<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Warmaster Zhin was only recently returning from Righsnack, where he'd been forced to dismiss a prefect whom was...not keeping up on his duties. His dismissal was quick and impervious, allowing the warmaster to go on to bigger, better things...such as the conquest of Nal Hutta.

It was only on his trip to Righsnack that Warmaster Zhin of Domain Dwamor had realized how much he truly loved being around his Yammosk War Coordinator, and how naked he felt without it.

Zhin was indeed a magnificent tactician, on his own or otherwise...but the Yammosk was like a close friend to him, and he had to wonder what it would be like if for some reason it was ever destroyed...<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> I will never allow that...'lest I will slay this entire galaxy by my own hand.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Zhin stroked his lower jaw, or at least, where his jaw would be had his yorick coral face mask not blocked the way. A grin enticed his tiny lips and he peered over at the brain like maw filled Yammosk.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Hideous beyond recogintion...yet it is the closest thing to me there could be...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> The Worldship he was aboard had used its dovin basals to propel it toward the planet of Nal Hutta...the Hutt homeworld that the Mon Cal Republic had enslaved, and the warmaster was ready to dictate that. Secabba the Hutt had personally requested to be aboard the great World Ship.

Turning his gaze asside to the sluggish like Hutt, he narrowed his eyes in thorough contempt...though he could not see that.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"We are here..." <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> he said in perfect Basic, then trailed his voice off to speak in the Vong tongue.<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> "For the glory of Yun-Yuuzhan."

Fleet Manifest-

2 Heavy Cruisers 7 klicks (well out of range) of the MCR fleet
4 Light Cruisers (same)
Worldship
400 Grutchins (not launched)
200 Coral Skippers (Not Launched)

OOC

MCR has to respond in 3 days or I shall proceed. Most important of all, if there is any god moding I will PERSONALLY make you regret it...the Vong are damn hard to people who are ignorant to them, and even to those who aren't ignorant, so RP it that way, period. Do NOT god mode.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Aboard his craft, the <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->Liberty Star<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> , General Casas stroked the control panel of his personal computer console in his quarters. He scrunched up his nose as if in pain and annoyance as he looked down at the mechanical and computerized computer. It was almost as if he contempted it.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Sir we have unmarked ships entering the Nal Hutta system,"<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> the commlink suddenly told the general, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->He is here...

"Bring the ships toward Nal Hutta...we'll investigate,"<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> he said as his hand took another stroke of the console. His eyes sullied worridely.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> "Here we go."


OOC Manifest-

MC200 Liberty Star
MC200 Shadow Star

*Full Fighter Compliment

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> The Yammosk emitted a low tuned gurgle as it picked up on the several fighters of the X-Wing type leaving the hangar bay of the ship known as the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Liberty Star<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, and then those of the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Shadow Star<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. Zhin had quirked an inquisitive brow as the infidels moved into possible combat formations to repel the Yuuzhan Vong raid...there was no hope however.

Already the Yammosk War Coordinator had dispatched a good hundred Coral Skippers, the sheer number was enough to take down most infidel war fleets. This was not going to be a small skirmish with losses to both sides...Warmaster Zhin knew, as did his subordinates who had hidden themselves at Kessel knew...this was going to be a massacre.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Bring the<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->Kin of Agony<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> inbound for the<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->Liberty Star<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> ,<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Zhin thought into the cruiser's main control quarters. Yorick coral fighters exitted the hangar of the World Ship, a hundred of them racing straight toward the two Mon Cal capital ships with their precious dovin basals boosting them with gravitational manipulation.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> For the glory of Yun-Yuuzha<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Lord Snowkan's aide rushed up.
"Sir Nal Hutta is being attacked."
"Jump us there imediatly. I want Liberty, Defender, Freedom, Star Shadow and Moon Shadow with their fighter, their right now. Signal Emperor Teebo. Tell Shaddaa that we are incoming. Also jump n the gunship and the lancer frigates."
"yes sir. Chadd Casas also jumped in."
"Tell him to try and form up with Shadda."
The ships flew into hyperspace and Lord Snowkman waited.
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The fleet came out of hyperspace right behind Chadd Casas ships. They powered up shields and the gravity well generators of Liberty. The guns powered up and prepared to fire. The ships quickly formed up with the two fleets already there.
"Fire once they come into range. Even shields."
"Yes sir."
"Launch the fighters."
The fighters roared out to intercept the enemy fighters.
The heavy cruiser zoomed forward.
"What's the ETA of the ship?"
"One minute sir."
"Thank you."

