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Like an animal within a shell, your shuttle lies dormant inside the Star Destroyer, waiting for the docking bay doors to silently open. The ISS Glorious Gallows is different; a translucent blue bubble springs to life, encasing the ship in a protective layer. Within the monster is an entire star, and it feeds this enormous aegis. It is locked prisoner with the massive yet tiny reactor; instead of a star’s enormous size, it is compressed, miniaturised, and screaming to be set free, held in place only by a massive magnetic field and layers upon layers of protective shielding.
Ships across the fleet copy the action in sync. Power is fed into weapon capacitors, charging them up, preparing them to unleash ruin upon all who would dare to resist their incredible might. Finally, the hyperdrives hum with a violent war cry as they prepare to rip through the fabric of spacetime. Sitting at the tip of the arrow of hundreds of ships, leading the Third Fleet are two identical super battleships. Within the Unrelenting Will, the first of its class, is Darth Exanimus. With a flick of his hand, a signal goes out to the fleet; their linked hyperdrives flare up in union with reality-bending powers and thrusts the fleet into hyperspace.
With a shuddering jump echoing through the shuttle as the masses of metal tethered to each other tear through the rules of reality, you feel the translation from realspace to this alternate dimension. You hurriedly complete slipping into your armour. Cool, regulated air is pumped into the suit, keeping a pleasant, controlled temperature. The helmet, which thoroughly protects your head, illuminates the interior of the mask and shows concise but comprehensive information about the world it detects. Your fellow Sith mimic your actions, preparing for the realspace reversion. With a judder, you are catapulted into the real world.
With a blinding flash, an entire fleet bursts into the Von-Alai system in unison. Madness erupts instantly. Turbolaser cannons unleash a wall of plasma, each individual blast strong enough to level entire cities. Mines at the jump point, collide with the Star Destroyers at the lead of the formation. Shredding their shields as if it were nought but child’s play with a bright yellow supernova of fire. Some of the unlucky ships aren’t just missing their shields; the explosions have annihilated millions of tons of protective durasteel as well as the souls on board they failed to protect. Millions of man-hours worked to craft these supremely complex ships, gone, wasted. Not to mention the thousands of bloodlines ended before they could even react.
