Thrawn looked at Gual for a moment, and nodded. "We will speak later, admiral." He left the room, with the two elite Stormtroopers in tow ( I had to get rid of him as I'm not going to be online more than once a day if I'm lucky).
Juion moved to groupe to a chamber where they coulx discuss of a political nature. He took a seat in front of his desk and leet Gual choose where he sat.
Originally posted by Jedireaper"that could be arranged you know!" Kara shouted passing him on the speeder bike and narrowly dodged a tree
Daran nodded and climbed onto one of the speeder bikes, and hit the switches, pulled the actuater started back and shot off along the rockt alcove after the Mandalore, just ahead of Takur. "Hah, you can't make me brush his teeth short of a Star Destroyer Bombardment!!!" he called out over the rush aof wind and bike engines.The sergeant watched the group leave and sighed. He turned back to his men. "Secure the area! I want two men to follow them!" He watched the scout troopers effectively secure the area, adn the two riders zoomoff into the distance after the dust cloud.
Daran smiled and trailed in after the others staying out of any conversation but staying in enough to know if he had been called into the conversing. Two scout troopers on speeder bikes zoomed into the clearing and circled once before setting down at the edge of the clearing. One cast a glance at Daran, who shivered. The face-less mask that had scorned many in death was the plastoid horror that those troopers were working. However the Imperial Alliance had yet to do anything overtly Imperial, and forceably impose its will on an entire star system. Sluis Van was the closest to matchin that profile but free trade and commerce was still uninterrupted and the Imperial Aliance only had taken the ship yards and was producing ships for its military but there were plans in effect to begin production for the populous when resources were more abundant. Then there were the plans to move on Corucant to restore Imperial center to it's former glory.
Well, we are waiting on EH, AGAIN.)
A Star Destroyer dropped out of hyperspace on a direct course with the primary moon of Yavin IV, it approached on the only vector that would allow the huge Imperial war machine to intercede with the moon's orbit around the gas giant. Once there, it launched several Lambda shuttles and two troop transports.
On the bridge the Captain exchanged short words with a flickering robed figure, a Jedi if the silvery oblong cylinder hanging at his waist was anything to go by. The robed figure nodded, and the image faded. The captain turned to his second in command. "Well that certainly went well, did it not?"
"Indeed, sir. It appears intelligance was correct and the-"
The captain turned to face him. "The Jedi were getting dangerously low on supplies. Of course we would provide support where the New Republic no-longer can. To become a legitimate government, a council of Jedi will certainly further our cause." The captain turned back to the moon beyond the view-port. "Right now, like so many others before us, we are Warlords, like Zinj, or Director Isard were. And if the Jedi ally themselves with us it will rally more systems to us."
The lieutenant nodded. "To restore order, and stability, a glorious thought." He smiled.
((i just typed in a huge paragraph about how gren jalos left the imperial alliance, took over tatooine and turned it into the best agricultural world in the outer rim via terraforming... and accidentally hit the back button and deleted it. then he reactivated the droid armies he had left off for so many years and set course for hoth im going to post his new fleet specs in the other thread, dont upset him cause he has a thirst for war and won't back down if you start fighting him.))
(Ok cool. A few years have passed I take it...?)
Sluis Van Ship Yards, Imperial Alliance control sector
Supreme Fleet Commander, Admiral Juion, stood on the bridge of his Super Star Destroyer; the Decimator. He smiled as his wife stepped into his peripherial vision. He waited until she was almost to him before he turned from his complacent staring out at the vast construction yards, and milling ships, ranging from other super dreadnaughts, to the now standard Instigator-class Star Destryers that had replaced the Imperial-class as the IA fleets most common ship. He grinned at his wife. "Good morning, love."
"And good it is," she smiled, pushing her long black hair behind her neck and shoulders, "admiral." She kisssed him.
He kissed her back. "Report to your duty, general Vossk."
She supressed a chuckle. "Of course." She about faced and marched off the bridge.
Juion watched Ona leave. His eyes soothed by looking at her features he turned back to the construction yards, and the monstrously huge Death Star that had begun to take shape
He had a feeling it would never be used as anything other that an oversized ore driller. But should the need arise, it could be drafted into military campaigns. He sighed- so much had happened in the last three years. So much, and yet more was to be accomplished.
"Excuse me, admiral?"
"Yes."
"I think you should read this intelligance report, sir. From our agents within Warlord Jalos's fleet. And our probe scans to confirm."
"Ah, I see, he is making a move on Hoth. He truly has lost his mind. It is as Grand Admiral Vassisk predicted."
"Sir?"
"Have the Hoth Defence Force prepare a welcoming party. Make sure to invite six Interdictor-class Star Destroyers to the festivities."
