Vector Prime: "Belkadan"

[Warmaster Vong]

Yorik Coral, the bulding block of the Yuuzhan Vong Victory War Fleet. No single number can compare to the amount of Yorik Coral massing Tingel Arm of the Galaxy. Each piece of Yorik Coral had a little mind of its own. It was, in a sense, alive. But the true thing that controlled the Yorik Coral was the Warmaster and his Council.

Compiled of five members, the Council decided when to move, naturally, in ordinace with the choice of the Gods. Slaar T'amth (Warmaster Vong), Maz Vamosk, Yomin Carr, Tla, and the head Yammosk were the five members of the council. In the past few light cycles, the Council met ever more frequently, sometimes mounting in 2 4 hour sessions a day for 4 weeks total. The last meeting before Victory Campaign: "Gathering Point," consisted of last minute details and nonchalant small talk.

When the meeting was adjourned, Slaar T'amth hurried out of the council room. Being the leader of Victory Campaign, Slaar had decided to hold his last worship in the pure galaxy infront of the public. An Embrace of Pain was put into position in the main square in the Capital, and Slaar endured a vigorous beating, all in sacrifice to the gods.

*****Three Hours Later*****

Slaar unstrapped himself from the Embrace of Pain and walked to his ferry with blood dripping from his toned body. The ferry lifted off from the ground and rendezvoused with the pride of the Victory War Fleet, the Command Ship Vamsok.

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[Darth Viscera]

Colonel Tascery examined the input data from the A.E.G.S.A. observatory's uplink on Dantooine. Several staff officers seemed to hover around him, each trying their best to get a good look at the holodisplay, much to Tascery's annoyance.

"Sithspawn, Vhana, I can't see a thing. Can you look past your own epaulets for a moment and get out of the way?"

Tascery glared at the Lieutenant, who still appeared to be wet behind the ears, despite having been in the Reconaissance corps for over a year. He seemed to be the prototype for all newly commissioned officers who had not yet gotten a chance to see the rancor in all its fury. He could be forgiven for his insolence....for now.

"I was not aware that we were on a first-name basis, Lieutenant," retorted the Colonel, pronouncing the last word with a moderate amount of disdain. That seemed to shut him up.

The discovery of an object passing through the Galactic rift alone would have been a scientific breakthrough, save for the orderly fashion in which the comets had come through. Several of them appeared from long range sensor pulses to be nearly identical. Close-up examination of the comets through the Keyhole matrix did not bring about any conclusions either, despite the marvelous view of the first extra-galactic objects known. Tascery thought on it for a while, and a discovery of this sort could not be held a secret. He grabbed at the nearest Major, and instructed:

"I want copies of this holostream relayed to Monto Cudro, Vjun, Corellia, Caraca, Yavin IV, and the occupied sectors of Imperial Center."

The officer saluted, spun on his heel, and began walking towards the communications building, with a promise to be done and back in ten minutes. Tascery walked to his own quarters, and took a seat at his personal comm console. He punched in the frequency of Grand Admiral Poreon, whose face soon appeared on his small holopad.

"Admiral, sir, you'll be wanting to see this. It is quite urgent."

Tascery punched some keys on his console, and the data stream transferred to Poreon.

[Warmaster Vong]

As the Victory Campaign was beginning to form in the Yuuzhan Vong galaxy, its conclusion was already brewing in the Infidel's Galaxy. Many Vong Agents, stationed in the Infidel's Galaxy for over a year now, began moving silently in their worlds of occupancy. The many agents flocked to different global embassies on many different worlds.

Prior to the Praetorite Order's initial movement into the Infidel's Galaxy, the Warmaster had order the Light Cruiser Timeless Classic to cross the galaxy gap and eliminate any enemies in Gathering Point. Just now, a mere 5 Hours before the rest of Victory Fleet would arive, the Light Cruiser crossed the galaxy gap, an enigma to Infidel Scientists, and emerged in the Infidel Galaxy, marking itself in history as the first Praetorite Warship in the Infidel Galaxy.

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Captain Shask beamed with pride as his Light Cruiser emerged into the Infidel Galaxy. Gazing out at the serene space landscape before him, the Captain noticed a small satellite, drifting alone, in an area of space noone normally travelled to. It was empty space. The apperance of an Infidel abomination in an empty region suprised the Captain. But, the Captain immediately surpressed his surprise and realized that he could go down in Praetorite History as marking the First Praetorite Infidel Destruction.

Captain Shask: So soon, the Infidels dishonor us. They mark or Vector Prime with machines, the scum of the universe. Let us show now, that we are The only force to be reckoned with in this galaxy. Let us show now, that we will destroy anything that gets in our way. Let us show now, what the Yuuzhan Vong can do.

A brilliant spectrum of brown-red-orange-purple yorik coral plasma shot out of the dorsal launchers on the Light Cruiser. And immediately, the Infidel Machine was squashed, putting up no defense in itself.

Captain Shask: We have proved just a minor bit of our power. Let it be told now, infront of all my command, that we will see the destruction of every last infidel in this galaxy!

[Commander Tla]

Commander Tla left the meeting and walked to his personal home. He looked at his items there. The Commander was not just a Fleet Commander. He was also an edible fighter. He bent his knees slightly and gripped his Tsaisi. The living weapon coiled around his left arm. He doned his Vonduun Crab Armor and Helmet. The Commander would offer a few Chazrach to the Gods before he left.

Minutes later he summoned many Chazrach to the center square. There were about 6 of them. The Commander unchained them and ordered them to attack. The first one jumped at Tla and attempted a slash. He was fended offby Tla's fist. Tla spun around, and kicked another Chazrach in the face. The creature grabbed his face in pain.

The Yuuzhan Vong dove out of the way to avoid two oncoming Chazrach. They hit eachother and stumbled away. Another approached slowly from behind. Tla smiled and turned around unleashing the fury of his weapon. The Tsaisi struck out and bit the Chazrach killing him instantly. Another jumped and knocked Tla down. The Commander watched the Tsaisi coil around the reptile's neck and strangle him to death. Tla reclaimed his weapon and stood up. A Chzarach grabbed him from behind. The Commander flipped the reptile over his shoulder and grabbed it's neck. He snapped it with one swift jerk.

The three remaining were not willing to fight anymore. Tla unleashed a furious attack on all three of them. He hated cowards. The Commander ripped a Chazrach's throat out, and then killed the other two with his deadly but skillful Tsaisi. When the battle was over, he knelt and uttered prayers.

Tla stood up after he was finished and waled to the Command Ship Tla, named after him. He entered the ship.

