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FlamingBladeSaber Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/2/05 9:37am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: I'll be back in the game after the long-awaited year ahead, so expect something from me. I think someone is planning to tag me into it. Check my signature for an updated picture of what Anaron looks like now. See ya' all when we have the time-shift. -----signature----- Bad spellers of the world - Untie! The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance!
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Mortimer_Nerdly Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 8/2/05 12:51pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/2/05 12:55pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mortimer_Nerdly
	The Ravager MedLab IC: General Grievous I anticpated Sev'rance to be enraged, but I didn't put it past her to try not to further injure herself, which apparently she was doing. Unfazed and with slight movements, I dodged the random objects Sev'rance in her anger tossed around. "No," answered her with a voice drowing out the noises of two more droids crumpling up and spraying sparks. "It was not." The clamoring in the room started to die down. "I am told by Kessa here that it was another Dark Force user, whom neither of us can identify." TAG: Mertroid, Shadow []=====#[]<---------------- M_N! ---------------- -----signature----- CIS Junkie n_n ~Member of the Official General Grievous FanClub~ Ich spreche Deutsch! Én beszélek magyarul! Boyfriend of Catgirl_from_Eoz.
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Mertroid Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 8/2/05 1:07pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Sevrance's eyes closed as she cleared her mind. She could not afford to be angry and injuring herself. The recovering needed to get over with. Sevrance would wait to find the killer of her master. The Empire was their enemy. Sevrance felt her blood soothing and flowing more casually than rapidly. She nodded her head as no one knew who it was now. There was no way of finding it now. The point was Master Tyranus passed over. "Thank you for this news. I have even more to look forward to once I'm up and going," Sevrance spoke normally with no emotion in her voice as she breathed and continued calming herself down Tag: Mortimer_Nerdly, Shadow -----signature----- Vader breathing "Rise my friend....Yes my master" VADER ROCKS MY WORLD! He is the ULTIMATE VILLAIN OF ALL TIME! Nobody ever dis Vader here....or else.... "I find your lack of faith disturbing" choke
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/2/05 1:12pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/2/05 2:03pm (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Anakin Skywalker, Lord Darth Vader, Re Ursa and Marie-Celeste Eugenie Isabeau Skywalker, Lady Vader, Reina Ursa LOCATIONS: Joint Chiefs of Staff Death Star Conference, Imperial Palace audience chamber and Ursean Embassy, Coruscant; Kavala Palace, the capital planet of Kavala, and Malme dacha, Gripsholme, in the Ursa System; Dellalt in the Dellalt System Lord Vader sat in his "place," as "first primate" and quietly took in the Moffs, Admirals and Generals, all the brass and despaired. They were all of them norming. They would act in accord and follow the hawks into foolish endeavors. Could common sense be so completely wasted on them?! He sat, pressing his lips to his knuckled hand and resting his chin upon his thumb. Palpatine adressed the mass of "yes men" and he would get little creativity there, thought Vader. So diplomacy would be window dressing! If he could have, he would have buried his head in his hands. This was not what he wanted. No, this was terribly astray. For all this power, he was powerless to hold the tide back. The implications were so horrible, so offensive as to make him ill. The Death Star turned in the holo above. The dark of the room allowed Vader to take in the unguarded aspects of many, who finding themselves in the dark allowed the soul to stand exposed. He was appalled! So quickly had they begun to plot the Emperor's overthrow! Glancing back up to the Death Star, he saw the other threat. Who or what rather, could make of itself a life that dreamed such a thing. What was this compared to the Force? Every molecule of him cried out. Power, yes, but where it lay took everything, light or dark, and in it was nothingness! He made his obeisance to Sidious as strolled through the palace. Vader spoke of his concerns with respect to the military and their growing treachery. The Master did not hear what he didn’t already know and just so, he kept Vader close all day, and late into the night. To be in Palpatine’s sphere for so long was draining. Vader felt him scour his mind. Thus, he put his soul deep in the heart of the cold mountain and took in the words, the turning of the machinery, the platitudes and the surprise, the deception, the import. His face became an intense mask of his consternation and despair. What had he thought was the desired outcome?! It had taken but a moment in the office of the Supreme Chancellor, where he had melted to his knees before the Sith Master and even then in that giddy release from the confusing constraints of duty and right, he had felt his folly. Yet, he knew this to be his destiny, and he was determined to make the best of it. He did what had to be done and now here he was. He believed he could obtain that next release, the one that would allow him to find what he thought was right, was the center, and now each day brought new revelations, brought him further away from the goal, more compromised and more needing of that aloofness. To Sidious he was an open book! Vader knew this and he became more deeply entrenched each day. He felt he was suffocating. Returning home through the night air, Anakin took a speeder and raced his transport home. He felt bitter as riding in the open air reminded him of his wreckless drive toward that destiny. The lights of Coruscant shone in a blur about him and the Black Guard was vexed to follow in what seemed a suicidal pursuit of their Lord. At the Embassy, Lord Vader would find the Lady Celeste waiting in the dark, silver gown shining in the twilight. It was late. “You shouldn’t have waited up for me. You need your sleep,” he said without emotion. The Master had put him through his paces and he left the Imperial Palace in a furious mood and now he strove to control it. Even as she move to console him he pushed his wife from an embrace and removed himself to the library where he worked late into the early morning. “Anakin," her timid entreaty surprisingly loud in that silence. She found him standing, his surcoat and jerkin discarded and lying on a chair back, his white linen tunic open and sleeves rolled up. He was in one of the deep window alcoves, bracing a hand against each wall, his head hanging. “Yes,” he answer hoarsely. She knew that voice and waited till he’d wiped his face. Going to him, she put her arms about his waist tenderly knowing first hand how an audience with her Uncle could be. “I felt the baby move today. She seems to know when I need a little reminder. Would you like to feel her, she’s moving now?” He looked up and a smile played on his lips, his eyes glistening a pallid and constrained blue. He turned slightly and raised his right arm to pull her around to face him. He put his flesh hand to the Reina's now noticeable belly and there indeed, a tiny kick! “Sophia,” he said softly - it meant "wisdom," for which he devoutly prayed. He knew something of Celeste’s feelings, “we’ll call her Sophia.” It was Celeste’s mother’s name and upon hearing him say it, Celeste leaned her head against Anakin's shoulder. Holding her, Anakin put his chin upon her head and closed his eyes. “We return to Ursa tomorrow.” He said softly and clearing his throat. He knew she was anxious to return. Yet, then he added,“The Emperor needs me at his