The Remnant

[Damocles]

The Epyon entered the system moving towards several other ships, on board Damocles looked on the commander turned to him.

Commander: The Epyon is making its approach sir.

"Good" Damocles said "Once we meet with the other ships we will transfer the prisoner to a more secure location." he stood up to leave the bridge "Contact me immediately once we have" he said to the commander.

Commander: Yes sir

Damocles walked to the holding of the ship to see if their prisoner was awake or not, he looked at the 6 troopers who were stationed to guard the prisoner. "Has there been any incidents?" He asked.

SMH: No sir there has not been, he's been quiet for the majority of the trip.

"Right" Damocles said looking at the Jedi in front of him "Jedi" Damocles said to get his attention. "We will arrive at our destination shortly, but before we do, I would like to have a few words with you" he said to the man. "We will start with the obvious questions, what is your name, and who was your master" Damocles asked him.

[MikDaTv]

Kolar's shoulder ached but that isn't really what bothered him. He felt terrible mostly because he'd been beaten. His master had always told him, that the Jedi way was superior, but here he sat in an imperial holding cell, under guard. True he'd been outnumbered. True he had no practical experience in actual dueling. Despite these facts he still felt awful, like he'd let his Master down.

When the Inquisitor came within view a new hate coursed through his veins but the stun cuffs quickly reminded him of his position.

"I will trade you answers for answers Sith. My name is Kolar Wynn. My master was Rev'ar'el. What has become of my Katarn and why am I still alive?.

[Damocles]

Damocles looked at the Jedi when he asked his question "I am no Sith, yes I was trained in the Dark Side but I am an Inquisitor Kolar Wynn" he explained he stood up "As for your questions your animal is safe, we bought him along with us and is currently being fed in the cargo hold of the ship, you needn't worry yourself over him, he will be returned" he said to Kolar.

"For why you are still alive? It is because my orders are to capture Force Users, not kill them. And I always complete my orders, what happens to you after this will depend on the Imperial Remnant leaders" he explained, he laughed some though "I would wager though that they will see fit to make good use out of you, your master left you with a lot of anger, I can sense it, it would make a fine weapon in our fight to restore the glory of the empire" Damocles told him. Trooper SMH ran over to Damocles.

SMH: Sir we are just about ready to make contact, also this just came through on the net.

SMH handed Damocles a datapad he looked it over "I see, so something was discovered in those old Jedi ruins. Interesting..." he said to himself.

[Sir Lord Ash]

The several ships that were in space were soon to be joined by a handful more. They started smaller, corvettes and cruisers and the like, then were joined by Star Destroyers, and at quite quickly, a Super Star Destroyer. The large fleet didn't take up an aggressive posture, not that it was needed.

Inside the SSD, A man sat, or rather lounged, on the command chair. The rather unimposing man, Malcolm, looked out at the starspace before him. Coming up behind him, a red skinned Twi'lek woman walked up, half draping herself over the chair; her lekku lightly touching the man. After a moment, she brought her head close to him, he whispering something, then she walked off to another part of the command tower. The man stood up now, walking closer to the the viewports.

"How many ships are out there and whats going on?"

"Several ships of various classes, and they all currently appear non-aggressive. They could be the Imperial Remnant that we have been hearing about."

"So it may be. I expected more, but there always could be more we don't know about. Captain. Send out a message to them. Lets see whats going on."

"Yes. Comm open. This is Captain Rumo of the Super Star Destroyer Prometheus representing the Pirate group Imperial . We came here under rumors of a Imperial Remnant. Please acknowledge."

The Captain was a silvered hair woman in black and red armor that didn't fully cover all of her skin, and she had no body suit under it. Seemed almost kinda moot for her to have armor then. Malcolm reached out with the force and felt vibrations indicating others. He withdrew, putting up the mental barriers his father taught him.

"There are other force users, but I don't believe there will be a fight. Still... Ensure my security detachment is ready along with an escort."

"As you say."

Mal spoke to the Captain, and she bowed slightly and began to hand out orders over a commlink. Mal however, looked out at the scene before him, waiting for a reply.

[Zilfer]

A knock sounded on the side of the door to Jarik's quarters. He had been meditating as he waited for news of the tracker. He had already sent a regiment to find those who had escaped Ilum. As well as another crew to extract the artifacts from the temple like the other team had failed to do. Jarik's irritation at the incompetence had lead him to leave the Inquisitor without immediate aid. It was with this sour mood that he telekinetically pressed the button to open the door. One of his Officers came into the room unsure of the invitation. Jarik did not stand to greet the man. When the officer did not speak, Jarik did instead. "Speak."

