Star Wars: A Fractured Galaxy

[Sylvio]

50 Years after the Confederate Civil War, the galaxy is now a shadow of its former self. Smaller entities have arisen amidst the conflict. Only time and fate will unfold what this galaxy has in store for those living in it. @Cicada3301 Cruallassar SilverSentinal

50 ACW (After the Civil War)

Results of the Corellian Federal Election

The results of the election are in, Dill Sundan the front runner of the Sovereign Party has beat Breila Turso of the Liberal Party by only two votes! With the Corellian Corporate Council, Free Democrat Alliance, and Duro Party barely making the cut! With the sovereigns winning their third election in a row along with majority rule in the Corellian Council. What do the sovereigns have in store for the federation? We are now live in the Legislature Building where Prime Minister Sundan is giving his speech to the Council.
- CNS (Corellian News System)

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand before you as the federation's new Prime Minister. Thanks to the administrations before us, Corellia and its brothers have seen prosperity and security. As your Prime Minister I promise to do whatever it takes to protect the people of this Federation and bring wealth and happiness to all its people. Councilmen and people of Corellia, I ask you all for your support as we lead Corellia into a new dawn.




Planetary Occupations

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A week after the election, the Prime Minster Sundan authorized the occupation of the worlds, Sacorria, Goorla, TInnel and Rydonian Prime after the local governments consented to the occupation. Corellian Marines have been deployed to the surface of each planet to oversee the occupation goes smoothly. Each planet had its own Marine Corp sent to the ensure the planets transition into Corellian Federal membership. Fortunately for both parties, each potential member world saw a smooth transition with the populace of each of the planets supporting membership. The marines remained once membership was ensured, that way each world can recruit enough people into a Defense Force Corp.

New shipyards and Golan I platforms were being built above orbit of each planet. Plans were being made to build a new fleet in the Western territories and local governments were making an effort to correspond with the fleet constructions. Employment for the Defense Force, Marines, and Navy had seen a spike. It was a good time for Corellia, boosting the morale of the people she governed.

Corellian Envoy to The NFCD

A small detachment of CR 90 corvettes were carrying the diplomatic delegation to Kuat which housed the high authority of the Ninth Fleet Command Dominion. Ambassador Jamix Sult was nominated by the Prime Minister to ensure good relations and mutual cooperation between Corellia and the NFCD. He was nervous to say the least, these guys were sitting on one of the most powerful fleets of the Core and the last thing that was needed was making a bad impression of Corellia. As the corvettes approached the shipyard established contact with the envoy. "Unknown fleet, this is Kuat Shipyard Command. Identify yourself."

The captain of Sult's ship immediately responded. "This is The Corellian Envoy Fleet to the Ninth Fleet Command Dominion, requesting to meet with High Commander Chi'vas Ji'haldri. Sending you our authorization code now." The captain sent a hail to the shipyard that had the code they needed to see Commander Ji'haldri.

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Actions

-Corellia swears in Dill Sundan as its new Prime Minister
-Corellia occupies Sacorria, Goorla, TInnel and Rydonian Prime with no opposition
-A fleet is being built above Sacorria
-An envoy fleet is sent to Kuat to open talks with The NFCD









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[Cruallassar]

NFCD
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Clarity of focus. For years, I have pursued such...my own flagship is bears the name, after all. And most would say I have achieved this ideal. But everyone lives within their own box, their own sphere of influence and effect. To the new Steel Jedi in the academies, to the soldiers under my command, even to my command staff, I possess clarity of focus, for I have mastered their spheres of influence long ago. Yet my own sphere, my own box, remains indistinct...hazy...for it encompasses all of theirs, all the systems my fleet patrols, and yet...I lack direction.
Fifty years now we have waited, building our fleets. Why? What have I waited for? For some great Jedi Master of old to come sweeping out of the stars and offer me purpose? I could no longer trust such an event if it came. For the Republic to suddenly reform anew around me, granting me some foothold upon which to find my place in the galaxy? Foolishness, all of it. For years I have maintained my focus on that which we have done for decades, even as the Jedi of old did, yet I have not looked to the future.
I visited the academy yesterday, as I have done before. The future Knights show promise...even as those who came before did. I asked them what they believed their place was in the galaxy. There were the usual answers...a few mumblings from those who had not considered the question, and perfectly good answers from those who had. But I had the chance to talk to some of them, and there was insight to be found. I asked one padawan about where he thought his future would lead, and his answer surprised me. He said, "I don't know. Forwards." I pressed, of course...this padawan had shown initiative in pursuing success, and he continued. "I'm chasing the future along the paths it offers me. But I have no idea what it holds. I only know that I can act, or I can wait for the future to come to me. But the best defense is a good offense, and whatever the future may hold, it is forwards. So I pursue it, and eventually, I'll catch it, and know."
When one looks out into space, it is common for the inexperienced to be paralyzed by the infinite. The vastness of it all...the void. So much lain before you. Perhaps...no, it is certain, that such has been my own situation as well. The future is like the void...but I know, I know, that if I do not come to it, it will come to me.
So I will come to it.

