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Nefertiti Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 10:26am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Dexter Jettster and Jocasta Nu Melinda’s Glory “We are not the masks we wear. But if we don them, do we not become them?” It was late. The stars twinkled on and off as she watched them. Thinking about the future. Her future here and elsewhere. The Melinda purred her satisfaction and all was well with the galaxy. For now. Jocasta could feel the thrum of Melinda’s contentment through her feet on the deck. These early mornings were Jocasta salvation. No cold looks from Marina. No “making” conversation from Dex. Her ease had increased through the long months of exile. Exile from her home. From her people. She knew somewhere out there Yoda was surviving. Somehow he has collected leftover Jedi and was keeping them safe. If she needed to, she could “go” there, to Kamino, but now was not the time. Movement in the galley brought her to her fullest attention. Dex. He was going to ask her again. She was going to turn him down. Again. Then they would do their dance. When had she a Dex started dancing? The sadness in her eyes confirmed for her the need to leave. Soon. “Jo, how’s it going?” “All quiet, Dex. What are you doing up so early?” In his hands he held her two boxes. She smiled thinking about what was in them. Who was represented. How much they meant to her. He placed them on the helm console. “Jo, I want to find Obi-wan. Will you ask the kid?” Looking him in the eyes, she shook her head slowly. “No, Dex, I won’t.” Standing she stretched, without needing to and walked around to the forward window. “We do this, what? Every week now. I tell you the same thing. I won’t see him again, Dex.” She walked to him and placed her hand on his arm. “I’ll never see him again, Dex. That’s just the way it has to be.” Dex had hung his head when he heard her answer, but he knew what it would be. Nodding his acknowledgment, “I know, but I had to ask. And Jo it will be the last time I ask.” He paused. She heard a deep sigh. “My next question is will you help me find him? Help me find Obi-wan?” She leaned her back against the bulkhead and watched the fold of her dress move as she moved her leg. Here was another path diversion. If she agreed, they would search for Obi-wan and along the way help where needed. She thought they would become more involved with the Resistance. Not that it was the wrong thing. It just meant fighting against…him. A fight she would never win. And Celeste would get hurt. And they would find out that Obi-wan was dead. Not that she knew it for sure. Dex thought being a ghost meant you know “stuff”. Not true, she knew only what she knew. There were no special abilities beyond those she had learned and was still learning. As she grew stronger, she tried to “look” ahead, but no, that was not to be. Looking at him, she knew that if she turned him down, he would go it alone. With Marina. She would have to leave them. They had become her family. She couldn’t leave them. Yet. Lifting her chin, she asked, “What’s with the boxes?” “I’ve been wanting to ask you about them for a long time. I knew you were going to say no, again, and I wanted to have something else to talk about.” “Dex, why are we working to find things to say to each other? What has happened to us?” “He happened, Jo. You happened. Why can’t you see that what went on here between you, him and that thing, changed things between us?” “How, Dex, tell me how they changed? I will never let anything happen to you. Or Marina. I trust you completely – no reservations. Is it different for you?” He ambled to the galley and picking up her boxes, she followed. This was a moment she dreaded. Dex had this moment to think about what he would say. It would be hard. Poured java and foolishly raised his cup to her, “Want a cup?” they both laughed. That tension broken, he sat at the table, “Jo, I remember pulling you into the diner that afternoon. From that instant my life changed, for the better. Obi-wan started that transformation and you have added to it. When people look at me they see…a Beleskic. Ugly and stupid, they generally believe they can take advantage of me. Obi-wan never did. And neither did you. The two of you, with so much courage – to face insurmountable odds and to still have faith. I want to learn how to do that – to have faith.” Jocasta smiled, “Dex, I remember Obi-wan talking about you. So often he would tell stories about your “adventures” – we would laugh and he would tell me that I needed to meet you. That we would be good friends. He wasn’t wrong. When I look at you I see a Beleskic, because that is what you are. But how anyone could stop there, could make a judgment about you based on how you look, is alien to me.” she dropped her head, “I can’t find out about Obi-wan, Dex. I’m afraid to know. I’m afraid that he’s gone and it will hurt so much. I’m afraid that I will have to add just one more thing to such a long list.” She looked at him, there were tears in her eyes as she whispered, “If I don’t know, then there is hope.” He stood up and moved to her. With all of his heart he wanted to hold her. To somehow comfort her. He reached his hand out to touch her, but… nothing. She looked at him and smiled. He turned because he didn’t want her to see the anger. He couldn’t comfort her - the kid had taken care of that, too. He sat back down and pulled the boxes to him. Jocasta watched each move. His finger tracing the lip of the box. She could hear his breathing. In her heart, she knew he had done for her when she had asked to help Anakin. Now she needed to do for him. “Ok, Dex. Where do we start?” Tag: Anyone -----signature----- .
