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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/12/07 8:39pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/11/07
	Awww... and yeah, that was pretty intense in parts. -----signature----- "I feel like a more down-to-earth Pink 5 when I'm writing Leah. Same attitude, less lip gloss." ~Me on how to get in the right mindset for Twilight fanfic.
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Jaded_Girl Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 11/17/07 3:50pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/11/07 - Date Edited: 11/17/07 3:55pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Jaded_Girl
	I'm surprised you didn't comment on the fact that you first showed up. Well, I noticed, but I didn't want to say anything 'cause it felt like I'd be being self-centered... ^_^;;; And that you talked to Mamoru to boot. O_O Holy cow, I did, didn't I?! Wow. I hope I didn't drool... What gag would that be? Oh, come on! The classic "White House" gag! We're the "White Family" so our house is the "White House"? I used to do crazy messages on the home answering machine before I moved out, and I always wanted to do one that had "Pomp and Circumstances" playing gently in the background and use [Clinton's, at the time, though now it would be Bush's] accent and begin the message with "My fellow Americans..." sigh Never did though... But I had some other great messages... People and…other things of the New Republic, the Imperial Remnant and the Hapes Consortium... snort Smooth. ~He held it to his mouth and spoke into the small speaker grille on it. “You’re just in time, Anja.” ~On the Third Chance, Anja’s face twisted into a scowl. “How does he do that?” 'Cause he's Luke and he's cool! The nine-year old looked up at her parents with an eerily calm look. Having Jedi kids can be convenient sometimes. Coolness, Striker! No one had any clue how many warships this Calaveras commanded, but Wedge was fairly sure he could handle it. NOOOO!!! DON'T SAY THAT! Bad feeling alert! Murphy's Law alert! Hubris karma alert! “We’re being surrounded,” Wes said, pointing to a large red cloud on the holographic display. He looked over at his best friend and gave him a wan smile. “We’re not gonna win this one.” whines No... On the bridge, Wes turned around. “Looks like…” he fell silent as he saw the body of his oldest friend sitting there, almost just looking asleep. “Iella, Myri, Syal… I’m sorry,” he choked out, tears and smoke threatening to shut his eyes. Jaded_Girl begins crying disconsolately He looked up at the viewscreen and saw a dozen Charon battleships approaching. His finger hovered over a large red button on the console in front of him. “Yub, yub, you bastards!” Wes screamed as he pushed it, sending an activation signal to about fifty explosive clusters implanted in key locations throughout the Frigate’s hull. Jaded_Girl begins crying even harder, but not as disconsolate because of Wes' brilliant final line Striker, you are a cruel, cruel man. You are also a brilliant writer. That scene deserves a more in-depth comment. While I would love to see those two die in bed of obscenely old age, your end for them was perfect. How better could it be than these two hero's to die saving everyone else? Wedge looked peaceful, that was a relief as he has suffered and sacrificed so much for the NR. And Wes- freaking... genius. How else could I laugh and cry at the same time? No, you kept him perfectly in character and gave us the only death that was possibly fitting for a person who lived life like Janson did. Heartwrenchingly sad? Yes. Superb? Absolutely. Uppers, so we can do us some avenging! (And just in case I don't post until after the 22nd...) Happy Turkey Day, everyone! <- closest thing to a turkey... I hope your holiday gives you even more to be thankful about! -----signature----- L/M since reading HttE in '96. The Avengers' battle cry is "Avengers Assemble!" The Fantastic Four's is "Johnny WAIT!" ~Mark Waid Jaded_Girl exits, pursued by a bear
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biganimefan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 11/18/07 12:33am Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/11/07
	Earth and the Star Wars galaxy are at war with a dangerous foe with no conscience...may we all do our best in the coming storm! Great post as always and looking forward to seeing how everything plays out. Ja ne!
