Silas Darkstar
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jun 19, 2023 2:26:29 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
As Orders were disseminated down their lines of command, those forces within the influence of the Cabal began to fill the night sky and orbit about Coruscant with missiles and turbolaser fire. Vessels identified as holding strong loyalties to the boy Emperor were fired upon or some of the officer's would try and mutiny against their Captain's and Commander's. Civilian Traffic was, mostly, kept out of the areas of combat. However, mistakes were inevitable and some vessels were caught within the crossfire. The war for the Throne had begun
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 21, 2023 10:27:59 GMT -8
Continued from here.Its purpose concealed with civilian credentials, the AIAT/i whose transponder registered it as the Bad Bantha, emerged from the planet's atmosphere along public lanes of traffic and headed far from the planet as conflict erupted all across its surface and in the voidscape above. The gunship shook as Lil'Havok maneuvered them away from a few stray shots that headed across the path they were traveling, though their ride smoothed out a moment later as they broke away from regular flight routes and headed for the far end of the system."Where are we going? What can you tell me about this Supreme One?”
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Ren'Xing
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Post by Ren'Xing on Jun 24, 2023 20:04:36 GMT -8
Ren sat back in her seat and felt the ship skip and rock from side to side as it shot through the air. Rocky turbulence shook the ship while it sliced through the cloud bank towards the upper atmosphere of Coruscant. This feeling continued for several minutes then it gradually faded away. She sighed in relief when she felt the sensation of sudden weightlessness come over her as the ship entered space. A moment later, the ship's artificial gravity systems came to life and stabilized. She felt herself sink back down into her chair, slightly heavier than before.
She listened to him quietly, her hand resting on the stone statue she was carrying.
Her face was unreadable.
She pondered his words.
'Birthed a sea leviathan? I wonder what it means.' She raised her eyebrow slightly like she was thinking very hard. 'Perhaps this Dragus is one of those kinds of lizard creatures that are capable of virgin birth.'
She was about to open her mouth to ask but then decided that it was none of her business. After all, she was a 'guest' on his vessel. Even the Sith of ages past were careful to not accidentally offend each other. Wars among their kind had been started for much less.
She did not for how long she had sat there silently thinking to herself. Dragus' words ended the silence between them.
"Follow you... where, up there?"
She asked as she got up and placed the package where she was sitting. Ren dusted off her travel clothes before following him. This ship was much larger than it looked from the outside. Her hands grabbed hold of the metal rungs before she looked up to the levels above her. It looked like there were several levels above them that lead to different compartments of the vessel. Some parts were dimly lit above while others were brightly illuminated. Dragus moved quickly up the ladder, almost scurrying up it like some sort of- well, snake. Ren climbed after him as quickly as she could. Even with the Force augmenting her strength, he still moved like a Kashyyykian tree newt scrambling up a tree. She didn't expect it to have so many levels. Eventually, she caught up to him and looked out at where he was pointing at excitedly.
"Otoh Gunga? Is that... a thing? What is that?"
She asked curiously, completely unaware of who or what an Otoh Gunga was. She was about to ask another question when the looming figure of Dragus' named 'monster maker' came into view.
She didn't seem to hear him. Ren let out an audible gasp as the vessel came into view. It seemed to twinkle to her in the night sky with its illuminated conduit markers pulsating rhythmically in the distance. The ship itself was a dark perversion of the Force. Those unattuned to its aura would describe being near this vessel as an uncomfortable, unsettling feeling that followed one wherever they went. It had a presence of its own: birthed into existence as an unholy amalgamation of the parts of random creatures forcefully lashed together in a mangled machination of parts.
She remembered how the Jedi her Master once captured became violently ill when they neared the Crucible. A chosen few were unaffected, if not immune to the effects of the Crucible.
A chosen few, like Ren and Dragus.
Her eyes scanned the vessel. Silently searching for its Crucible, or the catalytic converter that twisted and contorted space and matter to fuel their alchemical experiments. Her eyes fell to the large, orb-shaped core at its center that seemed to call to her. It hummed a warm red hue that pulsed dimly in the heart of the battleship.
"It's... beautiful."
She finally managed to say. Her eyes were transfixed on the glowing, red core before them. Her hands were pressed up against the window. She wanted to be closer to it. She didn't realize that now she was pressing her hands hard against the view port, almost attempting to reach out to touch it. To grasp it. It was calling to her, and she was more than ready to run towards it- if she was not separated by layers of reinforced steel and the blackness of space.
"I... what?"
She turned to look at him. By now, Dragus was clearly rambling to Ren and she just became cognizant of it.
"Yes... of course, let's go. The sooner, the better. I must see it. I must see it now."
She said, almost ordering him. Before he could respond, she quickly leaped down the hole left by the metal ladder and disappeared back into the belly of the ship. She grabbed her package off of her seat, throwing it over her shoulder before making her way to the airlock to wait for the ship to dock.
"Hurry, we must go!"[/span]
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Jun 25, 2023 4:44:00 GMT -8
As Dragus began to give his new acquaintance a tour of his beloved Haemonculus Occulori, the space rats in charge of navigation took the curious Lucrehulk back into the swirling tides of hyperspace, streaking out of the system on a course for Naboo.The villains adventure continues here.
