Adenn

@Anomaly758

The mandalorian consider the words of the ambassador carefully. The Kadeshi as they called themselves were just as alone and lost as they are. And they are looking for a temporary alliance to find their way back. Pulse the access to their onboard manufacturing would help with any repaired and supple problem the ship could have. "The people operating the needled looking ship called themselves Kadeshi. They are willing to work with us to find our way back. In exchange for helping and protecting them. They had offered us used of their production facility on board their ships." she explained to Orser.

The Alor'ad consider what Vasthi told him. "Alright tell them they got a deal. Tell them and get back to Adenn"

Vasthi relayed the decision to the ambassador and swiftly returning to the Adenn.

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As Orser was about to question the crew of the Endeavor about what the heck they are babbling about they received a transmission.



"Find that shuttle!" Orser ordered. As the sensor operator began to try and scan for the ship. Kanxn chimed in.

"You think we can get a reward if we pull who ever it is out?" Kanxn asked to observe the activity from some of the other ships. "If they can't we leave they." Orser respond. In the void the Keldabe-class battleship engines came online sending the ship towards the location of the shuttle. But that when the Goa'uld arrived. "Orser we are getting ships exiting hyperspace. We are getting a transmission from them. Patching it through." the crew-member informed.



"Well then. Let us show aruetii what happen when they threaten mandalorians. Bring all guns to barrier on the closest ship. Scramble all fighters target their starfighters." The crew swiftly followed his orders. The turbolaser batteries and ion cannons swivel taking aim at the closest pyramid ships. As soon as the ship got into range it would being to fire all gun upon the ship. In the void the Adenn launched its complement of starvipers and Skipray towards the vessel. The starvipers engaging the death gliders while the skipray targeted the pyramid ship.

Kuriotes

Having sent out their message, the Unity found that there was little response. Perhaps the other ships around them did not possess significant development to detect their telepathic message, or they were merely too distant. The only one who did was that individual on the shuttle, and even if he claimed that he needed to be protected, they were loath to listen to him based on how he felt in their mind.

"Vessels emerging from phase space," Restris warned, just as the fleet emerged into view on the monitors. They were big, with some pyramid shaped vessels, some that were closer to discs, and one massive ship that would give even the Vasari's Evacuator a run for its money in size. "I don't recognize the ship types."

That further confirmed how far they were from home. And as the transmission came in, Valeran found herself more confused. Who was this Anubis? And what did he want with that shuttle?

The rest of the ships they were with had begun to react, launching a myriad of different strike craft and firing back with an eclectic assortment of weaponry. They were moving to defend the shuttle, perhaps unaware of the darkness lurking inside of it. Anyone who wanted something like that could not be trusted.

"Denesther, charge weapons. Lock on and fire at that shuttle," she intoned to her Psintegrate.

Normally one who would be eager for a fight, Valeran could feel the doubt in her subordinates mind. "Are you sure? That will make an enemy of basically everyone here."

Shaking her head, Valeran opened herself up to the Unity and the rest of the crew. "You all felt the aggression coming from that vessel, and now this 'Anubis' has brought a significant battle fleet to claim it. These others who have chosen to join in its defense do not recognize the snake in their midst. It falls upon us to eliminate the threat, and foil whatever scheme is in motion."

After a moment Denesther sighed, as she brought up the firing solution. "Well, I suppose there are worse ways to die," she muttered before activating the firing mechanism. Cannons fired, spewing bolts of plasma at the Imperial Shuttle while holding at range with shields active. First this threat, then they could deal with this 'Anubis'.

The holographic crew detected the fire from one of unknown vessels they scanned before. Without asking permission they did the only they could in time extended the shield around the shuttle. It would tax the shield generators. “Captain if we are going to take prisoners those aboard we must do it soon another ship has joined the pyramid ship in attacking the shuttle.”

The joint attack from all three parts of the Prometheus began. All phasers were fired from Beta & Gamma at the exact same spot and the Photon torpedo from Alpha was launched at full yield.

“Disable the shuttle, I want them to be completely without power. Leave the shuttle in tact then teleport who or whatever is on board to the brig. Have two security guards for every prisoner. Once the battle is over I want the tractor beam on the shuttle.” Holographic tactical officer fired the a phaser at the shuttle to disable it completely.

Starlight Lance

Throughout the fight, the Starlight Lance's Swarmers have focused on serving as screens of protection to the Endeavor's starfighter fleet, while the Ambassador's unarmed Swarmer made a hasty retreat into her home hangar. The Death Gliders proved no match to the Kadeshi Swarmers, each nimble Microvessel throwing their insignificant masses around the battlespace with their oversized engines, positioning themselves in perfect positions to rain high velocity bolts of condensed plasma onto their foes. Whenever they were forced on the defensive, they made annoyingly precise maneuvers to keep themselves above the field of fire of their foe's belly mounted weaponry, using their reaction thrusters to spin around in order to make deadly counter attacks. This is not to say the enemy's deadly weapons did no harm to the Swarm. Assuming they covered one another, a single Death Glider could bait one or two Swarmers, and while the Microvessels attacked the vulnerable target from above, another Glider could strike them both down from the rear.

As Wave One starts to dock to refuel and rearm, Wave Two consisting of 36 Assault Swarmers and 36 more advanced Lance Swarmers. Forming up into one massive cloud of microvessels, they make a significant attack run upon one of the Pyramid Ships attacking the Starlight Lance. With their Plasma Bomb Launchers and Polymerization Guns, they bring about a voluminous barrage of superheated balls of plasma and narrow instantly-hitting beams of white-hot energy intense enough to punch through the hulls of corvette-class strikecraft in only one shot, though en masse doing concerning amounts of punishment to frigate or even capital class starships.

