Abyssal waypoint

[Freedon Nadd]

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Faction Orientation: Naddist forces

Once a dwarf star on the farthest reaches of the Skyriver galaxy, Gekk-4045 now dead, cracked and cooled by the vacuum of space, is now the temporary base for the Dark War-Lord Freedon Nadd.

Mere moments after its final death throws, it became the site of a viscous space battle, in where Freedon Nadd barely survived a final assault from the Rak'ti'gah, an alien race from another galaxy, far far away. Who for the past few years had battle with Freedon on their own turf. Having been pulled through the wayport back to a distant galaxy they were all destroyed.

Freedon is now using the husk of the star to construct, quite literally, a starbase. Harvesting and recycling the debris from the battle.[/glow]

[Freedon Nadd]

Folding his arms around him, Freedon gazed out over the main hanger bay of the Dragondorf. All the remaining crafts, every last intact fighter or shuttle, was able to dock in one bay. This was discouraging, because even though this was the main hanger, there were almost 10 others across the entirety of the ship.
Beside him stood his two remaining commanders, Natherax and Argoth, Argoth had been moved to the Naysayer after its previous commander, Harbison, was crushed to death by a broken beam on the control deck. Freedon himself would command the Dragondorf now.
Natherax extended his hand, in it he held a datacard with numbers.
My Lord, the remaining ships are being reorganized into new squadrons as we speak, most of the flights are from ships that were destroyed. And your Alphas. We may be able to still salvage more fighters from the fields, just yesterday we found 14 fighters alone dark, and their pilots dead, but intact.

Letting the air rush out of him in a sigh, Freedon unfolded his arms and took the datacard in his un-gloved hand.
Ships and men can be obtained.. Annoying as it is, I refuse to have this ship under girdled. Take The Epic One out to the nearest habited solar system, Find what you need there and take it. Minds can be made up for us. And Natherax.. Don't get anything under a meter this time....

The Commander bowed and left quickly, his aids trailing after him.
Argoth. You will have the unfortunate duty of staying in this system. But send out all these shuttles and freighters to get supply. Fill the dragons belly.
The other Commander also bowed the left Freedon alone. Taking another look around the warlord rolled his eyes and muttered a swear from a tongue long forgotten. He to turned and left the rather miserable site.

[Freedon Nadd]

As he entered his personal chambers, frustration and anger rolled off of him, anger at his failure and need to return to this pathetic galaxy, and frustration over its state. He had never intended on returning, but if ever he did, it should have been at least a conquerers return.

Collapsing into his meld form chair, He pulled off his glove, setting it on the stand next to him. Years ago, he could not recall when, he had lost the other. Freedon wasn't one to replace the irreplaceable, so he dealt with having just one.

Popping his neck, he continued to stew in thought for several hours, before musing a scheme. Focusing on the datacard that held the names of the losses and the dead, and on perhaps, the only 'friend' left alive in this place, He began to spin this song, a series of thoughts and images, mentally projected, explaining the story of his intergalactic voyage and what it pertained.

[Freedon Nadd]

Commander Natherax ship, The Naysayer prepped for Hyperspace, They had be given an acceptable amount of fighters and transport craft to execute a small raid. Granted the Naysayer was a mighty craft on its own, but would need the smaller ships in order to really deliver a threat.

As the Naysayer pulled away from the dead star, it had a small system already chosen for its target. Soon the streams of light stretched and the Ship was gone.

The first real movement of the Naddist forces since their return.

[Freedon Nadd]

Scouts came and went everyday, Bringing information on target systems. It had been a few weeks now, Argoth was bored of sitting in this desolate Star Remnant, his construction teams had nearly finished the patchwork station. Large sections of previous Naddist ship glued together to create a rather large and well protected space platform.

As interesting as building was Argoth listened to the battle reports from Xo, and coveted the excitement of the engagement.
A message came to him from the Dragondorf, Freedon was moving on Ord Janon, an out of the way planet sure to have a goody or two for them. Weapons, who knows what sort of technology was advanced in the 10 years they had been away. While he sat and pondered the possibilities someone disrupted his thoughts.
'Commander, we have 2 vessels exiting hyperspace in quadrant Besh-18-45. They appear to be two older Star Destroyers.'