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Jin Song
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Post by Jin Song on Jun 26, 2023 7:38:01 GMT -8
Belle Époque CabalAs Orders were disseminated down their lines of command, those forces within the influence of the Cabal began to fill the night sky and orbit about Coruscant with missiles and turbolaser fire. Vessels identified as holding strong loyalties to the boy Emperor were fired upon or some of the officer's would try and mutiny against their Captain's and Commander's. Civilian Traffic was, mostly, kept out of the areas of combat. However, mistakes were inevitable and some vessels were caught within the crossfire. The war for the Throne had begun |
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Silas Darkstar
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Post by Silas Darkstar on Jun 26, 2023 15:26:33 GMT -8
Belle Époque Cabal
The scene in Orbit was indeed quite chaotic, with crews on the Defence stations fighting for control to determine which side would gain control of them. The weapon systems thusly were firing upon both sides ships. Those Loyalist Forces over Coruscant were growing fewer by the moment, with those loyal to the Boy-Emperor having followed him to the Outer Rim. In amongst the Chaos, however, Cabal forces managed to pick up the arrival of Jin's starfighter. A couple starfighters made plays to try disable the vessel but ultimately failed, while a couple capital ships made an attempt to capture her with their tractor beams. But as they failed, a message was sent down to the surface to inform them of the arrival of the Knight of the Tribune
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Jin Song
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Post by Jin Song on Jun 27, 2023 7:51:12 GMT -8
Jin's piloting was not the best, but they were enough for now. It was not lost on her that she was not being shot at with intent to destroy, but to disable. So they knew who she was. After loosing the pursuing fighters in a debris field. Almost coming out into range of an enemy capital ship's tractor beam. But at the last chance she switched directions, leaving nothing in the beam but chunks of blasted ship. Even though it would have made life easier, Jin had opted to not return fire, before she knew what exactly was going on. Just one more capital ship stood between her and the surface. Jin knew she couldn't avoid this one, so she powered up her weapons and targeted the tractor beam projector that was starting to track her movements. Luckily for the Knight, it seemed, this ships shields were needing to recharge, hense it's distance from the main fighting. Jin waited and timed her shots to disable the array before pealing away and making all haste to the planet's surface.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Jan 26, 2024 18:00:32 GMT -8
Coruscant, a few months into the Third Imperial Civil War...
For a time, this part of the Empire was relatively quiet after the fierce and vicious coup, instigated by the Cabal, who supported the claims of Baltasar Delvardus over that of his nephew and niece. The Imperial Center, though still scarred by what had happened, had resumed its place with renewed Imperial propaganda, strong policing presence, and weekly military parades to keep the morale of the soldiers high and try to keep the citizens loyal and occupied. Yet, it was easy to see that everything was held by string, hardly by a strong foundation. The attempts made by the 'legitimate' government hardly endeared a civilian population which endured the ravages and destruction that was brought about by the rather violent coup. While there were certainly those who did believe in the leadership of Baltasar, a vast majority were either disloyal or outright angry towards what had happened. Despite the best attempts by Baltasar's Imperial Intelligence agency to stifle any reports, the citizenry did hear of defeats, losses, and a relatively pinned in position that this claimant of the throne faced. Baltasar hardly seemed in a strong position, despite the draconian grip on the Imperial capital. While they had the best of the officers and the perhaps a good portion of the Imperial Navy, the coup had started at Coruscant and spread outward, which allowed the Ren to strike and take their own pieces of territory, cutting up Baltasar's domain.
For a time, the war was far away, the conflict could not be heard. Until...
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Hyperspace Monitor C13 is detecting multiple contacts coming down The Axis from Brentaal IV!
The report came suddenly on a usually calm day. The ensign, monitoring his station, looked up as an officer came over. Yet, before she could even get close, other stations reported similar detections all along the system's monitors to the East of Coruscant's position. Coming up to the nearest station, the female commander looks at what they were seeing as signatures were lighting up on approach. She looks up and barks an order to her an aide.
Inform the Emperor and High Admiral Radastar!
It was too late though. Even as the communique was reported to the High Admiral, who commanded the Pax Imperialis, the pride of the Imperial Navy under the late Nicademus, his own officers were seeing the space to the East of Coruscant light up as all manner of Imperial warships jumped into the system. Octavian's fleet had arrived, the vanguard of this armada, as the opening actions to end this phase of the civil war could begin.
Radastar spilled tea onto the floor as he turned to his communication officer. He was well known for being a calm individual, but the sudden appearance of a royalist flotilla did certainly surprise him at it surprised everyone else. Reports had said that a royalist fleet had headed for Kuat and Rendili, not for the Imperial Center. Unless... their own intelligence had been fooled? Radastar spoke to his officer.
Contact Admiral Gormak and Wallis! Have them withdraw their fleets from Caamas and Arkania immediately.
A loud screech was heard in the officer's headset. He took it off immediately, throwing it to the ground.
We are being jammed!
Radastar grits his teeth. It looked like they were on their own for this fleet. No matter! They had the Pax Imperialis! Today, the songs of victory would be sung by him, his men, and all those that supported the Emperor Baltasar! What a day for glory!
Gather the fleet! Prepare for contact!
And so the Liberation of Coruscant began.
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Thomas Zahn
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Feb 4, 2024 16:57:23 GMT -8
It had been quite some time since he last set eyes upon Coruscant in person, but back then he had been arriving to the world with a very similar purpose. The only difference is back then, they were liberating the world from petty criminals who thought themselves warlords. Today, they would be liberating the world from a Grand Marshal who thought himself Emperor of the First Order.
Had things been different, he was certain he could have seen himself caught up in this coup. But such was not his fate. His fate was to put this coup down and restore Order to the Empire once again, first here at Coruscant and then onwards to the Ren held territories and their Capital of Prakith.
As the flagship of Baltasar's fleet dropped from hyperspace, Zahn gripped his hands behind his back, in his full Grand Marshal Armor. Unlike Yaga Minor, he would participate in this fight groundside. All he needed was the order from the Emperor and he would depart
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Lucius Vasili
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Feb 10, 2024 9:43:45 GMT -8
--From their location at Yaga Minor, there was no other options in hyperpsace routes, putting both fleets on the same approach. It would have been nice had they been able to hit the defense fleet from both sides, but doing so would have taken far more time to prepare. And so, soon after the arrival of the Emperor's fleets, Lucius's arrived just behind them. All were present and rejoined, ready to reclaim the core from Baltasar. Issuing orders to inform the Emperor of their arrival, something he was sure the man knew, the fleet moved closer, ready to take positions per the commander's orders.-- |
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Feb 25, 2024 7:14:02 GMT -8
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Mar 19, 2024 21:53:50 GMT -8
An hour into the battle...
