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Sinrebirth Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/8/08 11:24am Subject: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Updated! Chapter 5.5 now up! - Date Edited: 12/9/08 12:14pm (5 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	Title: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible Author(s): Sinrebirth Timeframe: 40 ABY Characters: Valin, Tycho, Dician, Wedge, Niathal, Daala, Tahiri, Kam, Tionne Genre: Action Keywords: EU, LotF Summary: I consider Invincible to be too short, and as such, have decided to write the missing eleven chapters from the novel, sorting out the missing plots of Wedge, the One Sith, Daala and Niathal, including rationales from Tahiri and Caedus. Notes: At most eleven chapters long This is, in short, an attempt to fill in the gaps I believe were missing from Revelation. While no doubt later novels will do this for us, for now I would like to see the story filled. These characters all belong to LFL and so forth, as does the novel Invincible - I'm just hoping to add something to the story. Thus, the expanded Dramatis Personae: Dramatis Personae Booster Terrik; Captain of the Errant Venture (male human) Cha Niathal; Admiral, Chief of State of the Galactic Alliance-in-exile (female Mon Calamari) Denjax Teppler; Co-Five Worlds Prime Minister (male human) Dician; Sith Lord (female human) Gavin Darklighter; Galactic Alliance Admiral (male human) Genna Delpin; Admiral, Co-Five Worlds Prime Minister (female human) Iella Antilles; Chief of Insiders Intelligence, Errant Venture (female human) Isolder; Hapan Prince (male human) Jagged Fel; pilot (male human) Kam Solusar; Jedi Master (male human Kyp Durron; Jedi Master (male human) Lando Calrissian; entrepreneur (male human) Luke Skywalker; Jedi Grandmaster (male human) Makin; Admiral, Galactic Alliance-in-exile (male Mon Calamari) Mirax Terrik; pilot (male human) Myri Antilles; Intelligence Officer, Errant Venture (female human) Natasi Daala; Admiral of the Maw Irregular Fleet (female human) Shas Vadde; President of Fondor (male human) Syal Antilles; Galactic Alliance Captain, Liaison to Jedi Coalition forces (female human) Tionne Solusar; Jedi Master (male human) Turr Phennir; Supreme Commander of Confederation Armed Forces (male human) Tycho Celchu; Galactic Alliance Colonel (male human) Valin Horn; Jedi Knight (male human) Wedge Antilles; pilot (male human) Wes Janson; pilot (male human) Winter Celchu; Intelligence Officer, Galactic Alliance-in-exile (female human) -----signature----- On reduced time until June Available mostly on Tuesdays Send the love PMs to Ulicus now - I'm engaged! The Missing Chapters of LotF: Invincible: Chapter 5.5 Up! http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28933751&brd=10477&start=29297240
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Sinrebirth Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/8/08 11:24am Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible - Date Edited: 11/27/08 11:04am (2 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	Chapter 1.5 In the dank of Korriban, hidden away in their cloister, deep within the Valley of the Dark Lords, they sat. The One Sith, debating their course of action, as much of the galaxy seemed to be doing so. Roche had fallen to the Imperial Remnant, and this was the lull before the storm. Sides had been shaped by the actions of Darth Caedus, but here, in the darkness, a different balancing act was taking place. A knot of Sith were meeting in the circular conference room, all hooded and cloaked. However, their circle was broken in one person, as one of the Sith held herself apart, leaning on the stone wall rather than standing with the rest. Dician knew that the white-eyed man guiding the discussion, the one nicknamed White Eyes by Alema Rar on her visit - her erratic thoughts had been as obvious as blood in water to the gathering - disapproved of her standing apart, but Dician had been marginalised by her success at Lumiya's asteroid habitat, and subsequent intrigues involving the Sith meditation sphere at Ziost. The dark-skinned female stroked her cheek, idly following the pale tattoo's upon her face, considering the system that the One Sith had concocted. Here she was, the Sith with the most prestige, and for it she had been isolated, the majority of the Sith viewing her warily, as if her prestige had grown too immense. And so, here she was, on the outside of the assembly, by their actions, but by taking a place outside them she was bleeding prestige. Eventually she would be forced to rejoin the assembly and engage their scorn and jealousy, but for now she would be the target of intrigue. Dician allowed her thoughts to rejoin the discussion when the minutiae dribbled away, as White Eyes took control of the gathering's direction. "The question we must answer is this: should we assist Darth Caedus in his actions?" One leapt up, his voice raised. "I say again, this was Lumiya's folly, and it should be allowed to go its natural course. Caedus is no Sith, and -" "Caedus is just as much a Sith as the rest of us. Your comments about Vectivus being a fraud did nothing to assist us in the last discussion." "Enough, you two," said another, "We have heard enough of your squabbling," and then she continued, her raspy voice commanding attention. "Caedus is acting as a lightning rod of attention, yes, but the Jedi have not been sufficiently weakened by the Galactic Civil War. We should support him until they take more casualties." "But we may put