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Samuel quietly acknowledged Azure's offer of training as he stood there, glazed eyes and a slightly slouched posture. The mention of Ilum incited some interest from him, his gaze darting to Azure. He still seemed too disinterested, too deep in thought to keep pace with the conversation, some gears turning in his mind. And they were. His mind was still rife with thoughts, primarily questions of how or why this happened, how many had died, or why it was the clones, the loyal soldiers that had been under Jedi command since the beginning of the War, that had carried out the massacre.

He had always thought the Jedi to be some guiding force, some element of ethereal action of true good. He realized, he had bore many misconceptions. He thought the Order invincible, but they were not. He thought the clones true and loyal, but they were not. And suddenly, he was pulled from his own mind, his own gaze meeting Kresst's. He strained to come back to conscious thought, but took in the words, and nodded his head in acknowledgement to the Mrlssi, waiting for others to clear out and perhaps speak to him, but once practically everyone had cleared out, he made for the door, banking a left towards his quarters first.
Interested.
As the door opened, Austen prepared himself for the next round of questioning, muttering to himself lowly. The sharp crack of las bolts and the whine of the lasguns which fired them stopped his heart. He wanted to speak, to inquire whether his fellow prisoners had perished, to lash out and face the same fate if only he could find the strength. But not a word left his lips, a deafening silence in his ears as the low rumble of warfare replaced the empty sound. They were being rescued! By the Emperor, the Guard, or even potentially Astartes, had come for them! He idly wriggled his restraints, a newfound vigor giving him hope.

And then the voice spoke. The absence of the rasping from a vox grill ruled out Astartes instantly, and he began to take in the words that were being spoken. He was cut free and sprung out of the stress position, attempting to stand fully but lowering back to his knee, allowing his legs to adjust to being free again. He met the gaze of the Major quickly, but could not for much longer. He felt humbled, his gear and even his jumpsuit stripped from him.

And soon, the corpse appeared before him, and Austen gritted his teeth, grinding them as the lasbolt-ridden stormtrooper was revealed as Inquisitorial. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as one of the lasguns clattered before him. He gave a few seconds of thought, and scrambled on hands and knees, grasping the lasgun with his cold, numb fingers and making another attempt to stand, his knees nearly giving. But he remained upright, and attempting to meet the gaze of the Major again, he muttered.

"The Emperor protects."
I'm still in.


Still WIP, but it's mostly done.
<Snipped quote by Theodorable>

It’s him.


It's the him who quoted him.

"Trust in the Force." The words mulled in his head. Was it minutes? Hours? It could've been days for all he cared. He sat there on the small mattress, in his drab room which he had moved into only days prior. The room was cramped, a quarters he picked. It was out of the way, had the amenities he needed, and most importantly, it was his. He was allowed to do what he wished with the place, some responsibility which escaped him when constantly on the move, sleeping in huts, barracks- even waterlogged trenches and fighting holes. These comforts were hardly afforded in times of war. It was out of some respect, some condolence for the troops, those clones.

It hurt to think about them. The soldiers who had so vehemently and eagerly fought under the command of the Jedi they had gunned down mercilessly, without so much as a second thought. The thoughts plagued him. Did his master die quickly? Or was he left on the temple grounds to have his life fade slowly. "There is no death, there is the Force." He thought back to his training, the code he was to memorize and understand in full. How could it be true? He'd seen death. They did not become one with the Force. Everyone from clones to even some Jedi died and became little more than corpses burned to ash.

He opened his eyes, and the saber hilt which hovered before him clattered to the ground. The recording cut out, replaced by the sound of a voice. It didn't register right away, the intercom giving no illusion to its state, rasping the sound. He caught "would everyone please come to the main room." Master Azure, commander and director of the vessel. Samuel had his own deep respect for him, the old, wise Jedi who'd perhaps had one of the most difficult ascendancies through the ranks of the Order. He uncrossed his legs and rose, approaching his wardrobe with slow, deliberate movements, prying open the metal doors.

He reached into the dark interior of the wardrobe, the area which hid itself from the dull, dim lamp on the other side of the room, and felt the fabric of the contents, and pulled his cloak from the hook, draping the white and grey cloth around his brown tunic and trousers. He felt some sort of strength, some sort of anonymity under the layers, the pure white. It was these robes that made him disagree with the adage of purple being the noblest shroud. A shroud for the ignorant and pompous, perhaps. But truly, the shroud of the noble was white. Pure. Innocent.

