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Pelranius Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 8/9 1:08pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Still, very nice ships. I wonder if it would be ideal to scale them up. -----signature----- Fleet Junkie and Proud! Fics: Destiny's Inferno (TTT/DE AU) And the Skywalker Saga KOTOR Style Updated 7/24/06 see bio for details
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/21 3:28am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 8/21 3:48am (2 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	Imperial Warlord: Thanks for reading! The Empire will likely be very careful when it comes to battle droids, but you never know. Pelranius: I hope the Impaler came across as kind of interesting and unique sounding. Thanks for reading! And as always, thanks to everyone who is reading my little tale . Lots yet to come even with the conclusion within sight. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/21 3:40am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	In The Remnant: Chapter 10: The Museum Living in self imposed exile from Weequay society and their cultural home world of Sriluur was the only life Mirana Nido had ever known. At one time she had even been briefly troubled by this, rebelling against her father who had taken her family from the planet long before she was born. She had actually undertaken a sojourn of sorts back to the world when she came of age and it was only then that she realized her father had made the right decision. Weequay society was incredibly harsh, with importance placed upon the greater group or clan, over the individual. Rights were granted more based of physical means; the strong ruled and controlled the lives of the weak. All in the name of a religious dogma which allowed for no change over thousands of years. Many were sold into slavery, made to serve the vile Hutts as soldiers and bodyguards. Her people were natural hunters with keen senses and an ability to learn quickly, making them very valuable to their masters in Hutt space. It was this servitude to the Hutts that allowed many Weequay to escape their harsh lives, only at extreme risk to themselves and their families. The political and religious ideals of Sriluur were readily accepted by most of her people, but Mirana, once educated, was very glad that her father made the choices he did. He’d been inspired by the lives he saw from other species, other races, living throughout the galaxy. They had a freedom he had never known, they had no masters and practiced religion if they wished to, not because they were forced to. By the time her father had gained command of his own spice freighter his mind had already been made up. With the help of a couple other Weequays of similar views, he had risked everything to escape and make a better life, earning a death mark amongst their own people but their own freedom in the process. The Hutts had inadvertently given them the ways and means to escape, allowing them an opportunity they quickly capitalized upon. Mirana’s and her immediate family were not the only Weequays to escape the invisible chains of Hutt space. Many of her people had achieved great things on a galactic scale, from serving in government to becoming Jedi Knights, to now serving as Naval Officers in the Imperial fleet. Sitting on the gray, leather couch of her quarters she had spent the last couple hours doing normal, everyday type stuff. Mirana had grabbed a bite to eat although the naval rations were far from what she’d term good food. Next she had been surprised to find a holo communication from her husband which she had nearly missed. It was good to see him, even in the form of a holo image. She could make out his dark, recessed eyes and proud posture in the image. He was a Weequay, just like her, and was the commander of his Tie squadron. He kept his hair braided in a way traditional to their people. He was proud, fierce and brooding, looking very sharp in his flight gear even from across the stars. “Hello, Mirana,” he spoke quietly as if someone was trying to listen to him. He would probably be teased by his fellow pilots if they caught him whispering sweet nothings into the communicator. “Life on Valc 7 never seems to change very much; it’s all dull and routine. We intercept the odd smuggler, catch the occasional border violator, but there is little thrill in the hunt on this side of the Empire. If you were here life would be so much better.” “And if you were here, my dear,” Mirana whispered quietly running her fingers around the edge of the holo image. She missed him dearly and longed for his touch, for a simpler life. Perhaps one day they could retire together to her family estate on Borosk, hopefully sooner than later. “My squadron is getting really good now, a far cry from when I first arrived in this corner of the galaxy. I think some of them might even be up for promotions soon,” He sighed, “then it will be back to square one with more new recruits. Somehow I miss the days of hunting the Vong onboard the Right to Rule.” “I had a purpose then, the hunters’ blood trying to burst up through my veins had an outlet to release its rage. It is hard to control ones instinctual needs serving as essentially a teacher, but I’ll make due as I always have. The hunter is always ready to come out, and my senses are always sharp. I could never do what you do, my love. I could never command a crew of so many who don’t understand me. As always, I remain in awe of your quality.” “My time is