him in a position of more strength than us, if this continues. With the Remnant and Roche munitions factories, his position is nearly unassailable. We have made our efforts to make sure that the Confederation and Alliance will never come to terms peacefully." "I still say subverting the Third to destroy Commenor was a mistake," muttered one, under his breath. "It pushed all sides into waging a total war, one which would leave the galaxy so horrified and crippled that they embrace each other in exhaustion, and pave the way for peaceful times," snapped one, reminding those who had forgotten that it was their suggestion and their prestige was attached to it. "But what of the GA-in-exile," said another cutting in, "could it, combined with the Jedi Coalition and Confederation, depose Caedus? Fondor may be able to act as a bridge for all sides, with Niathal in charge, and Vadde on-side." Dician spoke up, cutting into the conversation with irritation. It had been several hours long, now, and she had little patience for such things. "It is because of Niathal that the three sides cannot ally against Caedus. She has made a fool of herself, and we know she postures as the true GA - the Confederation shall not 'rejoin' someone weaker than itself, and the Jedi will not abandon their non-aggression pact to be dictated to." "So Caedus is going to win?" The debate stopped at that, as if there was little else to say. Because, fundamentally, that was the question that had to be answered by this conclave. The Sith looked to White Eyes for an answer, but Dician spoke first, and they all looked to her instead, the circle breaking so all could see her. "This war shall not be decided militarily, it shall be decided in the Force. We all know this. It is against our natures to admit that for all our fleets and armies - for all our desires to gather tangible power," at this Dician squeezed her gloved fist, "the Sith will be defeated by the Jedi regardless of them. It has happened in the past. It will happen here, unless we support Caedus. The Jedi must be weakened until we may outnumber them eventually. They have not been weakened to that amount yet." White Eyes nodded. "That is true. Very well, Dician, I direct you to make use of our contacts to discover any threats to Caedus' power he may not detect. Identify the key lynchpins of his power, and it continuing. We shall kill any who interfere with those threats, for the duration." Dician pushed off the wall, and rejoined the circle, bowing deeply. "As you command, my lord." --- Uroro station, the spoked-wheel in the Maad system, had become the informal launch-point of the Jedi Coalitions missions. While the actual secret base was on the abandoned planet, deeper in-system, nobody could get to the planet unless they passed down the Throat, the relatively narrow band of space bracketed by gas giants, an ice field, and shattered moons. And so, when the Errant Venture decanted from hyperspace at the opposite end of the Throat to the station, the only response was for everyone on the station to check the response from the Jedi StealthX's on patrol, and continue. There was plenty of time for the Coalition to put together a counter to anything Caedus brought in-system. The crimson Star Destroyer, however, was no threat to anything larger than a corvette, especially since it had had its armaments removed at the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. A mobile smuggling kingdom commanded by the aged Booster Terrik, it had been assisting the Jedi in their operations against the Confederation and Darth Caedus since Wedge Antilles had been marked for death by both the GA and Confederation. Today, it was ferrying the Jedi and pilots who had flown in the defence of Fondor back to the Jedi base, the long and twisting route through the Hapan Transistory Mists too gruelling for a starfighter to take, especially a pilot exhausted by the brawl they'd just survived. Wedge Antilles was standing in the flag hanger of the ISD, staring at the starfighter he had flown during the Battle of Fondor. The StealthX, with two grappling arms attached, had served him well, for a distant mutant cousin of the other X-wing variants in the hangar, in varying states of disrepair. It hadn't taken Wedge long to convince Luke that he should take him along to snatch Jacen - Caedus - if the chance came up. Luke had commented on shielding him with the Force, and practising some technique to make Wedge feel like someone else in the Force, but that hadn't mattered to Wedge - he was there to end the war he had helped perpetuate. He'd picked Corellia's side in this war, easily half a year ago now, to minimise the casualties of an unnecessary war. He'd worked with the Horn's and Terrik's to find the mastermind, and take out Alema Rar and recapture Allana. He'd always been dealing with the symptoms of the war, and while the puppet master had never been discovered, he'd came to the conclusion that he had to stop Caedus himself. Not because he could - he was about as handy in a fist-fight as Corran was at levitating things - but because he had to do something about Caedus. And, he'd failed, and now the war was continuing. He'd never quite understood the pressure Luke was under to stop this madman, especially considering there were so few people who could seemingly equal Jacen. The logical part of him - the part which had begged him not to interfere with the Force-battles - argued that it wasn't his fault, and the lives lost at Roche were not those to add to his list of responsibility. But the emotional