troop transports," Hinderson then uttered to his commander, who in turn relayed the message outward. Already the assault transports were ready, and the storm troopers would be landing to seize the planet. "Open a channel with the Mon Cal...I want to begin negotiations."

"Yes sir...channel open."

"Thank you," Hinderson responded, and took the comm link. "Attention Mon Cal forces, you are surrounded, out numbered, and over powered...if you do not surrender your planet at once we shall destroy your other shipyards and siege the planet. Surrender at once."

Commandos had already been dispatched, the special forces squad did not understand "negotiations", they did not understand "peace". They were killers, much like the new marines...only they did it secretly...and quickly. Four of them were crammed into each of the three stolen Y-Wings, and using false codings provided by the interrogated Mon Cal at Despayre, they were already at the enemy location. It was the Mon Cal garrison, where they were not suspecting a thing.

Grebderson was in charge of the special forces, and thus piloted one of his own Y-Wings. They were dressed entirely in fatigues, and were nearly invisible to the enemy.

"Ok men," he whispered, his voice rash and hushed. "Set the coordinates into the Y-Wings and send them into that star port over there...then follow me."

The men did not take long to set the coordinates in the computer and quickly huddle back over with the other commandos and began moving out. In a perfect straight line, hunched over as to hide in the shadows, the twelve men had gotten past the scurrying guards, and were now beginning to move toward the enemy garrison.

Garrisons were always loved targets of the Rogue Empire...simply because that would mean they'd have less forces to fight in the end. It was also a great morale increase for friendly soldiers to see the enemy combust in flames before they can get a chacne to fight back.

The garrisson was large, around three stories tall and a hundred feet long. However, size meant nothing. There were two of the fish like guards standing watch, cradling their weapons in their arms sleepily in the dark of night. Unfortunately, the commandos could not shoot them...that would result in alerting the enemy.

Grebderson slung his heavy weapon over his arm and withdrew a good sized katana vibro blade, and lifted his hand to tell the men to stay put. He walked silently thruogh the shadows, and when he was almost upon the two fish men, he kicked a small rock before him, and both turned their attention to his direction...only to meet the katana head on, the first one's head splitting in two as the blade was brought downward, and the second one falling due to impaling.

Looking around and making sure there were no other guards to assist them, Gebderson waved his men over and sheathed his weapon. He grabbed his gun again and kicked open the door. Looking around there was no one in the first room. It was time to proceed.




<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START-->After 5 minutes<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END-->


The commandos were running quickly out of the garrison, taking shots back every now and again at the attackers. They managed to strike down two guards, and none of the hits had managed to hit them. As the majority of the guards tried to get closer however, the entire building exploded in a combusted flame, killing off all inside. The first island could then be secured.

Gebderson lifted his wrist to speak into the commlink there. "Attention Rogue Imperial forces, Island Nova secred, repeat, Island Nova secured. Bring in the transports," he said excitedly. The Y-Wings had already rammed themselves into the enemy star port, and it blurred into nothingness.

The twelve commandos marched themselves high to one of the clock towers, and waited, watching the scattered Mon Cal. Most of the civilians now were ravaging and stealing from the stores, mass chaos was emerged from the attack...there was no law...yet.

OOC: Ships at mynock may pull us out of hyper space but they would do so at a distance. The entirity of the TRE fleet has not arrived at Myknock 4 yet. The abolishers have engaged their hyper sphere systems so that no ships may inter the space without being scrapped. Your fleet is committed to comming out of hyper space at this location. Without any warning from the ships there. With their ships jamming the hyperspace frequencys. That is alot of power from those ships so do not say that you some how got around it. Our interdictors well pull your fleet out of hyper space and into the Hyper sphere from the abolishers. You well lose part of your fleet when they come out of hyper space. at the least. It is a perfectly legal move on my part. Rp out, makes sense, and technically sound. Go with this Rp or I well go to the staff about how you seem to refuse to RP when things do not go your way.



IC:

Rogue Empire previous post:

Beldeek's grin turned to a smile, and the Rogue Imperial forces let out a happy and satisfied flurry of hoots and hollers. As with thus, the first shield generator was de-activated, and immediately the TIEs had begun rounding up the shuttles. There were nearly two hundred Mon Cal prisoners to interrogate.

"Bring up the estimated location of the enemy drop point," he told Lieutenant Muller with a satisfied nod. There was a short pause as he looked over the data.

"Chandrilla sir, they will be there in half an hour," Muller explained, not tearing his gaze from the glowing screen.

"Excellent, we'll meet them halfway there," the admiral responded, not quite paying attention to Muller any more.

"Sir?" Muller asked, but there was no response as he thought.

"Helmsman!" Beldeek yelled, pivoting on his feet to watch the helmsman running toward him.

"Yes sir?" Ensign Richard reported, saluting properly.

"Send word to the Second Fleet at Chandrilla to send an Interdictor and small attack force half way to Despayre and activate their wells immediately."

"Aye sir," and the orders were given. Now it was only a matter of time before the New Alliance's ships were ripped out of hyperspace and forced to do combat with a true Rogue Imperial force.






The orders were given and Wyldan wanted to be there to crush those Alliance assholes. He stroked his jaw line and grinned slightly, turning to relay the orders.

"Ok men, we, two other Imperial Star Destroyers, a Strike Cruiser, and an Interdictor are going to jump halfway to the Despayre system at Mylock IV, we are going to pull the Alliance out of hyperspace and crush 'em...they will be totally unsuspecting of this attack," he said over the loud speaker, grinning as he said each. Already the fighters were returned, and the ships were moving into position to jump. The interdictor was first to go, then promptly followed by the rest of the Rogue Imperial Fleet.



At Mylock IV:


Fleet Manifest
------------------
3x ISD
1x Strike Cruiser
1x Interdictor
72x3 Fighters
12x2 Fighters


Alliance Response post:

The first and second fleets of The New Alliance were yanked out of hyperspace. Over 60 ships in all Including the ESD. The fleet immediatly spotted the enemy fleet that had taken them out of Hyper space.

The fleet under the command of Logan and Jump bump were no fools. They immediatley realized that the rest of the Rouge empirial fleet intended to ambush them then and there any minute now. The abolishers all activated their hyper sphere systems that act just like a gravitational boby in hyperspace. Nothing in real space was effected but centainly nothing would get out. They also added the strength of their own interdictors too the one that was holding them here. The rogue empirial forces would not escape. Immediatly all hyper space channels were jammed so that the TRE fleets would not be warned of the emminate danger.

The ESD locks it's super laser onto the interdictor. Takeing a moment to aim it fires on the interdictor from long range destroying it all of it's fighter craft. The laser passed by one ISD. The force of the beam was so powerful that half of the ships shields and engines were knocked out. The enemy ships were still out of normal fireing range. But the ESD was not a normal gun and it took aim again.


Fearson loses:

1 interdictor
36 fighters

(This message was left blank)