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RK_Striker_JK_5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 11/18/07 7:47pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/11/07
	SSM12-The New republic will get theirs back, don't worry. Poor Antilles family, yes. Lady_Jade-Aye, it has been. The Force will be with them... hopefully. Taeniaea-Thank you, and yes. Just a hint of her darkness. Ish-Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. Jaded_Girl-Oh, I don't mind. Go ahead and crow. No, you didn't drool. You were very proper. Ah, I see. Never heard of the 'White House' gag before. Never knew anyone named White, actually. Yes, Luke is cool. Hands her some tissue Sorry. I'm glad I got Wes ans Wedge right, there. And Happy Thanksgiving to you as well. baf-I hope so, too. And thanks. ANNOUNCEMENT: I finally really use some of the recasts. I hope I got you right. Here we go! ***** Three X-wings approached Jaina and Jag from the rear. Major Derek ‘Hobbie’ Clivian, Colonel Tycho Celchu and General Gavin Darklighter formed up in perfect formation. “Wedge is dead,” Hobbie reported, sounding incredibly angry rather than his usual dour. A question suddenly hit Jaina. “Sir, where’s the rest of Rogue Squadron?” She already knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from Gavin himself. “They’re dead, Jaina. We’re all that’s left.” Tycho chimed in as well. “People, I got good news and bad news. The good news is we’re less than two minutes from Endor’s hyperspace boundary. The bad news is we’ve got-“ He was interrupted by a shout from Jaina. “Incoming!” The five X-wings split into two groups with Jaina, Hobbie and Tycho peeling to port while Jag and Gavin increased speed. Twelve Charon fighters approached with their main laser cannons spitting plasma bolts at their aft shields. Jag sent his fighter into a series of jukes and tight turns. “Cross the X on three,” Gavin called to him over the comm. “Three!” The two fighters suddenly turned toward each other and crossed over, passing within millimeters of each other‘s hull. The six enemy fighters followed them, attempting to duplicate the maneuver, but failed miserably. Three slammed into each other and exploded in a messy fireball, but the final trio continued their pursuit. Jag waited until the missile-lock warning alarm was beeping before engaging his forward thrusters, slowing his X-wing down and allowing the arachnid-like fighter to shoot past him. He targeted it and waited until the reticule turned green before firing off several quad bursts. The first one went wide, but the second struck true, battering down the shields and allowing the third to blow off three of the four starboard laser cannons and damaging the engines. The crippled fighter turned and peeled off back to the main group while Jag concentrated on the other fighters attacking the group. He needn’t have worried. The two Charon pilots quickly proved no match for Rogue Squadron‘s CO. Gavin sent his X-wing into a sharp turn and dive, allowing him to increase the distance between him and the enemy. When it hit 100 kilometers, he shoved the control stick abruptly to the left and hit the braking thrusters, swinging the fighter around and allowing him to target the enemy fighters. He calmly flipped a switch on the control panel and changed to proton torpedoes. Gavin waited until the targeting light turned to green before firing off two torpedoes. The bright blue spheroids crossed the distance between him and the Charon fighters, detonating right between their hulls and enveloping both in a huge fireball. Jaina, Hobbie and Tycho, meanwhile, quickly outmaneuvered and destroyed their six pursuers. Hobbie did a quick check of their position as they reformed. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve ended up closer to Endor!” Jaina glanced out the cockpit and swore. The forest moon of Endor loomed large ‘above’ her, giving her a slight sense of vertigo before she shook her head and regained her senses. “At this distance, we’re almost five minutes away from the edge of the gravity well.” Gavin made a decision. “Go full throttle away from Endor. Only your engines and aft shields get power.” The five X-wings quickly tore away from Endor, but they weren’t alone for long. Jaina checked her sensors. “We’ve got…thirty inbound directly on our six.” She let out a ragged breath. “And their ETA is only three minutes.” A chorus of groans echoed throughout her cockpit. “We have to keep going,” Jag said, green eyes looking at his sensors. Gavin thought about it for a moment before nodding, his helmet bouncing a bit. “Captain Fel is right. We continue with this course.” As the five X-wings flew at top speed, Jaina felt…calm. She didn’t know why, but even as thirty Charon fighters closed in, she knew they’d all make it out alive. The Jedi Knight suddenly gritted her teeth and clutched at her chest as the death throes of Endor reverberated in her soul. The moon’s surface was hit with wave after wave of turbolaser fire. Proton torpedoes crashed into the ground, gouging out craters. Forests burned and the Ewoks died. Suddenly, Jag’s voice came over the comm. “They’re on us!” he shouted. Thirty Charon fighters approached the last New Republic presence in the Endor System with lethal intent, but Jaina was still calm. A smile suddenly lit her features. “What kept him?” she asked no one. Tycho glanced down at his control panel. “What kept who?” he asked. There was a sudden flash of white light right in front of the five fighters and, When it faded, a battered but deadly freighter flew right at them. A very familiar voice came over the comm. “Stay away from my wife!” Zekk Solo shouted even as the Lightning Rod spat laser fire and proton torpedoes. The shots found their mark, destroying a dozen fighters and scattering the rest. Jaina checked the sensors. “We’re out of the gravity shadow. We can punch now.” Tycho’s voice came over their speakers. “Set course for Bespin. We’ll rendezvous and figure out where to go next.” Their navicomputers calculated the appropriate coordinates and when a light turned green on the control console, they pulled back on the hyperdrive activation lever. The stars outside turned to streaks, then smeared together into a reddish blur as they leapt out of the system. *** Calaveras half-listened as a subordinate read off a report. “About five hundred enemy ships escaped, and we lost close to seven hundred battleships.” She acknowledged the