Argoth stood to his feet.
They are Gladiators, Deck officer. Freedon sent them back to us, part of the plunder. Bring them on screen.
When the image of a full Imperial crew and a single Naddist Sith came to max resolution, the Sith spoke up at once.
'Commander Argoth, I return to you from the Highest War Lord, we bring ourselves as support, and we bring refreshment for the station.'
Excellent. We will allow you to birth with us in Hangers 4 and 5. Have everything unloaded and distributed in 2 hours.
The Sith nodded its head and the image faded out. Argoth had learned you must demand respect from the sith, or not receive it at all.

[Freedon Nadd]

The Dragondorf ripped out of hyperspace near the Way-point, followed abruptly by a unmarked ISD3, The Naysayer appeared shortly after the first two.
As the other two ships formed up along side the Dragondorf shuttles were sent out to the Abyssal station.

With all of Freedon's newly acquired forces gathered the burnt out star didn't look as empty and void anymore, though not nearly as strong as it was just weeks earlier, the ball was certainly gaining speed, 3 smaller Gladiators, the medium ISD3, the two Naddist warships, Naysayer and Epic One, and of course the Dragondorf, was a decent start.
Freedon mused these things as his shuttle docked to the newly constructed base, With this he he could hit a larger target, with that he could hit another, and another, it was how he had first started out. The ship yard at Xo and been sufficient to produce the fighters needed to fill the bellies of his ships again. Yes things were looking up once more for the Dark War-Lord.

The clanging of the ramp meeting decking brought him out of his thoughts. As he exited a small ceremonial party stood in rank out front, it amused him to let his men do these things. Performance on the battlefield was how they advanced in the ranks, but if they felt the need for this, so be it.
As soon as his boots hit the durasteel of the station his commanders Argoth and Natherax quickly fell in beside him as he walked away from the shuttles.

They entered a short hallway that lead to a meeting chamber, Freedon took the head and the commanders sat facing him. A forth join moments later.
The newest attendee to the group had two stormtroopers and a sith warrior with him, behind them was a troop on Naddist Shock soldiers that stayed outside the room, The sith waited for Freedon to motion him away before leaving the turncoat Imperial.

Standing before Freedon, between the other two commanders, clearly nervous, Captain Jorin Sarkon waited as the Sith Lord probed over him with his dark gaze, the black eyes un-nerved the Imperial even more. What was he waiting for? What was he looking for?
Clearing his throat as if on queue.
Captain Sarkon, you seem like a smart man. Surrender is not always the cowards way out, Sometimes it is the smartest way out. If I decide you are worth it, I expect you to never surrender again. You will die in my service.

Well he certainly is abrupt thought the Captain.
Though it was assumed you were dead by most intelligence organizations, Your reputation still stands Dark one, I will fully submit my ship and men to your services. As a testament to my loyalty I will gladly provide you with anything you may need from me.

Nodding, Freedon spoke.
Well then, you will be briefed by commanders Natherax and Argoth on exactly way I am not dead. In turn you will tell them everything your mind holds.

With that he stood and without another word or space for another comment to be made by the others, left for the comfort of his quarters aboard the Dragondorf.
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[Commander Natherax]

Commander Natherax folded his arms across his chest as Freedon left, his gaze finally free to fall on this Captain Sarkon.
'Captain, Please, Theres nothing you can tell us now our researchers will not be able to extract from your files, We do not need you alive, any one of our captains is more than ready to take command of your ship, what can you truly offer us.'

Natherax was a well built man, having spent his time in every aspect of the battlefield he was very capable leader, nor would he give an order he wouldn't or hadn't at one time done himself. The Captain shifted his weight, obviously understanding though Freedon was gone, the pressure was from from up, so he spoke, and continued to speak for several hours, giving out verbal clutter on all matters. When asked about future targets, he already had a list of ideas, he did not stammer on that, Natherax saw that as thinking clearly. A good sign.

So the two commanders pulled all they could from Sarkon, finding out of a company that while sized down from its past glory, built capital ship, and capital sized ships, for the private sector. big name smugglers, warlords, private governments. Rich people with nothing better to do. Rendili close to the core, it would be a good footing, it would give them no questioned asked ship supply, and information on any more of the activity in the goings and comings of the galaxy.

So it would be done, well over five hours later the commander sent word to Freedon, who gave the go ahead to move whatever forces needed.