[DarthPoreon]

Glancing down at his small datapad, the Grand Admiral watched the holostream of the First Extra-Galactic Objects. Suddenly, the holostream started to become distrorted by static as hundreds of lighted rock seemed to burst at the Grand Admirals face through the small datapad screen. The Grand Admiral closed his eyes just as he thought the lighted rock would hit him. Miraculosly though, the lighted rock did not him. Opening his eyes, he looked back down at the datapad and saw a continuous stream of static.

Colonel Tascery, what was that?

Grand Admiral Poreon, if we are seeing the same things, I think one of the refurbished Republic Satelites just got knocked offline. I think tha--

[b]The satelite the Colonel was talking about had been an ancient Old Republic Survelliance Satelite, used over 5,000 Years ago. While mapping possible hyperspace routes, an Imperial Surveyer found the Satelite lacking many crucial components to work. Deciding that having a satelite this far out might be helpful one day, he reinstalled the power supply, focusing lens, sensor generator, and transmission generator, and had taken the codes to use it for the future.

Intterupting the Colonel in mid sentence, the Grand Admiral spitted out an order.

Colonel, keep this data safe. Do not show anyone aside from your staff, the Diktat, the Leaders at Cudro, Vjun, Corellia, Caraca, Yavin IV. I will try to arrange a passage for me to Dantooine. Goodday Colonel, expect lots of transmissions, but remember, you are under Imperial Doctrine not to speak but to those of the Diktat and mines choosing.

Poreon closed the transmission and looked back out at the battelfield above Imperial Center. This new threat to the galaxy was more important than the Galaxy's capital. The Grand Admiral hurried over to a small closet in the command room and opened it. He activated a Human Replica Droid, to be precise, a HRD of himself. The real Poreon hurried to the hangar bays of the SSD, where he boarded an Armed Shuttle and set off to see the Colonel.

[Ivpikkis]

Aboard his command Shree-class battlecruiser, Ivpikkis watches the sensor nets aboard his bridge. In a musical voice he address's one of the other Ssi-Ruuvi on the bridge"What are these.....things....flying so close to our space? And you had better not tell me they are more P'w'eck vessels invading our territory"A shorter Ssi-Ruuvi wth a scar trailing from his right arm to his tail, glances at the nets and responds to the Admiral"No Admiral, these are unknown objects, but they seem to be biological""The Oswaft?"Possibly, but maybe not, these readings show them to be bigger than the average Oswaft""Send one of the Fw'Sen out to investegate, this intrusion into our space will not go unheaded"[i]A ship slightly smaller than a rebel cruiser pulls out of the gathering invasion fleet, it has 2 sets of wings.a seemingly 6 dark stripe pattern has it across its hull and a large laser cannon is in place at its front in the center of its cone shapd hull. Protrusions are evident all over it circumfrance, what they are is not yet known, but will soon be to the intruders

[PraetoriteYominCarr]

"Chi'sk voodte, Praetorite."

Yomin jerked alive from his slumped position at the helm of the Heavy Cruiser Yammka. The umbilical linked to his forehead was limp, and it was now his Lieutenant, Samir Preel guiding the main functions of the ship.

"Samir, we shall speak basik while in the cuursed galaxy, and our native tongue in ouurs," said Carr in a condecending manner.

"Ittt'ss alll thee sam too you, Yommmin. You speakkk itt like ittt'ss all you kknow," slipped through Samir's pressed lips. "Bbesides... We've allmost reeached our destinaation."

"So truuue. Then the gap has been juumped?"

"Yesss."

[Warmaster Vong]

The two Command Ships came out of hyperspace 40 Clicks away from a mass of 17 Light Cruisers. In the hour, a mass of Heavy Cruiser, Speed Corvettes, and Priest Ships would rendezvous with the ever increasing masses.

"Captain Shask, did your Light Cruiser find anything in the previous hours?"

"Warmaster, yes, a survelliance satelite of some sort, we destroyed it, with force."

"They know of our presence. That is not good."

[i]With a solemn look on his stretched out face, the Warmaster looked at the space, waiting for the Heavy Cruisers.

[Maz Vamosk]

Maz Vamosk sat aboard the Heavy Cruiser Yuuzhan, it was an impressive vessel but nothing that could even begin to compare to the Yuuzhan Vong Command Ship the Vamosk. It had been an incredible honor to have such an amazing ship named after him, the very existence of the ship in the unpure Galaxy was history in the making. It was the beginning of the end of the infidel rule.

The Yuuzhan was traveling through the Yuuzhan Vong Galaxy approaching the Galactic divide where he would rendezvous with the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong who were waiting for him in the unpure Galaxy.

<font color=#ff3333>* Translated from Yuuzhan Vong language</font>

<font color=#ff3333>"Commander"</font> Vamosk ordered without so much as turning his head.

<font color=#ff3333>Commander Maal>"Yes Executor?"</font> Commander Maal switfly replied.

<font color=#ff3333>"How long until we've crossed the Galactic divide?"</font>

<font color=#ff3333>Commander Maal>"About one hour sir, we should be at the rendezvous point within two hours assuming all goes well."</font>

<font color=#ff3333>"Prepare for me to make communications with the Warmaster before we arrive in the Tingel Arm."

Commander Maal>"Yes I'll see that it's done at once"

"Have all senior crew members gather in the meeting room in exactly one hour. I want to brief them before we execute the mission."

Commander Maal>"Yes my Lord I'll see to it at once."</font>

With that the Commander hurried away to complete the tasks he was assigned by the Executor.

<font color=#ff3333>"For the glory of the Yuuzhan Vong..."</font> Maz whispered to himself as he watched the plethora of stars that loomed just outside the viewport. Soon they would all belong to the Vong and the Galaxy would be pure.

[Commander Nom Anor]

*Nom left the Assignment room and loaded into the Transport full of warriors going with him to fil the decks of his perosnal cruiser for now, the Cloaked Goddess
It had been a long time since he had been among the common warriors, and he was very happy to spend some time witht eh common warriors, but he had to find his second-in-command, first and foremost.
He looked around the transport and spotted his brother in the far back*
"Welcome, how are you, my brother?"
"I am well, you?"
"I am here, commanding a ship, what do you think? Hahaha! It is good to see you again, brother!"
"As it is you."
*The transport docked with the Cloaked Goddess and Nom stepped into his command ship.
The Warriors already there had prepared a great ceremony to welcome him, he smiled and stepped in.
The Warriors introduced him to his bridge crew and he walked through the ship and then went to the bridge where he setteled in and sent the ship into Hyperspace*

[Commander Tla]

The Heavy Cruiser Tla emerged into the unpure Galaxy. The Commander looked out the translucent viewports. It was quite a sight. He was thinking about how great it will be when they do claim and clean this Galaxy. The Gods would be pleased. Especially Yun-Yuuzhan, the High God.