High Commander Ji'haldri put down the stylus. Datapads and computers were well and good, but there was just something...personal, about writing the words himself when it came to his journal. Closing the plasteel-bound book, he slid it into a compartment on his desk and sealed it. Calling up several holographic screens above his desk, he took a moment to examine them, then got to work.
Orders were sent out. The fleet was moving. Not much, mind...but enough. Task groups were organized, new patrol routes drawn up and Jedi representatives dispatched to nearby systems. The NFCD had neither the interest, nor the personnel for occupation...but feelers had been sent out for years now, instilling a positive opinion of their ships and agenda, and it was only a minor step from positive relations and trade to including systems within the NFCD perimeter. It wouldn't take long to install permanent representatives and recruiting bases after that. Uquine, Damoria, and Glithnos were the first step...but momentum began with small steps.
The first objective would be solidifying a position from which a true galactic campaign could be engaged, be it through economic, diplomatic, or militaristic means. KDY had holdings and owned companies across the galaxy, it would be easy for potential enemies to cut off valuable supply lines from Rothana or elsewhere if their attention was attracted. Therefore the NFCD would have to move quickly and carefully to guarantee the safeguarding of those holdings before moving on to more aggressive actions. While at it, the Core Worlds would need to be unified again...Alderaan, Corellia, even Coruscant itself...bringing them together would be a critical objective. Fortunately, one of those would be an easy matter at least.

Viceroy-class Star Destroyer
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"Corellian Envoy Fleet, clearance code accepted, you are cleared for approach. Transmitting approach vector now. Do not deviate from this flight path. The ship carrying your envoy is to dock in bay A-0103, an escort will be waiting. The High Commander has been notified of your arrival."
As the Corellian ships approach along the designated flight path, the sight of the Kuat Ring and the NFCD fleet spreads out before them. Viceroy-class Star Destroyers maintain a defensive perimeter around the ring, and looming above was the shadow of the NFCD Flagship, the Clarity of Focus. Fleet tenders and patrolling starfighters criss-crossed between and around the various capital ships, and freighters waited in lines to approach available hanger bays. The glory of Kuat Drive Yards is there to behold in all its splendor.

Upon landing within the ring, the diplomatic delegation would be met by a military aid and a cadre of Steel Jedi Knights, each clad in the gleaming armor and slate Mandalorian-style kama and pauldrons of Steel Guards. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the entourage is brought further into the ring's facilities. A few corridors and elevators later, and the group would arrive at the office of the High Commander. Through the utilitarian doors is a wide, open chamber, with a reflective black floor and a twenty foot high viewport along the back wall, looking out over the stars, shipyards and fleet. Behind the wide desk and chair, looking out through the transparisteel, stands the unmistakable figure of a Jedi, with a silvery-grey robe over black Katarn commando armor, hands clasped behind his back, and a pair of lightsaber hilts...one straight, the other curved...clipped at the back of his belt. The High Commander turns as the delegation approaches, sizing up the group and tapping a button on the desk, and an appropriate number of ergonomic chairs rise in front of the desk for them.
"Welcome to Kuat, ambassador. What can I do for the people of Corellia?"

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Actions

-The NFCD begins mobilization for expansionary policy.
-The NFCD extends protectorate status to Uquine, Damoria, and Glithnos, and begins laying the diplomatic groundwork for further expansion.
-The High Commander receives the Corellian envoy for diplomatic talks over Kuat​

 

[SilverSentinal]

The life around the T.S.U have been quite interesting today . Today's events caused all 3 Grand members of the council to take part. Grand Sentinolyte Sara-mara was currently standing in the main hall of the grand temple with 2 Alpha 2 members , investigating an artifact that was recently brought there and a lot of hell seemed to have followed it which prompted the attention of the other 2 Grand Councilors. Lia investigated the artifacts , levitating them and giving it a deep searching look of investigation "My my , i can see why these beauties stirred up such a fuss among the pirates ......looking at designs , these were the lightsabers of the first masters of the temple on Tython though no one ever knew what happened to them , not even the jedi " she said as she gave the 2 by her side a quick glance before placing them back into the case " Take this to the vaults and make sure it stays there ......we will keep them here for now until someone comes to claim , till then they are here for historic purposes and educational purposus " she said as the Souls took the case with the sabers down to the vaults of the Temple before Grand Acolight Lum Verrsue joined her . He was panting a bit before cracking his neck " These pirates had a lot of guts attacking us , what was it ? " he asked "I will brief you and Grand Darcolyte Maar when we are in the sanctity of the council room again but for now we have other things to do" Lia said as she walked with Lum , a droid floating next to them poping up a hologram of Grand Darcolyte Zen Maar " The pirate fleet has been stopped and destroyed , we won't be hearing from them anytime soon , what were they after " he asked as lia sighed " i'll brief you and Lum once we are back in the sanctity of our council room . Zen , i want you to travel to Dromund kaas and see how the proceeding are going with the research and development of our latest project is going .....they tend to be more straight with you Lum , i want you to reach out and see what other factions have grown from this terrible clone wars history" she said as the 2 nodded and left

Lum went to his personal chambers and started searching the galactic holonet and found that a few have risen to power once again after these 50 years and reach out to the closest one , though only a few know of their existence , not looking to change that just yet Lum looked for a secure transmission frequency to a planet long lost to the old republic .Tython , there have been a few disturbances in frequencies there so the chances that some one is there wouldn't be a surprise @Cicada3301

Zen Maar's harrower class dreadnaught arrived at Dromund kaas and he was on the first transport down to the planet . reaching the spaceport , he looked for the first transport to Kaas city so that he can go through the process they had been working on . After some time he finally stepped into the research facility and was greeted by the one in charge there "Grand Darcolyte Maar , what a surprise " the scientist said before Zen walked past him " I'm sure it is , now tell me , how far have you gotten with our new experiment " he asked as the scientist went over a few things "well , he had a few things to iron out master but it is coming along great , he have been looking to test it on dromund kaas once built but we need permission from the council " he said as maar nodded , i want that report send to our council , this planet wide shield will prove quite useful , come , let us discuss it " he said as he and the scientist moved into a closed off room ready to discuss this experiment
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*attempting to establish connection with tython*

*development of new shield technology under way*

*new rare artifacts had been brought to them so the knowledge of the new generation is being expanded *​

 

[TheSunVanished]

The Galactic Remnants of the Republic
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Jarvis Anjek was tuning in to the various galactic frequencies they had obtained over the years. He tuned into one in particular, the T.S.U. he was on the planet Tython, listening closely for any sounds or voices.

