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The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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Ominous
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Jul '04
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Date Posted:
4/18 10:13am
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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IC: Torian
Location: Officer Guest quarters aboard the Paladin
“Oh, Torian, how unfair to you. You’ve married the Order! I … already so much with which I am confronted…I’m not Master Yoda,” she said finally getting to the point and her voice losing its quiver.
He had to admit to himself that he was ignorant of the Jedi way of life and the Order itself. What he did know revolved around their ability to control their surroundings through thought and not just action. They could bend the mind of others most times, control objects, and wield a lightsaber with ease. Other than that, Torian was completely clueless about all other aspects of the Order. Maybe it was better that way for him. Maybe he chose unconsciously to not learn more about it. If he did have more knowledge of the inner workings of the Jedi Order he would have never touched Emi-to the way he did back on Coruscant; he would have thanked her for getting him out of the lion’s den and left it at that, leaving her alone to take care of herself. However, he saw something in her and couldn’t fight the feelings.
There were a few Jedi he knew that held him up with contempt. Unlike them, he was rash and wild, ready to walk in the valley of death and come out unscathed. Torian was a charging reek with one intention, death and destruction upon all that get in his way. No time to meditate on it, just charge in and kill everyone that was against him. Patience was not a virtue he had.
He sat down beside her and put a hand on her knee, “I didn’t marry the Order, I married you!” He sat back and tried to lighten the situation with a joke, “Besides, Yoda is not my type, the height difference would have never worked.” She let out a small chuckle.
“In all seriousness, I don’t know much about your Order, just you. Well I thought I did, anyways.” He leaned forward and decided to let it out, “Times change and waits for no one. Either you change with it or you get left behind. Sooner of later you are going to have to unlearn whatever you have learned in the Jedi Order.” This was a bold statement, especially coming from a non-Force user such as him.
“All I’m saying is talk to me. Tell me what is bothering you and together we can fix it. Unlike you, I can’t read your thoughts!”
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Date Posted:
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IC: Twenty-One, Seventy-Nine, Maria, Beta, Wraithis’ main hangar.
Location: Waypoint Alpha
In response to the sandtrooper's query about the CAG mentioning Calysta’s hybrid vessel, the prim teenager explained: “He did. She’s a prototype my father built. But what about you? Do you have your own ship?”
Twenty-One nodded out to the hangar area away to the left of the staircase they had just descended, around the corner and towards the sealed aperture through which their shuttles and fighters would be exiting.
“Actually it is quite rare for personnel to come aboard with personal ships. But come this way, I’ll show you my baby, although she is essentially the team’s.”
Moving in the indicated direction, he unwrapped the waxy white wrapper from the mouth-freshening sweetie – Myntti, it said in flowing blue script.
He popped it into his mouth, keeping it open to cope with the initial hyper-cooling sensation as he led the two women towards the centre of the staging area, where they met Seventy-Nine and Beta coming from the barracks, arms weighed down with four Desert Terrain backpacks.
Behind them, Twenty-One could see dozens of men bringing along E-Webs and speeder bikes. Following them, several neoprene and semi-armour-clad seatroopers, squeaking, without hint of embarrassment, towards the shuttles. The latter looked very much like scout-troopers, except their helmets had air tubes, and their propulsion boots had hinged flippers so they could walk normally.
Clearly Madine was serious about going in prepared for anything.
The leader of the Monster Squad halted as he drew abreast of them, looking at Maria. “You better go and put your ‘legs’ on,” he advised her, referring to the armoured pieces that would protect her thighs and calves.
Van Helsing looked crestfallen. “You said the captain was okay with this.”
Seventy-Nine shrugged, and looked apologetic. “Captain Perrinaw, yes. Madine though, wants us ready for all eventualities. Land. Sea.”
“Roller skate on the stairs,” Beta put in helpfully, standing at his sergeant’s shoulder while the seatroopers moved past.
“Space. And as at least one of those features Zero-Gee spacetrooper exo-skeletons, we will need to be fully armoured up to operate them, so do as you are told.”
“Yes, sir.” Maria sighed reluctantly, “Is it alright if I wear that suit they provided on Gripsholme?”
The suit of armour she referred to had thick stripes of girlish pink down the chest and thighs, which suited her, she thought.
The Queen of Naboo, she recalled, had not seemed particularly impressed.
