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LightSide_Apprentice Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 11/27/03 4:52pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	Senator_Elegos_A-Kla In space, near Yag'Dhul By the time the Distant Rover arrived to strike against the hostile Corvettes, most of the spaceport had been sent into complete ruin. The Marauder and Corellian Corvettes had detected the newly arrived Carrack and turned to engage it. They seemed to have little chance of escape, which was why they fought with their lives. They brought all their weapons to bear and opened fire on the Distant Rover. The Marauder Corvette also launched a squadron of ten Authority IRDs. While it was true that both of the Corvette's shields had been weakened, they were certainly not yet near their defeat. The fight had only just begun. All ten IRDs headed straight towards the Carrack Cruiser, firing their lasers toward its bridge. -----signature----- Can we not, for just one moment, appreciate the simplicity, and timelessness, of two souls in love?
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/27/03 6:57pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	IC as Captain Mylenko. He called in his charge as the sworl of hyperspace sat around them, hiding from prying eyes the galaxy that somewhere - somehow - existed around them. Turning to the helm he gestured for the officer to watch over proceedings, whilst Captain Mylenko turned to Agent Thredo with a brusque nod. "Agent Thredo. We are near the end of our journey, and I wished to speak with you before we part our ways." Narrowing his eyes, he sized up the haughty customer he had before him. That Mylenko, one of Dugal's most trusted aides had not heard of this man was no great suprise, but his manner spoke of something as great as perhaps Project Holdfast at work. Gesturing out the viewport, he spoke quickly. "When we exit hyperspace, you'll be in the most secret, powerful, and well defended patch of space in the Empire. Few people outside this system know it exists, even fewer know of it's whereabouts. My technicians have deleted any traces from your personal ship and accompaniments that may be used to pinpoint it's location again, should the Assistant Director not trust you with it. Not even the Emperor knows of this system, for in it are treasures beyond reckoning, that secure our Empire's grand future." Turning back to Thredo, he bowed his head to look at the man. "You're manner with the General was dismissive, and perhaps the Assistant Director will forgive you should he deem your conduct appropriate for your mission. This will be up to him. But I warn you, to have a care when in this space. Men here are trained to kill first and ask questions later. If the information you carry is that important, do not risk it with glib words and arrogant ultimatums." Behind him, the space reverted to normal, and a planet ringed with a mechanical space dock and a myriad other floating spacestations, asteroid housings, capital ships and a huge shadow orbiting just beyond recoginition, behind the planet could be seen. Floating up near them was a small Golan II station, blinking with lights to show itself active. "Welcome to Byss, Agent Thredo. The Assistant Director awaits you on that space station. Take care and good luck." TAG: jhc36. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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PadawanofQui-Gon Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 11/27/03 7:08pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	ooc: Tell Thok I am ready to begin my training -----signature----- Proud member of ISPLN and TFU0.2 A certain Jedi Master is my specialty and I am eternally his. My fanfiction is in my bio
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jhc36 Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 11/27/03 9:18pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	OOC- I'm assuming a few things here, Protege-of-Thrawn, such as docking on the platform and walking to your character's location. I hope to speed up the process of meeting with him, so I hope that's ok. Just tell me if something doesn't fit in and I'll try change it so that it does. Byss IC- Mevnin Thredo Mevnin smiled at the Captain; within the moments he had spent with him, he had grown to respect him, and the words he conveyed to Mevnin now served only to further that respect. His message was brief, and to the point- something that Mevnin had come to expect from the man, and something he knew would be required in this conference with the Assistant Director. After saluting the Captain, Thredo boarded his vessel once again, releasing itself from Captain Mylenko's ship