part, the messy part which felt the guilt, was ruling over him, and the weight was crushing. Iella Antilles' arms snaked around his waist, and she held him from behind, surprising him. She kissed his cheek, and he grinned at her, despite himself. "I hate it when you do that." Iella pretended to be offended, smiling. "When I use my training with stealth and silence to surprise you with a kiss?" "More or less," said Wedge, turning about to embrace her. They held each other for a moment, and then he said it. "Go on, say it." "It's not your fault." "I don't believe you." Iella sighed, pulling back, and looking into his eyes. She held her gaze with them for a moment, and then seemed to come to terms with something, and changed her tack. Wedge loved that she knew him so well, knew that he couldn't let this go. "I can tell you what is your fault right now, though." But she never failed to surprise him. "Oh?" "I've discovered Myri is financing Wes - droid-Ewok pilot scheme as a psychological warfare weapon against the Imperials." Iella managed to remain straight-faced, "And you haven't done anything to stop our daughter from turning into Lando." "Lando?" said Wedge, deliberately raising his voice to carry to one of the nearby X-wings. "Could be worse, Face has a gambling habit too, and he embraced the Ewok madness." "I heard that," grumbled Face, who poked his head from the cockpit of the fighter, "and I'll set Phanan on you, if you carry on." "I'm not scared of a Storni Glass Prowler, Face." "We'll see," grinned the actor-turned-pilot, and he vanished into his X-wing again. Iella raised an eyebrow. "You're going to regret that, Wedge. I hate that prowler of his." "I wouldn't be surprised if I do," said Wedge, leading her to the find Wes and Myri. But both Iella and he knew that it was all a facade, and he was still thinking about Fondor, and Darth Caedus. He'd do something about him, if it killed him. --- A fireball emerged from the side of the Tibanna platform, the gout rapidly turning into an inferno more intense than any which had touched Kashyyyk, but nowhere near as long-lived. The ember flame consumed the platform, the fighters dancing madly around it, and charred the underside of the elderly assault ship which was madly pulling back from the carnage, a lick of fire cutting out the cylindrical engines and sending the troopship down, leaking soldiers and supplies alike as the behemoth darted through the atmosphere of Bespin. From that defeat a mind retreated, already moving to the next battle. Darting between servers and through invisible networks, the mind swirled around the next platform, and took command with a speed quicker than any human one could, directing a flight of combat cloud cars and V-wing airspeeders to drive off another squadron of E-wings before they formed up on the precious platform. Elsewhere, a Galactic-class battle carrier was coming into a low orbit above Cloud City, engaging the innumerable turbolasers that held sway over the skies. E-wings and X-wings darted to engage the weapons as they exposed themselves, before a wave of anti-starfighter fire retaliated. In another combat zone, a massive shieldship was losing altitude, the mind redirecting a flight of shuttles filled with exhausted engineers towards the combat zone near the Galactic Alliance frigate, the remaining half a dozen A-wings directed to support. The mind was engaged in all these zones, its attention swimming from point to point, coordinating the defence of the planet against the Third Fleet as it pressed down on the hundreds of Tibanna platforms dotted around Cloud City. But still apart of the mind – the part which was still human – ruminated on the events surrounding this final, desperate stand. Lobot’s eyes blinked as he did so, his fingers still flying across consoles and dispatching small pieces of text to each individual force as he attempted to defend. He prepared to say something, his mind slowly grasping the concept, when someone interrupted. “Can’t you stop doing that for a moment?” The cyborg’s mind clicked over that, his face contorting as he replied, his mind exaggerating each twist of his lips and cheeks as it simulated speaking, rather than Lobot himself simply doing so. “I cannot afford to, at the moment. The Galactic Alliance Third Fleet is poised to secure almost all of the Tibanna platforms, and I won’t be able to defeat them without my full concentration.” “Yes, you said that a moment ago,” another replied gruffly. Lobot’s eyes forcibly detached themselves from the Bespin defence mainframe and concentrated on the Board, those chairmen whom ran Cloud City and the refining of Tibanna gas. Lobot was only the administrator, but his position made him the impromptu supreme commander of the Bespin Space Navy, had such a thing existed. “Which is why I can only repeat my recommendation; we must organise the evacuation of Cloud City. My defence has only convinced Lord Caedus that the only way to capture the Tibanna refineries is to destroy Cloud City and remove the heart of resistance.” Such terms were simply too vague for Lobot’s cyborg mind. But they summarised the situation since the Battle of Kuat. The board had voted to resist the Alliance’s directives as they cut too far into their profits, and had subsequently joined the Confederation, believing there would be greater profit there. “You wouldn’t even have the ability to resist without the money I poured into the defences,” snapped the gruff voiced board member, and Lobot blinked. Rather than respond, he allowed a detractor of that particular