disposal, but he has graciously permitted us 5 months for my installation, to put things back in order in Ursa and for …” and he looked down to where Sophia was nestled now resting peacefully again. “There are many threats to the peace of the Empire, and I must see to them, but…we’ll have a little time together, at least.” * Ursa welcomed the Re and Reina home. Spring bloomed wildly on Kavala and the rebuilding of Gripsholme and Malove began. Jupe had to be destroyed. Too bad, mused Anakin, Lord Vader as he scrolled through various dossiers on his desk, the engineering of that monstrous moon of Grievous’ was not his to use…They could replace Jupe and work on creating a replacement able to exert the much needed gravitational balance now disrupted by the eroding Jupe. The hunt for the Kavalad extremists began in earnest and Lord Vader replaced his Black Guard officers and for a short while it did seem a relief to have returned to this System where he was able to lead, free to be magnanimous, and where his efforts yielded success. Yet, as the months passed, the Imperial Navy became more active, and between terrorists, Jedi and CIS, the Empire’s need for Vader grew. He felt the Master’s impatience and well aware of the rift growing between them, Anakin began to anticipate the tests to which his Master would set him, even the assaults to which he would subject his apprentice. Beside the sleeping Celeste at night, Anakin would find his mind considered more and more the treachery that lay very near. The dreams returned in full, and the Re of Ursa slept ill at nights; the saber always appearing, and Celeste, a peaceful look upon her face as she seemed to fall into his arms. Waking and sleeping, he held her more tightly, hounded her with guards, began to control access to her presence, what she ate, with whom she spoke, and how she spent her time. He wouldn’t allow a repeat of the past! Celeste turned more and more to Anakin as her time came and Ursa leant itself well to the new sovereign’s governance, even as the extremists were dealt with severely. Still, there was peace again, and life seemed fresh. When it came time for Celeste to be delivered of the child, they repaired to Malme and in the Dacha, with the return of the Federovs, and Anakin at Celeste’s side, Thalia, Dr. Goodsail, and the mid-wife, Sophia was born. He held his daughter, so perfect and fragile in his hands. He smiled at her as she grasped his finger and felt a certain peace, a peace that soon would end. Yet, there high above the salt spray, the lawn sweeping down to a sea the color of his eyes, he had watched and held his wife quietly, while Celeste labored, and she had earned their child, he thought. The mid-wife had handed Sophia to Anakin, and the baby moving her limbs was wiped quickly. He placed the child upon Celeste’s breast, the stain of her labor on his hand. As for his wife, as all mothers, Celeste loved Sophia as she had never known any other love in her life, and more than she could express. The little girl was beautiful and magnificent. The Reina lay back upon the pillows of her disheveled bed and felt motherly bliss. For Anakin, the father, he too loved this tiny perfection, and in that love realized he would never be free of the loss of Luke and Tanis. * Seagulls calling and great sappire waves crashing on the sand. Yes, out to the great rock they flew. The seals sunned themselves out on the flat plains of rocks in the bay below the dacha. She loved the sea. Celeste said she was born here so he had insisted they return. He remembered running in the surf and how she had teased him for being so sullen and aloof. “Come now, don’t you like the surf? You great big Jedi!” She had kicked the water. He thought it most odd, the queen should throw herself into the surf in her finery. What did it matter? The sand and water had ruined her gown already. Sand. Sand everywhere! “I hate sand,” he’d protested weakly. He was remembering and laughed as he held Sophia, while Celeste came to sit next to him on the rock. “Have we heard any more concerning replacing Jupe’s gravitation…” “Celeste,” he said sternly, “concentrate on work at hand, wife and leave that to me! I’ll be gone soon enough and then you will have to concern yourself.” He changed the subject and reminded her of that time. Celeste remembered. The surf, “Look, out there,” she called almost as if she was a child again. “We are here at a good time, neh? Look, Anakin! The fishing boats!” He looked up quickly and shielded his eyes to peered out over the surf; then, the sound of the Federov children and grandchildren coming down the time worn path and running along the surf to where the Reina stood with her advisor. Excitedly, they ran about the Queen’s pavilion, ribbons and hats sailing in the steady winds that came through the Fjord. The sky was blue but misting and lights began to play at the horizon; the aurora borealis of Gripsholme. The great ancient sail crafts rolled over the heel of the bay and soon others ran past the Reina and the Jedi out into the surf. “What are they here for,” he asked not able to resist the excitement. “To help bring in the catch. It’s a tradition. You’ll see,” she yelled over the den of the chatter and the surf, and grabbing his hand she pulled him into the surf. He’d left his gear, boots and jerkin at the pavilion and she’d knotted her skirts up. In they came, nets full to bursting. It was an excellent harvest. There were ancient songs that told of universal loss, and bounty, joy and courage. The fires were lit as the sky filled with stars, and somehow there were musicians and dancing and shared repast; an honest end to an honest day’s labor! “Nuder julege. Nuder julege. Al jule vow lita poska! Neider icke sent…..” The Gripsholme were robust and tall. Even Anakin was amongst the shorter men. She hadn’t ever seen the Advisor so relaxed. He was like a boy and he had all the population charmed that night. Shining and joking, he had swept Celeste up into the zsardas and threw her up so high, she thought that she was flying. That night they would spend, many of them, in the tents on the beach. Even the children racing about wore themselves out asking him of his exploits. It was not a momentus event. It was simple. "Celeste,"...Anakin looked up from the dieing embers "why do they call you the 'Voice of God?'" Celeste laughed softly as she’d built a small dome of sand over her bare feet. "A bit grandiose, isn't it?" She put her chin in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees, "It comes with title of Matriarch or Patriarch, if I'd been born a male. As the first born, I was the heir. All the princes and princesses are educated in the Church, law, doctrine, history, theology, etc. There is a Patriarch, or a Matriarch to balance, just in case we Royals turn out to be 'strange.' Ha, ha, ha! Well," she sighed, "I've always thought the title 'Voice of God,' a matter of wishful thinking!" Anakin chuckled wryly and nodded to himself as he drew in the sand, but stopped when he noticed his prosthetic has developed a 'twitch.' He pulled the glove off shook the sand from the golden tangled of wires and pistons. He looked up to see Celeste looking at the mechanism from across the fire and smiled, "Well..." "May I." He nodded ascent. So, she moved closer and took the 'arm' in her hands. He moved the fingers about so she could see the various components in action. "How is it you control the movement?" "The same way in which I control the flesh one; nuero-transfer!" "That's amazing," she followed the 'musculature' and the various connected movements, "the mind does not reject...?" She looked up into his eyes as they sat very close. He mouthed no. "Then there must be electrodes on the end here - synthetic synapses..." He shook the sand from the glove and began to draw it on and secure it. "The mind and its capacity to adapt, is overwhelming. Do you still feel the missing limb?" "Yes." "My father lost a leg. He had a similar sort of prosthetic. We used to pretend to 'tickle