The Vigilance shuddered under the weight of a new salvo of turbolasers, directed at them by the Pax Imperialis. If only the Pride of the Imperial Navy was on his side, then Octavian wouldn't be having a hell of a time trying to breakthrough the defensive flotilla over the Imperial Center. While their communications had been jammed by his own agents, there was still a sizable and seasoned presence left to defend the core of his uncle's treachery. The Super-class Star Destroyer was just one of such pieces that were throwing back as much firepower as his own fleet was giving in return. Once more, the flagship of his fleet shuddered as new turbolaser came from an approaching Resurgent-class Star Destroyer.
=Admiral Terren=
Order the Bastion and Vehement to begin firing on the approaching Resurgent! Draw their attention away to give the flag!
The orders of Admiral Terren could be heard on the bridge of the Viligance as he commanded the field of battle. The Grand Marshal was down below, awaiting his official command by the Emperor to disembark and head for the planet, but the screen was too strong to risk launching ground forces. A man in his late thirties, Corr Terren was from the planet of Taris, his family having served in the Republic Navy before its downfall. Although he had his reservations before, the Imperials proved more enlightening then those before. He joined the Imperial Navy as a Star Destroyer Captain and rose through the ranks, throwing in on the side of Octavian to be among those young officers that served his cause, before this civil war and during it. He achieved the rank of Admiral shortly after the demise of the Corellian Coalition.
Terren felt the flagship shudder once more as new turbolaser blasted against the shields of Bellator-class Dreadnought. While the ship was certainly a worthy juggernaut, they were being outclassed by the Super-class Star Destroyer's greater firepower. He grits his teeth as a report came in.
=Admiral Terren=
Shields down to sixty-three percent, Your Imperial Majesty. We have lost several hundred crew to damage against the hull and to the medical bay for severe burns and broken limbs. I have received word that the captains of the Overseer, Justicar, and Bucellarii are moving in to support us with their Star Destroyers and an assortment of support vessels.
He stood before where Octavian sat as his own gaze was closed. His eyes shut as the Emperor performed a bit of Battle Meditation to help in this fight. It was among the many skills taught by his late uncle; to himself, his twin sister, and his younger siblings. Deeply, Octavian exhaled as he opened his eyes to look at Admiral Terren. They had the loyalty, they had the dedicated, they had the young and energetic, but the fleet they were contending with had firepower and veterancy. It was becoming like two anvils, grinding against one another.
Keep up with our pressure, Admiral Terren. There should be more of our vessels arriving shortly to shore up our offensive. Hopefully, they aren't delayed for too long... contact the Grand Admiral and discuss with him on how to best blunt their counterattack.
Terren nods his head and walks over to a communication panel. Keying in on their secure channels, he attempts to make contact with Grand Admiral Vasili. They had to break Baltasar's traitors somewhere and make them fall back. Give just enough breath to reform and renew their own attack.
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Lucius Vasili
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Mar 26, 2024 8:47:53 GMT -8
--The battle raged heavily as both sides sought to bring the other down. With all ships now joined together, the Grand Admiral felt they had a far better chance at bringing the defense to their knees. There was just a single problem: the Super-class Star Destroyer. While it was nice having a super star destroyer of their own in the Bellator, there was no denying that the miniature Executor-class far surpassed its cousin's firepower. While, a problem, it was one he'd rather take than the autocannons on the Mandator V. At least they could withstand its turbolaser fire far better, especially if its focus was spread or mostly focused on the Bellator.
But that had been the focus of Lucius's plan. While the majority of the fleet worked to bring down the opposing ships as a whole, he had selected a few vessels to focus on the Super. Namely, the Xyston in his temporary command. It was the only vessel that remained that carried specialized heavy weapons, so it would have to do. The auto cannon fired from the max distance it could for effective damage, its shot aimed at the bridge. However, unless it could get closer, any successful shots merely brought down its incredibly robust shields. They were certainly up against the wall with another beast. The bigger difference was the need to get to the surface unlike Ralltiir. Reaching the surface would bring about a guaranteed end. But how to break through? More so, how to simply create a crack that slowly force the defense fleet to shatter. They could break formation and tie themselves up within the weaker ships from the outside, using Baltasar's ships as shields. But even if they could overpower them, it would wear them down before finally reaching the boss. There were still too many capable vessels in the fleet for such a tactic. They could rush the Super with all they had, an it would most likely work, yet they would be left open doing so to the fire of the other ships. And the more they tried to divide and conquer the more they would fall to the Super's extensive weapon load out.
Once upon a time, he was viewed as the sword of the CSA fleet. The rabid dog that would run straight into an enemy with unyielding firepower. It why he selected the ships he did. Incredibly strong, very durable, quick to boot. In most cases, the was enough to bring anyone to their knees. But up until now, he had never been on the receiving end of vessel six times the size of his largest. And his flagship came with more weaponry than most considered possible for a ship its size. He knew that a front assault was out of the question, and one of attrition wasn't going to do them any favors either, especially since this wasn't the final battle. If so, perhaps they could risk a little more. But he already saw what awaited them. They had to maintain what they could. The only option was a sneak attack.
