Post by seras on Feb 13, 2018 7:02:08 GMT
The situation along the Unknown Regions hinterlands with the Imperial Remnant is going poorly. Imperial planners have given up on Mondress sector entirely, the sparsely populated region was deemed not worth the resources to defend, and fell back to more established systems with better defenses and supplies. While Imperial fleets have been able to manage victories against the Outsiders, these have been mostly in small skirmishes. Attempts to press a decisive engagement have, until recently, come up empty handed and been followed by heavy raids in turn. Forcing the Imperials back onto the defensive. The attempted battle to retake Kril'Dor and restore the Tibanna refineries was the first decisive fleet action the Outsiders had put up since the initial fight at Mondress.
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The line had been drawn, and the Imperials tried to push past it once enough force had been gathered. The battle was joined and, for a time, it looked as though the Remnant forces were making serious headway against the Outsider fleet, as the Super Star Destroyer Wrathful itself was holding the line against the Outsider fleet. Grand Admiral Schost stood tall and worried on his command bridge. True, the aliens had never fought a Super class ship before, but even still it was taking a beating from the particle beams.
A solid hit from the leading Cain knocked the shields down, but it was too late, thought the Grand Admiral. They were closing the gap and his techs assured him the EM coating they had installed on the //Wrathful// would protect her from the anti-matter shells. Then the situation changed. "Massive hyperspace signature sir, five thousand clicks distant." Schost watched in interest, and then growing horror, as something was //ripping// it's way out of hyperspace. "Signal the fleet to retreat." "Sir?" "That's an order!" he barked. This was wrong, too wrong. He was not going to commit the largest concentration of Imperial resources that was not orbiting fucking Jakku to the unknown.
The ship that clawed it's way out of hyperspace was a match in size for the //Wrathful//, and as soon as it pulled itself free it fired off a slug from the spinal mounted mass driver. From five thousand kilometers away it was able to hit the now unshielded Wrathful, punching a hole large enough to fly a TIE through, straight through the forward hangars. "NOW LIEUTENANT!" The Imperial fleet pushed out into Hyperspace, the flit flit flit of a dozen of the Empire's finest vessels leaving behind a trio of crippled Azrael's and a half dozen more drifting Astaroths, while a pair each of Broadsides and Lancers expanded into glowing clouds of superheated debris.
"Comms, patch me through to Ysanne Isard."
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Now there is growing discontent with Fleet Admiral Rax's leadership, and his disastrous gathering at Jakku while the Outsider fleet pushed in against the Remnant has come to a head. Rax's involvement in the Contingency has yet to be noticed, but many Admirals, Moffs and other senior most ranking officers of the Empire have begun to privately plan the mans removal following what was seen as the gross neglect in the Outsider War. At the center of all those webs is one woman who has been pulling more than a few strings herself. Ysanne Isard, Director of Imperial Intelligence.
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The line had been drawn, and the Imperials tried to push past it once enough force had been gathered. The battle was joined and, for a time, it looked as though the Remnant forces were making serious headway against the Outsider fleet, as the Super Star Destroyer Wrathful itself was holding the line against the Outsider fleet. Grand Admiral Schost stood tall and worried on his command bridge. True, the aliens had never fought a Super class ship before, but even still it was taking a beating from the particle beams.
A solid hit from the leading Cain knocked the shields down, but it was too late, thought the Grand Admiral. They were closing the gap and his techs assured him the EM coating they had installed on the //Wrathful// would protect her from the anti-matter shells. Then the situation changed. "Massive hyperspace signature sir, five thousand clicks distant." Schost watched in interest, and then growing horror, as something was //ripping// it's way out of hyperspace. "Signal the fleet to retreat." "Sir?" "That's an order!" he barked. This was wrong, too wrong. He was not going to commit the largest concentration of Imperial resources that was not orbiting fucking Jakku to the unknown.
The ship that clawed it's way out of hyperspace was a match in size for the //Wrathful//, and as soon as it pulled itself free it fired off a slug from the spinal mounted mass driver. From five thousand kilometers away it was able to hit the now unshielded Wrathful, punching a hole large enough to fly a TIE through, straight through the forward hangars. "NOW LIEUTENANT!" The Imperial fleet pushed out into Hyperspace, the flit flit flit of a dozen of the Empire's finest vessels leaving behind a trio of crippled Azrael's and a half dozen more drifting Astaroths, while a pair each of Broadsides and Lancers expanded into glowing clouds of superheated debris.
"Comms, patch me through to Ysanne Isard."
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Now there is growing discontent with Fleet Admiral Rax's leadership, and his disastrous gathering at Jakku while the Outsider fleet pushed in against the Remnant has come to a head. Rax's involvement in the Contingency has yet to be noticed, but many Admirals, Moffs and other senior most ranking officers of the Empire have begun to privately plan the mans removal following what was seen as the gross neglect in the Outsider War. At the center of all those webs is one woman who has been pulling more than a few strings herself. Ysanne Isard, Director of Imperial Intelligence.