Author - Ngl I really regret putting in 'the system' because I just dont know how to write it/make it work so it is not overpowered and fits the story etc so I asked people and they say they'd rather see me scrap it than just randomly have it pop up. So from now on please pretend as if the system never fucking appeared lmao I beg, I am just a humble shit tier fanfic writer cant expect my story to be S tier writing.
PS> I am fucking lazy to go back to all chapters edit out the system and change them everywhere I post. It is what it is. Also have been toying with the idea of writing a Lord of the rings fanfic and was just busy researching everything and planning things out lmao, dont know if I will start posting any time yet.
Have 2 main ideas one is from the script from divide and conquer a mod for medieval 2 where the clans of enedwaith are scattered and you have to unite them all into a new kingdom, but I have a twist, it would be set during 2nd age where numenoreans sail from their island and start deforesting eriador and subjugating 'the lesser men' like clans of enedwaith. 2nd idea is reincarnated as a black numenorean in service to Sauron hundred years before war for the ring, this however would be less serious and would be a NSFW harem.
***
Twenty minutes after the scout drone ping had lit up my datapad like a flare, I was still in my office, the door sealed, the lights dimmed to a low amber that made the room feel smaller than it was.
The bed was still rumpled from where I'd been sitting earlier, the decorative tapestry on the wall catching faint reflections from the holotable. I hadn't moved much since the alert came in just stared at the frozen frame of the shipyard feed for what felt like hours, the image of burning hangars and drifting debris burned into my retinas.
The confederation factions had fought each other, most of them had been there and it had ended fast. All of them took too much damage and are now also disorganised as they are being consolidated under the strongest of the victors and the fools started celebrating like they'd won the galaxy abandoning any thought to defences or restoring their ships capabilities.
They'd just handed me the fucking keys to the kingdom.
I tapped the console.
Emergency meeting protocol, full military staff. In-person for those in the palace or on Elyria Prime, holo for anyone off-world or too far to make it in under thirty minutes.
The message went out:
Emergency Meeting – Command Center – Immediate
Priority: Highest
Subject: Pirate operation.
All military leadership required. Holo if not on-site, pirate shipyard intel attached.
Infighting confirmed.
Opportunity window open.
Kael sent the scout drone footage and the raw data packet with it there was no time for summaries. They needed to see the same thing I'd seen, by yesterday. Replies came in almost instantly in affirmitive.
Kael then moved to the command centre and as soon as he sat down, Rusty rolled in first his dome lights flashing urgent red along with Torv, who didn't bother knocking. He just stepped inside, heavy repeater, that looks different than the one he had previously was slung across his whole back.
"Captain says you look like you haven't slept,"
He gave a low nod and took up position near the door.
The rest arrived in waves. I waited until everyone was settled, with no preamble I activated the holotable showing the scout drone footage, it played a bit grainy but clear, it showed what I seen. Pirate ships firing on each other, hangars exploding while debris were dancing through the void.
Of course this was all speed up so we would not be sitting here for an hour or so. Near the end it showed how the fighting ending abruptly proceeded by loud and immediate celebrations with lights flashing, cheers blaring across open channels, ships firing salvos into space like fireworks.
I let it run till the end and when it ended, the room was dead silent.
Some like the clones or Torv were confused about their lack of discipline or organisation post battle, with no sentries in sight or even semblance of restoring their defences. While others like Atti and Sira were amused at the pirates slaughtering each other whole sale.
"These idiots, when they gather in large numbers with what seems like most of their strength decided to slug it out. But since they are pirates and are cowards the fight lasted only briefly but they paid no mind to the destruction they caused on each other." I chuckle.
"And after that, these... Troglodytes. Start partying like its new millennium on Coruscant while not caring for their open defences and being drunk off their mind. This is our moment, they are disorganised, defenceless, drunk enough to the point it burns when they piss. We need to strike hard, and fast while they are in midst of their revelries."
Jaster's (holo) nodded. "Celebrating while knowing you are close enough to a hostile territory is something foolish, their readiness will be low and our fights on the ships and the yard will be safer since their aim will be wild due to alcohol. It means we need to hit now before they consolidate."
Torv grunted. "Before they sober up."
Sira added, "Militia can handle the brunt of the ground assault, with stormtroopers acting as spearheads and mandalorians as force reacon squads, and with their mobility to get behind the enemy and assist where needed."
Ridge (holo) spoke next. "Acclamators can provide orbital support. Iron Vanguard is on patrol now can re-position in hours. Resolute Dawn is training crews but can switch to combat-ready in less than half a day."