Following through from their first attack run, the mass of attack Swarmers split up in a great starburst pattern, performing evasive maneuvers as they set themselves up individually for more stinging strikes across the Pyramid Ship's hull, while the Starlight Lance herself rotates around to face the both of them with the most armored part of the ship: the front of her bulbous bow, while being careful not to whack the Venator with her tail end.

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Admiral Kardoff's transmission was quickly confirmed as two ships came immediately to his aid. A needle-like ship flanks the Endeavor's right, a massive cruiser, nearly twice the Venator's size, looms over them, with the mandalorian ship not far behind them, as they too launched their respected fighters to join up with the republic starfighter swarm. As half of the death gliders changed course to engage the fleet, the Admiral continues watching from the command bridge as the main engines began to engage into maximum power, heading towards the vulnerable shuttle as fast as it can. They need to quickly retrieve the shuttle before the enemy takes it first, despite the fact it houses a sith lord inside according to the jedi commander. But the admiral didn't care about what was inside it. He wasn't trying to save the sith, but rather simply keeping it out of more manipulative hands. So as long as that's achieved, it wouldn't matter.

Meanwhile, the Endeavor's fighter squadrons quickly approach the incoming death gliders and opened-fire as soon as they got close. Their shrieking red and green lasers streak across the emptiness of space as they begin hitting several enemy fighters the moment they began, each exploding upon contact. Of course, several V-Wings also bit the dust as they too also explore or whirl out of control into space. The Venator's point-defense laser cannons also began to engage the incoming fighters, as the red plasma lasers barrage the fighters. At the same time, the pyramid ships also began firing streaks of orange plasma against the Endeavor and the escort fleet. The cruiser rattled slightly at the impact, the explosions outside releasing a cloud of gas that almost looked as if they did some damage.

"Shields are holding admiral." one of the clone operatives announced confidently, "No damage to the hull yet."

"Lock all heavy turbolasers at the firing ship." the Admiral orders calmly, "Show them the might of the republic navy."

All eight turbolaser cannons began to swerve into position, their barrels aiming straight at the firing pyramid ship. Once in position, the cannons fire everything they got at the enemy as blue bolts rush past the incoming fighters. Continual fire from these cannons would be able to eventually punch through the shields of the cruiser and begin to damage it, provided it has shields in the first place. At the speed and progress they're going, they should be able to reach the shuttle within tractor beam range in roughly five minutes or so.

Of course, as the Endeavor fires upon the enemy forces, Admiral Kardoff keeps a close eye on the disabled shuttle. He recognizes the possibility of the other "allied" ships to have their own agenda with it and the cargo onboard. This in of itself is already a risky endeavor to partake in. If any of the other ships begin to fire on the shuttle, it can spell disaster for the entire mission and it would all be for nothing. It's risky, but he had no other choice, and he certainly wasn't going to let it be. Of course, even as he currently commands the ship on his own, he soon finds his own mental conscious breeched by the jedi general himself.

"I'm telling you now," General Vell warns, using the force to telepathically communicate with the admiral, "You're making a grave mistake in defending a sith lord."

Admiral Kardoff grunts with disapproval as he adjusts his brain to the awkward feeling of having an invading voice speaking into his mind. This isn't something he's a stranger too, as General Vell often does this when he's not within the vicinity of a communicator to give out direct orders, but it always felt uncomfortable to bear at first. He'll get used to it. The admiral cannot respond to him telepathically, but his voice can be picked up by the jedi.

"Would you rather let it be in the hands of a malevolent force that could harness it's power for themselves to wield? the commander whispers in response, as not to alert the crew members around him.

"I'm not saying to not take action," the jedi continues, "I'm saying that keeping the sith lord hostage on our ship is not a good idea."

The admiral remains silent, his stern face fixed on the shuttle ahead. He leans over to a clone operative and quickly dials the frequency range up to maximum. He's attempting to pick up the nearby communication coming from the shuttle and what they're doing right now. He also looks at the holographic map to see if any ship is near the shuttle itself, for if one is he'll give it the orders to give it to them. Already there's a small cruiser protecting the shuttle, an ovular ship mostly comprised of cylinders and rounded edges. The admiral is still unable to match onto their direct frequency, leaving them in the dark as to what their next moves are. Soon the jedi breaks the silence again.

"Perhaps it would be better if we destroy that shuttle and not have anyone have the chance to use him." the jedi suggests.

The admiral pauses briefly to reflect on this possibility. He wouldn't mind to do so if they were alone or with their own personal fleet, but not so much within the presence of the other unknown ships. If he does so, he fears he'll loose to trust of the other ships after giving DIRECT orders to only PROTECT the shuttle until the Endeavor arrives to retrieve it. Never did he say, nor imply, anything about destroying it. But just thinking about it began to make his head feel thick, as he became slightly worried. Yet he still proceeds to continue on with the mission as planned.

Another ship got itself closer to the shuttle, leaning more into the very center of the battlefield, which happened to have little to no conflict within it. It seems to be getting within the shuttle's direct line of sight. Kardoff worry began to slowly increase as he wonders if the purple ship is preparing to pull the shuttle to them or attempting something else. The possibilities of what they may do didn't set well with him at all as sweat began to slowly drip down his forehead.

