**Chapter 527**
**Fleet of Shadows**
**Dagon POV**
**Aboard the Gray Wolf – Command Suite**
**Lantilles Orbit**
I stood alone in the dimly lit command suite, the large holographic display rotating slowly in front of me. The *Gray Wolf* hung in high orbit above Lantilles, a silent sentinel watching over the massive shipyards and repair docks below. The girls were resting in our quarters after the long day, giving me time to review the final fleet status before the next push.
The war was accelerating. Valahari had fallen into our hands, but the cost had been high in political capital. Now it was time to consolidate and prepare for the real storm ahead.
I zoomed in on the newest additions to my forces.
The Nebula-class Star Destroyer was a monster. 1,840 meters of pure firepower and presence. Each ship carried:
- 80 heavy XX-10 turbolaser batteries
- 40 XX-10 dual turbolaser cannons
- 20 ion cannons
- 8 tractor beam projectors
- 8 assault concussion missile tubes (30 missiles each)
- 100 point-defense cannons
Length: 1,840 meters.
Hyperdrive: Class 1.0 (5 main engines, 8 sub-engines), Class 10 backup.
Power output: Peak >9.28 × 10²⁴ from solar ion reactor.
Shielding and sensors: Fully equipped.
Complement: 60 starfighters (48 TIE Whispers, 12 TIE Punishers), 12 MAAT gunships.
Crew: 8,795 + 244 gunners. Minimum crew: 3,265.
Passengers: 3,600 troops.
Cargo: 15,000 metric tons. Consumables: 6 months.
Fifteen of these beasts now stood ready, fully crewed with a mix of clones and experienced volunteers. The second batch of fifteen would be finished within the month. With these, my fleet was finally reaching the level where I could challenge major Separatist concentrations head-on.
I pulled up the full fleet layout.
**Current Dark Star / 12th Sector Forces:**
- **15 Nebula-class Star Destroyers** (mixed clone and volunteer crews)
- **2 Resurgent-class Star Destroyers**: *Ranger* (Clone Commander Bly), *Gray Wolf* (Fleet Admiral Kinaun)
- **Valiant-class Star Destroyers**:
- *Silencer* (Jedi General Stella)
- *Retribution* (Jedi General Kayla)
- *Endurance* (Jedi General Flare)
- *Knull* (Admiral Firmus Piett)
- *Necrosword* (Admiral Brom Titus)
- *Enterprise* (Commander Ethan Clairmoor)
- *Vanguard* (Admiral Solvan Kobayashi)
- *Skelter* (Jedi General Aayla Secura)
**Dark Star Personal Task Force:**
- 25 Starkiller-class light carriers
- 75 Lancer-class frigates
- 90 Arquitens-class light cruisers
- 50 Arquitens-class command cruisers
- 95 Braha'tok-class gunships
- 70 Marauder-class corvettes
- 50 Accumulator-class assault ships
- 35 Venators
- 310 Aegis Hammerhead-class light cruisers
- 2 Allegiance-class battlescruisers (*Dominion*, *Eclipse*)
**Ground Forces:**
- Over 30,000 clones in modified beskar and jetpack armor
- 110,000 clones in modified clone/Helldiver with Sith trooper armor
- 300,000 mixed-species volunteers in Spartan/Sith trooper/ARC-modified armor
- 3,700,000 crew across the fleet now equipped with armor (excess clone trooper kits). I had always wondered why ship crews only wore uniforms. Now they could survive vacuum exposure if the hull was breached.
I leaned back in my chair, letting the numbers sink in. It was a formidable force — not the largest in the Republic, but one of the most advanced and flexible. The Nebula-class ships alone gave me the ability to punch far above my weight class.
A soft smile crossed my face as I remembered the girls' hangover this morning. Through the bond, I had felt their collective misery when they finally woke up in the afternoon. They had clearly enjoyed the confiscated senator wine a bit too much. I had chosen not to disturb them, letting them sleep it off while I handled business.
*Perhaps I should have gone in and healed them,* I thought with a quiet chuckle. *Next time.*
The war was entering a new phase. Felucia and Mygeeto loomed. Dooku was still out there, plotting. But with this fleet, with my girls, and with the new X-wing project underway, I finally felt like we had a real chance to turn the tide.
I closed the display and stood up. It was time to rejoin the girls and prepare for the next move.
The *Gray Wolf* waited patiently in orbit, a predator ready to strike.