ooc:Chadd I haven't lost that planet yet because we already made a deal withdraw your troops immeaditly and you'll get them on the 22nd or later depending on when you give me Balmorra and you can't take my Dark Troopers I keep real troops in them at all times
The Last Round Up (TCF/Pantolomin/Sluis Van)
OOC I never agreed to withdraw my troops, I said they'd be staying there to monitor you. And the planet IS technically in my hands, as all you have left are the shipyards...'sides, you have only discussed it OOC, when I get an IC surrender, my forces will <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> stop<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> advancing, u ntil then, we will continue to take Chimeran grounds by force.
OOC Comeon Joe!! You've gotten yourself wasted.. Almost the entire resources of an Empire how many times your size have just been brought to bear against you... Your gone.\
IC
Blackblade stood there, on the bridge of his Flagship, the Death's Hand, and watched his lord reign destruction against all stood before them.
"Hanger room 1, is my personal fighter ready?"
"Negative sir, and anyway, your escort, Magenta Squadron, is in action..."
"Right... Do you know how succesful they are?"
"Of course, 17 enemy starfighters claimed."
"Losses?"
"Lieuntenant Cullen has recieved massive damage to his hull, its a wonder he hasnt been destroyed..."
"Order him to return... And those stats arent becoming of a A Grade squadron. Order them to target that Lone Corellian Gunship... Actually, Patch me through to Commander Eisel."
Suddenly a third voice cut through the conversation.
"You know we always listen in on your comms sir! What are your tasking orders?"
"Of course Catrianna. That isolated gunship is the target. Split up and converge in a scattered formation and launch your heavy rockets at the interceptor protocol."
"That close sir??"
"Yes Cat, we dont want their lasers intercepting our missles but first remember to work down those shields a little, and actually... Dumb Fire them also... That allows you to increase your range without allowing them to target the missles."
"Sir!"
Dakon wandered back to his Emperors side.
"Ah Ensign, keep a watch on Magenta squadron... And keep a comms channel open for private use between our groups."
"Yessir"
From this position of power, next to the most powerful man in the galaxy, Dakon felt pride wash over him. His Lord was winning the war, his squadron was about to get its first Capital ship kill under his command indirectly, instead of out in the field and he was in command of the greatest ship this Galaxy had seen in a long while...
IC
Blackblade stood there, on the bridge of his Flagship, the Death's Hand, and watched his lord reign destruction against all stood before them.
"Hanger room 1, is my personal fighter ready?"
"Negative sir, and anyway, your escort, Magenta Squadron, is in action..."
"Right... Do you know how succesful they are?"
"Of course, 17 enemy starfighters claimed."
"Losses?"
"Lieuntenant Cullen has recieved massive damage to his hull, its a wonder he hasnt been destroyed..."
"Order him to return... And those stats arent becoming of a A Grade squadron. Order them to target that Lone Corellian Gunship... Actually, Patch me through to Commander Eisel."
Suddenly a third voice cut through the conversation.
"You know we always listen in on your comms sir! What are your tasking orders?"
"Of course Catrianna. That isolated gunship is the target. Split up and converge in a scattered formation and launch your heavy rockets at the interceptor protocol."
"That close sir??"
"Yes Cat, we dont want their lasers intercepting our missles but first remember to work down those shields a little, and actually... Dumb Fire them also... That allows you to increase your range without allowing them to target the missles."
"Sir!"
Dakon wandered back to his Emperors side.
"Ah Ensign, keep a watch on Magenta squadron... And keep a comms channel open for private use between our groups."
"Yessir"
From this position of power, next to the most powerful man in the galaxy, Dakon felt pride wash over him. His Lord was winning the war, his squadron was about to get its first Capital ship kill under his command indirectly, instead of out in the field and he was in command of the greatest ship this Galaxy had seen in a long while...
ooc:fine fine
ic:<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Admiral Joe could see that his forces didn't stand a chance at winning.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
"Emperor Fearsons I surrender." said Joe
ic:<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Admiral Joe could see that his forces didn't stand a chance at winning.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
"Emperor Fearsons I surrender." said Joe