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==Guide for Competition Creation and Warfare Office==
The following 3 sections are for members who need detailed information on creating competitions, and some info on what competitions the WO runs throughout the year.

==Fleet Competitions==

The Warfare Office runs several major competitions throughout the year.

**FLEET COMPETITIONS**

*Raise the Flag - a king of the hill competition where pilots compete against each other at an individual, squadron, and battlegroup level. Raise the Flag is usually held in September of each year.

*Imperial Storm - a month-long competition that pits the EH against an NPC enemy. Battlegroups need to earn enough points to defeat enemy fleets, completing the objectives that advance the [[EH Plotline]]. Imperial Storm is held in February or March of each year.

*Squadron (Re)Mobilization - a month-long competition that has squadrons completing "tiers" to earn titles, as well as having the ability to switch craft or squadron objectives. Squadron (Re)Mobilization is usually run in June.

** INDIVIDUAL COMPETITIONS **

*Ace of the TIE Corps - a year-long competition split into three rounds with Single Player (SP), Player vs Player (PvP), and Player vs Environment (PvE) subcategories. Pilots compete to earn the most points every month and year.

*TIE Corps in Battle - an annual competition where squadrons and battlegroups compete against each other, completing 4 assigned battles (TIE, XvT, XWA, and TFTC) every month for 4 months. Awards are given for the top squadron and the top battlegroup. Each year tends to have 1 season, and it starts in the beginning of the year (usually).

*[[Trivia Grand Tour|Trivia Grand Tour]] - Trivia Grand Tour is a currently inactive competition that was run by the WO. If time allows, we hope to bring it back

==Duplicate Competitions==

Please do not create duplicate competitions, as they are a a way of double dipping medals. For example, we already have Ace of the TIE Corps, where you fly missions for points. Do not make a competition that has the same premise, like a squadron-level version of this. This is an unfair way to get double the medals for half the effort.

==Iron Stars and ORAs==

Please follow the following medal guidelines when creating competitions:

*Operational Readiness Awards (ORAs) should not be awarded as participation medals. The idea of an ORA is to reward achievements made during a competition without placing in the rankings. For example, if a competition is about playing 50 XWA missions, and you get a high score on 1/2 of them, you can give an ORA for that. But do not give an ORA for completing the 50 missions, or using the ORA as a placement medal below the IS-CW/CR.

*Iron Star w/ Copper Wings- the IS-CW should never be awarded as the first place award in a competition. The IS-CW should be used as a runner-up to the IS-BW. Same applies for IS-CR.

*Iron Star w/ Bronze Wings- the IS-BW should be a first place award for a squadron-level competitions that lasts LESS THAN A MONTH, or as a runner-up for the IS-SW. Same applies for the IS-BR.

*Iron Star w/ Silver Wings- the IS-SW should be the first place award of a squadron-level competition that lasts ONE MONTH OR MORE. It can also be the runner-up for the IS-GW. Same applies for the IS-SR

*Iron Star w/ Gold Wings- The IS-GW should be the first-place award of a battlegroup level competition, or for Corp-wide competitions that last for a few months. They can also be the runner-ups for the IS-PW. Same applies for the IS-GR. Battlegroup level competitions that last for less than a month should NOT use the IS-GW to keep it rare.

*Iron Star w/ Platinum Wings- The IS-PW may only be awarded for first place in Corp-wide competitions that last at least 4 months, or for complex events like Raise the Flag or Imperial Storm. These are not to be a runner up for any medal. Same applies to the IS-PR.

If you see competitions with medals that are not allowed to be awarded, deny the competition and explain why.

*If you are not sure if your awards are OK or not, please contact the WO or the WOA's.
**The WO is FA [[Phoenix Berkana]]
**The WOA's are LCM [[User:GamerRat!|GamerRat]] and LCM Prot Azar

==[[Guide for WOAs|Guide for WOAs]]==

So, you've been selected for the role of Warfare Office Assistant (WOA). You need to know how to perform the many tasks that occur daily in the Warfare Office, so that you can be a good assistant to our current [[Warfare Officer]] [[Fleet Admiral|FA]] [[Phoenix Berkana]]. You will need to know how to write medal recommendations, process competitions, write news articles, and pull data for Ace of the TIE Corps and TIE Corps in Battle. This guide will contain all of the basic skills needed for daily performance in the eventful like of a WOA.