his leg.' I wonder now what he thought and felt," she said rising suddenly full of those memories. This was unexpected, this flashback, and not wishing to share the pain, Celeste walked out to the surf. "An assassin's bomb?" Anakin’s voice came quietly next to her. "Yes." "And you escaped the blast - its called survivor's guilt." She nodded trying not to think too much on it. "Its late Your Majesty," he suggested. "Yes, it is late." "There's a chill..." "Yes..,"she said almost entranced as he stroked her neck with his finger. "Time to be abed..." "Y..." The surf was so powerful in its ability to lull, she told him quietly, because it was moved by a universal harmony, a chronometrically bound, and in sympathy with all influences and thus was able to resynchronize the soul; attune it to the wheel of nature. He’d smiled down at her suddenly, his head propped up on his hand and laughed, “Why Celeste, you are a Jedi!” “I’m serious, Mr. Skywalker.” “So, am I…” Yet, their conversations back then always seemed to turn in a particular direction. "What, do you think that I can love only one woman. There's only so much room in my heart? Besides, she has made it clear, by her legal actions, she is afraid of me. She no longer wants me.” He had turned back to his work at the desk and said as he perused the data flashing on his monitor, a blue glow on his face, “You surprise me Celeste, I thought you of all people would understand!” "But I do, Anakin. I do,” and Celeste crossed to him. He felt her arms about his neck. “I just don't want to be resented,” she continued quietly her head resting on his. “I can be second. I am Reina. Who will come to me unfettered of expectation and duty? I'll take friendship. I'll take your hand and live as I must, but I will not be an impediment. If you ever came to wish me away, wish that I hadn't caused you pain, that would be cruel! I want what I can't have, and that's reassurance." He had frowned at that. Now, he watched her from across the room and laughed at their little tragedy, hearing his words echo back from that time only months before. He had chided her, "You are still making an accusation, albeit indirect. How would I come to resent you?" "You come to my embrace still stinging with this bad blood between you, you still love her. She will never understand. Your love is possessive, between the both of you!” She had stated it so simply, so matter of factly. “There aren't many who would understand or condone. Besides, you are a Jedi. You have a vow of detachment that you care nothing whatsoever for. Yet, it is doctrine and part of your 4 tenets...yes, I've studied, I know something of which I speak. My religion gave up the notion long ago for the clergy. It is by personal choice. So, how do you expect to go on? And how can you expect her to understand? We've made no secret of our relationship here. You know they gossip." "You've told me that to pay service to gossip is to give it life. Your very words, teacher!" He had grown tired of the conversation. What Celeste had said was true and now thinking back on it and how he had returned to a life that had been completely shattered, he was annoyed with himself, his inability to see clearly and the complications of his life in DUTY. "Yes, but Anakin!" Celeste put her hands to her head and walked to the salon windows. Suddenly overcome with this love, "I love you in this same way. I'll never love another, never. In some strange and ridiculous way, I am bound to you through ...nature...the Force. Don't look at me that way! If you are cross with me, you know it pains me!" Running to him, she knelt between his legs, threw her arms about his waist and held tightly. "Don't let's argue. You are leaving tomorrow and this day is filled with meetings. Tonight there is a state function. I only wanted you to know that I don't want your attentions if they will cause pain." Anakin knew what it was she meant. He'd avoided the complexity while it hadn't been an issue, and now he was cross because she'd made it one. Why couldn't she have left it until it had become one, and it would. Still, nothing had been said to resolve the difficulty. She didn't really wish to end their friendship, nor could she, he smiled self-satisfied fleetingly, and then checked himself. He'd have to meditate on that little toad! His chest rose with the sigh and he wrapped his arms about her. "Yes, you do, Celeste. You do want my attentions even if they will cause pain, and so do I. You just don't want to be thought of badly. We are prideful. Let's not lie to ourselves and add to the problem. I can at least agree with the tenets on that account. I'm not going to pretend to myself that I would act differently. You mean to say that you wish that our "friendship," would not cause pain. There, we are in accord. We are still on the backside of the dilemma!" She couldn't argue him this point. It was true. When he was right, it seemed it was always a difficult truth, and he felt her thoughts and knew it vexed her! This was just the preamble to the evening's dance. When latter she spied him admiring her as she turned about upon the marquettry in the courtly dance, the Reina resplendent, she saw the other truth of which he spoke. That smile spread broadly and seductively and she really could not refuse him. For all the power of that sheltering tradition, Anakin appreciated it most for the seeming rigidity against which physical desire was defended. It was a perverse pleasure and he undressed her every chance he got. So, she did wonder at the mysterious woman who garnered his utter devotion and let her heart close over that little wound. Besides, she would have to bring an heir to the throne eventually! And wouldn’t she be beholden to love her mate? Yes and that was too bitter to contemplate! Now they were wed. So much had changed and so much remained the same. Anakin watched his young wife as she fed their child, the sun setting out past the meadow and over the sea’s horizon beyond and together they recalled those moments which seemed now years ago but which were actually only months before, when they had come to Malme before. * The opportunity had come to visit the Fjords, and Celeste took the time. The advisor had balked. There was too much to which he would need to attend. Celeste put her foot down because she could. “No, I will go to the shore. I know when I need it and I need it. While you are here you accompany me.” He hadn’t liked that tone at all, but off they’d gone. Arriving at the dacha, they were met by adoring cousins. Awkward at first, he warmed slowly and soon was nourished in the bright low kitchen, white and full of sunlight from the bank of windows set against the long wall of the large room. The floor was worn by centuries, hollowed here and there, the benches at the refectory table wobbled and the children took advantage of this situation to slide the occupants one way or the other. Soon the laughter and playful spirit worked the contention and war from the mind and Celeste found herself laughing too. She watched Anakin. He seemed very much effected by the family. It was clear his mind was on something, so she busied herself with dinner. Ilke and Thalia embraced her. Just like old times! They laughed and traded old reminiscences while they set about chopping, stirring, and assembling the meal. It was pleasant here in the dacha, the symbol of hearth and family and clearly, as she peeked every now and then, Anakin found it to his liking. How refreshing to see him talking with the children! Petrov came to taste the batter of the citrus cake which Celeste prepared and behind came Anakin who followed the example of the young teen, both receiving the backside of the wooden spoon. “Oh, Aunt! You want to give me the batter,” he played tugging her about by her apron strings. Looking to the Jedi and smiling mischievously, to which Anakin gave a stern look, though he smiled up at Celeste and said, “Though,” and he licked the rest of the batter from his finger, “I can’t blame