nearly up,” he looked around slightly and then offered a crooked, mischievous smile. “You are in my thoughts always and I will see you soon.” He blew her a two fingered kiss as the holo image flickered and faded back into her Imperial emblem shaped, wardroom table. “I miss you too, Tulq,” Mirana answered returning his kiss in identical fashion. Leaning back onto her couch and wrapped her arms around herself, closing her eyes and allowing herself to drift off into a happier place. It was as if everything she’d worked for had stopped being important to her as of late, except her distant love. Long moments passed as she sat quietly humming to herself. Several moments later she was asleep. ************************************************************************************* Demus A’dalian was busy looking over a technical readout of the Blitzwing, trying to pinpoint the possible source of a minor problem with the port side tractor beam generator. The Strike Cruiser’s chief engineer had joined him on the bridge in a brainstorming session to try and identify the malfunction. The inconsistent projector had been troubling the ship for well over two standard months, and had the onboard repair crews at a complete loss. “So, the tractor is still losing its lock every few seconds, dirty bugger,” A’dalian commented, bent over the readout. “We’ve tried so many times already; we may well need to bring in a specialist from Yaga Minor at this point, much as I hate to swallow my pride like that. This needs to be functioning correctly in the near future. Useful tool, a tractor beam can be.” “Major A’dalian! Major A’dalian, we have a fleet of ships coming out of hyperspace in sector four,” an officer from the sunken bridge pit called up to the executive officer. The hint of confusion and near panic in his voice was obvious. He was a young officer, like so many in the post Vong Empire. “What’s this?” A’dalian quietly signaled for the chief engineer to return to his post before proceeding over to the tactical display on the port side of the bridge pit. “Update, Lieutenant.” “A dozen warships have just entered to system,” the more senior officer answered keeping busy on a keypad. “All categorize as capital ships by size and appearance. No positive identification possible, ID’s are not transmitting and they do not match any known ships in the archives.” “Summon the Captain,” Demus waved his hand toward an aide, keeping his keen blue eyes on the display. “So, it’s not the Vong then?” “No sir,” the lieutenant responded calmly. “Comscan identifies the lead vessel as a Dreadnaught Class Warship, six hundred meter length. Clone Wars era at best guess. Several other Bulk Cruisers and Frigates make up the remainder of the fleet.” After a brief pause the officer added, “Another ship just jumped in, Lucrehulk Class Carrier. Fighters are beginning to launch from the forward vessels.” “A war museum has come to visit Mygeeto,” A’dalian said vacantly, trying to sort out some questions in his mind. “And this lot is not here to do any banking or crystal mining, I’d say.” Quickly he made his way up from the pit to the forward viewport. He wanted to have a firsthand look. The Dreadnaughts themselves were little more than specs against the darkness of Mygeetan space, but the Lucrehulk stood out even at such a long range. They were once exclusive to the Trade Federation during the Clone Wars, and were nearly three kilometers in diameter, while rumored to carry up to fifteen hundred droid fighters when fully loaded. This was the first time A’dalian had ever seen one in his life and he had to admit it was an impressive sight. Perhaps not as overwhelming as a Superstar Destroyer, but that was the only comparison he could make based on this first impression. “Fair size I’d say. I’ve read the key is the centersphere, where the bridge and command decks are located. I guess we’ll get to test that theory today lads. Battle stations, all pilots to their fighters.” Demus was relatively impressed with the efficiency the crew was showing under stress of imminent battle. They made him proud, hearing them pass along his orders, making the ship battle ready. Deep in his heart he knew these lads and lass’s could do the job and was very pleased to see them jump so effectively to the task. He looked toward each of them as a son or daughter and was determined to make sure that all of them survived the day, however unrealistic that goal may be. “See if we can get a communications channel open to the Abominus,” A’dalian ordered making his way back from the forward viewport. The Star Destroyer’s captain was the ranking officer in charge of Mygeeto’s meager naval assets. He would command the battle, while in communication with the governor on the surface. “Let’s follow their lead and see if we can’t throw a wrinkle into whatever plans this mystery fleet has for us.” *********************************************************************************** “Director Sillin,” an alarmed Banking Clan associate rushed into the bank manager’s hospital room. Pors strength was returning to him now but he still felt too weak to resume his full duties. Instead he turned his hospital suite into a makeshift command center, keeping his eyes closely on a number of issues via computer consoles propped up alongside his bed. “I am busy,” Sillin hissed, his eyes narrowing, not taking his attention from his many computer screens. “Unless you have news of the Kaleesh’s capture you have no business here. Be Gone!” “A mysterious fleet has just jumped into the