"Get me into direct contact with the ships closest to the shuttle." the Admiral stressed with concern, pointing to the two ships (Creed & Ahel), "Find their frequency. Tell them to only guard it until we are in range. We can't allow the shuttle to~"

Suddenly he sees plasma bolts firing upon the defenseless shuttle. One could believe that the invading ships were firing on it, until one realizes that the shots were coming opposite of their location. The admiral began to panic as he looks back at the holographic map, identifying another curiser to the left side of the battlefield firing upon the defenseless shuttle. Even worse, the ovular ship also began firing its own weapons upon it. And all as an emergency distress beacon blared on the holographic projection of the shuttle.

The admiral's worst fears are suddenly coming to life.

Quickly grabbing ahold of the ship's communicator, he desperately dispatched a warning to the firing ships by tapping into all nearby frequencies, not giving a damn if anyone else heard him.



"Sir!" an operator responds, "We've got direct contact with the shuttle."

The Admiral rushes to the panel and attempts to directly contact the imperial shuttle.

"This is Admiral Kardoff of the Venator Star Destroyer, Endeavor, to Shuttle-Craft, do you copy over? We're closing in on your position for pick up."

There was nothing but static. He tries again.

"Shuttle-Craft, this is a Republic Cruiser speaking, do you copy over? Respond!"

Still no response.

The Admiral glances over the bridge is distraught, still hearing static as he vaguely sees the shuttle tumbling aimlessly into space, with a small hole within its side. Were they too late to save it? And who exactly shot at their target? Who in the hell disobeyed the Admiral's direct orders? Everything was already going as planned until that one damn ship from the left fired upon it. Suddenly, the elevator doors behind him opened to reveal a now free jedi Vell slowly walking towards him.

"He's gone." the jedi says calmly, "He is no longer on that ship."

The admiral turns towards the jedi in light surprise, his face contorting into anger, as he tries to keep his cool on the situation. He glowers towards the jedi, who must've persuaded the escorting clones to get off him, and gives a disgusted noise as he swats the air and faces back at the window. He has seemingly failed.

"Damnit." he blurts out with a hiss, "I suppose he's dead now, yeah? I mean... I suppose it's what you wanted."

Another silence filled the command bridge as Vell briefly scoured the battlefield for detections in the force. Then his face turns sour at the sudden realization.

"No..." he responds, his tone deeper as he approaches next to the Admiral, "He's still alive... just no longer on the shuttle."

The admiral's eyes widened in confusion as he turns his head towards Vell.

"Alive?" he asks with disbelief, "Then where is he?"

Vell continues to tap into the force, focusing on the direction of where the dark side energy is coming from. He can feel it's presence, its rage rapidly bubbling. It's disturbed... confused... wrathful... these words and more are the words that the jedi can describe it. And it feels like this dark side bubble is about to pop at almost any second. Within a few moments more of searching, he finally pinpoints where the sith is located. Vell was reluctant to give out it's location to the admiral, but under the circumstances that had just unfoled there simply is no other choice. He sighs hesitantly before giving out the sith's whereabouts.

"There." the jedi responds, pointing to the white ovular ship in the distance.

The USS Creed.

The communications officer turns in his seat, "Sir, we are picking up lots of communications around the battle its getting... Complicated"

The captain glances over "Oh?"

"yes sir, it.. it looks like there are as many factions here as there are ships. I dont think there are any formal alliances or empires working together except for the big pyramids."

"well, shit. We are not going to declare for or against anyone at this point.. Except the pyramid guys, i don't like the sound of them. maybe we should force the situation to shake out"

Desai stares at the captain puzzled for a moment "What do you mean sir?"

"Well, This ship" says the captain gesturing to vaguely around himself "is the most valuable ship in this area. We can essentially rebuild, refit and rearm any ship out here indefinitely at least with Empire technologies or any blueprints they happen to share with us. We can mine out an asteroid belt and make whatever they need. If we wanted to force the situation we could send a wide spectrum burst transmission offering our services to whoever comes out on top."

"would that be wise sir?" asks Desai incredulous that he would try to stir the already violent situation so that only one or two ships survive the roiling battle.

"Ah, thats the thing, i have no idea. It might force a coalition fleet to form up and in the end we might have a whole cadre of Capital ships to support us... or it might become a blood bath and we might only get one half broken ship who would be entirely reliant on us. Either way whoever we join up with would actually be very reliant on our supplies and manufacturing ability.. basically we would probably not be in command of anything but our ship but our voice would be hard to ignore if we made a decision."

"That sounds dangerous captain" says Desai "A capital ship might attack us to simply deny another from having access to us."

The captain nods gravely, "That is a risk we take.. Prepare a wide band-"

"Sir, what about the agreement we made with the Caldari?"

"Details" said the captain waving his had dismissively "They know how things are out in Null-sec its a survival play and they might not come out on top, however i would prefer there to be a large coalition fleet. Comms, wide band transmission."


With the message sent, confident the local captains would understand the meaning of his transmission and infer how important his service would be he sent another message re-tasking the small fleet of escort ships.

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Captain Geroh broadcasts to his small gang of ships "I am returning to the Rorqual, you are to join with wing two, Wing commanders take your flights out and continue harassing these Anubis pyramid guys."

Breaking out into smaller and more mobile gang of ships they quickly isolate and bully the Gliders racking up several more kills in short succession. "Deadman, Abyss, do a flyby of the Battleship, see if your guns do any damage." says the Enyo Squad commander

The two Incurses zoom off with their afterburners hot reaching hundreds of Km/s as they pepper the nearest Battleship with their railgun darts. The shields flair with the energy to halt the hyper-velocity bullets slamming into them but show no sign of weakening or strain.
"Venom, Shields flair with impact, no damage done. High Kinetic resistances."