I looked around the table. "This is our window," I said. "We can't fuck it up. I want all hands on deck, there are thousands of those pirates and dozens of ships. But the pay off will be huge, we will get a full shipyard, hundreds of small to medium ships and fighters, ungodly ammount of supplies, credits and information and the slaves they have will be freed and integrated into population, from the size of that shipyard i'd wager they have thousands and even more on the ships."
***
Reza was first to speak, fingers already dancing across his datapad.
The holotable responded instantly zooming in on the pirate shipyard, overlaying the fresh drone scan data in red and orange heat-map layers. "Damage assessment first," he said, voice clipped but calm. "Look at the docking arms 3 of the primary ones are severed or venting while some of the other smaller ones have clear damage, some more than others while 6 look untouched. Hangar 4 is open to space. Debris field is thick enough to mask small-ship approaches. They're celebrating, so they're not sweeping for intruders."
Torv grunted from his spot near the wall. "Small teams. Mandalorians lead, in and out working behind enemy lines and as shock troops."
Karlach pointed at the holotable. "Orbital support, the Acclamators can provide cover fire. Iron Vanguard can jump in and suppress the outer defences. Resolute Dawn can carry troops and drop LAATs and other shuttles"
Ridge's holo image nodded. "Confirmed. Vanguard has full turbolaser complement. We can target the damaged hangars keep them pinned. Dawn can deploy ground teams."
Atii pushed off the wall she'd been leaning against. "Air support from Kom'rks and the new X-wings, the new mandalorian clan ships and warriors will be a huge boon."
There were a few comments here and there as we brainstormed.
After a while I raised one hand and the room quieted. "Target selection," I said. "We don't have time for half-measures. The shipyard and what is within it is the prize."
"Jaster's holo nodded. "Use the Black Sun corridors, approach undetected. Mandalorians drop in first silently with jetpacks, when given the signal they use breaching charges and make way to control rooms, armouries and other vital points, when that is done they will be used as rapid reaction force to help as needed and as force recon squads providing on ground scouting intel and information and tactical support from any command centres. Meanwhile militia will storm in and suppress the pirates while stormtroopers as shock troops and clean up duties."
Torv cracked his knuckles. "I'll lead a team to secure the control of the biggest ship. Torvyn clan can back me machinery specialists can disable their power grids and weapons in case we cant hold the ships or are needed to move and help out if the fight is bloody."
Elara spoke up. "Native warriors from the clans outside the city will also want to go and spill pirate blood, 300 hundred additional fighters that I can think of immediately from recent reports, give it half a day and the number might swell to an additional thousand. They want in on this."
Sira added, "We can split the militia. 1000 on the ground assaults. 500 on ship defense. 300 garrison here, we can also call up the freshest recruits if need be that have less than a month of training if its dire, around 340 people, but I would not recommend it, they can barley hold a blaster and have no clue about most call outs and would break at first sight of trouble most likely."
Varn,silent until now spoke quietly. "We replenished the original 500 stormtroopers mostly, with the additional 200 shinies that makes it 700 but the new ones need blooding. Put them on the second wave, attached to experienced stormtroopers not militia since they would not work well as shocktroops by themselves and would lead to higher casualties among the militia and shinies both."
Ridge's holo gave a small nod. "Agreed. Shinies are new but will learn fast under fire."
I looked at the map again."Timing," I said. "We move in 12 maximum, with the original jump set top jump at 6,30am if there are no delays. Kom'rks and X-wings along with bombers will go first, use Ion cannons on the biggest ships as priority, if you have any more prioritise cruisers and shipyard defences, establish immediate air superiority. Gozanti along with a few armoured haulers will jump in behind the Acclamators, the rest of our fighters like TIEs and headhunters will join in the fray to help deal with any ships and fighters that get up into the air."
I looked at everyone slowly to make sure they got all of that before continuing.
"Before that, mandalorians in Kom'rks will fly out and wait for signal to breach into the shipyard. We then concentrate most of our militia and stormtrooper forces on the biggest ships and the main hangar of the yard, once the biggest ships are disabled or captured we will push out to clear other ships and secure any entrance and exit to the parked ships while pushing deeper into the yard. Once mandalorians or anyone else makes it to the main command centre lock down all gravity wells and turn on the weapons against any ships so that they cant escape. From there its a cleanup, slow and methodical."
Atii grinned. "I like it, they won't know what hit them."K
Karlach frowned leaned forward. "Risks?"