Tla walked over to his tactician and took the villip from him. He spoke into the small worm-like creature.

Tla: "Warmaster, our ship has made it across the Galaxy Gap. I trust everything is well here?"

[Ivpikkis]

[i]as the picket ship crossed distances between the amassing forces it sent tactical information back to the Imperium. Distress plagued the crew of the Fw'Sen ship. The panicky crew started powering up weapons systems prematurly as there masters were in absence from there area. The ship exited into the area of space where the gathering ships were, sensors started sending back an intolerable amount of information back at the Imperium's arm of space. Just then a ship pulled out of formation and headed straight for the picket ship....

[Warmaster Vong]

OOC: Ivp, please email me Jaketwake@aol.com
IC:
At the gathering point, a pack of Heavy Cruisers emerged. The Executor's Heavy Cruiser, Yuuzhan, led the pack, showing off its magnificence.

The main villip pod in the Vamosk shuddered as it sat on its perch. The Warmaster picked the villip up and spoke into it.[/i]

Slaar: Warmaster T'amth here.

Vamosk: Greetings Warmaster, it is Executor Vamosk. Is everything running smoothly.

Slaar: We've been detected. Tell your Agents to Exterminate AEGSA.

Vamosk: As you wish, Warmaster.
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The Warmaster opens a new Villip pod and speaks out to the whole Victory Fleet.

"Prepare for the new Era, in which Every Star is ours. Prepare to move within the hour, for our first target."

[Maz Vamosk]

Maz Vamosk had his orders... eliminate AEGSA, this however was the least of his concerns. Such a trite mission would be taken care of with the greatest of ease by his Yuuzhan Vong agents. But that would not interfere with his new plans.. his plans that would begin the end of the unpure Galaxy.

<font color=#ff3333>* Translated from Yuuzhan Vong Language</font>
<font color=#ff3333>"Do you have the information that I requested?"</font> Maz inquired to one of the officers who worked busily on the bridge of the Yuuzhan.

<font color=#ff3333>Deck Officer>"Yes Executor. The planet they call Belkadan should be an excellent foothold for our forces. It will be an excellent location for us to setup headquarters in this galaxy."

"Excellent. I'll be in the meeting room, I'm assuming that all officers are awaiting my arrival?"

Deck Officer>"Yes Executor they're anxiously awaiting your instrucitons."

"Prepare communications with the Warmaster again as well as Commander Tla, Yomin Carr, Nom Anor, I'll speak with them as soon as I'm done briefing my men."

Deck Officer>"Yes Executor, I'll see to it at once."</font>

Maz Vamosk hurried away to the meeting room where he would meet with the officers of the ship which numbered in the thousands, they all cheered with pride as he entered the room. They were as anxious as he was to make the Galaxy their own and they'd fight to the death if they had to... with pleasure.

<font color=#ff3333>"For the glory of the Yuuzhan Vong!" </font>Maz Vamosk shouted out loud as the officers all jumped to their feet. The ferocity with which they cheered was amazing to say the least. The feeling of pure excitement in the room could be cut with a knife.

<font color=#ff3333>"Our mission is DOMINATION!"</font> The officers were in a continuous state of commotion as Maz yelled over their voices.

<font color=#ff3333>Our first stop in this mission of domination is...</font> He hesistated for a moment as the roar of the crowd suddenly changed to a whisper.

<font color=#ff3333>..."The planet the infidels call Belkadan!"</font>

The crowd once again broke into a roar that Maz could no longer compete with, he raised his hands in the air and shouted something about the glory of the Vong but he was drowned out by the noise of the mob. Maz continued to yell appealing to the crowd as he exited the stage and returned to his private quarters.... he could hear the sounds of his men from his quarters near the bridge.

About 20 Minutes Later...

[i]Maz Vamosk spoke into the villip addressing the Warmaster, Commander Tla, Yomin Carr, and Nom Anor.

<font color=#ff3333>"Our first mission in the infidel galaxy... shall be to take over Belkadan... we shall be unstopaable...</font>

[Commander Tla]

Commander Tla listened to this aboard the other Command Ship Tla. He silently cheered to himself. Belkadan would be the proper planet. Moments before this transmission he had asked Harrar, his priest to find information on all the planets near Tingel Arm. Belkadan had been one of them. Tla studied the planet with great interest.

After Maz Vamosk finished his report through the villip, Commander Tla brooded in silence for a moment. He was thinking of the oppurtunities and benefits they brought to the unpure galaxy. These infidels had a chance to cleanse themselves. The Vong would only respect those who had a fighting spirit. The others who gave up without a fight would be killed instantly. After all, they were a disgrace to the Gods.

Harrar walked behind Tla and sat beside him. He joined him in silence for a moment. Harrar broke that silence by speaking in basic (an infidel language).

Harrar: "I decided that since we are in this galaxy, we must learn their most famous language. Then we can communicate with them."

Tla: "That is a wise choice Harrar, I will be doing the same."

Harrar: "Has the planet been confirmed?"

Tla: "Indeed it has. Belkadan."

Harrar smiled evilly.

Harrar: "I had a premonition the Warmaster would pick that one."

[Warmaster Vong]

<font color="red">"Executor, the Infidel's begin a fall today. Begin the jump to Belkadan now!"</font> The Warmaster order his subordinates to begin the jump.

The floor on the Command Ship shuddered as the massive "engines" that powered the Command Ship began emitting their waves to make a hyperspace jump. The Warmaster began speaking again.

<font color="red">"Officers, if you'd take a look at the map of Belkadan."</font>

The Warmaster waited a few seconds before speaking again, anticipating that the officers would be looking down at their maps.

<font color="red">Belkadan is a jungle planet, with no native infidel populace. It is expected though, that the rulers of the planet have deployed some sort of defense. Respective Army and Navy Leaders, if you'd supply us with a brief overview of possible defenses. After that, the Executor and I will tell you of the plan.

[Ivpikkis]

[i]The ship, although just under fifty meters, were not small enough to remain undetected by a fleet with at least functional sensors and it became apparent that these ships were either intentioaly letting knowladge of there shps slip or really just didnt notice the approachng craft. The shields of the craft were raised to full as it was well within firig range of any conventional ships weaponry, but who knew of these weird ships.

[Maz Vamosk]

OOC:

Ivpikkis... I want to see ship building threads and shipyard threads.. provide those and we'll acknowledge your existence on this thread as legal, if not... you'll be promptly ignored.