Officer: Sir! We've received word that Inquisitor Damocles had recently returned from Kashyyyk. 

"Very well, thank you for your report," spoke Jarik in a level voice his eyes still closed. He would have thought that the officer would have retreated but he remained. "Is there something else?"

Officer: Yes, a fleet as just appeared on our sensors. A large fleet sir, they claim to be Imperial, though admittly Pirates.

"Aren't we all at this point?" asked Jarik as he stood turning towards the Officer. This was going to need to be dealt with. The Remnant's fleet were mostly in hiding to keep up the appearance of them disarming while the New Republic did so as well. "I'll be on the bridge momentarily."

Jarik took a moment to walk over and grab his lightsaber hilts. Their sleek black frames glistened, reflecting the light of his cabin. Taking them and placing them on his utility belt he strode out in his uniform heading towards the bridge. By the time he had arrived they had a comm set to broadcast out.

"We receive you Captain Rumo. This is Inquisitior Jarik Tillisk of the Imperial Remnant. We are preforming a routine naval space training. State your business here or be gone," said Jarik. They had been planning on setting up a base within this system but if word had already gotten out... He really wanted to have a word with whoever gave out these 'rumors.' A very long, private word.

[MikDaTv]

"My anger is my business Inquisitor. You survive in the shadowlands as I have done then speak to me of anger." Kolar grumbled, struggling against his bonds again he pulled tightly but they did not budge. Eventually he gave up and calmed himself down. The bonds were preventing him from using the Force overtly, but he calmed himself down and opened himself up to it. He could feel Cougar down in the cargo hold, unhappy but not harmed. He could feel the bland grey presence of the stormtroopers all throughout the ship.

Not far away he felt the resonating presence of the crystal in his lightsaber as well. He assumed his armor and weapons were stored nearby as well. They might as well have been a hundred light years away though. Without the force and bound such as he was there was no way he could get past 6 guards and the Inquisitor.

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Aleph sat in his Interceptor. He wore his scarlet guardsman armor but on his head was a standard black TIE pilot helmet. His interceptor had life support but he always wore the helmet in case there was a breach, plus it was standard Imperial issue and he was not one to refuse standard Imperial issue.

His fighter was locked into the dropping mechanism, of the Super Star Destroyer Death Moon ready to launch. He, along with a flight of three other standard TIE fighters were to fly escort for a Theta Class shuttle that had once been one of the Emperors personal shuttles but was now pressed into service as an advanced troop transport. Aboard the shuttle, 4 of his fellow guardsmen as well as a contingent of SCAR troopers waited to land on the surface.

Their objective was to land at the capitol building of whatever city they had been dispatched to and secure a landing zone. A simple job for elite troopers but command had felt the display would set the sort of first impression they wanted to make and Aleph tended to agree with command. Regular troopers could oppress a civilian populace well enough. Let the Guards and the SCARs be the ones shown on the news, taking their government away from them.

He checked systems again for the third time and found all systems green just as they had been the previous two times. He was anxious to get into space. This battle would be the first one the Imperial Remnant would instigate in known space since before their banishment to the unknown regions. This would decide future successes or future failures. He would not let the late Emperor down.

[Damocles]

"You allow yourself to be taken over by your anger for being left on Kashyyyk, abandoned by your so-called master?" Damocles said to to Kolar to get him riled up, hoping to get the Jedi to commit to his anger. Standing up Damocles started to leave out "Keep a close eye on this one, do not drop the guard I always want at least 5 troopers on him" Damocles ordered SMH.

SMH: Yes sir

Damocles made his way back tot he bridge, once on there he sat down and looked over at the Commander "Commander what is the rest of the fleet doing now?" Damocles questioned.

Commander: Look as if they are preparing for the battle ahead sir, we made it back just in time.

"Good, once the fighters have cleared us an LZ, I will be going down with my squad of Troopers, I think it is only right that the Emperor's Inquistiors be the first to take a planet in the name of the Imperial Remnant" he finished saying the commander nodded to him.

Commander: Will do sir, we will tell you when it is safe to begin you landing procedures.

[Sir Lord Ash]

Routine naval space training? That seemed highly unlikely to Mal. Even Captain Rumo had a look of disbelief on her face. But there was still one reply. Which ship it was however they didn't know. She looked at Malcolm for a reply, and he nodded to her.

"Inquisitor, we are here under the will of our King, and wish to be aligned with this growing faction. If you will, we would like to have a meeting and work out an alliance between us."

Rumo looked to Mal, who nodded his approval. Captain Rumo was still young, just younger than he was, but she was loyal and a good commanding officer. He was sure his Father would agree with his decision to put her into the position she was in now.