him!” Ilke passed and playfully slapped Petrov with her dishtowel, “No harassing of cooks, or you will eat hay for dinner!” Fleet and agile, Ilsa was the most beautiful cook ever there was, Vanya would say. Fast, diligent and talented, Celeste admired her and whenever possible, the Infanta now Reina would find her way to the kitchen at Malme; the smell of bread baking and pungent herbs hanging in the windows. It was both practical and beautiful as a tradition. So, the hearth had very potent and warming significance for her. She dreamed of bread baking and that warm kitchen…. Remembering always seemed to open complex layers of meaning and the memories lay one atop the other, some of them inextricably linked to others, and the two began not to recall who remember what. * …The soft peel of the dinner bell rang in the rosy dusk and Celeste smiled up at Mommie as they was walked through the vegetable garden with Aunt Thalia and the Master Gardener. The Infanta held up her chubby little hand, thrusting the little bucket up full of little sucking worms. "Look, Mommie! I've cleaned this row. No, more bad bugs!" "Very good, my darling! What a good gardener? Now, the garden knows you love it!" The Reina Sofia Souleiado Isabeau lifted her daughter up to her and kissed her. "I love you my precious, precious lamb!" And sitting on her mother’s hip, Celeste sang, "Rosy 'round the garden, the garden, the garden! Rosy 'round the garden who loves you so?" * Tonight was the feast of Summer’s end, he’d been told. The long tables piled high, candles, wine and many good friends and courtiers, ministers and such. The earlier berries in bowls shining bright and deep purple. All the girls wore garlands as per custom….you must wear one, too, your Majesty, perhaps you’ll do the honor Advisor…Anakin? “Yes, yes, of course.” He smiled sheepishly and placed the garland on her head. She’d let her hair down, and she looked little older than her young cousins. “The Infanta must sing,” someone cried. ”Oh dear, No,” said the Infanta, and Anakin could see she blushed. “Couldn’t you please?...For your doting Uncle Vanya?...Skywalker, she trusts you. Advise her!” “Now, stop! You are embarrassing me, Uncle Vanya,” returned Celeste, her cheeks turning a beguiling pink. “Come, now! You can’t sing for your family?, …Oh, she’s shy around you Anakin!” Ha, ha, ha! “Here’s a garland, my boy.” Vanya leaned across and bashed a garland down with ribbons onto the Advisor’s head. “There! Now he is officially part of the family, I adopt him for the week!” Amidst the peels of uproarious laughter, Vanya leaned in once again and extended his hand in greeting. Welcome, to the family, son. For an awkward moment, Anakin sat staring with bashful a smile, but couldn’t resist the conviviality and there was applause all around, particularly from Petrov. “Now, everybody, everybody,” Vanya clapped and Thalia came from behind to bring his balalaika which Vanya took with a stolen kiss, “quiet, quiet!” The gentle sound rippled forth from the long necked instrument. Vanya’s hands ran quickly over the strings. The lovely 5 whole toned scale was mysterious and poignant and all were lulled until the sweetest tone floated softly over the tables. Celeste stood in a Force aura, he could see that,, and singing in the most intense, rounded and pliant tone. But it rang in one’s bones and though many expected something pretty, they were unprepared for the moving and intense response they had, as if hearing the voices of the ancients or of a mysterious sea and it vibrated in them. Some cast their eyes down because Celeste voice had removed their veils, their protection, and they sat, their souls exposed and tears welling, so heavenly was the voice, and it was almost unbearable. Warm, yet as sure as a precision laser. Crystaline and delicately pulsed, and as the song came to a close, silence united every being in the room and out upon the lawn which surround the house. The crickets were sympathetic and had quieted. Anakin had never in his life heard anything as beautiful or transporting as that voice! * The time for leaving came soon enough. He needed to go now. Sidious had grown volatile. So he began the hunt. Sullenly, he took up the search and there was plenty of time to consider Bindra’s betrayal as it had truly precipitated Sidious’ outburst. The irony! It was nothing but an empty show on the part of those creatures. Caris had come to taunt, and in so doing, had brought calumny! So, they are fallible after all, “You liar, Bindra, you witch! I hate you more than you can begin to comprehend. Your word was ever deceitful before mine! I am not deceived by your “grace” nor your “kindness! You may take others in with your sanctimonious dribble. Speak with melodious voice! Make your pronouncements! Yet, I have seen you for what you really are! VIPER! ‘We make it our rule not to interfere in the affairs of other beings…’ LIAR,” he shouted in the cockpit of his old Interceptor. R-2 bleated his concern. Anakin breathed heavily, “It’s nothing R-2…” Now he had to follow this Jedi into the smoky mists of this mountain up ahead. Lord Vader felt him. Why must they follow this ridiculous course? Why couldn’t the Jedi see? How could they justify killing her? How? What could they find …never mind Anakin, you keep expecting reason where there is none,” he said to himself, as he dropped to the forest floor. He was very near. This was going to be short work, hated short work! His dreams of a new Jedi order falling away with each step. There! “Prepare yourself, Jedi!” The air was made kinetic with the familiar “thap” of his blade… -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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FlamingBladeSaber Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/2/05 1:19pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: I'll just explain completely, may be breifly, what Anaron will be doing over the year that passes so that anyone who is interested may read. Anaron Nexon, the year that passes. Anaron's eyes trailed the citizens of Coruscant, watching over them with loyalty and responsiblity just in-case anything went hay-wire. Sat in some hotel room, where his name went around recorded as Noxen Norana, an agent of the old republic. The public never really spoke to him, never really noticed him. They knew him as the youth that took away the life of the cantina, after breaking up a cantina fight a long time ago. It all began on Kashyyyk, travelling with what he thought were the survivors of the jedi order. But to his predictions which lead him to an uneasy path of darkness and independence, he was taken hostage by some of the empires most lethal enforcers, or also re-named as security guards. He was grasped by their evil clutches. Not having a ship, or any forms of transport, he worked on a plan to escape the prisons of the empire. An old trandoshan warrior known for trying to take imperial codes for an easy way to release his freind had tradgically been taken hostage and watched his freind executed before his very eyes. After a few months of getting to know the stranger, Anaron had thought of asking him for assistance, supporting Anaron's ideas the Trandoshan aided him in escaping, they took the key of a dead imperial security guard who got trampelled on by a rebellion of hostages and unlocked many prisoners. Anaron was a passenger of this Trandoshan's ship, the devil's claw. After about 8 months of travelling from space to many planets, Anaron had made sure that he would settle on a planet far from the restrictions of the imperials. His Trandoshan freind, Grinzozsk, dropped him off on Coruscant saying his farewell. Well, a shortened story of what Anaron had done for a year since his departure from Kashyyyk and his freinds, Aayla Secura, Denni Sunwalker and the Republic Commandos. I'll be waiting for a TAG as to when the next year begins. -----signature----- Bad spellers of the world - Untie! The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance!