[Commander Nom Anor]

*Nom nodded his head and sent a villip message-<font color=gold>"We move to the planet the infidels call Belkadan! Go!"</font color>
The ship went to hyperspace*

[Warmaster Vong]

The two respective division leaders gave their analysis of the planetary defenses, concluding that altough a distant planet, the planet would most likely have Infidel Warcrafts on or near it.

<font color="red">Executor, if youd please, give a brief overview of what we will be doing. We will be arriving at Belkadan by nights fall.

[Maz Vamosk]

Maz Vamosk listened to the words of the Warmaster as he scanned some data that he had gathered on AEGSA.

<font color=#ff3333>* Translated from the Yuuzhan Vong language</font>

<font color=#ff3333>"It seems that there is a problem..."</font>

If the Warmaster were human he would be raising his brow at this point in the conversation but he remained calm as he inquired. <font color=#ff3333>"What's that Executor?"</font>

<font color=#ff3333>"The AEGSA is far larger than we could have imagined. Preliminary reports show that there are over 1,000 of the infidels on base. We have several agents disguised as officers within the compound but it's going to take more man power than we had previously supposed."

<font color=#ff3333>"This is most unexpected Executor.. however this will not interfere with our mission to Belkadan..."</font> [i]The Warmaster swiftly replied.

<font color=#ff3333>"No it will not, my suggestion is that we each send a small squadron of men, If Tla, Nom, Carr, you and I each send 250 warriors, on this mission they should make short work of the AEGSA compound. When the mission on Dantooine is complete they will rendezvous with us at Belkadan. 250 troops should not even minorly affect the outcome of our Belkadan mission and will ensure that AEGSA is dealt with properly. I believe at this point our first priority is to get rid of AEGSA.. if the knowledge they've learned is spread Galaxy-wide our advantage will be lost. The infidels will know full well of the glory of the Yuuzhan Vong.... but not yet.</font>

[Commander Nom Anor]

<font color=gold>[i]"Your wish is my command, eminence!"</font color>
*Nom smashes one fist against his chest and moves to the troop hold.
He orders his Second to gather his best 248 warriors.
The other two would be Nom and Shak.
Nom walekd down the halls of his ship towards the bay where the armour and weapons were stored.
As he reached the bay, he grabbed a few of his precious viruses and put them into areas in his armour.
He grabbed a tsaisi and throw bugs with the thud bugs and razor bugs.
He ordered Shak to get the men armoured, well Nom went to send the Warmaster Slaar and the Executor Maz a transmission*
<font color=gold>"Eminence's, I have prepared my men and I and am ready to go.
How do we intend to get into the infidel's facility without being seen? Or are we launching a full scale attack, for if we are, I will send my Coralskipper squadrons ahead to weaken the ship defenses. Either way, I await your orders."</font color>
*salutes*

[Maz Vamosk]

<font color=#ff3333>* Translated from Yuuzhan Vong language</font>

<font color=#ff3333>"Do NOT send any ships... I am not expecting many if any starships of any kind to stand in our way. We are going to be dealing with a facility whose defenses will mainly consist of ground forces. If we each send 250 of our troops we'll outnumber their forces by roughly 33%. More than enough to squash their forces. Our aim of this mission is not to destroy their facility. All we want to do is eliminate any forces which we encounter while our operatives in disguise will destroy all data which pertains to our invasion. We want to make this mission as swift and efficient as possible. Normally we would take the time to raze the whole compound however we do not have the luxury of time on our side. Not to mention we have men in the compound who will be valuable in our future endeavors. I'll be briefing you as well as the others involved in this mission continuously so stay tuned for further orders."</font>

((OOC NOTE: The thread in which we send troops to A.E.G.S.A. will take place in a separate thread which I will create as soon as everything is sketched out more clearly))

[Commander Nom Anor]

<font color=gold>[i]"As you wish it, Eminence!"</font color>
*slaps fist to his chest*

OOC: Do you have AIM or MSN, Maz?

[Maz Vamosk]

OOC: Yes my AIM is QuiWanJin but I won't be on until later tonight

[New Galaxy Warrior]

<font color="red">Legion Commander Grath Reporting For Duty Warmaster!</font> The Commander said as he snapped to attention infron of the Warmaster.

The Warmaster looked away from his villip before speaking to the Legion Commander. <font color="red">Commander Grath, take 250 of your Warriors and prep them for Mission: AEGSA.</font>

The Legion Commander nodded his head before hurrying off towards the Warrior Common Room. The Legion Commander entered the Warrior Common Room and braced his muscular arms against the cold yorik coral support structure.

<font color="red">Praetorite Warriors Attack Group AEGSA, report to the Briefing Chambers Immediately.</font>

The Legion Commander turned around and briskly walked out of the room after belaying the Warmaster's orders. Holding the Army Warrior Breed of the Amphistaff, a shorter amphistaff used for quick successive attacks, the Legion Commander made his way to the Briefing Chambers.

Upon entering the chambers, the Legion Commander opened up a villip connection with the Warmaster and other Mission Briefers.

[Commander Nom Anor]

*Nom opened the villip-choir link to the Warmaster, Tla and Maz*
<font color=gold>"Eminence's, I am ready to deploy, as are my Warriors.
My question would be, should I unleash a few plague viruses that only affect the unfidels before we move in? Or no, that would be stripping our Warriors of the honour of fighting, nevermind.
When should we deploy?"</font color>

[Darth Viscera]

<bold>***A little while later***</bold>

Colonel Vhana Tascery looked on with glee at the full-size holoimage of his wife, Martha. She was beautiful as ever, and had a smile that could defy the harshest of circumstances.

"Oh, I do so look forward to your return, my dear Vhana," she said. And she meant it. You could tell by the earnestness inherent in her very soul that she was a very loving woman.

"And I you, my beautiful wife. I’ve finished my term of service, and when I return home, I can retire, and we can all live off my Colonelcy pension. How’s the little general doing?"

"What, you mean Flip?"

The poor boy known as Flip had had a growth deficiency since his birth, and thus he limped around with a crutch day after day. The boy’s spirit more than made up for this, though, and his sunny disposition was a source of joy for many.

"Of course I mean Flip, dear."

"Well, look for yourself. Flip, dear! Come and speak to your father!"

The small boy limped over to the holocam with a wide smile.

"Father! I miss you ever so much! I’ve been to Doctor Shelly, and she says my leg will be entirely healed soon!"

"Oh, that’s wonderful, Flip! I’ll be home in a few days, and then we can play that hoverball match I’ve been promising you since last season."

"Oh father, I love you ever so much!"