board member to do so, the only Ugnaught member of the board. “You weren’t the only one who was sick of being invaded by the Empire every few years, remember.” Lobot’s straying mind picked up on that information, recollecting the various invasions of Bespin; the Empire’s after the Battle of Hoth, the Rebellion’s after the Battle of Endor, Thrawn’s subsequent invasion, the recapture of the system by the Bespin Security forces, and the Empire Reborn’s attempt to secure Cloud City for it’s own plans – half a dozen major battles in a decade, leaving Cloud City almost entirely devoid of civilians, and a board determined to decide their own destiny henceforth. Since then, the planet had been defended by swarms of fighters and airspeeders, and Lobot had moved their stock of shieldships – left from the other motley vessels from Lando Calrissian’s old prototype fleet, the remnants of which had moved from Dubrillion during the Yuuzhan Vong War – around the Tibanna gas platforms, modifying them to be literal umbrella’s over the platforms, protecting them from Alliance efforts to disable or capture the valuable platforms. Lobot blinked again, and spoke. “We must organise the evacuation of Cloud City. My defence has only convinced -” “Yes, we heard you,” snapped the female member of the board, “And you’ll only hear our response again; absolutely not. If we abandon Cloud City we’ve lost Bespin. You have all the Tibanna gas of the Confederation available to you; do something with it and drive off the Alliance already.” The cyborg saw no point in repeating his earlier statements. The rest of the Confederation was similarly tested, with Alliance fleets pressing down on systems without pause. Rather than hold off, Lord Caedus had directed his forces – nearly equal in number and strength to the Confederations – to keep the enemy fleets busy at their homeworlds, grinding them down while he secured Roche, shuttling armaments to the numerous fronts – armaments that the Confederation couldn’t match in production. Lobot sighed, aloud, surprising himself and the board almost as much as each other. His human side rarely showed itself apart from when he dealt with the board and their demanding nature, but the more intractable they became the more Lobot seemed to become human. “Acknowledged. But this is my estimation; as long as Lord Caedus holds Roche, and can send those munitions to the front, we are unable to repulse the Third Fleet, and nowhere else in the Confederation will be able to assist us without leaving their own systems dramatically exposed.” “What are you saying,” snapped the surly chairman, Lobot estimating an eighty-seven percent chance that he was being sarcastic. “That the Alliance has won, and all this is pantomime?” Lobot paused, a pause as he searched his mental database for a more accurate word. A jolt in his mind was joined by a rumble in the city, the battle carrier unleashing a barrage of ion cannon fire which had the Board cowering momentarily. Lobot, unaccustomed to worrying about such things, remained upright, and answered; “Actually, I’d say that unless someone does something to stop him, henceforth Lord Caedus is invincible.” --- Valin Horn stood at the end of one of the spokes of Uroro station, looking into the Mists. His mind made shapes of the curls twisting before him, a game he'd not played since he was a child giggling at starships in the clouds. The only shape Valin could see, however, was the tumbling head of Thann Mithric, the Jedi Knight who had been killed by Darth Caedus during an attempt to capture the Sith Lord. It spun lazily, and then he blinked, losing the image in the sea before him. It didn't take him long to find it again, haunting his vision, and Valin closed his eyes, wishing he could stop seeing Thann's death. His thoughts were interrupted when he sensed Jedi approaching, instantly recognising it as his father and Kyp Durron. Corran Horn, dressed in his Jedi robes like Kyp but with a green theme, entered the hangar with a sense of purpose, and Valin knew his father - even with the fate of the galaxy on his shoulders - had still noticed his son's guilt. Calmly, Valin studied his irritation at that, turning it over slowly in his mind. Taking a breath, he narrowed his eyes, the Mists no longer foremost in his mind, the gaps between his fathers footsteps growing larger as time seemingly slowed. There was the emotion, sifting between memories. After a fashion, he wanted to be left alone to mourn the death of his friend. At his age, nearly thirty, he didn't have teenage angst anymore. His younger sister, Jysella, had dragged out her teenage phase well into her twenties, but they were both Jedi, and they both knew how to cope with death. Or so Valin had thought. He hadn't seen his sister since Master Skywalker's funeral, as she'd been deployed to Dathomir with Streen and Kirana Ti in-case that world was targeted by Caedus for retribution - especially considering there had once been a Jedi praxeum there and the worlds close relations with Hapes. His father took the lead, walking upto Valin when he didn't turn around. The two had been looking more similar as Valin grew older, the only difference being that Corran had a longer goatee than his sons and more age lines, and Valin's eyes were hazel rather than green. Valin shrugged, with feeling, when his father stood beside him, pushing away thoughts which were too analytical and cold to feel right. "How long have you been standing here, Valin?" Valin considered, using the Force to measure the length of time. He was surprised