system,” The aide said undeterred. “Lom Hill has ordered our assets moved to our capital ships for immediate departure. He wants all personnel evacuated until such time as support arrives from Muunilist. We have assessed the mystery fleet and determined it presents an immediate threat. We believe the Imperials are outnumbered, thus they cannot guarantee our security.” “What good are they then?” Sillin swung his computer screens deftly aside and sat up, swinging his legs down off his bed. His perpetual scowl then melted slightly as he considered the situation. “The Imperials will bring reinforcements. Perhaps now is not the time to panic, now is the time for thought. Why is this mysterious fleet flinging itself upon us?” The aide simply ignored the director’s questions, while Sillin mentally marked the aide as someone to be removed in the future. He needed his own loyal flunkies, not Lom Hill’s scraps. “Our orders are clear, Director,” the aide reiterated, shuffling nervously. “Shall I begin with the transfer?” “Yes, of course,” Sillin answered adjusting his spectacles calmly. “Of course, the vault assets are not transferable and I will not abandon them. Whatever would our loyal customers think if we tucked tail and ran at the first sign of trouble? We have a responsibility to them, a trust to maintain. All non essential personnel are cleared to depart, along with the transfer of our mainframes.” “Security personnel, on the other hand, are too be doubled and on alert status. I want a team readied to move me to the Dressian where I can direct the evacuation more effectively. Get me a hover chair!” The aide shuffled out, much in the same hectic fashion he had come, leaving the director alone with his thoughts for several long minutes. “Why now, indeed?” the director wondered out loud, his eyes brightening as the revelation came into his thoughts. “Because of the Kaleesh chieftain no doubt, this fleet has been thrust upon us to cover his escape.” Perhaps this is an opportunity to catch him while he thinks all of Jygat is distracted. Would he not look to make his escape under the cover of such chaos? Of course he would, and I’ll be sure to have someone in place to thwart his scheme. Stretching out his long arms above his head, Director Sillin took a moment to revel in his own genius, most pleased with his plan. This was to be his moment, after today the board of directors would not be able to ignore his rise, and would be forced to appoint him to Chairman of the entire Banking Clan. He would save the Dressian, capture the criminals and save all of Mygeeto. He could then ride the wave of his heroic actions all the way to Muunilist! ********************************************************************************* “Damn the daylight,” the Kaleesh operative spoke to himself, keeping a close watch on the streets from within his ship at the spaceport. Setting up the dozen surveillance camera’s he’d hidden had taken considerable time, but gave him the ability to monitor points of interest from the relative security of his own ship. He had to admit that he had hoped Kais would have come along by now, yet the chieftain was nowhere in sight, despite having acknowledged the location of the ship in a communication. Still, that was the least of the operative’s problems at this point. None of them would be going anywhere if he couldn’t figure a way to topple Jygat’s energy shielding to allow their ship to leave. Time was growing short, the Kaleesh fleet was in system and a sinking feeling was creeping into his heart. It was soon to be now or never. He couldn’t think of a way to get past the Imperial security at the generator, security which had doubled with the arrival of their fleet. One warrior against two Chicken Walkers and a dozen Stormtroopers was no odds at all for success. He would gladly sacrifice his life if it meant accomplishing the mission, yet throwing his life away would gain nothing. Then, suddenly as he watched another of the Muun armored transports roll past a camera near the generator station, a plan came to mind. The Muun security forces were everywhere now, on every street corner seemingly. While this would make moving about the city very difficult, it could have a silver lining. Yes, this could work, he smiled sliding his black helmet back onto his head. The gods have shown the way…….. ************************************************************************************* The Kaleesh Fleet had seemingly come out of a portal from the past, but had every intention of exerting its will upon the present. It was an impressive sight for any era, thirteen capital ships, popping into real space out of nowhere, taking their opponents by complete and utter surprise. Gods be praised, the long bearded Kaleesh Admiral smiled to himself, leaning heavily upon his walking stick to keep himself upright. From the bridge of the Dreadnaught, Leviathan, he would command, raining death and despair upon the Mygeeto system. Before his mighty fleet the enemy was scattering like vermin, running behind the false security of the battle lines created by the few warships the Empire had assigned to the system. He smiled grimly in thought, Old scores are to be settled in the coming hours, and many will ascend to the heavens this day; many new gods will be born. Qymaen will be proud; his legacy will begin its fulfillment. The Kaleesh will rise again. Flipping a switch on his wrist, he opened a communication channel to the Kaleesh fleet. “On this glorious day we will shed the blood of our enemies and