and entering the planet he had called "Byss"'s orbit, heading towards the Golan II Defense Platform that had been designated to him. Apparently his docking procedures had already been assigned to him and entered into his ship- probably by the same technicians that had erased the information and coordinates about Byss and the secrets it held. Mevnin moved his ship towards the opening provided to him, entering the space station and landing his craft in the docking bay he had been allotted. He stepped out of the ship, an aura of dignity following him, as he secured his standard sidearm to his belt and straightened out his Imperial uniform, making sure there were no creases. He also fastened to his belt the slave circuit to his ship, wanting a degree of control over his belongings no matter how safe everything there was supposed to be. Tapping his chest, he exited the bay and proceeded to continue down a walkway towards the center of the platform, where he assumed the Assistant Director would be located, following it along before he reached the entrance of an office-type facility, but with a militaristic edge that was a bit unorthodox even for the military-obsessed Empire. When asked by the guards for identification, he quickly flashed his Intelligence badge, handed them an I.D. card, and signaled to his insignia, at which point he was permitted entry. Checking his firearm at the inside gate while he passed through security sensors, he picked it back up and fastened it to his side while he walked over to what passed as a "front desk." "Excuse me," he said, "but I am Agent Mevnin Thredo of Imperial Intelligence. I should have scheduled a meeting with the Assistant Director. Could you please direct me as to where I am supposed to go to meet with him?" Mevnin tried to sound polite, despite the urgency of the situation. He wanted to follow Mylenko's advice and so and not try to use ultimatums, though the former part he was okay on, for by nature Mevnin didn't use glib words. He rapped his chest again in what passed for anxiety, and awaited a response from the being behind the desk. -----signature----- Al' Yammka Supreme Overlord,Yuuzhan'tar the Yuuzhan Vong Homeworld Long Live the Yuuzhan Vong Nom Anor Will be Back!!! Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Thok Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 11/28/03 6:42am Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	oh great, i dissapear for a few days, and i get a stack of replys to get to that is taller than jello's ego. ::sigh:: Time for me to get to work. Grand Admiral Randal Duflin Bastion Stepping into the High Command Chambers, Duflin seemed eager to get this meeting started. For some reason, he felt that there was something radically special about to happen here with this meeting. Looking around, he noticed that the room was completely void of any of the other HC members. Taking a seat at his normal chair, the Supreme Commander waited for the mysterious Ysanne to enter the room. Tag: LSA -----signature----- Thok™ Not a bunch of dirty Americans and STILL proud of it! VicFF! "Bring me my red shirt so that my men won't see me bleed." "Sir, i count now 5 enemy ships" "Then bring me my brown pants as well!"
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GrandAdmiralJello Title: Emperor • EUC • JCC Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 11/28/03 1:00pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	Do be sure to check the tag I gave you in my IBOP update. It's rather important. -----signature----- SPQR Vates Jυλιαδις Moribus antiquis res stat Romana virisque - Ennius Tu regere imperio populos, Romanæ, memento; hæ tibi erunt artes; pascisque imponere morem, parcere subjectis et debellare superbos - Virgil
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Yomin_Carr Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 11/28/03 8:02pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting... I just got DSL and have been having some trouble retaining cookies so as to log on. I switched back to my dial up for the moment, so I should be OK until my subscription runs out by which time I hope to have my DSL fixed. Imperial Center "Tyrael, you have permission to leave for Bilbringi. We'll meet there then procede outward individually." Yomin turned from the bridge of his command ship to survey his new force. Two strike cruisers, the Enduring Flame and Icy Wind, along with the Lancer Frigate Razorwasp and the Escort Carrier Dantooine Storm. Less powerful at first glance than his original force, but much easier for quick transit from system to system than would be a larger fleet. Commodore Carr stayed at the bridge until the hyperdrive melted the stars together into blank white.
