A Galaxy Divided

[Sovereign_of_Solaris 39]

Dantooine
A Dark Lord Rises

 

 

With the planet now secure, slaves kept in check and the local estates and citizens under sway of their new Lord. Now that the planet is under complete control Lord Tull takes to focusing on establishing his power-base, He would do so from the Jedi Temple. He would from its ruins construct a Sith Temple, a place for himself and others to study and train in seclusion. What once was light shall be a beacon of Darkness.

Lieutenant Maer would enter Lord Tull's temporary quarters while the construction was being done. She would stand at attention glancing over the Jedi Artifacts before looking to him as he sits seeming to look over the Jedi Holocron with curiousity as it floats in front of him.
Without turning he'd ask "Something to report Lieutenant?"

Her voice spoke with precision with a hint of pride "The Locals have cooperated fully with our efforts My Lord, the indigenous population is now under complete control. While we are still speculating the Farms should meet well above our predictions."

He simply nods "Good.." he would stand as the Holocron lands on the desk in front of his as he turns to her, a malicious smile on his face as he stares down at her "Inform the High Command of our success, how are the soldiers doing?"

Maer looks down to her datapad "Our defense force sits at just under eight thousand for the capital, but being that its the only city around-" Tull cuts in "To the point Lieutenant..". Maer clears her throat "Yes my lord, twenty thousand men are dispersed in organized peacekeeping regiments. The Remaining thirty two thousand are awaiting orders and are on standby."

Lord Tull glances to a holo map on his desk showing the nearby systems "Dispatch the Avenger to the Sinsang System nearby...I want a full detailed recon report ready for debrief the moment it returns to Orbit, While it is away I want the remaining fleet to run drills and flight practices." The Young Lieutenant bows to him and leaves his quarters.

 

Asset Update

NAVY

Harrower Class Dreadnought 'Tyranny'

Harrower Class Dreadnought 'Reaper'

 

Terminus Class Destroyer 'Avenger'

Terminus Class Destroyer 'Nebula'

Terminus Class Destroyer 'Vengeance'

Terminus Class Destroyer 'Oppressor'

 

7 Gage Class Transports

 

Harrower Standard Compliment

95 Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighers

32 B-28 Extinction-class Bombers

35 Imperial Shuttle Craft

Various Support Craft

 

Terminus Class Destroyer Standard Compliment

14 Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighters

2 B-28 Extinction-class Bombers

3 Imperial Shuttles

 

Gage Class Transport Standard Loadout

8 Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighters

3 Imperial Shuttles

 

Army

60,000 Standard Imperial Soldiers

 

 

ACTIONS
The Terminus Class Destroyer designated Avenger is dispatched away from the fleet as it makes a hyper-space jump to the nearby Sinsang System for full recon, a full detailed report to be presented upon return. (MOD PLZ)

Dantooine's success in operations of the planet is messaged to High Imperial Command, along with a Large Generous sum of Tilthes to makeup for the delay, after such on regular intervals a standard Lithe will be sent. Stores of food are transported offworld by Imperial Logistics to aid in the war.
Lord Tull sends a personal request to the Imperial High Command to requisition more troops and ground support. Meanwhile on planet, an order of Conscription is issued pulling in locals into the Imperial Military to raise a sizable increase in the current planetary defense corps. (MOD PLZ)

A Sith Temple is being constructed over the ruined Jedi Temple, extending over the Ruins he had explored, his personal chambers being built atop the ruins sheltering the Star Map as he would give it further study of its Charts. (MOD PLZ)

[ThumperJack 927]

"Oya! A'den be Mando'ade! Oya!"

 

 

With the clan's trigger fingers twitching and their once settled want for vengeance renewed, Jhes Bralor rallies them. Newly adopted and old veterans alike hear the story of their great defeat in the Mandalorian Wars, further enraging his clan, his army. Clan Bralor, now nearing their old strength and far surpassed their old love of war, delves into the front lines of the war.

 

Actions:

 

-Clan Bralor accepts the contract with the Sith Empire, moving farther into the galaxy-

 

-They begin raiding Republic defenseless and/or planets with minor defenses while making their way to Balmorra Mod-

 

-Should they come upon a lone cruiser, they would surely attack and attempt a hijack Mod-

 

-All warriors are divided into regiments and ranks according to the old Neo-Crusaders-

 

-Rations are increased for each individual slightly, better weaponry are handed out to the better warriors-

 

-Feasts are held after each victory, celebrating their win and remembering those lost-

 

 

 

[Lsuvsfar 255]

Torkah walked into the the High Council chamber of Iridonia, his robe flowing behind him as he walked in.

 

"Esteemed High Council, I have come to you in order to make some requests," Torkah stated, as they all turned to face him. "By way of the force, I have sensed that the great darkness which looks across this galaxy may not yet be stopped, and when it comes, Iridonia must be prepared! Which is why, I must first request that we bolster our army by bringing it up to sixty-thousand men, with five-thousand of them being under my direct command, along with a fleet of ships capable of defending Iridonia from Sith invasion. Secondly, I advise that you move to bolster the Agricultural, Technological, and Manufacturing centers of the economy, so as to give Iridonia the funds to fight the Sith. Finally, I ask that you find out what you can of the surrounding star systems and where they align themselves."

 

The council briefly discussed the proposal before turning back to Torkah.