bring honor to the gods,” the Admiral growled proudly in his own language for the benefit of his command crew and the fleet. “Forward to ascension, forward to victory! None of the vermin are to be spared, victory shall be ours. Qymaen is honored and is with each of us on this day! Do him proud, bring him victory!” The old Admiral smiled as a glorious roar rose from his command crew and the crews of every ship across the fleet. He’d do his old friend proud, of that much he was certain. The long bearded Admiral was the only Kaleesh left alive that actually had served alongside Qymaen jai Sheelal, and he counted the former Kaleesh leader as his confidant and his friend. Together they fought many battles against the Huk, shared many victories. All long before the deception of the Confederacy, before of the treachery of the Banking Clan, before Qymaen jai Sheelal had become the twisted, metal cyborg, General Grievous. As the galaxy once trembled at the mention of General Grievous, it shall tremble again before the Kaleesh, the Admiral thought smugly, anticipation running wildly through his veins. This will be a day long remembered, the Kaleesh are reborn! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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imperial_Warlord5 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 8/21 6:48am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 8/21 6:49am (1 edits total) Edited By: imperial_Warlord5
	all i can say is THEY HAD A FLEET they may be relics but they can still pack a punch cant wait to see the empire response
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 8/25 12:59pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	They have a fleet? Wow, completely unexpected. Does Kais know about this? Was this part of the plan? And poor Mirana. I liked that little tid bit of mushiness right there. Sweet. Great update! Sorry for the delay. (I think I already said that but hey ) -----signature----- "The Queen of Kyp has delivered again " -- Robimus I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 8/25 6:28pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	The GOOD thing about getting so far behind in reading is that I got to read TWO superb updates at once. The bad thing is that I got behind at all! A superb story! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/25 11:49pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 8/25 11:50pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	VaderLVR64: Thank you very much. I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe ...And they say Lucas can't do dialog, bah! Ceillean: Yeah, I love Mirana's development at this point. She's probably more for the future than the present but I like her more and more with each update myself. Glad the fleet was a surprise, and yeah, Kais knows, I tossed in a few hints here and there. Plan B is in full effect Thanks for reading Imperial_Warlord5: Love the fleet shock I've always intended the Kaleesh to have the fleet since the beginning and I'll delve into that backstory a bit in future updates. I figure a race that was working closely with the Confederacy and had an intergalactic war with the Huks would have something, despite the fact that they are not keeping it around their own planet The unknown regions is very close to Kalee isn't it, Hmmnnnn Thanks for reading Now I wonder, did everyone early on realize that Kais was General Grievous's Grandson? Qymaens name is easy knowledge to find I know, but I thought I might surprise someone? More to come and several chapters to go, thanks to everyone for reading. -Rob -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 9/27 10:17pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 9/28 6:48pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Robimus
	After a longer delay than I would have liked....at long last an update! Thanks for reading IN THE REMNANT: CHAPTER 11 The Kaleesh freighter sat quietly in its landing berth as a shrill siren began wailing in the distance. The wail was an early warning system that had been installed in every major Imperial city to warn of potential invasion by the Yuuzhan Vong, meant to give the local’s time to take cover or flee. During the war with the Yuuzhan Vong the alarm had never found a use with Mygeeto blessedly being spared from the devastation of the Vong invaders. The local governor actually had almost dismantled the system after the war, citing maintenance costs as too high for an unused, unnecessary device. With the Vong no longer a threat many Imperial governors felt the same way. The Moff Council at the urging and lobbying of Ephin Saretti had overruled that decision. The early warning systems of every inhabited Imperial world became a federal concern, forcing every Moff to maintain those systems. Federal funds made available out of Bastion ensured their general maintenance and staffing, and as it turned out the system was a wise investment, Mygeetan citizens now had time to flee to shelters or make other arrangements in the hours before an invading Force would be or could be threatening their cities. Kais jai Sheelal had quietly found his way over to the spaceport several hours before the invasion, crammed in the rear storage compartment of a speeder piloted by Koosk. Jygat’s crystalline paved streets had proved fairly quiet during the capital’s brief night. Imperial forces had added troopers to the streets in an effort to curtail reports of vigilantly actions by Banking Clan security personnel. Tensions in the city