Natherax knew this would be the first real show of the Naddist return, he would have to make it look presentable. The Naysayer, the ISD3, and the three gladiators would be needed, it was a shipyards after all.

Once returning to his ship, it was another hour before the signs of their movement took place, he conferenced with Argoth who would stay behind, the epic one was patrolling the Xo/Abyssal route, and the Dragondorf would stay for now at the waypoint.

This Sarkon would get his chance to prove his metal, or be blown from the sky trying. Natherax hoped for a good show either way.

[Commander Natherax]

With the flight plan plotted, the Naddist forces would make it to Rendili without showing its face to too many systems before hand.

The five ships gathered into formation, then blipped out into the infinite streams of hyperspace.

[Satra Norith]

Satra walked along the hallways of the Abyssal Station - she had long since grown used to the speed at which the Naddist forces could convert something as seemingly useless as a dead star into something useful and worthwhile. It was a precedent Satra hoped they would also employ on the broken and worthless portions of this Galaxy.

They were making a good start and as she understood it had recently sent out a task force to take yet another step in that direction. Despite the conditions of their return to know space Satra thought things were looking pretty good.

[Freedon Nadd]

Sitting in the confines of the Dragondorf's main meditation chamber, Freedon Nadd watched as the Rendili attack force proceeded. His thoughts capable of seeing through any of his minions eyes, he felt as if he was there in physical form. Even from the farthest reach of the Galaxy his battle meditation drove his troops to fight harder and faster, to serve and honor their master.
But even for the Dark War Lord, projecting his psyche was tasking, and he had been at it for the 3 days it took his men to get there and the hours they had been in battle now. He Trusted Natherax, and with one last urge he withdrew.

As his eyes opened they shown red and golden, as the power of the darkside subsided they returned to the much more 'normal' deep blackened pits, Like undisturbed water at the bottom of an old well. Freedon reached a hand to his face and felt the scruff of a three day old beard upon his chin.

Hmph..

Setting his gaze out the view port in front of him, he could see the Waypoint Station, and the Epic one hanging in front of him. The sky was dark here, distant stars hidden behind the frozen sun shed no light. Only the dim glow from the stations portholes and the trails of trust from the mining droids lite space before him.
It was a strange site, very quiet, very distant and alone. Part of him liked the stillness this desolate refuge provided, after so many years long years of war. But, he would be glad to see the fruits of his newest labor. As plans unfolded themselves from the force Freedon's eye beset his new target.
Soon, very soon, would he see the turmoil of life filled systems.

Standing the Sith commed control.
Take us to Dubrillion, the Force deems it worthy of a visit.

[Satra Norith]

Satra, along with a few of her companions had been summoned to the dragondorf - and although they had not been given the specifics of the mission, all of them knew better then to question or ask for an explanation. He would tell them what was required of them as needed...and until then nobody expected anything else.

[Freedon Nadd]

As soon as the shuttle from the Waypoint Station had landed in the Dragondorfs berth, the effects of the hyperdrive units was felt.

Freedon awaited his Sith to join him in the Meditation chambers, Turning his chair from view-port to face toward the back of the room, where half a dozen crystal filled ponds lay, spaced evenly around a platform where the Sith gathered as they entered.

He had called on five of his most promising force users, They had all shown great talent in the last few months of the Rak'ti battles. The most recent member to join this group was Satra Norith, who, had survived her Ship in the final battle with the Rak'ti by literally jumping out the airlock. She had wrapped herself in the darkside to protect against the vacuum of space and landed on the hull of the Epic one, where she then crawled through a damaged section to the safety of the Ship. It had been a most respectable show of power. And That's why he had chosen her to join them on this mission.

After a moment of staring at the five, he rose to his feet and stepped down onto the platform.
Around you are Dark side Crystals, you all know what they are, having the ability to store energy from the force They grow ever more stronger as they are near Force users. By simple osmosis they are increased.
One might be able to tap into their wells of force energy to do almost anything. They are weapons in the hands of Darksiders like myself, a trained mind could even pull the fire from the stars, as my master once did. But be wary, because they could also overwhelm, and destroy you.

Now. I didn't call you to me so that you could hear something you've heard before. We are going to a nearby system called Dubrillion, a planet that was Vongformed over 200 years ago in the first Vong wars. Almost all of its surface was consumed by the alien life.
Since then its been a research planet, both for the Galactic Alliance, and those of the Fel Empire, the Imperial Remnants that hold bitterly to life. Captain Sarkon has brought it too my attention again and we will strike it, taking any informational tidbit we can, there is supposedly a Imperial knight outpost on this planet, which leads us to Assume it holds greater secrets then biological research.