 

"As for your first point," the head of the council replied, looking right at Torkah, "we will bolster the ranks of our army and build a space fleet. However, instead of the five-thousand men you asked for, we will place one-thousand under your command. Secondly, we have already made steps to boost our agricultural sector, and seeing as you brought it up we will be boosting our manufacturing and technology sectors as well. As per your final request, we will see what information we can gather, and inform you of an possible threats."

 

"Thank you, esteemed High Council," Torkah said, bowing his head before walking out.

 

As soon as Torkah was done with the council, we would return to his training, trying to further his abilities in the force.

 

Actions:

Iridonia will be bolstering the ranks of its army to 60k men.

 

Iridonia will begin building a fleet.

 

Iridonia will be focusing mainly on agriculture, technology, and manufacturing as its main source of income.

 

Iridonia will be learning what it can about surrounding planets to determine if any ally with the Sith or other hostiles. MOD PLZ

 

Torkah will be furthering his force abilities whilst waiting for his detachment of 1k soldiers to be sent to him.

[MTVSHBG 10]

Salariat, Capital of Cathar

Dez watched from his "window" as the people outside mill about Salariat, his new "town". It was clear enough that more than a few of the people had less than honest intentions, but who was Dez to judge? After all, within his room, he already kept three slaves, and not one was ever disloyal. If Dez believed in one thing, it was this; Disobedience, and disloyalty, were the worst of crimes. Of course, Dez was above that law. The only reason that law could be broken by others, is if it either minimized losses, or maximized profits. There was no other exception. Dez stepped away from the window, and glanced at his slaves. The Twi'leks were kneeling next to his chair, as they were meant to, and the Furball was standing next to his door. Below his feet, he could hear the consistent chatter of drunkards. Ever since the camps "expansion" it was more of town at that point. It had even reached the point were merchant, both reputable, and not. This wasn't the only bar in town, but it was the largest, and the parent of all the others. This bar was established as income, to provide income for the mercs, and the workers slowly trickling in. The bar was run by a pretty little Zeltron, who always seemed to know how to get the drunkards to buy just a bit more.

There was a knock on Dez's door, and Royd called through the door.

"Yo, Dez, got some news. You wanna hear it?"

Dez nodded to the Furball, and she silently entered the door. Dez made his way to his chair, and sat down, as Royd walked in, a huge Togorian followed him in, a bandage covering half his face, and his ribs. Even with the bandages though, he was still intimidating. As the Togorian stepped through the door, he snarled at the Furball. She stared back, with the same dead stare she had used since Dez had made her murder the male Furball.

"Hmm. You sure you're ready to get back on your feet, Nellis? You had some pretty back wounds, from what I hear."

The Togorian looked at Dez, with a simmer of anger in his eye. Dez knew that Nellis hated the implecation of being weak, but he also knew that Nellis would never dare raise a hand against him, for fear of losing it.

"I'm perfectly capable of handling myself. I just wanna get back out there, and get some revenge on those damned Furballs. Seems to me though, that you've dealt with the one who did this to me already. Damn shame. I was looking forward to "punishing" her later."

Dez glanced at the Furball, and then looked back at Nellis.

"I suppose you two are of "similar" anatomy, aren't you? Well, feel free to take her to a free room and "punish" her, while Royd and I talk."

Nellis grinned his toothiest smile, and grabbed the Furball's chain, yanking her from the room. To his disappointment though, she didn't struggle in the slightest. That just made him more frustrated, and he yanked her out even harder. Royd quietly shut the door behind them, and turned to face Dez.

"Your Ex sends her regards, as well as a thousand more mercs, far more experienced than the last group, though she also says that if you don't get results soon, you can forget getting anymore."

Dez nods, and strokes one of the Twi'leks heads, contemplating how best to use the new mercs.

"We also managed to capture a small tribe of Ca- ahem, Furballs. Their numbers were around twenty or so. Even now, they seem to be fighting back. The males are the ones fighting the hardest, though the females are nothing to scoff at when it comes to fighting."

Dez thinks for a moment, and a stroke of genius strikes him.

"Bring me the biggest and most resistant male. Drug him before you bring him. I want him conscious, but out of it. And set some of the new arrivals on training the green mercs, so we have some reliable soldiers."

Royd nodded, and left the room. Twenty minutes later, Nellis dragged the Furball back into the room, a scowl on his face.

"This Furball is broken. She didn't scream, or struggle. She just lay there like... like a doll! I'm more frustrated now than I was before!"

Dez nodded, expecting this to happen. He motions for the Furball to take her place. As she settles into position, he catches a whiff of something disgusting. Realizing it's her, he sends the Twi'leks and her to bathe, so he wouldn't need to deal with the horrid scent.

"Well, Nellis, there isn't much I can tell you. I know a few of the boys downstairs have a few girls available. You could always try and find something with them, that still has a spark of life."

Nellis nodded, and left the room, deep in thought. As he left the room, Dez sighed, and glanced back out the window. The dry wind was blowing through the open frame, and he could feel it on his face. He pulled his notebook from his jacket pocket, and wrote a few notes down about Nellis.

A few minutes later, and Royd walks in, followed by a huge Furball, and several guards. The Furball is unsteady, but awake. Dez stands, and approaches the beast. After studying it for a moment, he dismisses everyone. Once everyone but the beast leaves the room, he grabs it firmly by it's throat, and drags it's face down to his. He stares deep into it's eyes, for a few seconds, until the drugged stare is slowly replaced by the same dead stare of his other mind controlled victims. He releases the Furball, and calls for the guards to return it to the rest of the prisoners. The beast knows it's orders; sleep the drugs off, and attempt to convince the others of the value of working for the Exchange peacefully, and if that falls, challenge to leader of the tribe (assuming he isn't) to a trial by combat, and that at his victory, he will take leadership, at which point, he is to lead the group towards working with the Exchange, as translators, among other things, which shall be "negotiated".