three-meter tall arachnid with a wave and turned as two soldiers dragged in a small furry biped. His fur was a mix of brown and gray, and his tattered hood dragged behind him, only a thin strip of cloth keeping it from falling off completely. She wrinkled his nose at the last Ewok alive. “And what is your name?” The Ewok stood tall and chittered. [I am Wicket, chief of the tribe!] A derisive laugh escaped Calaveras‘ lips. “Your tribe is dead, as are you.” She gestured at him and an almost errant blast of Dark Side energy lashed out at the aged chief. Wicket, hero of the First Battle of Endor and Chief Liaison to the New Republic, was incinerated in a messy fireball. The stench carried over to Calaveras, causing her to wrinkle her dainty nose. “Clean that up,” she said before turning to the subordinate. “Send a detachment of ships to the Corellian System and conquer it. We’ll use their shipyards as our own.” The Charon trotted off on his four legs, leaving Calaveras alone with her thoughts. She needed a central base of operations, and Corellia wouldn’t do. A flash of inspiration hit her. She turned on her heel to the rest of the bridge and cleared her throat. All twelve crewmembers turned to her as she spoke. “We are going to the Alderaan System. I want the rest of the fleet split up into wolf packs. Decimate all in your path, and let nothing stand in your way to the void!” A cheer went up from the Charon before they turned back to their stations, readying their weapons for the coming Armageddon.. The Charon Fleet spent another two hours destroying the surface of Endor before splitting up and moving off in different directions. They all formed up into attack groups before stretching and vanishing in a flash of croneau radiation as they entered hyperspace *** Earth One thousand Charon battleships exited hyperspace, flashing into existence near the blue jewel of the Solar System. The Prophet of the Void looked upon the planet, its moon and numerous space stations with his multi-faceted eyes and shivered with disgust at the massive amount of life on the planet. A subordinate looked up at him from the crew pit. “My Lord, shall we bombard the planet?” The Prophet shook his shaggy head. “No. Mere plasma weapons shall not defeat the one known as Usagi. I must confront her and her ilk.” He looked over a sensor reading. “And we do not know of their defenses measures.” He thought for a moment before speaking again. “Launch fighters and prepare drop ships. This planet falls to the Void.” ***** Earth, the White House. January 7, 2014 President Nichole White looked out the window of her office and sighed, her glasses bobbing slightly on her nose as she contemplated the phone call from Japan. Behind her, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and Vice President Nedra Leavitt sat in front of her desk. Nedra rose and almost seemed to glide around the desk to her old friend. She held out her arms and thrust two glossy photos at her. “Nichole, we cannot ignore this! Those…things destroyed the Hubble Telescope and are encircling the planet! Most of the Justice League is off planet and I doubt just Superman can handle this.” Nichole turned back to face Nedra, staring into her blue eyes with her own grayish-green orbs. “I know, Nedra.” She took the pictures and looked at them again. A veritable cloud of alien warships surrounded Earth in them. She looked over at the Chairman. “You got any advice, Jim?” Admiral James Dozer of the United States Navy shrugged. “We’ve done all we can do to prepare, Nichole.” He rubbed his nose. “All civilians are being evacuated from major population centers and the military is on full alert. Darkseid’s attack in 2006 and the Near-Apocalypse of ‘09 have us somewhat prepared, at least.” The phone rang and Nichole picked it up. “Yes? I see. Oh, god. Thanks.” Both James and Nedra edged forward. “What was it?” she asked. Nichole gestured to the ceiling, her already-pale skin almost turning translucent. “NORAD reports that some of the ships have launched what appear to be fighters.” James stood up and took his hat. “I’d better go.” Nichole walked over to him and they shook hands. “Good luck,” she said. The Chairman merely nodded before walking out. Nedra turned her head to watch him go. “Now what?” she asked herself. Her long golden-brown hair swished as she turned to Nichole. “We can’t do this alone.” Nichole picked up the phone again, a smirk on her lips. “Ah, my campaign slogan. Well, we’ll let the military do what they were trained to do while we try and organize some sort of international effort.” At that, Nedra sat back and let out a chuckle. “Good luck on that, Nichole.” She rolled her eyes and sighed once more before turning her attention back to the phone. ***** Pacific Ocean, two hundred kilometers west of Hawaii The Seventh Fleet cruised through the waters of the Pacific, 25 ships strong. Two large aircraft carriers, the USS Enterprise and the USS Nimitz, formed the core of the fleet. The last battleship afloat, the USS Missouri cruised next to them. California-class cruisers formed an inner defense shell while Aegis-class destroyers formed an outer defensive shield around the behemoths. And on the bridge of the flagship Enterprise, Rear Admiral Thomas Kirk gazed out at the flight deck of the 342.3 meter-long carrier with his hazel eyes and thought about the current chaos. He had received a flurry of confusing messages from the Pentagon a few hours ago, but few of them made sense. He turned to the a man with an average build and was a hair over six feet tall, Captain Robert Bonfield. “I don’t like this, Rob. The President announces we’re being invaded by aliens, and now even we’re detecting…things.” Robert looked over a radar technician’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ve got a pair of F-28s out there.” He stood up and turned to Admiral Kirk. “We’ll be ready if they-“ A sudden shout interrupted him. “Sir, Captains Ellis and Olsen have engaged unknowns!” Admiral Kirk and Captain Bonfield hurried over to the comm officer. She looked up and adjusted her headset. “I’ll put it on speaker, sir.” The comm officer pushed a button a staticy conversation piped through the bridge’s speakers. “I repeat, we have engaged the enemy. They’re definitely extraterrestrial, but they seem…primitive.” Robert spoke up. “We’ll have help up for you in a minute, Captain.” He stood up and half-shouted, “All hands, we are at general quarters! Get to your battle stations!” A