SWRPF Archive WOTG III: The Breaking of the Alliance

Aboard the Super Star Destroyer Imperial Justice in hyperspace from Site X to Koornacht Cluster

Director Lavos had just recieved word from his Emperor, concerning the Zaarin situation at Eriadu.
Sort, Concise. Very Emperor Jello.
I will deal with it. Your priority must be as it always has been. Ensuring a complete and utter Imperial victory... serve me, and the Empire, as you always have Kane. Emperor Jello Out/

"Well that settles it then." echoed Director Lavos, as he lead his motley Kyana fleet back to his holdings in Koornacht, to allow his agents to continue to mass the new payloads at Doornik-138. He would then continue to Byss, to finalise Project Fester.

Turning to his holocomm, he decided action was now so much more important then words. Yet, at times, words was all one was left with. Switching to Tavira's comm, he recieved an instantaneous response.
"Sir, I have been trying to reach you. We have preliminary reports indicating that High Inquistor Jace is MIA, possibly KIA."

Lavos felt the hammer blow of such a report, but after a long war with many a comrade fallen, it somehow left him hollow to the pain.
"Thank you for alerting me. Activate Jade and ready the team for our independent actions. Contact our Noghri cell on Bakura and inform them to dump the final payload and then go under. I want them ready. Also, get me the last report from Baker, how successful was he?"

Tavira grimaced. "The last report came from his sub-ordinate. He hit stage 3 and fled...we have nothing further."

Lavos expected no less, and mentally summed up his next move. "Alright, that is all. Get the gear in order, we arrive at Koornacht tomorrow."

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NPC - Capt. Baker.
Shoreleave on Eriadu, (in effect from before Zaarin situation.)

Baker shivered as he crawled further into the dark, dank alley, clutching at his vest, and staring in fear up at It...
He knew it was there... It had been there for ever, yet he had only just noticed it...Maybe the Vong had brought this terrible thing to him?

Baker laughed and spat in disgust, as he staggered up and returned to the site where he had first seen It.
The crowded marketplace of Eriadu Square, only a few klicks from the Tourism mecca that was the statue of Governor Tarkin. It was here that only a week ago, he had released the payload. Amongst so many people...
Turning and laughing once more, he doubled over as a racking cough overtook him. He knew when Director Lavos had informed him of this mission that only the best could pull it off, and equally that it may earn him an early retirement.
How subtle the Director had been. Early retirement... i hope this amuses you Director!!
Baker tried to feel resentment or at least anger, but he was ever aware of the omnipresent it that grasped at his lungs, squeezing out his air, that dropped him to the ground in fits of rapidly decaying muscles, that forced the black blood from his mouth in waves of agony..

Screaming he stood once more, he batted away a handful of nightcrawlers brave enough to investigate the noise. One of the men that came had a nasty sounding cough..
It begins so innocuously..
Baker ran, beating out tired muscles in a desperately loyal last act, knowing he had but to do one thing..
He pulled the thermal detonator from his pocket - the one he had purchased from a black market dealer earlier - and which had surely raised a few flags in Rebel Intel..

They wouldn't find him in time. They wouldn't find him at all.

Pitching himself foward and towards the nearest body of water, he came across the Furia River on the skirts of the city capital, as polluted as the atmosphere itself.
Throwing himself off the edge in a manic last act of fitting courage, he triggered the detonation, vaporising ever inch of his flesh as the cinders drove themselves into the quiet torrent of water...

Days later, the last of the Intelligence Agents left as part of team "Shore Leave" sent a final report

 

IC as Febo Cl'ka in hyperspace, en-route to Corellia

Cl'ka stalked the bridge waiting for the emergence from hyperspace

Cl'ka: Status?

Helm: 10 seconds... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Cutting hyperdrive and engaging sublight engines.

Cl'ka: Communications, open a link to the shipyards.

Corellian Control: Commander Cl'ka, what is your cargo and destination?