Dez takes a seat, a little tired from exerting his mind so much. That beast had a strong will, even drugged. The slave girls walk back in. The furball smelled much better, though that didn't mean a lot, considering her fur was soaked. However, it was still an improvement. Dez called Royd in for one last meeting of the day. As Royd stepped in, Dez nodded to him.

"Royd, I want a guard detail set up around town. For now, designate 700 of the mercs to patrol the town, in groups of twenty each. I want three patrols on the outskirt of town, and two patrols in the actual streets. I want the patrols to rotate, so that no two patrol is out two days in a row. I want you to get Nellis, and have him hand pick 40 experienced mercs, and 100 greens, and train them so they're more vicious in combat. Tell him that he can go as far as he needs, so long as there is no serious maiming, or killing. I want you to take 10 experienced mercs, and 50 greens, and begin training them so they can be relied on for stealthier operations. This takes priority over everything else for you right now, so I'll be designating a temporary replacement for your other duties. Tell that Zeltron, what's her name... Challi, I think, to start taking care of your day-to-day jobs for however long you think it'll take to train those operatives."

Royd nodded, and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Dez stood up, stretched, and collapsed on the bed, tired from the days activities. He had the Twi'leks massage his back, as the Furball stood by the door, ready as usual. He quickly fell asleep.

 

-Actions-

The large Cathar attempts to convince the captured tribe to work with the Exchange, rather than against it. If that fails, he is to fight the leader of the tribe, in an attempt to take leadership (assuming he isn't already the leader)

 

Royd will begin training 10 experienced mercs, and 50 green mercs, to operate in stealthier operations.

 

Nellis will begin training 40 experienced mercs, and 100 green mercs, to fight more viciously, and to be able to take more abuse before going down.

 

Salariat receives a a proper patrol schedule, that uses 200 experience mercs, and 500 green mercs, to patrol both the border, and streets of the town

 

Challi, the Zeltron, temporarily takes over for Royd duties, while the stealth training is undergoing

 

[dirtryhary 26]

Kashyyyk, Gaarlof's home world and refuge. He would wander the forest for hours, deep in thought. This planet was not some backwater. This he knew with certainty, Kashyyyk was different. The mystical forest went on forever, the trees reaching for the stars. Wroshyr trees, so sacred to him and his people. They were bastions of nature itself, and life to those who lived beneath. The Wookiee, such a proud and powerful race. They could be underestimated, called simple. But few who have fought or traded with them can agree. They are an intelligent and resourceful race. No, Kashyyyk is no backwater. Counted a major navigational port, that is the first of many claims. The Wookiee made themselves helpful to the Republic, and are rewarded in turn. The coastal city of Kachirho is the heart of any Wookiee. Made within the massive trees on the coast, the city spans for miles. It's regarded a perfect blend of nature and technology. Gaarlof's shuttle entered the cities airspace, brining him down rapidly...

 

Waiting for the Jedi was a colorful procession of city officials. Most of them two metres tall, bedecked in ceremonial armor. They formed an impressive sight, their aides lined up behind them. Gaarlof respected the council, but knew they were just for show. Most of them were well above a century old. These wiser heads helped maintain the sacred peace and trade in the city. In the beautiful tongue of Shyriiwook the cities Eldest began;

 

"Welcome back to your true home, Jedi. Here you will always be known as Gaarlof, the bowcaster smith's son. We have all followed your progress, and celebrated at your victory. Swatting away the corruption that was coming our way from Onderon. Those raiders and scouts could of harassed our neighbors. You have saved our trade, and proven that Wookiee can fight!"

 

At the last proclamation, the field erupted with roars, growls, purrs, and all sorts of cheers. Nodding and roaring along with the rest, Gaarlof signaled to his aide. A good republic trooper named Katz, from the core. He had been schooled in Shyriiwook, to understand Gaarlof's commands. One very bewildered human in a sea of Wookiees, Katz sighed. Marching up to the council and Gaarlof, he went to the Jedi's side. Leaning forward he whispered. Taking the escape route, Gaarlof nodded and turned to the council. "I am over joyed to receive such a welcome, Eldest. I will be glad to throw a feast tonight in honor of this reunion. However I have matters to discuss with the Chiefs. The Republic beckons and I must go."

 

The Jedi set off at a brisk pace, Katz running to keep up. The council had expected a bit..more. Regardless they put a good face on it, and began to prepare for the promised feast. Meanwhile Gaarlof ascends the tallest Wroshyr tree in the city. "You did good Katz, pulling me out of that. You can't enter our war room, but I have a task for you. Go back down to the city, and meet up with Enti. See if you can recruit more Wookiee's to the Republic's cause." As Katz ran back down, Gaarlof is met by the Chieftain Guard. Picked for their towering height and strength, they guarded the military council. Gaarlof is relieved of his Bowcaster, a beautiful and deadly piece. Given to him by his father, who is a master bowcaster smith. Reluctantly giving it up, he also deposits his lightsaber. 