==Section 1: Medal Recommendations==

Writing medal recommendations is an integral part of running mass competitions or helping people who can't write them hand out the necessary awards (such as non-leadership roles). The first step to writing a recommendation is navigating to your "Management" page on the EH website.
[[Image:Management Select Screen.png|thumb|450px|Right|<center> Select the area circled in red</center>]]
Step 1:Select the "Recommend an Award" option
[[Image:Recommend Award Screen.png|thumb|450px|Right|<center> This section is more advanced. There are multiple fields to fill out</center>]]
Step 2: Firstly, in the area circled in red, enter the username of the person who you wish to award the medal to. You will only be able to enter TC accounts, not SO ones. Then, in the area circled yellow, enter the competition ID. Every competition has one, and it is listed at the very top of every competition page. For example, Ace of the TIE Corps 2025- Season One has the ID #7902. Next, select the medal. As a WOA, you will only be able to award ORAs, all of the Iron Star types, and TUA/MUAs. This area is highlighted in green. Then, in the area circled in blue, enter the quantity. Sometimes, competitions can have multiples of the same medal in the rewards. Lastly, in the area circled in brown, type in the recommendation. This usually includes the achievement that the recipient had, such as "For achieving first place in Ace of the TIE Corps 2025- Season 1, LCM GamerRat is awarded the IS-GW. Great Job!" You will not need to enter in the Combat ID #, as those are for COO run events and (usually) do not apply to the WOA. But if necessary, fill it out.

==Section 2: Processing Competitions==
Another major role of a WOA and the WO is to process competitions that are created by TC members. This process is relatively simple, but requires some basic knowledge about ongoing competitions and awards.
[[File:Management Process Competition.png|thumb|450px|Right|<center> Select the area cirlced in red</center>]]
To begin the competition approve/deny process, select the area called "Process pending competitions"
[[File:Competition Process Screen.png|thumb|450px|Right|<center> Here you have multiple areas to look at.</center>]]
Here, there are 3 sections to look at. First, look at the areas circled in green. Check to see if the medals correspond with the competition task (no IS-xR for flying missions or no IS-xW for non-flying missions), the dates (some medals cant be awarded if the competition doesn't last long enough), and the competition details, as the competition could be a repeat of, for example, TCIB. If you feel like everything is good, select "Approve" in the area circled in red, then click "Process Competitions" (area circled in yellow). If you approve it, a notification will be sent to the competition creator.
[[File:Competition Deny Screen.png|thumb|450px|Right|<center> Do this to deny a competition</center>]]
Should the competition not be valid for whatever reason (here it is a near-repeat of TCIB), you will deny that competition. Do everything like above, but for the area circled in red, select "Deny". This will cause a textbox to pop up at the bottom of the screen (circled blue). Here you will enter the reason you denied the competition. For example: "This competition is a near-repeat of TCIB. Please do not submit repeats of existing competitions." or "You can't have IS-GW's for competitions that are not Corp-level. Change the award and resubmit for approval." After this, click the area highlighted yellow (Process Competitions). This will send a message to the creator that is was denied.

==Section 3:News Articles==
For those who do not know, news articles are those announcements that appear on the EH site when you click the "Club News" button. These usually display promotions, changes of command, or the achievements of pilots. There are a few basic steps to writing one.
[[File:Management News Post.png|thumb|375px|Right|<center> Click "Post News Article" on the management tab</center>]]
Here, you choose the option to write a news post.
[[File:Post News Choose WO.png|thumb|450px|Right|<center> Here are multiple fields to pick out.</center>]]
On this page, you write everything you want in the news post. First, enter the headline/title (area circled red). This is the title of your post. Secondly, pick a Headline Graphic (area circled yellow). This is a small image of the "origin" of the news. As a WOA or WO, pick the one that is called "WO- Warfare Officer". This will display the insignia of the WO. However, in news related to competitions like RtF or Imperial Storm, you may choose those options. Next, enter a subgroup (circled in green). By default, it is (without displaying it) set to Emperor's Hammer. Choosing Emperor's Hammer will send the news to both the TC and SO discord servers and it will display it on both websites. Choosing TIE Corps will only send to TC Discord and TC website, and similarly with the SO option. Since you are a WOA or WO, you should pick TIE Corps or Emperor's Hammer. Before moving on, enter the text. This will be the news that you are sharing. This area is circled in blue. Now, prepare to scroll down.
[[File:Post News Article pt2.png|thumb|400px|Right|<center> This is the bottom of the previous page.</center>]]
Now that you have scrolled down, you will have a few more things to choose. Circled red is the news from the previous section. In yellow is the option to post to Discord or not. This determines if the message will be posted on Discord. By default, it is turned on. Now, press the "Preview" button (circled blue). This will show a preview of the message as it will appear on the EH website(s). If you are satisfied, you may press the "Post News" button, sending it to the EH Discords and websites.
[[File:NewsPreview.png|thumb|500px|Left|<center> Here is an example of a News Article</center>]]
This is an example of a News Article. You can see that the Warfare Office logo was selected, and it is visible on the top left, as well as other info that was put into there.

==Section 4: BSF Submission Data==
How do you think the WO office figures out who flew a certain battle for TCIB? Obviously we do not go through EVERY active pilot's activity section to see if they submitted that BSF! We have a special search tool. You will now learn how to pull BSF data from the database.

[[File:TCIB 2025 Round 3.png|thumb|300px|Right|<center> Here we use XWA-TC 4</center>]]
Here we choose the battle to find all of it's BSF submissions. In TCIB, you would be pulling up BSfs for 16 different battles, and putting them into a spreadsheet (if necessary).