"I love you too, Flip."

A small indicator on the holopad began beeping, signifying it was time for the Colonel to conclude his personal transmission. Bandwidth had to be rationed largely to the military, after all.

"Oh, I’m sorry son, I have to be going now, tell your mother I love her."

"I will, dad! See you in three days!"

The holopad shut off, and Tascery made ready for the assembly. He wore his dress uniform today, which consisted of a brilliant white double-breasted jacket with 14 gold buttons, a matching white kepi with the name of his unit emblazoned on the front in gold piping, and a rankbadge surrounded with silver piping. Extra gold piping extended from the wrist of his coat, the intricate layers and loops identifying him as a Colonel. The trousers he wore today were dress white, with blue stripes extending vertically on both sides. The russet leather waist belt he wore had a special Imperial insignia in the center buckle. He looked like a Grand Admiral today, as did hundreds of the other staff that were lucky enough to be officers in the Navy. He made his way to the assembly hall, where the rest of the AEGSA crew were waiting, stood at his podium, and began:

"The Empire is proud of us today. A galactic power that takes the time to contribute culturally to this galaxy is worth any number of squabbling warlords thrown together. We have shown everyone that we are of the highest quality with this administration. The Empire takes pride in having detected the first recorded inter-galactic contact, and that pride is well founded. For these reasons, the Imperial High Command has issued the entire AEGSA staff the medal of discipline, and full pensions so that we all may live in comfortable retirement for the rest of our lives, as a reward for our contribution to the Empire!"
* * * *
HoloNet media crew captured this speech live, and transmitted it to billions of citizens who were hungry for the next newsfeed regarding the famous AEGSA team, the brilliant public servants that had gallantly gone forth, and done what no others could have even dreamt of; what others had decided was impossible. These men were heroes, and everyone knew it.

As the crew applauded themselves, and the work that they had accomplished in the last 3 years of duty, several small, circular objects crashed through a transparisteel wall, stabbing into some people, and shattering the brittle wall. Four aliens marched in, and swung odd staff-looking things at the AEGSA staff, severing a few limbs, a torso, and a head. Tascery looked on in dismay at the carnage below.

"Bloody hell."

[Maz Vamosk]

Maz Vamosk made the order from his command ship the Yuuzhan for all troops to begin their decent into the atmosphere following the lead of his men.


<font color=#ff3333>* Translated from Yuuzhan Vong language</font>


He spoke to the other Vong commanders via villip reminding them of their mission objectives.


<font color=#ff3333>"Remember... this is to be as quick and as painless as possible. We want to destroy any staff memebers that we come across, our only objectives here are to destroy everyone within the compound and destroy the data which they've recovered. Wasting time on anything else could prove failure for this mission. We won't have much time... strike hard... strike fast... but possibly most importantly... use your head... keep in mind these objectives as I've laid them out. If I find anyone has strayed from these objectives in any way you will be dealt with by me personally."
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With that Maz' first wave of troops crashed through the AEGSA compound...

OOC NOTE: CONTINUED in Vector Prime: "A.E.G.S.A." (http://pub2.ezboard.com/fswvstitanicstarwarsroleplayingarchive.showMessage ?topicID=3310.topic)

[Warmaster Vong]

The View Shifted as the Victory War Fleet Emerged from Hyperspace above Belkadan. The Flagship Commandships emerged first followed by the Flagship Heavy Cruisers,and then the remaining fleet emerged.

<font color="red">Warmaster: "Unleash the Skipper beasts to provide a protective cover for the Victory Fleet. Tell them to destroy any Infidel Space Machines."</font>

Wings upon Wings of Coral Skippers, heavy and light, deploy from the mass of Yuuzhan Vong Ships.

<font color="red">Warmaster: "Let loose the Dweebits"

[Warmaster Vong]

[i]Ten Unmanned Probes were sent down to the planet of Belkadan carrying a hundred Dweebits each. Once on the planet, the one thousand Dweebit beetles would burrow into a plants root system and release chemicals into the soil. The plants then absorb the chemicals and release the chemicals into the air during photosynthesis. The One-Thousand Dweebits could reproduce extremely quickly, in turn turning the thousand dweebits into well over 100 Thousand Dweebits.

This breed of red-brown Dweebits had been cultured to turn a planet into the perfect Shaping Grounds and Command HQ. Vector Prime, the Invasion Corridor, had started, Belkadan would be the first to fall.

[Warmaster Vong]

Dweebit 0804 unhitched itself from the probe as it reached the Belkadan surface. Dweebits 0800 through 0899 were also hitched on the probe.
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OOC Note: From Dweebit 0804's Viewpoint
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[b]The Yorik Coral surface of the Probe was pushed away from me as my special Cillia Claws unhooked from the Probe. I set down with a Thud on the dirt surface of the Southern Belkadan Hemisphere. Get To Work! My small Cortex Thought Process yelled at me. My Appendages, Eight jointed leg-like things, were put to work scurrying through the soil. Once I was a Meter under, I began digging horizontaly, hoping to get to a Plant Root System.

[Warmaster Vong]

[i]I struck a stringy solid and I stopped my horizontal digging. I dug upwards and implanted myself into the root system of a large Banyan-like Tree. I began to Secrete my Chemicals that would turn this planet into a shaping ground.

I could feel the water and minerals being transported through the Phloem of the Banyan-like Tree. The energy from photosynthesis came down through the Xylem, giving the roots the power to gather more materials for photosynthesis. In a matter of time, my chemicals would be released into the phloem and be a part of the photosynthesis process.

[Warmaster Vong]

Onboard the Command Ship Vamosk

[i]The Warmaster had been waiting for an enemy to show up. The honor of winning was lessened when no enemy sacrifices happened. The Warmaster had not expected an enemy to arrive and cause a problem at the first planet in Vector Prime, but he could always hope. A routine convoy of supply ships would even slake the Warmaster's taste for death.

<font color="red">"Commander Tla, have our sensor villips detected any Infidel Warships on the major Hyper Lanes to Belkadan?

[Commander Tla]

<font color=silver>"Our sensor villips have just picked up a few ships heading to Belkadan. They are what the Infidels call Dreadnaughts and Bulk Cruisers."

<font color=red>"Have you determined their business here?"

<font color=silver>"We believe they are supply ships for the Infidels. They should be arriving any moment now."

<font color=white>The next few moments were met with silence between the villip. Commander Tla waited anxiously for the ships to emerge from Hyperspace. The Dovin Basals on various ships acted as Interdiction devices. Once the Infidels arrived, there would be no escaping.

Suddenly, the ships appeared out of nowhere. They seemed to just hang in space. Tla knew it would not be long until they discovered the situation.