He was caught up in thought again, and forced himself back to reality, closing the doors of the wardrobe with a loud racket. He turned for the door, giving the console a light tap to coax the metal door to spring open. And he shuffled through, banking left down the long, cramped hallway, and continued the straight shot to the fore of the vessel, before banking a right into the common area, where he was called to meet.

He entered the room with an interaction of the door, and greeted those within. "Master Azure, Knight Salavr." He bowed his head in greeting, shuffling off to the side to wait for the remainder of the crew.
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Orbit of Kintan
1400 hrs, Unknown Date, 4 ABY


Leonard had finished his date with Ken, received the information on Kintan's defenses, and now, his Venator (The Gamechanger) filled with the latest military technology, jumped to Lightspeed to the Kintan System itself. While the discovery of the Nikto species' lingering loyalty to the Hutt Cartel was...surprising, the fact remained, his retrofitted Venator wasn't his only asset; he had buzz droids, Droideka Mk. IIs, and mercenaries that can serve as boarding parties. He'll prove himself the next Thrawn soon enough.

Ken Neumann looked around the windows of the bridge, blinking at what he saw, or rather, didn't see. "The computers say we're in the Kintan System, but where's Planet Kintan? All I see are asteroids."

Raj VIzla looked at Ken darkly. "That's because we're in the Kintan System's asteroid belt, a few million - or was it billion? - miles away from the planet. Leonard's strategy is to pull in some of those juicy asteroids and use them to manufacture droid starfighters, some of which shall be stored in this ship, others which shall be seeded all throughout this region in order to arrive as reinforcements at pre-arranged times during the battle, or harass other installations in the star system itself."

Rule Findos, the Nemodian logistics officer, then interjected. "Here's hoping that the Hutt Cartel fleet does not notice our preliminary operations here, then. Either way, we should scramble some of the starfighters we do have as an escort; the ship's forges won't work if the weapons are running at the same time, and vice versa."

Lumbering nearby Kintan itself was the, albeit small, but powerful defense forces entrusted to the command of a Togruta with green skin, named Kalo Zysh. This associate of the Hutt Cartel entrusted to the governorship and defense of Kintan had shilled to the Nikto, and had constructed a formidable group of not simply criminals, but partisans, citizens truly attempting to do good for their planet, being led by a slaver and trafficker. The Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser, the flagship of the small flotilla above the planet, was easily picked up on sensors, flanked on both sides by Lancer-class frigates, and a Ton Falk-class Escort Carrier lingered nearby the main force. They were not alert, nor alerted, by the presence of the new arrivals.

Which was a good thing, as Leonard's Venator, whose factory ship upgrades were functioning at max efficiency, was now seeding Kintan's asteroid belt with Droid Tri-fighter and Hyena-class bomber squadrons. It also kept a full wing of the newly-manufactured starfighters for itself.

Leonard would then give new orders: "Have the droid starfighters behin zooming towards Kintan at Sublight, while The Gamechanger will deactivate its forges and jump to lightspeed some distance from the Dreadnought, then, without waiting for a hail, deploy its own wings of fighters and bombers en-masse to screen our advance. Now that our forges have been deactivated, our armament will be able to function at full capacity, and focus fire on the Lancer frigates each; turbolasers first, then torpedoes - both proton and buzz droid - and after that, ion cannons as I want as many vessels intact as possible. After that, we can begin boarding operations on the larger vessels. Any questions?"

There were none. And so, some minutes later, the Venator-class Star Destroyer would appear right before the Hutt Cartel armada, deploying a thick cloak of droid starfighters that would fire as they deployed, making their hostile intent clear.

The Hutt flotilla didn't bear a hail even as the Venator drew closer, the starfighters blotting out the sun as they sped towards the unsuspecting fleet. Despite being off-guard and otherwise unprepared, the ships scrambled into formation. It was made obvious that these were not pirates, nor citizens pressed into service. Spared no expense, the vessels were manned primarily by trained men, Imperial defectors and former spacers at the helm and guns of each vessel, though yet still corners were cut, so arguably "non-essential" crew were hordes of Nikto pressed to service. Loaders and gunners swarmed their stations and a formation took shape, the Dreadnaught bearing its five fore turbolaser batteries at the forward of the formation, the Lancers making an arrow formation, the maneuverable frigates manned entirely by quad-lasers dedicated to making a starfighter pilot's life hell. A wall of lasers and flak clouded the advance of the droid starfighters, as the Ton Falk stayed at the rear, not yet ready to deploy its wing of fighters.

