A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
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A small light freighter dropped out of hyperspace, and slowed to an immediate crawl. The one behind the controls, Adieumus Matango, gave a small sigh of relief when a crackly, static-filled message broke over the comms....Orbital control was back up and running, at least on some level. That meant major planetary communications were working again.
That meant things were starting to normalize again...the effects of the plague were subsiding.
Giving the proper clearances, he nosed the craft down, and headed toward the hangar bay at the RDMC.
Dropping out of hpyerspace just after Adi's freighter she kept some space between her ship and his while he was presumably being cleared for landing. She took the time to go over her current fuel levels and open storage space so her numbers would be accurate when she got around to talking to someone about transporting for the RDC.
The static laden communication came across her coms and she provided her credentials and was cleared for landing and asked for a hanger a little further from the main entrances just to be on the safe side should her prediction of what will most likely happen come about.
She was directed to a hanger and made her descent into the atmosphere of Honoghr.
All Knowledge is valuable, you just need to know who to offer it to.
The Silent Angel came out of Hyperspace in low orbit around Honoghr, the planet that Geir had said would be used to help treat the Plague that was ravaging the system. Kirwin hailed the planet’s Orbital Control to gain access to its surface. After providing the necessary credentials and being given to green light Kirwin began his descent to the planet’s surface. The way to the RDMC was clear and Kirwin had a feeling that things were going to get a little crazier than a galaxy-wide plague before this was all over. Kirwin saw two other ships in the distance as he entered the planet’s atmosphere, guessing they were going where he was going he steered his YT-2400 Light Freighter to follow them to whichever hanger they were planning on landing.
*A YT-1930 Light Freighter cruises out of hyperspace. Codes are sent over a static filled message. Seems Kashyyyk wasn't the only planet hit hard by the plague. Reports came streaming in from other planets, and all the Wookiee Master could do was listen and shake his head. It had been a very long time since Kitkazza sought out other Jedi. Longer still, had it not been for the plague. Not since the Jedi purge, had the Wookiee witnessed such thorough devastation.*
*The Jedi Wookiee shakes his head and growls at the thought of the Purge.*
*When codes are sent back the name, Adieumus Matango, comes up along with a request to meet him at the Red Dawn hangar. Kitkazza then shrugs and directs the droid pilot to send them to the hangar planet-side.*
Several hundred kilometers outside of Honoghr's gravity well, a brief and silent flash of light was the only sign of our return to real-space. The Gamma-class shuttle's engines immediately flared to life, propelling the craft toward the planet at a casual quarter speed.
"Unscathed doesn't mean non-existent, but our scanners aren't showing any functioning orbital stations." Ielyn replied tersely.[/ul][/ul]
I think the long journey, cramped in a small space with four murderers, has started to wear on his nerves. He's not the only one; I've spent the last few hours in deep meditation, my consciousness flowing through the ebb and flow of the force rather than remaining trapped within the hull.
It was the only way I could stay sane, after the promise of a reprieve had been snatched away from us on Mandalore. But all is well: this promises to be a most interesting diversion, and a productive one to boot. Not only is the Red Dawn Medical Complex home to the most advanced technology and gifted minds in the field of cybernetics, but, according to my (admittedly depleted) sources, this is also the home of the Jedi's rally point. Survivors of any renown would surely find their way here- after all, Ryu and I did.
A few moments passed in silence, and we edged closer to Honoghr's gravity well. I produced a comlink from within my robes and keyed in a frequency, and within moments the holo of an officer in Imperial Navy garb flickered to life.
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"Right away." The hologram reached out and began pantomiming keystrokes in empty air.
[/ul][/font] I shrugged. "I wonder if they'll simply snuff one another out? Or perhaps one side will survive, but be so damaged from the fight that they don't have the manpower to retake control. Perhaps sentient life will fade away for a time."
After a moment, the hologram shifted and a tall, spindly insectoid in a lab coat came in view. Despite the difference in species, the expression on his face was one of unmistakable annoyance. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Ah yes, Elisio. I need you to bring the Vindicator into orbit over the city of Nystao on Honoghr. Go ahead and charge shields and weapons as soon as you arrive, and prepare for an orbital bombardment. If we have any fighters left, go ahead and scramble them, then await further orders."
