Imperial Center



The Regent smiled a sinister smile.

The depths of darkness enveloped two figures in the throne room of the mighty Imperial Palace. One figure sitting feebly in an oversized chair. The other standing tall and proud.

“All is prepared, then?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Good…” the voice of Daemon Hyfe was virulent and full of a menacing glee. “It has been too long since last the forces of the New Order proved their worth.”

The General grimaced his distaste in the truth of the statement. “The galaxy has begun to forget the supremacy of the Empire. They shall never again forget.”

The Regent nodded in concession, his thin-lipped mouth ineptly forming into another smile.

“May the glory of the Empire be unto you, General.”

Space . . . The Starship Invincible



The General stood on the bridge, looking out as endless systems and planets flashed past unseen. He stood tall and proud, his manner betraying nothing of his age, and his attention never waving from the starlines in front.

The operation had been in planning for months now; the first major engagement the Empire would see after the devastation that was Tilaric Brel’s Wrath virus. Every detail had been checked, every officer briefed, every ship readied for combat.

The new age of the Empire began here, under the Lord Regent Hyfe.


And Ming was leading the first wave.

Normally, this would not be so. There had been many great Imperial commanders throughout history, and many of those had been in very recent years. Juval, Kaine, Osiaric, and even the great Lord Regent Hyfe, before his promotion to the leader of the Empire.

Normally, Ming would simply be in command of the ground troops, co-ordinating major sieges and assaults from his command centre, and an Admiral of the fleet would helm the naval warfare.

Too many died at Bastion... too many...

The controlled-chaos that had ensued saw many promotions. Ming had been fully qualified for over a decade, and was not out of practice, but until that time had simply chosen to, as it were, keep his feet firmly planted on the ground.

But now the Empire needed him elsewhere, and so he came. And he would conquer. And the enemies of all that was right and glorious in the galaxy would be destroyed, and order would be restored.

Starting here. With the first wave.


Captain Essian came up behind him, bearing a datacard.

“General, one minute to reversion,” Essian said, holding the datacard up for Ming to see. He turned from the forward viewport at last, and glanced briefly at the information gathered there.

“Very good, Captain,” he said shortly. “Is the fleet ready?”

Essian gave an affirmative, and Ming turned around and walked back down the bridge to his command chair, sitting down and preparing for the coming conflict.

The seconds ticked by, and then...

“Reversion from hyperspace, in five, four, three...” The last two counts were unnecessary, and would only serve to distract the bridge crew when the jolt came. And so the Invincible came out of hyperspace in silence, bearing down on the world of Mon Calimari.

“Jam all outbound communications!” Ming ordered, as soon as the ship had reverted. “Scan the planet, find out what kind of defences we’re up against.” He thought for a moment, and then, “And send gamma group to the far side of the planet, Jaiprenl Waterway formation. The rest of the fleet, form up as planned, and prepare for the invasion.”




Fleet Manifest:


Reign-Class Star Destroyer -- Invincible

Carrack-Class Light Cruiser -- Tesselant

Fire-Class Light Frigate -- Inferno
Fire-Class Light Frigate -- Destructor

Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M780
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M781
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M782

Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M783
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M784
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M785

Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M786
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M787
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M788

Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M789
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M790
Shroud-Class Attack Cruiser -- M791

Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket -- Constrictor
Constrainer-Class Interdiction Picket -- Anaconda

12 TIE Defenders
12 TIE Interceptors
12 Scimitar Assault Bombers

The Dark Lord of the Sith stood aboard the Imperator Mark III Star Destroyer, Vengeance. He marveled at the hyperspace swirls around the fleet as they moved towards their goal. He had always enjoyed hyperspace travel. Probably having to do something with his love of speed. However, he had also always enjoyed the feeling just before any battle. The rush of excitement, or even fear, that people felt.

Currently he could feel the adreniline rushing through his people's veins. He could feel their excitement in crushing these lesser beings into nothing. He fed upon their hate and fear of others and it empowered him.

The Dark Lord was also not a man without a sense of humor or irony. He had, infact, prepared a few special missiles of his own, filled with the corpses of a few Mon Calamari officers he had, had gutted and stuffed into the tubes. Oh the missles would explode, that much was certain, and their bodies would be a part of the destruction.

Lord Voltimas came to the bridge.

"My Lord.." Voltimas, who was nothing short of an exact replica of Vader, said as he knelt before the Dark Lord.

"Rise, Lord Vader. Take your place here upon the bridge."

"Yes, my master."

Rising, Voltimas, or Vader, took command of the fleet.

"You have command, Lord Vader."

"Yes, my master, I have command."