"Add some ore to that."

"Right. - That is, Inquisitor, unless you don't wish for our services. As for our good faith, we can send out a detachment to aid in with your little fleet exercise."

Most of that was to the Inquisitor. The man did peak Mal's curiosity, as he never really met any other force users, despite reading up on them and many others, which included the works of some of these people. It would be interesting to meet one.

[Zilfer]

Jarik tapped his finger upon the metal railing thinking over the proposed alliance to an yet unknown faction. They had said King which implied some sort of government, though where old Imperial ships like that had been stationed was anyone's guess at this point, for his men who were checking records on the ship's records couldn't find a trace that matched them, at least yet.

"In that case let me drop the pleasantries and suggest you move to augment our fighter regiment going down planet side. Your fleet may approach but keep your distance for now, I cannot say your arrival bodes well for us if 'rumors' can lead you to find one of our operations," said Jarik motioning to the communication officer to relay the green light was still on for the Op. 

There had been plenty of planning to get all the remnant mostly unnoticed to this section of the galaxy. Whether he liked it or not that fleet was privy to top secret information by just being here. They couldn't let the fleet just leave with that knowledge. If they could be made into allies all the better.

"If you wish to discuss an alliance for the future impress us, and we meet after the exercise is complete. We are practicing hostile take over. I'll hope to see your King planet side," said Inquisitor Jarik before nodding to the helmsmen and heading down to his fighter. Any response would be forwarded to his short distance communicator on the way to the ship. He was going to provide aid and try to smooth some things down planet side. No doubt they would resist, and they wouldn't know their struggle was futile. They had lost the moment the Remnant had picked their system. 

[Sir Lord Ash]

"As you wish, Inquisitor. We will send out ships to assist with your operation. Prometheus out

Captain Rumo's voice was colder as she spoke this last time then cut the communication with this Inquisitor. She crossed her arms as the bridge waited in silence for orders. It was Mal who spoke up.

"Move the fleet closer to the engagement zone. Send out four squadrons to assist in the operation: one interceptor, one fighter, two defenders. They can take orders from their command. Captain, you have the bridge."[/b]

With his orders being carried out now, Mal turned on his heel and walked towards the turbolift, heading for one of the hangers. Because the pilots were already set to be scrambled, they launched fairly quickly, moving ahead of the fleet and small fighter screen as they headed for the planet, each squadron leader making contact with the Remnant fighter command for orders. Mal would be heading down to the planet soon enough.

[Zilfer]

Jarik strapped into the smaller fighter, of a legacy TIE/D Defender which he had managed to obtain from a museum. It hadn’t taken much to influence the man’s mind to donate it to the Remnant’s cause where it could be put to ‘good use’ and would be allowed to let her ‘wings fly’ again. He doubted the Twi’lek even gave a second though to it. Soon the systems were firing up, and the console was as a whole lighting up. His battle armor was stored within the compartment and he began to put it on piece by piece until at last the white armor encompassed him fully. The double slitted eyes lit up green and he synched it’s display to his ship’s systems. He wasn’t sure how much fighter resistance they would have to face but he wanted to be ready.


“This is Inquisitor Jarik Tillisk to the Remnant fleet. Today we take the first steps towards reclaiming our former glory, let these people remember why they feared us,” said Jarik after opening the comms to everyone within the fleet listening. “Fighter’s form up, we’re taking the city of Damascus. Make sure the transports get to the ground safely and they’ll do the rest. Keep air superiority and the day will be ours.”


With that Jarik thrust forward out of the forward bay of his Taung Class Strike Carrier, the ion engines screaming behind him as he pushed the vehicle hard. Swerving he lined up with the rest of the assault, two escort interceptors pulling up beside him to form a small wing. Warning lights popped up on his screen, as enemy fighters came forward. Apparently they had enough fighters to send an advanced force, maybe hoping for the element of surprise. That is less to deal with down on the surface, he thought.


"Alright, men. Show them what your training has done," said Jarik waiting behind the initial assault. He wanted to see how well the pilots had been trained for this, no doubt they would be mopped up quickly and they could proceed down to the planet after this initial fighter screen engaged them but taking them out would demoralize those below. Jarik waited itching to be on with this.

[MikDaTv]

Aleph watched as the the light on his overhead went from red to yellow to green and the docking arm released him. His fighter plummeted out of the drop chute and he throttled up to max, boosting away from the Emperor's Legacy. Beside him, the other TIE fighters in his flight followed suite and in front of them was the shuttle they were due to escort. On his flanks were other assault shuttles bound for other locations.

