Soft streaks of luminous blue flames streaked behind the immense figure, escorted on either side by a small task force of warships. The lush green orb that stood in the distance brought a soft smile to the Lord Admiral's face. The words still remained potent on his mind, the eternal words that rang freely of the coming days of conflict.... 'I have honor, and that honor requires that I inform the galaxy that the Holy Domesthian Empire is one and the same with LFX.'
Redemption Fleet had been dispatched in direct response to the raging Propaganda War that had been waged between the Holy Empire, and the Jutraalian Sovereignty. Varonat had become the center of attention. A sparsely-populated world littered with thick jungles, lush plains, and towering mountains in the backwaters of the Ison Corridor, merely a fraction of a jump from Bespin would prove to be the perfect staging point for an open assault on what had become this self-proclaimed Holy Empire.
The Fleet eased forward, maintaining a safe orbit around the planet, yet a defensive posture should enemy warships arrive. "The ground Task Force has been prepared, Lord Admiral." a young ensign with pale blonde hair spoke in an excited, yet well mannered voice. Xilen Darkflame nodded his head, and with the flick of his wrist, dismissed the Ensign.
His nose flared, breathing in the faint, musty fragrance of the manufactured air that continued pumping into the bridge of the Darkflame, a faint reminder of his duties to the Jutraalian Navy. Years of service had served to train his sences to distinctify exactly what was going on about the bridge, mechannically, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
From the Transparisteel viewing port, the small landing craft came into view, under heavy escort by Chiss Clawcraft. He leaned back, folding his arms behind his head as he kicked hhis black leather boots up onto the arm of his massive command chair. "Ensign," Xilen's voice sounded once more. "Keep me posted every few minutes with the readings coming in from our long range scanners. I want to know everything that goes on within the Bespin System ten minutes before it happens..."
The ensign chuckled, and nodding his head, offered an entheusiastic "Yes, Sir!"
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<font size=-2>24 Chiss Clawcraft, 36 TIE Defenders</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Desperation
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Isolation
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Eternity
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Residence
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Dreamscape
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Lordship
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Imperial Honor
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Iron Fist
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Interceptor-Class Escort Carrier - Eternal Silence
<font size=-2>96 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
300 Droideka Destroyer Droids
75 All Terrain Tactical Enforcers
5 All Terrain Armored Transports
10 Armored Assault Tanks
Redemption Fleet had been dispatched in direct response to the raging Propaganda War that had been waged between the Holy Empire, and the Jutraalian Sovereignty. Varonat had become the center of attention. A sparsely-populated world littered with thick jungles, lush plains, and towering mountains in the backwaters of the Ison Corridor, merely a fraction of a jump from Bespin would prove to be the perfect staging point for an open assault on what had become this self-proclaimed Holy Empire.
The Fleet eased forward, maintaining a safe orbit around the planet, yet a defensive posture should enemy warships arrive. "The ground Task Force has been prepared, Lord Admiral." a young ensign with pale blonde hair spoke in an excited, yet well mannered voice. Xilen Darkflame nodded his head, and with the flick of his wrist, dismissed the Ensign.
His nose flared, breathing in the faint, musty fragrance of the manufactured air that continued pumping into the bridge of the Darkflame, a faint reminder of his duties to the Jutraalian Navy. Years of service had served to train his sences to distinctify exactly what was going on about the bridge, mechannically, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
From the Transparisteel viewing port, the small landing craft came into view, under heavy escort by Chiss Clawcraft. He leaned back, folding his arms behind his head as he kicked hhis black leather boots up onto the arm of his massive command chair. "Ensign," Xilen's voice sounded once more. "Keep me posted every few minutes with the readings coming in from our long range scanners. I want to know everything that goes on within the Bespin System ten minutes before it happens..."
The ensign chuckled, and nodding his head, offered an entheusiastic "Yes, Sir!"
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Redemption Fleet (2nd Jutraalian Fleet)
<font size=-2>Commanding Officer: Lord Admiral Xilen Darkflame
</font><hr> Imperial-Class Star Destroyer (Mk1) - Darkflame<font size=-2>24 Chiss Clawcraft, 36 TIE Defenders</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Desperation
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Isolation
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Eternity
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Lancer-Class Frigate - Residence
<font size=-2>No Fighter Compliment</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Dreamscape
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Lordship
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Imperial Honor
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Carrack-Class Cruiser - Iron Fist
<font size=-2>4 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
Interceptor-Class Escort Carrier - Eternal Silence
<font size=-2>96 Chiss Clawcraft</font>
300 Droideka Destroyer Droids
75 All Terrain Tactical Enforcers
5 All Terrain Armored Transports
10 Armored Assault Tanks