-=Target lock detected=-
"Oh crap" says Deadman as he pulls his ship tight to the battleship's shield trying to fly faster than the turrets can track him but recieves several strikes that burn through his shields in an instant. Abyss preforms the same maneuver dodging several blasts before pulling away from the Battleship's range. Deadman takes another smashing hit that leaves globs of molten armor plating in his wake. the last turret catches him blasting the structure of his ship to pieces and cutting through the pod that should have protected him leaving a scorched corpse floating though space.

a nanosecond later Deadman Gasps in the clone bay of the Rorqual. "DAMN IT" he shouts as he pulls himself from the viscous slime of his clone's tank not any different than he was moments before his death. Even with the lingering memories of having an energy weapon burning through the pod protecting him from the vacuum of space he dons a flight suit and boards another Incurses frigate to wade into battle once again. As his ship is launched from the Rorqual he jokingly transmits "Deadman back in action.. Immortality really is a blessing"

A gold colored jump point formed near the shuttle and Whitestar 21 leapt to full acceleration. As the cruiser closed on the vortex and the shuttle it was fired upon by a ship that had previously been defending it.

Marcus snarled silently. It was one thing to disable a ship to keep it from fleeing; It was another to defend a vessel then fire upon it when it looks like your about to lose it. The latter showed the same kind of greed as this Anubis.

Marcus was as curious as any as to what the vessel held that was so desired, that was why he invited it into the jump point. If there really was a threat he could have simply left it there to become lost forever. Now he had to risk his ship and crew in evacuating the damaged ship.

Marcus’ attention was focused on the task at hand. He heard and skimmed the reports of the change in conflict while his ship dove through the jump point. The captain motioned and the vortex closed behind them, thought not before a few hostile could join them in the red perpetually swirling dimension.

Marcus’ brown eyes studied the information on the ship's behind him. “Pepare to launch Wyvern.” He ordered before opening his direct line to Wyvern Lead.

“Your mission has changed.” The Shok’na started at the wing commanders acknowledgement. “Search and Rescue. There's a damaged shuttle out there, there are also a pair of fighters and... “ Marcus wasn't sure what to classify the third as even as it fired upon his ship. “And that thing. If the fighters engage do what you have to. We'll keep the attention of the other.”

“Understood.” Was the only reply the lead fighter gave before the line was cleared.

At the captain's command the WhiteStar spun 180 degrees while maintaining its directional momentum, 4 fighters popped out the back of the cruiser. Wyvern 2 through 4 made a beeline for the impaired imperial shuttle.

“Lock into his weapons and engines.” Marcus ordered. “Send the following.”





Da’toth watched her captain as he issued the ultimatum. Part of her wanted to shiver at the threatened fate, lost forever among the swirling red and blacks would be as bad as being cut adrift in normal space. Except in normal space there was a chance you could be found.

That thought of course lead her to wonder how they would travel through hyperspace without the beacons. Thankfully her name snatched the barn’s attention. “Yes?”

“Grab a Ranger and a few trainees and don vac suits.” The human ordered. “I want you on that ship when Wyvern brings it in.”

The Shok’Nala nodded and turned heading into the ship. The captain’s voice followed her. “And remember a limb in Leeds as much as a torso and leaves something to be questioned.”



Wyvern lead drifted to a standoff position; Where he could intercept the enemy fighters should they move to attack. Wyvern 3 took position near the cockpit of the shuttle, weapons tracking the injured ship in case it made a hostile move. 2 & 4 circled the vessel once looking for the best place to grapple onto. Locating the hatch they each fired a grapple and started towing it back to the cruiser.



The death gliders swung around the cruiser intending to intercept the starfuries. As they closed one of the smaller fighters buzzed them its weapons fire blasting across the gliders. Peeling away from their initial targets they began to pursue the ship that engaged them.

Wyvern one weaved around the Jaffa’s weapons fire. Their attacks were unfortunately predictable, as their fixed wing style lacked the maneuverability of his Starfury. With a few simple commands Wyvern lead spun the fighter a full 180 degrees. His ship not only maintained his momentum, but accelerated in reverse. The human smiled at the enemy pilots behind his vac suit helmet. His left hand raised to wave goodbye as his right pulled the trigger. 4 discharge pulse cannons went full auto on the spot in the center of Wyvern Lead’s crosshair, which just happened to rest on the cockpit of the glider.

The starfury shot away at 90 degrees without spinning. The pilot had switched from reverse to forward. He blasted past the second glider daring it to follow. The glider entered a skew turn, and accepted the dare.

On the Al'kesh the jaffa hesitated briefly before firing again on the whitestar. The minbari manning the weapons station opened fire even as the captain gave the order. The whitestars twin neutron cannons opened fire. They cut through the failing shields and blasted the turret; The ranger owned ship strafed the Gould designed ship and crippled their engines. At a command from the captain, the whitestar crept forward and gave the crippled ship a push. Setting it adrift amidst the maddening swirl of red and black.

The glider pursuing Wyvern one began to turn, intent on catching their ally before they are lost forever. Wyvern lead spun the starfury and went to full auto; The glider disintegrated beneath the assault. The pilot then spun to face the rest of his deployed wing. Even though the threat was gone they maintained their wariness.

The shuttle was towed to the airlock. As the hatch sealed it was opened from inside the whitestar. Four vacsuited figures stepped into the cockpit while the fifth stood just inside the hatch hand on a sword hilt. At the motions of one of the figures another joined him they grabbed the fading Captain Bonma and dragged him into their vessel. The other three went deeper into the shuttle searching the other bodies, and through the luggage. Seeking what would be worth murder.