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darkjedi8906 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 8/2/05 2:28pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/2/05 2:46pm (1 edits total) Edited By: darkjedi8906
	IC:Atrus Location: Kamino Atrus winced. It made him angry to suffer the remonstration of the little green Master. "I will look to myself, Master," said Atrus tersely. "It is clear to me that I will not find satisfaction here! I'm growing more impatient with every passing moment, Master. I have to do something. don't tell me to meditate. I've meditated. I have to go. I can't end this here!" He felt the welling concern about the facility. Quickly he turned and then thinking better of it, Atrus had a premonition and turned sadly to gaze at Yoda once more. "I'm ...sorry Master, " he said huskily and then he ran to his ship and punched the hyperspace coordinates blasting off to find a person who could tell him how to control his power A year past and he continued to search for control of his power, searching form planet to planet system to system moon to moon Atrus began to mature end of post -----signature----- theres only 1 return ok and it aint of the king its of the jedi "Mass Genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/2/05 7:15pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/2/05 7:17pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	OOC: This is my last post before the time-jump IC: The Imperial Military Location: Meeting Room, HIMS Hammer Stroke, High Coruscant Orbit High above the glittering skys of the Galactic Capital, the noble Venator Star Destroyer, the HIMS Hammer Stroke, floated with its fleet group. The sight, as always, was an awe-inspiring one to see. But what any outside observer would NOT see, was that the massive ship was playing host to a majority of the Imperial Military Elite. They were all gathered in an extremely secure meeting room on-board the Vessel. Guarded by the most elite Imperial Clones and Recruits, and sweeped thouroughly of all bugs, the room, for the time, was one of the most safe places to be in the galaxy. Inside the room, it was stark and clean, very much so in Imperial Fashion. The long ebonite table, bedecked with appetizers and the like, stood in the center of the room, with the various Officers and Admirals surrounding it. The list of those invited and present read like a whose-who of the Imperial Military. At the Head of the Table, of course, sat a seat of the Grand Moff Tarkin. To his left and right were triply encrypted holofeeds to Admiral Motti and General Tagge. The scrolling password to the line was known and privately configured by the Grand Moff to render the line interception proof. Further down the table sat Commander Daine Jir on the left and Admiral Kendell Ozzel on the right. Then came Captain Firmus Piett and Colonel Maximilliam Veers, followed by Admiral Okins and the imposing figure of Grand Admiral Demetrius Zaarin, one of the most Important guests in the meeting. Vice Admiral Thrawn and Moff Disra followed rounded out the end of the table. There were more important people, of course, but these were the ones that Tarkin chose for various official, and some unofficial, reasons. The 10 sat, waiting for the Grand Moff to come in. And then he did. Grand Moff Tarkin smiled as he entered through the side door, dressed in an immaculately crisp Imperial Officer's uniform. "Evening Gentlemen, so pleased you could make it." There was a murmur of ascent in the room, with the Officer's nodding their heads and putting down their glasses. "I called you here today so that we of the Imperial Navy could have our own private session as to what to do with our new missions and the furthering of our glorious Galactic Empire. This session is to be kept entirely private from all except the peoples in this room. You all are some of the greatest Military and Political Leaders in the entirety of the Galactic Empire, and only with this degree of cohesion and cooperation can we hope to succeed." The Officer's noded their heads in agreement to the Grand Moff. "As the Emperor has stated in his Conference with us, we are going to be embarking on a very long Arms Buildup. We will be modernizing out military, from the Walker Squadrons under the supervision of General Tagge to all of our fleet elements. And this, my good friends, shall be our first priority." Grand Moff Tarkin took a laserwand from the table and pressed the button on the transciever. A holo appeared on the center of the table, and a large, wedge sized ship appeared over it. "This, gentlemen, is the "Imperial" Star Destroyer. We're subcontracting it out with Kuat Drive Yards to be a ship-of-the-line unlike any other. Fully versatile in both captial ship and fighter warfare, this 1.6 kilometer long vessel will replace our Venator Fleet. It boosts two impressive Om-Thaim Broadcast Banner Shield Generators, for defense, and a solid durasteel hull at 150 RU. Its weapondry is also quite impressive, with 60 Borstel NK-7 Ion Cannon Batteries AND 60 Taim and Bak XX-9 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries. This translates, officers, to a ship virtually unmatched in heavy space warfare." There was a silence in the room as the military men observed the holo. "I must say." said Zaarin. "That is quite an impressive vessel. You say we all shall have one? Surely such fine construction does not come free." "That is why we must find, alternative ways, to finance such an effort." Tarkin said with a smile. "Soon we will also begin military campaigns against many worlds in the outer rim. There are unimaginable amounts of raw resources just waiting to be exploited." Thrawn's holo narrowed his eyes. "Indeed. From experience in the Unknown Regions, I can attest to the richness of our galaxy." "We are not interested..... yet.... in the Unknown Regions, Admiral. There are plenty of worlds to conquer in the Outer Rim. Not to mention that our work there can begin denying the Confederacy any other worlds it tries to ascertain." "A sound plan." Ozzel said, nodding. "A Grand Era of Imperialism is upon us. The taking of worlds, the feeding of our glorious government, and power beyond any of our imaginations." Motti's holo chuckled. "All fine words Admiral, but there are a few obstacles that lie in our path. The Emperor and Lord Vader." There was a deadly silence. "You speak of treason there Motti." Admiral Okins said finally. "You ought to watch your tounge, or you shall find it lost. The Emperor sees everything." "He doesn't see this." Tarkin said. "I can assure you. But yes Motti, you do speak treason... well, at least about our Emperor. Vader on the other hand...." "Lord Vader..." Veers piped in, "was handpicked by the Emperor. "Doubting him is doubting the Emperor." "Not exactly." Zaarin said, speaking very carefully. "The Emperor has made mistakes in the past. He is, mind you, still quite human... despite what we all may think of him and his special powers. We all know that Vader was once Anakin Skywalker, and that he is now a Sith. And the Emperor is a Sith. The two share many bonds that could lead to hasty judgements." "All I know is this." Motti said. "His command in the Battle of Ursa was