"Hello? Can you hear me? This is Jedi Knight Jarvis Anjek of the Galactic Remnants of the Republic, I repeat this is Jedi Knight Jarvis Anjek of the Galactic Remnants of the Republic, do you read me?"
SilverSentinal
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*Connecting with T.S.U.​

 

[SilverSentinal]

(@Cicada3301 Wanna take this to pm ? )

 

[TheSunVanished]

(Sure SilverSentinal

 

[Kibaa]

The Outer Rim Disposition

"Doggon! Your majesty, surely, someone so wise as you realizes that that is a preposterous amount of money!" An aged Dug dressed in luxurious silks squawked at the God-King of Dagobah Prime. To carry his physically frail body, a hovering chair floated beneath him, draped with the banner of Malastare. Around here, he could be easily identified as one of the wealthiest fellows in the Tarabba Sector. Magistrate Kode Ggugged, treasurer of Malastare's oil industries. "When I first approached you, your majesty, we had agreed that there'd only be one investment with no further stipulations. Now, this'd be the third investment, and you haven't even repaid the first one. Your majesty, I cannot sign off on this. Surely you understand."

Inside the protected lair of Doggon, Enforcers silently patrolled the upper catwalks. On the illuminated floor beneath, Grand Commissar Lar Vodon eagerly watched the negotiation unfold, his shark-like teeth pressed into a smirk as devious as ever. Only he, aside from Doggon, was aware of the trap that Kode Ggugged had walked himself into. The orb containing Doggon whirred, facing Kode. It blinked once. "How very unusual of you, Magistrate. Your timidness is unexpected.... Must I remind you of the promise we made? Malastare will have all of its money back, and more. This is only an obstacle on our path to salvation. Sign the agreement, Magistrate..." Doggon's tone and pitch undulated as he spoke, his voice resonating deeply with Kode. Reluctantly, the Dug glanced downwards, and promptly inserted his signature to sign off on the investment. Grand Commisar Lar Vodon's villainous chuckle could be heard from the background as he approached forward, gingerly taking the document from Kode Ggugged. "How splendid." As the Grand Commissar made his way back into the shadows, a sudden silence befell the lair. The Enforcer's loud footsteps were no longer heard, as they had all halted where they stood, turned, and took aim at the helpless magistrate.

Kode, terrified into paralysis, remains speechless as an ominous silence befalls the lair. In an act of rage, courage, and hope, Kode Ggugged plays out his only option, drawing a small, personal pistol from the inside of his robe. With a quick wrist, he fired a single shot off at Doggon, only to be mowed down by a hail of Enforcer fire before his own shot was even halfway to its target. Regrettably, the shot from the measly pistol merely flicked off of the bubble shield around Doggon's orb, ricocheting elsewhere.

Doggon whirred backwards as the Grand Commissar quickly raised his arms victoriously, letting out a malicious laugh whilst Enforcers swiftly leaped down to ground level, forming up behind the Commissar. In a very dramatic fashion, Lar Vodon aggressively shoved forth the two doors leading back into the Forum, where the Commissars of the Disposition were congregated.
"Treason! Magistrate Ggugged has betrayed us!"
Theatrically stumbling forth, a squadron of Enforcers spread out as they entered the room behind Lar. Two of them marched forth, standing at either of Lar's sides. One held the now deceased body of Kode Ggugged, and the other held forth a holographic recording of Kode Ggugged attempting to assassinate Doggon during a peaceful financial negotiation.

The room of Commissars, many of them being droids, was sent into an uproar.
"Make no mistake, Commissars! Malastare has attempted to take the life of our Savior! See it with your very eyes!"
All it took was one glimpse at the repeating footage to convince the entire forum. They were all simultaneously enraged and wishful for revenge. Doggon and Lar Vodon had been manipulating all of the strings in order for this war to take place, and it had finally worked. Doggon's orb proudly rolled forth into the forum, instantly drawing absolute silence from the room.
"Rally your fleets."
The room cheered unanimously before scrambling off alongside groups of enforcers, each now having many preparations to make for the coming conflict.
Alerts of the Forum's decision sounded out loudly across the systems of Dagobah and Utapau, showing both the footage of Kode attacking Doggon and Doggon's declaration of war.
All accross both systems, hundreds of ships, all varying in size and shape, began to surge from the dense scrap which made up the apparent surface of most of these planets. Enforcers came forth, marching down the streets as they boarded whatever emerging ship they could find. In just minutes, the sky appeared to be almost entirely blotted out, the amassing fleet blocking out much of the incoming light. This was the Outer Rim Disposition's infamous Hellion Swarm, setting forth on a warpath directly towards Malastare.

Grand Commissar Lar Vodon snickered maliciously as he and Doggon returned to the privacy of the lair. "You are as flawless a leader as ever, your majesty." The Pau'an complimented.
Doggon's light became a little dimmer. "Our plans have all come to fruition. We've secured all of the funds we needed, thanks to that spineless wretch. This loan will send Malastare into bankruptcy, crippling them. Now that they are vulnerable, our armies will shatter Malastare. The oil found on Malastare will allow us to fuel an even larger fleet, while the funds that we'd receive from controlling this oil industry will allow us to fund it. Our path to salvation will then be nothing but a step away.

