Bridge, Command Deck
Dreadnaught-class Collective a70 Heavy Cruiser Thala
The planet Arx. The seat of power of the Dark Brotherhood following the loss of the Antei System, it was the real target. The biggest fish they could fry, figuratively speaking. Their own forces were already nearly unstoppable, but if Arx fell, it would deal a catastrophic and crippling blow to those wretched Force Users. Better yet, this war against their kind and supporters would almost be at an end, with the power returning to the real people of the galaxy.
Through Passion, I Gain Strength.
The captain of the custom-built, mostly-automated Collective a70 Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser Thala stood at the helm of his vessel’s command deck with his eyes nearly glossed over. The blue streaks of travel through hyperspace blazed past his view and the cruiser itself as he stood with his arms crossed behind his back, with a rigid and firm stance. A staunch man with years of military service under his belt, Captain Ken’ick was one of the first men to enlist with Rath Oligard’s forces. Ken’ick was a true believer of Oligard’s vision of a galaxy free from the influence of the Force, wishing death to the cosmic power.
If Ken’icks own family had not been murdered due to the campaigns of the Brotherhood - like the Collective’s leader - then perhaps the slightly above middle-aged man would not be in his current position, with his thoughts focused only on vengeance. Yet here he was, leading a Collective Battlegroup to assault the Brotherhood’s homeworld. Their crown jewel of power.
“Sir,” began a nondescript officer that wore traditional officer’s attire for a member of the Liberation Front, the main fighting force behind The Collective. “We’re approaching the Arx System now. We’ll be arriving in the next few minutes, and have no doubt triggered their early-warning defenses.”
“Very well then,” Captain Ken’ick turned his head to the right to peer back over his shoulder, nodding, “Bring up all fleet defenses, focus power on the front deflector shields and prime our weapons to fire the moment we leave hyperspace.”
The officer saluted before taking his leave of his captain’s presence.
Conference Room C-09, Corridor CL-2
Deck 3, Mattock Station
Planet Arx, Arx System
“A promising proposal. A very promising proposal indeed,” stated the head Severian representative as he rubbed his chin in thought. Several representatives from both parties, the Severian Principate and Arx Capital Exchange - sometimes known as ACE - were seated at the large and lavish conference room table. Each group had a small protective detail situated both in and outside the room, but neither hoped to need them.
Though the Severian representative was distracted with the proposition made by the opposing delegates, one of his guards was not, and a small flash caught the corner of his eyesight. “Hmm?” the guard mused to himself quietly. Curious as a Togorian cub, he positioned himself closer to the room’s smaller viewport and gazed through the transparisteel glass to view the pitch black space and a portion of the planet below. Unfortunately, that was not all that was present outside the window. A sizable fleet of unknown origin appeared through the slightly reflective glass. The guard’s eyes went wide, and he turned to face the rest of those gathered.
“We’re under attack!”
Zxyl took three armored steps forward as the door to the room directly across the hall from Conference Room C-09 slid open, ignoring the Principate and ACE security as he tapped the control panel directly adjacent to the conference room door. With a quick woosh, that door slid open as well, to reveal both negotiating parties beginning to turn frantic. Neither delegation had signed up for an attack from an outside force, let alone in their current location. The assembled group turned to gaze upon the new entrant, already fearful for what may come through the door.
The almost-menacing appearance of the newest Taldrya’s gun-metal grey Mandalorian armor and non-traditional helmet gave them slight pause, but they relaxed when they realized he meant no harm. The half-breed’s helmeted head turned to face the visiting party once he’d seen the incoming forces through the viewport. Already, smaller rumbles - most likely from explosions - began to vibrate the room as the Collective’s fleet began its assault on Mattock Station.
Immediately after they had reverted to realspace and deployed their forces in full, one of the enemy force’s Dreadnaught-class vessels targeted the engines of a Dark Council-affiliated Vindicator-class Cruiser undergoing a retrofit, causing catastrophic damage to the vessel within seconds. The triangle-shape cruiser exploded in its dry-dock berth. The blast rocked the nearby portions of the station, blowing holes in the side and shattering transparisteel windows in the vicinity. The dry-dock itself was completely annihilated, and debris from both it and the Vindicator drifted slowly downward, towards Arx’s planetary shield.
“To the center of the station, if you want to survive this day,” Zxyl Venzos Taldrya declared to the group still gathered before him inside Conference Room C-09, before raising his right arm and tapping on the black and red viewscreen present on his vambrace. Taldryan had an interest in protecting this station as well, and now it wouldn’t be long before they joined the fray, too.
Through Power, I Gain Victory.