were on the rise as the Empire enforced its will on the Banking Clan, causing the Muun lead organization to rethink its hard-line strategy toward capturing the Kaleesh and his Mygeetan accomplice. Of course the fact that the Banking Clan had already announced the capture of the pair to placate investors did anything but help their search. So far as the Imperial forces were concerned the case was closed, blockades in the city had come down and business went back to usual. With the landed freighter’s security pass codes, Kais and Koosk managed to bypass the automated security systems fairly easily, driving the rectangular, black speeder right up and into the landing berth. Entering the ship, all they had to do now was wait and hope everything worked out as planned. So far they had stayed under the radar, out of sight, just as Kais had hoped they would be able to. All before the alarm sounded. Koosk had quickly found his way to a chair and sat quietly marveling at the many camera feeds from around Jygat, all were displayed across several monitors stationed just rear of the cockpit. He was very impressed with the amazing views of the city and its installations that the monitors offered. Who ever had taken the time to put the cameras in place had done an amazing job. Koosk cycled through the various screens hoping to see if his domicile was being monitored, and found himself a bit disappointed when he determined that it wasn’t. When the distant alarm began to scream, audible even through the ship’s hull, Koosk suddenly sat straight up in his chair and began to cycle through the camera views more quickly as if to see if he could find out what all the commotion was about. The Imperial Stormtroopers in the streets had begun to move with a purpose, and the Muun security was doing much the same. The streets of Jygat very quickly filled up as the noise caused by the alarm reached frightened ears. “Kais,” He called uncertainly toward his companion, who was now in the ship’s cockpit. “Something is going on out there. The Imperials and Muun are running around like blind Teek’s,” Koosk squinted his eyes trying to see the images on the screens a bit more clearly. “Nothing unexpected,” Kais answered from the pilot’s station at the front of the ship, silently wondering what exactly a Teek was, and then determining that he didn’t really care. “The fleet is here.” “A Fleet,” Koosk’s voice raised in surprise. “What fleet?” The little Mygeetan jumped down from his chair and quickly trotted to the cockpit to address Kais directly. He wore a mixture of surprise and apprehension painted across his face. “My fleet,” the Kaleesh Chieftain swung his chair around to face Koosk as the lemuroid skidded to a halt just before running into the pilot station. Kais had a resolved look on his face, scratching one of the tusks on his chin. He wasn’t happy, wasn’t full of bravado, he was stating a fact. “Had events at the Dressian gone smoothly the fleet would not have been necessary, it wasn’t a decision I made lightly.” “But, what about the lives’ of the Mygeetan’s on the surface, Kais? Innocent beings could get hurt, could get killed. That’s not fair to them at all. You have to call off your fleet, you still can. Nobody else has to die. We’ll find a way off world without them. Please Kais, please.” “Accept this development,” Kais grunted swinging his chair away from the Mygeetan. “I wish this wasn’t required, little one. But it is too late now. The future of the Kaleesh hangs in the pouch around my waste. Hundreds of billions, even trillions of credits and the ability to rebuild my home world makes the stakes here far too high. I’m sorry you have landed in the middle of this dispute, but these credits reaching Kalee is all that matters at this time.” “No it’s not all that matters!” Koosk growled stomping his clawed foot. “Lives are more important than credits. Open up this ship’s communication system and call off your fleet. I won’t help you anymore. I won’t help you if you bring death to Mygeeto, killing the innocent, no I won’t!” Koosk crossed his arms tightly before his body, the top of his mouth twitching as he tried to hold his emotions together. Kais gave him credit for being brave enough to confront him, but the Mygeetan’s bravery, while well placed, meant little in the larger scheme of things. Still, Kais felt he’d try to give the little one an explanation instead of dismissing him outright. He owed him that much. “Koosk, remember our talk a few nights back,” Kais countered calmly. “To be a leader you sometimes must make difficult choices, choices which weigh heavily on the conscience. I’m shattered inside Koosk, I don’t want any unnecessary death, but I must look to my own people’s welfare first. All the Muun understand is strength. All the Empire understands is strength. Today the Kaleesh will show them that we are strong enough to stand up and be counted, that ignoring us and cheating us will no longer be an option. I wish there was another way.” Koosk slumped down on the deck and covered his head with his arms in despair. “My people don’t deserve this, Kais. I helped you, I’m still helping you. Is this the thanks?” “The Kaleesh fleet has no orders to target the surface, Koosk,” Kais answered quietly. “They are here to create chaos to cover my escape, I doubt a shot will ever be fired toward the surface of this world, but can’t promise that an accident won’t happen or that innocent beings won’t be killed.” “How many innocent Kaleesh have died over the years,” Kais reflected looking down on