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Jedi_Master_Damir Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 6:09am Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	IC as Sheen "Sir, we have err... contact" A nervous looking captain spoke. Sheen turned off a holograph of a small spinning Duro and gave the captain a confused look. "Contact?" "Yes sir, from a personal transport freighter departed from New Plympto," he paused, "It seems to be Imperially encrpited sir." They still had a few good minutes before their exit point from hyperspace, and as far as he knew, there wasn't a very strong Imperial presence in New Plympto. "Do you believe it to be secure?" "It would appear so, sir" the captain replied. Sheen thought for a moment. "Open the channel." Moments later, the line was activated and with a firm and confident tone, the Admiral spoke, "This is Admiral Sheen Ollet from his Majesties' Imperial Navy; state your business." Very soon thereafter, a rather imposing set of ships exited from hyperspace at the edge of the Duro system. Sheen's fleet. This, modestly, consisted of: Super-class Star Destroyer, Iron Fist Imperial I-class Star Destoryer, Relentless Imperial I[i]-class Star Destoryer, [i]Conqueror Strike Cruiser Lancer Frigate The rest of Sheen's fleet was protecting newly aquire Imperial terrortories around the galaxy. New borns needed all the protection they could get. Upon his arrival, he waited for the transport freighter's response. TAG: Mr. Kenobi, appropriate GMs -----signature----- There are no ordinary moments.
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KenKenobi Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 10:13am Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	OOC: Jedi_Master_Damir: My last post with my character Das, in which he attempts to establish communication with your character Sheen, is to be disregarded. It was pointed out that my character does not yet know of the attack on Duro, and so he could not have traveled there yet to send that encrypted message to you. Proceed as you were. Ken Kenobi- And you have a nice day -----signature----- Though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 11/29/03 1:16pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	I'm kinda back, but not really (library). So much to catch up on and so little time to do anything right now. Its gonna be a while longer before I'm fully settled in my new house. I dont even have my computer set up yet. So until then, I'd like LightSide_Apprentice or Thok to continue the starfighter training of cavalier_one and JansonYellowAces. cavalier_one is in an escort-defense sim against a Neb-B, Y-wings, and Z-95s. He is to defend the three remaining freighters to hyperspace. JansonYellowAces is in a free-for-all dogfight. Scanning select cargo pods brings in waves of the following starfighters: Y-wings, Z-95s, X-wings, and A-wings. I'm replacing the capital ship cargo pod to a starfighter randomizer. Those fighting in the Balmorra Simulation can finish up as they please and when I can I'll give you your rank and hand you off to another GM until I can GM you again. LSA or another GE GM can take them on missions until then. -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Protege-of-Thrawn Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 11/29/03 3:21pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	OOC: Worry not jhc36, it was my intention to allow you to speed it along that way. Between two posters who haven't RPed against each other before it is sometimes good to check with them first, but usually thus speeding up is fine. IC aboard Golan II station, in Byss orbit. Two Intelligence Agents - for they wore no other insignia of note - strode to either side of Thredo and directed him through a maze of corridors, all seemingly the same. Coming to a halt in front of a rather unassuming non-descript office door, one opened the door whilst the other ushered Melvin inward, both however remaining behind. The room was a lot bigger than the door seemed to fortell. The auditorium stretched out in dim lighting, ambient glows scattered around the walls so as to light the room without harsh loci of brightness to distract from contemplation or discussion. A women wearing a matte black uniform with the Imperial Sigil rendered all in red stood by a viewport, her back turned to the guest. Sitting in a chair turning from the viewport to look over the newcomer was a man similarly attired, only his rank indicated a level of authority that contrasted sharply with his relatively young age. His grin seemed to blossom not out of benevolence but a hungry malice, his personality focusing in on the individual before him, a finger raised slowly to beckon the Agent before him. "Agent Thredo." The business like voice lilted, the tone positively Imperial. "I am so glad you could join us. My aplogies for the delay in getting you here, but in time you will find they were neccessary. I believe you have something to report?" TAG: jhc36. -----signature----- "I don't mind a couple of spam threads around here" - Cahill the Tyrant [HawkNC] This Sig is written and approved by Arun Allsten http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109821/
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Thok Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 3:32pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP) - Date Edited: 11/29/03 3:35pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Thok
	oh god....i have been super slacking. I owe this update. Its long overdue. JansonYellowAces,Attack_of_da_gnomes Training Facility - Simulation Taking out one of the engines, the small capital ship's hyperdrive core began to fluxuate and begin to slowly loose its structural integrity. Comming around for a second pass, the Tie fighters launched another volley into the now crippled ship. Without warning, the ship's aft section burst into flames and shrapenel. Abruptly after the explosion of the ship, the simulators shut off, and became blank. A voice came over the com system again, this time in a more cheery tone. "Alright cadets, your presence is requested in the captains office. Congratulations, you're finished with your training." JansonYellowAces, you explination of the effects of a concussion missle strike on a Corellian Corvette's engines was quite amuzing, but out of line. What ever the GM decides for damage done on a ship is the final decision, and is non-negotiable. Please refrain from trying to argue with the GM's, it makes them angry. But, since i forgot to update for very long, you win. -----signature----- Thok™ Not a bunch of dirty Americans and STILL proud of it! VicFF! "Bring me my red shirt so that my men won't see me bleed." "Sir, i count now 5 enemy ships" "Then bring me my brown pants as well!"
