A warning had been sent to the denizens of the galaxy, a message demanding a choice. Stolas had given a single ultimatum to the planets of the Free Worlds, sent out to both its citizens and its bumbling bureaucrats after the events on Denon. As always they responded sluggishly to such things, bogged down in debate and petty politics over how to deal with a full scale invasion of Free Worlds territory. Uncertainty over where Stolas would strike next doubtless made it that much worse.
The corporations with towers and facilities on Byblos were vital for a war effort but had suffered through the demilitarization of the New Republic. They did not care who ran the planet so long as they could engage in their business. Taking the planet would allow the Sith access to war materiel and remove it as an option from the Free Worlds and further control of the Hydian Way and Corellian Run. Lorana was similarly under siege and would be taken if Byblos was.
But most of all, victory on Byblos would further reinforce the words of Darth Stolas. A message was sent to the leaders of the planet itself, the Darth's voice the same deep and rumbling growl that had been heard over the Holonet.
Corvettes, frigates and starfighters of the Sith faced off against BDF ships high above in the atmosphere, preparing to clash for orbital control. Storm Squadron lead the way backed up by the Arquitens frigate he'd taken command of, twelve Arrowhead fighters in formation with Stolas himself at the head. Within the cockpit of the Shrike he wore his distinctive black and red armour, lightsabers at his belt and mantle left behind. The Darth was here to wage war, just as he promised.
Morgan always kept his word.
The lynchpin to the invasion was the Gladiator cruiser the wealthy planet used to ward off pirates and malcontents. It was their defense fleet's flagship since other systems were meant to curb invasion and if it were taken down or captured the rest would quickly follow. If Storm Squadron and the ships would break through the enemy fighters guarding bombers and craft to board the BDF flagship. Orbital control would shortly follow.
Stolas and his squadron angled to attack, the Sith fleet approaching the defending ships. His message had thus far gone unanswered and his forces prepared to engage with their weaponry, the ground assault forces waiting for an opening in the blockade. Attack foils locked into position, weapons and shields powered.
Darth Stolas had declared a price would be paid by the defiant, a furious retribution to be delivered. The Drast did not make idle threats.
The corporations with towers and facilities on Byblos were vital for a war effort but had suffered through the demilitarization of the New Republic. They did not care who ran the planet so long as they could engage in their business. Taking the planet would allow the Sith access to war materiel and remove it as an option from the Free Worlds and further control of the Hydian Way and Corellian Run. Lorana was similarly under siege and would be taken if Byblos was.
But most of all, victory on Byblos would further reinforce the words of Darth Stolas. A message was sent to the leaders of the planet itself, the Darth's voice the same deep and rumbling growl that had been heard over the Holonet.
Corvettes, frigates and starfighters of the Sith faced off against BDF ships high above in the atmosphere, preparing to clash for orbital control. Storm Squadron lead the way backed up by the Arquitens frigate he'd taken command of, twelve Arrowhead fighters in formation with Stolas himself at the head. Within the cockpit of the Shrike he wore his distinctive black and red armour, lightsabers at his belt and mantle left behind. The Darth was here to wage war, just as he promised.
Morgan always kept his word.
The lynchpin to the invasion was the Gladiator cruiser the wealthy planet used to ward off pirates and malcontents. It was their defense fleet's flagship since other systems were meant to curb invasion and if it were taken down or captured the rest would quickly follow. If Storm Squadron and the ships would break through the enemy fighters guarding bombers and craft to board the BDF flagship. Orbital control would shortly follow.
Stolas and his squadron angled to attack, the Sith fleet approaching the defending ships. His message had thus far gone unanswered and his forces prepared to engage with their weaponry, the ground assault forces waiting for an opening in the blockade. Attack foils locked into position, weapons and shields powered.
Darth Stolas had declared a price would be paid by the defiant, a furious retribution to be delivered. The Drast did not make idle threats.