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darkjedi8906 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 10:33am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Atrus LOCATION: Nar Shadaa A deep shriek reverberated in the atmosphere of the gods-foresaken planet as Atrus blew out of Hyperdpace near the planet Nar Shadaa. Atrus flipped a few switches on the control board and brought the yoke into balance, as he made his landing descent. In the past year he had looked all over the galaxy in his desire to find someone who could show him what to do about his new found 'problem." All he found were sights that fueled his hatred even more then before! Atrus had become a cold hearted man and a disillusioned one. The tenets of the Jedi barely held him anymore. His countenance, his physical appearance bespoke his jaded outlook: his hair was grown to haphazardly to his shoulders and on his left cheek he bore a cross shaped scar - a reminder that compassion was not a particularly useful quality for a man in his position. Bringing his ship down in the nearest docking bay, Atrus reached out in the force to see if anyone on the worthless planet could help him. Suprisingly he felt the presence of someone strong in the darkside. By the feel of him, he was nearby in a seedy looking Cantina. Crossing the dark and littered pedestrian mall, Atrus threw his cloak on over his shoulders and tucked his lightsaber into his sleeve. It was best not to leave it hanging at hip where the locals would surely see it and try for a bounty. Yet, he would not be without it. It was useful to keep around in case he had to "persuade" someone. Tag Umbrus -----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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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 11:21am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/4/05 11:30am (4 edits total) Edited By: LordDarthUmbrus
	IC: Malien Encantor Location: A Salacious Starport Tavern and Night Club on Nar Shadaa The man-shadow sat in his darkened booth observing. Something he knew how to do oh so well. Being after being came and went from the tavern. Such dark thoughts behind the masks of faces of every description and morphology. The Master's bidding had brought Malien Encantor to this lost place. To this hole of a world, Nar Shadaa. The Master had forseen that this world would bare fruit for the Empire and, more importantly, for the Sith. A wretched hive of scum and villany, Nar Shadaa had always been. A place where the cycle of greed, pain, and death played out minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day . . . millenia by millenia. This place knew that Dark Side well. It was a veritable well spring of it. Malien Encantor could call it . . . home. The agent of darkness's eyes caught on to a disheveled looking creature that walked through the door. The Gamorrean at the door that had blocked the creature's enterance wanting his 'cover' charge soon learned to regret his error. The sting of the Force flowed from the young human. Encantor's eyes narrowed. A Jedi. The darkness of the canteen seemed to pull itself more closely about the shadow-man. Though in robes befitting a Jedi, the young man could not really be mistaken for one. He looked as deparate and lost as the rest of the denizens of this place. He veritably reeked of anger and of confusion. His tattered robes reflected his condition along with his bewhiskered muzzle and his overgrown hair. The Master had been right, as always. This planet harbored ripe fruit indeed. Inside Malien's fetted mind a demonic hiss of satisfaction resounded, a sound that found quiet expression through his teeth. Dead . . . or alive, this one would soon be a Sith trophy Malien thought with relish. A wicked half-smile crept up his face. A red glow manifested in Malien's pupils. ~\|\|Over heeere! Behiiind you. The Caaandle.\|\|~ A breathy whisper echoed in the Force directed at the young Jedi. The candle in a red glass on Malien's table lit by itself as the Jedi turned, looking behind him for the source of the voice in his head. Malien had hooked his fish. Tag: Atrus -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed." - Chingachgook ~~~ SDO
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darkjedi8906 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 12:31pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC:Atrus Location: Cantina Atrus heard but he wasn't giving quarter to anyone stupid enough to think he would waltz on into the web. He smirked and didn't turn his head, but took in what he could peripherally Seeing a space open up at the bar he laid down some credits and pointed to a drink already on the bar, indicated he'd have the same, then he turned to take in what might transpire. If the fellow with the allergy to light wanted anything from Atrus, he was going to have to declared himself and be a bit more polite and show his face. Atrus had some diplomatic experience and there was