Three concentrated phaser beams lit up the underside shield of the Ha'tak vessel engaging the USS Creed segments. It took a few seconds but eventually the shields flickered and finally a portion of the shield collapsed under the combined and focused strain. The hull of the Ha'tak vessel began giving off a mild orange glow as the phasers we're heating up the hull while at the same time the point of impact bulged inwards slightly.

The assault was quickly followed by a photon torpedo yet just as it should have cleanly passed through and hit the hull of the pyramid ship its shield regained a portion of the integrity at the point of attack. The beams were suddenly being blocked again by the shield the same instant the photon torpedo also collided with the shield, engulfing a portion of the vessel in a sizable explosion.
As the explosion faded smaller detonations permeated on the under side portion of the Ha'tak, indicating that a large portion of the photon tropedo's blast had bled through the weakend shield.

Fighter squadrons sent by the Endeavor were amidst a fierce light show of orange and green blasts. During the initial approach the death gliders had managed to take down a number of V-Wings before the two squadrons merged and chaos erupted. Despite the superior firepower and defenses the Endeavors fighters had, in the frantic engagement some of the ARC-170s were also destroyed, yet before more losses mounted Starlight Lance fighter entered the fray and further cut down a large portion of the Goa'uld death gliders.

While the death gliders tasked with dealing with the Endeavor fighters were drawing near to being completely wiped, the Endeavor itself had returned fire at the Ha'tak. Turbolaser fire had been pelting the enemy ship for a while now and the shields began to flicker occasionally allowing some turbolaser blasts through it, however that shots that did make it through did not overly damage the hull.

The Starlight Lance's bow was now facing the two Ha'taks firing at it, the bow armor being even more proficient at dissipating the blasts.
The Adenn now entering combat too fired a turbolaser salvo at one of the pyramid ships just as Wave Two also fired a substantial barrage of plasma bolt and beam fire.
The combined attack quickly overwhelmed the Goa'uld shielding. Half the weapons fire struck the hull of the ship after the shield had collapsed completely. While individually each blast did insignificant damage, the high number of hits caused crippling damage. The orange plasma bolts fired by the Ha'tak were reduced to half in numbers as a large portion of the staff cannons either went offline or were outright destroyed. More secondary explosions due to overloading systems engulfed the ship its own debris and the motion of the ship also slowed signaling that it's sub-light engines were now offline as well.

The death glider wave which had the now missing shuttle as its objective were also still being decimated by The Forge's and Liberator's detachments while the Myth also began engaging them.
A portion of the still surviving death glider force focused fire on the Myth, and while most of the shots had been successfully dodged, enough of them made contact to severely weaken the Myth's shield.
Likewise the Forge's assault cruiser being a similarly bigger target had also attracted a large portion of the gilder's fire, enough to fully collapse its shields before it returned to the Forge. Damage however was still limited to the armor, while leaving the hull intact.

The ship was rocked by the attack of the Al'kesh. Captain Frye was thrown from her chair. The holographic tactical officer returned fire destroying both of them. The captain gets up grabbing her head. "Forget that shuttle. Return the shields to normal now. Do whatever it takes to maintain shields and weapons. If that means redirecting power from life support where the prisoners are do it." The computer then informs the captain about the prisoners. "Computer activate Containment Protocol 9-7. Force fields maximum levels."

Every security guard on that deck disappeared. The holographic emitters were used to create solid walls where hallways and doorways were, the only hallways and doorways that Palpatine would see would lead him directly to the brig. All possible means of getting off that deck were sealed with level ten force fields.



After receiving word back that they were ready Frye had the bastard transported off her ship and rescinded Containment Protocol 9-7.

Prometheus Beta & Gamma intercepted the message from the Tok'ra agent. The acting captain of the Beta Hassan sent a message back.



Commander Hassan then called Lieutenant Commander Dorian acting captain of Prometheus Gamma. "That Tok'ra agent should be disabling shields. As soon as they are down we are going to destroy that Pyramid ship. No clue which one the Tork'ra is aboard. My holographic transporter chief will teleport the Tok'ra aboard Beta."

One of the pyramid ships suddenly lost shields. The Tok'ra agent set off a beacon and was quickly teleported aboard. Due to being unable to tell the difference between the Tok'ra agent and others on board the Tok'ra agent was greeted by security.

Captain Frye ordered all three parts of Prometheus to rendezvous at a location far away from the battle. When all three arrived they rejoined.

Frye and her staff joined the Tok'ra agent in the transporter room. After a discussion about the difference between Goa'uld & Tok'ra, Frye was not completely convinced but was willing to give it a shot. "My first question. Humans obviously exist since as you say were one until a snake was put in your head. Do humans still live on Earth?" The Tok'ra agent confirmed so. Frye tapped her combadge contacting the bridge. "Set course for Earth maximum warp." She prayed to God that Earth in this universe was in the same place.

The battlefield was in complete Chaos. Not really a surprise to Anttoss with so many ships making a hasty alliance in defense of a defenseless shuttle. Now with the Shuttle destroyed and the even some ships attempting to switch sides depending on the battle. Although the Forge's ships didn't seem to be handling themselves well against the mass Fighters. "Switch to EM missiles to try and drop those shield. Overheat the modules for Five cycles, lets see if they drop for even a moment!". Another wave of the Capital Missiles was sent forth, then another right behind it, and another behind them. While Overheated Missile Silos began to receive heat damage, they also began to load and fire at a much more rapid rate. Five whole volleys had left the ship before they were released from their additional stress."Captain, we only have another Two Hundred missiles before we run dry" the Liberator's Tactical Officer relayed back before attending his other duties. "The Fighters have began retreating due to the large amount of supposed ally Fighters. The Enemy Fighters are thinning out and the Dragonflies are docking up to resupply. I'll keep them on standby in case more Enemy Fighters show face.". Anttoss nodded and began to observe his allies a little more carefully. From their actions, it seems like their may be more than just two sides for this fight.