"Are we expecting resistance?"
"Hmm, I'm not sure. Better be on the lookout for it, in any case. If we glean any relevant information it will be relayed to you. See you soon, Elisio."[/font]
Considering that the shuttle took a horizontal… I tried to stay seated designing a containment device that would hold the crystals allowing them to be studied without exposing the researcher to the virus. it took about 20 minutes to make it to orbit to avoid extenuating forces on passenger or cargo. Once orbit was maintained I heard the AAI speak again
::Bing bong, uhhh… good afternoon Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain on the flight deck.we have achieved an altitude of approximate 650 kilometers over the surface of Honoghr. at this time the w are going to turn off the Fasten seatbelt sign and allow you to move around the freighter. in five minutes stewards will come around for drink orders, and in 20 minutes any royal status rewards member are invited to the flight deck to help decide on course::
chuckling that the AAI had developed a sense of humor, I did get up from my seat to enjoy a look around the cargo hold. and tucked away in a crate in the back of the bay was a crate filled with crystals and specialised vials that the owner could use to grade the crystal.
‘crystal merchant, must have died from the plague, yay me.’
as I made my way back to the flight deck I stopped by the starboard cabin, removed the ashla alchemic pendant and tossed it on the bed. until I had to deal with someone that knew who my father was, it didn’t seem necessary to wear the pendant.
upon arrival I noticed a screen annotated with all the ‘stops’ along the route. I tried to calculate the shortest general course that also allowed the shortest distance should I need to get recalled to honoghr in a pinch. in the back of my mind I knew that Codex had already calculated the exact course… but I was happy it had decided to indulge me.
when I had chosen the path I collected some melatonin tablets from the stash in the medical bay and headed to my chambers as the ship accelerated towards warp
The Redemption dropped out of Lightspeed and into high orbit of the planet Honoghr a few days after the Rescue of Corellia. Once the cruiser established a stable orbit of the planet Admiral Larkin sent a message to Jedi Knight Darkwater to inform him of the update in travel. He also sent word to Raven Squad and the soldiers that they had helped rescue from Corellia giving them the option to accompany the Jedi to the surface.
I was inspecting my rifle when I got the news: Authorization to go to the surface. I almost wanted to say no, but I knew the others would be upset if they didn’t get to claim that they were there when the cure was found. I tapped my commlink, “Echo, Fritz, Score, meet me in the hanger bay, we get to play escort some more. I know it’s supposed to be a peaceful planet but we don’t know the population’s current predicament. This time make sure you pack your thermals.”
::Roger that Dogma:: Fritz replied immediately. ::I’ll get the Rocket ready::
::Wait. You mean I might get to blow stuff up?!:: asked Echo excitedly.
"Easy Echo, we are bringing explosives as a precaution. That’s it.” I said, knowing Echo’s demolition happy ways.
::I’m already at the LAAT, you guys are late:: Joked Score, ::Got the word as I was eating in the chow hall. Rushed and grabbed my stuff and now I am waiting on you Hutt slugs.::
“No need to gloat on being first Score.” I said, “I need to grab the rest of my gear and I will meet you all there.”
After I finished packing what I thought I would need for the expedition to the surface, namely my rifle, vibro-combat knife, thermals, EMPs, concusses, first aid kit, some rations, “You’ll always miss it when you need it.” I said to myself, knowing the others would laugh at me. I may be their leader, but we are all brothers.
As I jogged to the hanger I recognized Private Makoto, “Private, Private Makoto. We just got the green light to land on the RDMC, I don’t know if you got the word, but you can tag along with Raven Squad if you want to come. We are setting up to leave within the hour. If you want to.” I didn’t give him time to give me an answer however as I needed to make sure the LAAT was properly prepped for atmospheric entry.
The trip to Honoghr had been completely uneventful for the Cerean Jedi. He had managed to treat his concussion, catch up on some much needed rest, and was able to give Kendra a proper, highly-deserved funeral. It had been emotional and Rai had been alone when she was cremated, having asked for privacy from the crew of The Redemption. Since then, Rai had spent most of his time in the medical wing helping Dogma and the others with any wounds they had received while on Corellia.