I want all of you to choose a Crystal pond to sit near, and slowly draw on it's energy, to guide you into a deep meditation, a power up if you will. It will aid you in the coming assault. You may begin now.
With that Freedon himself sat down on the floor next to a crystal pond, one tuned to him already, and entered a meditation.

[Satra Norith]

Satra listens along with the others as Freedon relays their goals - and his reasoning for asking them to join him here by the crystal ponds. She is privately pleased to have been included in this august court and outwardly eager to prove herself to and better then those who have been a part of it for longer then herself. Satra was willing to take orders...but harbored a gnawing desire to higher on the totem pole then she was at the moment. It was a very sith-like and natural desire to her way of thinking and when Freedon finished his speech and sank into meditation near one of the crystal ponds - Satra was swift to lay claim to the one nearest him, much to the ire of her fellows.

None of them however seemed willing to do more then glare so Satra merely smiled smugly and sat down once they had settled by their own respective ponds. Focusing on her chosen pond Satra sighed slightly as the crystals power began to help lul her into a deep meditation.

[Commander Natherax]

The uneasy quiet about the Abyssal Fortress was momentarily broken, as a single fighter blipped out of hyperspace. It was a top of the line fighter just recently developed, or more, redeveloped by the Naddist forces. It's hyperdrive engines several points faster than any other ship in the fleet.

Which followed a mere 1.3 minutes after. Even badly damaged the Naysayer was able to keep a relative pace with the other ships, last to emerge from hyperspace it took over the quadrant space now flooded with activity.

The Waypoint's construction vessels took to the sky eager to begin a new project, repairing the Naysayer and the newly acquired ships from Rendilli.

From Natherax's seat in the command bridge aboard the Naysayer it appeared the Abyssal's base had been reached a stage of completion due to resources, it was both appealing and discouraging, if Commander Jatal worked too swiftly he could had greater strain on Natherax's movements and make him look bad. He would just had to pick up the pace and take more territory.

[The Corellian Navy]

[9 days after the attack on Rendili]

"Reversion to realspace in 20 seconds, captain."

"HIMS status?"

"23% of entrance velocity, which puts us at 108 MGLT.
Projected course through the system is coming up on the board now."

"15 seconds."

"Engineering. As soon as we make realspace, get the folders spun up. We should be fine with the gravitic output from that black dwarf, but I want a quick getaway if it turns out they have CGTs."

"Aye, captain."

"Reynard, are you ready?"

"10 seconds."

"Always. It'll take a miracle for them to even detect the Cronau radiation."

"If the briefing was any indication, the objective deals almost exclusively in miracles."

"Yes, Commander. I'm well aware, though parsing what is real and what is superstition and old wives tales isn't something I can do easily."

"Let's just stick to the basics, gentlemen. Get in, poke around, get out. And in the event of detection, eliminate step 2."

"5....4.....3.....2......1.......Exit"

[...]

The CNS Monomi exits hyperspace a handful of astronomical units away from Gekk-4045, a recently collapsed black dwarf several light years outside of the Tingel Arm. The distance from the star and vastness of this part of space give the Prowler a statistical advantage as far as detection went, along with the jettisoned gaseous debris left over from the solar burn-out.

The Monomi uses her HIMS system to convert her hyperspace momentum to exit velocity, proceeding on a course decided upon ahead of time that would put it in a long slingshot orbit around the dead star, making sublight drives (and their subsequent drive signatures) unnecessary. At this distance, it didn't really matter, but the briefing from Centerpoint had been very clear that no chances were to be taken for this mission.

If all went well, the Monomi would spend a few days in silent running, hidden from all but the most sophisticated sensors and tactics, lazily orbiting the system's star and gathering intelligence on the as-of-yet unseen raiders that attacked Rendili 9 days prior. If things didn't go quite as favorably, they would take what they could and bang out, reporting on the hostilities upon a return back to Corellian space.

But for now, they were a tiny speck in the middle of an unending vastness. It would take a quarter hour before they started getting any kind of EM radiation from the center of the system at their current velocity.

All they had to do was sit, and wait.