[[File:Management BSF Search.png|thumb|350px|right|<center> Click on the "BSF Search" button in Advanced Stats of your management page to take you to the BSF Search page (circled red).</center>]]

[[File:BSF Search Parameters.png|thumb|350px|right|<center> The BSF Search Page </center>]]
You have finally arrived to the BSF search page. There are 3 sections to enter data into. Firstly, into the "Start Date", place the date when that TCIB round began. For this one, it began on March 1st, 2024. This area is circled red. Then, into the "End Date", enter the date that is 2 days AFTER the end date of that TCIB round. As TCIB does not have repeating battles in a season, repeated results are not a problem. Entering 2 days after also makes sure that the system didn't miss any BSFs, as that can occasionally, though rarely, happen. This section is circled yellow. Next, into the "Battle" section, type in the battle who's BSFs you would like to view. For this example, we will use XWA-TC 4 "Privateer". This area is circled in green. Lastly, click "Search". This will take you to the results of the BSF search, showing all BSFs submitted for XWA-TC 4 in that time period. This button is blue and is circled blue as well.

[[File:Results BSF Search.png|thumb|350px|Right|<center> The results of a search for XWA-TC 4. Nice job [[Vanguard88]]. </center>]]
You can now see the results of the search. It lists by score amount, with the highest at the top. You can now see who participated, their score, their high scores, and their .plt file. If you are required to input this data into a Spreadsheet, scroll to the bottom of the page and copy it as a CSV. You can now input it into spreadsheet programs like Google Sheets or Microsoft Excel for easy to view info.

[[Category:Manuals]]

2025-03-20T20:51:10Z

Phoenix:

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2025-03-20T20:49:27Z

Phoenix:

Imperial Storm VII Mid Campaign Fiction

2025-03-20T20:38:10Z

Phoenix:

===Background===

This fiction by Sector Admiral Kamjin serves as a mid-campaign update to [[Imperial Storm VII]]. It can also be accessed here: https://tc.emperorshammer.org/view_fiction.php?id=448

===The Interview===

[[Image:MiraValith.jpg|left|400px|LT Mira Valith]] “How long has she been in there?” Sector Admiral Kamjin Lap’lamiz asked the stormtrooper standing outside the brig. The dull red lights cast haunting shadows across the trooper’s now blood red hue.

“She’s been confined for three days since her capture. No one has been in to see her in the last twenty-four hours,” the trooper responded. Kamjin glanced at the door. Even without the Force he could feel the anxiety and fear seeping through. He ran his hand through his scruff of a beard. It was sooner than he’d prefer but the fleet was going to be within striking distance of the Fuel Depot in a matter of days. He’d have to chance it.

Kamjin gave a nod and the stormtrooper opened the door. The lone woman sat in the barren, metallic, Imperial cell. The dull lighting barely illuminated her chiseled features. Her auburn hair had once been in a tight double bun but strains had started to fall out. The light cash an odd hue over her almost pearly white skin while her slightly upturned nose and pouty lips gave her a childish look. The binders hummed as they constricted her hands in front of her. Kamjin stepped into the room and before the door could finish closing the prisoner spoke.

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira recited with military precision. Despite the dire situation she found herself in her voice floated like a melody on the wind over a summer glade. Kamjin’s eyes narrowed as he took this in. He had not expected her to be so…young. Perhaps he was showing signs of his own aging and being a family man…even an estranged family man, made him think that these conflicts were more suited to his generation.

Stepping into the cell, he activated the in-built chair that rose from the floor. Gathering his thoughts he sat down, straightening out his olive-gray tunic. He had opted to wear the standard duty uniform with no embellishments nor rank badge. Only the command code cylinders gave any indication that he was an officer. Mira’s face, to the best of her ability, tried to stay impassive. Her eyes gave her away. They darted between Kamjin’s face, his gloved hands resting idly on his legs, the door that so briefly gave her a glimpse of freedom.

“Hi Mira, are you thirsty?” Kamjin asked, giving his characteristically disarming smirk of a smile.

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira recited again, though Kamjin thought there was a hint color on her checks that had nothing to do with the lighting in the cell.

“Maybe later then, after we’ve talked. Are you doing well? Did the medics check you out when you got here?”

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025.”

Kamjin smiled and crossed his legs. “I see the First Order has trained you well. You said you’re a Lieutenant. You seem young to be a Lieutenant, is this your first posting?”

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025.”

“Mira, I’m not the enemy here. You’re restrained only because it’s standard procedure. I’m sure you understand that if the positions were reversed you’d have to do the same. No one here wants to hurt you. We’re all on the same side.”

“We are not on the same…Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira shifted uneasily.

[[Image:First_order.png|right|200px|First Order]] “Why are we not the same?” Kamjin asked. Mira sat silent this time. “I have served the Empire since I was a child. Your iconography clearly has Imperial origins. Your ship designs are based upon Imperial designs. Your flight suits are clearly an evolution of our Imperial designs.”