Cl'ka: We are here to pick up 5000 Engineers, 1000 Medical & Science personnel and 50 Scout Corps craft and thier pilots.

Corellian Control: Acknowledged, Commander. we will being the transfer. It will approximatly take three hours.

Approximatly three hours later...

Corellian Control: Transfer complete, you have clearance to leave.

Cl'ka: Acknowledged. All ships prepare to depart Corellia for Site AS.

The Imperial MTCs and their escorts arrayed themselves in formation and entered hyperspace

 

Dathomir

Admiral Groundwalker had just recaptured Annihilator Squadron, and was moving away from the planet, when he received a message via the hypercomm. Orders from the Emperor.

"Send it to my command chair, Lieutenant."

Walking over to his plush chair, he played the message.

Admiral Fluke Groundwalker
You are to travel to Dubrillion, and send a scout ship ahead. Once you have a proper schematic of the defense force, you can attack.
[/i]Grand Admiral Jello[/i]

"Ok, we've got orders. Navigation, plot course for Dubrillion. Flank speed. Let's make this as quick a transit as possible."

 

Kuat Armada came out of hyperspace. Saborra, on the KHam, was stunned to see the regal presence of Vindicator Armada and hailed them, his red eyes glowing. "Greetings, my Emperor. What brings you to Eriadu?"

Zaarin was on his MC80b, the Mon Maria. He sent a message to the Vindicator. "Kuat...Armada...Omwat...go..." the message, scrambled, said. There was a naval base, albeit a small one, at Omwat, where Zaarin would keep the Armada till he needed it.

EDIT: Sorry, I forgot to post the fact I wanted Kuat Armada sent to Omwat for safekeeping purposes.

 

Yarlik's Ofiice

"Yes, the room will be fine, thank you," Marissa told the officer.

"I' will go have them prepared," He said then left. She was left alone to sit and wait for his return.

Thirty Minutes Later

She was in shock. Veng was...here. This was impossible, he'd sent her on her own. This just sugnified his lack of trust in her ablities. Didn't it?

"What are you doing here?" she managed to ask.

TAG: FID and Veng

 

IC:
Gallant II

Tonight was different, Bravo had called a meeting of all his officers in the middle of the night. He didn't require them to be dressed in there officer uniforms, just in any cloths they could put on really fast. They all sat in the same room, and around the smae table that Bravo was attacked 2 weeks eariler.

Fleet Admiral Bravo: "I don't like this, there is a tremor in the force."

Jedi Master Ikrit: "I can also feel it. It is dark, and it hides itself from view, until its time...time to strike."

Fleet Admiral Bravo: "Either way you put it ladies and gentlemen, if you belive in the force or not, we must be careful. I want all Rebel ships and allies that are under my command, to be put on full aleart, understand, that is red aleart."

Admiral Greenwood: "Is it the Yuuzhan Vong?"

Admiral Jonesy: "No, its...its something else."

Captain Wilkins: "Its someone close to us."

Fleet Admiral Bravo: "Its someone with a lot of power, and it hides itself. Logic says to look, where you don't expect to look, and I will look where I expect to look, and where I don't expect to look."

Senior Lieutenant Nerd: "What are we going to do?"

Fleet Admiral Bravo: "Nerd...I want you to hack into Rebel classified communations, between Eriadu and any other system or planet. Intell, I want you to find out as much information as you can on all Imperial and Rebel classified projects."

Senior Lieutenant Nerd: "Yes sir."

Senior Intellengance Officer: "Yes sir."

The meeting draged on for another 3 hours, and finally ended. All Rebel Ships under Bravo's command, would go on red aleart.

 

Trying again to send a message, Zaarin called a freighter convoy from Kuat, loaded with the latest battledroids, fearsome machines with vibroblades, guns and grenades. Within the hour they were en route to Circarpous V, the Caridan's stronghold. One freighter was coming to Eriadu, however, to deliver the droids to Olympus.