As he contemplated this, he received a message from Admiral Terren per the Emperor's orders. They, too, were trying to figure out an opening. Taking a deep breath, he relayed his response.--
Normally, I'd suggest a rapid assault with the strongest vessels we have. But with the Super and other capable ships in Baltasar's command, we'd lose too much before we succeeded. In order to break through, our best bet is a surprise assault with stealth ships. No doubt it's being expected, but it our best option, unless you have another idea. If we have some Veer-class ships to take the ground troops down, their defenses could possibly withstand the onslaught if we continue hammering away. They wouldn't be capable of having ships break away to chase less we overtake them. And if they do, it would relieve some pressure for us. Otherwise, ships with stealth tech would be best. However, nearly all we have are corvette or smaller. And only a support or two has cloaks over sensor stealth. In which case, bigger isn't better. Silencers may be the best choice to send out. They will be impossible to detect on sensors and if they make their approach right, they won't be noticed until its too late. Hopefully, they can knock out a few systems on the Pax or any of the other ships. Perhaps some Vibre-class if we have some among the fleet could work as well. If we have any other defensive ships, perhaps we can push them closer to unleash some bombers. Until then, I'll have the Xyston in my command continue throwing shots at it from its autocannon.
--In the end, he knew it was little to go one with a few different limited options, but it was what he had. Typically, he was the one who was sent in on orders and by another's plan. However, now, as Grand Admiral, he had to step up and start thinking with tactics. A hell of a way to throw him out of his comfort zone.-- |
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Thomas Zahn
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Post by Thomas Zahn on Mar 29, 2024 23:41:46 GMT -8
Zahn had been assessing the ongoing fight from the moment the battle had been joined and was already altering plans for landing forces upon Coruscant. Despite his calm composure and position remaining unmoved upon the bridge of the Vigilance, he had been busy communicating with his subordinates. Shuttles had been moving back and forth between the trio of Veers-class Legion Support Cruisers and several Acclamator-Class Assault Ships long before the Grand Admiral's suggestion. The visage of Major General Andriax Needa appeared on the display of his helmet visor, offering a crisp saluteAll forces have been prepared as request, a shuttle is inbound to the Vigilance now to collect you...Very good. begin moving the ships into position...Andriax's video cut off as Zahn turned around and made his way off the bridge. His Praetor Stormtroopers fell into formation just outside the bridge doors and followed the Grand Marshal through the Star Destroyer to the closest hangar bay. Within moments, the Shuttled arrived and was taking back off again, heading across the void toward the Veers-Class Legion Support Cruiser known as the Zahn. With the Grand Marshal aboard, the trio of Veers-Class ships fired up their engines to max and put any non-essential system power into the shields.
The defending forces must have gotten quite the view as the three Legion Support Cruisers charged straight at their line, causing cruisers and star destroyers in the way to race clear.The crews of all three ships braced themselves as the shields took a beating and explosions were diverted toward them. But the fast moving turtles kept their course, tanking hit after hit as they pushed through the blockade and into the atmosphere of the Ecumenopolis
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Mar 31, 2024 7:43:58 GMT -8
In the airless vacuum around Coruscant, the Praetorite Vong persecuted their own planetary assault in a different quarter of the orbital sphere, leaving the majority of the loyalist fleet to weather the worst elements this storm of a siege could throw at them. They'd still managed to draw the attention of part of the Arch-Traitor's fleet, mostly smaller frigate and corvette sized warships that could more easily split from the main battle in pursuit of the organic invaders who seemed focused on opening a path to the surface. Grey wedges of doonium and quadanium, what the common man often referred to as Imperial steel, progressed across the void towards the loose formation of coral craft. TIE Interceptor's shrieked out of their hangars like angry wasps in defense of a hive, haphazardly racing ahead of their carriers as they encroached on the Yuuzhan Vong fleet's position. Then, they simply began to disappear, vanishing in briefly detectable flair of gravitational distortion, as void-bound singularity mines were unleashed in the wake of the living fleet's initial approach. Dovin basals created singularities in space that swallowed the starfighters whole, crushing anything caught in its gravitational grasp into the size of molecules, killing the pilots trapped inside before they were even aware of the danger they were in. An entire fighter wing of TIEs vanished moments after taking to the void, causing their carrier craft to slow, uncertain what if any danger the obstructing mine field would cause to their larger ships.
That stalled approach had been anticipated. Yorik-et starfighters detached from the coral arms of the capital ships they were attached to, taking to the void like a swarm of locusts, passing through the unseen gaps in the screen created by the singularity mine field as they were set loose on the Arch-Traitor's fleet. Comet tailed balls of orange molten fire ejected in violent eruptions from the coral skippers yaret-kor, hammering shields with such ferocity that the defensive barriers failed in quick order, winking out as their generators struggled to keep up with the barrage. Aboard the Miid Ro'ik warship 'Carcharodon', Prefect Ur Skell nodded at the subaltern of the warrior caste on the opposite side of the tactical display from him, giving the scarred soldier the awaited instruction. "Fire." The coral deck beneath his feet rumbled as the flagship vented its wrath and expended its supply of torpedoes, using gravity to hurl its ordnance across the vacuum, passing harmlessly through the mine field to strike at the enemy fleet on the other side. Bright flares of explosive flame signalled contact as the coral hulled shafts buried their oblong bodies deep into the superstructure of mechanical frigates and corvettes. Once inside, those death seeds vented their deadly cargo, releasing buzzing grutchin that began to devour anything in their path, indiscriminate in their appetite as they ate both ship and crew alike. As the holographic light projected from the tactical villip illuminated Ur's hooded face, the sinister leering features of his skeletal visage were exposed, offering a rictus grin as he watched captured imagery of enemy ships listing to the side as they became disabled.
"All speed ahead." Barked a commanding voice in harshly accented Yuuzhan Vong, spoken from a dim alcove of the Dark Corsair's bridge, ordering the Praetorite's spear tip to advance. The Executor's personal ro'ik chuun m'arh led the charge, slipping seamlessly through the mine field, entering an orbital graveyard of derelict ships, deaf to the screams of doomed crew inside as those few left alive sought to hide themselves from the hungry insects that hollowed their warships into husks. A number of advanced scout ships escorted a vua'spar interdictor into place just past the exposed trap. Yammka's Claw, as it was called, began to warm up its powerful dovin basal array. Ordinarily used for interdiction purposes, the gravitational pull of the warship was used for another nefarious purpose in this moment, focusing its array on the disabled traitor ships. Invisible hands tugged on the cracked open hulls and began to push them further into orbit, to the point where Coruscant's naturally formed gravity well took over. Orange plasma blooms formed around the rapidly heating hulls of traitor warships as they picked up speed, their unshielded hulls engulfed in fire as reentry carbon scored their surface black. The enemy fleet was turned into ordnance for the Yuuzhan Vong's bombardment of the planet, simultaneously exterminating released grutchin and what few members of the crew still lingered in the bones of those ships, as they plowed into the planet. The resulting mushroom clouds of destroyed city blocks could be seen from space.