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Actions
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-Murdered the Treasurer of Malastare
-Crippled Malastare's bank, and received money
-Entire fleet is currently flying directly to Malastare to invade it


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[Sylvio]

Corellian Envoy to The NFCD

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The Corellian delegation had docked at the designated bay. The three corvettes were hooked to the gates and the delegation were greeted by the Kuat Ring's security, "Stay close and make no sudden movements. The majority of your security team will remain here." The security officer said and Ambassador Sult nodded and the security team had stood around the envoy as they escorted them throughout the station. The envoy only had Jamix Sult and his staff. They were impressed to see how efficient this place was, it was super busy and ships were being built in every construction hanger. The delegation was brought to a lift that would take them to the command floor where High Commander Ji'haldri resided. The security officer brought Jamix before him. "High Commander, the Corellian envoy is here." The officer said and left Jamix to his original station. "High Commander, I'm Jamix Sult from the Corellian Diplomatic Corps. I've come with terms written by my government." He said as they were led to a conference table.

"Our demands are what follows. First a pact of non agression and open trade between the worlds under our protection. Second we ask for the schematics for a phase one Victory class star destroyer in return for CEC's CR 90 Corvette schematics. Third we represent your claim to the planet Rendili. And fourth, we would like to open an embassy on the Kuat Ring."

Core Reclamation Initiative

Aggressive expansion was gonna be the new primary policy of Prime Minister Sundan. With the support of the majority of the Corellian Council, a new bill was put into the Cornelian Federation, the Core Reclamation Initiative. Known locally as the Sundan initiative, cause everyone knew that this action would either make or break Dill Sundan's career. Essentially the plan was to claim a straight route to Coruscant and claim as much of the Core as possible. The new systems worked basically as its naval shipyards, cranking out entirely new ships. With the initiative, the ship building business boomed as the Federal government was indeed for warships. Many immigrants from outside of Corellia moved to Corellia's western systems to find work. CEC claimed all the ship building contracts and was now gaining more and more support from the Federal government.

There was also recruitment into the marines and navy as a huge propaganda campaign was initiated once the initiative was put into effect. Recruitment centers had men lining up around blocks. Considering the fact that Corellia has been mostly dormant, this was the perfect time to find change in life. There was a galaxy out there and it wasn't waiting for them. It was only a matter of time before the military could start shipping out new young men and women to claim glory for Corellia.


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Actions

-The Corellian envoy opens negotiations with the NFCD
-The Sundan Administration puts the Core Reclamation Initiative into effect
-An influx of non-Corellian citizens move to Corellia's most recently claimed territories to work in the shipyards
-Recuitment for the navy and marines skyrocket with new regiments being formed



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[Cruallassar]

NFCD​

-Negotiations with Corellia

"Our demands are what follows. First a pact of non agression and open trade between the worlds under our protection. Second we ask for the schematics for a phase one Victory class star destroyer in return for CEC's CR 90 Corvette schematics. Third we represent your claim to the planet Rendili. And fourth, we would like to open an embassy on the Kuat Ring."

Ji'haldri taps another control on his desk, bringing up a holomap of the Core Systems. Worlds and hyperspace routes within and between NFCD and Corellian territory were highlighted.
"Demands. Such interesting terminology." He mused for a moment. "We are happily prepared to enter into a pact of non-aggression and open trade, first and foremost. KDY has always admired Corellian engineering...its starships are typically rotated out of service for something better after a few decades, while yours continue to work the spaceways almost a century after their inception. We could learn a thing or two from that, and could use some good corvettes. As such, we'll agree to the trade of our Victory-class designs in exchange for such. And embassies are acceptable as well, though we will request a like consideration on Corellia. It is your third point that confuses me..."
The High Commander turns back to Ambassador Sult.
"Would you clarify for me what exactly you mean when you say that you represent our claim to the planet Rendili?"


Elsewhere on the Kuat Ring, engineering personnel were overseeing the finishing configurations of a large drydock. This wasn't new business, but it was of importance, the first step to the construction of a new ship. The space scaffolding slid together smoothly, nine kilometers of housing in preparation to begin the real work. Materials and prefabricated parts had already been gathered, the buyer...the only buyer...had already offered payment for the contract. And at the green light from the engineers, the work began. Huge pieces of durasteel started coming together, laying the keel for a new dreadnought.

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Actions

-Continuing negotiations with Corellian Envoy
-Laying the keel for a new SSD​

 

[neogreggory]

Dominion of Allmwick
50 ACW

Space Station Above Rothana, Training Room​

"Hyeaaaah!" With one final motion the droid's metal legs buckled failed, sending the droid to the ground. It was a wicked looking thing, humanoid, with thick armor plating in fearsome black, but where hands should be were instead pairs of long claws, well suited to rending and made all the more deadly with electrical energy flowing through them. As the battered war machine tried to raise itself only to stumble and fail there was a distinct popping sound as the victor snapped their head from one side to the other. This droid was almost a worthy training partner, but for all its killing power and hand to hand focus the thing was still too slow and far too predictable.
"Havin' fun boss?" Came a harsh yet cheerful voice from the door. There, leaning against the doorframe, was Saath Volon, a Devaronian mercenary. His smile gleamed with sharp teeth and his red flesh was brought up well by the slick black coat he wore everywhere.
"Humth, I wish. It has been too long since I've faced a foe worthy of me. It is uncommon to see you here Saath, have you come to train against me?" Tyrhan asked as the warrior and leader of the Dominion stode away from his fallen foe, the warrior setting aside the metal rod he had used as a weapon against the wall as he neared the mercenary captain. "Ha, I've seen you fight boss, that ain't happening. You'd be on top of me before I could say draw, I'm here to let you know Kaldor wants to see ya." Tyrhan now stood at the door, his muscular frame, nearly completely exposed, loomed over the Devaronian but if the devilish mercenary was uncomfortable he showed no sign, "I see. Where might Kaldor be then?" Saath shrugged as he moved to allow Tyrhan through the door, "Last I saw he was up on the observation deck, now if you don't mind boss I've got my own duties to attend." With that the merc slinked away, giving a two finger salute as he walked off down the halls of the space station. Tyrhan meanwhile walked the other direction.
The warlord walked the halls at a brisk pace. The halls were cold and grey, not at all like the carven nearly organic walls in the factories of Hypori, nor the bustling colorful streets of Pzob. The space station, floating over the world of Rothana, was built not unlike dozens of twigs tied together, a series of thick metal rods that together formed a docking place where warships were built, fielded, and dismantled. The station, both inside and out, was pocketed by numerous blast marks and scars from the recent battle, indeed Tyrhan could still vividly remember the fight, each swipe of his blade, the face of each foe he ended. The warlord released a breath as he fondly remembered the battle. While none that day were capable of challenging him specifically, it was still a worthy battle, one that had left its mark on the world and everyone on it.

