**Chapter 667: Crimson Skies Over Commenor**
**Scene 1**
**Allegiance-class Battlescruiser, Titan**
**Admiral Firmus Piett POV**
Firmus Piett stood motionless on the bridge of the *Titan*, hands clasped behind his back. After his and the other admirals' Valiant-class Star Destroyers were reassigned to reinforce the 18th Sector Army, he had taken personal command of this powerful new vessel. The *Titan* was one of six newly commissioned Allegiance-class battlescruisers, and it felt right — solid, dependable, and devastating.
Now, alongside five sister ships, eighty Venators, one hundred Marauder-class corvettes, and the mighty Resurgent-class *Resurgent*, they waited at Commenor.
The enemy arrived exactly as predicted.
"Seventy-eight Providence-class Dreadnoughts at two kilometers," the sensor officer reported. "Eighty Recusant-class heavy destroyers. Two hundred Munificent-class frigates."
Piett's voice was calm but carried steel. "All ships, open fire. Target their forward formations first. Venators, focus on the Providences. Allegiances, give them the broadside."
The bridge lit up with the glow of tactical displays as green and blue turbolaser fire lanced across the void to meet the red of the CIS fleet.
"First volley away!" a gunnery officer shouted. "Direct hits on three Providences — their forward shields are collapsing!"
Piett watched the display as the *Titan*'s massive turbolaser batteries roared. A Recusant-class heavy destroyer tried to close the distance, only to be torn apart by concentrated fire from two Allegiances working in tandem.
"Keep the formation tight," Piett ordered. "Do not let them break through. Lancers, screen the flanks — those Munificents are trying to swarm."
The space between the fleets became a storm of color — emerald Republic fire meeting crimson Separatist barrages. A Munificent exploded in a brilliant fireball as a Marauder's missiles found its reactor. Another Providence listed heavily after a Venator's SPHA-T cannon punched through its shields.
"Enemy formation breaking!" the tactical officer called out. "They're trying to regroup around their heavier ships."
Piett allowed himself a thin smile. "Then we'll break them harder. All batteries — fire at will."
**Scene 2**
**Brentaal IV Orbit**
**Commander Jan Dodonna POV**
**MC80 Republic**
Jan Dodonna stood on the bridge of the MC80 *Republic*, watching the holographic battle display with focused intensity. The modified Mon Calamari cruisers were proving their worth — their shields holding strong under the punishing fire of the Separatist fleet.
He glanced at the other holo-figures floating nearby: Admiral Brom Titus, Commander Ethan Clairmoor, and several of Dagon's senior commanders who had been positioned with him for this offensive.
"The new fighters are performing beautifully," Dodonna noted as T-70 X-wings streaked through the chaos. Their quad laser cannons flashed, shredding tri-droid fighters before the X-wings lined up with Y-wing bombers to deliver devastating proton torpedo runs against a Providence-class carrier.
The carrier's shields flickered and died under the coordinated assault. A moment later, the ship erupted in a massive explosion.
Admiral Brom Titus's voice came through the comm. "Excellent work. Keep pressing the center. Our MC80s can tank their fire while the fighters and bombers do the real damage."
Ethan Clairmoor added, "Dagon's upgrades to the X-wings and Y-wings are making all the difference. The maneuverability combined with the new shield harmonics is giving us a clear edge in dogfights."
Dodonna nodded. "Maintain formation. We hold Brentaal at all costs."
**Scene 3**
**Brentaal IV Orbit**
**X-wing and Y-wing Pilots POV**
"Blue Leader, this is Blue Two — I've got two tri-droids on my tail!" the X-wing pilot shouted, rolling hard to starboard. His quad lasers spat green fire, catching one of the droids and turning it into scrap.
"On it," Blue Leader replied, swinging around. "Y-wings, make your run — we'll cover you!"
The Y-wing bombers dove toward the damaged Providence, their ion cannons stripping what remained of its shields before unleashing a full torpedo salvo. The carrier shuddered violently, secondary explosions rippling along its hull.
"Direct hits! She's going down!"
Nearby, a flight of TIE Advanced pilots joined the fray. "This is Talon Squadron — engaging enemy bomber screen. Keep those Y-wings alive!"
One TIE Advanced pilot, callsign Shadow, grinned inside his cockpit. "These new birds handle like dreams. Let's show the droids what real pilots can do."
He pulled a tight turn, lasers blazing, destroying two Hyena-class droid bombers in quick succession. "Scratch two more. Keep it coming, boys — the sky is ours today!"