 

Baron Halycron: *Bakura System*

Jace sat back. During transit, he'd met up with the Requiem Fleet, and had switched ships. He now stood on the Imperial Star Destroyer Requiem, and sat in the open confines of the ship's bridge.
"Unidentified fleet; you are in direct violation of Alliance sovereign space. Transmit identification now." A traffic beacon blared.

Jace nodded, and the Requiem's communications officer sent their identification.
The young Baron watched as the Rendili dreadnaught heavy cruiser Peregrine and the Victory Star Destroyer Victory flanked his command ship.
The communications officer looked back, and nodded; signaling that he had a connection to Bakura.
"Baron Halycron, welcome. I must admit that your visit has been informed, and that we are distressed of the news," an aging man said. The message identified the man as Prime Minister Captison.
"I can understand, Prime Minister Captison. Although, seeing as how the meeting I had with President Yarlik was secret, you must have recieved poor or incorrect information. I can assure you that my intentions are honorable."
The Bakuran minister nodded, "Nevertheless, welcome to Bakura."

Jace smiled, and killed the transmission. If things went right, he'd not even require Bakura.
He keyed his chair communciations system, and reached the docking bay's control officer. "Docking Bay control, please send a message drone to Eriadu, President Yarlik's eyes only. Attached is the message."

President Yarlik...
In light of recent information I have been handed, I would like to send my formal request to join the Alliance as a full Naval officer.
I am sure you will appreciate the skills I have to offer, and I trust we can come to a deal that is a greater benefit than this.

~ Baron Jace Halycron of Requiem Fleet

 

The 5th Alliance Fleet exited hyperspace where it was supposed to. The Imperial Ships, having been pulled out of hyperspace on the outside of the system by the interdictor mines lining the spacelanes were not within a threatening distance. Gerul Cast looked at the situation.

"Commander, prepare alpha-omega"

the commander's eyes widened, having thought that he would never hear this command. The call rang out amongst the ships of the 5th fleet, preparing for the predetermined manuver. Gerul pulled out a small device, inserted it into the laser comsystems and flipped the faceplate. on the inside was a number pad. Gerul typed in a 12 digit number code then his name, verified it vocally, and then the Commander did the same, voicing his code and his name. The red button on the console began to glow red. Gerul pushed the button, and it sent a tight beam transmission to the Olympus. Many things happend all at once. Security bulkheads came crashing down, all levels were cut off from each other. Ships attached to the Olympus were disengaged and send with the guidance tractorbeams floating away from the station. The security droids inside the station became active, taking a predetermined course to an assigned station. Shields went up all over the station, cutting off sections in each floor. All command controls were shut down, except for the controls that Gerul Cast had. The codes hardwired into the system sprang to life as all previous command codes were erased and reset to Gerul's codes. And with that, there was several flashes of lights as the interdiction mines all over the system exploded, and a larger flash as the Olympus ceased to be where she had been resting not seconds before. The 5th fleet had also vanished.


OOC: Ok ALL ships, except for mine, which knew of the predetermined pattern through the interdiction mines lining all known spacelanes were stopped on the outside of the system. GAJ, your fleet is too far away to do anything about this, as is Zaarins, or any other ship...except for mine...which knew a key route into and out of the system. The Olympus jettisoned ALL ships that were docked...that's all shuttles, all transports, all freighters...everything. Currently, everyone is trapped where they are, the security droids are set to stun, and only obey my commands. No other command is above mine. The Olympus will be brought out of hyperspace, after several jumps, to a predetermined sector that I chose. No one knows where we are going, except for myself, and my commander, who has set the coordintes, slaved all the 5th fleets ships together, and jumped. I will tell SEA where to put it once I see him. Until then, the Olympus and the 5th fleet are in hyperspace.

 

IC: Belkadan

"Admiral Skywalker, I want you and your ships to move on Morishim. I want a fast assault with all guns blazing. Make use of your fighters. Do not stand off and exchange volleys. Put pressure on the Vong, and do as much damage as possible. Raze the planet and return to Yaga Minor base."