OOC:
Fleet manifest:

Shaddaa's Task Force(already there before you jumped in)
Commanded by:Admiral Shaddaa
Mon Calamari Star Cruiser MC-100a-Eternal Light(Ion Cannons instead of Turbolasers)
Mon Calamari Star Cruiser MC-100a-Defiance(Ion Cannons instead of Turbolasers)
Nebulon-B Frigate-Redemption
Nebulon-B Frigate-Formidable
Nebulon-B Frigate-Advantage
Corellian Gunship-Shaddaa I
Corellian Gunship-Shaddaa II
Corellian Gunship-Shaddaa III
Corellian Gunship-Shaddaa IV


Fighters
72 TIE Defenders-??? Wing-On Board Eternal Light
72 TIE Defenders-Alpha Wing-On Board Defiance
24 B-Wings-Blue Wing-On Board Redemption
24 B-Wings-Green Wing-On Board Formidable

Snowkan's Force-(just arrived)
Mon Calamari Star Cruiser MC-300-Liberty(Ion Cannons instead of Turbolasers)
Victory-Class Star Destroyer-Star Shadow
Victory-Class Star Destroyer-Moon Shadow
Aegis Star Cruiser MK.II-Freedom
Aegis Star Cruiser MK.II-Defender
Lancer Frigate
Lancer Frigate
Lancer Frigate
Lancer Frigate
Corellian Gunship


Fighters
16 Missile Boats-Moon Shadow
1 Skipray Blastboat-Moon Shadow
36 B-Wings-Liberty
36 E-Wings-Liberty
24 A-Wings-Liberty
24 TIE Defenders-Defender
24 TIE Defender-Freedom

under command of Chadd Casas-(arrived just after you)
Capital Ships
Mon Calamari Star Cruiser MC-200-Shadow Star(Ion Cannons instead of Turbolasers)
Mon Calamari Star Cruiser MC-100a-Liberty Star(Ion Cannons instead of Turbolasers)

Fighters:
72 TIE Defenders-Shadow Star
72 TIE Defenders-Liberty Star

As you may have noticed, we have no X-wings.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Another TIE Defenders soiled into seering flames from a coral skipper's unrelenting might as the battle began to rage in full blossom. Between the two war mongroling fleets it seemed that the yorick coral had outdone the durasteel by a very long shot, as plasma had outdone turbo lasers, and brain had outdone brawn.

Under the Yammosk's command, enemy TIE Defenders were no match for the dovin basals' black hole animators, which had all but absorbed every blast from the ruggish, abominatory vessels.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Veer on the right flank and push them away from the planet, we must get transports down<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><!--EZCODE BOLD START--> the Yammosk telepathically informed the Yuuzhan Vong pilots, and in their telemetric patterns and unisitary flight groups, they had formed the "Symbient Delta", possibly the deadliest formation in all Yuuzhan Vong flight society.

They were inpenetrable, they were stable as stable could get. As more plasma blasts ate away at the durasteel of three more fighters, green laser blasts attempted to hit the Coral Skippers in reprisal...only to be absorbed by the superior dovin basals.

With not a single fighter loss, the Yuuzhan Vong forces rained onto the Mon Cal forces and literally began ripping into the flanks, tearing open good large chunks of durasteel in the enemy capital ships.

The gunships would be the first to go, and a good fifty of the hundred coral skippers dug themselves into the sides of the frigates, Lancer and Nebulan alike. It did not take much for the first three Frigate's hulls to grow red and singe...they were already facing critical potential.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->



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<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Aboard the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Mon Calamari<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->-Class Battlecruiser <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Defiance<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->...which was a remake of the original one used by the Rebel Alliance, there were several of the crewman who's documents for some strange reason had turned up...missing. Now...the answer was given as to their disappearance.

As one of the several Mon Cal persons began patrolling past the main bridge...a heart felt blow was suffered as the flesh began oozing off of the Mon Cal gunners and crewmen...the Yuuzhan Vong had deceived them...their Ooglish Masquers had proven fateful once again.

With a burning and violent rage unquelled by anything, talons seered and began ripping into the crewmen around as a large scale battle begin...but the Mon Cals were outnumbered by the ferocious Yuuzhan Vong...there would be no mercy.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> For the Glory of Yun-Yuuzhan<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->.

