From the edges of the galaxy... comes one of the most fearsome armies ever... once the galaxy trembled, cowered, surrendered to the Sith's might... This time, they come more powerful. The Sith Armada suddenly, without any heed or warning, enters the galaxy, faring the Outer Rims. They're advancing slowly, and have yet to encounter any planet...
Darth Voltar is in command of the Armada. The Dark Side is extremely strong in the Dark Lord, hybrid of the human and the Sith. Merciless, ruthless, pure evil... this one commands obedience, from every soldier, every acolyte of his fleet. Nobody has ever dared to defy him, much less challenge him.
"...Come, Admiral Xovorn... I shall tell you where our conquest begins..." the Dark Lord said, his voice dark and cold.
"i think the sith aren't being subtle this time, it's pure evil, there is no good in this person he's been corrupted by perversions of the force, juno did you feel what we felt?" jacen stated his thoughts on the matter "i think so, it was strong but not empowering, it ached but it didn't hurt" Juno said staring into the star map and he eyes widened and she pointed "thats where i felt it" juno said pointing the outer rim of the galaxy this confused corran completely and even jacen slightly "what do you mean, you felt it there?" jacen asked puzzled "i dont know i just felt it, i dont know what i mean" juno said holding her head it puzzled jacen how she could feel the galaxy, but corran did say her medichlorian count was extremely high, higher even than both of their's
"go ahead, but please, i dont even like being called Mandalore much, pleace call me Jacen" jacen told Valerian turning off the display "i think we are done here for now, in a few days we should head for Yavin IV, the sith might attack there first, i think corran should officially start juno's training, which for a mandalorian always starts with fighting especially during wartime" jacen said and corran nodded remembering his early padawan days, he would have to use a single hilt at first, something which he is rusty on "please join us, i believe you trully dont know somebody before you engage them in battle," jacen invited Valerian and Scott
jacen led them to jacen's private training room where he and corran spent most of their time, jacen looked through the many weapons that were there until findind dull single hilted swords and tossed them to corran who handed one to juno who began instructing her on how to hold it and how to stand "this here is my privte training room, there's one for the soliders over by the armory, but i prefer to train alone" jacen told valerian as he watched corran
The Super Star Destroyer Rebel Vengance hung in space over Wayland. Its two smaller Imperial support Star Destroyers flanked the Executor class dreadnaut. On the planet below was a closely guarded secret: Ysalamiri Cloning Cylinders. Producing two troopers per-day per cylinder it was constantly reinforcing the Imperial ships in orbit. Having built both ISDs from the facilities within the mountain base from scratch, equipping the ships with Ysalamiri neutriant frames.
Imperial Alliance planets:
Myrkr
Wayland
Obroa Skai
Hoth
(soon to be owned🙂 Bespin
(soon to be owned🙂 Sluis Van
Admiral Marcell was originally in charge of the Wayland fleet. He bowed and left for commuications. The base commander; Captain Geion was there when the Admiral arrived. "Admiral." Geion greeted.
"How are the repairs on Deaths Shadow and Detester going?"
"Detester was only damaged mediumly while the Deaths Shadow was half the size it originally visually speaking. We will have Detester ready for combat in a weeks time, four days if I rush it... which I wont... but the Deaths Shadow; you are looking at about three months repair work unless we can get ship building and repair equiment."
Marcell grinned. "As luck would have it... we are going to attack Sluis Van in four hours. We should be able to get your equipment that way."
"Geion nodded then saluted.
"The reason I'm here is to speak with my second in cmmand at Wayland... In private so... may I?"
"Sure." Geion turned to face the officers in the room. "Everyone take a ten minute break." Geion saluted the preceeded his men out the door and headed for the cantina set up on the base called 'Tauntaun Chills'
Marcell sat at one of the holo terminals. He keyed the relay satellite frequence which coded the message heavily then sent it to Wayland, the few planets (that I want it to be) not on the galactic starcharts.
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Vassisk suddenly clutched his head, pain shooting through his minds eye. "Darkness.. hatred.. coming.." He opened his eyes panic stricken. "The Force is being clouded by the Dark Side. I have strong force sensitivity..." He said to explain his sudden outburst. "...and I fear something or someone terrible has started a vendetta to destroy... everything." Vassisk shook his head. "We must aquire more ships." He took out a comlink. "Capture the shipyards and try to make a diplomatic treaty first."
"Yes, Grand Admiral." Juion replied.
Admiral Marcell smiled at his old friend. Hok. "I have some information for you. I'm sending you the HoloNet News of recent events and we also have plans to reduce the entire Yavin system to molten plates."
"We will begin planning an assault on Yavin IV. Admiral, any news on Hoth for us."
Marcell nodded grinning. "We have some new allies..."