"A single Gladiator-class is confirmed, it might be smaller than Acclamators but it is more powerful in terms of fire power or shielding than anything in our arsenal" Reza said immediately. "If they consolidate faster than we think, it could respond. We need scouts in-system before we commit."
Thorn added, "Palace garrison will stay our priority is the governor,. We can't leave home undefended."
Harlan quiet until now spoke up. "Logistics. We'll need med-evac ready. Any wounded from our side or freed slaves will be in bad shape."
Lira nodded. "Medical teams will be prepped with bacta on every ship."
"We prep. We rest when we can. We hit them before they sober up."
The holotable dimmed slightly as people started pulling up their own overlays, Reza plotting jump coordinates, Jaster marking drop zones, Torv selecting boarding teams, Elara started coordinating native warriors through clan elders and war chiefs.
***
Half a day later the command centre looked like a war zone that hadn't seen combat yet, morning was already upon Havenridge.
The holotable was still glowing with the same overlays from hours ago now layered with fresh scout drone scans, jump coordinates, troop assignments, and a dozen different contingency maps. Empty caf mugs and dirty plates stood in silent towers on every available surface.
Someone had dragged in extra chairs from the corridor and a few people had slumped against the walls for catnaps throughout the hours, but most of us hadn't slept more than two or three hours—if that.
I hadn't slept at all.
My eyes burned, my shoulders ached, and my voice had gone hoarse from talking nonstop. The datapad in front of me was warm from constant use, screen cracked in one corner from when I'd dropped it down too hard at 4a.m.
Reza looked like he'd aged ten years uniform rumpled and unbuttoned for the first time ever that I have ever seen him, his hair standing up in every direction, fingers stained from endless scrolling.
Jaster's was still up, but his eyes were bloodshot from the side as Torv had finally sat down first time I'd seen him do it in hours. Meanwhile, Karlach was propped in a chair with his injured shoulder braced, face pale but jaw set. While Varn sat ramrod straight like a statue, arms crossed, visor reflecting the holotable glow.
Sira and Thorn sat shoulder to shoulder or more likely Sira was asleep drooling on his shoulder while he was too tired to care. Elara had pulled her cloak tighter and not too long ago fell on the desk, not asleep since I can see her scrolling a datapad that is on her knees, Lira and Mira were huddled over together, sprawled over chairs. They have just finished the coordination of supply chains and medical evacs.
Out of all of us Rusty was still energetic since he got recharged just yesterday, he rolled around slowly trying not to wake those that are asleep or those that are awake and not annoy them.
Harlan who was somehow still neat kept rifling thorugh data while drinking another caf mug, which makes it a very concerning number at this point, all father bless him and his unreal adminstratorial skills.
While the clones Ridge, Hawk, Viper were on holo from their ships. Ridge's face was calm, but the shadows under his eyes were visible even in projection. Hawk kept rubbing his temple. Viper hadn't moved in hours, and I dont know if I just never seen it but I am pretty sure he has not blinked either. His holo is not frozen since I can hear and see other people walking behind him from time to time.
I cleared my throat.
Cool. It hurt, add that to the list of why this day is simultaneously bad and good.
"Updated intel," I rasped. "Scout drones just sent fresh scans. Celebrations are still going, they sure do know how to party I will give them that, they really are going all in on that. With no major patrols, no repair crews just droids doing it. They're drunk, they're tired and they're vulnerable."
I finish as I massage my eyes and whisper. "Honestly will they even be able to stand? Are we over preparing?"
Reza pulled up the new overlay orange heat signatures clustered around the main hangars, green flickers for minimal guard posts."
Same as before," he said. "No change in their disposition. They think they've won something." He then sighs tiredly "idiots."
Next was Jaster as he down an entire cup of caf in one go. "No, they haven't. We move soon, preparations took longer than expected.
Torv grunted, but did not speak, even he was weary and tired, everyone was exhausted.
"There is still time till departure," I said. "Rest when you can. Eat and check gear."
The room started to empty slowly people gathering datapads and waking up those that fell asleep, murmuring last-minute notes, clones signing off to prep their ships.
***
Three hours later the command centre had the feel of a room that had been lived in for days without sleep. The holotable still glowed with the same overlays from hours before.
In those free hours we could have went to sleep and relax. I didn't, I simply could not fucking fall asleep, I was part excited and worried about this fight.
I sigh as I pour my self more caf, my eyes burned, my shoulders ached, and my voice while not gone again, it feels like it will any minute again if I start talking non-stop again.