"Captain, our ship is taking no noticeable damage. Our Shield booster is holding their fire just fine, but the capacitor won't last forever." The Engineering officer called from the Engineering bay of the Ship. He took the liberty of heading to that part of the ship to personally oversee command of the shields. "Roger that. Navigator start bringing some distance from the Enemy ships, I have a feeling they can't hit us as far as we can hit them. Let our Rapid missiles pepper any other Fighters that head towards our ship or returning Fighters. Someone get me a comm's link to the cruiser to left of us. I got an idea.".

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Kuriotes

Admiral Kardoff would find himself receiving a terse response, a telepathic message close to getting hit in the head with a brick as the crew of the uriotes made their displeasure known to him. Of course it could have been worse, since his experience with Jedi undoubtedly made it a bit more familiar of an experience than it would have been otherwise.

We serve the will of the Unity. Do not presume that we serve you, Admiral.

Having delivered that message, Valeran turned to the situation at hand. The shuttle had been eliminated but the individual aboard it had somehow shifted to one of the other ships. It was one of the ones they had detected before Anubis arrived, but she was not sure whether that meant it had been a deliberate act or not.

"Should I bring up a firing solution on that ship?" Denesther asked, not looking away from projections of the battlefield. She didn't need to look, not with their telepathic bond like it was.

After a moment Valeran shook her head. "No. If they brought him there deliberately then we must assume they know what they are getting in to.Anubis is still firing on them, so we can assume they are not working together either."

The text message from the enemy ships was received and promptly ignored, if only because they had no way to bring this agent aboard even if they wanted to. Unfortunately the Destra didn't have a fighter component, unlike some of the other ships that the Advent used. Instead they returned to focus on the current ongoing battle.

Turning about, the Kuriotes accelerated towards the rest of the ongoing fight, ignoring the fighters to instead focus on one of the carrier ships. Heavy Plasma weapons fired at the pyramid shaped vessel closest to their location, the Crusader slowly strafing for the moment as it focused on a target it could handle. That big one was a bit above their weight class so that would be left to someone with heavier firepower.

At the same time Valeran extended her hand, tapping into the Unity and activating different projection mechanisms. The crew of the vessel they were firing on would feel it, the anger radiating off of the Crusader as it fired, the determination to fight until their destruction. It would give them pause and hinder their combat abilities, assuming that they were not radically different from the TEC or the Vasari One problem had been reduced, for the moment it was time to deal with this 'Anubis'.

Adenn

As the mandalorian ship closed in on the Ha'tak all of turbolaser, ion cannons, and mass drivers missile driver focused fired on the pyramid ship. Torrents of green laser fire intermix with the blue bolts of the ion cannon pummel the Ha'tak. Vasthi's vipers locked there s-foils into position dived upon the death glide firing there laser cannons into the Goa'uld death gliders. along side the v-wings launch from the Endeavor. Meanwhile the skiprays powered through death gliders towards the Ha'tak. As soon as they were in range the unleashed there payloads of proton torpedoes at the vessel. They peeled of back towards the Adenn.

On the bridge Orser watch the battle unfolded in front of the view port. A strange assortment of ships battle against an another assortment of ships. The veteran warrior turned his back to the ongoing battle towards the bridge crew. "How close are we to that shuttle?" the old mandalorain asked to the bridge officer.

"Still a way out sir. It will take a couple of minutes before we are in range." the scanner operator explain checking their equipment. Orser nodded turning back to the view port only to see the shuttle get shot at then explode. "Well there goes that payday. Start focusing fire at ship then." he order. The Adenn shifted towards the Ha'tak allowing its turbolaser batteries to target the pyramid ship. As the death gliders peeled off to attack the vipers followed them trying to shoot them down.

The USS Creed drops out of warp on the dark side of the moon, a precautionary measure. The holographic helmsman reports no sign of Starfleet or the Federation. “Leave us in orbit on the dark side. Until further notice.” Captain Frye retired to her office just off the bridge. She had no clue what to do now. She contacted Layla Hassan. “You have the bridge. Have the Tok’ra guest escorted to my office I need some guidance about this Earth that is not ours. Also was holographic counselor ever installed? I have a feeling the reporters might need it.” She then contacted Sickbay. “How are our armored guests from the shuttle?” The doctor reported that Haytham Kenway was up and working with engineering to build a system designed for their armors to remove and equip it as necessary. “As soon as all of them are out of their armor I need to catch them up and find out who they are.”

Stargate Command, Earth

"Unscheduled off-world activation." The announcement could be heard throughout the base.
General Hammond, current commanding officer of stargate command was already in the stargate operations room, watching the gate room. The stargate was already active with the iris, the security measure preventing anything unauthorized from even reintegrating at the event horizon of the gate, closed.
"Receiving Tok'ra IDC." Sergeant Walters informed the general just as Jack O'Neil was coming down from the conference room.
"Open the iris." The general ordered and left the room heading for the gate room. Jack also followed.

A Tok'ra who they had yet to meet step through the gate.
"Welcome to Earth. I'm General Hammond."
"The high council of the Tok'ra sends its greetings." The Tok'ra agent also greeted them with a nod.
"How's Jacob. Why couldn't he come?" Jack budged in sounding a little disappointed at having to deal with the Tok'ra regulars.
"He is currently on an assignment." The Tok'ra provided vaguely. "We bring news of possible allies who might be of assistance in combating the Goa'uld."
General Hammond nodded. "If you would follow me, we can continue in the conference room."