<font color=silver>"Warmaster, requesting permission to engage in battle with the supply ships. I will take this ship and three light cruisers."

[Warmaster Vong]

<font color="red">"Do not hesitate Commander. Destroy them swiftly, we must make sure a call for help is not released."

[Warmaster Vong]

The lush green planet of Belkadan began to turn to a hazy brownish hue. It would only be another day or two before the dweebits totally stripped the planet of its natural life. In a day, the first planet on Vector Prime would be touched by the footsoldiers of the Praetorite Order.

<font color="red">"Prepare for the ground take over!"</font>

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Dweebit 0804
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I am breathing harder now; I have exhausted my energy in the inital swarm. Now, as I am near dead, I must pass on my life and goal to a new spawn of Dweebit brothers.

Underneath the soil Dweebit 0804 underwent a reproduction and death, as did all of the original 1000 Dweebits. The reproduction was asexual. A strand of the Dweebit Life Code was spliced into Ten new Life Code Strands. In less than an hour the life code strands would generate new Dweebit bodies and continue the process the original 1000 Dweebits started.

[Commander Tla]

The Commander walked across his ship issuing orders. He was taking three Light Cruisers and this Command Ship named after himself. He stood beside his tactician ans watched the villips take shape in the form of their ships. His tactician was trying to discover a weak point.

<font color=silver>Outside in the quiet of space, the Infidel ships tried to enter Hyperspace many times. They were now lost and confused. The Vong ships led by Tla advanced on the enemy. One squadron of X-Wings and TIE Interceptors appeared from behind the ship. They flew at top speed toward the cruisers.

<font color=white>Onboard the Command ship Tla, the Commander raised his hand in silence. He clutched an Amphistaff mightily. Everything on the ship became silent. The Commander Tla swung the Amphistaff down and screamed a war cry.

<font color=silver>At that moment, 6 Coralskipper squadrons were unleashed to engage the enemy. The Command ship stayed back, while the Light Cruisers advanced to destroy the enemy.

OOC: fixed again.

[Warmaster Vong]

OOC: The Tla is a Command Ship, not a Heavy Cruiser.

[Warmaster Vong]

The planet's hazy brown hue from the bugs turned to a throw-up color after 22 hours had passed. In two more hours, the planet's hue was a mixed blue from the lifeless ocean to a sand color from the dead soil.

<font color="red">"Launch the first Arnment of Soldiers."

[Commander Tla]

There were exactly three dreadnaughts and two Bulk Cruisers. X-Wings and other Hyperdrive equipped fighters had followed to escort them. Tla studied how they attacked. He knew that the Vong would eventually overcome them. He guessed they probably knew that too.

<font color=silver>A Yuuzhan Vong Light Cruiser engaged in battle with one of the Dreadnaughts. Plasma projectiles were launched at it's hull. The Command ship released another Coralskipper squadron to engage in battle with a Bulk Cruiser.

<font color=white>Commander Tla cheered as he watched a Dreadnaught under attack by a Light Cruiser explode. That left only two dreadnaughts now. Tla commanded that the Command Ship focus all guns on the next Dreadnaught. He ordered 2/3 of the skippers deployed to engage in battle with the Bulk Cruisers. So far they had only lost 3 coralskippers. It was turning out to be a most impressive battle.

[Warmaster Vong]

From the Victory War Fleet hundreds of Transports launch and head towards the surface carrying the first Praetorite Warriors to the first Praetorite Occupied Planet.
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On Vamosk
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<font color="red">"Commander Tla, status please."</font>

<font color="silver">"Warmaster, we have destroyed one enemy Warship-- a closed clamp shaped one. We have lost Three Skippers"</font>

<font color="red">"What?!?"</font>

<font color="silver">"We have lost three Coral Skippers Warmaster."</font>

<font color="red">"That is unacceptable, dying to infidels. When this is over, the Squad Leaders will be punished as will you."

"I expect no more losses Commander."</font>

<font color="silver">"Yes Warmaster, I understand."</font>

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Belkadan
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[i]One of the Troop Transports landed on the surface. From the external hatches, 87,500 Yuuzhan Vong Warrior poured out and filed into rank lines a Kilometer away from the Troop Transport. All around the planet, more transports landed and soldiers debarked, filling the planet with Yuuzhan Vong Warriors.

[Commander Tla]

The huge Commander turned away from the villip. He spoke into a new villip, one that allowed him to speak to all the Vong ships in that area. His voice was loud and mad.

<font color=red>"We have already lost three fighters and the Warmaster is most displeased. If any more are lost due to incompetence, you will have to deal with me personally."

<font color=white>The last words were spoken in a low growl. The Commander walked back and watched the battle, asking for status reports every so often.

<font color=silver>The Coralskippers were symbiotically binded together so they could move swiftly and skillfully. For every fighter, there was at least 4 Coralskippers on it's tail. It didn't take long for the fighters to be destroyed. Only a few remained, and they were being taken care of.

The Command Ship focused all it's weaponry on a Dreadnaught. The plasma hit the shields, damaging them each time.

At the same time, a Light Cruiser moved in on a Bulk Cruiser. The Vong ship used it's Dovin Basals and ripped the shields right off. A group of nearby Coralskippers shot at the ship, while the Light Cruiser moved back. Moments later, the Bulk Cruiser exploded.

[Commander Tla]

Commander Tla bellowed a laugh as another Dreadnaught exploded. That left only one Dreadnaught and one Bulk Freighter. All the fighters had been destroyed with ease. Luckily, no more Coralskippers had been lost, and the Light Cruisers had taken minimal damage. The gravitic anamolies were too much for the fighters to handle. Now all the coralskippers were being called back to their ships. The Command Ship changed it's target to the Dreadnaught, while all the Light Cruisers focused on the Bulk Freighter. In moments, the battle would be over.

[DarthPoreon]

Days of Hyperspace Travel, A battle against a new enemy, A long intelligence meeting in a Coruscant Penthouse, hundreds of cups of a Dantooine Caff Drink, Pre-Mission Briefings, and anxiety of the unknown, left Grand Moff Poreon unusually tired. It had been almost five days since Poreon, a Sith Warrior, bested the Extra Galactic Warrior in battle and returned to Coruscant to share his newfound knowledge with fellow Sith. Now, in an effort to better understand the Extra Galactics, the Sith departed his Sith Infiltrator on a Sith Naval Moon in the Tingel Arm of the galaxy.

Making his way inside, the Sith saluted the technicians doing the post-flight check on his Infiltrator. Once reaching the Compound, the Sith was promptly greeted by Flight Colonel Jet Rok.