the little, weeping, cloaked mass of fur curled up on the deck. “The Kaleesh have lost million’s, Koosk, hundreds of millions. Entire families wiped out, clans erased, our home world battered until almost every living plant, animal and being was destroyed. Be thankful, Koosk. Be thankful that your people have not had to endure the hardships of the Kaleesh, but also understand the history which has brought my people to this day.” “If you decide you can no longer help me I will understand, do what you must,” Kais leaned forward and softly placed his hand on Koosk’s lowered head. “But I cannot call off the fleet, to do so would be to betray my own people and ignore the suffering of generations. Qymaen meant for the Kaleesh to no longer suffer, that was why he fought in the Clone Wars. That was why he sacrificed his entire life to try and help his people. I will not abandon his legacy and will fulfill his wishes, even if I die trying.” Koosk suppressed a sniffle as he looked up into the big Kaleesh’s emerald eyes, and nodded. “I’m sorry, Kais. I’m just torn, that’s it. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I guess I do understand why it’s happening, if that makes any sense. I just want it all to stop now.” “War seldom makes sense,” Kais nodded, “but sometimes is unavoidable. I have prayed already to Qymaen for the lives of the innocents that will die on this day, with hope that he will inspire the other gods to be merciful, be they Kaleesh gods, Mygeetan gods or the gods of any other being involved in the coming battle. And I vow, the moment we are clear of the battle that I will order my fleet to withdraw. I say we, assuming you will be accompanying me off world? Will you, can you, still travel on the same path I am?” “Once you help your people will you promise to help mine?” The question from Koosk surprised the Chieftain, causing him a brief moment of confusion. Kais closed his eyes for a moment in thought. He wanted to promise the Mygeetan that he would be able to help, that the Kaleesh would help. But was it right for his people? If he committed he would be honor bound to the Mygeetans, it was a commitment he wasn’t sure he should make, yet make it he would. “You have my word, Koosk,” Kais nodded once. He sensed he needed this little creature, as much as the little one needed him. Their journey was just beginning, and that Qymaen had placed the Mygeetan in his path for a reason. “With the credits secured, I will make efforts to help your people in any way possible. You will then have earned an ally and an honored place amongst the Kaleesh. Understand there are limits to the aid which I can offer. I can’t free you from the Empire, or go to war with the Muun, but whatever help I can lend, I will, the Kaleesh will, I swear it.” Koosk nodded and hopped up to his feet, “Thank you, Kais.” He then scampered back quickly to see what was happening in the monitor chamber aft of the cockpit. Kais leaned back and crossed his arms. The little one was brave, Kais wondered if he would be as brave in the Mygeetan’s situation. It took great character to show such courage, and as his mind wandered the Kaleesh leader thought of another who had such devotion, such courage. He didn’t even know the name of the agent about to attempt to take down Jygat’s energy shield, but he knew his courage. It took every ounce of Kais’s commitment to his mission not to run out and try to help the Kaleesh warrior. But he knew putting himself at extreme risk would accomplish nothing at this point, no matter what his instincts screamed toward his heart and soul. To lead my people I must stay the course and understand that some sacrifices must be made, he lowered his head sadly in thought. That is my duty, which is my curse. Qymaen, I pray I’ve made the right decisions this day. Guide my will so as our people will be given the opportunity to thrive again. My praise for you is infinite, and my faith unwavering. Praise you, Grandfather, and praise the Kaleesh. Thats it for part 1 of Chapter 11. Thanks for reading -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 9/28 10:18am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Being a leader is damned hard. I really liked this update. Hearfelt and yet sad for poor Koosk. I do hope that not too many people have to die. Great update! Thanks for the PM. -----signature----- "The Queen of Kyp has delivered again " -- Robimus I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 9/29 7:11pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Excellent update! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 10/19 11:08pm Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Ceillean: People dieing? Would I write that kind of story OK, yeah I might......... VaderLVR64: Thank you for your continued support Here's part 2 of Chapter 11. Thanks for reading ************************************************************************************************** Sauld Reija was beginning to view the IG series droid seated, more like implanted, at the center of the Impaler’s bridge like a warship captain. He knew it wasn’t a correct direction of thought, but something was bothering him about the droid’s mannerisms. Was he communicating directly with the central droid intelligence commanding the ship? That’s how it seemed, never mind that the droid had alarmingly human characteristics or quirks. It seemed to take time to think, to consider, in-between each order from the Muun administrator, Mals Demil. So far it hadn’t really shown any sign of disobedience, but