Dubrillion

[Grand Admiral Telif Slavik]

Faction orientation: Imperial Remnant

Dubrillion was a formerly lush green planet with beautiful oceans and lush-green continents, framed with fluffy white clouds. It was the sister world of Destrillion.
The planet was located in the Outer Rim Territories near Dantooine and Muunilinst. There was an asteroid field near the planet. Dubrillion was Lando Calrissian's main base for his asteroid operation and housed many luxury suites and grand cities. During the Yuuzhan Vong War, the planet was Vongformed, destroying its forests and cities.

During the Galactic Civil War, the Dubrillion system hosted a factory and testing facility for new weapons. In the midst of a Dubrillion ocean was a huge superlaser, which was a prototype laser for the second Death Star. It was destroyed by Rogue Squadron with the help of newly defected Imperial General Crix Madine after several Rebel Alliance ships passing the planet were destroyed by a beam coming from Dubrillion.
In the Yuuzhan Vong War, Dubrillion was one of the first worlds to fall to the Yuuzhan Vong. The Vong set up a base camp in the nearby asteroid field, and for two months attacked ships traveling to and from Dubrillion. When the New Republic arrived to help evacuate the planet, the Yuuzhan Vong burst out from the asteroid field, destroying countless ships carrying refugees.
After the New Republic forces had retreated, the Yuuzhan Vong invaded the planet. Using their biotechnology, they terraformed the planet, breaking down buildings and swallowing roads. Shedao Shai oversaw the terraforming of Dubrillion, and chose the planet as the main base for the Yuuzhan Vong in the Outer Rim. The remaining citizens that had been unable to flee attempted to hide, but were eventually found and tortured or killed.
Within days, only minimal trace of the original Dubrillion remained. However, the Dubrillion Aquarium was left alone by the invaders because of its vast collection of galactic marine life, which appealed to the Yuuzhan Vong's reverence of life.

[Freedon Nadd]

Just outside of the Dubrillion system lies a vast asteroid belt, separating the planet of Dubrillion from the rest of the systems planets. On the far side of the belt the mighty Dragondorf slipped out of hyperspace, it's cannons began sweeping away the massive drifting objects as it moved into the cluttered belt.

Freedon Nadd pulled out of his meditation as they emerged from the slipstream of light, his eyes once again opening to reveal the swirling torrents of dark fire, that slowly faded from him. The Dark WarLord stood to his feet in one spinning motion, turning himself 180 degrees to face the center of the room. Around him sat his Sith apprentices, warriors of the dark force, They seemed to all be pulling out of their own meditations as well already.

Not waiting for them to get up Freedon reached out his hand and his cloak rushed to it, pulled by the force, as he whipped it around himself he headed out of the meditation chamber, his Five quickly making their way to follow him.

Marching down the hallway his boots made a deep thudding sound on the thick plated floor. During his Meditation he had seen a great weapon hit the Naysayer, this did not brood well with him, but Natherax would handle it himself, Freedon had his own matters to attend to now. The planet Dubrillion and its secrets were at his finger tips.

[Freedon Nadd]

Freedon's hand landed on the struggling solider's head as he slumped to his knees. Grinning the Dark warlord spoke.
"Fwoosh.."
A bright white light flashed as the Sith hyper activated the molecules in the troopers skull causing it to burst into flames. Removing head hand the body crumpled to the floor.
Stepping back Freedon surveyed the destruction around. Corpses were flung all over the place, his five gathering towards him, smudges of soot and dirt, splashes of blood and organic matter covered them from head to toe. They had been battling the Imperial forces here at Dubrillion for the majority of the day, ever since their presence was discovered. A foolish mistake on behalf of one of his 5, their life would be spared for now. The battle had been inevitable anyways.

They had been fighting in the main entrance to fort for the majority of the battle, but recently pushed into the inner most rooms of the barracks.
The Force users stationed here had proven themselves in combat, proven that they would in fact not be a threat to Freedon's coming onslaught.
The Remnants of the once great Empire were measly, but they had surplus, and bodies. Freedon needed both, if any other advancement was to be made.
Clipping his lightsaber to his belt the Warlord spoke again.
"One and two, get into the science mainframe and take all you can. Three and Four, Clean up any stragglers, if there are any. Five.. with me."

As the 5 began to move, the one Called Five strode up to him confidently. Freedon motioned and went to the research facilities, there was something there calling to him.

[Freedon Nadd]

It had been several days since the Dubrillion re-enforcements had arrived, planet side Imperial troops were entrenched around the science lab/barracks Freedon had captured. They had proven incompetent completely untrained, whomever was in command of the defense force thought the same trick over and over might eventually work, clearly he did not know with whom he was dealing with. It was quite possible they didn't even know how many either. Five of Freedon's finest and himself at times, had easily dispatched every assault launched at them. At least they had enough sense to try blocking communications between the planet and the Dragondorf, with were mostly successful, after all, the force was Freedon's ally.