Meanwhile, the Dark Corsair glided across orbit as it exchanged fire with a Carrack-class light cruiser that had been routed and was now trying to flee, seeking the safety of the traitor line's main formation. The crew of the ro'ik chuun m'arh refused to allow them to get away, focusing the organic frigate's dovin basals on the enemy vessel to slow its escape. Volcano cannons and rock spitters rapidly dwindled the carrack's shields as the Corsair closed the distance between them, accelerating at the last minute to drive the spiny length of bone at the prow to pierce the outer hull of the carrack and neatly wedge the two ships together, while arrest tentacles emerged from coral crevices and lashed themselves to the enemy hull. Inside the forward compartment of the living frigate, armed Intendants of Domain Yin waited, having shed their traditional assassins garb for voduun skerr kyrric plate for this ship boarding action. At their head was the recently demoted Alith, the youngest member of Domain Yin who up until the Battle of Ralltiir, had served as the Commander of the Praetorite Vong fleet. The outcome of his actions at Ralltiir had served to humble him. It was his hope that somewhere in the spilling of infidel blood, his honour could be redeemed, and perhaps his former position. "Get ready." He hissed through a starfish shaped gnullith rebreather clamped over the lower half of his face, leaving only the corpse pallor flesh around his mqaaq'it ocular implants exposed, with the rest of his features concealed by the shadows of his hood. As Domain Yin tradition dictated, as leader of the intended boarding action, Alith wore the guise of the leader of his Domain. To the knowledge of his fellow intendants, they fought beside the Executor, with Nem himself.
Alith might not be Nem, but he still planned to give a good accounting of himself, enough perhaps to convince the members of his war party that he was who he claimed to be. He bent down and patted the heads of the bissop on either side of him. The reptilian hounds growled and huffed in the close confines of the forwards compartment, eager to sate their savage appetites on whatever prey Yun-Yuuhan provided. Steng and Yo'gand didn't have to wait long. The moment the Dark Corsair's ramming prow had penetrated the carrack's hull, a caustic acid was released from the ro'ik chuun m'arh, eating its way through the enemy cruiser's armour while the living ship's oqa membrane formed an airtight seal. Noxious metal vapour created by the slagged hull formed into an obscuring cloud as the last obstacle vanished. "Blood for Yun-Yammka!" Alith snarled, loosing his bissop ahead of the war party, then charging after them into the cloud of vapour. Emerging on the other side, the Intendant was rewarded with the sight of his two pets tearing apart an unfortunate deck hand that happened to be trapped in that section of the carrack with them. A crimson blaster bolt glanced off his left shoulder pauldron, trailing steaming wisps of ozone as Alith turned and loosed a bladed shelled nang-hul. It buzzed rapidly through the air like a guided rocket, striking the holder of the blaster across the hands, severing several fingers in a bloody spray that sent the blaster rifle clattering to the floor along with the removed digits. He looked to the Yuuzhan Vong next to him, issuing a command as the haze around them dissipated to reveal the twenty warriors he had brought with him.
"Take some of the officers alive. Kill the rest." The response of his war party was a murderous gleam in their glowing red mqaaq'it and pleased puffing of their eye sacks. They'd lost many Yuuzhan Vong at Ralltiir. It was nice to have an opportunity to return the favour, even if these weren't the same traitors responsible for those deaths. The butchery that commenced could only be described as unnecessarily brutal. Coufee blades punctured the armoured plastoid carapaces of stormtroopers, opening the soft flesh beneath and spilling traitor blood across the deck, until the floors became sticky and slick. Wicked fighting claws erupted from the knuckles of Alith's fists as he set upon the enemy, hacking off arms and legs with every sweep, stopping only long enough to make sure his opponents were dead. They opened up the hull to the airless void using magma pebbles and plasma eels, suffocating crew at their stations, leaving agonized corpses with vacant stares that settled lifelessly into the frost rimed deck. When the savagery of their actions at times became too much, enemy troopers threw down their weapons and raised empty hands in the air, pleading for clemency. "We surrender!" They stuttered shamelessly, as though it would make a difference. The Executor had said to spare some of the officers, but had said nothing of the soldiers that surrendered. The reward they received for their cowardly actions was a painful death. Alith took the time to grasp a capitulating trooper by the scalp with one hand, then used his other to drive a fighting claw through the human's eye and out the back of their skull. Bits of hairy flesh and bone shards erupted out the base of the traitor's head, showering the deck in filth.
Intendants with fire-spitter biots implanted in their arms sent gouts of liquid flame down corridors that cooked men alive and sent others running into the advancing Yuuzhan Vong, who wasted little time putting them out of their misery with a puncturing flurry of stabs. Many of the war party took trophies as they cleared the Carrack, deck by deck. Their approach was announced by dripping decapitated heads that clattered together as they hung from Intendant waists, while others stared in frozen horrified expression where they were mounted on coral trophy racks hanging off the warriors shoulders. After the battle it was likely that many warriors would spend their down times scraping the clinging meat from the collected skulls before adding them to their personal collections. Alith didn't waste time taking trophies. He kept the Yuuzhan Vong advance moving at a steady pace, leading from the front as he carved a bloody path to the bridge. Screaming human officers slid across the gore slick floor as his warriors dragged them by the hair back towards the Dark Corsair, where they would be stripped and bound before being subjected to the Embrace of Pain. The demoted Commander stepped over these miserable wretches and gestured down the hall towards the blast doors protecting the Carrack's bridge. "Bring it down." Two crab plated warriors moved past him and took kneeling positions as they hoisted nang-hul launchers onto their shoulders. The yorik coral tubes belched vapour as they loosed explosive blast bugs into the armoured portal, filling the corridor with flame, smoke, and metal splinters.