klaxon sounded and the general pace of the bridge picked up. “No one messes with the people under my command,” he muttered. On the flight deck of both the Enterprise and the Nimitz, F-28 Talons were maneuvered to the catapults and hooked up by green-shirted ‘hookmen’. Yellow shirts checked the ammunition while the pilots waited the signal. After another few seconds, the catapults fired, launching the air superiority fighter into the heavens. Every half-minute, another fighter launched off the deck. Some were F-28s, but most were slightly older F-25 Annihilators or F-22s. About sixty fighters launched from each carrier in the span of fifteen minutes, each ready to defend their country-their planet from invaders. ***** Captain Jon ‘Striker’ Ellis swiveled his head around and swore under his breath. A mere five minutes ago, he and Captain Kathryn ’Ishtar’ Olsen were flying a simple patrol. Both had been informed of the alien fighters, but neither had any idea of what to do if they encountered them. He spoke into the microphone built into his air mask. “This is patrol. We still-“ His radar lit up. “Cancel that! We have incoming bogies on our six.” He glanced back and swore, prompting Kathryn to chastise him. “Now, now, Striker. That’s not proper language for this.” She sent her F-28 into a shallow dive and powered up the main weapons; four high-powered laser emitters embedded in the wing roots and the tips of the wings. A dozen Charon fighters dropped from the sky, firing off dozens of plasma bolts from the leg-like weapons jutting out from the main fuselage. Due to either poor aiming or the gray skin of the F-28s blending into the sea just below, none of them hit the ’primitive’ F-28’s. Jon flipped a switch and contacted the Enterprise. “ This is Captain Ellis. We have engaged the enemy. I repeat, we have engaged the enemy. They’re definitely extraterrestrial, but they seem…primitive.” Robert’s voice came through after a half-minute. “We’ll have help up for you in a minute, Captain.” Even as the Captain spoke, Jon sent his fighter into a sharp bank and turn. Several fighters on the starboard flank spread out from the main group, but Jon was able to fire a few shots from the lasers. Four bright blue beams shot out from the glassine emitters, striking two of the fighters. Much to his dismay, the beams glanced off a now visible shield. He contacted Kathy. “Ishtar, status?” About ten kilometers away, Kathy had sent her F-28 into a series of dives and climbs, putting herself square on the tail of two enemy fighters. The lasers on her fighter were on continuous pulse, bathing the oily-black alien fighters in a soft blue glow. “These…shields can’t stay up forever! The law of conservation of energy almost right out says so!” As if in response to her words, the shields on one of them flickered and collapsed, allowing the deadly lasers to wash over it and slice it apart. The second fighter dove, but the pilot misjudged his altitude, as the port laser cannons dipped too far and clipped the blue waters of the Pacific, ripping free and completely destabilizing the fighter. It tumbled before scattering itself across a half-mile over the ocean. Kathy let out a whoop of triumph, but cut it short when several plasma bolts shot past her fighter, scoring black marks in the titanium armor of the main fuselage. The F-28 shuddered under the impact, but it held together for the most part. Jon let out a shout. “Ishtar, you okay?” Her green eyes darted about and checked the instrument panel. “I think so.” She let out a scoff and breathed out. “I can’t believe it! They’ve come from who knows where and they can’t shoot down our primitive little fighters?” She glanced down at radar out of the corner of her eye and chuckled. “Striker, we have incoming fighters. Friendly fighters.” Jon contacted the lead F-28 even as his lasers sliced apart an enemy fighter, sending the flaming debris tumbling into the ocean. “It’s nice for you to join the party, ladies and gentlemen.” In the lead fighter, Lieutenant Colonel Tanya Russell smirked. “Sorry, but we got here as quick as we could.” She glanced down and checked her radar, the light playing off her light-brown skin. “Spear and Prime Squadron, break off and flank left. Aggressor Squadron and Gold Knights, flank right.” Twenty-four fighters peeled off from the main group and looped around to one side of the Charon group while twenty-four more peeled off and looped around the opposite side. Tanya smiled the smile of a predator and ordered in her clipped British accent, “Main group, plow through!” She opened up the throttle, boosting the fighter’s speed to mach 2.5. The Charon fighters attempted to regroup, but were outmatched and outgunned. Their shields quickly failed and their hulls sliced open. Within a half-hour, it was over. While the last bits of debris fell into the Pacific, Jon and Kathy led the fighter group back to the Enterprise and the Nimitz. As soon as the Sixth Fleet was in sight, Jon contacted the Enterprise. “This is Captain Ellis requesting permission to land.” The next words surprised and shocked him. “Captain, this is Rear Admiral Kirk. Permission granted, but don’t get comfortable. As soon as you land, you’ll be refueled, rearmed and re-launched.” Jon’s eyebrows went up. He unclipped his air mask, letting it droop from the helmet. “What’s our target, sir?” he asked. “You’re going into deep space, son.” Kathy’s voice came over the comm, sounding perplexed to say the least. “Sir, please repeat. We’re going where?” The Old Man’s voice came on again, this time with a bit of annoyance in it. “I said deep space, Captain Olsen.” She rolled her green eyes and blew a stray lock of red hair out of their line of sight. “Thank you, sir.” Jon’s voice came over the comm. “Don’t worry, Ishtar. We’ll be ready for them.” She bit her lip so she couldn’t speak her thoughts. I hope to God you’re right, Jon. ***** Please read and review. The next post will be on the 25th. Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it, and up! -----signature----- E-married to the wonderful DarthIshtar. Now also her Padawan. Member of the Y.J.K. Revolution Staring into the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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SuperSaiyaMan12 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/18/07 8:10pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07
	Great post. Geeze...these Charon...damn bastards... And nice dogfights.