Mira pursed her lips. Kamjin could see the struggle of wanting to respond. Clearly whatever indoctrination the First Order had done was in conflict with her military training. “Is it because we’re directly continuing the Emperor’s directives while the First Order is seeking to imitate the Imperial dream?”

Mira scowled and looked away. “I was trained in the Imperial Academy. Did you know that? I served in the Imperial Navy before Endor. There was no First Order division then. So, I’m curious, are we not the same because you’re not really Imperial?” Kamjin uncrossed his legs and leaned forward.

Mira snapped her head back, staring hard at Kamjin. “If you were truly Imperial, why didn't you participate in Operation Cinder? Why weren’t you at Jakku? Why aren’t you with us now?”

“What are you doing now?” Kamjin picked up the pace of his questions. He had her.

“We are trying to bring order to the galaxy.”

“How?”

“You’ll see. Soon you’ll all see.”

“What? A fleet? We’ve seen your ships, they aren’t concerning us.”

“You have no idea.”

“Let’s talk about what I do have an idea of,” Kamjin said, standing up suddenly. Mira’s eyes flashed in panic. “I’m having a conversation with one Lieutenant Mira Valith. A rather capable cargo and shuttle pilot in service of the First Order. She’s the daughter of a mid-level data analyst who works within the First order’s science division. He’s a rather uninspiring individual who won’t be getting that promotion he’s been trying for the last several years,” Kamjin began to pace slowly in front of Mira. Her eyes followed him as if he were a crystal snake preparing to strike.

“I know you, just like your father, aspire for something greater. I know that you’ve been overriding the simulator pits to practice on those TIE Fighters the First Order uses. Did you know that Commander Velasco is aware of your activities?” Mira gasped and then shut her mouth. “Ah, I see you didn’t. He has known for a while and he’s been the one bypassing the security notices to allow you to practice. Clearly he sees something in you. I’m sure if we had a civil conversation I would see the same,” Kamjin turned and smiled. Mira’s face was contorted in thought. How did he know this about her? How did he know about Commander Velasco? Was it pride in knowing her superior was recognizing her abilities? Was it pride in knowing that her enemy saw the same? Mira wetted her lips. Kamjin stopped pacing, staring down at her. She leaned forward, rocking on her seat. Kamjin smirked.

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira said, slumping her shoulders and staring down at her binders.

“You are wasting my time!” Kamjin raised his voice. His eyes flashed the horrid yellow-red that marked those who had dived into the Dark Side of the Force. Mira snapped her head up and gasped as she tried to bury herself against the wall.

“No…No. You have his eyes!” Mira screeched as she tried to shrink herself.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me about…him,” Kamjin sneered as he sat down again.

===The Call===

[[Image:Kamjin_Officer.png|left|400px|Sector Admiral Kamjin]] Hours later, Kamjin emerged from the cell. “Get her some food and water,” his voice cracked from exhaustion. Looking back at the crumpled form of Mira, he added, “Make sure she actually eats it.”

The stormtrooper saluted as the door locked itself but Kamjin was already down the corridor lost in thought. She hadn’t known a name, referencing only the ‘shadow’ or ‘mysterious man’. At one point she even called him ‘the consultant’ which was as telling as it was cryptic. A figure in a black cloak and robe with red trim. He definitely fit the historical profile that one thought of when it came to the Sith. If not for the reference to his eyes Kamjin would have dismissed him as another fraud. The galaxy was rife with people pretending to be Jedi who survived the purge or Sith operating from the shadows. But…it’s hard to dismiss the eyes. It’s one of the reasons Kamjin trained so hard to control his emotions to not betray himself. He had been right to chance it in showing them to Mira.

The Avenger was alive with the preparations for the upcoming fight. Kamjin felt his pulse quicken as the latest alarm klaxon sounded the next drill. They were ready for the First Order but…were they ready for what would come next? He stepped into his quarters and activated the comm. “Comms,” the curt response came.

“Connect me with Darth Surgo immediately,” Kamjin said as the line chirped in acknowledgement. Moments later the shadowy figure of Darth Surgo shimmered to life from Kamjin’s holoprojector.

“There is a Force user in play. Whether he’s a Sith is not known by our captive,” Kamjin said.

“We have had similar challenges in gaining insights…”

“What do we know?”

“We have a name. Voran Nexis,” Darth Surgo said. Kamjin ignored the look of accomplishment that harkened a desire for praise. Kamjin was not in the mood to give praise for something so trivial. Voran Nexis…the consultant.

“Keep at it,” Kamjin snapped the holoprojector off. Whoever this man was, Kamjin was not going to let them control the board.

===The Lower Levels===

“What are they doing up there?” Nyra Korr let a series of curses fly as the panel she was working on showered her with sparks. “Awrgh!” she brushed the sparks out of her braids. Her ebony skin was covered with grease but her brown eyes shone with a passion and rage as she ripped out the module she had spent the last three hours installing that was now molten slag. Ever since the raid they had been pulling triple shifts to get their tanker back up and running. Being left to float in the dead of space when another battle may be coming was not what their Captain wanted to experience.