As the barbarian moved through the station he found himself at the stairs leading up to the observation deck. Tyrhan could guess what the droid wanted to talk about. He didn't trust the droid, could never trust it. Kaldor was sworn to a dead thing, to something that no longer existed, and the warlord knew that the day would come that Kaldor would stab him in the back in a bid to bring that thing back to life.
With a sigh he pushed on up the stairs. At the top he found a wide chamber, a hall with walls and ceiling of glass and a line of seats going through the middle of the room. From here one could observe nearly the entire shipyard, as well as local space. Tyrhan strode across the room, before he had entered he knew where the droid stood. The warlord walked up behind the super tactical droid, a remnant of the CIS designed to win wars. The droid peered out into space, their three gleaming yellow eyes focused on a vast construction project. "It is seventy eight point two four percent complete. I estimate that we are no less than one hundred and fifty times more efficient then the original organic workers who started the construction." Tyrhan looked over the black metal shoulder of the droid, down at the vast warship nearly finished. "The organics who originally commissioned this ship will come to reclaim it, I see no other possibilities." "What are the odds they don't have the troops or the ships to get here? Or that someone gets in their way before they reach us?" The droid silently whirred, before responding in its gruff mechanical voice, "They have the resources, I see a two point nine percent chance of them being halted on their course here, they won't be stopped."
Silence held over the room, with only the sounds of faint metal whirling and the occasional sound of leather and pelt brushing against one another as the warlord shifted his weight. "Will the ship be ready when they arrive?" Tyrhan asked. More silence. "It is unlikely. The shield generators have proven... troublesome. We will require additional resources to install them. The cloaking field generators have also proven unreliable, and will require further calibration. At this time, the ship can cloak for no longer than a standard hour, with glitches common." "I see. Hmm..." The warlord brought a hand up to his beard, scratching through it as he thought. "I have an idea. Gather my other commanders and meet me in the war room." The droid turned to look at Tyrhan and nodded, "Very well."

Space Station Above Rothana, Mercenary Canteen​

Saath swaggered into the canteen, humming a tune to himself as he walked along. Most of the halls on the recently taken station were cold, grey, built by people who clearly lacked style and now occupied by droids who definitely lacked as much. However, a small part of the station, this canteen and the adjoining halls, were taken over by mercenaries from the four corners of the galaxy. The originally dull room with a few tables was now a cantina all its own, with colorful drapes hanging from the walls and ceiling, loud music playing off the hot wired speakers, and a hundred different kinds of people speaking in twice as many languages. "It's starting to look a lot like home." The mercenary said proudly to himself as he took in the sight again.
Sure, ever since he signed on with Tyrhan the work has been hard, but as Saath reminded his men frequently the work was hardly easy before, and this boss was probably the most lax Saath has ever worked for! How many planetary governors and corporate managers would let you refurbish large swaths of their stations, how many would actually give you an entire planet!
Saath's internal dialogue ended when he saw a fur covered head at the bar. Slipping up to one of the other cantina goers, Saath nudged the merc and pointed towards the figure at the bar asking, "How long has our friend there been drinking?" The Weequay shrugged, "Don't know, least an hour or two. Should I round some boys up boss?" "No, no. Enjoy your drink."
Saath moved up behind the figure, slipping through the crowd until he was right behind the one he was staring at. The figure wasn't remarkable, their clothes were utilitarian, their body unadorned, the only sign they weren't a random technician was the sleek blaster they wore at their side. Oh, and the furry face.
Saath slung himself into the seat next to the Bothan, the merc giving his trademarked smile as he said, "Ah, Dusk, how are you friend?" The Bothan turned to look at the newcomer, responding, "I am well."
"That is good to hear, yes, good to hear." The Devaronian said as he raised two finger at the barkeep before turning his gaze back to Dusk. "You know Dusk, I don't think the boys really want you round here, maybe it'd be safer if you found somewhere else to drink?" Dusk Tro shrugged, "No one has given me any problems." The Bothan then took a sip at his drink, Saath peered at the beverage, it was nearly full, and there was no signs that he had any drinks previously.
Saath sighed, "Look, my boys are some of the most respectful and patient mercs in the galaxy, that much is clear, but you ought to understand that they have limits. You're not one of us you see, you keep making the boys uncomfortable and one of them might run out of patience." Dusk turned to look at the mercenary captain, and it was his turn to squint. "Very well then. I hope that your 'boys' come to become more trusting in the future." With that Dusk stood and departed, leaving his drink on the table. As the bothan walked away Saath took the drink for his own, just as his other drinks arrived. Saath stared at the back of the Bothan's head as he exited the canteen. Saath couldn't stand spies, it didn't matter how many times the newcomer said his people disowned him, Dusk was a Bothan, and if there is one thing Saath learned it was that Bothans were trouble.
It was then that a sharp ringing noise came from Saath's wrist. raising the beautiful coat arm up to his face he clicked a button on his communicator, "Who is it?" A mechanical voice was the response, cold and lifeless, "Allmwick is calling a meeting of the commanders in the war room in exactly one standard hour. Do not be late again." With a click the communication ended before Saath could get a word in. "Have one little drink and end up running just a few minutes late and now the droid'll never let me forget." Shrugging the merc captain took what was previously Dusk's drink and throws it back, the sweet liquid washing down his throat. Keeping back a gag the Devaronian looked down at the glass, "Thing is barely a drink, no wonder he was sipping at it." Turning to look at his actual drink Saath considers washing the far too sweet taste out of his mouth before shrugging, "I've got an hour."