That was strange, Ben thought. What were they to do with Belkadan? He probably would need every ship in his armada to effectively destroy Morishim so leaving anything behind would not be a good idea. And yet, Belkadan could be a very strategic system to move Imperial operations against the Vong from.

But Ben made up his mind almost immediately. The Emperor ordered to take Morishim and that was what he'd do. And besides, he could always return.

"Captain Piett, send several Probe Droids to the system of Morishim and report back to me the Yuuzhan Vong defense fleet that is stationed there," ordered Admiral Skywalker.

"As you wish, Admiral," replied Piett.

"And Captain, ready the fleet. After deploying the probe droids, I want immediate launch of the armada. Set a course that is 5 lightyears away from the main system."

"Would that be all, Admiral?" asked Piett.

"Yes. Get to work," answered Ben.

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OOC: I'll arrive at Morishim in one RL day. And remember, certain Vong fleets don't know that we're coming

 

IC as High General Toma Tu'kla aboard Lancer Frigate Mescue, enroute to Coruscant

Tu'kla sat, silently wishing that the Lancer Frigate he was travelling on would hurry up and arrive at Coruscant

Tu'kla: Helm, time.

Helm: Thirty minute until reversion

Thirty minutes later...

Helm: Dropping out of hyperspace now.

With a flicker of pseudomotion, the Lancer Frigate shot out of hyperspace

Tu'kla: Comms, I want an open channel to Imperial Palace at once!

Comms: Link up.

Tu'kla: This is High General Toma Tu'kla on board the Lancer Frigate Mescue, any high ranking personnel on the planet, please respond.

TAG: Any Imperial on the planet.

 

Soon after the Station entered hyperspace, the Security Droids had taken complete control of the station. They had confiscated all weaoponry, and had told everyone trapped on the station of the situation. Everyone was informed of the reasons, and they were also informed that though they were not prisoners, that for securities sake, they would not be allowed to move around the station. They would be limited to their section, and their floor. They were reminded that their location was known at all times by the radioactive ion that was placed on thier arms when they entered the station. Hopefully everyone would cooperate, and make this unpleasant situation not so uncomfortable.

 

IC: Corellia
The Jarus Nova touched down on the surface of Corellia. Bond emerged from the ship to meet a flustered Director Fey'yla hurrying towards him.

"007, we have a critical situation on Eriadu. We need to know what's going on. I invited a specialist in hypnosis, Dr. Gard, to accompany you to Eriadu. He will train you in hypnosis en route."

"Very well," Bond replied, smiling warmly at Gard. The two men then entered the Jarus Nova, and took off for Eriadu, while Fey'yla took the Intelligence to Eriadu. On the other side of the platform was a duplicate of the Jarus Nova - and a duplicate of Bond, played by a con artist named Sheck Exley, who had been recruited by Agent The_Doctor. This was for security reasons.

OOC: I think Bond should reach Eriadu in 12 hours.

Oh, and what's the status of President Yarlik? Is he still on the Olympus Station?

 

Imperial Justice in subspace, course correction before hyperspace.

"Tavira, have you compiled all the evidence from our spy?" Asked Lavos from his command chair.

"Yes Sir. It's all there, including what extra information we could include."

"GOod. Hypercomm the package and my message i recorded earlier to the contact i provided." As he spoke, he entered the details and contact point for the recipient of the message.

"I only hope he knows how to act. For his own sake."

Tavira nodded glumly, as they both turned back to the viewport, awaiting the renewal of Hyperspace.

 

Grand Temple, Yavin IV

From granduer to rubble. Symbolic of this galaxy's coming trials...

The creature who claimed to be a God materialised amongst the smouldering stone of the Massassi temple, looking over the expanding Firestorm of the Yavin IV forest.

Lightning, a most elemental force...bringing fear to all who see it, in awe of its fearful symmetry.

The Creature known as Yun-Yammka, had renewed his purpose in the cleansing of this planet, having driven the Jeedai scum to all corners of the galaxy.