Charging forwards, Alith leapt through the flames and emerged onto the bridge on the other side, barely slowing as a symphony of small arms fire bounced harmless off his crab plate. He dropped into one of the crew trenches as his warriors appeared hot on his heels. While they subdued and satisfied their lust for carnage on the officers, the youngest member of Domain Yin busied himself taking apart the staff operating the controls, ending their screams in a series of stabs and slashes that left his armour coated in a layer of warm crimson. He climbed out of the trench, almost slipping on a blood slick before managing to get his feet under him and stand. With a wet squelch, the fighting claws extending from his knuckles retracted back into his hands. He lifted his right gauntlet beneath his mouth and activated the command villip symbiotically adhered to his armoured forearm. "Infidel ship captured, Prefect." He growled into his arm, speaking to Prefect Ur Skell on the other side who was commanding the battle from the bridge of the Carcharodon. "How is it going out there?"
{{ As well as can be expected. }} Ur's voice responded over the telepathic connection. {{ If you are done there, pull the boarding party back aboard the Dark Corsair. We've got more enemy vessels incoming. }}
"Understood." Alith responded smoothly, his voice a perfect mimic of Nem's. He turned to the other Intendants and gave the order to depart. A few minutes later, the disguised Intendant reached the ro'ik chuun m'arhs oqa membrane and passed through it moments before the living frigate detached from the burning crewless Carrack. He watched from a viewport as the Dark Corsair retreated back behind the Yuuzhan Vong lines, leaving the bleeding cruiser floating in the void as other segments of the traitor fleet reached its position. As the enemy ships came close to the listing Carrack, the cruiser exploded in a blinding corona of light as its engines and power generator overloaded, taking out the shields of the traitor vessels closest to them. Removing the voice distorting gnullith from his lower face, the youngest member of Domain Yin spoke in awe. "Wizard."
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Apr 15, 2024 21:08:55 GMT -8
Admiral Terren found the merits of the plans, suggested and discussed with the Grand Admiral, yet it all came down to one key factor: the blasted Super Star Destroyer.
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Klaxons were blaring now, shields were only going down and, even with the additional support vessels, the Pax Imperialis was keeping up to par with the vessels of the royalist navy. Even though it wasn't like the First Order's Executor Dreadnought, it was still a second ranked warship with impressive firepower and hard hitting main guns. Turbolasers peppered the shields of the flotilla that surrounded the Vigilance. Opposing Resurgent-class Battlecruisers added to the strength of this attack, which had not been blunted in the slightest.
A flash goes off to the right of the bridge. A few people raise their hands as a Vindicator-class Heavy Cruiser went down, slamming into the prow of a larger Conservator-class Star Destroyer. The Overseer was no more as its engines went dead and internal explosions went off, like mini firecrackers, across its hull. What blasted luck they were having! Tactics didn't matter if a warship with an array of two hundred turbolasers could blunt and pepper any attempts.
=Admiral Terren=
Shield status!
The Admiral calls out as he applies a medkit to an ensign, whose console blew from the overload.
=Officer=
Shields down to forty-seven percent! Make that forty-five percent!
The Vigilance surrounded by a salvo of missiles, aimed at its portside. They hammered the shields, causing blue rings to appear and external explosions to go off. Once the shields were gone, the enemy commander would surely send in the bombers. Thankfully, the skilled and loyal pilots of the various wings, including the 181st, were doing their job well, despite the Dreadnought's presence. The vessel shuddered again, violently, from the blast of turbolasers. Admiral Terren could hardly believe his thoughts were considering abandoning the ship. He turns to the Emperor, whose battle meditation seemed undisturbed.
=Admiral Terren=
Your Majesty, we need to consider our alternatives. The Vigilance will not hold much longer.
Octavian sighs lightly, opening his eyes. He had done his best to motivate his troops and blind the enemy, but something... nay, someone was counterattacking him. Was his uncle in collision with darker forces? Dark Jedi? Sith maybe? It only confirmed the suspicions, and the report, of the Grand Marshal over Yaga Minor, who spoke of the Obsidian Order, a shadowy organization that had proven hard to track and block. Octavian rises from his seat, glancing about the bridge.
Admiral, get the wounded to shuttles and send them, with escorts, to our rearguard vessels. Inform Grand Admiral Vasili that evacuation protocols are to begin on the Vigilance, once we hit thirty-five percent shields. If he has any fighters to spare, send them to protect the shuttles.
And with that, the orders were relayed and the operations began.
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Mavera Nako
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Post by Mavera Nako on Apr 15, 2024 21:27:44 GMT -8
Mavera had been waiting with Dawntree in the hanger of the Vigilance when she had started to feel the ship groan and shake more than normal. That coupled with the heavy anxiety in the air drove her to find her charge, leaving Dawntree's side and with the instructions to board a transport and leave without her if she wasn't back in time. Dawntree was having none of it, until she realized how small the hallways through the Star Destroyer were, and she could not follow where her rider was to go. The Witch hurried through the cold metal corridors, something she had grown all too accustomed to, much to her displeasure. Finally arriving at the bridge as the ship gave another massive shutter. She stumbled and nearly lost her footing, but caught herself on a technician before approaching Octavian. She heard the quick and worrying exchange between the officers and the Emperor, and she knew her duty. As one of the few Imperial Knights left she placed a light, but firm, hand on the royal shoulder. My lord, you should leave now. You cannot afford to wait. I may not be as versed in much to do with spacecraft, but the danger is clear even to me. The blond woman was going to take a lot of convincing to allow her charge to stay any longer, especially as enemy fire continued to hammer the vessel.