Now, he found himself in the hangar bay, clad in the traditional attire of the Jedi: a tan tunic, with a brown robe, and matching boots. A bandage was wrapped around his head with a square patch of gauze covering the nasty gash above his right eye he had received during their escape from the Enclave. His lightsabers were clipped to his right hip, his forearm bracer reattached to his left arm, and his utility belt wrapped snuggly around his waist. He wore his backpack which consisted of his pair of scrubs, his data pad, and a few days worth of supplies.... Just in case.
His boots clacked against the metal floor as he approached the LAAT and the waiting troopers. "Greetings, Friends." He smiled gingerly and offered them a bow. "I hope you managed to get some rest. The doctor ordered it after all." He smiled and winked.
He was the doctor that gave them the order and even though he was a pacifist in nature, he didn't take too kindly to patients who ignored his treatment and his medical advice. He stepped into the LAAT and made room for others that would be boarding after him. Grabbing one of the support grips above him with his right hand, he waited for their departure while hopefully making some much-needed conversation with Dogma, Fritz, Echo, and Score."
“Alright Fritz, that’s everyone. Let’s get Knight Rai to the surface.” I spoke into my comlink after Knight Rai got on, none of the nine troops Raven Squad picked up wanted to tag along. I guess they had had enough of the plague for a while. The last couple of days of recuperation were well needed after the forty-eight to sixty hours of straight fighting and running. I had made sure to sleep most of the trip to Honoghr, with the exceptions of medical treatment.
::Alrighty chaps, doors are closing. Please keep your hands and arms inside the ship at all times. Do not open the doors until the green light is turned on. Hang on and enjoy the ride::
The LAAT lifted off the durasteel hangar bay of The Redemption and made its way to open space where Fritz input the coordinance of our destination on Honoghr. The trip to the surface had begun.
“I’ll rest when I’m dead.” Replied Echo to Rai’s question. I of course knew he slept like a baby when he got to the barracks.
“Echo, you know you can’t lie to Jedi. They have those mind reading tricks.” Score jokingly berated Echo.
“I don’t think Jedi can read minds.” Replied Echo, “Can they Rai?”
“Fifty credits say they can.” I chimed in, already knowing the truth.
::I’ll take that bet Dogma::
“Me too.” Challenged Echo, “Except I bet you one hundred credits Rai cannot read my mind right now and tell us what it is.” (anything along the lines of explosions and crazy happiness)
“Rai?” asked Score as he looked up at the Jedi from where he stood. Hoping the Jedi would oblige.
“Guys, we don’t need to bother Rai with petty bets. Although, it would be kinda cool.” I said trying to dismiss the foolishness. “I have a real question for you Jedi Knight Rai. Why were you on Corellia where the infection was so high? Couldn’t you have found whatever it is that you found on a less populated and safer planet?”
The LAAT soon entered Honoghr’s atmosphere and Fritz opened the view slits in the doorways to give us a view out if we desired. I looked out onto the planet far below, not much to look at really, just rolling plains that stretched on forever and ever. Occasionally there was a patch of wooded area that dotted the sea of grass, and in the distance I could see the city of Nysteo.
As the LAAT sped down into the planet's atmosphere, Rai couldn't help but smile as he listened to the troopers bet and bicker about whether or not he could read their minds. And of course, truth be told, he could if he wanted, but it was dirty work: an invasion of privacy, and was not necessarily within Rai's moral realm. So rather than reading Echo's mind when being pestered about it, he just smiled at Echo has he reached out with his mind.
Telepathically, Rai brushed his mind against Echoe's and spoke, "I don't like reading minds. It's dirty. But I guess you should probably pay up before I have to tell them about explosions and your impeccably bright feelings of happiness."
To everybody else, it would seem like a moment of awkward silence as Rai winked at Echo. And then, it was Dogma's turn to speak up, as the trooper asked him about his mission on Corellia. A genuine question that Rai wasn't entirely sure he had a complete answer to, but he did his best, letting his mind drift back to the weeks that only sat in the edges of the shadow of the past.