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biganimefan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 11/19/07 12:00am Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07 - Date Edited: 11/19/07 12:06am (1 edits total) Edited By: biganimefan
	The Charon are truly pathetic. Destroying Endor when it's inhabitants really have NO ability to defend themselves. Looks like the hometeam on Earth are doing great thus far! It's those one thousand battleships...with those shields that worries me though. Oh man...I want to go up there with you Striker. And...while I don't necessarily like the nickname Rob, my superior officer can call me whatever he wants to. Of course, in six years I may not mind as much. After all, Rob is a better nickname than Bobby...so it could happen.
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SuperSaiyaMan12 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/19/07 6:01am Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07 - Date Edited: 11/19/07 6:05am (1 edits total) Edited By: SuperSaiyaMan12
	biganimefan posted: The Charon are truly pathetic. Destroying Endor when it's inhabitants really have NO ability to defend themselves. Looks like the hometeam on Earth are doing great thus far! It's those one thousand battleships...with those shields that worries me though. Oh man...I want to go up there with you Striker. And...while I don't necessarily like the nickname Rob, my superior officer can call me whatever he wants to. Of course, in six years I may not mind as much. After all, Rob is a better nickname than Bobby...so it could happen. I...didn't know you were called Rob too...and I'm not the Robert in there... My bad.
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biganimefan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 11/19/07 1:07pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07
	SuperSaiyaMan12 posted: biganimefan posted: The Charon are truly pathetic. Destroying Endor when it's inhabitants really have NO ability to defend themselves. Looks like the hometeam on Earth are doing great thus far! It's those one thousand battleships...with those shields that worries me though. Oh man...I want to go up there with you Striker. And...while I don't necessarily like the nickname Rob, my superior officer can call me whatever he wants to. Of course, in six years I may not mind as much. After all, Rob is a better nickname than Bobby...so it could happen. I...didn't know you were called Rob too...and I'm not the Robert in there... My bad. Hey, no worries. And by the way, it's nice to meet another Robert. Its EXTREMELY rare that I meet someone with the same name as me...not all that common of a name unfortunately.
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SuperSaiyaMan12 Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 11/19/07 1:47pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07
	biganimefan posted: SuperSaiyaMan12 posted: biganimefan posted: The Charon are truly pathetic. Destroying Endor when it's inhabitants really have NO ability to defend themselves. Looks like the hometeam on Earth are doing great thus far! It's those one thousand battleships...with those shields that worries me though. Oh man...I want to go up there with you Striker. And...while I don't necessarily like the nickname Rob, my superior officer can call me whatever he wants to. Of course, in six years I may not mind as much. After all, Rob is a better nickname than Bobby...so it could happen. I...didn't know you were called Rob too...and I'm not the Robert in there... My bad. Hey, no worries. And by the way, it's nice to meet another Robert. Its EXTREMELY rare that I meet someone with the same name as me...not all that common of a name unfortunately. I prefer to go by Rob or Robby (no ie), what about you?
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Taeniaea Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 11/19/07 3:25pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07
	Cool Chapter!!:) -----signature----- Light withinDarkness & DarknesswihinLight FireflyofDarkness aka Hotaru Tomoe also knowen as Sailor Saturn
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biganimefan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 11/20/07 9:38am Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07
	SuperSaiyaMan12 posted: biganimefan posted: SuperSaiyaMan12 posted: [quote=biganimefan]The Charon are truly pathetic. Destroying Endor when it's inhabitants really have NO ability to defend themselves. Looks like the hometeam on Earth are doing great thus far! It's those one thousand battleships...with those shields that worries me though. Oh man...I want to go up there with you Striker. And...while I don't necessarily like the nickname Rob, my superior officer can call me whatever he wants to. Of course, in six years I may not mind as much. After all, Rob is a better nickname than Bobby...so it could happen. I...didn't know you were called Rob too...and I'm not the Robert in there... My bad. Hey, no worries. And by the way, it's nice to meet another Robert. Its EXTREMELY rare that I meet someone with the same name as me...not all that common of a name unfortunately. I prefer to go by Rob or Robby (no ie), what about you?[/quote] I don't like to be called by a nickname all that much...but if I were to choose between Rob, Robby, or Bobby...then I'd choose Rob.