 

Inside is a dozen chiefs, who receive him with far less formality. They were picked from their various tribes, to coordinate the defense of Kashyyyk. They also controlled the defense of neighboring space, and the three moons. Called War Chiefs, they are a dozen members to form the Wookiee's military council. Their military forces varied in size and capability, none could be called a standing army. But if the council cooperated, they could pool their resources. Then a true Wookiee army could come into existence. If only a can-shell would appear, the Jedi thought. The council fully cooperating would be a rare sight. There was no threat to unite them, yet. But Gaarlof knew the Sith, knew they would eventually come for them.

 

After giving his report to the council, Gaarlof was kept up to date by the council. The Wookiees have begun to fortify their three vassal moons. Hangars for space ships, docks for trade, and orbital defenses. They wanted the moons to become small colonies, that could defend themselves and Kashyyyk. In this the military council agreed. However tribe chiefs were also working on the project. They were the true tribal leaders, not the war chiefs. Politics would stain the project, but it would keep grinding forward. Bowcasters are being produced in greater numbers, then stockpiled. Designs for Wookiee armor is drafted, and to be worked on. Ceremonial armor or whatever the independent fighters could make was slightly effective. The military council wanted better armor however, produced for blaster fights.

 

Gaarlof left the council in a good mood, at least something is getting done. He retires to his Wroshyr tree, greeted by the band. The band as they coined themselves were a score of Wookiees. For many reasons they had followed Gaarlof. They believed in the Republic, and would fight alongside their Jedi. The officers were all his personal friends. Enti greeted him at the door, Katz imprisoned in one arm. "Your aide thought to challenge me to strong-arm" was all the grizzled veteran said. Dropping Katz, he purred, and stepped out of the door way. Coming in, Gaarlof met the other three officers. "Alright everyone, your Jedi is being honored to feast with the city, military, and tribe councils. And his officers are going with him." This was met by roars and whimpers, but no one protested.

 

After many days of celebration and feasting, Gaarlof sends word back to the Republic and Order. He wishes to receive orders, or have them approve his plan of containing Onderon's spreading influence. To possibly help support the plan, he sends word that the Wookiee may well support this plan. The Republic is hungry for Kashyyyk's aid, and might try to appease them by approving the plan. Star ship reinforcements are requested along with the plan. His army is given a rest period, stationed on the moons. It was a smaller force, some ten thousand human Republic Troopers. Gaarlof deliberately keeps his army small. It made it easier to train and equip them better. Gracious donations from Kashyyyk also helps keep this small force well supplied. The core of the army however is the Wookiees who support the Republic. Given actual armor but keeping their homemade bowcasters. They inspired the common trooper, and also put a bit of fear into them. Translator droids were a frequent need, to keep communication in the green.

 

Actions in need of mod;

Success of recruiting Wookiees into Gaarlof's Republic Army.

 

Success of fortifying and improving Kashyyyk's three moons.

 

Plans to make better Wookiee armor.

 

Republic Approval of Gaarlof's plans alongside reinforcements, or assign their own orders.

 

 

 

[urukaresh 2]

_{Lord Delevasis would return to his base after his meeting with the Zabrak clans "Shipment are to be sent to the zabrak clans weapons and armor, As well as any force-sensitive male slaves, they are to be sent to the nightsisters. I personally will be accompanying the convoy to each village"}

_{"Yes Sir!"}

 

_{Supplies are brought together in a large convoy with 200 solders escorting through dathomirs Jungles and wilderness to each village with hand picked operatives being left behind in squads of 10 to teach the Clans how to properly utilize the weapons and armor in exchange for tactical information about the land and how to deal with the creatures, And upon reaching the nightsisters Delevasis would request to be Personally taught the Force abilities of the nightsisters so he may better link there groups.}

 

_{The Harrower "Nightstorm" and 2 Terminus Destroyers are sent to scout the Quelli sector and report back any space fairing vessels in the sector}

 

Fleet

2 Harrower Class dreadnaughts

4 Terminus class Destroyers

7 Gauge class Transports

Army

60,000 Imperial Soldiers

 

(More will be added in a second post later)

[sean66 272]

Admiral Zapel groggily leaves his quarters situated in one of the many military outposts that litter Dromund Kaas. He gives brief salutes to men wandering the courtyard whom think they will one day be the next Grand Admiral or Sith sitting upon the Dark Council. He quickly finds his way to his commanding officer's office. In which he is debriefed and assigned the grand title of 'Admiral of the 12 Imperial Naval Fleet'. His uniform is told be awaiting him upon the shuttle that is to leave orbit in the next hour for his new flagship the 'Shannon'.

 

As he washes his face and prepares himself to introduce himself to his new crew that will most likely consist of kiss asses, false friends, devout lackeys, and maybe a singular confidant. He adorns the macabre yet pleasing grey, black, and crimson Imperial Admiral’s uniform and adjusts the cap upon his aging greyed hair. 

 

He goes through the meet and greet upon his Pride ship, and sends out a general small but invigorating speech over holo-com to all crews that make up his fleet. He settles into his command chair, and begins to quickly assess the daunting mass of reports that litter various sectors. Upon catching a quick glance upon a subject that he believes worthy of his armada's time he jumps into action. He begins to coordinate with all levels of command within his fleet for all crews to immediately begin training and preparation for a precise fleet jump into hyperspace within the next galactic week. He also attempts to establish direct lines of communication with Lord Tull, impressed with the Lord's own fleet size and actions upon the occupation of Dantooine. He also begins to make sure the halls of every ship under his command is cleaner than his freshly shined boots.