dreadful. He had horrible priorities, and his tactics were at best, second rate. He risked the welfare of his fleet to save his fiancee. For a commander, that is unexcusable." Tagge had remained quite until then. "I would have to agree with my friend here. His command of the ground troops on Gripsholme was also quite substandard. It was only through Wilhuff's and my own quick thinking that we remained victorious." "Whatever the case is." Piett said. "The Emperor has made clear we will all be working with Vader in the near future. For good or for naught, we need to configure our own tactics to deal with him. He is quite dangerous with his powers. We ourselves cannot hope to stand up to him." Tarkin gave a smile at his apprentice. "Not quite my friend. I have a project I have been working on. As you all know the Superweapon Facility we have in the Maw is under my direct command. Although not quite a superweapon, a team of scientists on Myrkr has come up with something quite interesting in this arena. I shall all be sure to keep you informed as our research progresses there. I have a brilliant scientist by the name of Qui Xux on the case there." The Admirals and Officers looked interested, but they all knew that if Tarkin wouldn't tell them now, prodding would do nothing. The meeting went on for four more hours, with the officers discussing the various targets as well as upgrades for Imperial fighters, walkers, troopers, and the like. Then, the officers said their good-byes, and left, returning to their ships positioned all throughout the galaxy. They all knew that the Golden Age of the Empire would soon be upon them all. For Tarkin, who had returned to the bridge of the Hammer Stroke, it would be the most golden of all of them. But, of course, with all glory comes great risks. This was something the gaunt man was well prepared for. As long as he was careful, which he always was, then all would be well. Tarkin gazed out over Coruscant with a smile on his face. The calling of duty, the allure of glory, the promise of power. He could hear and feel them all. TAG: Whoever -----signature----- Founder of the GDG Intelligence is a gift, to be used for the betterment of mankind The Jedi Way is something found within, not in the dead walls of any Order My Angels: Sey, Xan, and Solo My Love: NaboosPrincess
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LadyWhilla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 8/2/05 10:51pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Kamino IC: Master Yoda It had saddened Yoda to see Atrus run as he did without futher discussion. Yoda had muttered quietly the words he so often spoke to those who departed...'May the Force be with you' and he truly meant them as Atrus' ship had lifted off. But it was not time to dwell on individual journeys, for Yoda knew it was his task to bring the Forces of the good back to the forefront of the galaxy. He would remain on Kamino, teaching and training until the time came.... IC: Aayla Secura Aayla nodded to Denni and so began the healing. Aayla settled on Kamino, at first not sure of her purpose but soon the seasons would change. She found a bond with the little one, Iresa and with her mentor, Master Yoda; with Denni and with the clone sympathizers...together they would begin the teachings. -----signature----- Lady "I followed the yellowbrick road to hell" of the 3SA Sarcasm Knights. Clear skies, Snowball. http://www.phatooine.net/forums/index.php
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/3/05 1:34am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/3/05 1:43am (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OCC: MEMO FROM THE GM Welcome back everyone to The Galaxy at War III: Schism of the Sith DATE: It is one year and 23 days from the inception of the Galactic Empire... Please review the RULES OF PLAY and the list of FACTIONS/DRAMATIC PERSONAE. Please forgive any omission or mistakes I might have made when compiling this information. Private Message (PM) the Game Manager (GM) with any corrections and additions to the names and factions below. I will repost this list if need be. All characters must be approved by the GM via a submitted proposal. Once permission has been given, you may begin posting in the thread. You must also post a biography of all your characters within your first several posts. Please use the following template for your biography(s): Character Sheet Adding an image to your post: [image=URL] for placing pic online in post. Retrieve the url by right clicking, select properties, and then copy and paste the image URL Name: --Age: ---Gender: (Male or Female) ----Species: -----Eye Color: ------Hair Color and Style: -------Skin Complexion: --------Clothing: ---------Physique: ----------Personality: -----------Quirks: ------------Force Sensitive: (Yes or No) Personal Ship -Name: --Class: ---Exterior Description: ----Interior Description: -----Weapon Systems: ------Crew Compliment: -------Hyperspace Capability: --------Misc. Specs.: Biography (We suggest your history be brief. Please state your military experience if applicable, also please state any trauma that effects your character's actions or personality.) -Brief History: --Military History: ---Traumatic Experiences: Jedi/Sith/General Grievous Only -Lightsaber Blade Color: (Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Viridian, Cyan, Blue, Violet, Silver) --Lightsaber Type: (Single, Dual [2x], Double Bladed) ---Hilt Description: Play ball! RULES OF PLAY 1. All rules and regulations of the TF.N TOS Role Playing Forum apply. 2. All players wishing to enter the game must submit a proposed bio AND a proposed faction affiliation for all recurring characters. Please use the above character sheet for your submissions and once approved by the GM you most post in the thread. The factions are listed below. Please note that you may introduce Non-Recurring Characters (NRC), when necessary, without submitting a character sheet for them. Post a character sheet for these characters if they become recurring. 3. Observe proper grammar and spelling, and please, no “e-mail” short hand or “leet-speak,” e.g., Zomgz0rz and 4\|?D teh \|1\|<3, etc. 4. No God moding – God-moding: To God-mode means to take on the aspects of an omnipotent or omniscient being: often inscrutable, claiming to be infallible, being impenetrable, and otherwise unaffected by the actions of others, invulnerable to physical injury, and dictating or controlling the actions and outcomes of characters other than those within your approved control. While this is true, you must not assume that your character will not sustain injury or cannot be killed. Circumstances and logic will dictate the outcome in a given situation. Please make note of this. Approval and permission to control characters other than your own must be express: Permission for control of a character can be ceded to other writers in the game by posting a statement to that effect in the thread using an Out of Character Comment (OOC), giving the parameters for temporary power of control for the character(s) in question. 