She had seen the attack. It was old Imperial designs, relics really being nearly thirty years old. The Captain had said it had been raiders but they didn’t look like any raiders she’d seen before. Raiders were disjointed, they had a hodge podge collection of ships, they were easily spooked. These were military fighters. Nyra shook her head at the stupidity of lying to them as she took out her plasma torch and began slicing out the damaged relays to get a clean connection to split off of.

“Are you finished?”

Nyra jumped at the unexpected voice, her plasma torch scorching the panelling behind the relay. “No, I’m not done,” she said, turning around to come face to face with Darrek Kryze. His silvery Beskar armor and Mandalorian helmet reflected Nyra’s dirty face back at her. The blue accents on the visor seemed out of place to the ashen body glove he wore under his armor.

“You said you’d be done by now,” Darrek said, pointing at what clearly was the beginning of a new project.

“I would have been but that part was slag,” Nyra retorted pointing at the molten component on the floor.

“Get it done. We anticipate incoming fighters soon.”

“Isn’t that why you’re here? I thought Mandalorians were supposed to handle anything or was that just legends?” Nyra thought Darrek was sneering at her. “Now if you’re not here to help me work then get out of my way.”

===What Happened?===

[[Image:Takeda.png|right|400px|Grand Marshal Hoshiko Takeda]] Grand Marshal Hoshiko Takeda smashed her fist onto the display table. The latest reports were coming in and the Emperor’s Hammer’s forces were continuing their advance. The once calm control room was abuzz with officers trying to redeploy their forces to protect HydroStation 77.

Commander Taron Velasco saluted as he approached Takeda. Takeda took no notice as she dialed up a new star chart and scowled.Taron cleared his throat. “Yes, Commander?”

“The Impaler and Retribution have redeployed closer to the depot but the Emperor’s Hammer’s forces are continuing to advance. The Mandalorians are positioning themselves in a support role but…” Taron looked around before lowering his voice. “We should consider evacuating yourselves and the senior staff.”

Takeda stood up. Her golden brown eyes boring into the Commander. “Explain yourself?” she said in a hushed voice.

“There is a risk that their forces will get past our defenses. They have a Super-Star Destroyer lurking and if that were to be brought in we could be cut off. Better to evacuate our critical personnel and then attempt to move the depot.”

“If we fill up the depot to make a jump we’ll waste all the fuel we’ve refined this cycle. Not to mention we’ll lose this location. That’s…”

“You are more important than…”

“Stop,” Takenda said, her voice carrying. The room fell unnaturally silent. Takenda looked around and the room knew it was best to resume their activities. “I am not going to abandon my post when we still have three Resurgent-class Star Destroyers at our disposal. Now your job is to ensure this annoyance is quashed before…” Takeda trailed off as an alert came through signalling an incoming transmission. “I need to take this,” she said briskly and left for her office.

As soon as the doors sealed behind her the holoproject sprang to life. A cloaked figure appeared though his face was shrouded by his hood. “The Supreme Commander is displeased with your handling of the situation.”

“I understand. The Emperor’s Hammer forces have taken us by surprise with their fierceness. I have redeployed my forces and will repel their assault on this depot,” Takeda replied, sweat forming on her brow.

“That better be the case, Grand Marshal. Otherwise, I shall have to pay you a visit for a consultation,” the voice threatened as it faded out. Takeda found herself trembling as she turned to look out the windows. Perhaps it would be prudent to arrange for evacuating the depot.

Imperial Storm VII Mid Campaign Fiction

2025-03-20T20:35:47Z

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===The Interview===

[[Image:MiraValith.jpg|left|400px|LT Mira Valith]] “How long has she been in there?” Sector Admiral Kamjin Lap’lamiz asked the stormtrooper standing outside the brig. The dull red lights cast haunting shadows across the trooper’s now blood red hue.

“She’s been confined for three days since her capture. No one has been in to see her in the last twenty-four hours,” the trooper responded. Kamjin glanced at the door. Even without the Force he could feel the anxiety and fear seeping through. He ran his hand through his scruff of a beard. It was sooner than he’d prefer but the fleet was going to be within striking distance of the Fuel Depot in a matter of days. He’d have to chance it.

Kamjin gave a nod and the stormtrooper opened the door. The lone woman sat in the barren, metallic, Imperial cell. The dull lighting barely illuminated her chiseled features. Her auburn hair had once been in a tight double bun but strains had started to fall out. The light cash an odd hue over her almost pearly white skin while her slightly upturned nose and pouty lips gave her a childish look. The binders hummed as they constricted her hands in front of her. Kamjin stepped into the room and before the door could finish closing the prisoner spoke.

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira recited with military precision. Despite the dire situation she found herself in her voice floated like a melody on the wind over a summer glade. Kamjin’s eyes narrowed as he took this in. He had not expected her to be so…young. Perhaps he was showing signs of his own aging and being a family man…even an estranged family man, made him think that these conflicts were more suited to his generation.

