Assault on Korriban (Now CLOSED)

[Master Bondora]

Darth Invidius sat motionless and silent on the bridge of the Relentless. His fingers steepled, his mind meditating on the eddies and currents of the Force. Those of lesser sensitivity were oblivious to it, but to him it was like a omnipresent mist that swirled and drifted constantly about him....He had learned over long years of study with his Master and Lord, Darth Apocalus how to interpret each and every vagary of it's restless flow, no matter how slight. Even without that ability however he would have known that this war needed to come to an end and that the long reign of the Dark Empress was over.
It was time.
Under his Master's order immense flotilla of warships from the Trade Federation, Byblos Drive Yards, Blastech Industries and other wealthy organization such as the Techno Union, the Commerce Guild and Arakyd Industries came out of hyperspace near the world of Korriban.
The army of the Sith Empire laid crippled after the Republic's attempt to regain Coruscant, this would be a swift and lightning strike. There would be no quarters and today there would be a new Dark Lord...One worthy of the mantle!

[Sabre]

Darth Apocalus’s demonic face lay reflecting of the view screen in front of Invidius. His eyes darkly glaring at the formations of his armies, though the responsibilities of them he would leave to his most loyal servant and apprentice. He black cloak lay held firm in his clammy hands, only separating to form the hood which was the only clue as to the cloak’s wearer. He heard the constant cries of the ancient spirits ordering him, he saw them everywhere, observing his war, his life, his soul. If it wasn’t for his uncanny ability to endure such things he would surely be insane. “Remember young one, this planet is ripe for the taking, do not disappoint me,” he muttered firmly.

[Master Bondora]

Darth Invidius still sat silent as a statue his tattooed face lowered so that all his master could see was the crown of vestigial horns that sprouted from his hairless skull. Where his Master represented all that was concealed and mysterious in the Sith, Invidius was the personification of all that was to be feared.

"This should be a easy task master, The Sith Army under Viea lies crippled and leaderless. In fortnight or so you will be the new Dark Lord of the Sith!"

[Sabre]

Fury raised a concealed eyebrow. “I have no doubt of this, nor of your abilities, my powerful young disciple,” he said, rallying the courage in Invidius. “The blasphemous impostors will die, then the Jedi will fall underneath our heel, we shall stamp the opposition into oblivion, and allow reign of our great empire to commence. The time is now, begin the attack,” he said, drawing his face back and sinking it all into shadow. And crossing his hands behind his back, his cold face holding a chilling aura as it stared forcefully at the view-screen.

[Rayken/Hk-62]

*Another fleet drops out of hyperspace a few 100km from from the mixed forces of Sabre and Invidius. The TA Army, Kuat Drive yard and rothana ships can be seen amongst them they begin to approach the Force's of the Macabre alliance. Tough no Laser, missile or torpedo were launched only a hail to the macabre alliance*

Keanu Comm: I come up to my side of the new alliance with the macabre alliance

[Sabre]

Fury stepped forward and pressed the comm button, staring up at the view screen as he spoke. “Your presence is most welcome, lord over the trade alliance,” he said, his voice showing deep gratitude. “Your loyalty to me will no go un-rewarded when I am the Dark Lord,” he said, before sliding his finger off of the comm.

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Toxis' dreadnought popped out of hyperspace above Korriban, with 200 ground troops and 50 Togorian Warriors. Xedarrn Kedhue was in charge of the Togorian squad, Lithbaume the fleet when it arrived. Toxis was ready to lead the sith ground troopers when they landed.::

::The dreadnought weaved slowly through the Trade Federation fleet and stopped next to Lord Invidius' flag ship. He saw Keanu's fleet and scowled; he didn't beleive after the fight he put up against the Macabre Alliance on Coruscant that he would be with them. Still, he remained silent, waiting to get to the surface to end all the sith that stood against the Macabre.::

[Bralor]

*Shaw stood near Lord Indivious on Indivious's ship, The Relentless. After the battle from the Wedding Shaw, a former Jedi Knight was turned to the Dark Side by Indivious, his arm that was chopped off by him was replaced with a new and stronger robotic arm, with Sith Runes on it. Shaw still had his old green lightsaber, as he was not a Sith yet, but a Dark Jedi, and had an almost new appearence and new Sith robes. Shaw simply stood there, waiting for command*

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Toxis got up and walked through the many halls on his flagship. He had been told by Lord Invidius to go to the Invictus, the Sith Lord's secondary flagship. After walking for a while, he arrived at the escape pod bays. He climbed into an escape pod and blasted ideways towards the Invictus. He landed the escape pod smoothly inside one of the bays and got out. He walked the halls, unsure of where to go, until by luck he found the bridge. He fell in the middle of the floor and began meditating, waiting for the attack to start. He was positive the Macabre Alliance would pull through and beat Adena Qel-Drome, AKA Empress Viea, Darth Ravinos, and any other opposers. Toxis' bloodlust level rose sharply as he imagined the after-feast.::

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Hostile signature coming out of hyperspace, sir."

*The communications officer looked up at Targu. The Togruta showed no emotion, flicking a lekku over his shoulder and wrapping his cloak tighter.*

"Sir?"

"Very Well. Order all troops to positions. Man all turrets. Prepare to launch my ships into space. And...bring your best men to me...I have plans for them..."

*Soon the fortress was abuzz with activity as Targu's personal fleet lifted into space, followed by various Sith Armada ships. Fighters and troop shuttles surrounded the larger ships, like sand flies around a bantha. The Anti-Air defenses activated and the gorund troops got into position as Targu adrressed his deadly twelve...*

[Bralor]

*Shaw smiled and looked to Indivious*

I'm guessing that that is the enemy?

[T3h Blank]

So, the battle of ascension has begun... He assumed as he approached his cupboard inside the room in which he slept while he was at the position of Sith apprentice.
"I guess it is time to have some fun..." Withdrawing a small ink bottle and a pen from the innards of the cupboard he walked out of the room and closed the door, twelve guards stood outside it, "Make sure no-one enters and lock the door."
Fully donned in his Apprentice clothing, they seemed new, newer than his Lords robes. At a fast pace he moved to a large, empty alcove which had two entrances. One is from where he came and the other leads to the outer world.

Soon he started to ‘paint’ the floor with an advanced design, the liquid inside the vile was red but when spread against the stone it seemed to be a hard, cold black.

[Sabre]

Fury grinned slightly at his luck, the inferior tactical mind of his enemy was clearly no real match for his own. “Lord Invidius, Focus your firepower on the sides, and bottom while gathering some of our capital ships above, our forces are much larger so keep most of them behind,” he commanded.

[Zaraki/Renji]

Avangus walked calmly on the bridge, ready to do what he would. He went behind his master, allowing him to feel the hatred of the Sith they were going to fight.

"What should I do?"

[Sabre]

“Stay by my side young one, and watch as the battle unfolds,” he said darkly.