"Sith Poreon, ridin high isn't it?"

Answering, though in monotone unlike Rok's jumpy energetic manner.

"Flight Colonel, good to see you. I hope you're well rested, your squad will be leaving soon."

Not taken aback, the Flight Colonel Answers

"Ofcourse Sith Poreon, lot's o' partyin and drinkin pre-mission always lead to a good mission."

Rok falls over like a drunk. He gets up a minute later.

"Fooled you Poreon."

"I didn't know we were on first name basis Flight Colonel."

Shrugging, the Flight Colonel leads the Sith to the briefing room. Upon entering the briefing room, the Sith is saluted by twelve Starfighter Pilots and a meager few hundred from the Growler Crew. Stepping up to a podium with a holo projector, The Sith begins to speak.

"Greetings. As you all have been briefed by the Intelligence Officer on Duty, you are up against almost impossible odds.

Intterrupting, Jet Rok steps foward.

"I think not Poreon. Do not underestimate the power of Outlook Squadron."

"Flight Colonel Rok, please sit down and do not speak again until you are out of my sight."


Continuing,

"Now, as I said, you are up against almost impossible odds. There are atleast 30 believed Capital Class Size Rock Ships where you are going. You are a single fighter squadron and a Growler. You are not expected to save the galaxy, only advance the cause.

Outlook Squadron, you are to do as much reconnosaince of the Rock ships as possible. Find weakpoints, Keep the Comm Channels full of descriptions. The Grolwer will be recording everything and sending it on a feed back to the main base.

Dismissed, mission starts in an hour."

[Jet Rok]

Jet Rok clapped his hands as the pilots and crewmen began filing out of the briefing room. He left through a back door and headed towards the Mission Hangar Bay. Entering the Hangar Bay, he saw twelve brand new TIE Executioners lined up, one Growler Class Communications Ship, the Outlook Squadron Members, and a bunch of techs preparing the ships for the Mission.

Jet walked up to his TIE Executioner and dragged his hand across the painted hull. With his hand reaching the hull near the cockpit, he traced the outline of his kills painted on. Going over a Y-Ball, he counted the red horizontal lines painted underneath. Each line counted for 10 Kills of that fighter style. Reaching the opening to the cockpit, Jet saw his best kill, a Rebel MC-80a Cruiser.

Jet reaches his hand into the Executioner and pulls out a comlink. He begins speaking into it.

"Ten minutes till take off! Outlooks, get to your fighters! Growler, begin lift off. We Outlooks will rendezvous with you in ten minutes."

[Severion]

Severion opened the hatch to his craft, taking notice of the fully loaded launcher, equipped with advanced proton torpedoes. He looked over to his wingman, who was already swinging himself into his fighter from above. Severion followed in the same fashion, entering through the main overhead hatch.

Once inside Severion applied his helm, making sure it was sealed and activated. He plugged the tubes and routed the oxygen from tanks to mask, setting a flow that he enjoyed. Severion pressed several buttons and the hatch closed and engine igniter activated, heating up the engine and preparing it for flight. The high-tech diagnostics systems and targeting computer came to life, lighting up the small cockpit. Severion looked to his left, the view port was amazing, allowing him to look up, down, left, right, and forward! He activated his targeting computer’s HUD, which projected a circle on the forward view port section telling distance and location for each ship in the area.

Severion smiled at the sophisticated new craft, caressing the yoke slightly. He flicked another switch and the light inside tinted red, his engines burst with power as the clamps released his fighter and he screamed into open space, he circled the ship waiting for the other fighters to launch so they could begin their mission.

[Warmaster Vong]

[i]The Warmaster ordered one of his Prefects to show him a fly-by villip of the progress on the ground.

In the villip the Warmaster saw the great shaping grounds growing in the Southern Plains. A great spire shot up from the center of the grounds and an opening around it looked similar to a Sarlaac pit. Around the great spire, hundreds of Chazrach and Lesser Shapers worked to breed the ground into the equivalent of the Master Shaper's World.

The villip moved west towards the deep blue Spitz Sea. The villip plunged under water and an underground water base became visible. The great spire present at the Shaping Grounds was also present in the Underwater Base, titled Spitz Base.

The Villip came up out of the water and to the Western Valley in the Southern Hemisphere. Here, a river flowed by, giving the soil a richness perfect for agriculture. Yuuzhan Farmers had begun planting crops and making fields for growing the food that would serve the Vector Prime Warriors. Here too, the great spire lay.

The Villip turned north, to just north of the Belkadan Tropics. Here, the great spire was present, but instead of just one great spire, there were many great spires. Each one branched off from one enormous spire and headed towards the respective Belkadan Regions. The spires were the main construction objects used by the Vong. They cut through the ground, releasing the minerals prime for breeding of what be needed. Here, with the many great spires, a large military compound was being built.

[Kater Phyre]

Walking slowly through the halls of the ship, Kater Phyre begins to think ahead of the mission at hand. His helmet is tucked under his arm, his brightly polished boots making a loud clacking noise with each step. Finally he comes to a large door. It opens with a swish and he can feel the rush of the warm air escaping from the hangar bay. Inside is a squadron of TIE Executioners, their solar panels reflecting in the light.He steps inside, a dark smile creeping onto his face at the sight of the powerful war machines. Inside the bay, his comrades and the other members of his squadron were fast at work, preparing their crafts for lift off.

"There's my boys. You sorry excuse for pilots ready to do this thing?"

The response came quickly

Would you shut up and get your ass ready!!!

Kater only smiled at the remark. His playful and nonchalant attitude often caused others to mistake him for an uncaring and under-achieving pilot - a rather lethal mistake that resulted in many a pilot being shot down...and shot down quite handily.. Slowly he began to make his way over to his craft. He stops and looks at it for a second, admiring it's design and it's craftmanship. Walking briskly around the ship, he quickly does a visual check, making sure everything is ok. Finally he climbs inside of his beloved fighter and begins to power it up. He sets his helmet down beside him and starts the pre-flight checks.

"Weapons, are fine. Shields in perfect condition. Engines come back good."

Running the diagnostics one more time, wanting to be sure, knowing there is no room for errors or faulty equipment in the field. He had been recognised as one of the best for a reason, and his need for perfection in his ship was part of it. At last, everything came back in operatinal status. Opening his comm unit, he begins to speak to the hangar flight controller.

"Uh...Control, this is FLight Major Phyre, in Outlook 2 reporting all systems are green and ready to go. As soon as Outlook 1 is green, we'll be ready to go."