His Warmaster had come to him, and Yun-Yammka had cleansed his implant. Loyalty was rewarded with glory, service rewarded with the sweet touch of agony.

Raising an armoured, obsidan leg - muscles pumping like pistons - Yun Yammka began to walk to his hidden transport. Looking like a terrible demonic shadow, he raised his amphistaff in a final salute to the fallen forest, as its crackling flames danced a terrible light in the curved crown of horns that adorned his head.
Red, calculating slits of eyes lanced out to the small Yorik Coral Transport the Warmaster had left behind for his God.
A villip within inverted, the priest Harrar sending his greetings on behalf of the Priests.

Excellent. His people flocking to his banner.

Yet what next? I must let this galaxy know the new truth i bring.
I must make my presence known to all. What I began with Lavos I will end with the Empire and it's pathetic Rebellion. They shall know my name....

"Jeedai, here my words. This, your world, burns as you flee. It is but a symbol of what shall happen to your galaxy. Know my name, for I am destiny.

Know your fate, for I am a God..."


With the emphatic ultimatum, Yun-Yammka launched the transport exiting atmosphere. He sent a message to his Warmaster, allowing him to know his next target.
I go to repair a past failure. At Vortex, they shall know we have returned.

Slowly, like a dawning omen, the darken Yorik Coral Coverette swept out and into darkspace, leaving the fourth moon of Yavin burning like the hopes and dreams of the galaxy......

 

Bakura
The second message had come, as he knew it would, he was to release the final vial into the air conditioner tower of the main government building, then go to ground until the ?storm passes?. Ir'khaim summoned the three other Noghri.

?We have our orders, the final vial is to be released, then we must disappear, the rebels will not take this lightly, now go, you know what to do?

As he headed towards their pre-arranged hideout, he pondered the subtle beauty of the plan, the rebels would never suspect a thing, and as soon as the other three had joined him at the hideout there would be no links to them.

In the distance Ir'khaim heard a man coughing, could it be his fear of the what was in those vials playing tricks on his mind? Or could it be taking effect already? Not wanting to find out he quickened his pace, soon leaving Salis Dar well behind.

TAG: Jace

 

IC:
Gallant II

Alearms were blaring, warning lights were going crazy, and crewers were running to their battle stations. With the crew size reduced to 12,000, it was easy running though the halls, in case everyone had to be at their battle stations. Bravo was running torwards the bridge, followed by 4 of his royal guards. He entered the bridge, and saw about 40 crewers in the bridge, Admiral Greenwood's imagine was over the comm unit, while Jonesy was talking to him, and Wilkins came running up to Bravo.

Bravo: "Where is Williams and Smith?!"

Wilkins: "They are coming...here they are."

Williams and Smith bursted onto the bridge, followed by Nerd, and about 25 other crewers.

Bravo: "Report!"

Wilkins: "Olympus...well its gone!"

Bravo: "Smith...sensors!

Smith: "It no longer there...its gone!"

Bravo: "Williams...comm!"

Williams: "No communations...it just...well it just poff!"

Bravo: "Jonesy!"

Bravo ran up to where Jonesy was standing, Jonesy was talking to Greenwood.

Jonesy: "Sir!"

Bravo: "What happened?!"

Senior Sensors Officer: 'Admiral sir, the 5th fleet hypered in, and both Olympus and the 5th fleet just disapperared!"

Junior Sensors Officer: "Long range scans, and other sensor reading from ships close to Olympus, all read a high beam of energy hit the station, and then the station and the 5th fleet were gone, sir!"

Fleet Admiral Bravo turned sharply on his heal, to face Nerd.

Bravo: "Nerd, hack into the station!"

Nerd: "I have already tryed, I can't get in! High Admiral Cast has complete control over the station!"

Greenwood: "Should we scamble fighters, and have fleets get into combat groups?!"

Bravo turned sharply again, and looked at the imgaine of Greenwood on the giant view screen.