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Jaded_Girl Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 11/24/07 10:29am Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07
	Well, at least Gavin, Hobbie and Tycho are still alive. Though it remains to be seen if Hobbie will know what to do with himself now that Wes is gone... Jaina was still calm. A smile suddenly lit her features. “What kept him?” she asked no one. Awww! A derisive laugh escaped Calaveras‘ lips. “Your tribe is dead, as are you.” She gestured at him and an almost errant blast of Dark Side energy lashed out at the aged chief. Wicket, hero of the First Battle of Endor and Chief Liaison to the New Republic, was incinerated in a messy fireball. It is a true testimony to your writing skill, Striker, when I actually feel sorry for an ewok shuffling off this mortal coil in a messy fireball. Good job. sigh Okay, I'll say it... poor Wicket. But you'll never get me to say "poor Jar Jar"! Never! Earth, the White House. January 7, 2014 Hee! There I am! Darkseid’s attack in 2006 and the Near-Apocalypse of ‘09 have us somewhat prepared, at least.” Oh, well that's good. Small favors... ~Her long golden-brown hair swished as she turned to Nichole. “We can’t do this alone.” ~Nichole picked up the phone again, a smirk on her lips. “Ah, my campaign slogan. Ha! Excellent. That so sounds like a campaign slogan I'd pick, too... And on the bridge of the flagship Enterprise, Rear Admiral Thomas Kirk gazed out at the flight deck of the 342.3 meter-long carrier with his hazel eyes and thought about the current chaos. HA!!! Awesome! No one can do cross-overs like you can! He glanced back and swore, prompting Kathryn to chastise him. “Now, now, Striker. That’s not proper language for this.” Oh, I don't know. Seems pretty appropriate to me. The Charon fighters attempted to regroup, but were outmatched and outgunned. Their shields quickly failed and their hulls sliced open. Within a half-hour, it was over. WHOO! Go team go! waves flags Well, we've knicked them, but the war hasn't even started yet. Up up up! (Even though I know bad stuff will happen... Stupid spider-bug-things...) -----signature----- L/M since reading HttE in '96. The Avengers' battle cry is "Avengers Assemble!" The Fantastic Four's is "Johnny WAIT!" ~Mark Waid Jaded_Girl exits, pursued by a bear
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RK_Striker_JK_5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 11/25/07 7:51pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/18/07 - Date Edited: 12/2/07 5:49pm (1 edits total) Edited By: RK_Striker_JK_5
	SSM12-Yeah, they're not nice. And thanks. COming from you, that's high praise. And yes, you're in here now. baf-Yeah, they're scum. And I'm really not deviating from canon too much at all for them, either. And don't worry, I've added a little line about your nickname. Taeniaea-Thanks. Jaded_Girl-We'll see about Hobbie. DOn't worry. Jar Jar would suffer a humiliating death if I wrote it. One the idiot would deserve. Small favors indeed, and glad you like the slogan. Kazedori is SuperSaiyaMan12. Here we go! ***** The fighters landed on the decks of the Nimitz and Enterprise and service techs swarmed around them, hooking up hoses to their fuel tanks and pumping in liquid hydrogen. Missiles were loaded up into their internal bays and the lasers were recharged. While the crew did their duty, Jon exited his F-28 and walked to the edge of the flight deck with a small mirror. He squinted his brown eyes, but smiled when he saw Kathy standing on the flight deck of the Nimitz. She held up a mirror of her own and, in Morse code, began flashing out a message. It’s nice to see you alive. Jon responded, his mirror glinting. I could say the same thing, so I will. It’s nice to see you alive. How very clever, Jon. So there is something there besides a monochromatic fashion sense, she teased. Well, just don’t let anyone else know, okay? If Colonel Russell finds out, my reputation as a tough guy will be ruined! Kathy blew a strand of red hair from her eyes. Your secret is safe with me, oh James Dean reincarnated. She looked back at the flight deck of the Nimitz before continuing. My fighter’s been repaired and is ready. She shuffled her booted feet before flashing, Just be careful, okay? These guys are tougher than a Rachmaninoff piece I’ve been working on off-duty. Jon straightened up before responding. I will if you will, Kathy. That’s one piece I want to hear. He strained his brown eyes, but he wasn’t sure if she smiled at him before turning away. The captain suppressed a shiver as he turned and went back to his fighter. Twenty minutes later, one hundred twenty fighters lifted off from the Nimitz and Enterprise and climbed into the sky. Robert looked out at them from the bridge. “Damn, I wish I was up there with them.“ Kirk turned to him, a slight glint in his eyes. “So do I, Bob. So do I.” Robert’s shoulders twitched. “Sir…” The admiral chuckled and clasped his hands behind his back. “Admiral’s privilege… Robert.” The two watched other Air Force and Navy fighters soon joined the fighters from the Enterprise and Nimitz as they ascended. The F-25s and F-28’s had been specifically built for space travel, while the older fighters had been retrofitted for space missions. Javelin-class assault shuttles launched from orbital stations, their onyx-colored hulls blending in with the night sky as they joined the armada marshalling in defense of their home. The sky changed from blue to a deep purple, and finally to darkest black. The stars shone with a steady light, and Jon held his breath in wonder. He quickly let it out as he saw the fleet of alien ships. “Lock and load,” he