This is primarily a cPvP to enable some interesting and fun fleet combat
The battle lines had been drawn with ships from the FWA and the Empire on opposite sides of a chasm of star-lined space. Both sides had begun flinging volleys of turbolaser fire across the vast distance, but most of it thus far had simply slapped harmlessly against the shields of the opposing ships.
Darth Andruil watched it all from aboard the bridge of the super star destroyer. One of the Empire's lead destroyers was limping back to Imperial lines, streaks of fire billowing from its side where rounds had made it through the shielding. It had taken the brunt of the fire from the FWA's local force.
Now starfighters streaked across the open space, the first and most daring of the vanguard meeting one another as micro explosions lit the space between the capital ships. It was the first time the Empress Andraste had been seen on the battlefield, and the ship would no doubt strike uncertainty and fear in those who flew against it.
And ever-onward the lines of ships moved. The first shots started to strike with greater power and the shields began to shimmer as they reflected the immense power of the enemy's strikes. She could feel a sense of anticipation welling within her even at this distance. She thought back to when she had boarded the FWA ships on Byblos. That had gone worse than this and felt like a lifetime ago.
Fire became more intense between the sides and she saw the first flashes of the ship's point-defense cannons going off. It was a good indicator of the growing proximity of the enemy fighters. In truth, she had no intention of remaining for a protracted fight. Some of the guns continued to bombard the surface until they came into closer range of the enemy fleet.
She reached out to the Shadow, feeling the power of the lives that were being snuffed out. It was unmistakable, and it was empowering. More than she would have liked, it felt good to wield such power.
Darth Andruil watched it all from aboard the bridge of the super star destroyer. One of the Empire's lead destroyers was limping back to Imperial lines, streaks of fire billowing from its side where rounds had made it through the shielding. It had taken the brunt of the fire from the FWA's local force.
Now starfighters streaked across the open space, the first and most daring of the vanguard meeting one another as micro explosions lit the space between the capital ships. It was the first time the Empress Andraste had been seen on the battlefield, and the ship would no doubt strike uncertainty and fear in those who flew against it.
And ever-onward the lines of ships moved. The first shots started to strike with greater power and the shields began to shimmer as they reflected the immense power of the enemy's strikes. She could feel a sense of anticipation welling within her even at this distance. She thought back to when she had boarded the FWA ships on Byblos. That had gone worse than this and felt like a lifetime ago.
Fire became more intense between the sides and she saw the first flashes of the ship's point-defense cannons going off. It was a good indicator of the growing proximity of the enemy fighters. In truth, she had no intention of remaining for a protracted fight. Some of the guns continued to bombard the surface until they came into closer range of the enemy fleet.
She reached out to the Shadow, feeling the power of the lives that were being snuffed out. It was unmistakable, and it was empowering. More than she would have liked, it felt good to wield such power.