“Whatever. Afterwards, head to Gee Five.”
“Copy.”
Seventy-Nine looked after her as she headed off the way he had come, then turned his attention to Twenty-One and his companion. “So what have we here?”
The sandtrooper went through the introductions again. “ZTA-6479, Sergeant of the Monster Squad. Ensign Calysta Shale, one of our new batch of pilots, sir.”
Seventy-Nine snapped off a smart salute in her direction. “Ensign. I trust my second-in-command is looking after you?”
Someone coughed meaningfully, and Twenty-One expanded on the intro’s.
“Ah, sorry. That’s BTA-0113, junior trooper and resident joker of the Monster Squad. Sir, I am to show her over the shuttles, in case she has to fly one.”
“Alright, carry on.” Seventy-Nine looked to Calysta’s waist and hips. “Ensign, if you are coming in with us, get yourself a sidearm; as we will likely be flying into hostile territory, and none of us will be staying at the ship to guard you.”
“Sir.” As they were now heading towards the row of four blocky, and frankly, bus-like, silvery-grey transports, Twenty-One turned to his student. “This is our fleet of five Gamma-class assault shuttles. Thirty metres long, thirteen wide, and nine high. If you are going to be flying these things, you need to know where you can fit.”
Going close to the hull, he indicated a thick metal gun barrel on the upper rear flank, the cylinder pockmarked with cut-away holes to disperse flashback. “Four Taim & Bak KT6 blaster cannon. And just there, one of four Nordoxicon wave-active tractor beam projectors.” He thumbed his own chestplate. “We used them to rescue surviving TIE fighters from the Battle of Tatooine, when the ship was forced to retreat and leave them behind. You and the other new pilots will be replacing guys we lost there. Any questions so far, Ensign Shale?”
Tag: Calysta Shale
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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Of Calysta Shale in the Wraithis’ main hangar
Calysta had remained silent, but for returning salutes and nods, at her introductions. She felt slightly out of place with the desert trooper squadron, and rather than say something she would regret she had bit her tongue. Still, she admired their ability to joke in the wee hours before a combat situation.
She was finding it hard herself, to even think about flying. Perhaps, she was having beginner’s butterflies, but she made an attempt to act natural, or as natural as she knew.
“I know these ships are slow, Trooper, but just how slow are we talking?”
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~IC~[In order of rank:] Captain Cale Lawson, Captain Malcor Brashin, Second Lieutenant Beri Tulon, Ensign Whemberley, Fondor Chief Engineer Florence Arno, Vince Mathous.
Region: Bestine System
Location: Trade Federation Battleship, Haka'tak - Inner Starboard hanger - Zone 3
Vince watched from him position on one of the detached wings of the enemy landing craft as the intruder entered the hanger. A large, stocky bipedal mechanical strutted over the barricade and into the hanger. Three thick 'toes' on both feet give it stability. Connected to its chunky legs sat a rectangular cab with twin laser cannons. Behind the windscreen of the cab, Vince could see a Stormtrooper at the controls.
"Hey! Its one of ours!"
They repelled down to the hanger floor to greet the newcomer.
"AT-PT ready for duty." The AT-PT driver's voice came over their com frequency. "Captain Brashin and Major Hathern asked us to give you guys some assistance. Maybe too late as it looks like you guys seen some action already."
Standing in awe at the vehicle, Ensign Whemberley couldn't believe his eyes. "What is it?" He asked.
"Its a AT-PT; an All Terrain Personal Transport." Esk Leader answered the officer before turning to the vehicle. "Are there more of you?"
"One more and a squad of troopers along with our shuttle over at the port hanger." The driver answered. "Good thing I came as there was another company of droids heading your way. They didn't see what hit them."
"We are trapped by this blast door." Esk Leader pointed to the Triton. "We have wounded and need to get them out of here. Is there room for you to take them out on your shut-"
Esk Leader paused mid sentence and placed a hand to the side of his helmet and then nodded. "I've got word from Cresh Squad, we have the bridge."
A loud clang followed by metallic groaning cried out from the blast door behind them. Slowly it opened up and they could see the trail of destruction the explosion had caused the first two zones of the hanger. To their left they saw the crumpled remains of the Zenith with the crew waiting outside.
"Get them over here. We are getting them out."