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If action and the force exerted in a given situation are to the degree that your character takes a "hit" and the action/force is observed and or felt by other characters, i.e. "Tarkin raised his arm instinctively to shield against the glare of the explosion. Lord Vader adjusted his balance as the Death Star rumbled with the force of the explosion and debris pelting the great killing moon," then your planet has been destroyed! Please observe chain of command when appealing and interacting with “your” superiors within your faction and observe the given protocol. No creation of or assuming of super-technologies, abilities, or weapons beyond the reasonable scope of your character and not without pre-approval through submission of your character’s bio to the GM and the approved bio posting; exceptions will be made on a case by case basis with a submitted proposal to the GM. 5. Disputes are to be reconciled in a gentlemanly and amicable fashion. Absolutely no public posting of grievances will be allowed. Often such postings are regretted, contribute little to solving problems, and are disruptive to the game. If solutions cannot be reached between players, then you must make an appeal to the GM or if not available to the co-GMs. 6. Use the proper method for heading each and every post and requesting others to interact. Each post MUST identifying both your character starting with an In Character Comment (ICC or IC) AND location. Research and consultation has yielded that your location, even if covert, MUST be stated in order to plot you within the Galaxy Far Far Away (GFFA), in other words, the posting of “UNDISCLOSED LOCATION” is strictly forbidden – don’t do it, it constitutes an unfair advantage to your fellow gamers, and defeats fair play. State how you are “covert” or “hidden” and anyone seeking you must provide in their posts how they find you. In this way you are hidden within the confines of the game but your position is plotted, providing a “real” location by which you might be found. Here is an example for posting: IC: Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight LOCATION: Kado Nimoidia, Hatcheries End your posts by requesting the participation and interaction of the desired characters by alerting (tagging) them: TAG: General Obi wan Kenobi, Commander Cody, ARC 7. Please keep OUT OF CHARACTER COMMENTS (OCC) to a minimum. Though encouraging posts to your fellow gamers is welcome. 8. Your commitment to the other players is to read the thread at least once per week and respond when your character(s) have been TAGGED accordingly. Please respond in a timely fashion to your pms as well, with regard to requests from your fellow RPGers. This is not particularly enforceable but is a matter of personal commitment, which we ask you consider before entering the game. Frequencies of more than 3 failures to respond within a 2 week period to a TAG will result in relinquishing control of the character failing to answer the TAG. 9. The GM is law Enjoy the game. FACTIONS and DRAMATIS PERSONAE ALLIANCE FOR THE RESTORATION OF THE GALACTIC REPUBLIC Commander in Chief Padme Naberrie Amidala (Skywalker), Princess of Theed and, Chancellor Elect of the Galactic Republic and former Senator and Queen of Naboo; - LadyZaraMarta Admiral Gavin Fidelis – RogueAce7 DarK Jedi Gene Starwind – Jedi_Hunter505 Captain Hannes Vaneppe – LadyZaraMarta Captain Typho - LadyZaraMarta Commander Alpha - The Admiral Commander Torian Darkeyes – Ominous Dorme Typho - LadyZaraMarta Feona – LordDarthUmbrus Imperial Senator Prince Bail Organa - LadyZaraMarta Lan Revus – LordDarthUmbrus Lena – LordDarthUmbrus Master Chief Titus – Ominous Princess Leia Organa - StarWarsBeauty CONFEDERACY OF INDENDENT SYSTEMS (CIS) General Grievous - Mortimer_Nerdly Dark Jedi Sev’rance Tann – Mertroid Dark Jedi Master Eme ma Himou – Eme-ma_Himou Deragan – Eme-ma_Himou Jedi Knight Kessa – Shadow_Wolf75 Lord Darth Corvexa – Eme-ma_Himou Lyloo Felvis IMPERIAL His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Palpatine, Lord Darth Sidious – LordDarthUmbrus House Vader Ursa Re Ursa Mavrat, Anakin Skywalker, Lord Darth Vader,– pashatemur Reina Ursa Mavras, Marie-Celeste Eugenie Isabeau (Skywalker), Lady Vader,– pashatemur House Vos Kiffu Sheyf of Kiffu and Dark Jedi Master Quinlan Vos – SithStarSlayer Intelligence Agent Malien Encantor - LordDarthUmbrus Director of Intelligence Ysane Isard – LordDarthUmbrus/Imperial_Hammer Boba Fett - Mortimer_Nerdly Navy Admiral Motti - Imperial_Hammer Admiral Ozzel - Imperial_Hammer Captian Piett - Imperial_Hammer Daala - Imperial_Hammer Grand Admiral Thrawn - Imperial_Hammer Grand Moff Tarkin - Imperial_Hammer Army General Tagge - Imperial_Hammer JEDI ORDER Jedi Master Council leader Yoda – LadyWhilla Jedi Knight Commander Lohr Thal - pashatemur Jedi Knight General Aayla Secura – LadyWhilla Jedi Master General Ki Adi Mundi - pashatemur Jedi Master Jocasta Nu, Archivists for the Jedi Temple - Nefertiti Jedi Master/Lord Darth Revan – LordDarthUmbrus Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn - Nefertiti Jedi Padawan Denni Sunwalker – the Admiral NEUTRAL Dexter Jetster - Nefertiti Marina - Nefertiti Lars Homestead Beru Lars – Master-of-Les-Pauls /LadyZaraMarta Owen Lars – Master-of-Les-Pauls Luke Skywalker – Master-of-Les-Pauls SMUGGLERS, PIRATES, RUNNERS, CRIME LORDS, and OTHER MERCENARIES, ETC. Han Solo – applications being taken Chewbacca – applications being taken UNAFFILIATED AT POSTING DATE Dark Jedi Knight Anaron Nexon – FlamingBladeSaber Dark Jedi knight Atrus – DarkJedi8906 Mara Jade - StarWarsBeauty A summary of plot threads to this point will be posted later today. Thank you, Pashatemur GM GAW III -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Nefertiti Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 8/3/05 7:25am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: With Pashy's permission Name: Julian Zûn --Age: 39 ---Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: Green ------Hair Color and Style: Dark brown; Hair and beard cut close -------Skin Complexion: Tanned --------Clothing: Quality, but not expensive ---------Physique: 5 ft 8 in, athletic, but not “buff”; Able to handle himself; not “drop-dead good-looking, but his smile could change it all. ----------Personality: Serious, intelligent, likes to win an argument through discussions, but can fight -----------Quirks: Distrustful of organizations ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship Not applicable -Brief History: Born and raised on Tatooine; left to further his education. Became involved in religious experience. Remained with the group for 8 years, when he saw the corruption. Became involved with others who had left the group. Roamed the galaxy learning less popular trades. Marksman in weaponry, but prefers talking to settle disputes. Gambler, grifter and drinker, Jule returned home upon hearing of his father’s illness. He’s stay on Tatooine out of a sense of duty. His younger sister and her family are moisture farmers. He has a small apartment and is financially security – if he doesn’t over spend. Reads, writes and occasional picks up a paint brush. Has internal conflicts within himself, society in general and the Republic. --Military History: None ---Traumatic Experiences: His family’s disappointment in him. -----signature----- .