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Lucius Vasili
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Apr 16, 2024 22:32:14 GMT -8
—The Grand Admiral continued to watch as the battle played out. It wasn’t long after his suggestion that the Grand Marshal pushed forward towards the surface with a trio of Veers and a few Acclamators. The speed in which it happened suggested Zahn had already had this plan in motion prior to his suggestion. Great minds did think alike. The push had been a success, even reaching the surface in spectacular fashion through the ramming of an enemy vessel. Though not equipped with a reinforced prow, the robust defenses were more than capable of such an assault despite the missing feature. With ground forces in position, all that was left for him was to continue the battle in orbit.
Yet, despite it all, the defenses of the planet were strong. Very little head way was being gained with more being lost. No real plan seemed to have any effect on gaining them an advantage. That was until he received word of pulling back fighters to defend evacuating shuttles. Such an order suggested to him that they knew the Bellator would be lost. If that was the case, why wait. Reaching out, he gave a new suggestion.—
I will have my fighter pull back to ensure a safe evacuation. However, if it’s anticipated that we’ll lose the Vigilance, perhaps it’s something we can use to our advantage. Evacuate all you can, then send the ship on a collision course for the Super. Any left on board to ensure the ship is on course can use escape pods if they can’t leave prior. The rest of us can use our tractor beams to hold the Super or maybe even pull in a few other ships into the path to bring them all down at once. |
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Nem Yin
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The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 18, 2024 10:14:33 GMT -8
Far from the chaotic battle grid of brutal void warfare where Octavian and the loyalist forces under his command led a vicious assault against the determined bulwark of warships the Arch Traitor Baltasar had positioned in defense of Coruscant, the Praetorite Vong forces fought their own battles in the frigid vacuum of space, driven hard by their commanders to dominate a region of the orbital sphere that granted them a foothold on the surface of the planet. A battlefield of broken ships was spread out before the Carcharodon as its secretion armour covered bulk smashed through the debris of dead frigates, bulldozing a path through the durasteel corpses of the recently defeated, tearing off partially slagged hull plates to be devoured as mineral fuel. It was escorted into position by the Dark Corsair and four advanced scout ships, swarmed on all sides by angry coral skippers and gliding yorik-vec assault cruisers, and followed closely by Yammka's Claw that dragged behind the Yuuzhan Vong fleet the gutted carcasses of corvettes and similar sized wrecks with the powerful dovin basal array it possessed. Ur Skell ordered the flagship to come to a full stop as the miid ro'ik warship's port side yaret-kor were properly aligned with Galactic City below on the surface. Steam bled from the muzzles of the heavy lava cannons as molten fire flowed through the veins of the dreadnought, pumped like lifeblood through a living being, causing superheated bubbles of boiling plasma to form in the open mouths of their weapon banks.
A living miid ro'ik warship of the Yuuzhan Vong, the Carcharodon could visit upon the surface of a planet the same destructive power as an Imperial Star Destroyer, which served as its closest analog among infidel ship designs. Ur's thin lips pursed as he hovered over the tactical projection of the planet, which currently highlighted Galactic City with reticle icons, displaying the targeting beasts calculated predictions. It gave the Prefect no pleasure to follow the Yu'shaa's instructions. He held no special place of hate for the infidels on the surface, not even for those on the opposing side of this politically inspired conflict, but he had learned long ago that when the head of Domain Yin asked you to do something, you damn well did it. That said, the targeting of civilian targets sat ill with him. It was contrary to the Praetorite's mission of galactic integration that had been the focus of its efforts prior to the events of Shili Secondus. Before Loraine's betrayal, Ur had been on the verge of making a real home for the Yuuzhan Vong under his command at the Shili base. What had happened a little less than a year ago now seemed like a distant memory, forgotten with the losses and betrayals heaped upon them by the continuation of this civil war.
"We won't get a better view than this, Commander Lah." Ur remarked, crossing one shimmering glistaweb sheathed arm over the other, then nodded as he gave the order. "Visit the Yu'shaa's wrath upon the infidels."
A helmless warrior in chitinous black vonduun plate with a glossy wax finish slammed his right gauntlet against the shell of his chest piece and bowed his head, exposing the bare ridges of his shorn scalp to the Prefect in charge. Barabas Lah, promoted from Subaltern to Commander in the time since the crisis on Byss, motioned with a powerful sweep of his arm to the warriors enthroned in tall-yor across the bridge. Symbiotically linked to the vital systems of the warship, the Yuuzhan Vong manipulated the weapon systems of the dreadnought, opening the magma flows as they triggered the yaret-kors firing reflex, causing large globs of flaming rock to erupt from the mouths of their plasma barrels. Fiery destructions rained down from orbit as though the portion of the planet beneath the Carcharodon was caught in a hailstorm of meteorites. They concentrated their fire first on installations their intelligence had confirmed as belonging to the Arch Traitor, but then started to become less selective in their targeting, selecting resident buildings in habitation blocks or taking out vital sections of infrastructure to sow chaos and cut off access to reinforcements by Baltasar's forces.
These were precision strikes, guided by Praetorite forces already on the ground so as to avoid making casualties of units deployed in the field, who were making their own presence keenly felt.
A still flaming wreck cracked open and fully exposed to the void drifted past the Carcharodon, propelled by the invisible hands of gravity as the vua'spar interdictor Yammka's Claw began to hurl the remains of enemy vessels at the planet, transforming the mechanical abominations into tomb torpedoes that entered the upper atmosphere and fell to the surface in a scattering of flaming shrapnel.