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JansonYellowAces Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 5:49pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP) - Date Edited: 11/29/03 5:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: JansonYellowAces
	IC: Raith Varn Galactic Empire Naval Training Center Raith Varn stepped out of his simulator, and walked over to one of his fellow cadets. “Congratulations on passing the final simulation Cadet Starr, thanks for the help in there. There will be time to celebrate later, the captain wishes to see us.” After a short walk Raith Varn found himself in the captain’s office standing closely at attention. TAG: Thok, Attack of Da Gnomes (I think) OOC: I understand how there was confusion after that last post Thok, it was difficult for me to explain what Raith Varn was attempting to accomplish with an IC post. Just to explain things a little more clearly for you Thok. Because of the damage to the shields, and the breach in the rear the Corvette is an easy target. The core is located near the rear of the ship, and the explosion from the proton torpedoes will be sufficient to destroy the core. What I meant here was that Raith Varn, was attempting to shoot his Concussion (I mistakenly thought we were carrying Proton Torpedoes) Missiles through the breach, and into the core; not that the ship should have exploded after the first shot, but possibly could have with the second shot if he threaded the missiles through the breach. Sorry for the confusion, that was an atrocious discription, I'll try to be clearer next time. -----signature----- "WOO! Feel The Force Ladies!" - Quinlan Vos - Star Wars: Republic #41. Serpentor is my god, and Cobra Commander is his prophet. Wayne Gretzky, I wonder what he looks like naked?
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DarthXan318 Title: RPF Moderatrix Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 5:55pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	IC: Nathan Tyrael Aboard VSD II Enforcer "Yes, sir," he replied through the comm. He glanced out the viewport once more at the Nebulon-B frigate near the Enforcer. "Jump to hyperspace on my mark," he called out, making sure to relay the order to the Corusca Fire as well. Less than a minute later, the two ships were in hyperspace, and streaking towards Bilbringi. TAG: LSA, Yomin -----signature----- Amateurs are amateurs because they do not love the game enough. One of Hammer's Angels Off playing Dragon Age. Back later.
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Jedi_Master_Damir Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 11/29/03 9:06pm Subject: RE: Galactic Empire (IBOP)
	OOC: Righty-o, this is then, a repost of my last post. IC as Sheen "2 minutes until the Duro exit point sir," "Thank you Captain," Sheen replied, turning off a datapad and returning to his command chair. Leaning back, the streaking stars came to a sudden hault, and before him - magnifficantly - lay the hovering planet of Duro. It would have been a rather imposing site for anyone on the outskirts of the planet, for at the precise moment, Sheen's fleet exited from hyperspace. The fleet, modestly, consisted of: Super-class Star Destroyer, Iron Fist Imperial I-class Star Destoryer, Relentless Imperial I-class Star Destoryer, Conqueror Strike Cruiser Lancer Frigate As soon as the last ship had stopped before him, Sheen's mind began to race. "I want prelimenary readings on an anything that is out of orbit... I need to know exactly what we'll be facing; ships, locations, anything that can help us set up and immediate battle-plan. Contact the local government and see exactly how willing they are to negotiate." TAG: LS_A -----signature----- There are no ordinary moments.
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