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/3/05 7:30am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OCC: MEMO FROM THE GM Please note the following names should be added to FACTIONS/DRAMATIS PERSONAE: ALLIANCE FOR THE RESTORATION OF THE GALACTIC REPUBLIC Dr. Giles Senob - LadyZaraMarta IMPERIALS House Vader Ursa Admiral Lev Ulrich * Also note the change below: NEUTRAL Lars Homestead Luke Lars (not Skywalker) Again, please review the above list for any addition and/or corrections you wish to have made to an updated list. Pashatemur GM GAW III -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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LadyZaraMarta Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 8/3/05 10:12am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	With Pasha's Permission: Name: Senator Bail Organa --Age: 40 ---Gender: male ----Species: human -----Eye Color: brown ------Hair Color and Style: black -------Skin Complexion: medium tone --------Clothing: Alderaan style ---------Physique: medium ----------Personality:Loyal to friends,devoted to wife and daughter. -----------Quirks: Indulges his daughter ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: Tantive IV --Class: Diplomatic Vessel ---Exterior Description: not a fighting vessel. ----Interior Description: equipt in the usual style of a yacht. -----Weapon Systems: No range weapons ------Crew Compliment: 10-20 -------Hyperspace Capability: yes --------Misc. Specs.: Biography: Senator Bail Organa represents Alderaan in the Senate. He is prince of his world, married to Queen Breha. Staunch defender of democracy, he has because of circumstances had to modify his public opposition to the Empire ,so as not to draw attention to himself.Secretly he is a leader of the Alliance for the Restoration of the Republic and the adopted father of Tanis, daughter of Padme Amidala. Tanis is now known as Leia, to further protect her identity from those who would wish to do harm to the child. -Brief History: --Military History: none ---Traumatic Experiences: First civilian to arrive at the Jedi Temple after Skywalker (Darth Vader) and the 501st have gone on their killing spree. Witnesses a young padawan killed by troopers. -----signature----- Proud descendant of signer of Declaration of Independence, Charles Carroll
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starwarsbeauty Registered: Feb '05	Date Posted: 8/3/05 1:40pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Name: Mara Jade --Age: 18 months ---Gender: female ----Species: human -----Eye Color: green ------Hair Color and Style: Red/Gold, short, not much of it -------Skin Complexion: very light and fair --------Clothing:the clothes of a toddler ---------Physique: chubby ----------Personality:Happy -----------Quirks:she likes to escape ------------Force Sensitive: yes Bio: Sapphire Auralyn was born and raised on the planet of Nar Shadaa and had a childhood and life like any other average person on Nar Shadaa. Her whole life changed the day she met her husband, Wilscott Jade. Wil was born on Tatooine and had always dreamed of flying, dreamed of never being on the ground and always being in space. He made a stop at Nar Shadaa when the man who was employing him dropped him off and never picked him back up. Wil and Sapphire met in a cantina where Sapphire was working. They discovered that they both wanted to get off of Nar Shadaa and falling in love against the wishes of her parents. They married and found that she was pregnant. What would they do now? They didn't have money and definetly couldn't get money from her parents and most likely not from his. Wil and Sapphire desperately needed money, so Wil went to the one place he knew he could find work, to the Hutts. The Hutts had a job for everyone and would pay well. Wil's job was to get a very important shipment of spices to his home planet, Tatooine. Sapphire became very ill in the meantime and Wil was unable to fly the Hutts contraband to Tatooine. Well, the Hutt who was employing him found out his shipment had not arrived on Tatooine and he started looking for Wil. The Hutt vowed to get the money for his shipment no matter what and was unscrupulous, and let it be known that he would do anything to Wil and his family, if he didn’t get his money. Sapphire gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom they named Mara Jade. She was everything to them and more. To safe guard her and to find her the best possible adoption placement, they took her to the Imperial Embassy and gave up their little baby. The child, as fate would have it, arrived born in her mother’s arms at the same moment as an agent of the Empire, Malien Encantor. The agent had talent, inate talelnt, and recognized the same in the infant. So began Mara Jade’s journey… -----signature----- "It was beauty that killed the beast" Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. Dreams are forever. All you need is Faith, Trust, and a little bit of Pixie Dust
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 8/3/05 2:56pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/3/05 2:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Ominous
	(no message) OCC: Sorry brainfart. -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. the real purpose of language is no longer to convey meaning - it is to obscure meaning
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KOTORFan8 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 8/3/05 3:12pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/3/05 3:13pm (1 edits total) Edited By: KOTORFan8
	Approved by the GM Name: Kieran d’ Cannith Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Human Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color and Style: Shoulder-length brown Skin Complexion: Tanned Clothing: Dark-brown Jedi Robes with Clone Armor Physique: Deft, flexible Personality: Quiet, wise, kind, brave Quirks: Likes to twirl his lightsaber in one hand Force Sensitive: Yes Personal Ship Name: Ascension Class: Heavily Modified Jedi Starfighter Exterior Description: Black with gold stripes running the sides Interior Description: Standard Weapon Systems: 2 fire-linked blaster cannons, 1 ion cannon, 1 concussion missile launcher Crew Compliment: 1 Hyperspace Capability: Yes Misc. Specs: N/A Biography Brief History: The history of Kieran d’ Cannith has been filled with tragedy after the horrific event known as the Clone Wars. His time as a youngster at the Jedi Temple gave him the honor of being the Padawan of the famed Jedi Master, the Dark Woman. Through her training, he became an exceptional duelist and one of the most dedicated Jedi in the entire order. Knighted shortly before the Clone Wars, he participated in many battles of the three-year-long war and survived the Jedi Purge like many other Jedi Knights. Military History: The Clone Wars Traumatic Experiences: Most of the Jedi Order being destroyed and losing his only home. Jedi/Sith/General Grievous Only Lightsaber Blade Color: Blue (1), Red (2). Kieran wields two lightsabers, the blue blade a symbol of the light side and the red blade a symbol of the dark side. Lightsaber Type: Dual/Two Lightsabers Hilt Description: Kieran’s lightsabers have black-dyed leather grips and hilts made of alchemically treated gold. A message on the two hilts reads: There is no death, There is only the Force -----signature----- "Quis custodiet ipet custodiet?" - Bashar Miles Teg
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