"An intriguing question that I will answer as best and as simply as I can," He started, "I was born on Cerea, the homeworld of my species, but was subjected to the shelter of an orphanage. My parents were both killed when I was still an infant, and rumors have it that they were killed by a Sith, although why, I do not know." His hand absently began to stroke his beard as he continued. "Anyway, while I was at the orphanage, I gained the attention of a visiting Jedi Knight who noticed my force sensitivity and potential to join the Order. Naturally, he took me from the orphanage with plans to take me to the Jedi Temple, but we were confronted at the Spaceport by an individual who's very presence sent chills down my young, naive spine. A sith, a later learned, and possibly the same one who killed my parents."
"You're getting off topic. They don't want your life story, doofus." This time, her voice was mocking, goading, obviously trying to annoy him as she always had... Even though Rai had laid her to rest, his thoughts were still plagued by her presence. "Shut it, I'm the one telling the story here," He mentally snapped back.
Clearing his throat, Rai continued, "The Sith struck down Knight Jeffery Elder, who stalled long enough for me to make it to his ship. I blindly made my way to Corellia, since that was where he had planned to take me. Long story short, Corellia is my home. The Jedi, my family. And when Corellia fell victim to the plague, I couldn't abandon it. I had the chance to leave with my master and a few others but the Force guided me down a different path. I had to find a way to save Corellia like it once saved me. And once I am able to effectively construct this cure and put it into mass-production, I intend to go back."
There we go, a long story made somewhat short. Rai kept his balance as the gunship briefly rattled and shook with some outside turbulence as they continued to descend towards the Red Dawn Medical Center.
A shuttle dropped out of hyperspace. It was a standard system to system shuttle no weapons, simple shields design to take innocents from one galaxy to the next. Though soon it would land with an extraordinary cargo on Honoghr. Adi would most likely remember the being but he doubted if others there would. Unless of course rumors where true and the beings twin had indeed joined forces with Adi. That would be fortunate or it would be disaster only time will a few minutes away lay destiny and the being onboard the shuttle was ready at last to meet with it. Five long years, hopefully not wasted, his order thought him dead, but today he would reveal himself.
I am nothing but Shadow against Shadow, for that is my path and my way.
One second, there was nothing but stars and blackness, and then, as another second passed by, The Messiah, a Bulwark class battle cruiser, emerged from the lines of hyperspace, quickly adjusting to allow the sublight engines to propel it closer to the planet of Honoghr.
Aboard the bridge, staring out of the viewport, stood Darth Andor his hands clasped behind his back as he took in the spectacle of the planet before him. His eyes were peeled and his mind was delved deeply into the Force, his malevolence oozing from his very core. His pointer finger of his right hand absentmindedly clicked against his left wrist as he strategized in his head.
"Jam all communications. Catching them off guard and by surprise will give us an advantage and we don't need them calling for any reinforcements." But Andor's crew were disciplined, and the very best the galaxy had to offer. During their trip through hyperspace, they had been briefed of the plan and as such, they had already jammed all communications from Nystao and the looming Venator-class Star Destroyer looming in orbit before Andor had even given the order.
"Admiral, are we ready for the assault?" Another tap of his finger.
"Yes, Lord Andor. All weapons are hot and online, shields are primed and awaiting my command. Coordinates have been obtained for the Red Dawn Medical Center and we are targeting now."
Andor smiled. "And our troops and star fighters?"
"Ready for deployment, My Lord."
"Excellent," He sneered.
From one of the terminals below him, Andor heard a crewman state that the target had been acquired and weapons were locked on. He turned his head to look at his trusted admiral and nodded his head in approval. "I leave the orbital assault under your command, Admiral. I am headed to my shuttle and will make my way planet side. Deploy all troop transports and two accompanying squadrons. Leave the rest in case of any counter-attack."
"Consider it done, My Lord." The Admiral's voice was gruff, as he turned briskly on his heel and made his way down the small aisle in the middle of the bridge. "Ion Cannons, open fire. Black and Gold Squadrons deploy with all troop transports."
Andor waited until he saw the brilliant blue light of the two hundred ion cannons located at the cruiser's fore rain down into the planet's atmosphere: their target the Red Dawn Medical Center. The blue light flashed across his crimson eyes as he pivoted and left the hangar bay, his black cloak swirling behind him as he made his way to the bridge.