---

A bright explosion lit the battlefield, marking the violent destruction of a pyramid ship. The combined assault of the Starlight Lance fighter craft and the second weapons barrage of the Adenn eventually overwhelmed their target, leading to a power core overload.

The second Ha'tak still bombarding the Starlight Lance was hit by another wave of torpedoes from the Liberator. This time blue flashes of light burst against the shields of the Ha'tak. At first they seemed to have no effect, yet as more and more ordnance bombarded the vessel, the shields flickered and then collapsed allowing a wave of torpedoes through.

All the while the bombardment from Anubis' flagship was starting to severely deplete the Liberator's capacitor to the point where the booster would be capable of running for two more cycles only. The distance the Liberator put between itself and the flagship was enough so that half the staff cannons shots missed, though that still left plenty of ones which did in fact hit the Liberator.

Abruptly the shields of the flagship collapsed.

"My lord, our shields have failed." The second prime informed his god.
"How!?" Came an enraged response.
"The shields seem to have been sabotaged just before someone was transported off our ship." The Jaffa explained.
"Bring them back online immediately." Anubis ordered.

"More ships are exiting hyperspace! They belong to Ba'al!" Another status report came as the second prime was frantically trying to raise the flagships shields once more.
"Destroyed them!" Anubis shouted angrily at his second prime.

A hyperspace window opened at some distance above Anubis' flagship and six more pyramid ships emerged in quick succession. They were barely out of hyperspace when they immediately opened fire on Anubis' flagship below them. A few shots struck the hull of the ship before a yellow wave engulfed the ship, the shields now blocking the shots once more. The heavy bombardment focused on the Liberator now shifted towards one of the newly arrived Ha'taks and quickly dropped its shields.

The Ha'tak which had engaged the USS Creed was now pursuing it to the edge of the combat zone. Due to previous damage received from the photon torpedo explosion, it wasn't able to keep with any of the Creed segments until they held position to re-combine. Just as the Ha'tak closed the distance between them and fired the staff cannons at the Creed, the latter suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the void, with only a distant flash of light left in its wake.

The Ha'tak currently engaged with the Endeavor finally lost it shields entirely. The Endeavor's onslaught was now slowly tearing the ship apart. Despite taking heavy damage the pyramid ship was not relenting, when out of a sudden the ship stopped firing and began to slow down.
On the Pel'tak both the Jaffa piloting the ship and the one in charge of weapons felt an overwhelming presence within their minds. They could even feel their Goa'uld symbiote squirming in their abdominal pouch, reacting to the foreign presence.
The Kuriotes was now also engaging the Ha'tak. Defenseless and now stationary, the hull began failing under the combined fire of the Endeavor and Kuriotes. Moments later another bright flash accompanied the destruction of another pyramid ship.

By now all three death glider squadrons had also been reduced to a handful of stragglers by the combined efforts of the ragtag fleet.

Meanwhile, the captain of the imperial shuttle captain was brought on-board the Ahel.
"The emperor, where is the emperor?" A half conscious captain Bonma asked the figures carrying him out of the shuttle.
The shuttle itself held few indications as to why the shuttle was the focus of the current battle.

---

Aboard the Creed the Tok'ra agent now stood in Captain Frye's office. Arms behind his back, he spoke in a deep voice signifying the symbiote was now talking. "I have already sent a message to the Tok'ra council. They will put you in contact with the Tau'ri. For now I would suggest remaining here."

It wasn't long before a ship appeared on the Creed's sensors making its way around the moon.


The Tok'ra on board the Creed then offered an identification code he also sent to the Tok'ra which by now had to be known by the Tau'ri as well.

Captain Frye was not entirely happy with this Tok’ra right now. She also found the voice a little unnerving. “My people have a very serious directive about interfering with people who have not invented Warp technology yet and you just forced us to violate it.” She really wished she followed her other passion instead of joining Star Fleet, after today she be lucky if she was only demoted to Ensign with zero chance of ever being promoted again.



She transmitted the code. Since the Tok’ra agent hadn’t revealed a name Frye uses Tok’ra as the name instead.



Frye had no intention of risking her crew she called for the armored individuals they rescued all or some of them would act as her personal guard, if they knew what was good for them. The people of this Earth maybe human but she didn’t trust them, for all she knew this was a trap by the Goa’uld/Tok’ra and she had no way of knowing if anyone was entirely human anymore. Plus she didn’t know whether or not to believe the claim that there was a difference.

Kuriotes

The silence from the Admiral, at least for the moment, indicated that the message had been received well enough. Perhaps they would have to deal with him later but as far as Valeran was concerned they needed to focus on the battle at hand. Dissent in command structure and him trying to order her ship around could wait for a time when they weren't fighting for their lives.

Denesther wore a vicious look as the shields of the pyramid vessel failed and it began to take damage. Their plasma cannons made short work of it, and explosions soon blossomed into the cold void of space. "One down," she announced, though the others already knew that.

Spinning the holographic globe in her hands, Retris shook her head. "We have new contacts. They're...firing on Anubis' vessels." She shot a confused look too Valeran, who quickly connected the dots as to what was transpiring. The vessels might look basically the same, but it was clear that there were other factions at play here, who did not agree with the agenda of this Anubis. Similar to those Trader worlds who had chosen not to side with the Order when it reformed into the Emergency Coalition.