The officer smiled feverishly. "Catch them between some rocks and a cold place, quite literally. It will be done."
the fleet exited hyperspace just outside of the hoth system, keeping a good distance from the planet that had been their home just 3 years prior. "ah, home sweet home. so close and yet so far aw-"
a comm droid stepped up interuppting him. "supreme leader, we have detected an unauthorized transmission from the crew quarters. we were unable to catch anything except small programming scripts. they appear similar to impirial encoding."
gren sighed" very well, see to it that an investigation is launched. the team is to be of only droids."
"yes supreme leader." the droid stepped away, leaving the bridge.
"Warlord Jalos's fleet has just dropped out of hyperspace at the fringes of the system, well out of range of the asteroid field defenses." Spoke out a voice.
Grand Admiral Vassisk nodded to the technician. Then turned to the ice cavern walls, and General Derbus before them. "Are we ready to have some fun? Inform HDF to begin their operation. And attempt to figure out what frequency former Admiral Jalos's fleet is using for hyper-communications."
"Yes, my Lord."
the comm unit in the command center sprang to life and on the screen a droid appeared. "presenting, his most excelent and merciful, supreme leader jalos." the droid stepped away and gren became visible wearing his new uniform. "ah yes, hoth. just like i left it. admiral vassisk, i assume that you have continued to expand?" he sighed, smiling a wide smile.
Vassisk's, white adorned, image materialised infront of Jalos. He stroked his chin for a moment before his lips pursed into a wide smile. "Hello old friend. It's been what, three years. This is quite unexpected. And that is quite an army you brought with you..." he looked at something off the screen, and nodded "...I would hope..." his smile disappeared as he looked back to the holo-emitter "...you do not have invasion on your mind."
"ahh, but that is where your wrong, but you are not my target. i only came by to see if you were still into that sort of thing." gren's grin shrank as he sat back farther in his chair on the bridge. "besides, you must know already that i'm incapable of destroying the vast fleet you have in your control by myself." he smiled weakly now as small graphics appeared on his screen indicating that imperial ships were massing near the asteroid field. "and i suppose that old minefield is still active?" he asked. a scanner droid off behind vassisks line of sight nodded.
"All the old defenses are still active yes, but we have some new additions." Vassisk looked a solemly at Jalos, then sighed. "I suppose you want to talk in person. I will have a hanger prepared for your arrival. If you partake-" he paused, looking off to the side "-you remember Commander Hetar, of course. His fighter wing will escort you in on a pre determined vector." He got a nod from one of the junior officers manning the command center deep within the ground of Hoth. Vassisk smiled, and turned his attention back to Jalos. "I'm afraid we cannot let you leave, now that you have returned. Decloak the ships!" He called out.
***
At that moment six cloaked wedge shaped Destroyers materialised in a circle around the Warlords fleet, already powering up their massive gravity projectors, and activating their shields. At the same moment, a further fifteen Instigator class Star Destroyers appeared above and below the fleet of ships, with their bows orientated to allow the maximum amount of weapons to draw a bead of the ships. Also, the white shaped dagger in the heart, the Dark Blade II piecced the center of Jalos's formation, dividing it in two. Commander Snotzenexer looked out at the fleets, and smiled. "Good job, Lieutenant. Are all ships in position?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then release Shadow Squadron, and let them carry out what ever orders they recieved. After that launce three squadrons of X-wings and have them hold a defensice pattern."
"Yes, commander."
***
"Shadow Squadron, you are cleared to launch. Good luck." Came to com unit at which point, Hetar hit his switches and kicked his fighters repulsers online, raising his craft. He orientated his bow to face the hanger exit, and then slotted in his engines and was pushed back into his seat as he sped out of the hanger. To the sight of the massing fleets, thankfully no shots were being fired yet. But that could change depending on Jalos. Hetar knew from experiance, as should Jalos that Vassisk liked to test his friends even more thsn hid foes. If Jalos showed some kind of curtesy, then the Dagger Squadron (all the Imperial ships facing you bar three of the interdictors) would join his quest. His com unit crackled to life on the squadron frequency.
"Shadow Two, standing by."
"Shadow Six, standing by."
"Shadow five, I'm your wing Six."
"Shadow three, I'm good."
"Shadow Seven, I'm clear of the hanger."
"Shadow Nine, standing by."
"Shadow Eight, standing by."
"Shadow Nine, I'm your wing, Eight."
"Shadow Eleven here. Three, Eight, I'm right behind you." (Geddit 11,3,8 1138, as in THX-1138)
Shadow Four. I'm on your wing Lead."
"Shadow Ten, standing by."
Shadow Tweleve here. I'm last out."
Hetar smiled and keyed his com. "Form up squad. We're going to run am errand passed the Reaver. Do not open your S-Foils, ok." (I think?)