* * * * * * * * *
Location: Trade Federation Battleship, Haka'tak - Computer Core
"Just out of curiosity, how many grenades you all got left?" Cale asked.
"Why do you ask?" Tulon took out the depleted powerpack from his E-11 and inserted a new one.
"Planning ahead for my first requisition form. I've lost track of how many you guys used already." Cale then aimed his blaster and shot the head off another battle droid that got too close. "Plan B anyone? We can't stay here forever."
"Just keep firing and hope we don't run out of ammo." Tulon answered.
"Or have our weapons sieze up." Another trooper commented and threw his jammed E-11 at the droids and pulled out his side arm.
More shots rang out, the amount of lasers intensified. This time it was not directed at the Imperials but at the droids. It hit the droids that filled the catwalk ahead of them, from their flank.
"What on earth?" Florence shook her head in disbelief.
A voice came over their comlinks. "Besh Squad got you covered. You guys called for assistance?"
* * * * * * * * *
Besh squad mopped up the remaining droids and secured the area when they received word from Sergeant Millen.
"I hear you Sergeant, take your prisoners and get them out of there." Tulon ordered and turned to Besh leader. "Things are looking up for a change."
Florence quickly got to work on the console and shifted through the data. Cale hovered over her shoulder, curious to see her at work.
"How is it?" Cale inquired.
She sighed and rubbed her temple. "There is too much information here to download. We don't have the time. I have to cut it down to the most important information to transfer."
"Can't we just 'message' it to our ship?" Cale asked.
"Message?" Florence murmured.
"Isn't this ship one big communications array? Controls the droids, A.I. and other things." Cale asked.
It sparked a solution in her mind. "My god. You're right."
"I am? Of course."
"Yes." Florence flexed her fingers. "I can upload it to their communications array and forward it to the Ulysses. Piece of cake."
"Then we can get out of here."
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Location: Immobilizer-418 Interdictor Cruiser, Incarcerator
The bridge crew of Interdictor Incarcerator watched in horror as they witness a large explosion erupt from the bridge of the Ulysses. They sat in silence as the images were broadcasted over the non critical monitors. Captain Brashin snapped out of being shocked and turned back to the com station.
"Open frequency to the Ulysses now." Brashin ordered. "Ulysses, this is Captain Brashin, please respond... Lieutenant Haywood, are you there?"
There was still no answer. On the monitor he saw that the fireball was gone and pieces of shrapnel floated about the superstructure. Brashin repeated his words over the frequency, everyone else anxiously held their breath and hoped that someone would answer.
After five minute of trying, Brashin shook his head in defeat.
"Turn it off." He ordered the com officer to stop broadcasting.
The officer reached up to turn it off when a gut feeling inside stopped him. Five seconds later the monitor indicated that they are receiving a signal.
"Sir?" The officer asked.
"Put it through." Brashin snapped.
A holographic figure of a woman in uniform appeared before them.
["Captain Brashin."] She smiled.
"Lieutenant Haywood. Glad to see you are among the living." Brashin nodded and tried to keep the grin off his face. "Everything fine?"
["That was to close for comfort."] Haywood clasped her hands behind her back. ["Everyone is fine, a little shaken up. Nice going with the missile. Took out the bastards before they could do serious damage."]
"How bad was it? We saw a large explosion."
["The explosion was from the buzzards going up in smokes. The only damage we sustained from that is only cosmetic. Viewports have blackened which leaves visibility from them difficult."] She explained.
"Ah." Brashin nodded.
["Hate to be the unlucky person who has to scrub that mess off."] Haywood shifted in the holo. ["Anyway, reason I called, apart from letting you know we survived, I was wondering-."
Brashin knew what she was going to say. "None. We can't keep waiting. We have to act now."
Haywood nodded as though she understood but Brashin could tell she was upset. ["Five minutes. Please give them more time."]
"Five minutes." Brashin agreed. "Then we act."
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IC: Commodore Jill Valentine, Sullustan chief engineer, rear engine block, Aysberg
The captain’s voice came over the public address speaker for Engineering:
“Commodore, we will be reverting at Bestine in the next fifteen minutes if you want to join me on the bridge.”
Valentine looked across to the Chief Engineer, enquiring as to the nearest wall comm-panel. He directed her to a square red panel with voice-pickup grille and two knobs, by the door she had entered through.