"Fire on that big astroid near us. Tell all fighters to ase their flght leader's telementry to target those smaller astroids. Give all capital ships with proton torpedoe launchers or concussion missiles launchers our telementry. I want a big salvo right at the front."
"Yes sir."
Two hundred and fourty missiles and torpedoes flew at the front of the astroid. The fighters used their flight leader's telementry.
"Have a lock."
"Fire on mark when you receive my telementry."
"Fire in ten seconds, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, MARK."
"Fire three, two, one, MARK."
"Recieved telementry. Fire one mark...MARK."
"I have a lo-"The transmittion was cut off as the TIE Defender exploded.
"I'll take control of the flight, fire on mark...MARK"
"I-"transmittion cut off again, this time a B-wing pilot died.
"I'll take-"An A-wing pilot was vaporized.
"Three flight get a replacement from the A-wign squad."
"Two flight get a replacement from the A-wing squad as well. A-wing squad, give us the remainning fighter."
The fighters quickly oreineted themselves in the new flights. This happenned again and again.
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"Tell the Defience, Liberty Star, Shadow Star and Eternal Light to cut to the back of the astroid. Tell them to take Defender with them."
"yes sir. But sir we have lost contact with Defiance."
"What?! How?!"
"I don't know. One second we could contact them, but now we don't have any reply."
"Keep trying."
The two MC-100as and the MC-200 pulled up with the Defender and started to go past the astroid, shooting back and forth at each other. The Defience stayed put, not moving or shooting. The rest of the ships exchanged slavos.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> As the monstrosity of torpedos and missiles soared through the empty space between the Mon Cal cruisers and the heavy cruiser <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Kin of Agony<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, seeping past the coral skippers at ever increasing speed. Warmaster Zhin gritted his teeth together anxiously and watched...they had all targetted the same spot on the heavy cruiser and then...the dovin basal tore open its black well, sucking in each and everyone of them, sending them into an unknown abyss of gravitational discurrency.

Zhin let out a deep throated laugh as the Mon Cal's missiles had nearly all been exhausted in one blast, and thus the ships moved onward, craving for the blood of their foes. With the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Defiance<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> offline...the battle was going to be an easy battle.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Do we have a chance against that warfleet Warmaster Zhin? They outnumber us three to one it appears<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><!--EZCODE BOLD START--> the Yammosk thought to the Warmaster as the battle continued to rage. No shots had been fired from the enemy abominatory turbo laser cannons, and thus the Warmaster had reasno to believe they were out of range of the cannons...but the plasma was well within ample firing range at the time.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"We will do well,"<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Warmaster Zhin said with a defiling grin as the Worldship too began veering near the enemy shells of capital ships. Plasma began raining from the ships onto the enemy, finishing off the lancer and nebulan frigates to the right flank, or forcing the crews into hyperspace.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> To route is all we want...to route<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Zhin snarled as the Defiance suddenly went up in smoke from the claws of Yuuzhan Vong...already four losses, four warship losses by the infidels...it was working too perfectly so far.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"Fire all turbolasers and ion cannons across that astroid. Tell the ships to fire on these points. A full launch at one, then a full launch at another and a fullluanhc at another. Tell the to do it for each of the points."
Fourty missiles from the Defender and Freedom zoomed in at one stop. At another, fourty from Moon Shadow, fourty at another spot from the same ship. Star Shadow shot fourty at one spot and foruty at another. The corellian gunships teamed up and fired twenty at one spot. The Liberty fired twenty at another. Hoefully the astroid wouldn't be able to stop this many different targets, with the turbolasers and ion cannosn firing all the time at the astroid. the fighters team up and shot three huge slavos at different places and resummed goign after the smaller astroids. Three had alreday died, with eight of the Mon Calamari Republic fighters down. A huge battle raged. Defience was dead in space, somehow. The astroid hadn't even shot at it.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Warmaster Zhin's tongue flickered up and down across his tenasious lips as he watched the missiles pound at his yorick coral heavy cruiser, the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Kin of Agony<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. Large chunks of its skeletal hull rained off into the distant, empty space. Eyes narrowing with a dangerous flicker of both delight and anguish, the holy warrior scoffed as several of his dovin basals missed the missiles.

The yammosk had been slightly concerned with the number of enemy war craft, but the Yuuzhan Vong simply dismissed the thought. The war coordinating yammosk was indeed smart and telepathic, but he was too numerical...Zhin counted statistics, intelligance...the will of the gods. The gods had chosen this galaxy to be cleansed by Yun-Yuuzhan...and that meant it must be done, no, it will be done.

As his thoughts transited to the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Kin of Agony<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, Warmaster Zhin gritted his teeth together while the plasma blasts rained out at the Mon Cal craft, tearing at the teetering shields that were the Mon Cal Cruisers. As the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Defiance<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> finally turned and exploded in a small flurry, killing all those inside...without any use of force from the Yuuzhan Vong cruisers.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"Warmaster Zhin," he suddenly heard behind him, breaking his concentration from the battle itself. Zhin turned to see the prefect that had nearly lost the Battle of Nar Shadda and narrowed his eyes...Prefect Tegara.

His eyes tore from the vectoring battle, and he looked the other Yuuzhan Vong up and down. There was a seering rage building up in the Warmaster, but he decided otherwise than to let his rage lash out...at least...not in the heat of battle.[/b] "Yes?"<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> he demanded in an accusing tone. The prefect gulped slightly and nervously.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"I um er, have news that the Mon Cal are currently being fleeted away and our transports are beginning to make their way to the planet...the Chizrach will be swarming the planet momentarily."