to recognise how long had passed. "Maybe an hour," he said, sheepishly. "And where is Seha?" "Seha?" "You've been training her," Kyp gently reminded him, standing to Valin's right. His hair was shorter now, and Valin knew there was a story behind why he had cut it after his girlfriend had insisted she liked it long, but he found his mind entirely blank about Seha, and concentrated on that rather than Kyp's love life. "Oh," said Valin, blinking as his mind remembered. He'd forgotten about the eighteen year old girl, a one-time traitor to the Jedi Order. He'd been assigned her as a possible Padawan, but - if his memory lapse suggested anything - he wasn't ready for such a thing. Jysella had taken on a young Sullustan as her apprentice, but Valin felt he didn't have the temperament to be an Obi-Wan or Yoda yet. "He doesn't know," answered Corran, using mild amusement to cover his concerns. "That's not good," said Kyp, deadpan. Corran nodded, "Not at all. I wonder what we should do with him? Shoot him? Cart him out of the Order?" Valin grinned at that, despite himself. "And when did you two figure out how to work together without being Gamorreans to each other?" "Don't change the topic," said Corran, admonishingly, but returning the smile. "We haven't made up our mind about you, yet. When we're done Kyp can throw me around with telekinesis if you like." "That's a little unfair, don't you think?" said Kyp, appearing doubtful. "You didn't take on an apprentice until you were, what, thirty two? And how is Raltharan?" Corran grabbed his heart, in mock pain. "That was below the belt, Kyp." "And why didn't you take on a Padawan when you were younger?" said Kyp, leadingly. Corran waved a hand in dismissal. "Well, firstly I wasn't a Jedi -" "Sounds like an excuse to me," Kyp scoffed. "- and then I didn't want someone's life to be my responsibility entirely," Corran's eyes fazed, as he remembered back. "I had never had to deal with that, not even as a pilot. But by this point you were born, Valin, and I decided that if I could bring up you, I could teach Raltharan." Valin shook his head, slowly. It was funny, but it didn't help him a great deal. "I don't get it." "Valin," said Kyp, "Your father's next apprentice, for a spell, was Tahiri Veila." "Ah," said Valin. It appeared this good-natured ribbing actually had a point - a fairly obvious one. He sobered, narrowing his eyes. "I see where this is going." "Really?" said Kyp, appearing more innocent than his father. Valin knew Kyp's sarcasm was legendary, but had never been at the butt of it. Valin pressed his lips together and continued. "Dad trained Tahiri for a while and now she's a Sith. He may have been responsible for her then, but he's not responsible for her choice to be a Sith now." "And?" said Kyp, looking back into the Mists. Valin sighed. "And that means I'm not responsible for Thann's choice to attack Caedus and get himself killed to save us." "Exactly," said Corran, his eyes closed. "All you can do is live up to that choice, and honour his sacrifice everyday for the rest of your life." Valin nodded, slowly. "I knew that, you realise." "Of course," said Corran. "But, son, sometimes it's accepting what you already know to be true that is the hardest act. I'm proud of you for understanding that." Valin turned away, and noticed that Kyp had vanished, leaving the two Horn's to have their moment. Then, finally, he sensed his mother aboard the Errant Venture, and smiled. "Mom's here." "Yes, she is," Corran embraced his son, turning to leave. "The war's not over yet, Valin, but there's time for you and her. I have to go, and meet with the Council." "You're going to figure out what to do about Jacen." "Yes." "I'm going to see this through the end, Dad." Corran grinned fiercely. "You inherited both mine and your mothers tenacity. I had no doubt that you'd be there at the finish." "May the Force be with you, Dad." "And you, son." Corran left, Valin looking into the Mists as the crimson Star Destroyer came into view, shuttles carrying his family coming aboard. Uncle Wedge and Aunt Iella. Myri. Grandfather. Mom. The Force spoke, and Valin whispered, without realising or noticing. "We're all here for the finish." -----signature----- On reduced time until June Available mostly on Tuesdays Send the love PMs to Ulicus now - I'm engaged! The Missing Chapters of LotF: Invincible: Chapter 5.5 Up! http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28933751&brd=10477&start=29297240
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Ceillean Registered: Nov '01	Date Posted: 8/8/08 12:04pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Wonderful start. I especially liked Corran and Kyp having an almost civilized converstion there. Would you PM me when you update? -----signature----- "The Queen of Kyp has delivered again " -- Robimus I'm having trouble dealing with the fact that Kyp Durron is a fictional character. http://ceillean.blogspot.com/ http://www.myspace.com/ceillean
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DarkLord_Caedus Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 8/8/08 5:48pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Very Nice. I would like a PM update too. Please? -----signature----- Total Books Read: 51 Current Book: I, Jedi
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shahid_chestro Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 8/8/08 8:39pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Good Story. PLease add me to your PM list. hpe we see the inner workings of Tahiri and Jacen's minds.