Stepping into the cell, he activated the in-built chair that rose from the floor. Gathering his thoughts he sat down, straightening out his olive-gray tunic. He had opted to wear the standard duty uniform with no embellishments nor rank badge. Only the command code cylinders gave any indication that he was an officer. Mira’s face, to the best of her ability, tried to stay impassive. Her eyes gave her away. They darted between Kamjin’s face, his gloved hands resting idly on his legs, the door that so briefly gave her a glimpse of freedom.

“Hi Mira, are you thirsty?” Kamjin asked, giving his characteristically disarming smirk of a smile.

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira recited again, though Kamjin thought there was a hint color on her checks that had nothing to do with the lighting in the cell.

“Maybe later then, after we’ve talked. Are you doing well? Did the medics check you out when you got here?”

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025.”

Kamjin smiled and crossed his legs. “I see the First Order has trained you well. You said you’re a Lieutenant. You seem young to be a Lieutenant, is this your first posting?”

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025.”

“Mira, I’m not the enemy here. You’re restrained only because it’s standard procedure. I’m sure you understand that if the positions were reversed you’d have to do the same. No one here wants to hurt you. We’re all on the same side.”

“We are not on the same…Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira shifted uneasily.

[[Image:First_order.png|right|200px|First Order]] “Why are we not the same?” Kamjin asked. Mira sat silent this time. “I have served the Empire since I was a child. Your iconography clearly has Imperial origins. Your ship designs are based upon Imperial designs. Your flight suits are clearly an evolution of our Imperial designs.”

Mira pursed her lips. Kamjin could see the struggle of wanting to respond. Clearly whatever indoctrination the First Order had done was in conflict with her military training. “Is it because we’re directly continuing the Emperor’s directives while the First Order is seeking to imitate the Imperial dream?”

Mira scowled and looked away. “I was trained in the Imperial Academy. Did you know that? I served in the Imperial Navy before Endor. There was no First Order division then. So, I’m curious, are we not the same because you’re not really Imperial?” Kamjin uncrossed his legs and leaned forward.

Mira snapped her head back, staring hard at Kamjin. “If you were truly Imperial, why didn't you participate in Operation Cinder? Why weren’t you at Jakku? Why aren’t you with us now?”

“What are you doing now?” Kamjin picked up the pace of his questions. He had her.

“We are trying to bring order to the galaxy.”

“How?”

“You’ll see. Soon you’ll all see.”

“What? A fleet? We’ve seen your ships, they aren’t concerning us.”

“You have no idea.”

“Let’s talk about what I do have an idea of,” Kamjin said, standing up suddenly. Mira’s eyes flashed in panic. “I’m having a conversation with one Lieutenant Mira Valith. A rather capable cargo and shuttle pilot in service of the First Order. She’s the daughter of a mid-level data analyst who works within the First order’s science division. He’s a rather uninspiring individual who won’t be getting that promotion he’s been trying for the last several years,” Kamjin began to pace slowly in front of Mira. Her eyes followed him as if he were a crystal snake preparing to strike.

“I know you, just like your father, aspire for something greater. I know that you’ve been overriding the simulator pits to practice on those TIE Fighters the First Order uses. Did you know that Commander Velasco is aware of your activities?” Mira gasped and then shut her mouth. “Ah, I see you didn’t. He has known for a while and he’s been the one bypassing the security notices to allow you to practice. Clearly he sees something in you. I’m sure if we had a civil conversation I would see the same,” Kamjin turned and smiled. Mira’s face was contorted in thought. How did he know this about her? How did he know about Commander Velasco? Was it pride in knowing her superior was recognizing her abilities? Was it pride in knowing that her enemy saw the same? Mira wetted her lips. Kamjin stopped pacing, staring down at her. She leaned forward, rocking on her seat. Kamjin smirked.

“Lieutenant Mira Valith, Cargo Transport Pilot. Serial number FO-319123025,” Mira said, slumping her shoulders and staring down at her binders.

“You are wasting my time!” Kamjin raised his voice. His eyes flashed the horrid yellow-red that marked those who had dived into the Dark Side of the Force. Mira snapped her head up and gasped as she tried to bury herself against the wall.

“No…No. You have his eyes!” Mira screeched as she tried to shrink herself.

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me about…him,” Kamjin sneered as he sat down again.

===The Call===

[[Image:Kamjin_Officer.png|left|400px|Sector Admiral Kamjin]] Hours later, Kamjin emerged from the cell. “Get her some food and water,” his voice cracked from exhaustion. Looking back at the crumpled form of Mira, he added, “Make sure she actually eats it.”