Bravo: "No, I trust Cast. But, scamble every patrol ship we have!"

Greenwood: "Sir!"

Bravo walked over to the command station, and typed in a code that brought the over head speakers on line, though out all the ships at Mon Calamari.

Bravo: "All crewers, Olympus is gone, vanished. All Rebel ships and Rebel allies will remian on yellow aleart, red aleart is standing down. I want all ships to have there long range, short range, and any other find of scanner ready, and scanning space. Fleet Admiral Bravo out."

The red aleart stood down, and gave way to the yellow aleart. The bridge finally settled down, and Bravo took his battle station, at his commmand chair. The bridge crew was reduced to the first shift size, or the standard size for an Imperial Star Destroyer. This happened though out the ship, as the first shift or the standard size shift crew took there stations. This also happened though out the fleet, and ships at Mon Calamari.

 

OOC: Baron_Fel, you're currently with about half of the assemblage of fleets from Dathomir at Morishim, be prepared to launch at a moments notice with the instructions I gave you. Once I return to that fleet, and the warmaster returns to his fleet (located in empty space on our Hutt Space side,) we will be ready.
IC:
Malastare

In Gran Square, down town Pixelito, thousands of Dugs screamed for Malastare.
"NO MORE GRANS, NO MORE REBELS, MALASTARE IS OURS! NO MORE GRANS, NO MORE REBELS, MALASTARE IS OURS!" They climbed up the sides of buildings, jeering the oppressive Rebel representatives inside their offices. They were careful not to cause any damage to the city, against their nature, but only because the offworlders' plan would not work if they did any damage. As the sun began to set, and the Gran and Rebel reps began to go home, the Dugs harrassed them, chasing them back to their homes, continuing their protest there. Thousands of more Dugs, from other arboreal cities hopped into the town, hoping to cause damage to the Grans, but were quickly informed of the plans before they could do any harm. The Dugs, screamed for their independence, pouring down streets, climbing on buildings, their never ending shout filling the ears of Grans city-wide. The local podrace was canceled for all of the Dug pilots left their pods and sprinted into the city. Smart freighter and passenger liner pilots raised their prices incredibly for passage to Kinyen, and made a fortune as the more terrified peace-loving Grans fled the city. As each transport took off, the cry of the Dugs became louder. By the next morning, in every city on Malastare, Dugs marched through the streets, not causing any damage as per the orders of the offworlders who "loved" the Dugs so much.


((Tag, Rebels))

 

Honoghr

Nithrak sat in the clan dukha, though to say he sat patiently would not be accurate. Carr still appeared put off by Nithrak's criticism of his Anzati bodyguards, but truth be told, Nithrak was impressed with them. The Warmaster had a feeling that both he and Carr would have had trouble with these...noghri had they been closest to the attack. Nithrak hadn't even heard the creature's approach.

I go to repair a past failure. At Vortex, they shall know we have returned.

Nithrak had assumed a blank stare during the brief exchange, and Carr elbowed him, snapping him out of the transe like state.

"Did you hear it?" asked Nithrak.

"Hear what?" replied Carr.

Nithrak shook his had as to say nevermind as the matraikh returned.

"It is the decision of this council that you will be held until the arrival of Director Lavos, for whom we have sent."

Nithrak grabbed Carr's arm and held him in his seat, sensing what the Commander was about to do. With his other hand Nithrak casually touched the seam of his cloak and pinched. Attached was a very small, short range villip that sent a message to the ships in orbit alerting them that he was in danger. It also allowed them to get a fix on their location.

But he still needed to stall for time.

"Perhaps you should reconsider, matraikh. The Yuuzhan Vong are masters of terraforming, agriculture, and genetics. I'm sure we could clean your world much faster than you currently are..."

"You will be silent!" purred one of the noghri guards.

Nithrak heard the sonic boom of approaching coralskippers and instinctively pulled Carr to the floor. An earth shattering smash blew dust and debris into the air as plasma was rained down on the dukha.