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Sinrebirth Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/13/08 1:04pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Thanks for the comments, guys, I'll be sure to PM you when updates come through. For a few specifics... Ceillean: I do think the Corran and Kyp subplot needed some work, so I included that, and Valin definitely needed some closure. shahid_chestro: There will definitely be an insert that add's to Tahiri's mind, and probably a few scene's for Jacen, though his mind is largely used by the main book. PM List Ceillean DarkLord_Caedus shahid_chestro -----signature----- On reduced time until June Available mostly on Tuesdays Send the love PMs to Ulicus now - I'm engaged! The Missing Chapters of LotF: Invincible: Chapter 5.5 Up! http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28933751&brd=10477&start=29297240
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THE_PIED_PIPER Title: Chapter Rep Knoxville, TN Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 8/13/08 1:22pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	I thought I replied to this the other day my dear British brother...I'm sorry. I like your fill-ins, Sinre. Corran's conversation with his son about fault and blame was well done and very believable. And I so hope to see more of Valin Horn as time goes on. You write both very well, good job! Kick -----signature----- Jagged Fel I Ganner Krieg Edward Cullen prefers brunettes.
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Jag4Me Title: C&G and FFC Game Hostess Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 8/13/08 2:20pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Awesome additions to the story! I was really caught up in your conversation between Kyp, Corran, and Valin. That was a wide open gap in the story so I am excited to see where you take those guys. I would love a PM when you update. Thanks! -----signature----- The Other Innocent Diva Twin. Master to Qui-Gon_Reborn "Jag- Wicked Temptress of Mandalorians" - adaml83 "Well if anyone could get a Sith in a kilt, I'd place my money on Jag." - Cam
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BunnyFlying Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 8/13/08 3:40pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Very nice chapter! I can't wait for the others and would like to be added to your PM list please... your character list looks very promising.
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Solo_and_Fel Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 8/13/08 3:58pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Very well-written and thought out. Nice job! -----signature----- "Hurling black lightning is one thing, but quoting Kyp Durron puts me lower than I ever expected to get." To Suffer & Be Strong: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28435487&brd=10477 Check profile for more fics.
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 8/13/08 10:27pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Really good stuff! You've captured some of the LOTF stuff I felt Invincible was lacking in its rush to conclude. Great Work Sinre -----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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Sinrebirth Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/16/08 4:57pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up!
	Thanks for all the nice comments, guys. Chapter 2.5 will be up shortly. I would suggest you reread the chapters around these to keep up, otherwise these may seem a little out of place, sometimes. THE_PIED_PIPER: I'm just glad you remembered to come back! I am glad you enjoyed Corran. I had to work hard at him, considering Sey would have killed me if I mischaracterised him! And we'll be having a lot more Valin, I promise you. Jag4Me: I'm glad you enjoyed Kyp and Corran. Kyp was originally Kyle, but the lines didn't work but they fit Kyp a lot better and I had more character interaction to work with, so I was pleased the change worked so well. Kyp is underused, and Kyle has been overused in this series, anyway, I think. BunnyFlying: Some of the characters may end up getting more screen time than the others, but there are only so many chapters to fill. I don't intend to interrupt the natural flow of Invincible - some of the chapters flow seamlessly, and others don't, so I can use those gaps. Solo_and_Fel: Thanks! Robimus: Robimus! I didn't realise you read fanfic! I'm glad someone from Lit enjoys this, as I'm hoping to lure more Litzens here. I was so annoyed by the mess with Wedge, Niathal, Daala and the One Sith that I simply had to fix it. Hopefully, when read with Invincible, it'll all slot together better! PM List Ceillean DarkLord_Caedus shahid_chestro Jag4Me BunnyFlying -----signature----- On reduced time until June Available mostly on Tuesdays Send the love PMs to Ulicus now - I'm engaged! The Missing Chapters of LotF: Invincible: Chapter 5.5 Up! http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28933751&brd=10477&start=29297240