Leonard surprisingly kept his cool. "The Lancers are focusing on our starfighter screen; keep our armament on them as I ordered before. As for the dreadnought...focus as much spare energy as you could on the forward shields; get their attention. At the same time, deploy our Seperatist Troop Transport and two L/AAT shuttles at full speed towards that capital ship; use only droids as they can survive much more G-Force than an organic."

A smile. "Once our Droideka Mk. IIs enter that vessel, it's as good as ours."

The Dreadnaught unleashed its turbolaser batteries full force in volley, being the only vessel with real anti-ship capabilities. The Lancers, under constant assault from both starfighters, bombers, and the Venator itself, crumbled, the two frigates attempting to adjust before disjoining the formation slightly. The flak wall opened slightly, but resumed, all fire forward in a last-ditch attempt to cease the starfighter onslaught at the very least. Finally, the wing of fighters poured from the Ton Falk, numbering six ARC-170s, seven V-Wings, seven X-Wings, and four TIEs, all marked distinctively with red symbols, the crossed tridents of the Hutt Cartel. The fighters swarmed over the flak wall, and scattered immediately, attempting to catch the droid fighters as they either began to fly into the flak wall or began to peel away from the flak wall.

"The Lancers are down!" Leonard said. "Have the remaining Droid Tri-fighters focus on the enemy 'Aces' - for I am sure they must be 'Aces' in their own way - while the Hyena-class bombers are to keep escorting the transports boarding the dreadnought; we need our Battle Droids and Droideka Mk. IIs inside if we're going to have a chance to win this!"

The fighters made their valiant effort, but they were sheerly outnumbered, swarmed on all sides by droids without concept of retreat or loss. The Hutt fighters attempted to peel away from the swarm of droid fighter surrounding them, but met their fates, all but extinguished. The Lancers, meanwhile, were continuing the effort, however their hulls were weak and their deflector shields essentially gone, and the first was cut whole through by torpedoes, and the second simply went dark under sustained fire from the horde of fighters. The Ton Falk went to make a valiant escape, speeding off, essentially unarmed regardless, attempting to make it to range for a hyperspace jump.

But the Dreadnaught, it would stand and fight. It may be the last ship left, but it was not about to give up. The turbolaser batteries redoubled their efforts, with the Dreadnaught, half the size of the Venator and much slimmer, attempting to make itself a small target, slimming itself while forward facing and letting fly turbolasers by the volley.

Leonard, impatient, would then say: "Rule, hail the Carrier; offer its crew 50,000 credits in gold nuggets to stay, and another 40,000 to attack the Dreadnought with its remaining starfighters."

A response followed, the Ton Falk halting in its tracks. The response was as follows, albeit in the form of encrypted text, easily decoded by any other vessel with comms equipment. "NO STARFIGHTERS LEFT. WILL STAY."

The Dreadnaught, oblivious to the betrayal from its ally, continued its barrage, but was also oblivious to the next flaw. As the bombers strafed its hull, the transports full of droids made it inside, through brute force breaking the hangar doors away. Though, nothing outwardly occurred at first, and the vessel kept up its attack for a tense few minutes.

However, in the halls, the bulk of the crew, the Nikto conscripts, were crumbling under the onslaught of the boarders. The veteran defectors, pirates, and spacers among them were too few to mount a coherent defense, and pods went out, arrayed in all directions, lifeforms present in almost all of them, before the Dreadnaught went dark, no lifeforms present aboard.

Now was the moment of truth. "Use Tractor beams to pick up the escape pods! Broadcast messages to them offering payment to defect! Also, recall the Seperatist Troop Transport and the L/AATs - we are going to begin the ground phase of this liberation."

Raj turned towards Leonard. "What forces will I lead?"

The reply was, "You mean we, because I am going down as well. Also, we lead 1,500 mercenaries, 50,000 Battle Droids, 500 Droideka Mk. IIs, and 6 Leonard-class assault tanks. Oh, and 80 Hailfire-class Artillery Droids and 80 recon craft." Leonard then went to Ken. "You're coming too; let's see how good you are with a vibroblade."
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