 

 

 Assets

 

3 Harrower-Class Dreadnoughts 

 

The Amber Dreads

 

Pride of the Fleet: 'The Shannon'

'The Cardinal'

'The Kite' 

 

Harrower-Class Standard Compliment

 

95 starfighters

- Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighters

32 B28 Extinction-class bombers

35 shuttles

 

1 Oppressor-class battlecruiser

 

The Lone Apprentice

'Spry Lad' 

 

Oppressor-class battlecruiser Standard Compliment

 

20 starfighters

- Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighters

 

 

6 Terminus Class Destroyers

 

The Pod Wing

 

'The Dodo'

'The Owl'

'The Finch'

'The Gull'

'The Fowl'

'The Swift'

 

 

 

Terminus-Class Standard Compliment

 

14 Starfighters 

- Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighters

2 Bombers B28 Extinction-class bombers

3 Shuttles 

 

 

 

5 Gage Class Transports

 

The Jolly Transports

 

'The Jolly Terrier'

'The Jolly Rott' 

'The Jolly Gungan'

'The Jolly Surak'

'The Jolly Newt'

 

 

 

Gage-Class Standard Compliment

 

8 Starfighters

- Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighters

3 Imperial Shuttles

 

 

Total Starfighters

 

429 Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighters

 

Total Bombers

 

108 B28 Extinction-class bombers

 

Total Imperial Shuttles

 

138 Imperial Shuttles

 

Total Fleet Crew

 

13,500

 

Total Troop Count on Fleet

 

25,000

 

 

Actions

 

Crew purges and replacments based on personal scrutiny of the admiral upon review of military records of nearly every crew member in the fleet.

 

Fleet enters mass drilling and practices.

 

General fleet maintenance.

 

Attempt to reach direct communications with Lord Tull.

 

Calculations to be made for hyperspace jumps into the inner rim for the protection of Imperial trade routes in the future.

[Sovereign_of_Solaris 39]

Dantooine

Lord Tull exits his chambers, deep within the Harrower he has deemed worthy to be his personal flagship, Reaper. Lord Tull might not be a graduated officer from the naval academies, but he has picked up a lot in his time in the empire, particularly the last four years. Lieutenant Maer accompanies him throughout the ship assisting in inspections. "I almost find my presence here unnecessary.." he thought, the young Lieutenant seems to know how he wants things done. She gives no second chances to the crew members and reigns over them with an iron hand. For a non sith, he seems impressed with her.
Tull's comlink flashes on his wrist, he answers it "What is it?" the operator comes over the comlink "My Lord we have a personal communication from the Admiral of the 12th Fleet requesting to speak with you personally." Lord Tull nods "I'm on my way." he ends the com with the bridge officer. "Lieutenant continue your inspection of the vessel and crew I'll be on the bridge."
The Young Lieutenant salutes him "Yes my Lord."

The turbolift doors open as he marches into the bridge, crew at their stations hard at work running the Reaper through her paces and second checking systems. He steps up to the Captain of his vessel he salutes before dismissing himself as Lord Tull stands in front of the Holo-projector.
An aged Admiral appears before him.
"This is Lord Tull receiving, with whom am I speaking?..I trust this is not a waste of my or the Empires time?"
The Admiral speaks "Hello, this is Admiral Zapel of the 12th Imperial Fleet. My fleet is currently awaiting outside Dromund Kaas. My ships and crew are both currently under 'maintenance'. In my down time from the lull I have read up on your dashing success on Dantooine. I contact you to inform you of my existence as a extended arm to help both of us in future endeavors. Our fleet combined could crush the entirety of the Republic I'm sure, and I am also sure we can both see how military successes in the name of the Emperor can fair for our futures."

Lord Tull folds his hands behind his back, his attention taken away for a moment as a Junior Officer approaches him showing him something on a Datapad before being dismissed. He looks to the Admiral "I'm currently making preparations and rallying my troops and vessels for the invasion of the Sinsang system...an Industrial world that would aid the empire well should it be taken intact. The reinforcements sent by Imperial High Command are a good addition, but if we were to temporarily merge out fleets...The planetary and orbital defenses would be crushed easily making my job of leading my ground forces to secure a foothold less stressful then it already will be. I'm expecting a full recon report soon..If you can make your way to rally with my forces I'll be sure to mention your assistance greatly in my report to the Dark Council, Admiral..."

The Admiral strikes a military pose before giving a tight salute to Lord Tull, "I am thankful for your time my lord once my fleet's crew have been fully purged and re-crewed by the most competent hands I shall be on my way to the rally. Together we can do wonderful things in the name for the Empire, and ourselves. I am sure future libraries will hail many records about this fateful meeting." The communication channel would promptly be cut off.

Lord Tull grows a malicious smile across his face watching our the viewport "Things are going greater then expected.." a console flickers as sensors readoff, Lord Tull watches as a Harrower Class Dreadnought and several Gage Class Transports exit hyperspace nearby "Ah...our reinforcements..Excellent!" he turns to the crew on the bridge "Ensign, open comms to the fleet.."
The young ensign quickly operates his console before nodding to Lord Tull

Lord Tull straightens his stance
"This is a message to all crew..Reinforcements have arrived on schedule from Imperial Command. Our forces are now bolstered with the necessary force for the invasion of the Sinsang System!..The 12th Fleet is on its way to rally with us before we make the jump. We have until they arrive to prepare and ready this fleet. You all have done me well so far, and I am confident in this Fleet and its crew's ability to bring us a swift and decisive victory!"
Lord Tull raises his fist to the air as he shouts "Long Live the Empire!"
Soldiers and crew throughout the vessel all with vigor in response "Long live the Empire!"