"I will be in my chambers, see that all goes well and I am not disturbed."

"Yes, my master."

The Dark Lord left the bridge, Vader turned to the viewport. A few moments later the captains voice rang out.

"L..L.. Lord Vader. Hyperspace reversion in 10 seconds."

Lord Vader's mechanical breathing clicked and hissed across the distance between them. His deep, authoritative voice rung out once again across the bridge deck.

"Very good, Captain. Next time, however, do not studder when speaking my name."

The captain hastily replied. "Yes, Lord Vader."

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As the ships dropped into real space around Mon Calamari, their weapons and shields were instantly charged and readied. At Lord Vader's command they waited before activating their Interdictor's gravity wells.

Soon all would fall into place, soon the Empire would show their might.

Soon the name Vader would strike fear into all once more.







Imperial Class Star Destroyer - Vengeance (Flagship Commanded by Dark Lord Maim)
(12 Tie-Phantoms, 42 TIE Defenders, 4 Sentinel-Class Shuttles)

Harbringer Class Battle Cruiser Betrayal

Aegis Star Cruiser Mk II - Executioner
(Lambda Class Shuttle, 24 TIE Phantoms)

Aegis Star Cruiser Mk II - Deliverer
(Lambda Class Shuttle, 12 TIE Phantoms, 12 TIE Defenders)

Aegis Star Cruiser Mk II - Savior
(Gamma Class Shuttle, 24 TIE Defenders)

Aegis Star Carrier - Hive
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Nest
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Lair
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Beast
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Trailblazer
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Interdictor-Class Cruiser - Imobilizer

Carrack-Class Cruiser - Wild Fire

Carrack-Class Cruiser - Winddancer

Carrack-Class Cruiser - Shadowmoon

Carrack-Class Cruiser - Missionary

10 Skipray blastboats

The swirling blue Vortex of the Hyperspace tunnel faded sharply from view and the battlegroup, Swarm God dropped from Lightspeed to join the battle just to the aft of Lord Vader's forces.

"Signal the Imperial forces that we have arrived and inform Lord Vader that our fighters can now be deployed.

The journey had been a long one, hopefully the trip from one side of the galaxy to the other would be worth thier time.

To the Victor, the spoils, K'taruuk did not intend to lose this day.


"Charge our shields and power all weapons!"

K'taruuk growled happily to himself, it had been a long time since he'd felt the surging call of battle ringing in the air and pumping through his very viens . . .he would enjoy this.


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Swarm Battlegroup- Swarm God
Commanded by High Eldar K'taruuk

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Ancestral-class Carrier-Galateek {Swarm Flagship, commanded by High Eldar K'taruuk
(119 Retak Bio-Fighters)



Beast Pack:One
Terakesh Gunship~Jeklash
Terakesh Gunship~Arhasked
Terakesh Gunship~Smishlohek
Terakesh Gunship~Iknabrak
Terakesh Gunship~Pintokosh

Beast Pack:Two
Terakesh Gunship~Keshtar
Terakesh Gunship~Reytak
Terakesh Gunship~Smishkla
Terakesh Gunship~ee'eklamaar
Terakesh Gunship~Kashk'ta

Beast Pack:Three
Terakesh Gunship~Ch'iad Feshon
Terakesh Gunship~ShimonK'inaine
Terakesh Gunship~ShauTeek
Terakesh Gunship~Isstash
Terakesh Gunship~Dakkosh

Beast Pack:Four
Terakesh Gunship~Maishaim
Terakesh Gunship~Beshpik
Terakesh Gunship~Detabesh
Terakesh Gunship~Pagasheik
Terakesh Gunship~Isllkoash

Beast Pack:Five
Terakesh Gunship~Shilishamek
Terakesh Gunship~Hikoshola
Terakesh Gunship~Kirsasha
Terakesh Gunship~Lekmaresh
Terakesh Gunship~Sensari

Beast Pack:Six
Terakesh Gunship~Jishyhesh
Terakesh Gunship~Ijlajaad
Terakesh Gunship~Omashar
Terakesh Gunship~Relora
Terakesh Gunship~Keshmar

Beast Pack:Seven
Terakesh Gunship~Iskashrak
Terakesh Gunship~Sekeshek
Terakesh Gunship~Tikishiktu
Terakesh Gunship~Sishish
Terakesh Gunship~S'aaraad

Beast Pack:Eight
Terakesh Gunship~Issharak
Terakesh Gunship~Kemrak
Terakesh Gunship~Kikramal
Terakesh Gunship~Tashameshla
Terakesh Gunship~Tothmokra

Beast Pack:Nine-a
Terakesh Gunship~Felashek
Terakesh Gunship~Hekleshakla
Terakesh Gunship~Arvaresh

Beast Pack:Ten-a
Terakesh Gunship~Sheeshla
Terakesh Gunship~Ihgranash
Terakesh Gunship~Lopaskakish


Eluder Fighter Squadron~Seshkak
Eluder Fighter Squadron~Ushmaar
Eluder Fighter Squadron~Ushalek
Eluder Fighter Squadron~Tothok


206 Further Retak Fighters
(onboard Lord Vader's Carriers)

"Sir," a Lietenant shouted "Imperial ships have just materialzed from hyperspace. They are manuevering into attack position."