The Dragondorf, in all it's glory was maintaining its protected route, where in one day's time it knew more Naddist forces would be arriving. Like a Aggressive predator mother, it guarded its space lane, and kept the sky's above clear of enemy fighters. It would not be long for even more Imperial ships to arrive, but the Dragondorf would last.

[Commander Natherax]

The double spear headed shape of the Naysayer pierced into space 420 meters from the trajectory given to them by the Dragondorfs crew. Unfortunetly for the Imperial cruiser located in that space prior the the Naysayers arrival, the re-enforce haul of the 2nd mightiest warship in the Naddist fleet moving just out of faster than light speeds, completely obliterated the cruiser. Damage was more then desired to the Naysayer and the helmsman would be punished for his incompetence. None the less, it was a magnificent display for the new Arrivals to the battle field.

Ships were appearing everywhere now, following close to their flagship. Imperial began to pull away, attempting to flee from the Naddist Task Force that had just appeared in their midst, the angry turbolaser fire chewing away shields and ships skeletons cracked by missile barrage.

Despite the opening damage the Imperial commander leading the navy was clearly smarter than the one Planetside, which had reported near mental tactics in the last transmissions from the Dragondorf, did his best to recollect his fleet, which was fairly sizable, and reposition between the Naddist armada and the planet.

If it wasn't obvious to the Remnant Empire before, it should be now, that they were under attack, not just by pirates, but by someone who clearly wanted something they had.
Natherax had made 6 stops before this one, they had all been hit and run attacks, stealing ships and slaving them together, it had taken a lot of resources, but everyone under his command had become very capable over the past 10 years of war.

Re-enforcements were sure to come, but it would be to late, it already was, before they were capture missions, now, now they were to destroy.
And like a hungry Rancor in a elder-care home, things were getting ugly real quick.

[The Corellian Navy]

[2248 hrs, CST]
[CNS Monomi, Capt. Aldir Serat commanding, maintaining station in Dubrillion system's asteroid belt]

Twenty-one days since the Monomi had left Centerpoint behind, and Aldir had spent the majority of that time watching world after world fall to what initial briefings had classified as a pirate band. That all these worlds and outposts were under Remnant control was an important detail that he made sure to note in his official reports, but the images and numbers filtering through both Reynard's statistical and analytical routines and the Monomi's sensor suite spoke of unbridled conquest for the sake of conquest.

He was starting to get the feeling that what he was experiencing here wasn't a rational actor, simply exercising military power to address a grievance or acquire resources. It was like watching a predator, or a disease.... unthinking, but coordinated, powerful, and very deadly.

He hadn't gotten much sleep. The job of building a case study of this battlegroup's actions was complicated by the fact that, aside from the ships that had been obviously commandeered, nothing about this force made any sense. Encryption keys were completely foreign to Rey's experience, classifying the unknown supercarrier was eating away a sizable amount of processing power, and trying to fit the snippets of conversation they were able to decrypt into a larger whole had kept him up for long portions of the shipboard days.

But despite the herculean effort and lost sleep in not only running a Prowler but keeping it hidden, a concrete story was beginning to emerge. A story Aldir remembered from the long, dark years of the Second Yuuzhan Vong Incursion.

A story he wished would just stay a story.

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A chime at Cpt. Serat's ready room entrance.

Aldir opens his eyes at the tail end of a cat nap, having finally allowed himself to doze off for - he looks at the ship's clock read out - about 3 hours.

"Enter."

Cmdr. Obresian walks through the hatch, carrying one of the AI-linked datapads that serve as wireless workstations for the crew. While not yet an expert on reading human body language and expressions, the Chistori male quickly realizes his captain's distinct lack of wakefulness.

"I've come at a bad time, sir. I'll let you rest."

Aldir bids him enter and sit at the cramped ready room desk with an impatient gesture: "No no no. Plenty of time when we're dead. Come in, what's up?"

"I've a few....concerns....captain."

Aldir sighs explosively: "Mal, if this is about crossing into Remnant space again, I think I made it-"

"-sufficiently clear that our mandate permits border intrusion in the case of an observational posting, yes. We discussed it at length."

"Alright....then what's this about?"

Obresian wasn't an expert at human non-verbal communication, but his species' straightforward approach was well suited to making a dramatic point.

Obresian opens his datapad to display a holographic projection of the supercarrier. It isn't one of the models Rey had put together, however. It was historical footage, dated 12 years prior.