no point starting a conversation at disadvantage... Tag Umbrus -----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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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 1:11pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Master Mundi LOCATION: "Temple" on Kamino "Come", said the Master and he gestured for the two to enter the facility. The stumped the wet from their boots and shook their cloaks free of as much water as they could. "You both look a wee bit peeked. Let's repair to the commissary, I think we've some broth and bread for you, then you can rest a bit before you debrief with Master Yoda. "Well, come on now, we've plenty to eat." Perhaps the two were simply overjoyed and overwhelmed at finally reaching their destination. He knew the feeling; the joy at finding survivors and the sudden flux of memories. He ushered the two into a softly lit low ceilinged room that had a run of transparisteel bending about one outer and curved wall. the tables were low and one sat on pads upon the floor. It was warm and inviting and the Cerean had excused himself as he'd gone to bring them food and to find General Secura. When the Master returned, he had a heady broth and vegetables and bread and other delicacies; simple staples but always welcome for those returning and in need of nurture. Seating himself, Ki Adi sat silently to let the two take everything in, while he sipped his tea. TAG: Ayala Secura, Anoran Nexon, and Kieren d'Cannith -----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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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 1:21pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Malien Encantor Location: The Hive of Scum and Villany He was wiley, this one. The bait, not appetizing enough? Or perhaps it was, but the prey was too timid to take it immediately. It was well, Malien would have doubted the success of a future Marauder that would so quickly snap at what was possibly a snare. Malien smiled at the Jedi as he nonchalantly put credits down for a drink. The credits leapt of their own accord off the bar and landed ringingly onto the floor. Before there could be any reaction twelve drunkards of various species were piling one on the other to get at the meager offering. Malien chuckled under his breath as he looked on in amusement. ~\\Oh come now, my friend. If I'd wanted you dead you would be so already. I sense questions in you . . . Jedi. YEEEess, I know who you are. Despite the mighty price on your head you are spared because there is a spark of something mooore . . . in you. Something great the Jedi cannot touch.\\~ The Force sending was maddeningly calm and bemused sounding, but with it came a coldness. The coldness of a numbing hatred deeply controlled and keenly focused. A darkness that lent a vibration in the Force that made it seem more powerful, somehow. More alive. Dark Side power. Cold and hot, like fire in a snow storm. ~\\Your loss has been a revelation to you, my Jedi friend. You are on the verge of a great discovery . . . in power. But then again . . . \\~ ". . . why not enjoy your drink." Malien finished his sentence verbally as he set a large denominational credit down next to Atrus's hand . . . along with a black Infocard with a strange red emblem on it with a name and a comm number. Umbrus. 8-87-99-666 The man who had bought Atrus' drink walked out the door into the Nar Shadaa night. Tag: Atrus -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed." - Chingachgook ~~~ SDO
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FlamingBladeSaber Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 8/4/05 1:25pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Anaron Nexon - Kamino, Temple. Anaron slurped away his broth, not taking much interesting in the bread. He couldn't revive the old mysterious broth his mother used to prepare for him that always burnt his tongue thin of flavour and moisture. He used to eat a lot back home, but no-one could ever really tell. Anaron's eyes measured with hapiness of seeing his master. He'd almost finished half the dish and begun only two or so minutes ago. The temple looked posh, the white tiled walls shone brightly from the iluminate lights burning from the ceiling onto the polished floor. The Jedi was a contrast, coloured in dark brown robes with the usualy cream clothing underneath. The same clothing as every member of the jedi would garnment themselves with. "This is a meal too fine to express Master Mund. Thank you." "How are the others?" He asked, looking towards Ki-Adi. He spoke softly, he'd been through a long hard day and now wasn't the time to listen up for bad news, he had hoped they would've coped well during his absence, but they obviously hadn't been together for a long time. TAG: Ki-Adi-Mundi, D'Cannith and Aayla. -----signature----- Bad spellers of the world - Untie! The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance!