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Actions

-Construction of Red Omen enters final stages
-Dominion Strategy meeting soon to commence​

 

[Kibaa]

The Outer Rim Disposition​

Unsurprisingly, a tremendous amount of support for the impending conflict with Malastare was shown all throughout the Disposition. Having masterminded the assassination and framing of Magistrate Kode Ggugged, Doggon and Lar Vodon had effectively spent years trying to fabricate this entire ordeal. This was completely unbeknownst to the Forum, all of the Disposition's commissars, who so eagerly deployed their armadas at a single behest. Things could not have run more smoothly than they did, though this was merely the beginning of something much, much greater.

The distance between Dagobah and Malastare made it so that the Dug and the Gran had ample time to prepare. The fact that they had not heard back from Kode Ggugged was reason enough to ramp up security. In truth, though, nobody was expecting a victory on Malastare's side. Infamous for their capability to rain hell down upon their foes, the Disposition's Hellion swarms were a numerous and ruthless opponent. Nevertheless, to automatically consider this an easy victory would be foolish. Once a powerful contender in the Galactic Senate and an ally of the Republic, Malastare still had a sizeable amount of firepower leftover from their war days as a staging ground for the Republic. Although outdated, it was quality technology, more than capable of standing up to the Disposition's cheaply assembled weapons. By the time the Disposition's hellion swarm began to spill out of hyperspace and descend upon Malastare, one thing was certainly clear. Malastare was severely outnumbered, but not outgunned. This was going to be bloody.

Converging at their rally point in the hundreds, and soon thousands, the hellions; which consisted of all sorts of different starfighters, transports, and more; charged straight for the planet. Standing bravely between the Disposition and impending doom were several planetary defense stations orbiting the planet. Manned by the bravest of volunteers who have courageously taken up the call of duty, death was all but guaranteed for them. Nevertheless, their efforts would be instrumental for Malastare's plan, which had already been set into motion.

Gazing out at the incoming onslought through the window of his station's bridge, Admiral Hajim Froob cracked a smile. Doggon had fallen right into the Dug's trap. As the hellion army appeared to be just about to enter firing range, a sudden chain of explosions swept away the first wave. First blood was deservedly claimed by Malastare as their field of cloaked mines made quick work of the incoming forces. Wave after wave of scrappy fighters fly straight into their doom, but, as the casualties begin to pile up, so too does the number of mines decrease. Clever as Admiral Froob was, his strategy was simply no match for the daunting amount of troops he faced. The stations, powerful as they were, fell within hours. Once the swarm's transport ships were able to get close enough, it was only a matter of time before thousands of Enforcers, guided by their rocket boosters, cracked through the stations' defenses and wiped it out from the inside. Even so, the stations had managed to buy enough time for preparations on the surface to finish up.

A warm, rosy dusk settles over the surface as bits of debris incinerate from their descent into the atmosphere. Across the land, from city to city and province to province, military installations and planetary defenses stood bravely, anxiously awaiting their foes. From corner to corner, an eerie silence manifested itself. Guns and artillery were pointed idly at the sky, sure to shoot the first thing that came through the clouds. They had already received confirmation that the atmospheric defenses did not hold, so it was all a matter of time now. Yet, the more they waited, the more it seemed like these so called "Hellions" weren't going to show up. All the talk about their brutality and whatnot surely had to be an exaggeration. Why weren't they coming? Were they scared? Is that even an emotion that a machine can feel? This was a good thing, anyway. Malastare needed as much time as possible right now. Sure enough, the first wave descended. Without even a warning, hundreds of starfighters and droid dropships bombard the surface, volleying through Malastare's ground defenses.

"Hellions!" The sky lit up in a majestic array of lasers, crossfire, explosions, and chaos. All throughout the surface, a massive battle ensued. On the ground, the Dug military as well as local forces from neighboring systems rallied in a bloody clash against the Enforcers. The Gran, who controlled Malastare's artillery and heavy weapons, focused all firepower on shooting down the Hellions before they could even reach the ground. Despite the incredible disadvantage, this tactic appeared to be holding out quite effectively. Casualties were severe, but the military was buying enough time.

Violent skirmishes rage across every sector, but Malastare showed no indication of surrendering. Its citizens fight to their dying breath, hoping that their valiant effort was enough to bring about salvation. This was a very complicated situation for Malastare. They were completely surrounded and outnumbered, and because Doggon had crippled their banks beforehand, the Gran were in no position to purchase mercenary armies for their defense. Malastare's plan was farfetched, but it was their only option. Hidden deep underground in a contingent fallout bunker, the leaders of Malastare stayed away from the battling, as they had a much more important task at hand. Their mission was to covertly complete the development of a powerful, high-emission ion generator, powerful enough to reach out to a savior. And finally, everyone's sacrifice had paid off.

As the Battle For Malastare raged on in what was sure to be a conflict that went down in Galactic history, their leaders hammered in the final nail. Without hesitation, the generator was powered, and presto. The generator fires off an emergency S.O.S distress beacon at a long range frequency, playing on all bandwidths so that it may be heard by anyone. Although the chances of anyone powerful enough to stop Doggon coming to their rescue were probably slim to none, this was Malastare's last stand.