He was pleased to find his shuttle ready and prepared, and he strode up the landing ramp and into the upsilon-class command shuttle. Strapping himself into one of the passenger seats in the cockpit, the ship lifted off the metal floor and soared into space, followed quickly by the two squadrons of ARC-170 star fighters, one squadron of TIE bombers, and four Sentinel-class landing craft each holding seventy five armed elite Cathar soldiers armed with Westar-M5 blaster rifles, underbarrel grenade launchers, along with a handful of sonic grenades a piece. Even in the low light, their crimson armor glinted eerily as they waited to arrive planetside.
The Venator-class Republic Cruiser The Redemption had been peacefully sitting in orbit above Nystao City when an unknown Bulwark-class battlecruiser emerged from hyperspace. Upon seeing this the Captain who had been left in charge of the bridge while Admiral Larkin had taken a call from the Republic Senate took immediate action. “Raise the forward deflector shields and hail that ship.”
But no sooner had the ship entered orbit then it sent a barrage of Ion cannon blasts toward the city below. Captain Kirk watched, slack-jawed at the potential destruction raining upon the city below. He collected himself and began issuing orders, “Fire all turbo lasers, prepare the proton torpedoes! Take out that ship!” he then turned heel and briskly made his way to the communication room, “Prepare all fighter squadrons!”
Opening the door Kirk saw Admiral Larkin in a heated conversation with the hologram of what appeared to be one of the Senators. “Sir, Nystao is under attack from an unknown battle cruiser, we have opened fire after many failed attempts to make contact with them.” Larkin looked at the Captain, then back at the Senator, “I am going to have to request rei-” but before the Admiral could finish his sentence the hologram of the Senator started to fade. "Senator? Senator!" He pressed some buttons on the panel, "We're being jammed. We are on our own now, unless the Senator got the message before we lost connection.
“Captain, are our X-wing fighter squadrons ready?” The duo walked back to the bridge to survey the ship in front of them.
“Sir. The ship started sending escorted transports to the surface!” shouted one of the lieutenants once they arrived.
“Send two X-Wing squadrons after them. They cannot make it to the surface!” Larkin replied without taking a second to breath. "Send two bomber squadrons after their jamming relay, with a fighter escort."
The bay doors on The Redemption opened and three squadrons of X-wing fighters and two Y-wing fighter squadrons spewed out like angry bees leaving the hive. The Y-wing squads were accompanied by one X-wing squadron and aimed toward the Bulwark to disrupt its jammer and armaments. While the two other X-wing squads aimed for the transports and their escort. The eight turbo lasers fired against the Bulwark’s shielding, in hopes of wearing it down. While the Point-defense laser cannons fired at the Bulwark and it’s fighters alike.
The void of space was quite different from the violent dance the spun many vibrant colors in orbit above the planet below. A rainbow of colors from a mass of turret and cannon fire stood in stark contrast to the grim, darkness of open space, but it was a web spun to tell the tale of the scuffle that uprooted the relative peace this world had sought to maintain. But that 'peace' was a lie, a shroud pulled over the eyes of those so easily manipulated to believe the Force and the galaxy would stand behind the coddling of the weak any longer. And now . . .
And now this lie would be undone.
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Shrieking in from the void, an Imperious-class Star Destroyer appeared through a bright, blue-white light. Black splotches, reminiscent of carbon scoring, scarred the outer plating of the massive vessel, giving the false appearance that it was more heavily damaged that it actually was. For months, the repair crews and labored away with restoring the vessel to a fully functioning state and though cosmetically the ship gave a rough feel, it was fully functional and poised for war.
Slowly the sublight engines propelled the menacing vessel forward, aligning it to where it was behind the heavily outdated Venator-class that currently engaged the Messiah. It faced directly to the rear of the older ship where it might disable its engines should it choose to engage outright, but that ship wasn't the focus. The Messiah was more than capable of handling such a task. No, the was another target within the Reverence's crosshairs. A much larger and more encompassing target that would serve to further the galaxy's deliverance from that which sought to cripple it. And so . . . as time continue to press forward, the crew of the foreboding vessel ran through their various protocols.