The stormtrooper saluted as the door locked itself but Kamjin was already down the corridor lost in thought. She hadn’t known a name, referencing only the ‘shadow’ or ‘mysterious man’. At one point she even called him ‘the consultant’ which was as telling as it was cryptic. A figure in a black cloak and robe with red trim. He definitely fit the historical profile that one thought of when it came to the Sith. If not for the reference to his eyes Kamjin would have dismissed him as another fraud. The galaxy was rife with people pretending to be Jedi who survived the purge or Sith operating from the shadows. But…it’s hard to dismiss the eyes. It’s one of the reasons Kamjin trained so hard to control his emotions to not betray himself. He had been right to chance it in showing them to Mira.

The Avenger was alive with the preparations for the upcoming fight. Kamjin felt his pulse quicken as the latest alarm klaxon sounded the next drill. They were ready for the First Order but…were they ready for what would come next? He stepped into his quarters and activated the comm. “Comms,” the curt response came.

“Connect me with Darth Surgo immediately,” Kamjin said as the line chirped in acknowledgement. Moments later the shadowy figure of Darth Surgo shimmered to life from Kamjin’s holoprojector.

“There is a Force user in play. Whether he’s a Sith is not known by our captive,” Kamjin said.

“We have had similar challenges in gaining insights…”

“What do we know?”

“We have a name. Voran Nexis,” Darth Surgo said. Kamjin ignored the look of accomplishment that harkened a desire for praise. Kamjin was not in the mood to give praise for something so trivial. Voran Nexis…the consultant.

“Keep at it,” Kamjin snapped the holoprojector off. Whoever this man was, Kamjin was not going to let them control the board.

===The Lower Levels===

“What are they doing up there?” Nyra Korr let a series of curses fly as the panel she was working on showered her with sparks. “Awrgh!” she brushed the sparks out of her braids. Her ebony skin was covered with grease but her brown eyes shone with a passion and rage as she ripped out the module she had spent the last three hours installing that was now molten slag. Ever since the raid they had been pulling triple shifts to get their tanker back up and running. Being left to float in the dead of space when another battle may be coming was not what their Captain wanted to experience.

She had seen the attack. It was old Imperial designs, relics really being nearly thirty years old. The Captain had said it had been raiders but they didn’t look like any raiders she’d seen before. Raiders were disjointed, they had a hodge podge collection of ships, they were easily spooked. These were military fighters. Nyra shook her head at the stupidity of lying to them as she took out her plasma torch and began slicing out the damaged relays to get a clean connection to split off of.

“Are you finished?”

Nyra jumped at the unexpected voice, her plasma torch scorching the panelling behind the relay. “No, I’m not done,” she said, turning around to come face to face with Darrek Kryze. His silvery Beskar armor and Mandalorian helmet reflected Nyra’s dirty face back at her. The blue accents on the visor seemed out of place to the ashen body glove he wore under his armor.

“You said you’d be done by now,” Darrek said, pointing at what clearly was the beginning of a new project.

“I would have been but that part was slag,” Nyra retorted pointing at the molten component on the floor.

“Get it done. We anticipate incoming fighters soon.”

“Isn’t that why you’re here? I thought Mandalorians were supposed to handle anything or was that just legends?” Nyra thought Darrek was sneering at her. “Now if you’re not here to help me work then get out of my way.”

===What Happened?===

[[Image:Takeda.png|right|400px|Grand Marshal Hoshiko Takeda]] Grand Marshal Hoshiko Takeda smashed her fist onto the display table. The latest reports were coming in and the Emperor’s Hammer’s forces were continuing their advance. The once calm control room was abuzz with officers trying to redeploy their forces to protect HydroStation 77.

Commander Taron Velasco saluted as he approached Takeda. Takeda took no notice as she dialed up a new star chart and scowled.Taron cleared his throat. “Yes, Commander?”

“The Impaler and Retribution have redeployed closer to the depot but the Emperor’s Hammer’s forces are continuing to advance. The Mandalorians are positioning themselves in a support role but…” Taron looked around before lowering his voice. “We should consider evacuating yourselves and the senior staff.”

Takeda stood up. Her golden brown eyes boring into the Commander. “Explain yourself?” she said in a hushed voice.

“There is a risk that their forces will get past our defenses. They have a Super-Star Destroyer lurking and if that were to be brought in we could be cut off. Better to evacuate our critical personnel and then attempt to move the depot.”

“If we fill up the depot to make a jump we’ll waste all the fuel we’ve refined this cycle. Not to mention we’ll lose this location. That’s…”

“You are more important than…”

“Stop,” Takenda said, her voice carrying. The room fell unnaturally silent. Takenda looked around and the room knew it was best to resume their activities. “I am not going to abandon my post when we still have three Resurgent-class Star Destroyers at our disposal. Now your job is to ensure this annoyance is quashed before…” Takeda trailed off as an alert came through signalling an incoming transmission. “I need to take this,” she said briskly and left for her office.

As soon as the doors sealed behind her the holoproject sprang to life. A cloaked figure appeared though his face was shrouded by his hood. “The Supreme Commander is displeased with your handling of the situation.”

“I understand. The Emperor’s Hammer forces have taken us by surprise with their fierceness. I have redeployed my forces and will repel their assault on this depot,” Takeda replied, sweat forming on her brow.