Jeori swore softly to himself. This was not good. "Signal the Coalition, we'll need all the help we can get."

"They're jamming all outbound transmissions, sir."

Jeori swore again. "At least we have the Azgaurd fleet, and the New Rebellion ships."

"Sir! Another fleet has just arrived."

Jeori swore once more, loudly. He had a feeling that they would not survive this.

"And another!"


OOC Fleet Manifest

Mon Calamari First Fleet Division

Commanded by-Fleet Admiral Jeori Teebo

Capital Ships
Mon Calamari MC-90 Star Cruiser-Crimson Fire
Mon Calamari MC-40 Star Cruiser-Alliance
Mon Calamari Firewind-Class Light Cruiser-Firewind
Total-1 MC-90, 1 MC-40, 1 Firewind

Fighters
72 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Crimson Fire
12 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Alliance
6 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Firewind
Total-90 MC-10s

Miscellaneou
4 Mon Calamari Defiance-Class Hover Units
Total-4 Hover Units

Mon Calamari Third Fleet Division

Commanded by-High Admiral Filgad (NPC)

Capital Shipspub33.ezboard.com/fswalli...ic&index=2
Mon Calamari MC-40 Star Cruiser-Defender
Mon Calamari Firewind-Class Light Cruiser-Calamari
Total-1 MC-40, 1 Firewind

Fighters
12 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Defender
6 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Calamari
Total-18 MC-10s

Miscellaneou
4 Mon Calamari Defiance-Class Hover Units
Total-4 Hover Units

Mon Calamari Defenses

Commanded by-

Planetary Defenses
Gencore II Planetary Shield Generator
Total-1 Gencore II

Planetary Weapons
None
Total-None

Troops
2 000 000 Troops-Ground Based
Total-2 000 000 Troops

Starfighters
72 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Ground Based
40 Mon Calamari MC-10 Starfighters-Moon Based
Total-112 MC-10s

Miscellaneou
8 Mon Calamari Defiance-Class Hover Units
Total-8 Hover Units

EDIT-Retakenari Swarm (sp)

The Azguardian Fleet (Which, as I wish to say, was already around Mon Cal) charged shields and weapons.

"Form Up!" Roared Regrad, Grand High Leader Of Azguard.

Mike, their flagship, moved to the centre of what was their Iron Block; All his large ships formed a triangle, all his mid-sized ships filled the cracks, and all the fighters were held safely within.

"Lieutenant, this is a battle we cannot win, stand by to do your best in the name of your country. Tell the men of our situation."

Across the Comm networks, Azguards saw the figures and statistics stream across their consols. There was no help coming for them. They would fight to the end against this scum, this filth, who would set flame to this world.

Imperator-Class Star Destroyer-Mike
72 TIE Defenders

Imperator-Class Star Destroyer-Oriflame
36 TIE Defenders, 3 A-9 Vigilance Interceptors

Nebulon-B2 Frigate-Yunos

Nebulon-B2 Frigate-Jagged

Nebulon-B2 Frigate-Rocka Fella

Corellian Gunship-Azguard I

Corellian Gunship-Azguard II

Victory-Class Star Destroyer-Annihilation
24 A-9 Vigilance Interceptors

Nebulon B-2 Frigate-Jarvis
24 TIE Defenders

Nebulon B-2 Frigate-Snowy Haze

Nebulon B-2 Frigate-Freefall

Corellian Gunship-Ishon I

Corellian Gunship-Ishon II

Corellian Gunship-Ishon II

Commander Bob Tomrah looked out the viewport as numerous ships blasted out of hyperspace.

"Sithspawn. Get me numbers."

"Numerous ships which we don't know their type is comign out of hyperspace, TNO ones."

"Crap."

"Another fleet has come out of hyperspace, and another."

"Send a message to the Coalition, asking for help."

"We are being jammed."

"Jump an X-wing out of system, broadcast a message to Haven, they can relay it."

"Yes sir."

"Signal the other fleets, get those smaller gunships isolated by fighters."