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Sinrebirth Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/17/08 1:09pm Subject: RE: The Missing Chapters of Legacy of the Force: Invincible; Chapter 1.5, up! - Date Edited: 11/27/08 11:05am (2 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	Chapter 2.5 Admiral Cha Niathal’s fist came down on the planning room table, causing the hologram hovering above it to flicker for a moment. The Mon Calamari growled deep in her throat, but managed not to snap at the young woman before her. “So the answer is no.” “The Jedi have come to the conclusion that they would be unable to bring the conflict to a resolution with yourself as Supreme Commander of their forces, and ending their non-aggression pact with the Confederation would be detrimental to that goal,” repeated Syal Antilles, looking like she was expecting a demotion on the spot. There was a drumming in the background, and Niathal knew, from the pilot’s file, that she was bouncing her foot on the floor nervously, but Niathal only grew angrier at that. Not only had the Jedi refused to disclose the location of their base to Niathal, but they’d made sure that the signal had gone through so many HoloNet beacons that nobody could trace it. Niathal couldn’t even force the Jedi to help her, as desperately as she needed them. Niathal was about to demand that she be put on to Skywalker, when she was interrupted. “Understood, Captain Antilles,” responded Admiral Daala, her scarred face and eye-patch a stark contrast to her still-crimson hair, her exposed eye only describable as striking, even by Niathal. “Please standby.” Not even bothering to mute the channel, Daala turned back to the rest, looking expectantly. Everyone knew her history with Jedi, and Niathal, who had never been particularly positively inclined to them in the first place, was beginning to see the usefulness in ridding herself of the mystics. But when Skywalker spoke for the Wookies and Hapans, she had little choice but to reach out to their impromptu Coalition. Leaning back on the rail, Niathal wondered when the last time she had immersed herself in water was. A week? She couldn’t remember when she’d slept last, either. Before she’d left Coruscant? If anything, that was adding to her irritation, but she could hardly afford to take a rest when Jacen was growing stronger every day. “So now what?” said Fondorian President Vadde, folding his arms. “Of the forces we have left, combined, we’re what, two fleets?” Admiral Makin nodded, gravely. “About that, yes. Still a substantial force.” “But with little to no support from a supply structure. We’re literally running on the weapons and crews we have on these ships, and patching up the fleet with what Fondor has in its docks.” Vadde looked at Daala, who nodded, shrugging, as if giving him permission to criticise her. “And then on top of that the Maw Irregular Fleet is bleeding ships. Not everyone wants to risk their lives to meet a few debts and answer some favours.” “So we’re practically irrelevant, and in a few days the ‘practically’ part will be removed,” concluded Vadde, looking at Syal, who uncomfortably sat in on the conversation. He was clearly attempting to unsubtly influence whatever Jedi was probably monitoring this transmission. “Not irrelevant,” said Niathal, shortly. She raised her voice to project it to Captain Nevil, who signalled to the communications officer of the Ocean. “See if you can get hold of Colonel Celchu, he’ll be able to inform us where Jacen is heading next.” Syal spoke up, her eyebrows rising and alarm evident in her thin voice. “Tycho didn’t defect with you at Fondor?” The drumming of her leg grew even louder. “Oh, he defected,” said Niathal, coldly, “but he elected to stay with the Fourth Fleet and play spy, against direct orders.” Daala spoke carefully, as if she was playing with fire, and Niathal’s temper reached boiling point. “I don’t advise contacting Celchu again, so soon, Cha. You’re going to expose him, and Solo will gladly snap his neck. We can’t afford to do that, considering he’s our only asset in the Fourth, and now the Fifth has lost half its strength Solo seems to have attached himself to that fleet instead. If we’re going to end this war we have to take out Solo and the Moffs.” “The Moffs can wait,” said Makin stiffly, clearly just as unhappy that they had been forced into an alliance with Daala, even with her new weaponry. “Solo is more important – the GA will collapse if he’s out of the picture, and then we can focus on the Confederation.” Daala strode upto Makin and hissed, anger radiating from the woman as she stared into Makin’s eyes. “The Moffs killed Gilad and Liegeus, and I’m not stopping until I have their corpses on my deck with the rest.” “If you hadn’t noticed,” cut in Vadde, “I have half a billion Fondorians on the edge of an epidemic, thanks to that Commenori affliceria weapon Solo left behind.” He quickly raised his hand, forestalling a protest from Makin or Niathal of innocence, a repeat of the last four protestations that they were unaware of Caedus having the weapon, and Vadde continued. “Admiral Daala may have convinced the Deep Core worlds to send aid, but it’s not enough. We need to talk to the Confederation.” “And convince them to rejoin the Alliance to defeat Solo,” finished Niathal. Vadde turned to the communications officer. He was clearly rolling his eyes, and anyone on the bridge of the cruiser could see he wished he’d kept Fondor in the Confederation. “Close the channel with Captain Antilles, please, and get me the Five Worlds Prime Ministers.” He turned back the others, the wearied man speaking. “And maybe we’ll see if they will help us out of our grave.” --- Syal Antilles watched the screen flicker off, but her foot didn’t stop drumming. Instead of being worried about talking to three Admirals and a President, she was now terrified for Tycho, a man who she considered an uncle and tutor. If he stayed close to Solo, and tried to feed information to Niathal, he was going to get caught eventually. It was just a matter of probabilities, her gambler sister Myri would say. Syal looked at the person the Jedi had assigned to make sure she didn’t reveal the location of the Jedi base. Her father, Wedge Antilles, had pressed his lips flat, an expression that Syal had seen him use more and more since he’d became an exile of the GA and Confederation. Wes Janson, leaning on the doorjamb, was silent, his own characteristic grin missing. His eyes were on Wedge, and Syal became even more nervous in the silence. “Niathal is going to get Tycho killed,” Wedge eventually said, folding his arms. “She wasn’t like this before,” said Syal, weakly, as if that statement would justify her actions somehow. She