Note: Now for the start of the space portion...
"An Imperial Fleet entered orbit," came the cry from one of the sensor stations as Rex watched the starfield from the bridge, "The Enforcer and the Vengeance is with them."
"The Vengeance," the rogue ARC commented, "Jerec?"
He paused for a moment while glancing over the displays, "Damned Inquisitors."
Keying the fleet wide comms, he took a slow and shallow breath.
"All ships, this is Rex," the clone spoke, "Prepare to jump, we're moving to engage the Traitors."
He paused for a moment, as he transmitted direct orders to the other ships before bringing up the shipwide only channel.
"All hands," Rex ordered, emotion vanishing from his face, "Battle stations."
He released the breath as he keyed off the comms.
"And may the force be with us."
Epsilon grimaced as he felt the ship shudder before jerking wildly into real space.
The Twilight was still leading the spearhead, being wrenched from hyperspace momentarily early hadn't stopped that.
"Sir," yelled one of the other clones, "They have two Interdictors!"
He stood there for a mere instant before a grin crossed his lips.
"Fake heavy damage and listing," he ordered while turning to the weapons station, "Inform Rex that it's faked, but tell him that I have a plan."
"Understood," came the affirmative from the comms officer as the older clone straightened his uniform.
"Get all of the SPHA into the hanger bay," came the next order as he watched the fleet accelerate forwards, moving towards the planet through the enemy formations, forcing the enemy Star Destroyers to check their fire rather than risk friendly fire leaving light resistance as fighters seemed to begin their dances amidst the almost one sided turbolaser fire, "Get us underneath the Enforcer."
He grinned as his ship was seemingly forgotten in the fray, attention being given to the ships actively shooting rather than the one that was seemingly damage.
"Evacuate the bridge," Epsilon ordered, "transfer command to the emergency stations."
A pause as all eyes turned to him.
"I'm not joking," he ordered, "Move it people!"
And then the rush began.
Rex watched as the Guardian seemed to accelerate for a moment as its haphazard course brought it directly underneath the super Star Destroyer, command tower being sheered off as most of its bulk was inside the larger crafts cavernous hangerbay.
He realized what Epsilon had planned as the aged and battle scarred Venator's hanger bay opened and the SPHA's opened fire with their turbolasers inside the larger crafts shields and armor...
The blue glow of the station keeping engines of the craft sputtered and died moments later as both fleets seemed to just watch what had happened for a moment.
Without pausing, the Guardian rolled from its place within the Enforcer and kicked in its landing thrusters to push away from the SSD, and at the same time push the failing hulk on a new course.
The traitor fleet had been positioned closer to lunar orbit and had still been moving to encircle the launch sights the strike team could use from the planet, however that same starting position now created a greater disaster as the Enforcer slipped up against the gravity well of the moon and started its swan dive to destruction.
"Prepare the ground forces for deployment," he ordered as the remainder of the fleet pushed on, still deploying fighters, "Hopefully Theta can hold out until we can."