"The Battle of the Hesperides. That supercarrier, I remember where I'd seen it before. It was a case study I wrote at the academy. A minor skirmish between a Yuuzhan Vong hunter-killer battleground and an aid convoy bound for Chandrila, with Corellian forces assisting. The battlegroup was finishing off the last of the escort ships when the carrier jumped into the system, disabling a cruiser analogue and destroying five corvette analogues before the Vong forces fled. One of the surviving Corellian vessels captured this."

Aldir sits and watches the battle recording, the blankness of his expression interrupted only by him reaching out to rotate the view angle now and again.

"Where were you during the Yuuzhan Vong war, Mal?"

The reptilian XO twists his head slightly to the right, aligning one of his eyes directly at his commander.... the Chistori gestures for mild surprise and curiosity.

"A refugee, like most. Not yet an emigre, nor a citizen, of Corellia. That came afterward."

The captain nods....of course he already knew this. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers.

"I was a Lieutenant, assigned to a rescue and salvage corvette with one of the rag tag battlegroups the new Diktat put together after we pushed the Vong upstar to the Kiris Belt," he says, eyes glazing over with history.

"It was what the ancient Corellian sailors would've called cutlass-work. It was bitter and savage fighting until the very last Vong ship smashed itself against one of ours, because they'd been ordered to fight to the last. It was the bloodiest naval engagement of the war, ran on forever without respite or mercy on either side."

His fingers curl into fists as they rest on the tabletop.

"But as bad as it seemed at the time, it wasn't as bad as some of the stories we were hearing about. Tall tales about massive phantom ships that came and went as they pleased, burning entire Vong-held worlds, smashing whole worldships. We were glad that they were on our side, sure.... but we always wondered what would happen after the war. Something like that isn't sated after it's finished with one meal....."

Mal, out of respect or at a loss for words, says nothing.

"The new Diktat is alright by me, Mal. She's done...incredible things for Corellia. But she keeps curious friends. I don't like this one bit."

And so that final link...the one he'd been trying to avoid or utter for fear that saying it out loud would lend it reality...was out.

The HIGHCOM briefing had called them a pirate band..... with what he knew now, he realized this was because they didn't want rumor to spread, as it always did, before the facts were in.

And they weren't all in yet. But that didn't matter. The word - the name - tightened around Serat's gut like a cold fist.

Sith.

"How long till charge saturation?"

Mal pulls up the number on his datapad: "About 32 hours at the current rate."

"Then we bang out in 24 to degauss and make our report to HIGHCOM."

"Understood, sir." Malifine stands and salutes, before heading to the exit.

"One more thing, Mal." The Chistori stops and turns in the hatchway.

"The case study you wrote....what was it about?"

Mal cocks his head: "A 16-dimensional matrix algorithm for classifying unknown vessels based on data, to predict unknown characteristics and utilization."

"And what was your conclusion?"

Mal looks at the datapad in his hand.

"We shall see."

[Freedon Nadd]

The Planet Dubrillion belonged to Freedon now, Nearly three months had passed since the fighting had ended. He had seen what the Empire Remnant was capable in space and land now. They had tried to flee the system but indicter probes had been sown by smaller refurbished smuggler freighters. The crews of which were always willing to band with the rich and powerful for a profit.

Portable bases were being landed and supply lines with the Waypoint Station had been secured, His new base of operation was already a perfect spring board to further launch his fist into the Face of the Remnant Empire.

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Month six:

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Repairs to the fleet had been finished, much of the loss was made up for, two more distant worlds had joined the Naddist movement, planets who did not share love for the Empire. Freedon did not take these planets into his fold for ships or wealth for neither had much of any, but for bodies. Ships he could and was building at an almost ludicrous pace and to maintain them he needed workers and pilots. His own men trained these meat sacks and his own dominating will drove them to learn.

The task of dominating was not his own anymore though, he had trained his 5 to each take 5 for and his stress load was lightened, when he pushed the 5, they pushed their 5's and so on... Anyone with a glimmer of force potential became a conduit of Freedon's Aggression, thus driving the war Machine.


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Freedon, back aboard the Dragondorf sat on the bridge, outside the transparent view ports he watched as the vessel turned away from the planet and aimed into the darkness of space, as the mammoth ship turned its bow he was given a view of his armada, one capable of pushing its way deep in ER space, no mercy was to be given, for the was never any to be given from the start.

Beside the Warlord was a holographic projection of his number one, Natherax. A normal who had proven himself time and time again to be beyond normal. With a motion of his hand the order was given and Commander Natherax began to bark out the execution, in mere seconds the fleet was disappearing, becoming white flashes of light, thousands of dots of illumination and then nothing, the Stars returning to normal. The image flicked next to Freedon as the Epic one entered hyper and then returned to normal just a moment later returned to normal.
“Warlord, it has begun.”

With That the Dragondorf shuddered under the stress of the mighty engines heaving the behemoth into hyperspace. The Journey to Bastion was going to be quick, and the battle long.