Actions
Preparations for the invasion go into their final stages as they await word from the recon vessel.

 

INVASION OF SINSANG ASSETS
NAVAL
Harrower Class Dreadnought 'Reaper' Designated Flagship
Harrower Class Dreadnought 'Maelstrom'
Terminus Class Destroyer 'Avenger'
Terminus Class Destroyer 'Nebula'
Terminus Class Destroyer 'Vengeance'
Terminus Class Destroyer 'Oppressor'
7 Gage Class Transports
35,000 Standard Soldiers
12,000 Assault Droids
Dantooine Defense force
Harrower Class Dreadnought 'Tyranny'
7 Gage Class Transports
50,000 Soldiers

[sean66 272]

Admiral Zapel eagerly runs down the hall away from Communications in the lower bridge and up to the command deck. He settles into his command chair and writes up a general alert for all Captains and Officers of the fleet to follow through upon.

 

 

 

The Captain or Officer's datapad would read. 

 

-- ALERT FROM FLEET ADMIRAL --

 

All crews are to enter mass training immediately. Any crew planetside are to be directly recalled. 

 

Any and all Communications and Navigation personnel are to report to the bridge of their respective vessel. They must begin hyperspace calculations for the set of encrypted coordinates that will be promptly be sent after this alert to the bridge computer.

 

All Imperial Marines on fleet are to begin ship boarding procedures and practices.

 

Preparations for battle must be readied, all batteries thoroughly gone over for inspection, shields to be benchmarked, and for all crew to have a standard issue blaster pistol assigned to them.

 

-- Glory to the Empire. --

 

The message would promptly end after that.

 

The Admiral enjoys a straight black coffee and sandwich from his chair as he sends off the alert. He also overlooks basic reports on the region of space for which he may be entrenched in battle in.

Assets

 

3 Harrower-Class Dreadnoughts 

 

The Amber Dreads

 

Pride of the Fleet: 'The Shannon'

 

'The Cardinal'

 

'The Kite' 

 

Harrower-Class Standard Compliment

 

 

95 starfighters

 

- Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighters

 

32 B28 Extinction-class bombers

 

35 shuttles

 

1 Oppressor-class battlecruiser

The Lone Apprentice

'Spry Lad' 

 

Oppressor-class battlecruiser

 

 

20 starfighters

 

- Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighters

 

 

6 Terminus Class Destroyers

 

The Pod Wing

 

'The Dodo'

 

'The Owl'

 

'The Finch'

 

'The Gull'

 

'The Fowl'

 

'The Swift'

 

 

 

Terminus-Class Standard Compliment

 

 

 

14 Starfighters 

 

- Mark VI Supremacy-class starfighters

 

2 Bombers B28 Extinction-class bombers

 

3 Shuttles 

 

 

 

5 Gage Class Transports

 

The Jolly Transports

 

'The Jolly Terrier'

 

'The Jolly Rott' 

 

'The Jolly Gungan'

 

'The Jolly Surak'

 

'The Jolly Newt'

 

 

 

Gage-Class Standard Compliment

 

8 Starfighters

 

- Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighters

 

3 Imperial Shuttles

 

Total Starfighters

 

429 Mk VI Supremacy Class Starfighters

 

 

Total Bombers

 

108 B28 Extinction-class bombers

 

 

Total Imperial Shuttles

 

138 Imperial Shuttles

 

 

Total Fleet Crew

 

13,500

 

 

Total Troop Count on Fleet

 

25,000 Imperial Marines

 

Actions

 

Crew purges based on personal scrutiny of the admiral is halted until downtime and basing on an Imperial world allows it in the future.

 

General Fleet Maintenance; inspection of all ship systems, and for the systems to be prepped for battle. 

 

Fleet and crew enters mass drilling and practices. Marines to practice boarding procedures.

 

Crew armed with standard issue blaster pistols in case of boarding on any of the ships.

 

Calculations to be made for hyperspace jump towards the rendezvous point with Lord Tull, instead of inner rim. After the last transport lands in his flag ship's hangar,  filled with any officers or crew that were away on planetside as their leave, the calculations are to be punched in and the jump commenced.

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Physis, Aether, and Erebus

As Dez looked up towards the sky, he could see the ships gifted to him for the mission. Recently obtained, they hadn't even been named. Dez had been given the honor of naming the ships, not that he knew what he would name them, when he saw them. Now though, seeing them in the sky, day and night, he had finally decided. The Hammerhead Cruiser would be named the Physis, and the two Thranta Corvettes would be called Erebus, and Aether. Without turning to face her, Dez told the Zeltron filling in for Royd that the captains of their ships should be told his decision, and he sends his apologies for forcing them to fly without names. He alos wanted a message sent to the Erebus' captain for him to come planet side, because Dez had a job for him.

Dez looked down, across the town, and could just make out Nellis and his personally selected mercs. Nellis did not seem to be holding back, going so far as to personally beat one of the greener mercs himself. Dez smiled to himself, and decided Nellis had proven to be quite a loyal asset. Dez sent a message to Nellis to meet him in his room, once the captain's shuttle had departed back to the Erebus.