The super star destroyer itself thrusted forward to close into orbit around Corvis III. There was no Capitol ships to contest their position but the planet was launching waves of TIE Fighters. Part of the reason the Remnant had selected this system was that Imperial records showed that there was a TIE Fighter production factory within the system.

Aleph watched as the TIE fighters came up towards them. He immediately began flagging them as hostile on his sensors and transmitting that data to ships nearby so they didn't get confused and start shooting at their own men. "Flight, this is leader. Honor Guard formation on our VIP. Follow her down. If anything gets within 3 klicks turn it back or turn it into spare parts."

Acknowledgements came from his flight and he set himself up as the lead in the flying v formation ahead of their shuttle.

* * *
... Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Emperor's Legacy...

"The planet is launching fighters.TIE fighters from the looks of them Sir. They're coming up in multiple waves. Larger targets are appearing on scopes as well, shuttle sized, probably support craft." The sensor officer reported from his position in the work pit.

Standing on the walkway above, Admiral Yuri Tupalov, commander of the Emperor's Legacy watched the forward viewport. "Anything even coming close to Capitol ship size?"

The sensor officer shook his head. "Negative sir."

Rear Admiral Tupalov placed his hands behind his back. "Very well, gunners stand by to engage anything that might get within five thousand meters of us. Have fighter wings travel to flank speed and punch a hole as fast as they can through enemy lines in order to reach the surface."

Captain Gerard, the ships XO turned around and leaned in close to the Admiral. "Won't that leave us vulnerable to the fighters left up here in orbit while our fighters are down on the surface?"

Tupalov nodded. "For moments, yes. But i'm sure this ship can withstand whatever they can dish out and our gunners are not so inept, they will inevitably score some kills with mass fire drills against enemy formations."

Gerard glanced down at the holographic table displaying the battle so far. "I hope you are right Sir."

Tupalov waved dismissively. "Our vulnerability is by design Stewart. If their fighters choose to remain up here with us in order to attack a single Super Star Destroyer like us we will close the trap over them. If they turn to engage our fighters on their way down, we will spring the trap on them. We've given them two sets of bait and reason to believe taking either one is the right idea."

The Captain nodded in agreement and the Admiral turned towards the helm control. "Helm, rotate us zero nine zero degrees port please. present our belly to the planet."

Helm control acknowledged and began the movement. The Battle of Corvis Minor had begun.

[Zilfer]

Jarik watched the first initial signs of conflict observing his men's abilities before shooting into action with his escort. No doubt the TIE D/Defender was a rare sight to see, and it's capabilities mostly unknown to the average pilot sent against them, and Jarik proceeded to use the Superiority fighter to carve his way down to the planet. He blasted through the lines heading towards the planet's surface, he wasn't going to get caught up in dog fights up here in space when the true prize of the day was down on the planet.

"Wing, form up behind me. We are going down to take out the city's defenses." said Jarik as they shot past incoming fire streaks of green and red flying by. It wasn't long before they entered the atmosphere from a nearly vertical vector. "Aim for the turrets and leave the fighters for the rest of our group to handle."

Jarik's wing immediately was targeted by the city's turrets scattered about the city. The amount of fire coming their way since they had sped ahead was impressive but him and his wings managed to dodge in coming fire but had been split up in order to do it. Two of his missles locked onto turret towers, and he fired flying straight past the explosions. Moments later he had a squad of TIE fighters behind him and he pulled hard right into a sharp turn that all but one of the TIE fighters managed to execute. 

"Requesting some covering fire," said Jarik over the nearby comms as he locked another two missile towers next to each other. He fired right before reaching them and zipped straight inbetween the turrent towers. The explosion threw off another TIE fighter as it crashed into the following explosion, but the other two TIE's were still on him....

[Sir Lord Ash]

Like asked, the fleet stayed back, taking up a defensive umbrella formation to catch any possibly escaping ships and to escape possibly whatever from someone who thinks they can do what they want. They were well enough away from the second fleet to avoid any friendly fire as well. The fighters sent out to the planet quickly made it to it and began their own strafing runs and taking out any targets they were told to. They seemed to be doing quite well with the Remnant in their strategic work.

Mal meanwhile made it to a hanger, which was modified to easily fit the ship that was in it: a Raider-class corvette: the same that Mal basically started on. The engines were already powered up and it looked like the rest of its system were in the middle of their flight checks. Next to the ramp, the red skinned Twi'lek as well as a middle aged, though not unfit man, were standing waiting for him. Only this man seemed to be in a uniform, though not classic Imperial. He spoke up first.