was after all, working for Niathal – not that her bank account would notice the difference. Did she even have a bank account on Coruscant anymore? A future at all without her fiancé? Syal mentally shook her head, pushing aside the thoughts which haunted her everyday. Wes spoke, carefully. “Well, look at it this way. She was the Co-Chief of State of the entire GA, respected by at least half of the galaxy. Now, she’s working with Daala and Vadde, with barely enough ships to threaten anyone, and with incredibly limited resources. She no longer has a home, and the Jedi have just snubbed her. She’s irrelevant. It’s a massive blow to her psyche.” “You really believe she’s going to get Tycho killed, Dad?” Wedge closed his eyes, and took at seat beside his daughter, gesturing at the screen. “You just saw that. Daala, renowned for losing her temper, insane strategies and responsible for attempting genocide of Mon Calamari and Quarren, had to calm down Niathal.” “Daala did that before I was born, though, didn’t she? And Master Durron did some pretty terrible things when he was younger, too, like Tycho and Pellaeon – during the Empire.” Syal found herself justifying Daala, although she’d never met the woman. Wes shrugged. “A vornskr is a vornskr. It never changes its nature.” Wedge carried on, doggedly, now staring at the blank screen. “Niathal’s not thinking straight anymore. She’s almost as bad as Solo, now. Makins supports her completely, and Vadde and Daala aren’t in a position to get rid of her.” “So what are we going to do about Uncle Tycho?” said Syal. Her father’s eyes phased out, which he only did when he was consulting that internal list of his. The list of pilots and peoples he’d lost in four decades of fighting. Pilots of Rogue Squadron, friends from the Rebellion, and the men and women who had served on the Mon Mothma he had lost. The tally had gone far into the hundreds, and Syal was at the same time proud of her father’s indecision but terrified that he, too, was going to get himself killed. She’d spoken to her mother about Fondor, and knew how she would feel about it. “I don’t know. But something, no doubt, Syal,” Wedge’s expression grew only more severe. “All I know is that Tycho isn’t playing spy. He’s playing the tragic hero, and he’s going to die for us, and I can’t let that happen.” Wes sighed. “I’ll go and recruit the Ewoks, then.” --- “I’ll go and recruit the Ewoks, then,” snapped Niathal, spitting fury once again at a hologram. The Admiral turned away, throwing her hands up in the air, which was only slightly better than swearing. “Thanks for nothing, Teppler.” Corellian Minister of Information Denjax Teppler looked at the others apologetically. He and Admiral Genna Delpin had been sharing the post of Five Worlds Prime Minister since the destruction of Centerpoint station, but he had generally become the Confederation Supreme Commander’s secretary, when word spread that he could speak Turr Phennir’s ‘language’. But that didn’t mean he was going to lobby the man for the enemy. “Look,” said Teppler, trying to be reasonable and firm at the same time, “the Confederation currently has considerably more firepower and strength than you, even though you’ve convinced Fondor to rejoin.” Admiral Delpin couldn’t help tsking at Vadde, who glared at the Corellian. “Sure, you’re almost as powerful as Solo alone, but you and I both know that with the Remnant supporting him he heavily outnumbers and outguns you. Sith, he outgunned you the moment Fondor rejoined the GA,” said Vadde, coldly. “The Remnant took most of the GA casualties when Niathal left, remember. But with the Roche munitions plant, he’s practically invincible.” “Then you should join us, don’t you think?” Daala didn’t say anything. Niathal had decided that she was regretting her alliance with her, too, but the Confederation wasn’t a viable political choice, and the Jedi wouldn’t work with her anytime soon, it looked. If Daala and Vadde could work with Niathal, why couldn’t the Confederation and Jedi? Were the differences between them too large to ever see the Galactic Civil War ended? Niathal looked back at Teppler. “Whatever. We’ll figure out where Solo is ourselves, and we’ll kill him. Then the GA and Remnant will crush you anyway. It’s only a matter of time, and we all know it.” Vadde fell silent at that, while Makin stepped up behind to support her with his physical presence. Teppler managed not to appear too offended, but Delpin’s expression narrowed, and Niathal was reminded of a younger Admiral Daala. Niathal allowed herself to look as severe as she could, the staring match continuing for several more minutes until Teppler coughed. “We’ll see you on the battlefield, then, Admiral.” “That we shall,” Niathal gestured to Captain Nevil to cut off the channel, his own face-tentacles writhing at the affront perhaps a little too much to be genuine. Niathal resolved to speak to him, but had one last thing to say to Teppler before she engaged with her paranoia. “If Solo doesn’t kill us all first.” --- Ex-Admiral Teren Rogriss had been preparing for this very day for nearly thirty years. It had came several times before, under Supreme Commander Pellaeon, under Warmaster Tsavong Lah, and now under one Darth Caedus – the Dark Lord of the Sith, and he was well prepared. Today, of course, was the day someone tried to invade Adumar and capture it’s numerous munitions factories. However, this day had stretched on for months, and didn’t seem likely to end. His chin sporting growth which would have seen him carted from the Imperial Navy, Defence Minister Rogriss was woken by the alarm of incoming forces, his eyes barely lidded in sleep. He glanced at his chrono, and saw he’d been asleep for barely four hours, having just battered off the latest attack. He went to put on his ministerial uniform – a military cut rather than the robes he would have been expected to wear in a government position