Operation: Blitzkrieg

[Darth Viscera]

OOC-This is a fleet RP which takes place right after Thrawn and the taking of Coruscant.

The 1st and 2nd fleets of the Galactic Military Alliance exited hyperspace at their massing point, and prepared for battle.

Aboard his flagship, Interim Diktat Darth Viscera shouted orders at techs and junior bridge officers, attempting to make certain the fleets were ready for battle.

"Make certain that all starfighters are ready for battle and fully fueled. Sound a red alert on all fleets, and have gunners at standby positions. All superlaser-equipped cruisers are instructed to charge their primary weapons."

Viscera's Aide de l'Armada walked up to him, and handed him a datapad. The latest daily report.

"Excellent. Signal Grand Admiral Darthporeon that we will have allies on this expedition, along with my compliments. Contact me when our friends have arrived. I will be in my quarters."

[DarthPoreon]

Virgil: Grand Admiral Poreon, according to Interim Diktat, we have allies on this mission. He assured me you would know what he is talking about.

Poreon: Yes, Virgil. You are dismissed.
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As the secratary leaves the room DarthPoreon swivels his chair about and gazes out the viewport at the scene unfolding. Too many ships to count were gathering. The Grand Admiral smiled, a content smile.

[R9 Disco]

**Having Snuck Aboard one of the Smaller Ships, one of the SD's was easy. His Evil Processing Chip Starts Thinking. To Him, Everyone But "friends" where targets to his jokes and very Dangrous Mischief, and this ship was just a REALLY big target. R9 rolls over to a bin marked Explosives, he uses his hacking tools to crack the lock. Before he can start on his trouble making, Something catches his Optical lens. He Rolls over to a Ship Mainframe Outlet, and right next to it was a escape pod. A Idea Forms.**

[Darth Viscera]

R9 Disco: You'll have to come up with a story which tells us all how it is that you infiltrated our drydocks wearing an afro, a pink shirt and pink boots, and a gold chain. You're not exactly very inconspicuous. You can't just appear on someone else's ship, you know. If you can't do this, your post will be ignored.

[R9 Disco]

**Has Been Reprogramed and Runs away from the Bad, Bad Man**

[Nupraptor]

OOC - I believe that colour is "fuschia", not pink. Although I could be wrong. :)

[The Lounge Lizard]

OOC: Is SCARED that Nup knows the difference.

[GuardPiett]

Human Replica Droid Sean Piett AA23 sat slumped in the command chair of the Eclipse Star Destroyer Champion of the first Sovereign Fleet. The synthetic skin of his left hand clicked against the soft cushion of the chair as he gazed out the transparasteel viewport out at the streaks of starlight. As a droid, he could not enjoy these, and though boasting a complex artificial inteligence program, his abilities stopped at feelings. Pain, hate, love, beauty.. All these things he was blind to.

Though he did not see them, he knew that fifty-nine other ships lay nearby, also in hyperspace. Ranging from the vast Eclipse Star Destroyers to the large, though minute in comparrison, Lancer Frigates. "Mappers, give me estimated time to rendezvous."
"One point five hours to Sullust, sir," said the man, datapad in hand as he furiously typed. "Orders for when we exit hyperspace?" AA23 rubbed his chin slightly with his index finger in thought. "No, not at the moment. just keep on the scheduled course.."

[GuardPiett]

Hyperspace fleet exits.

[Sane Karno]

OOC: Piett your char is an HRD? If so... how is it that he's a Sith?

[Darth Viscera]

"Sir, an allied fleet has just exited hyperspace," the sensors officer called up from the crew pit.

"Just one? They promised two fleets for this operation," replied Aide de l'armada Commodore Gafhren.

"No, sir. Just one fleet. 60 ships in total, sir."

"Fine. I'll report it to the diktat. He probably knows what to make of a change in plans such as this.

[Darth Viscera]

Viscera gets tired of waiting, so he decides to go attack something in the interim.

"Drop a message pod. Tell Piett that we're out conducting raids, and to contact us through the hypercomm when he gets here. When he contacts us, we'll head back, and follow through with the mission as planned. We just need something to attack right now."

[Darth Viscera]

The 1st and 3rd GMA Fleets enter hyperspace, heading for Obra-skai.

[GuardPiett]

OOC: Sane, my charactor is sith, but an HRD of him is controlling this mission, seeing as i have another RP coming up.

IC: Aboard the ESSD, AA23 fidgeted. The comm was bursting with sound.

Sir, second fleet is present.

Excellent, slave their hyperspace routes to ours. And open comm with viscera..

[Darth Viscera]

"Sir, we're receiving a hail. Hypercomm only."

It must be Piett.

"Patch it through. Bridge only."

A miniature holo of Piett appeared in front of Viscera's command chair.