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Zhin actually allowed a "pleasant" smile to crevice his face.<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> "Good...you shall accompany them."

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> It took Tegara a moment to register, but he finally gulped down his worry and saluted with criss crossing hands.<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> "For the glory of Yun-Yuuzhan."

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Warmaster Zhin merely nodded.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> For the glory of Yun-Yuuzhan.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->


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<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> As the battle turned more and more into a massacre, the TIE Defenders' solar panels were now spinning voraciously out of control and the spherical domes that were their cockpits had what was now flotillas of corpses abroad and around. Coral Skippers dominated the space, and the two yorick coral warships slowly moved inbound for the enemy ships, the infidels having been wiped nearly off the smuddge that was the ebony outer space.

Similarly, the skeletal hulled transports slowly broke atmosphere and began creeping into the atmosphere as were the missile projectiles that slowly began picking off specifically targeted areas around the planet, smashing down specific locations such as missile turrets and anti air craft batteries. Explosions rocketed Nal Hutta, only preparing the way for the Chizrach onslaught.

Transports exited the blackish space and made inbound for the plains of Nal Hutta, specifically one of the major cities...the capital of Nal Hutta.

In space meanwhile the shields were faultering and falling from the Yuuzhan Vong dovin basals and insatiable plasma blasts that glowered into the formerly battle ready flotilla.

The Mon Cal could not expect this...they had no way of guessing...the Yuuzhan Vong were nothing they'd ever seen before.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->


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<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> With exponential flurrences of explosions ricocheting throughout the heavily industrialized city that was Nal Hutta's capital, the yorick coral transports began unleashing hundreds of Yuuzhan Vong warriors gripping their amphistaves with might unrivaled. Their bodies craved war and death as the tatooed markings and mutilating scars embodied their features.

Chizrach reptoids as well left the transports and began terrorizing those around them, amphistaves similarly gripped in their hands as well. The scaly figures emerged in perfect hordes of unrelenting destruction ton entrench the once grand Mon Cal city. Prefect Tegara was among them, gripping his own, well bred staff of destruction.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"Forward for the glory of Yun-Yuuzhan!"<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> screamed Tegara as he picked up the pace in his strong legs, running toward the fleeting army that had been totally caught off guard by the Yuuzhan Vong invasion.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

General Dwight's eyes dashed back and forth as the refugees fled onto his transports while the Rogue Imperial TIE Interceptors began smashing their green beamed lasers into the Yuuzhan Vong below, blowing several of them from their lines and creating several creases...but to no avail. They continued, slowly beginning to take ground against the storm troopers who tried desperately to hold them off.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> This is a nightmare<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> he thought to himself. He was only sent to Nal Hutta to establish a military base to defend against potential Mon Cal attack, not to ward off alien like creatures who used snakes to kill innocents. He watched as twin ion engines roared and ripped across the twilighting yet ash filled sky, dropping bombs on the advancing lines. Explosions rocketed the province around the small city they were trying to evacuate, as apparently nearly all of the capital was being overrun by the "Yuuzhan Vong". <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> So Admiral Siather was telling the truth.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

White armored storm troopers pounded the oncoming lines with voracious blaster shots that seemed only to be absorbed or reflected by the resounding, living armor on the strange, tatooed bodied figures.

He stood on the loading ramp of one of the Rogue Empire's loading shuttles, gripping a BlastTech E-11B9 Rifle, trying to load the shuffling humans, aliens, and humanoids up the ramp, shooting those that tried to claw their way through violently.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The insanity of chaos is engulfing everyone around here<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. He rocketed off more blaster shots at a Yuuzhan Vong that tried to cut through the lines, but was able to cope several back with his living carapace armor.

The Yuuzhan Vong and reptoids were everywhere, as was the blood staining the streets, and black oozing organs that flew from the exploding aliens due to the impending Rogue Imperial attacks.

He narrowed his eyes and wiped some sweat from his brow, trying not to allow the stress and fear to become too obvious. His uniform was tattered and sweaty, smelling voraciously of body odor due to the lack of bathing since the attack at Nar Shadda.

More blaster shots came from his storm trooper rifle, only to be batted asside from the advancing Yuuzhan Vong, horror began to seep into his nerves, bellowing at his heart and taunting his will power.

"Is it full?" he yelled up the landing ramp, and there was a short pause as the humanoids were pushed out of the way for one of the trandoshan pilots to raise a thumb. "Get the hell out of here!"

Dwight leapt from the ramp as it closed and the repulsor lifts roared to life. Echoing bellowment roared from the shuttle and the wings creviced from above its hull structure and then folded outward into normal flying strature.

More refugees were off, but there were still thousands, nay, millions more to get off the planet. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Do we really stand a chance?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->