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KOTORFan8 Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 8/4/05 1:42pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Kieran d’ Cannith Kamino, 1 year and 23 days after the inception of the Empire "My fellow brethren, I'm glad to have returned and to speculate you all in safe hands. I know not of what has happened to this day but the Republic have shattered our trust in all." Anaron’s voice was a mix of disappointment and happiness; Kieran nodded to him, the smile disappearing to be replaced with a stern expression. "Perhaps we should go inside, the tide is getting viscous and I'm wet enough as it is." "Come" Master Mundi gestured for the two Jedi to enter, smiling at the two. The three Jedi left the landing pad, entering the city. "You both look a wee bit peeked. Let's repair to the commissary, I think we've some broth and bread for you, then you can rest a bit before you debrief with Master Yoda. "Well, come on now, we've plenty to eat." Of course, Master Yoda had to know where he had been for the past year. It was important that Jedi Order have all the information it greatly needed. They came into a softly, lit room and Ki-Adi left, returning with a small platter of various foods and tea. Kieran took a small cup of tea, sipping it quietly. The other two did the same. Soon after, Anaron spoke, setting his cup down. "This is a meal too fine to express Master Mundi. Thank you." As Anaron spoke, Kieran let a smile come to his lips again as he nodded at Master Mundi, notifying his thanks. The Jedi Padawan continued. "How are the others?" Kieran sat back in his seat, taking in the room. He had noticed that the Twi’lek Jedi Knight, Aayla Secura had come and he gave her a brief smile. The Jedi Knight looked towards Master Mundi as the Jedi Master spoke. TAG: Ki-Adi, Anaron, Aayla -----signature----- "Quis custodiet ipet custodiet?" - Bashar Miles Teg
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 1:50pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Imperial March Plays IC: Grand Moff Tarkin, Captain Piett, Colonel Veers Location: Bridge, HIMS Excelsior, High Orbit, Obroa-Skaii High Above the plains world of Obroa Skaii, a massive arsenal floated ominously in High Orbit. Seven Massive Wedges, dark splinters of the Empire's new and unstopable power. The seven Imperial Star Destroyers arrayed around the peaceful library world were running a flawless blockade of the planet, preventing any any all incoming and outgoing traffic. The new ships were massive, dominating the space around them. Their test statistics and immediate battle results indicated that the ships were neigh unstopable against their civilian counterparts. This here was the first functional group of Imperial Star Destroyers commissioned by Kuat Drive Yards, dubbed the "1st Imperial Expeditonary Fleet." The Yards were furiously releasing Star Destroyers, at the dizzying rate of one per week. And at the head of this fleet, a year older, a year wiser, was Grand Moff Tarkin. Tarkin stood, like an Angel of Doom, staring down at the beseiged planet. Obroa-Skaii was one of the first slated to fall under the Empire's new "Reclamation Project." A lush core world, the planet was well known for its extensive libraries and educated inhabitants. It would be a fine addition to the New Order. Its information would serve vital in the next stages of the New Order, when the fleet began moving against more rimward worlds. "Sir?" A voice behind him inquired. Tarkin turned to see his protege and now partner, Captain Piett standing behind him. "The Chancellor is offering a peace treaty. He proposes access to the Obroa-Skaii main databanks for the removal of our Fleet from their system." Tarkin scowled. "Tell them once again no Captian, and that they are trying my patience. In accordance with the tenets of the New Order, only complete and utter surrender will suffice the Emperor's mandates." Piett bowed and turned back to the Comms station. But Tarkin had enough of this, it was time to turn the screws on the University Chancellor. He pressed a comm button, and a holo of a younger man, pressed in Imperial Army Uniform appeared. "Colonel Veers." Tarkin said. "Move your Walker Divisions up to the gates of Eternia City. Destroy all resistance you meet, but do not take the city as of yet. I want in too beseiged and surrounded. Let the Chancellor know that we are making him an offer he cannot refuse." "Yes Grand Moff." Veers said with a salute. The Comm dissappeared. Tarkin slowly and methologically walked back to the viewport of the Star Destroyer. Ah world subjugation.... how he loved it so. Obroa-Skaii would fall under the hammer of the Empire. TAG: No One -----signature----- In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 8/4/05 2:05pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/4/05 2:47pm (2 edits total) Edited By: master-of-les-pauls