A short while later, there was knock on the door, and the captain walked in. Dez wanted this to be brief, so he passed along the job quickly, informing the captain that he wanted to know more about the Quelli sector, and the Erebus was to scout every planet out. He wanted to know what planets were occupied by sentient life, and want planets could be ignored, or valuable. With that the captain was dismissed, and Nellis appeared in his room, shortly after. As Nellis walked in the room, Dez turned and smiled.

"Welcome, Nellis. I've noticed you training your men, and I must say, I'm quite proud. So proud, in fact, that I have a small... gift, for you."

Dez motioned to the Furball slave he had taken, and she stepped forward. He grabbed the chain attached to her slave collar, and handed it Nellis. With a snap of his fingers, the slave blinked, and life slowly flowed back into her. As she glanced around, she realized she was in chains, in front of two mercs that forced themselves on her planet. Struggle as she might, she couldn't escape from Nellis' grip. Watching Nellis' face, Dez grinned inwards, as he saw the sadistic gleam appear in Nellis' eye, which had been missing, of late. Nellis grinned at Dez, and pulled the slave from the room, as she cried and fought to be free.

Dez would miss the slave, but she wasn't worth wasting his limited focus on. He approached the ever loyal Twi'lek girls, and grinned down at them, as they knelt next to his chair, as usual. He sat down, and laughed, listening to the Furball's cries from down the hall. She would likely only last a few days, as Nellis had been known to break slaves in a matter of days.

 

-ACTIONS-

1. The Erebus was to be sent around the Quelli sector, scouting planets. Any fleets encountered would be ignored, and no one would be sent planet side, unless necessary.

2. The Cathar slave girl is given to Nellis

[urukaresh 2]

Dathomir (addition)

After The supplies are delivered to the Zabrak Clans and Both His own Imperial Solders and the Zabrak both have at least an adept knowledge of how to both use the Newer Equipment and Traverse and survive in the Jungles of Dathomir Lord Delevasis would return to the Base awaiting the Nightsisters Price to learn there Powers.

 

"My lord What are we to do next?" The Head Engineer would ask quickly not yet knowing how the sith before him would respond

 

"I wish for a Station to be constructed Orbiting the Planet, a simple Trade and Resupply station will be more than sufficient, Assuming you can handle the task I leave it to you." Lord Delevasis would nods after saying this and return to his quarters to begin his meditation as well as await word from the High Command, The Nightstorm, Or More Importantly the Nightsisters

 

Actions

 

A resupply and trade station would begin construction as soon as possible under the premiss that having to travel several sectors over to simple resupply is more of a liability than a simple annoyance

 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

[QUICK POST]

TARIS

 

The Survivors found in the undercity are immediately transported up into Cantonia. Jedi Knight Blair saw to it that all of them were clothed, fed, and oriented into their new world.

 

"Our new arrivals are delirious, keep muttering 'bout a promised land." He had heard one trooper murmur.

 

"I've heard of such a thing. A blessed city at the core of Taris, under even the undercity. Perhaps its worth sending a few brave souls down to investigate, mm?"

 

The trooper's eyes widened and quickly back pedaled away at the prospect. Blair chuckled. Evidently hardy men would be needed to volunteer.

 

MOD ACTIONS

Republic volunteers are sought out to perform an expedition into Taris's undercity to find the mythical 'Promised Land'.

 

A cure to the Rakghoul plague is immediately put into development, using the newly found colonists as willing test subjects in return for comfortable living.

 

Cantonia's space port begins expansion, with an ever re-growing population it would need a navy to defend itself.

10 Thranta class cruiser ships are requested from Coruscant, and even Czerka, as a last resort if the Republic cannot deliver.

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On Coruscant

 

 

 

It was a early sunrise in the planet city of Coruscant, though the skies buzzed as merchants, bounty hunters, politicians, and many other citizens flew about in their hovercrafts and ships going about whatever business they must attend to later in the day. Though on this day, unlike the many before in these recent times luxurious ships dot on the landing pads beside the jedi temple. Accompanied by their jedi escorts a few higher ranking politicians and republic officials enter the chambes of the ancient jedi order. Making their way up to a meeting room on the upper levels of the temple. There they spoke for hours debating what to do about the threat of many sith apprentices beginning to surface in these more recent few months taking control of important planets of interest. One of these sith worshippers Lord Tull now recently taking control of Dantooine and have decided to travel there in a stealth mission in entering the planet under the rousse of being a merchant convoy they decide to send a very small force of 6 specially trained republic soldiers as well as two Jedi tasked to locate their contact in one of the capitol cities on the planet. These two jedi are the recently knighted sentinel Kai'tu'do and his freshly trained padawan Ja'turo. And thus they are sent off in a merchant class ship filled with various robotic parts and with their rustic looking disguises as Parts dealers. They begin their journey to Dantooine looking to acquire the whereabouts of the Lord Tull.