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Actions:
-Destroyed Malastare's defense stations
-Placed Malastare under siege
-Malastare has released a deep-space S.O.S signal to anyone who will listen

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[Cruallassar]

NFCD​

As the meeting with the Corellian delegation drew to a close and the ambassadors left the office of the High Commander, another navy officer entered.
"Commander, data dump from KDY. High priority. Sir, Rothana has dropped out of contact. No communication for the last month, either for status updates or supply requisitioning, and there was a scheduled delivery of completed destroyers that never came in. Latest regularly scheduled supply runner just came back this morning and reported a hostile takeover of the system. No attempt at negotiation, just insertion and occupation. What details we were able to get from the runner's sensor readings are here, but it didn't stick in system very long." The officer set a datapad on Ji'haldri's desk.
The Jedi took a brief look at the data. "Get Admiral Rakasha in my office."
"Yes sir."

Within the hour, the summoned Jedi Admiral arrived. Admiral June Rakasha preferred to dress closer to the navel officers she commanded, with a deep gray fleet uniform complimenting her steely gaze. She didn't abandon Jedi dress entirely though, as besides the lightsaber at her side, she wore a dark wrap with a hood thrown back from her equally dark hair and her admiral's insignia over her shoulders.
"You sent for me, sir."
The High Commander rose from his desk to approach the holoprojector on the floor to the side, calling up a display of the Rothana system.
"Yes, Admiral. We've been attacked. KDY has lost contact with the Rothana system, and we now have confirmation that the system and orbitals are under the control of a hostile force. One of the warlords in that area...likely the one who took control of Excarga over the course of the last year...overwhelmed the defenses and moved in. Best guess is that they've commandeered the shipyards there and are now strengthening their fleet with our ships. I need not emphasize the strategic value of that system, Admiral. It's orbital facilities alone are equal to 25% the capability of Kuat's own facilities, and there has been a new Dominion-class super star destroyer within half a year of completion in their spacedocks. If it is rendered operational by this hostile force and turned against us, we will be contending with a new major power in the outer rim to our own detriment, likely within the year. Therefore your orders, Admiral, are to take a strike group to Rothana, reclaim the system from the force that has taken it, reclaim or destroy captured assets, and strengthen the system against further incursion. Striking quickly should minimize the force that the enemy may bring to bear against us, and should prevent them from finishing the SSD in before then."
Admiral Rakasha looked at the holographic layout of the system, its orbital defense platforms...probably destroyed now...and its drydocks.
"KDY shipping will have kept the hyperlanes clear between here and Rothana, transit should take days at most. Those Golan defense stations are old, but an invading force would have still needed a full strike group at least to get through them. I'll want to respond in force, task group strength."
"You'll have it. I've already compiled a list of available ships..."
At that point, the comm beeped. Ji'haldri stepped over to his desk and answered. "Go for Ji'haldri."
"Sir, we've got a strange comms transmission. On all frequencies...not enough to be effective jamming, some kind of distress beacon. Patching it through now."
The two Jedi listened impassively to the staticky S.O.S. call from Malastare. Rakasha spoke first.
"Are we responding?"
"Malastare is not a protectorate of the NFCD, nor do we have any current vested interest in the system. It's a valuable world...Malastare fuel would be valuable for any sort of protracted campaign in the Outer Rim...but its not in our AO. We can't ignore it though. I'll handle it. In the meantime, you have your orders. Any questions?"
"No sir!"
"Dismissed then, and good luck."
He waited until the Admiral was out of the room, before activating his Comm again.
"Adjuntant, get me Master Graves on the line..."

Within hours, Admiral Rakasha had assembled her task force. Nine NFCD Viceroy-class Star Destroyers, along with support craft and corvette escort ships, assembled in the void above Kuat before jumping to hyperspace. It would be a few days before they hit Rothana...but the hammer was coming.

IDS-2 Seraphim Fighter​

Similarly, a single lone Seraphim-class fighter rose from the planet's surface and shot into hyperspace. This one was not going to Rothana though. Aboard was a single Jedi Knight, Quinlan Torrok...a Shadow. His destination was Malastare. Situated along the Hydian Way, and with a class .7 hyperdrive, it would likely take him only hours to reach his destination. One fighter and one Jedi would hardly turn the tide of any battles, but it would glean valuable intelligence for the NFCD. They needed to know what was out there.
That didn't stop the NFCD from using what they did know, though. Malastare was not a weak world. Its distress call had gone out to the galaxy, and systems would be unnerved by it. It would be a golden opportunity for the NFCD to continue to expand, to extend its protection to more worlds. Chorax and Vladet, and on the Hydian Way all the way out to Exodeen, the offer went. Some worlds, like Cato Nemoidia, would be more difficult...but others would likely accept willingly. More worlds would mean more trade and more unified economic progress, which meant more money and more people for more ships and crews. The NFCD would benefit from this chaos, until it was time to engage.

Meanwhile in the starship forges of the Kuat Ring, new ship docks were being assembled. The new designs from the Corellians had come through, and the Kuati engineers were already modifying them to suit the NFCD's purposes. A new generation of corvettes and frigates was coming.