it didn’t exactly seem to be rushing to comply with orders either. “We must return to Mygeeto, Administrator Demil”, Reija reiterated for maybe the sixth time since he’d contacted Captain Nido. “Lives are at risk, a cruiser with this amount firepower could prove critical in the battle.” Captain Nido had informed Sauld that Blitzwing was going to join the Mygeetan fleet under command of the Abominus in an attempt try to hold the mysterious attackers at bay. A glance at the initial intelligence reports indicated that the Imperial’s in the system were outnumbered, though they would certainly be able to make an impressive stand if needed. An emergency task force was being sent from Yaga Minor but would likely arrive too late to be of any assistance. On top of everything else, the Banking Clan’s military assets were refusing to aid in the defense, claiming their ships were only for the evacuation of Clan personnel and material, much to the disapproval of the Empire. Unfortunately there was nothing that could be done to change the IGBC’s stance during the current crisis, though it would certainly be addressed in the future Sauld suspected. “Lives,” Demil groaned. “You talk to me of lives? What do the lives of those humanoids mean when weighed against the possibility of losing the greatest creation in galactic history? My droids are an advancement in evolution, a result of over two decades of research. Think of the bigger picture, Director Reija. Sometimes I think your small Imperial minds can’t see past the end of your own noses. It’s no wonder the Rebel Alliance took back the galaxy from you.” This Muun is insane, Reija frowned, glancing at Lieutenant Corr. The storm trooper stood unflinching by the bridge entrance, the cold, white sheen of his helmet displaying no emotion. Sauld was very concerned that he was rapidly approaching a point of no return with the Holowan Director, and if a power play was to be made he would need to make it very soon. But how far he and two troopers would get in a fire fight was a foregone conclusion. He would have time to take Demil’s life with his sidearm, of that much Sauld was certain. He was also certain the IG droids would then cut him to ribbons, along with his men. “If you value your potential contract with the Empire, you will return and aid my forces in the Mygeeto system.” Reija stated, hoping greed would make the Muun see reason. He leveled the administrator with an icy gaze and moved to invade the Muun’s personal space. A little intimidation never hurt anyone, Sauld reasoned. And I’ve done a fair amount of intimidating in my career. “This deal and access to our mass production techniques is falling apart as of right now. You have a decision to make, Mals Demil. Do you wish to be known as one of the greatest genius’s the galaxy has ever seen, or an afterthought, not even an unimportant reference in a university holo text? Your legacy, not to mention your life, will come down to the decisions you make right now. I hope you choose wisely.” Quietly the cylindrical shaped head of the bridge helmsman again swung around and fixed its eye stocks upon Mals Demil. The two other IG units on the bridge also seemed to stir slightly, as if Sauld Reija’s threat had just caught their attention. “You don’t frighten me, Reija,” Demil hissed while slinking back from the aging Imperial Officer and turning away, the gears on his arm again began to whir, and his mechanical eye opened wide. “If you won’t deal with me, someone else will, Pellaeon will, or the Galactic Alliance will. You over estimate your own importance and are in no position to make threats. I would have expected a little more political stature from someone in your position.” “Pellaeon will have nothing to do with you, Demil,” Sauld smiled thinly stepping forward. “The Supreme Commander values the lives of Imperial citizens above all else. You will have no deals with us, and if you think that the Empire has no influence in the Galactic Alliance your sadly mistaken. You’re throwing it all away, right now.” “Lies,” Demil answered with a wavering voice. His expression hardened as he returned Reija’s stare, “I will not help the Empire. This is bigger than us, even if I cannot make you see reason. If that means losing the contracts with the Empire, then so be it.” The iris of his mechanical eye slid shut as he turned and stalked away in troubled thought, his metallic hand buzzing and spinning like a nervous twitch. “You’ve dug your own grave, Muun.” Reija glanced toward his stormtrooper escort trying to figure out his next move. All the while the bridge droids looked on silently, including the seated helmsman. Corr stood quiet and still as did the trooper to his side. Reija trusted Lieutenant Corr completely and knew he would follow any order, even one meaning his death. Corr’s family lineage could be traced back all the way to the Clone Wars, serving the Empire even before it existed. He was a loyal soldier and good friend to Sauld, a man whose life the former admiral didn’t want to throw away if he could at all avoid it. Sauld was realizing he’d probably gotten a little too close to his security detail in recent years and had to be careful to not allow it to cloud his judgment, no matter how decisions would make him feel. Making his way back across the Impaler’s bridge, Sauld came to a halt next to his escort and paused in thought. He knew that wresting control of the cruiser from the droids was not possible, and was feeling more and more helpless with each passing moment. The Muun had