 

-Mod Actions-

To know whether Kai'Tu'Do his Padawan and the 6 others safely get to Dantooine without issue, and without getting their disguises compromised and captured

 

Whether they find their contact hoping to gain the location of Lord Tull (They think that he is on the planet)

 

 

[Angel~ 34]

Tatooine

 

With the hutt cartel pretty much out of the way and essentially put down by the relentless on slaught of attacks on their bases, Sith Apprentice Aayla focuses now on the housing of all the citizens of her planet after now having growing economy for her planets resources and soon a reformation of the houses around Tatooine begin, taking down the dull sandy huts and homes and quickly replacing them with suitable houses, and sometimes sky scrapper but those would come last for the businesses in the more business side of the city(Mos Eisley first as that is now the declared capital cuz yea). A certain part of the city is redesigned for the military forces, a massive compound for the troopers and machines to be put under training and repairs. Any criminals would be put under strict forced labor to help build the housing complexes around Mos Eisley and gradually this would spread too the other cities and towns, outposts being set up in each of the cities with a sizable force and turrets to shoot down unauthorized space ships are erected in them quickly. Patrols continue to happen while the effects of the terraforming continue, the growing number of engineers and scientists using the imported water and flora/fauna from Onderon and other planets to make the planet habitable, focusing on mostly the destroyed atmosphere of Tatooine. Aayla trains herself daily in the ways of the force and saber also going ahead and purchasing herself two new suits, one is a newer version of her current one and another is of a stalker outfit. In the orbit of Tatooine Aayla's fleet lays silent but inside does drills daily as they await the day a space port may be erected for them to dock which is put into construction quickly once the housing project gets a long smoothly.

http://imgur.com/oy94YHq

~Fleet Summary~

Gage Class Transports: 7

Harrow Class Dreadnoughts: 2

Terminus Class Destroyers: 4

~Troop Summary~

60,000 Heavy Infantry to Light infantry Troopers: http://imgur.com/K9ItPZw

2,000 war machines(Imperial walkers/troop transports): http://imgur.com/BCXTN2b and http://imgur.com/GkEeHc9

50 Terror Troopers: http://imgur.com/cb5lljC

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((So, are we just ignoring the fact the nightsisters and Zabrak shouldn't be present on Dathomir for another few thousand years.))

 

Torkah sat inside his quarters, meditating. He sat in the dark as he felt the force around him. During his training, he had further increased his skills with the force, but he still had much to learn. He could feel everything, and things were quite serene. However, he felt something approaching, something unnatural. Suddenly, only gesturing with a few fingers, he activated his com link and the high council appeared on the other end.

 

"Ah," Torkah would reply, seeing the council, "Esteemed High Council, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

 

"We have completed several of your requests," stated the head of the council. "We are justing getting your thousand men to you, and they should be arriving shortly."

 

"Yes, I thought I sensed something approaching," Torkah would comment.

 

"On top of that, the ranks of our army have been bolstered," he continued. "however, there are some members of this council that feel a Jedi can't match the same level of training and have as well disciplined troops as our generals. At some point, we will put your men head to head with the best that the other portion of our army has."

 

Torkah smiled, enjoying the fact he had been challenged and could demonstrate just how well a Jedi could command troops.

 

"The fleet is coming along alright, though we still need more ships. Finally, we have obtained some information on surrounding systems here in the Glythe Sector," the head of the council informed him. "From what we can tell, the Feldrona, Frithia, Iridia, and Lorista systems are still controlled by Zabrak colonists. The Vortex and Fef systems are controlled by other sentient races. The Nentan and Fornax systems have a few people in them, but they are largely uninhabitable and provide no real threat. Then there is the Valrar system, which appears to be livable, though heavily forested and is currently unpopulated. Then, there is another systems. The Aldarrn System, while it has been documented, has never been explored. However, recent astronomic data gives us reason to believe it may contain planets, a few of them close enough they could possibly harbor life."

 

Torkah nodded in approval, thinking about all the information.

 

"I expect you will be exploring that system, as well as getting in contact with the others." Torkah replied. "We must make sure these systems stay allied with the Republic. They could possibly provide us with troops as well as other assets, which we will need. Furthermore, we must ensure that this sector does not fall. If any Sith attempt to invade, we must be prepared to push them back. Anyways, thank you Esteemed Council."

 

With that, Torkah deactivated the com-link and walked outside to great the ships. One thousand Zabrak soldiers were offloaded nearby his location.

 

"Men," he announced to them, "I am Jedi Knight Torkah Ublec, and I will be your commander from this point on. Now, I am sure many of you are aware of the Sith encroaching upon the galaxy yet again, and it is our job to drive them back and liberate their people. Now, are there any questions?"

 

No one said anything, and thus began their training. They started out with a standard test of strength and endurance. Everyone passed, but Torkah was not satisfied with the results. Then he tested their melee abilities. There were strong, but their melee skills were blunt and unrefined. Finally, he tested their blaster work by having them run a short course, shooting at different things. While they were good shots, their tact in running the course left much to be desired. However, there were a few that, whilst running the course, moved with a more covert style, taking cover behind objects.

 

Torkah came up with a plan then for his men. Firstly, he would need to increase their endurance, speed, and strength which he would do with more rigorous training. Then, he would teach them some of what he knew about hand to hand, as well a few things things he knew about fighting with INSERT HERE combat to help them refine their melee combat abilities. Finally, he would improve their general tactical knowledge so they didn't blindly run into combat and get shot to pieces, but rather sought cover and made sure they were covering their flanks before ripping apart their opponents.

 

Actions:

 

Iridonia is attempting to make contact with other inhabited planets in the Glythe sector to see where they align and if they would work with Iridonia. MOD PLEASE

 

Iridonia is continuing to build up its fleet, though it currently has no completed ships.

 

Torkah is currently overseeing the training of 1000 troops under his command. The training he is administering them will go above and beyond the training a typical solider would see.

 

Torkah is working to increase his force powers, mainly focusing on combative ability.