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Actions

-Deployed Task Force to Rothana, intent to take control of the system.
-Deployed Jedi observer to Malastare.
-Begun extending uncontested protectorate status to more worlds.
-Begun construction of a new line of Corellian-based ship designs.​

 

[neogreggory]

Dominion of Allmwick
50 ACW


Space Station Above Rothana, War Room​

Like much of the station the war room was beaten up, with scorch marks, destroyed consoles, and the various other signs of battle dotted about in the grey room. The chamber was long and thin, with a console lined trench along the sides of room where ensigns and their like could receive information and reports before shouting them up to the commanders above. The upper area held various screens and projectors, several of which were blasted by the boarding parties that swept through not long ago. The war room was lit by a series of dim blue lights built into the walls, while the ceiling was formed of transparisteel to allow both a beautiful view of space, and a more direct view of any potential battles should it come to such.
In the center of the room sat a large table which housed a holoprojector, currently displaying the galaxy in a brilliant shade of blue. Around the table stood the commanders of the Dominion, who were currently listening to the gruff mechanical tones of the Dominion's Super Tactical Droid, "Kuat Drive Yards continues to operate out of the Galactic Core. It serves as the backbone of the Ninth Fleet Command Dominion, a resurgent republic faction. By my estimations their force projection is... substantial. I predict a ninety six percent chance of the NFCD sending forces to liberate Rothana, with a two point nine percent chance of them being slowed on the way."
The rest of the table took in the information for a moment, before the mercenary leader Saath piped up, "Yeah yeah, those NFCD guys are part of the reason work is so hard to get out in the core, between them and Corellia a pirate can hardly find a safe place to port. Still, if you got the guts and the manpower their ships always end up a prize..." With a meaty slap the green leathery hand of another commander slammed into the table, Uurniss, the matriarch of Pzob, asked in the oinking yelping language of her kind, "(If they challenge us they will die. This conquest was hard fought and I will not allow it to be outdone by some pink skinned core dwellers! What is the plan, shall we be striking them before they can bring about their strength?)" Saath followed up, "Aye, what she said. So, what's the plan then boss?"
Four heads turn to look at the warlord. Tyrhan looked at each of them in turn before saying, "The plan is simple, we crush our enemy. We want to destroy their first force utterly, we can not show any weakness to them. If we put fear in them, then we will be given more than enough time to prepare for their next attack." Tyrhan held up a hand to silence Kaldor before the droid had the chance to interject, "The plan is to crush them, I don't expect we'll be able to simply ram our ships into theirs and break through. Our fleet is strong after taking this world, but that is only because we stole the ships that this NFCD were meant to have, that they already have many of. No, the plan is to crush them, and for that we'll need to strike from both sides." The bothan raised his voice, "What is your plan to do that sir?" Tyrhan grinned before looking up through the ceiling, up towards the moon of Rothana. "We'll repair and marshal as much of our fleet as possible, but our greatest vessel, our newest prize, she'll hide behind the moon itself, silent as a predator, and once battle is joined she'll stalk up behind and tear the enemy apart." Laughing the warlord continued, "Of course, we'll need a few things to make this work. details to work out. I trust each of you will complain to me about something, so let us hear it!"
Saath was first to speak, "Alright Boss, you know I'm keen to stick by you and make a fortune doing so, but once news reaches the boys that we're fighting the NFCD some of them might make to cut their losses, convincing them to take on Rothana was trouble enough." The gamorrean grunted in something close to disgust as Tyrhan replied, "Ha, I did not know the NFCD was so legendary! Are the prizes of their Kuat ships not reason enough? Tell you what, we can make a game of it. Tell your men that for each confirmed kill your dogfighters will get a bonus, and that any larger ships that surrender your mercs can keep." Kaldor turned their head, "We will require as many ships as we can get, we should not-" "Bah, we have a shipyard and if this NFCD wishes to make war with us then we'll end up with a much larger one, we can afford giving away a few ships. Not as if the ships aren't still serving us anyways." The metal general pressed on, "They are organics, these mercenaries already make up-" Tyrhan's fist slammed down into the metal table, "That is enough Kaldor!"
The room fell silent for a time, before Uurniss declared, "(Our warriors are ready as always, unlike those of the horned cur. Our foes will fail in any ill conceived boarding actions, and we'll carve bloody paths through their ships. You needn't worry about us my lord.)" As the matriarch finished Dusk raised a hand, "I have figured out how to safely arm the mines stored aboard the defense stations, what's left of them that is. I should even be able to do so remotely, with some effort might even be able to scatter and hide them amongst the remains of the previous battle here." Earning a laugh from the warlord Tyrhan praised the bothan, "That is good! It would make for a grand shock, we took too many losses to those mines when we came in it would be good to make someone else feel such wounds too. Mayhaps they'll use less of them once they realize how much they sting!"
Kaldor looked up to the warlord, raising a question of their own, "Where will you be in the battle? Your odds of surviving another ramming action are no higher than twenty three point four percent, it would be unfortunate to lose our Dominion Star Destroyer in a... foolish tactical maneuver." "Ha ha, worry not Kaldor, you'll be in command of the prize. The enemy will be wary if I'm not in sight, I'll be right dead center of the fleet, giving you all the distraction you need to bring the hammer down." With a wide grin the warlord states, "Can't promise I won't board an enemy ship, might be needed." Still staring at the warlord Kaldor retorted, "If you insist on endangering yourself on board enemy vessels then do so using a boarding craft, or a personal strike craft. We do not have enough ships for you to destroy one each battle in foolish ramming actions."
Tyrhan waved his hand dismissively "Bah, fine. Very well then, if nobody has anything else to add then we best get to work, we need to set up a proper welcome for our new friends after all!" With that the meeting came to a close, each of the commanders and the warlord leaving the table and setting out to perform their preparations for the undoubtedly coming battle.

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Actions
-The yet to be named Red Omen, not yet completed but still mostly functional, is moved behind the moon of Rothana, crewed by droids and maintaining radio silence to maintain stealth.
-The reserve space mines are deployed but not yet armed, floating harmlessly in wreckage waiting for a remote signal to activate.
-The various soldiers and navy forces of the Dominion are prepared for battle.​