The Serroco Mirage

While Krath, Antarian Rangers, Czerka, and Stryker Military Services forces dance in the ashes of Serroco—celebrating what they imagine to be victory—the Shadow Dominion has already claimed the true prize. Their triumph is an illusion, a carefully crafted mirage that masked our real objective from the beginning.

From the first engagements, our operatives tracked the Galactic Alliance's fingerprints all over this conflict: Jawa Offworld Enterprises rats scurrying through Mandalorian comm channels, Antarian Rangers carrying Rebel ordnance, Exchange vessels, Stryker Military Services mercenaries, and Restored Empire forces moving into position. Rather than challenge this growing threat directly, we gave them exactly what they wanted—a war for Serroco that consumed their attention while the real operation unfolded elsewhere.

"Codebreaker in the Shadows: Slicers Carve Through Rebel Encryption"

And what a costly distraction it proved for them. The Serroco front alone bled the Mandalore coalition white—for every Shadow Dominion ship lost, they sacrificed nearly two. Their docks stand empty and their pilots exhausted, all while they believed they were winning. They celebrated "victory" as we systematically dismantled their forces—ship by ship, squadron by squadron.

"Stolen Wings: 85 Rebel Fighters Now Serve New Masters"

In Petabys—the ancestral home of the Son-Tuul Pride's bandit clans—a silent storm gathered. Sunguard technicians worked alongside Zann Consortium defilers, their slicing tools carving through Rebel encryption like vibroblades through flesh. Bedlam Raiders and Blackstar Raiders stood guard while Pride forces—the Vermin Court saboteurs, Guavian Death Gang enforcers, and Skree marauders—secured the perimeter.

The result? Eighty-five restricted Rebel fighters—sleek A-wings and brutal B-wings—now answer to new masters, stolen from under the noses of a Galactic Alliance too distracted by Serroco to protect its own fleet.

The beautiful irony? Krath's stubborn presence and occult obsession with labeling Khagan Bork in Serroco made it all possible. As did the Antarian Rangers, who failed to goad both Raiders crews into reckless engagements. Every ship they sent to fight us convinced the Rebels this was the real battlefront. Every resource wasted in Serroco left Petabys vulnerable and ripe for picking.

Now, as Petabys becomes a thieves' paradise, bandit clans and pirate crews alike celebrate a victory of plundered ships hacked and repurposed for their cause. Nineteen billion credits in market value now rest in the hands of public enemy number one—because the heist was a success.

A terrible loss for the oppressive regimes banding together to fight this so-called scourge of crime. They fail to realize we are criminals—and when we fight, you can bet we have a goal in mind. That's the benefit of not having all the toys: we're up against an enemy that repeatedly underestimates who they're dealing with. They chase battlefield victories. We chase their technology.