	ic the Lars family location-tatooine "So what did you wish for Luke" Owen said standing behind Luke "I wish for mama!"Luke said turning to look into his Uncles eye "Errrr, you wanna take this one Beru?" Owen said walking awayfrom the boy more than a litle nervous Beru fixed Owen with a scowl as he started to move away from the boy, "Luke you know Mamas comming to see you in a few weeks......" before she could finish Luke butted in "WANT MAMMA NOW!" "Luke!, stop it or you wont be opening your presents and your freinds can go home" Beru said sweetly and softly "WANT MAMA"with that Luke streched his hands out and the cake seemed to move slighty "WANT MAMA"the cake moved some more. Beru stood there almost opened mouthed ,she didnt see that, did she? surly her eyes where playing tricks on her. "Luke stop it or your going straight to bed" Beru said much firmer tone this time "Listen to your Aunt Luke or no presents" Owen said turning back from the kitchen to face Luke Beru waited for Owen to turn his back and go back into the kitchen and moved the cake once again in to the centre of the table.Then Owen cam back into the room with a tray full of drinks for the kids. "WANT MAMA"Luke shouted even louder and this time he pushed his hands out even further, Beru and Owen where left speachless at what happend next, the cake started to move again, "MAMA" and with those last words the cake came crashing down onto the lounge floor "Beru I think you better call the kids parents and tell them to get there kids" Beru just stood there in total shock "BERU!" "Yes, yes"Beru said in a daze more to come -----signature----- Leader of the Jtc Pilot in the rebel alliance, Red 5 reporting in Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy at war Luke Skywalker the son of the Suns "None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am" - Luke Skywalker
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DARTH_GOLLUMSMEAGOL Registered: Sep '03	Date Posted: 8/4/05 2:06pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/4/05 2:46pm (4 edits total) Edited By: DARTH_GOLLUMSMEAGOL
	"Pasha Approved" Name: Infarius --Age: 28 ---Gender: Male ----Species: human -----Eye Color: gray/red ------Hair Color and Style: long pontail, rest of the head is bald -------Skin Complexion: very pale --------Clothing: wears a vest, open, no shirt, black pants, black boots ---------Physique: 6'1 259lbs ----------Personality: Not born evil, but made that way -----------Quirks: extreme hatred for all jedi ------------Force Sensitive: Yes Personal Ship -Name: The Black Flame --Class: Sith infiltrator ---Exterior Description: All black ----Interior Description: -----Weapon Systems: twin modified rapid lasers, photon torpedo launchers, aft and stern ------Crew Compliment: None -------Hyperspace Capability: yes --------Misc. Specs.: able to cloak Biography -Brief History: Once a leader of a local Militia on Corellia, Infarius was mortally wounded by a rougue Jedi. He is partially bionic. His entire Right arm and his right lung are bionic, the lower half of his face is covered in a vocabulater and rebreather. Though he knows he must be force sensative, he is still raw. He has honed his reflexes and has some native abilities such as telekenesis, but he is relatively untrained. He is entering the Naval Academy in hopes that he will be recognized and trained by the only force sensitive still sanctioned by the Empire, Lord Darth Vader. --Military History: 7 years in Correlian Militia ---Traumatic Experiences: See above Jedi/Sith/General Grievous Only -Lightsaber Blade Color: One is silver, the other is Red --Lightsaber Type: Uses one normal length saber in his right hand (red) and one that is about eight inches long (silver) in his left ---Hilt Description: Both Hilt are featureless and black with one red power button IC: Infarius Location: Devastator Infarius smiled to himself, he was in his stateroom on the Devastator. It had been four long years since that fateful day on Corillia, that Jedi scum had taken away so much, but given back even more. In a morbid kind of way he had to thank the stunted slime, for if it were not for those actions, taking his arm and lung, he certainly would not have the advantages he has with the bionic implants. He would not have the intense hatred he had for all jedi. He would not have the plan that he did. ,Infarius had entered the academy in hopes that Lord Vader would pick up on his force sensitivity. The 2nd Battle of Malove was his first tour of duty and he have worked aboard the Devastator since moving himself up through the ranks. Today his day had finnaly come, he was being promoted to Head of Security for the Bridge. Infarius knew he had great potential, but the thing he wanted more than anything else, was to kill. It