Shields were powered up and focused to the fore of the ship, serving greater protection should the outdated Venator choose to attempt something heroic should it last another minute. Weapons quickly powered up - both heavy turbolasers and ballistics systems marking their targets and locking onto their various positions and within another moment a torrent of fire rained outward from the magnificent ship.
Hundreds of shots catapulted through the openness of orbit and powered through toward the planet below. The downpour of a vivid color showered its destructive power down upon the city below and no doubt the citizens that lingered within Nystao's embrace now prayed those desperate prayers, crying out in horror as the city would be stricken so heavily and ferociously from orbit above. Torpedoes and missiles bursted upon impact with the city below, flinging debris through the air and leaving in their wake, a splendid portrait of smoke and fire as the city was ravaged and burned. The Reverence was here to deliver the people from the greatest fallacy pulled over their eyes.
"Be thankful, for even in death, you move to heal the galaxy of that which plagues it so."
The words were spoken, not from the Sith Lord that commanded the vessel, but from the Admiral that followed through with those orders. It had been but a murmur spoken with every bit of knowledge those the words were for would never hear them as he stood in the bridge marveling in the dramatic, yet action packed, scene the played out before them.
He turned on heel and bowed to a large, armor-clad figure and spoke once more. "The cleansing is under way, M'Lord."
"Shields up!" The Admiral barked as soon as their sensors picked up an enemy Venator-class Star Destroyer hailing them over the comms, and then powering up their weapons not a moment after the orbital attack on the Red Damn Medical Center began. The first volley of incoming blasts from the Redemption's turbolasers clashed violently, yet harmlessly against the battle cruiser. It would take a lot more firepower than what the Venator was capable of producing to bring the Messiah down.
"Shields holding, Admiral."
"Open fire on that Star Destroyer. Starboard ion cannons and turbo lasers. Navigator, turn this vessel 15 degrees to the right so we can face them head on, and then open fire with everything we've got. Target the bridge and hyperdrive. Launch Wraith,Banshee, and Redsquads to intercept the incoming bombers. Dispatch Grey squad to reinforce our forces headed to the ground."
That's when hell broke lose. First, the volley of 150 ion cannons followed immediately by the 300 turbo lasers. The ion cannons would be more than enough firepower to power down the Venator long enough for the turbo lasers to eat through the Redemption's hull. Flashes of blue, green, and red filled the darkness of space, as the lasers of death went streaking to end the weak. Then, the Messiah began to turn, until it's fore section faced The Redemption, where it open fired with its 200 ion cannons and 600 turbolasers. And so, the weak would perish.
From the starboard side hangar bay, three squadrons launched: Two squadrons of V-wings (Wraith and Banshee) and two squads of Arc-170's (Red and Grey). Wraith and Banshee squadrons were more than enough firepower to eliminate the incoming y-wings with the minimal fighter escort.Their speed and versatility would be enough to overwhelm them. Red squad was their just to show off, and minimalize losses. This opponent was outnumbered, and yet, whoever was in charge was pressing a counter attack? Why? Delusions of grandeur? Outright stupidity? Martying themselves to give those on the ground a better chance of survival? No matter: they would all perish. Staying in a tight formation, the three squads screamed forward and finally, they scattered, the 36 ships seemingly going every-which-way as they open fired on the unprotected bombers, hoping to end them in a single pass with their twin turbo lasers, proton torpedoes and the rest of their armament.
Now, we find ourselves moving to yet the third section of the battle. The four escort ships and the squad of bombers shot forward, their engines and shields at full power. The two squadron escorts of ARC-170's broke off, swiveling 18- degrees to face the incoming fighters head on, with the third squad of recently launched ARC-170s coming in from behind them, a classic, basic strategy that they seemed to have fallen for. Immediately, the three squads fell on the two squads of X-wings like vultures on road kill as they began to open fire.
-Aboard the Upsilon-class Command Shuttle-
Andor watched the events unfolding before him with a sneer across his thin lips. Death. Destruction.
It fueled him. He felt the darkside swarming around him when suddenly he felt another familiar presence appear in the blink of an eye in the Force. Abaddon. His smile grew larger. "Now it's a party."