[Maxwell Drown]

The nervous on the inside, yet calm and collected on the outside Maxwell, hurried to the hanger bay after the mission briefing mission. His gaze immediately fell upon the TIE Executioners, brand new, and a sight to behold. As the rest of the Outlook piolets ran to their respective fighters, Maxwell jogged to his. He arrived at his ship and quickly entered the hatch.

Once seated, Maxwell sealed his helment and applied his oxygen mack. The view allowed by this craft was excelent, able to see to his sides and up and down. He then flicked on his onboard computer system. He made the adjustments needed, making sure everything was in perfect working order. Once that was completed, he flicked a switch as the engines burst to life.

[Kyle Rayner]

Kyle Rayner sat on a crate on the main flight deck. He looked at the brand-spanking-new TIE Executioner, the latest and greatest from Tarot Labs on Kyrin. He had been there once, nice planet, and one helluva good pub. A lot of thoughts raced through his head now; this mission would be the biggest one yet, and the odds were stacked against them.

This made him wonder many things. First, he wondered if he could ever reach the skills of the pilot Mark Fenix, a young pilot from the same academy he attended a few years earlier. He was the best of the best, but supposedly he died more than four years ago. Also, he wondered what his future in piloting held after this mission, maybe he'd get a job working for some private organization.

He climbed into the cockpit of the Executioner, strapped himself in and adjusted some switches on the overhead control panel, checking to see if the engine vectoring was still fully functional. With all systems go, he took off into the vacuum of space, circling around the command craft, waiting for orders.

[Koh Striker]

A man entered the hangar as he came in with his flight uniform on. He walked casually down the ramp to his ship and smirked. Koh walked beside the TIE Executioner and nodded as the rest had already left, or were ready to launch out the hangar. Running his hand across the ships frame, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the task. He went over the briefing a few times and was ready to go. The hangar was full of busy droids and crew members as they got ready for the operation. He heard engines being reved up and watched ships leave the hangar. Koh shook his head as he was the last, but he was one of the best. Simply getting into the open cockpit, Koh fastened himself into the ship. The cockpit hatch closed above him as he looked at the control panel. Koh put his fighter helmet on and rotated his neck a bit.

"Time to bust out."

He activated the engines as he was let out of the hangar. The engines activated as he was let outside of the rather large hangar. Drifting in the vastness of space for a brief time, he look outside his cockpit from under his helmet and mask. Koh spotted his other wingmen in the near vacinity and proceeded to follow. Koh immediately set his throttle and targeting systems. Making sure his shields were at full hull coverage, he made his way on the outer perimeter of the ship. Guiding the ship, he slowly manuvered the ship with the yoke. His finger ran across the weapons activating system. He ran a diagnostic check on the lasers and warhead launcher system. The results were normal on the ship as he nodded in satisfaction. Koh began to circle the command ship as well and checked into the command. Some static was on the frequency as it cleared, Koh proceeded to speak.

"Command, Outook 6 is ready to roll."

[Jet Rok]

Outside the Magfield on the moon base, one Growler Communications Ship and eleven TIE Executioners orbit the moon base in a loose formation. It was a ritual for Outlook squadron to have its leader be the last to leave the hangar bay. With everything in place, Jet ignited his repulsers and fired his Executioner to life.

He gave the engines a five second full speed burn to make sure they were in order. With everything working, Jet pulled his fighter up to the front of the other ships. Jet opened the mission comm channel and spoke,

"Outlooks, delta jump formation!"

The 12 TIE Executioners form up in a delta formation.

"Growler, due to your slower hyperdrive, you will be jumping three minutes before us. We will arrive simultaneously. Growler, Jump!"

Jet pushed a button on his control pannel and a Three minute countdown started.

"2:30 remaining. Outlooks, we are going in hot, make sure all weapons are ready for immediate fire! 2:00..."

Jet counted off the time at every thirty second interval. With 15 seconds remaining, Jet counted outloud.

"10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, JUMP!"

The 12 Executioners jumped into hyperspace for Belkadan
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Three Hours Later

"Keep the unnessacary chatter away. Open Fire!"

Jet Rok and the other Outlooks emerged from hyperspace right over Belkadan. Jet Rok, the cocky fighter jock, totally erased his good natured interrupting matter and became serious. Starfighter Fights were his life.

"Stay in Bomb Squad Formation, we are taking bombing strafing runs on the biggest Rock Ship about a click or two away."

The Executioners speed off to the largest rock ship, which seemed to be an equivalent of an SSD made of rock.

[Warmaster Vong]

<font color="red">"Warmaster! Infidel warskippers have arrived and are heading towards Vamosk."

"How many Subprefect?"

"12 warskippers and one Warcruiser. The Warcruiser seems to be staying back."

"12 Warskippers and One Warcruiser? That is it? They expect to destroy the Victory Warfleet with 12 Warskippers and one Warcruiser? Are they crazy?</font>

The Warmaster looked out the Command Ship and saw the 12 Warskippers coming towards the ship.

<font color="red">"Send the Clot Skipper Wing out to intercept. Warn them that if the Enemy kills any of them or comes near the Command Ship or any other Victory Ship, they will be punished."</font>

From an opening in the Command Ship, Thirty Six Light Coral Skippers swarm out and into the newly created battlefield. They intercept the 12 Warskippers and engage in aerial battle.

OOC: Vong ship stats can be found at www.vong.freeservers.com

[Ixar]

Ixar commands the flight of skipper, giving orders to each one. The rock like craft twist and turn as they approach the first of the infidel’s fighters. Two skippers break off and fire off shots of plasma that hit into the craft’s shields, waking the pilot up and almost bringing down the shields of the craft.

[Commander Tla]

Commander Tla watched as both ships went down, almost at the same time. He uttered an excruitiatingly loud war-cry. They had destroyed the infidels and at the same time, lost no ships. Maybe the Warmaster would not be so displeased after all.

The Commander ordered all ships return to the Warmaster's area. He ran across the bridge area, to where his tactician was sitting. He grabebd the Warmaster's direct line villip and spoke into it.

Commander Tla: <font color=red>"Warmaster, we have lost no more ships and the battle is over. All the infidels have been destroyed, and a few have been captured for testing and sacrifice. Commander Tla, awaiting further orders."

[Commander Nom Anor]

(Is this still on, now that there were alot of changes?)

[Commander Tla]

Warmaster Vong:<font color=red> "Belkadan has been won, and the forces have been scared away. Prepare to dock. The Master Shapers have already begun their work."

<font color=white>Commander Tla:<font color=red> "Yes Eminence."

<font color=white>Commander Tla diverted the small taskforce to the atmosphere. They were now in the galaxy. They would cleanse it slowly.