"This is it," I said. "Last briefing before departure. We're not hitting any outposts along the way, we're going straight for the shipyard."
I tapped the holotable and the feed zoomed in.
The shipyard filled the display again. Hundreds of ships, big and small were docked or drifting nearby: cruisers, frigates, armed freighters, skiffs, fighters. Some were damaged. Some were intact. All of them were pirate.
Reza spoke first, voice clipped. "Confederation of dozens of different pirate groups. They have not even begun consolidating under the strongest faction after the battle, too busy getting drunk. We're looking at thousands of pirates, maybe approaching ten thousand if you count every crew member, fighter pilot, and deckhand. Not all are combat-effective right now they're celebrating but they're there."
Jaster's nodded. "Hundreds of ships. At least six cruisers we can identify, maybe eight. Dozens of frigates and armed freighters, converted and stolen haulers are also present but they are more for transporting loot and pirates than actual combat. They have hundreds of fighters and skiffs and a single gladiator class. The shipyard itself has defenses, with turbolasers on the outer rings, point-defense turrets, tractor beams on the main docking arms. Some are damaged from the infighting, but not all."
Varn grunted. "They still have numbers. Ten thousand bodies means they can throw bodies at us. Even if half are drunk or hungover."
Karlach leaned forward. "The Gladiator-class is indeed confirmed in the area. It's their flagship. More powerful in firepower and shielding than anything we have. If they rally it in time, we're looking at a slugging match we definitely will not win in a traditional ship to ship fight."
Ridge's holo image spoke calmly. "Orbital defences are active mainly on the inner layers. The shipyard has multiple layers of turboloader batteries. Tractor beams can lock onto incoming ships. Internal hangars can launch fighters in waves. Even with damage, the structure itself is a fortress."
Sira spoke quietly, noticibly sitting away from Thorn, even though she always seemed to sit near him. Is she embarassed she drooled on him, maybe I should send them both on an extended mission together? To foster... Relations between army groups.
As I was playing matchmaker in my head Sira spoke. "They have the numbers we have surprise and coordination. But if they rally, we're looking at 3:1 or worse odds on the ground and even greater in space."
I looked at the holotable. The shipyard stared back at scarred but massive, filled with ships and filled with drunk pirates.
The holotable dimmed slightly as the last overlays settled into place. I leaned forward, palms flat on the edge of the table, feeling the faint warmth of the projector against my skin.
I exhaled."This is what we're bringing," I said. I tapped the table. The holotable responded with a clean force breakdown green icons for our assets, numbers updating in real time as Sira and Reza fed in the last confirmations."Ships first," I began.
"Two Acclamators Resolute Dawn and Iron Vanguard. Troop transport, orbital support, turbolasers, concussion missiles. Gozanti as command ship. 3 retrofitted pirate cruisers two in good shape, one still limping but combat-capable. A few Kom'rks from the Mandalorians. A handful of skiffs. Several converted and armed haulers for troop and supply transport. Headhunters, remaining TIEs, bombers, X-wings all operational."
Reza nodded. "Air wing is solid. Kom'rks for close support and mandalorian transport along with dog fights and initial strike on key ships and targets. Acclamators for heavy cover."
I continued. "Ground forces. Militia around 2000 total. Everyone going except the freshest recruits. Leaving two hundred behind as garrison. Additional 800 clan warriors just confirmed last-minute call-ups from the outer tribes. They're boarding transports now."
Sira spoke up. "They're eager. Lightly armed but fierce. They'll fight on the ground and in boarding actions."
I nodded. "Mandalorians. All of Jaster's clan full strength. All three new clans Beviin, Vhett, Torvyn. Every warrior they have. Total Mandalorian fighting strength around two hundred twenty plus support personnel."
Jaster gave a small nod. "We lead the drops. Jetpacks, breaching charges, shock troops. The new clans will integrate seamlessly they're hungry to prove themselves."
"Stormtroopers," I said. "Five hundred veterans plus the two hundred fresh shinies from the relief convoy. Seven hundred total. Veterans lead. Shinies follow in second wave under veteran supervision."
I looked at the total force projection on the table.
Militia: 2,136 (200 stay as garrison).
Clan warriors: 800.
Mandalorians: 220+ warriors.
Stormtroopers: 700.
Clones: Experienced senior naval officers on the Acclamators.
Palace guard: 100 coming with me.