“That better be the case, Grand Marshal. Otherwise, I shall have to pay you a visit for a consultation,” the voice threatened as it faded out. Takeda found herself trembling as she turned to look out the windows. Perhaps it would be prudent to arrange for evacuating the depot.

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Phoenix: /* Imperial Storm IV */

[[Image:Impstorm-wide-newlogo.png|center|500px|Imperial Storm banner by FA Turtle]]

===Background===
'''Imperial Storm''' was a turn based game run during 2018 using a set of rules drafted by GN [[Jarek La’an]] and run by GN [[Phoenix Berkana]]. The original game consisted of three teams ([[TIE Corps Command Staff|TCCS]], [[Hammer]], and [[Warrior]]) using fleets built using the XWA points system to battle it out over a grid based map. Battles were conducted using different gaming platforms based upon which units were present in any given battle (SP for battles including capital ships, MP for battles made up of starfighters only).

===The Winners===
Imperial Storm I - 2018
 [[ISDII Warrior]]
 
 Imperial Storm Deux - 2020
 [[ISDII Warrior]]
 
 Imperial Storm III - 2021
 [[ISDII Challenge]]
 
 Imperial Storm IV - 2022
 [[ISDII Warrior]] under the command of VA Marenta.

===Imperial Storm V===
Imperial Storm V is due to commence on March 1st and run for 30 days.

===The Guide===

What is Imperial Storm you say?
 Imperial Storm is a turn based war game that sees a trio of teams (Challenge, Hammer and Warrior) fight it out over a map of worlds in the sector we’re currently based in. Each of the 30 turns lasts for 24 hours with orders submitted by the Team Captains to the gamesmaster daily. The three teams will be vying to earn points by taking the different worlds in the sector whilst destroying the enemy fleets wherever they find them.
 
 That sounds great but how does it work? 
 Each Team Captain has the responsibility of building a fleet based on a ship list provided by the gamesmaster, these ships will then be moved around the map to take worlds which will earn you points for each turn that they are held by your team. Additional points are earned by destroying the enemy.
 
 Ok, cool but how do I get involved? 
 Good question! The pilots of each ship are involved in several ways.
 Firstly the team captains are encouraged to include their teams in planning and strategy via their ships discord channel.
 Secondly we will be releasing fiction and news items to keep the storyline of the war game rolling along via a dedicated discord channel.
 Finally, and most importantly, when a battle occurs, you the pilots have the say in how your team will do!
 
 Battles! So I get to fight? 
 Yes pilot, that you do!
 
 When two fleets land on the same map space, be it a world one team wants to conquer or a random deep space location a battle will occur - note in deep space a team in hyperspace will only be engaged if the other team has a active interdictor, those sneaky devils.
 
 A battle will last for two turns and unlike previous versions we do not stop the game so battles will run concurrently with other turns being processed. Combat will will begin the turn after the battle is declared, reason being that with time zones and jobs it will take around 24 hours to inform everyone and for captains to organise their forces.
 
 Awesome! So how do we fight? 
 Each team will fight over a number of different platforms, all of which act as a percentage of your fleets overall attack rating. Each ship has a attack rating (how much damage it can do) and a durability rating (how much damage it can take).
 First thing - the moment we declare combat each team does a initial 20% of its attack rating in damage to the enemy. If this is greater than the enemies total durability rating then we have a winner and combat is automatically resolved. Let’s face it we all like a underdog but a Corvette VS Star Destroyer is likely a heroic pasting.
 Assuming both fleets are still in the battle we then do the following over the next 48 hours.
 
 Single Player
 Similar to previous iterations, the gamesmaster will specify a FREE mission to be flown from the Battle Center (TIE, XvT or XWA).
 The average score of the top 4 pilots of each team taken as a percentage of the original high score and used as a multiplier of their fleets attack rating.
 
 Legions of Combat
 A percentage of all the Legions of Combat your team earns during the TWO day turn will be counted and used as a multiplier of their fleets attack rating.
 
 Legions of Skirmish
 A percentage of all the Legions of Skirmish your team earns during the TWO day turn will be counted and used as a multiplier of their fleets attack rating.
 Note in the case of LoS's, no more than 25% of your fleets overall damage to the enemy can be earned via a LoS.
 
 PvP!
 In a break from previous Imperial Storms, we will have THREE PvP matches using any platform / gamemode combination that we support. These games must be selected by the Team Captains before they're played and all three must use different platform / gamemodes. Each winning team does additional damage, whilst the losers do as much damage as their losing ratio.
 
 So who wins?
 Well for individual battles the team that wins is the team with the largest remaining fleet.
 
 Okay, so who wins the overall game?
 Each world a team controls generates points per turn, albeit not all worlds are equal as some will earn you more than others. We also give teams a bonus equal to 1% of all damage they cause in a battle.
 All of these numbers are added up and at the end of the event we will have a winner.

[[Category:Competitions]]
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== Summary ==
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