The Rebel Faction

It had started with one, and now it had begun to spread.
The entire system had been laid down for conquest. Yinchorr itself would not suffice if the Crimson Empire was to form a firm foundation. First the planet of Uhanayiah would have to be taken, and it was to this very task that Vice-Admiral Nox Anor Sadow had been dispatched.

The fleet was comprised of the Dark Shard, Sadows Dictator-Class Star Destroyer and flagship, Guardian 1, Guardian 2, and the Isolation. Nearly seven kilometers of slender dagger shaped command ship slipping along at sublight escorted by two smaller Defenders and one Abolisher-Cruiser, just in case.
* * * * At the command of the task force sat Anor-Sadow, a man of dubious background and devious upbringing. He stood now, aboard the bridge of his flagship. Among his favorite spots in the galaxy,was this place. Here, gazing out the triangular transparisteel viewports, the buzz of the crew pit behind him, he felt most at home.
Raw power poured unrelenting from of his place of command, it seeped into and saturated everything within its scope.
* * * * Worlds were no obstacle, this platform was capable of rendering a planet uninhabitable... and it sat in the hands of one sith.
Though even now, he could not revel too deeply in his own opulence. Nagging thoughts picked at the back of his mind, they pressed on subjects that Sadow would sooner not think upon.
There was no resisting it.
* * * * The Prince, once Dark Lord of the Sith, had sent Sadow upon this task to keep him clear of the proceedings at home. A purest at heart, Sadow could not hold with the idea of abolishing the title Dark Lord and undergoing such changes. Not now, at any rate. This mission would give him time to think upon these matters, and perhaps adapt accordingly. It would keep his opinions from common court and allow functions to flow that much smoother.
* * * * So here he was. Moving across the space between planets en route to subjugate another to the will of the Sith. A petty task, perhaps. This world could mount no defense, so to speak, and so the task at hand was in settling the body with some sort of garrison.
* * * * Unfortunately, very little was known of this planetary body, and Sadow may well have been going into this blind, were it not for the Dark Force.
The facts were few about this planet. It had remained mostly unknown to the Republic forces involved with the Yinchorr conflict. Base to the Yinchorr forces, from this innermost planet of the system they had launched their attacks on the Jedi Knights only prior to the Naboo Conflict. Many myths rotated around the small jungle planet, ancient tales of the dead that stemmed from the ancestry of the reptilian Yinchorri.
Soon, the secrets it held would be revealed to the Crimson Empire, and it would become another base of operations for their even expanding drive.
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(Please refer to OOC post Crimson Empire: End of an Age OOC <http://pub33.ezboard.com/fswalliancefrm4.showMessage?topicID=1474.topic> )
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-Harbinger Fleet- Task Force Omega
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Dictator Class Super Star Destroyer - "Dark Shard" (Flagship) (Full Fighter/Crew/Infantry compliment)


Defender-Class Star Destroyer - "Guardian 1"
(4 squadrons TIE Defenders, 1 squadron TIE Bombers, 4 MT/191 Drop-Ships)
Defender-Class Star Destroyer - "Guardian 2"
(4 squadrons TIE Defenders, 1 squadron TIE Bombers, 4 MT/191 Drop-Ships)
Abloisher-Cruiser - Isolation.

Malice walked in stride with his sith brethren Lord Zeta. Immediatly he too had felt the absence of force within this place. This only served to put the demon sith lord on edge. He never like being out of touch with the force......it was like half of him was missing.

Looking around, Malice somewhat admired the the building they were in.

(Indeed fit for a ruler. I would expect nothing less of Maim)

Malice faced the one known as Grand Master Jax and nodded.

*Yes you could get me something. I would like a bottle of whiskey.....As or my friend here*

Malice motioned a hand towards Zeta, as well as his gaze.

*Get him the same thing*

With that, both sith moved on over to two seats. Sitting down at the table, they awaited for their drinks, but mostly, they awaited the arrival of Lord Maim. This meeting was suppose to make sith history.......let's see if it really would. Or would things turn out in a blood bath? such questions would soon find answers.

It was a fortunate thing for the helm of the Royal Guard. It held back the sneer that crossed Silks features.
He had no qualms about carrying out orders given by the Grand Master...But that saved only a small sting, being tasked with fetching refreshment for these Sith. They were guests of the Lord Maim, not members of the Crimson Empire.
Still, Silk bowed to the Grand Master and receeded from the council chambers.
Moving silently through the halls, it was not hard to chance upon a servant and dispatch them with the order for whiskey.
Such a petty task was beyond someone of his skill, and the Grand Master knew this. So no insult was found in his order.
Infact, Gaurdsman Silk had been given a greater task, one that was reward in itself... for those who survived it.

Silently, with Crimson cape folding around him, Silk lowered himself to one knee before the Prince.
"My Lord. Grand Master Jax sends word, your guests have arrived and request your audience."
Finishing his words, still he remained knelt before Maim, awaiting further instruction.