Ships: Gozanti, 2 Acclamators, 3 cruisers, Kom'rks, skiffs, armed haulers, fighters/bombers.I tapped the table once more.
"I'm going too," I said, suprising all, Rusty even went into a skidding slide into the side of the table as Harlan snapped his electronic pen he was using to sign documents.
I ignored them. "I will be on the Gozanti and will bring with me the palace guard leaving only a squad behind to guard the palace. They'll secure the bridge and command deck and go where I go."
Thorn gave a single, sharp nod. "They're ready, Governor."
The room went quiet for a second. Atii broke it, slightly fidgeting with the little knife she had in her hand as her eyes darted from me to the holo. "You sure about going yourself?"
I met her eyes. "No, not really but I have to." I shrugged. No one argued, but Harlan just sighed as if he knew I just dont want to stay behind and do paperwork. Sorry buddy, your on your own.
Reza spoke next. "Force composition is set. Everyone who can fight is going, we launch in less than an hour."
The meeting broke, faster than the previous one but still slow and sluggish due to our exhaustion, at least we will be able to take a few hour nap before we arrive.
***
Roughly thirty minutes after the final briefing ended, I stood on the bridge of the Gozanti, my flagship for this operation watching the fleet assemble through the main viewport.
The uniform I wore was new, issued just that morning from the relief convoy's stores. It was the standard Imperial officer battle dress based on the same pattern used by field commanders in the Clone Wars and refined in the years since:
Dark gray tunic with reinforced shoulder pauldrons, high collar pinned with the Elyrian governor's insignia (a stylized crimson-and-gold planetary crest), black gloves, black trousers tucked into polished combat boots, and a short, practical cape in deep charcoal gray that ended at mid-thigh. The fabric was durasteel-weave lightweight but cut-resistant layered with ablative plating over the vital areas: chest, shoulders, forearms. A compact blaster pistol hung at my right hip, my father's old sidearm, and a vibroknife was sheathed on the left.
No ceremonial cape or silver threading. This was purely for battle.
The bridge crew worked quietly around me. Consoles hummed. Status lights flickered green across every station. Through the viewport, the fleet was forming up in low orbit above Elyria Prime.The two Acclamators Resolute Dawn and Iron Vanguard hung like old beasts of war, scarred hulls catching the planet's reflected light. Their engines glowed a steady blue-white, ready to jump.
The three retrofitted pirate cruisers flanked them two in good shape, one still showing weld marks and scorch patterns from the battle months ago. Kom'rks from the Mandalorian clans darted between them like hornets, ferrying last-minute personnel and equipment. Skiffs and armed haulers converted freighters with added turrets and shielding formed up in loose wings.
While fighters and bombers X-wings, Y-wings, remaining TIEs and Headhunters stopped darting around and either docked on the ships or launched in squadrons, streaking into formation around the capital ships, ready to jump first along with the Kom'rks.
Below us, the surface was dotted with transports lifting off, last minute militia boarding parties, native clan warriors, palace guard contingents.
Few minutes later I felt the deck vibrate faintly as the Gozanti's engines spooled up, the Kom'rks and all hyper space capable fighters and bombers already left as an advanced party.
Reza stepped up beside me, datapad in hand. "Fleet status green across the board," he said. "Jump coordinates locked. Hyperspace launch in seven minutes."
I nodded. "Good."
Jaster's voice came over the bridge comm holo feed from his Kom'rk." All Mandalorians aboard and ready. We'll drop first when we arrive. Shock and recon."
Atii's voice followed bright, edged with excitement. "Fighter wings formed up. X-wings and bombers in position. Kom'rks standing by. We'll clear the sky."
Ridge's calm clone voice cut in from Resolute Dawn."Dawn and Vanguard standing by for jump. Troop bays loaded. Ready to deploy on your order, sir."
Sira's voice came next." Militia transports full. Native warriors embarked. We're ready."I looked out the viewport one last time.
The fleet was beautiful in its own brutal way scarred ships, mismatched hulls, glowing engines, formations tight and deadly.
I turned to the bridge crew. "Sound jump alert," I said.
The klaxon sounded low, steady, with that iconic imperial era sound.
"Fleet, this is Governor Voss," I said over the open channel. "We're going in. We hit the shipyard. We free the slaves. We take what's theirs. We end this. Remember, peace through power this sector shall know peace or we shall die trying to bring it"
A chorus of acknowledgments and cheers rolled in from every ship, every squad.I looked at Reza.
"Jump."
And the stars stretched in the beautiful colours of blue and white.