On the far side of the room, a hatch-sphincter dilated and split apart, admitting a tired looking Alith Yin to the bridge. He crossed over to stand next to Ur, inclining his head to meet the Prefect's mqaaq'it as he raised his hands and pulled back the cowl of his hood, revealing a face stained with infidel blood. "Why have you called for me, Ur?" Inquired the youngest member of Domain Yin to his former subordinate, who now outranked him due to his mistake at Ralltiir. "There are still more enemy vessels that require my attention. I'll need a high corpse tally if I am to properly repent for my failings as a former Commander." His contrition was honest. Mistakes had been made under his command and he would make penance for them.
Ur studied his companion who was unmistakably burdened with guilt, then raised an arm with an open palm, which he swung towards the pulpit of the main villip-choir. "We could use another performance." He then reached into his sparkling robes of office and handed the other Intendant a scrap of robe-skin parchment with a small speech written on it. Alith's lips remained locked as he read the dialogue in his head, mulled it over, then shrugged as he walked over to the choir. Reaching into his side satchel he removed a starfish shaped gnullith rebreather and slapped it over the lower half of his face, grimacing as its long proboscis slid down his throat and tickled his vocal chords, symbiotically joining with his nervous system. He pulled his hood back up over his scalp ridges and cast most of his features in shadow, then blinked a few times as his ocular implants changed from cobalt blue to the Executor's emerald green. Alith then reached forwards with both hands and manipulated the controls of the villip-choir, which was connected to a metallic spine of an oggzil on the outer hull of the flagship, accessing the electronic frequencies the infidel races used to communicate with one another. The Carcharodon broadcast a full three dimensional rendering of the cloaked and shadow swathed Intendant.
Former loyal sons and daughters of the First Order, you who have betrayed your oath of service to the one true Emperor Octavian by siding with the Arch Traitor Baltasar, hear me and listen well. I am Nem of Domain Yin, First Prefect of Emperor Octavian, arbiter of the late Emperor's justice. I offer you this one opportunity. Lay down your arms and surrender. Those that do will receive the Emperor's mercy and clemency for their crimes. Those that refuse will not just die, but they will be identified, and the family lines that produced them will be purged as we cleanse Coruscant of traitor ilk. There will be no further opportunity to beg for pardon or a stay of our righteous judgement. The choice is yours.
His speech delivered, Alith deactivated the villip-choir and stepped back, returning to Ur Skell's side moments after. The youngest member of Domain Yin stared at Ur with a brow raised in curiosity. He removed the gnullith from his face with a wet squelch, then spoke with honest incredulity. "You don't actually expect them to give up, do you? They're infidels, true, but they've hardly proven themselves to be cowards." He spoke from experience, having killed his fair share while fighting through the ranks of the enemy during several of his recent boarding actions.
"Of course not." Ur replied, expressing obvious irritation at having to explain himself. "Nor will our warriors be taking prisoners." The Prefect reached down and plucked a short handled coufee blade from a coral sheath on his hip, then used the sharp edge of the blade to clean the crud out from beneath his nails. "But perhaps they will hesitate long enough for our ground forces to close the distance." He admitted deviously. "Cowards, no. Their gullibility, however, is another matter." He winked.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on Apr 24, 2024 21:16:51 GMT -8
The dreadnought shuddered under more turbolaser fire. Octavian was no longer utilizing the Battle Meditation, given that there was an opposing force somewhere in the enemy fleet. Instead, he was monitoring the evacuation protocols and the shields with a few other members of the bridge crew. When Mavera Nako came and urged him to depart, the Emperor turned to the Imperial Knight. Others, of her loyalty and position, would have said the same. Even Admiral Terren had urged the very same words just moments before. Octavian turns to Mavera and speaks the same words he told the Admiral.I must be like my father. Lead these men as he did. I will not walk away just yet.Turning away from the console to give his full attention to the Imperial Knight, Octavian points behind her.As your Emperor, I order you to ensure the shuttles take off safely. We have to save as much as we can. It is imperative-The crew members monitoring sensors picked up something... new. Octavian turned when an ensign called out a report to Admiral Terren.=Ensign= Admiral, we are reporting new signatures! Incoming ships from behind us!New ships? But they had jammed the transmissions of the enemy fleet upon arrival. How could they have managed to send out a transmission? Unless these were an arranged patrol. This wasn't good... fresh enemy ships could turn the balance of this battle. Stuck between two fronts, Octavian was concerned that these new ships could hem them in and thus jeopardize their whole effort. Before new orders could be made to reform the rearguard of their fleet, these new vessels jumped in. Looking upward, those that remained on the bridge gazed upon a fleet of thirty some Resurgent-class Battlecruisers. All freshly made. Their designations unknown for now. Yet, there was something even greater among their formation: an immense Star Dreadnought of unknown design. It was large and was likely bristling with guns. Any of those could target the fleet and join in on the attack.
Yet fate had a different idea. For seconds later, a transmission was heard:=Rendrake= This is Vice-Admiral Rendrake of the Legalitas.Vice-Admiral Auguste Rendrake. He had commanded the Malleus Squadron for the First Order throughout the reign of Nicademus. Second to that of the late Julius Arcavius, Rendrake was a man with proven loyalties, capabilities, and was popular among the Imperial Navy. When Julius was named commander of the Pax Imperialis, it was Rendrake who became his second-in-command. However, prior to the demise of the Corellian Coalition, he died on patrol. His ship went missing and debris was found along the edge of the Unknown Region nearby the Adumar system. Imperial records declared him MIA until the debris was confirmed to be the vessel he commanded for the patrol.=Rendrake= I have come to honor my pledge to the late Emperor! Long live His Majesty, Emperor Octavian! Long Live the Empire!The once white icons of the new fleet burst into a green color as their IFFs declared their loyalty for Octavian. Moments later, the fresh warships began firing upon the traitor fleets. This Legalitas taking command as it targeted the Pax Imperialis. With this happening, Octavian turns to Terren.Prep the Vigilance for a lightspeed ram and relay to the fleet that the flag is transferring to the Legalitas! Have our crews disembark and get off this ship now!Finally, things could turn around.
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