angered him, but lashing out physically would accomplish nothing, no matter how good it would briefly feel. There had to be a non-physical solution to the dilemma. The droid helmsman’s head unexpectedly turned toward Reija, catching the former Admiral’s attention. Its head then swung back sharply towards Demil. The subtle movement had caught Sauld’s curiosity, just as the droid had a few minutes earlier. Again the droid, the cruiser itself, appeared to be in thought. If I could just get inside that tin plated skull of yours, droid, he mused to himself, tapping his chin with a fore finger. This is still the IG series, no matter how many additions the Muun has made. These droids have always been full of surprises…. Sauld decided one last attempt at diplomacy was in order, maybe directed at an audience other than Mals Demil. “Return to the Mygeeto System and anything is possible. We’ll build you more droids than you could possibly imagine if you help us,” Reija said quietly, hopefully as much for the benefit of the droid cruiser as for Demil. “Isn’t that what you want? Just think, an unstoppable army of droids at your command, to do whatever you desire? The only way to ever make this a possibility is to help us now. I can make this happen, you know I can. The first step toward your incredible future is right now.” “What are you going on about, Imperial?” Demil started back toward Reija with a heavy scowl dominating his face. “My decision is made. Don’t make me have you and your little guards removed from my bridge. No more talk; this is not your warship. I make the decisions here, and my decision stands.” “I understand,” Reija gave the Muun a thin smile. “It’s difficult to be a hero when you’ve spent your whole life as a coward. It’s like trying to stop a sun from setting, or halting the waves of an ocean from cresting and then receding against the beach. Run and hide while your people on Mygeeto die; it’s what your kind excels at. The unfortunate part is that it’s your creation, your droids, which will suffer the most from your cowardice. Their chance at something great is gone thanks to you." Sauld allowed his words to linger in the air for a moment and then added, "Well done.” “Remove these men from my bridge!” Demil’s lone eye bulged as he thrust his mechanical, claw like fingers toward the bridge’s exit. “Take them now! Shoot them out an airlock or something, I don’t care. I don’t want them in my sight any longer!” Yet with the command the droids did not move, in fact barely reacted at all, causing Mals Demil to look around wildly. “I said take these man from my bridge! That means now!” “It seems your droids are thinking things over for themselves, Administrator,” Sauld said, unclipping the safety strap from the holster on his hip. “How can that be though? Is it maybe that the great Mals Demil isn’t quite the genius he lets on to be, I wonder?” “It can’t!” Demil answered uncertainly trying desperately to access the cruiser’s central core from his own interface system, only to find himself locked out. Even with every password, every safeguard in his possession the Muun seemed to be able to find no path past the firewall which suddenly appeared between him and the cruiser. “I…... I don’t know what’s wrong, this isn’t possible. Droids don’t do this; there must be some malfunction in the system. Computer, vocal override, Malsrx5t78hj, acknowledge?” In a flash Sauld pulled his sidearm and pressed it up against Mals forehead, pleased, even comforted, to see the sudden fear and shock in the Muun’s eyes. The two stormtroopers spun around and hoisted their weapons as well, only to find the bridge droids doing the same. In the blink of an eye a standoff had begun. The tension was thick for a few long moments, but no one flinched and the only sound breaking the silence was the odd whimper from Mals Demil. He desperately tried to hold himself together, but was really failing at it on a grand scale. “DO NOT DISCHARGE YOUR WEAPONS OR YOU WILL BE DESTROYED,” the droid helmsman broke the silence with its booming mechanical voice, not turning its head at all to view the situation what so ever. Sauld flinched slightly and forced himself to holster his weapon, signaling for his troopers to lower their rifles. He’d felt like he’d just played his last pazaak card and had gone bust. Well, thats it for Chapter 11. Stay tuned for the battle of Mygeeto coming soon to a fanfic board near you! Thanks again for reading! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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imperial_Warlord5 Registered: Dec '05	Date Posted: 10/20 8:17am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	this is becoming more complicated
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 10/20 11:44am Subject: RE: In The Remnant - Date Edited: 10/20 11:44am (1 edits total) Edited By: Ceillean
	Rob posted: Ceillean: People dieing? Would I write that kind of story OK, yeah I might......... snorts Course you would. Everyone has a dark side. Sauld is friggin cool. Nice little droids...don't kill the cool man! Wonderful update and great writing, as usual! -----signature----- "The Queen of Kyp has delivered again " -- Robimus I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character.
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 10/22 9:34am Subject: RE: In The Remnant
	Another superb post! You're creating a truly complex and entertaining tale! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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