"Sir, we are ready to head to ground. We have coordinators to sit in low orbit until the fighting has slowed, where we can go in."


"Good. Thanks you Cor."

Malcolm walked up the ramp, flanked by Cor and the Twi'lek. As soon as they were on board, the ship took off, flying down to the planet, with a quad of tie interceptors escorting them. It may have been really vain and resource heavy to have such a ship transport him around when needed, and he didn't always use this, but when it wanted to make an entrance, it worked nicely.

[MikDaTv]

Emperor's Legacy's rotation brought its belly facing the planet. This wasn't the most ideal position as the most number of weapons could be brought to bare when the target was in front of the Super Star Destroyer. This position did however maximize its visible cross section to the people down below. People looking up would see the dagger shaped sliver in the sky. Those with electrobinoculars would be able to make the ship out clearly. It was a sight that 20 some odd years of Imperial rule had taught people to either feel safe or feel terror.

"Enemy fighters are remaining up in orbit with us sir. Without our fighter screen they are attempting to cause as much damage as they can, while they can. Two waves are inbound now." The sensor officer reported.

Admiral Tupalov looked at the holo display to confirm and then turned to the gunnery station. "Guns, open fire on any fighter formation that closes within five thousand meters. Ion cannons only please. The top three gunners with the most direct hits will be rewarded with dinner cooked by my personnel chef and two days liberty."

"Ion cannons sir?" The gunnery officer asked.

Tupalov nodded. "Ion cannons. These are fighters we would like to end up keeping being flown by pilots we'd like to turn over to our side. Waste not want not Lieutenant."

"Aye sir." The gunner replied and relayed the orders and the reward news to his men.

Tupalov then moved down the walkway to the coms station. "Send out the signal, lets spring the trap."

The coms officer typed a few keystrokes into the Hypercom system and sent a message. Within half a minute of that message being relayed the fleets two Lancer-Class corvettes exited hyperspace after a micro jump, flanking the super star destroyer and moving forward, trapping the incoming waves of fighters between them.

Moments after the Lancer's arrived a Victory II-Class Star Destroyer jumped in as well, moving forward with speed to close up the trap. TIE Fighters spilled from its belly.

"First wave of fighters has suffered catastrophic casualties Sir." The sensor officer reported. "Second wave is wavering. Flights of them are breaking off to try runs against the Lancers, they're being chopped apart. Those still en-route for us are being evasive but still taking loses. The third wave has aborted their approach and are returning to the planet.

"Inform our squadron leaders down there of the returning enemy force and then tell Revenge to have her fighters pick off stragglers from the first and second waves." Tupalov told the coms officer.

"Seems a fairly one sided fight" Captain Gerald said.

"indeed" Tupalov agreed. "In part that is why this system was chosen. Once one planet falls in line, the others will join and we will have our new home. Once things are clear up here and our troopers have landed, radio the head of government down there and let him know he will have diplomatic guests arriving shortly."

Gerald smiled and bowed his head in acknowledgement.

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Aleph blasted down through the atmosphere of Corvis III. They had punched a hole through the first wave easily enough. The fighters they'd run into up in space were more interested in fighting the "Emperor's Legacy than getting into a dog fight.

Down here in atmo though, the fight was heating up. Ground emplacements were lancing fire up towards them and Aleph found himself needing to jink to port in order to avoid a stream of laser fire. "Flight, spread out and go evasive. Call out emplacements as you see them."

"Flight leader, this is Two. I have an air defense tower armed with what look like quad laser turrets to our starboard. Looks like it might be protecting some kind of military starport. Probably where some of those enemy fighters had come from."

Aleph brought up the sensor readings and saw what his wingman had been talking about. "Understood. Two, you and me are going to engage. Three and Four stay with our VIP."

Aleph pulled right on the stick and rolled his fighter out starboard and headed towards the airbase. It didn't take long for the defense tower to see him and start spewing red laser blasts in his direction. Aleph juked and dived, flying as evasively as he could to avoid the fire, as did his wingman. When they closed within range, he flipped his fire selector over to quad fire and pulled the trigger on the yolk handle. All four of his laser cannons fired at once, pulsing out four individual blasts of green energy after every two seconds or so. Over to his starboard Two was firing as well though with the rapid fire duel lasers of his TIE Fighter.

Their attack started at the top of the tower, blasting chunks of it away and damaging some of the quad turrets but quickly tracked down to the base of the tower where the damage accumulated, eventually penetrating into the structure. After a whithering barrage, the towers foundation cracked from heat and concussion and support beams began to give way. The tower crumbled and fell over on its side, crumbling to bits as it went.