Carr was already to his feet and extended a hand to Nithrak. The leapt through the gaping hole created by the coralskippers and ran through the fields of kholm grass towards the rapidly descending transport, with Anzati in tail. Grey figures began racing from all sides to intercept them, and Nithrak lobbed a few thud bugs off in the distance. The noghri dodged easily and kept coming.

The transport was on the ground and the ramp had dropped, just as Nithrak heard the sounds of combat behind him, no doubt the Anzat were caught up with the noghri.

Just as they neared the transport one of the grey skinned creatures raced before them. Demonstrating remarkable agility, Carr tackled the noghri and somersaulted into the transport, followed closely by Nithrak and some of the Anzati. The transport was already clawing for altitude as Nithrak slapped the villip to close the hatch. One of the noghri leapt to the edge of the ramp and then at Nithrak, but a quick dodge and a slice of his Tsaisi beheaded the creature.

The Warmaster turned to see Carr wrestling with the noghri he had tackled, but the match only lasted momentarily as Carr smashed a fist into the noghri's skull. Knocking him out cold.

The Commander leaned back against the hull of the transport and looked at Nithrak.

"Not quite as diplomatic as the Anzati." said Carr.

"True, but we have samples none the less. They're your charge now, send them to your shaper compound and see what you can do.
Carr nodded.

Nithrak turned to the villip choir in the bay of the transport, which connected him to Ihndy's captain.

"Prepare all ships, we're leaving as soon as the transport returns."

If Lavos had indeed been alerted to his presence, Nithrak wanted to be far away
before the Director could send a task force, particularly given the number of ships Nithrak had at his disposal.

 

"I'm here to watch you and help you along with your negotiations.. I'd assume that someone will be here to see us soon. wonder where Yarlikkeeps his 'secret bar'?"

Veng Said. Sooner or later someone will come.

 

High Orbit over Honoghor
Yuuzhan Vong Courier Ship, Coufee's Point

Yomin Carr's personalized courier ship, Coufee's Point, flitted around the warmaster's grand cruiser, as Yomin discussed the Noghri, with the warmaster.

"Warmaster, I don't think what the Noghri did was particularly nice. Perhaps we should teach them not to dismiss the offers of a warmaster."

"What exactly do you have in mind, Carr?"

"The Inhdy does have the necessary items to begin the Yuuzhan Vongififying of the planet, correct?"

"Yes, Carr. I think I know what you have in mind."

The warmaster turned away from the villip, and turned to one of his subalterns.

"Subaltern, have the Inhdy seed the nonhabitable parts of the planet with the colonization seeds. Make sure that the planet has been converted into a death trap for infidels within a week. And also make sure that if our modifications are cleared, the planet will become even more desolate than before."

"Yes, warmaster."

The warmaster turned to Carr again, as hundreds of "seeds" fell through the planet's atmosphere.

"I have set the colonization effects into motion. Shall we procede to our respective rendevous points?"

"I'm already preparing the darkspace coordinates, Glory to Yun Yuuzhan."

"And to the Yuuzhan Vong."

The coral ships shot into darkspace in differenct directions, leaving behind a future Yuuzhan Vong colony.

 

Oh you so did not mess with my planet...
And, now, sufficient time has passed for a message to get to me...

Baron Halycron: *Bakura Orbit*

Jace had been monitoring the message relays, waiting for news that a drone had returned. Time seldom passed easily, especially with most ship crews on leave in various parts in the ship.
The emergency reciever picked up, "Baron Halycron and Requiem Fleet: Bakura has been swepted by some airborne biological weapon. Governmental....bu..." the message trailed off into nothingness.
Jace sat there for a minute. Someone has decided to mess with my planet...
"Okay, Sarran, you are in charge, because I am going down there. I want our troop regiments in full biological containment gear, and suited up in fifteen minutes. All ships form a blockade around the planet. Anything leaves; pound it with ions, and put the captives in the brig."

TAG: Jacques