called out. Colonel Russell’s voice came over everyone’s comm system. “Spread out and make sure to stick by your wingman. As Captain Olsen demonstrated for us, their shields are vulnerable to our lasers and missiles. Stay calm and remember your training.” She paused before adding, “These invaders will not conquer us, not as long as there is breath in our bodies!” And with that, the lead F-28’s engines flared, sending Russell shooting ahead with laser emitters firing. Jon’s brown eyes soon picked up clouds surrounding the ships. A voice came over the comm before he could speak, however. “This is Gold Knight Seven. It looks like they’re launching fighters and…landing craft?” Jon checked his radar and confirmed several hundred large box-like craft slowly making their way to Earth, each one surrounded by a half-dozen fighters. He contacted Kathy. “Ishtar, we are going after the landing craft. Kazedori, fly backup.” The two fighters turned and headed straight at the first few landing craft, with a third rapidly joining them in textbook formation, their lasers firing continuous beams. One of Jon’s volleys hit a craft’s engines, blowing it off and sending it plunging into the atmosphere. His mouth dropped open behind his air mask and he quickly opened up a fleet wide channel. “Attention all pilots. Landing craft are unshielded. I repeat; landing craft are unshielded.” Kathy's wingtip lasers flashed, but they slammed into an alien fighter that was escorting another landing craft. “Darn,” she muttered. First Lieutenant Robert ‘Kazedori’ Barrows’ own lasers shot out, clipping another landing craft and blowing apart the hull. “Target their bellies,” he reported. “Easy pickings that way.” Several other fighters joined in on the attack, but for every landing craft that was shot down, five made it to ground. The call soon went out to the ground forces; prepare for surface assault. Jon’s eyes were drawn to a bright flash of light, and his chest tightened in empathic pain. Three F-22s and a Javelin were exploding as alien fighters poured plasma bolts into their hulls. A half-meter slab of titanium armor could protect the fighters only so much before superheated gases contained in a magnetic field sliced through. The Javelin lasted a little longer before it too succumbed to the onslaught, its thin hull being sliced in two. He mumbled several choice curses before pulling back on the control stick and aiming for that particular group of enemy fighters. His thumb jabbed the fire button on the top of his control stick, triggering several bursts of laser fire. Some missed, but others knocked down the shields of two of the spider-like fighters, crippling one and cutting the starboard laser cannons off the other. Twenty kilometers away, over two thousand fighters and a hundred Javelins swarmed around the alien battleships. The oily-skinned behemoths let loose with withering barrages of plasma bolts, but almost none of them were able to hit their fast-moving, extremely agile opponents. Colonel Russell lined up one in her targeting scope and fired off two Sidewinder missiles. The white-plated missiles shot off and struck the battleship, exploding but doing little damage. She sent his F-28 into a series of tight turns and slips as the smaller and quicker weapon turrets took aim at her. Several cheers and whoops of delight came over the comm. “We got one! It’s in flames!” She glanced at her radar with her brown eyes and saw a swarm of friendlies around a pair of Charon battleships. They both had taken repeated strafing runs, and one of them was now unprotected by its shields and had several smoking holes in its starboard armor. Robert lined up a shot at one of the massive laser cannons and fired off a missile before peeling off just centimeters ahead of anti-fighter blasts. The missile impacted at the base of the long tube and penetrated into the armor before exploding, severing the cannon at the base and igniting several fuel cells nearby. The entire starboard hull split along an armored seam, ripping open as the explosive decompression popped the armor plating clean off its welds. The reverse arrowhead seemed to almost sag in on itself as atmosphere and Charon were expelled into the void of space. The superstructure around the engines ripped apart, destabilizing the fusion engines and causing them to ignite, ultimately destroying the battleship. Russell observed the destruction before contacting those under her command. “We know how to kill them, so let’s get to stomping!” She sent her F-28 into a tight spin and evaded several plasma bolts before firing off two Sidewinder missiles at another battleship. ***** In The United States, Japan and other countries around the globe, the citizens fled into basements while soldiers prepared for another alien invasion. Tanks and personnel carriers sped from military bases and took up position in major cities, but no one was quite sure where they would touch down. In the White House, President White, Vice-President Leavitt and Chairman Dozer stood in the Oval Office around a monitor embedded in the wall. Prime Minister Chiba from Japan and his wife were seen on the screen. “And that’s the whole story, Nichole. The Charon have no concept of ‘prisoner’ or ‘mercy’.” James glanced at Nichole and Nedra before clearing his throat and speaking. “Umm, could you go over the part where you and your wife are reincarnations of Terran and Lunar royalty? That part sorta confuses us.” Back in Tokyo, Mamoru let out a small chuckle. “It’s true, Admiral. You saw Usagi and I transform in front of the Diet, right?” Nichole looked up and placed her hands on her hips. “That was…interesting, but still it doesn’t prove you‘re royalty,” she