is widely known in the right circles that the Emporer is still hunting the Jedi, and Infarius knew, he could feel, that he would be perfect for this. He looked down on the seat next to him, his twin saber handles almost invisible against the black interior. One was full length and glowed crimson red, the other was about eight inches, and was silver-bladed. Both Hilts were featureless, just inanimate carbon rods, totaly black, save the red of the power switch. The time had come, Infarius moved silently through the corridors towards the bridge. There he was! Lord Vader, just inside the door speaking with Admiral Leitman, probably some kind of status report form the Excelsior, and the blockade above Obroa-Skaii. Infarius was then waved over. Leitman spoke:"Lord Vader this is Lt. Col. Infarius, I have appointed him head of bridge security for the time being"Infarius smiled and said "It is an honor my Lord Vader" Tag: Lord Vader -----signature----- Sir "I got *** on my mommy" of the 3SA Sarcasm Knights RIP Snowman
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LadyWhilla Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 8/4/05 4:16pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Kamino Temple IC: Aayla Secura and Master Yoda Aayla nodded to Anaron, and Kieren. Hearing Anaron ask about the others, she reached for a piece of fruit and glanced to Master Mundi. The 'others' in Aayla's mind were her clan of younglings. She had named them the Tchin clan, Tchin meaning right lekku in Twi'leki for the young ones were always by her side. Except for now as this was a meeting for adults. Aayla had grown to care greatly for all of her charges, especially Iresa who had grown considerably in the past year. She was now six and her Force abilities were exceptional. General Secura had indeed changed. Master Yoda began the short trip to the central meeting chamber, stopping to watch a group of younglings in sabre training. He smiled, thinking of the days when so many of these young ones were trained at the Temple on Coruscant. Memories flooded back and Yoda sighed. He continued on his way and by the time he reached his destination his mind had returned to the present and to where it should be. He entered and hobbled towards the group of Jedi. Tag: Anaron, Kieren, Mundi -----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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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 4:31pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Name: Praetorian Darkeyes --Age: 33 ---Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: dark brown ------Hair Color and Style: dark with specks of grey -------Skin Complexion: dark --------Clothing: sections of clone armor, painted in dark grey ---------Physique: athletic ----------Personality: Competent, Intelligent, Straightforward -----------Quirks: quick wit, sense of humor ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: Voodoo One --Class: Lambda-class Imperial shuttle modified ---Exterior Description: Dark grey ----Interior Description: -----Weapon Systems: Five double laser cannons ------Crew Compliment: astromech -------Hyperspace Capability: yes --------Misc. Specs.: Proton torpedo secretly hidden and attached to thermal detonators, for security purposes. -Brief History: Son of a weapons artisan. Became an apprentice at the age of 4. --Military History: Joined the Republic’s Academy. Trained in SpecOps, and became a CO of a Recon unit. Believes in the rebellion and has the utmost respect for the Jedi. ---Traumatic Experiences: His wife and daughters were "in the way" during order 66 and shot without compunction by the Republic's clones on the day the Empire was born. Grief stricken and swearing revenge, he disappeared and from that day began to roam the galaxy. Watched as his homeworld was ravaged by the CIS, and therefore despises the CIS. Name: Titus Raccolto --Age: 32 ---Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: green ------Hair Color and Style: black with gray sideburns -------Skin Complexion: dark --------Clothing: dark green commando uniform, blaster on either hip ---------Physique: bulky, athletic ----------Personality: a bull in a china shop, gruff, Straightforward -----------Quirks: sense of humor ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: Thunderbutt One --Class: Z-95ER Headhunter ---Exterior Description: black ----Interior Description: Single-seat fighter, compartment for all the explosive goodies -----Weapon Systems: Triple blasters, concussion missiles ------Crew Compliment: astromech -------Hyperspace Capability: yes --------Misc. Specs.: -Brief History: Farmer from the planet Thrae (same as Praetorian) --Military History: Joined the Republic’s Academy. Trained in SpecOps, and became a masterchief of a Special Reactions Team. He has known Praetorian