Sector Headquarters, Lantilles
The briefing room was unusually quiet.
A hologram of the **Kashyyyk system** floated above the central table, dozens of red Separatist markers surrounding the green world.
**Moff Terbon** looked grim.
"The Jedi have recalled the blockade force over Kashyyyk," he said.
Murmurs spread across the officers in the room.
"Separatist reinforcements have arrived in overwhelming numbers. The Republic fleet stationed there has been forced to withdraw temporarily."
Terbon turned toward me.
"General Dagon… I won't sugarcoat this. Any attempt to break that blockade right now borders on suicide."
He gestured toward the hologram.
"Most of our sector fleet is still unavailable. Commander Kinaun is in the Donovia system, and Tirimaki won't arrive for hours. Our Acclamators are undergoing repairs after the last battle."
"So you're asking me to go anyway," I said.
The Moff hesitated, then nodded.
"Kashyyyk cannot fall. If the Separatists secure the planet, they gain access to Wookiee manpower, hyperspace routes, and a staging point near the Core."
He leaned closer to the holotable.
"But with the forces we have available… I cannot order you to do this."
I studied the hologram of Kashyyyk for a moment.
The towering forests.
The ancient Wookiee cities built into colossal trees.
And more importantly…
The Wookiees themselves.
"I understand Kashyyyk," I said quietly.
Terbon raised an eyebrow.
"The Wookiees possess ancient armor crafted from the rare metals found in their forests. Not as strong as beskar, but durable enough to withstand blaster fire. And the Wookiees themselves…"
I allowed a small smile.
"They are incredibly strong. Loyal allies once you earn their trust."
"So you'll take the mission?" Terbon asked.
"Yes."
The room fell silent.
"But," I continued, "I'll need whatever ships you can spare."
Terbon sighed.
"That's the problem. Most of the **Acclamator-class assault ships** are still under repair. I can only provide a handful of operational vessels and light cruiser reinforcements."
"That will be enough."
He looked skeptical.
"General… the Separatist fleet around Kashyyyk includes multiple **Lucrehulk carriers**, Recusant destroyers, and Munificent frigates."
"I know," I replied calmly.
"Good luck, General."
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## Dagon's Fleet
**1 Terminus-class Star Destroyer**
*Terminus*
**6 Acclamator-class Assault Ships**
Akagi
Kaga
Shōkaku
Ryūjō
Midway
Independence
Each carrying:
* 100 V-19 Torrent starfighters
* 50 TIE Interceptor / Whisper variants
**60 Consular-class Light Cruisers**
The Terminus itself carried:
* 220 TIE Interceptor / Whisper variants
* 25 N-6 Naboo Scurrg heavy fighter-bombers
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## CIS Blockade Fleet – Kashyyyk
All droid-controlled.
* **1 Lucrehulk Command Ship** – 1500 Vulture droids
* **3 Lucrehulk Battleships** – 1600 Vulture droids each
* **10 Recusant-class Destroyers** – 200 Vulture droids each
* **30 Munificent-class Frigates** – 150 Vulture droids each
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# Entering the Kashyyyk System
The green world of **Kashyyyk** appeared through the viewport.
And so did the blockade.
Thousands of starfighters surrounded massive Separatist warships.
On the bridge, Captain Ragnos spoke carefully.
"General… that's a lot of droids."
"Yes," I said calmly.
I closed my eyes.
The Force flowed through me.
**Battle Meditation.**
Ancient Sith techniques, refined through years of war.
I connected with every pilot.
Every ship.
Every gunner.
Their minds linked to mine.
Their movements became extensions of my will.
"Fleet," I said through the comms.
"Prepare attack formation."
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# The Slash
"Helm," I ordered.
"Maximum acceleration."
"Yes, General!"
The **Terminus** surged forward.
Unlike standard Republic vessels, the Terminus had been modified with experimental **SPAR drives**, making it faster and far more maneuverable than a ship its size had any right to be.
The Star Destroyer cut toward the edge of the blockade.
"Enemy fighters launching!" a sensor officer shouted.
"Let them," I replied.
"Acclamators, follow my vector."
Behind the Terminus, the six **Acclamator-class assault ships** formed up.
The fleet cut across the edge of the blockade like a blade.
A **slash attack**.
Before the droids could react, the Terminus unleashed a devastating barrage.
Turbolasers tore into the outer Munificent frigates.
Two exploded instantly.
"Breakthrough achieved!" the tactical officer reported.
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# The Spearhead
"Now," I said.
The fleet shifted formation.
The Acclamators moved behind the Terminus.
From above, the formation resembled a **spearhead**.
But it was only a feint.
The real attack came from the **Consular-class light cruisers**.
"Deploy rotating arrow formations."
"Yes, General!"
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# The Arrow Formations
The **60 Consular cruisers** split into groups of six.
Ten formations total.
Each group formed a **rotating arrowhead**, constantly shifting positions.
Inside the formation flew the starfighters.
Protected.
Hidden.
The Consulars' speed and light turbolasers tore through swarms of **Vulture droids**.
"Enemy fighters destroyed in sector three!"
"Arrow group five advancing!"
The formations advanced toward the **Munificent-class frigates**.
"Fighters," I commanded through the Force.
"Break formation."
The starfighters burst from the protective arrows like unleashed predators.
They formed **cavalry arrow formations**.
V-19 Torrents and TIE Interceptors mixed together.
They struck the frigates from multiple angles.
Engines.
Shield nodes.
Hangars.
Within seconds, Munificent frigates began exploding.
"Frigate destroyed!"
"Another one down!"
"Enemy formation collapsing!"
Normally, pilots could never coordinate like this.
But through **Battle Meditation**, I guided them all.
Thousands of minds.
One will.
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# The Hammer
"Acclamators," I ordered.
"Prepare SPHA-T cannons."
The modified **lower hangars** opened.
Inside each ship sat a massive **Self-Propelled Heavy Artillery Turbolaser**.
"Fire."
Six beams of devastating energy lanced across space.
A **Recusant destroyer** vanished in a single shot.
Another beam struck a Munificent.
It split in half.
"Direct hit!"
"Enemy destroyer eliminated!"
Captain Ragnos stared at the tactical display.
"General… we're tearing them apart."
"Not yet," I replied.
I turned toward the largest red marker.
The **Lucrehulk command ship**.
"Helm," I said calmly.
"Bring the Terminus forward."
Turbolasers charged.
"Let's end their command structure."
The battle for **Kashyyyk** had only just begun.