[b][u]Outer Rim, Esstran Sector, Bridge of the Immolator[/b][/u]

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The Sith Fleet, nor truly any fleet in the galaxy, was large enough to constantly patrol their own space, instead the security of the collective depended upon a web of sensors, reporting to the fleet held in reserve, ready to strike across the state. Rapid response and attack, that was the key. In this case, a large group of battleships had trespassed in Sith space, and proceeded to attack another group of vagabonds. The course of action was clear, and when the information was relayed to Consul Chohen aboard the Immolator, he immediately superseded the order of the ship's admiral to communicate, and instead strike at once, calling in all the patrolling frigates attached to the capital ship in fleet regimen.

Comprised of two Devastator Class Command ships, including the Immolator, the large ships that formed a super-heavy role in the fleet, and 10 Striker frigates, the immediate defence fleet was a daunting force as it assembled to jump towards the threat. Sitting in the Bridge throne of the Immolator, Chohen allowed himself to slip into the force, entering his mastered state of battle meditation moments before the jump. The dark side clung to the assembled fleet like a cloak, the sheer power of its weapons, the thrust of its engines calling to Chohen, as would any military craft. His physical form, hidden within the cold exterior of his battle armour, tensed in anticipation as his mind directed the fleet into a hypserspace leap. It arrived moments after the destruction of the last Acclamator, the fires of its death still present as the Esstran fleet's mass drivers and megamaser batteries turned on the offending battleships. As was typical of the Sith fleet, the frigates leaped forward, aiming to weave around the slower enemy ships to strike at weak points, while the twin capital ships would bombard them from afar.

"Disable them. Prisoners are preferred."