Greetings members of Naga Sadow,
For this mission, you have your choice of two objectives:
1) Assault the enemy flagship: Using Warhost assault craft, board the damaged enemy flagship, Hammer of Cha’kota in Agua’tah’s atmosphere. Your primary target is to capture the Dominion fleet’s leader, believed to be a high ranking and powerful Iktotchi. Secondarily, Warhost Command would greatly value any additional captured intelligence and wishes to see the vessel further disabled. Even with it’s shields down, it still has many active weapon emplacements.
2) Assault the enemy skyhook. During our brief engagement in space, a Dominion shuttle departed this skyhook under escort, before returning to it when it became clear they would not be able to escape. We believe a high-ranking dignitary may be aboard this station. They must be captured. Additionally, any other information that can be gathered would be of great use to Command.
Both of these targets are likely to be strongly guarded. Expect to face the full range of Dominion forces. What we know about them can be found in this document.
We will assist with this mission as we see fit. Sanguinius will join in the assault on the skyhook, while I will support the attack on the Hammer.
Consul Locke Sonjie
Proconsul Sanguinius Tsucyra Entar
Dur’pa yawned and blinked at the view screen in front of him again. The Clawdite sighed. There was nothing. This was the most boring post imaginable in the Dominion. The elite of his Caste served as spies, infiltrators - even special forces. But Dur’pa? Dur’pa was a satellite technician. Here he was, on the edge of the Agua’tah system, watching for signs of invasion - as if anyone would attack them here!
Suddenly, a warning klaxon began pounding through the confined chambers of the outpost. Dur’pa’s eyes widened in surprise. He stared at his screen as a mechanical, emotionless voice vocally confirmed what he was seeing.
“Unidentified contacted detected…unidentified contact detected…unidentified contact detected…”
It kept going as the station’s sensors failed to register anything as something known or expected. Before he could make sense of it, there was a new alarm.
“What does that one mean, Dur?” one of the other techs asked, his voice strained.
Dur’pa looked at his screen, then back up.
“We’ve been boarded!”
As if to punctuate his remark, the main hatchway into their central hub exploded inward. Crimson alert beacons illuminated a large, hairy mass that filled the hatchway.
Dur’pa screamed as a roar filled his ears.
Khyron-class Star Destroyer Damnation
“Tarryyhn reports the comms station is neutralized,” Locke said, Simonetti standing nearby. “The enemy won’t be getting a distress signal out soon. You may begin your attack.”
“Agreed,” Admiral Simonetti answered, turning to the bridge crew.
As he began to shout orders, Locke walked to the back of the bridge and took a turbolift one level down. There, he entered an observation deck below the main bridge, walking to stand beside a large, comfortable looking chair that was pointed toward space outside.
Locke looked down the bow of the ship, out at the stars ahead, and the blue, ocean world of Agua’tah, barely broken here and there by islands, its’ skies pockmarked by voluminous white clouds that obscured much of the surface below.
“Are you ready?” Locke asked.
Malik Sadow was seated in the chair next to him. The Neti did not move. He merely closed his eyes. Locke felt a…stirring in the Force.
“Yes,” the Neti answered.
“Then please, begin.”
The Consul felt a twinge and heightened focus as Malik’s battle meditation began. That, combined with their lightning-fast surprise assault would ensure that the Dominion fleet was quickly defeated.
They had no chance.
Khyron-class Star Destroyer Damnation
Everywhere he looked, Aul Celsus saw Warhost troops and other personnel rushing to a variety of shuttles. He carried his weapons and a medical satchel, having been instructed by his master to carry such equipment “just in case I actually get hurt.”
Darkblade himself was walking a few paces ahead of him, shouting orders and making sure the members of his House were ready for the more personal part of the assault on the Dominion. As soon as their fleet was retreating, the members of the Clan would launch their own attack.
The Quaestor’s voice abruptly quieted, and Aul knew the Anzati was talking to him. “We will crush the Dominion today,” he said, turning his head so Aul could see half of it. A wicked grin split that face. “And who knows? We might learn more about them, as well.”
That reminded Aul of one reason he was here, and he remembered.
They were on a balcony in Seng Karash, looking over the city. It was nighttime, and Sanguinius Entar stood beside him. The Proconsul was speaking. …“you and I both know that the Clan stands at a balance point between light and dark, between good and evil. If this is not carefully considered, we could go too far toward the darkness and slide into oblivion. It is a delicate act. Would you agree that we cannot abide unnecessary death?”
“Yes,” Aul answered. The destruction of life was a waste, much like losing knowledge forever. He told Sang as much.
The Proconsul laughed. "Indeed. In another age, the Krath might have appreciated your sentiment. This is why I need you. Listen very closely. Your master, Darkblade…is an unknown. I need you to watch him - just watch - and report back if he is causing any unnecessary death…
His flashback was ended by a new voice in the docking bay. This one was loud, over a speaker:
“The enemy fleet retreats into the skies of their world! Assault teams, prepare to disembark! Onward, for the Warhost and Sadow!”
Any further thought was lost in the cheering and heightened movement of those in the docking bay as they made final preparations for their attack.
Khyron-class Star Destroyer Damnation
Locke could feel and see the Damnation’s turbolasers firing, massive sweeps of emerald energy arcing away from the ship below him . He watched as the heavy cruiser Retribution and the Victory star destroyer Covenant supported the larger flagship, a swarm of fighters from the Final Way covering them. The fleet’s interdictor followed the larger craft in, it’s gravity wells preventing the Dominion fleet from escaping. It was a gamble to take so much of the fleet away from their home system, but this was a gamble they had to take. There just weren’t enough other options.
As they suffered damage, the Dominion fleet slowly began retreating into Agua’tah’s upper atmosphere, closely protecting their flagship, ID’d as the Hammer of Cha’kota. Even at this distance, the Hammer was smoldering from damage. The Warhost’s tactical advisors had noted that the world’s large clouds would shroud the enemy craft and that bringing the fleet’s capital ships into that would likely trigger a trap. That was why the rest of this operation would need to be handled very delicately, and rely mostly on fighters and assault craft.
Rhaiz Corra deftly piloted his X-Wing around another towering pillar of clouds, staying near its edge, but outside of the cloud itself. There was something strange about the clouds of this world. They played with scanners and made it difficult to pick up the position of other craft. His squadron slowly rounded the massive cloud and leveled off, a large opening in the clouds beyond them.
He cursed quietly at the sight before him, then flipped on the fleet’s frequency.
“Command, this is Blue One. We’ve located the Hammer.”
Beyond them lay a star destroyer, billowing smoke from a gash in the neck of it’s command tower. Enemy fighters - mostly TIE models of varying quality - swarmed around it like gnats, and there were other, smaller corvettes nearby.
“We’re going to need a lot of back up. In the meantime, Blue Group, let’s clear a path for our assault craft.”
It was going to be a busy day.