observed, her face askance in order to hide a slight blushing on her pale cheeks. Usagi spoke up, her eyes seeming to bore into everyone from her image. “President White, I know it seems unbelievable. When my mentor Luna told me about my destiny, I couldn’t believe it either. But it is true, sir. In my former life, I was Princess Serenity of the Moon Kingdom. And now I must fight against the Charon, taking up arms once more against the enemies of peace and justice.” Nichole swallowed and choked back tears. “Well… just be careful!” she blurted out. Usagi’s mouth spread into a goofy grin as Mamoru replied. “My wife thanks you, Madam President. And now we must go.” He paused before adding, “May the Force be with you.” He reached over and pressed a button on his desk, terminating the conversation. He looked up at his top advisors and paused as each one had their eyes locked on the floor, causing Mamoru to roll his own eyes. “Look up at me!” he shouted, rising And walking over to them. He grabbed the closest by her shoulders, forcing her to look up at his slightly angry visage. “I am not some deity! I am still Chiba Mamoru, Prime Minister of Japan.” He turned and pointed at Usagi. “And that is my wife, Chiba Usagi.” Mamoru breathed deeply and practiced a quick Jedi calming exercise. “I apologize for that, but I do not want anyone thinking of me as a god.” He let go of the woman’s shoulders before backing off. A soldier suddenly burst into the room. “Sirs, the aliens have landed outside of Tokyo and are advancing on the city. They’ll be here within the hour!” Husband and wife exchanged a glance before holding out their hands. A rose appeared in Mamoru’s hand while an ornate rod materialized in Usagi’s hand. His business suit morphed into a stylish tuxedo, complete with top hat, stylish cape and white mask over his blue eyes. Usagi, meanwhile, shouted out, “Moon Eternal Power Makeup!” while holding her transformation wand high. A blizzard of feathers enveloped her, changing her dress and blouse into a Sailor Fuku, complete with a heart-shaped bow tied on front, a multi-colored skirt, snow white knee-high boots and cloth wings attached to the back. They bowed before Tuxedo Mask motioned at the window, telekinetically opening it. They leapt out the window and landed with a thud outside of the capital building. Makoto and Kyp stood there, lightsabers, transformation wands and roses at the ready. “What kept you?” he teased. The Charon landing craft, squat pods with six thick stabilizers attached to the hull, landed at the outskirts of Tokyo. The front doors opened and multitudes of bloodthirsty warriors and six-legged tanks flowed out. The tanks had comparatively thick bodies, half a dozen laser cannons jutting from the main body and a scorpion-like ‘tail’ shooting out of the aft end and ending with a double-barreled laser cannon. They marched past the outlying villages, burning them to the ground in an orgy of annihilation. The Japanese Self-Defense Force and the US Army held back, letting them into the heart of Tokyo where the quartet stood at the ready. Kyp and Makoto stood back to back and looked askance into each other’s eyes. “Are you ready?” Makoto asked. Kyp nodded, his emerald eyes flashing. “I’m ready for anything, Mako.” He held his rose high and the petals changed from red to silver. A wave of energy washed over and in him as his clothes melted and reformed into a tuxedo, complete with a top hat, flowing cape and white mask over his eyes. “I am Tuxedo Deyer.” Makoto, meanwhile, held her transformation wand high and shouted, “Jupiter Crystal Power Makeup!” A maelstrom of electricity enveloped her body, changing her clothes into a Sailor Fuku complete with a pink bow tied in front, a green miniskirt, matching ankle boots and elbow-length gloves. Now she was Sailor Jupiter, Senshi of lightning. She unclipped a half-meter rod from her skirt and pressed a button, sending forth twin emerald plasma blades from each end. Tuxedo Deyer brandished a silver-colored rose and his electric-violet lightsaber while Tuxedo Mask and Sailor Moon ignited identical silver-colored lightsabers. The lead Charon paused before the quartet, his mandibles dripping saliva and his multi-faceted eyes twitching. [Who are you?] Moon stepped forward and posed. “Creatures of evil, we are the Sailor Senshi and Tuxedo Guardians and Jedi! Your actions cannot be forgiven.” She pointed at them and continued. “In the name of the Moon, Earth and the Force, we’ll punish you!” ***** Please read and review. The next post will be on the 2nd of December. Up! -----signature----- E-married to the wonderful DarthIshtar. Now also her Padawan. Member of the Y.J.K. Revolution Staring into the Darkness http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27537567/p1/?23
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Lady_Jade Registered: May '04	Date Posted: 11/26/07 8:33pm Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/25/07
	And the battle begins!!! Everyone all over the world has a stake in this. They're in for a tough ride. And though it'll be hard....I can't wait for the action scenes! You write them so well. -----signature----- "Do or do not. There is no try." ~Yoda, ESB 6 years of schooling + 6 months of training + 6 hours of sweat and pain = one very proud black belt
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Taeniaea Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 11/27/07 6:43am Subject: RE: Three New Sailor Senshi. SM/SW. New post on 11/25/07
	Great Chapter!! -----signature----- Light withinDarkness & DarknesswihinLight FireflyofDarkness aka Hotaru Tomoe also knowen as Sailor Saturn
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