Not allowing that confusion to sink further into the Unity, she took on a determined expression as she issued her directives. "Focus on our initial foe, but be wary of sudden assault. They may desire the same thing Anubis wanted, and we cannot allow that." Engines fired with increased energy as it accelerated forward and began to rain more heavy plasma fire down on the Ha'tak that had gotten itself isolated from the rest of it's fleet by chasing the now departed vessel. A mistake the Advent were fully willing to take advantage of

---

As the battle against the pyramid ships continues to intensify, Admiral Kardoff glares at the USS Creed as he proceeds to get in contact with it. Concentration towards the white shuttle had nearly ceased to exist, even as it disappears into the warp behind another ship. But it didn't matter about the fate of that ship, it all mattered on their target onboard that cruiser. As soon as they locked onto it's frequency, he cleared his throat and kept his composure.



There was a slight delay in between messages when the Admiral's head began to throb violently. He groans in utter discomfort as he clutches his head, with several clone personnel nearby trying to keep him in check. Then he heard a voice, but not the voice of the jedi commander or the sith onboard, rather someone else. A feminine voice. It said that 'they' served something called 'the Unity' and told the admiral to cease ordering her crew around. When the voice ceased, the Admiral coughed twice before returning to the present. General Vell looked on with worry.

"What happened?"

The Admiral rubbed his neck, while lifting his neck collar to have air run through his already sticky body.

"R-Received a telepathic message..." he replied softly, "Thought it was you at first, or that sith lord, but... I have a hunch it came from one of the unknown ships... more precisely one of those who tried to fire upon the shuttle."

The jedi reflected on this note for a hot second before the comms picked up a response from the USS Creed, granting them access to pick him up from their ship, while also warning for lots of security. Admiral Kardoff sighed in what was supposed to be in relief, but turned out to be one of worry. His heart was already pumping profusely, knowing that they have only on the jedi to rely on taking him alive. With that, he nods towards Vell, who was still looking out to the battle still taking place.

"Right then." the Admiral said, "Shall I prepare you a shuttle escort to board that ship?"

The jedi was silent. He's still sensing the radiant anger pulsating from their hostage. Now they have to board their ship and make sure to secure him in place... but the raw power of the dark side was so thick, that Vell began to wonder if this was a really good idea. As he considers responding however, he suddenly feels the dark presence disappear for a moment. His face became crunched with confusion as he still looks dazingly above the Admiral. Then suddenly the dark side presence returns, however it felt much MUCH stronger then before. He uses the force to quickly identify where the sith is. And once he did, his heart sinks as he made a terrifying conclusion.

"H... He's onboard." he said in a mere whisper.

In an instant, Vell rushes towards the elevators, gripping the cylindrical handle of his weapon as he pushes aside Admiral Kardoff flabbergasting at his behavior.

"I-I beg your pardon?" he asked fretfully.

The jedi turns to him as he gave a face of absolute panic.

"THE SITH LORD IS ONBOARD THIS SHIP!" he roars violently, "ALERT EVERYONE INSIDE THIS DAMN SHIP AND CONTAIN HIM AS MUCH AS YOU CAN!"

The elevators closed shut, leaving the Admiral alone on the command bridge. Frantically he immediately heads to the comms and initiates "Code Red" on the entire ship. With the alert sounded, all Clone Troopers aboard began preparing their weapons and armor as they patrolled the halls of the Endeavor with upmost haste. It's now a dangerous scavenger hunt for a dangerous sith lord, where the first person to find him will most certainly die... amongst tens, or even hundreds more, afterwards.

---

The Endeavor continues to fire amongst the pyramid ships, now proceeding to use photon torpedos and on-board ion cannons in an attempt to disable the ships. The fighters meanwhile continue to eliminate the other death gliders, but not without suffering more casualties themselves.

The massive mothership continued to orchestrate the battle from a safe distance, staying clear of the Endeavor's arcs of fire. To the Core, every hostile or group of enemies were just problems to be solved, and her strikecraft squadrons were the tools on the table to eliminate those problems. In the middle of all the action, Tesline dispatches hyperspace probes out in all directions, each device heading out further and further until they find a planet, or something of interest. She wished to leave the battle as soon as it was over... But then her Kadeshi instincts immediately change her mind. Look at all the salvage in the area!

Each Swarmer squadron docks and launches one after the other like clockwork, a fixed pattern keeping as many in action as possible while maintaining a large reserve. The huge bulb of the mushroom-like bow covered their movements, protecting them from fire whilst they rocket away to cause chaos. From here on out in an effort to eliminate the last of the Pyramid ships, waves of Assault Swarmers covered by just as many "Dogfight" Swarmers fly out in voluminous yet scattered spheres of microvessels, systematically pounding the hostile ships until they run out of fuel or their targets' hulls are reduced to slag.

Marcus waited on the bridge of his ship. His thoughts drifted through the dilemma he faced. Earth was never known for being very accepting and now would likely be no different. The Centauri however were always fairly easy to handle, so long as you had booze or made them think they were going to get more from you by working with you then by eliminating you. Unfortunately none of his crew were centauri, the humans among them however could fairly easily pass all but a medical scan.

First word came to him that the fighters were aboard. Then his first officer strolled onto the bridge. Turning to her he raised an eyebrow in question. “The survivor has been locked into quarters near the infirmary.” She stated. “And everything that could be saved was moved to the cargo bay.”

Marcus nodded. “Good; No ones to be seen by our guest without a vacsuit on. I’ll handle the questioning.” The captain stood. “Start sorting through what was salvaged, try to eliminate the mundane. But don't dispose of anything.”

The human turned his eyes toward the swirling red on the nearest display. “I want Wyvern 3 ready to launch before we return to normal space.” Marcus sighed softly, he didn't even realize he made the decision he did. “Set course for the last recorded coordinates of Centauri Prime.” The captain began to pace as his instructions were followed.