for 7 years. They are good friends. ---Traumatic Experiences: Lost the farm to a fierce battle between droids and clones, signed up for service in the Republic’s army. Name: Vrux “Wizard” Itzli --Age: 30 ---Gender: Female ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: hazel ------Hair Color and Style: fiery red, shoulder length -------Skin Complexion: fair --------Clothing: red flight suit ---------Physique: athletic ----------Personality: Competent, Intelligent, instinctive -----------Quirks: gutsy, sense of humor ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: BOHICA --Class: E-Wing Starfighter ---Exterior Description: white ----Interior Description: -----Weapon Systems: Three heavy laser cannons ------Crew Compliment: R7 astromech -------Hyperspace Capability: yes --------Misc. Specs.: Proton torpedo secretly hidden and attached to thermal detonators, for security purposes. -Brief History: Fighter pilot. Flies from the seat of her pants, completely unpredictable. Nothing by the book. --Military History: Joined the Republic’s Academy. Trained as a fighter pilot. ---Traumatic Experiences: None -----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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darkjedi8906 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 4:59pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/4/05 4:59pm (1 edits total) Edited By: darkjedi8906
	IC:Atrus Location: Cantina Atrus grinned as if he had won a sabbac jackpot. After a year of being looked down on and having to be cruel and cold to the worlds around him, someone wanted him for his power and someone wanted him alive... After a drink, Atrus walked out of the cantina and patting the gammorian guard on the head before sending him hurling back into the bar. Outside he punched in the comlink frequency "Alright Umbrus you have 10 minutes of my time... Tag: Umbrus -----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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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 8/4/05 6:04pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 8/4/05 6:40pm (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Lord Darth Vader LOCATION: the bridge of the Devastator “Yes, Lt. Col.? I assume you have something to convey,” said Anakin quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching with a bemused smile. He, of course, sensed the man aboard over the past year; a raw talent, but fairly strong for one untrained. Anakin pressed his lips together quickly out of habit, and lifted his bent head from the data pad that Leitman have proffered and took a deep breath. It wasn’t necessary to look at him. He’d made note of Infarius, strong build, medium height, clean, receding hairline – Anakin snorted softly, after all, his pate would one day be bare as well for all the mane he sported now. For his perfect comportment, Infarius was ill at ease in the crisp uniform of His Imperial Majesty’s Navy. And at the moment, he was a very eager man. “Thank you Admiral,” he said dismissing Leitman with a grin. He smirked to himself and peered out of the view port. Grand Moff Tarkin would be thrilled to hear the he was “just passing through.” This was his sandbox and Anakin could imagine the powdered and pomaded Moff dripping condescension and drumming up a studied smile. They really had no reason to linger other than to exchange personnel and technologies. “Well, Infarius,” Lord Vader said, walking to the view port, hands clasped behind his back, “Leitman speaks highly of you. What have you to say for yourself?” The sky was wide open and he would see which wind the man took. Anakin could see that once again, Lord Vader had not matched expectation. His manner quiet and voice the same, Anakin knew many held the perception that he was very young to command in such a position and expected him to run hot and spitting vinegar. Aside from a hardness about the eyes and a few early gray hairs, he still looked in many ways far younger than he was. Having been absent from his gentle wife and their newborn daughter now for 5 months, and having been about the work of “cleansing” the galaxy of Jedi and terrorist, his heart was practiced at laying dormant and buried. He’d begun to worry that when it came time to return to Ursa, to…home, and the very thought of home made him ache and he sighed and resisted the urge to close his eyes, he would be afraid to touch them. It had taken every shred in him to harden himself to the task at hand. Lord Vader turned and settled a hard blue gaze on the security officer. He found he had to engage in such bravado, otherwise, his manner was taken as easy and yielding, and now, he could not afford that. TAG: LT. Col. Infarius -----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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