The XJ X-wing jumped into hyperspace, and then came out one minute later, broadcasting it's message to Haven.

At Haven.

"Sir incoming message from Commander Tomrah. Mon Calamari is under attack."

"Mobilize the fleet. Get everything at Kamino and Ando to Mon Calamari. Signal TJE and TTR for help."

The NR fleet jumped into hyperspace, onroute to jump point alpha.


At Mon Calamari.

The XJ X-wing reappeared in the Mon Cal space, and formed up with the NR fleet.

Like a swarm of insects, they arrived in near-perfect formation. Fat with domination in their bellies, the Crimson Second fleet reverted to real space not far from the watery world of Mon Calamari.

The flagship Champion came in their center with eight other equally compotent warships arranged around and behind her. Each ship was crewed by the finest and most eleet warriors of the defected Crimson Empire and each boasted the blood red paint of their predecessors.

Under the command of Sovereign Protector Dioan Silk, the fleet had been ordered here to stand ready and assist the current situation, other directives were vague, leaving much room for Protector Silk to work. Already the First Fleet of his Lord had arrived, as had the support cultured from the Retakkanri Swarm.

Upon reversion, the bellies of the Aegis StarCarriers yawed open to reveal and disperse clouds of small TiE-Raptor fighter craft. No more then two meters long, each carried an independant droid brain and could match wits with the best pilots but, more then that, their size and cost allowed for dispersal in massive numbers.

No sooner had the first of the starfighters moved free of their bays before the command was given to activate the interdiction feild that would be generated by Crusher, the Interdictor Cruiser.

And while all this happened within moments and with direct percision, the comm channels remained quiet. Eerily silent.

Holding in perfect formation, the Second Fleet of the Crimson Regime holds silent above the planet Mon Cal. Aside their counterparts in the First Fleet they sit and wait...





Crimson Second Fleet - Command: Sovereign Protector Silk

Victory MkI-Class Star Destroyer - Champion (Flagship Commanded by Dioan Silk)
(12 TIE Interceptors, 12 TIE Bombers, 5 Imperial Landing Craft)

Aegis Star Cruiser Mk II - Defender
(12 TIE Defenders, 12 Phantoms, Lambda shuttle)

Aegis Star Cruiser Mk II - Crusher
(12 TIE Defenders, 12 E-wings, Lambda Shuttle)

Aegis Star Carrier - Destruction
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Sufficator
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Vast
(196 TIE Raptors with independent Droid Brains)

Aegis Star Carrier - Swarm
(48 E-wings)

Interdictor-Class Cruiser - Crusher

Nebulon B Frigate - Greatness

5 Skipray Blastboats

Lord Vader stood, hands clasped behind him, and watched as the Second Crimson Fleet arrived. He issued the order, and it was of course obeyed.

Deploy the Fighters.

Even as the Second Crimson Fleet was allowing their fighters loose into space, the First Fleet did the same. Hundreds upon Hundreds of fighter craft moved from the belly of the beasts. The numbers alone would baffle the minds of theif foes. Raptors, the main fighter craft of the Crimson Regime, made up the majority of the numbers. However, there were other larger fighters also within the groups.

A few squadrons of fighters, Phantoms by name, flew under cloak. He had to wonder, exactly, what the Mon Calamari made of the relatively small Imperial Fleet which he was here to support. A mere four craft, though each with it's own merit.

He had to grin beneath his helm. If only they knew what I do. He thought to himself.

"Raise the gravity wells of the interdictor and signal the Imperial Commander of our readiness to serve the Imperial Cause."

"Yes, Lord Vader."

Vader once more began to stare out the viewport, hands clasped behind him. The mechanical clicking and sucking of his breathing machine filled the air around him. He looked past his pale reflection in the dura-steel port and felt outside of himself through the Force. He was searching, but for what he did not know.

It had been many months, if not years since Rear Admiral Lei Lebron stood on the bridge of a ship. This particular ship was one of his own creation--a Shroud. He had spent many months laboring over this project and when he completed, he was estatic. Euphoric even. Sadly though, after that period in history he settled down to a teaching job. He was back though and ready to kick ass.

"Captain Commander," Lei spoke to his first officer as well as the commander of the ship, a Commander Liof; "On a secured transmittion line send the following orders to the fleet."

"But sir, won't the enemy pick it up?"

"One they don't know we exist due to our marvelous cloaking technology and two they won't be able to pin point our position with the clutter of the other transmittions."

"Aye sir. Your orders?"

"Set course for the far side of the planet. Maximum sublight." His tone was crisp yet calm. The Admiral knew what to do.

The battle would be short and bloody.