She crossed to it, pressing her face close to the grill for better reception.
“Captain. I will stay down this end; no sense us both being on the bridge.”
“Copy that, Commodore. Bridge out.”
She turned to the shorter Sullustan. “Aurora G’Oh is a good officer, but I will still need eyes and ears.”
The Chief Engineer nodded to the back of the long chamber. “I can set you up in Shield Generation. It’s a bit exposed at the top of the ship, but it’ll be the hub where the shield is strongest, so should be relatively safe. Plus, I can work on it at ground zero.”
Valentine gave a terse nod. “What are we waiting for?”
“Right.” The engineer turned and swept a couple of hefty-looking boxes of hard red and yellow plastic off the deck, and placed the black webbing connecting them over one shoulder. “Guys, I’ll be up in Shield Gen’.”
The other five, also in SoroSuub-red coveralls, nodded or waved back, as Valentine’s contact led her to the blast door at the far end, which slid aside as he ran a card-key down through a security read-slot.
He moved forwards to the bank of turbolifts, while Jill brought up the rear, flip-flops slapping at the deck.
She knew they were really not suitable footwear for shipboard, but distress calls have a habit of not giving you time to pack.
Still, they would likely only be in the Danger Zone for however long it took for Incarcerator and Ullyses to turn around and nose past the frigate in the other direction.
She had thought of the two ships’ names so often that they were starting to feel familiar to her, even though she had never heard of either ship until a frustrated Rebaxan-Columni mouse droid, tracking her SPS, had rolled under her salon bed a couple times before she’d asked if it was looking for her.
The turbolift came and took them up five floors, to the top of the engine module.
“Reversion in ten minutes. All available gunnery crews to your stations. Sullustan engineers, thank you for your efforts; if you will please report to damage control stations. All V-Wing crews to Ready One stage.”
The matt grey doors slid aside, to show an area of the ship devoid of people, but with various storage containers and packing crates packed against the walls, and a patina of packing detritus over the floor.
“Guess people don’t come up here much.” The Sullustan remarked, arching his eyebrows at the Imperial.
She noticed that his packs, though clearly heavy, were not even making him breathe hard.
“Captain G’oh’s crew will clean this up during the trip back to Lok.”
“Sure.”
“They will!” She shrilled defensively, then averted her gaze at how easily he had gotten her on her back foot. “So, where now?”
He hefted the cargo over to the centre of the deck, where he stood at the base of an odd looking ladder heading off at a steep angle into an almost chimney-like shaft in the ceiling. The four sides of the square shaft were panelled in reflective metal.
The ladder itself was essentially a shiny pole with vanes sticking out on the right and the left for someone to haul themselves up.
“Ladies first.”
Valentine gestured for him to precede her. “No. After you, Chief.”
The brightly coloured cases bounced against his midriff as he shrugged them. “Not practical, Commodore. If I drop these, you could get hurt.”
“I could-”
“Just get up the damn ladder, woman!”
Valentine was a dozen rungs up and deep into the shaft before she realised what had happened, but it was too late to reverse. One hand after the other, she ascended the ladder.
His own hands five rungs beneath her sandals, the Chief Engineer took full and complete advantage to study the back of her thighs, the muscles and tendons contracting and relaxing under the pale, utterly un-Sullustan, but still quite pretty, flesh.
“You looking at my legs, Chief?” She enquired daringly, with an impish smile only she could see.
“No dancing girls, remember.”
“If we live through this, rescue those ships, and get back to your world, I will pay for the dancing girls. You choose the venue.”
Still staring up and drinking in the view, he told the Imperial official, “Yeah, that’ll be fine for my men, but I want the best; I want YOU.”
Unbidden heat suffusing her cheeks, she pointed out what she saw as a flaw to his plan: “I don’t know how to pole dance.”
“Oh that’s okay, I’ll show you. Plenty of time for lessons while your other vessels are getting repaired.”
The two of them continued in silence for a while, and then Jill was climbing out into a cramped enclosed area with slanting walls and ceiling, and a massive generator of some type filled up one side of the room, humming pleasantly.
‘JC-671’ was etched into the gleaming carapace.
The Sullustan climbed after her, emerging. He immediately directed her to a chair that sat several feet from a desk cluttered with dust-covered rubbish, detritus that he swept off with a determined forearm.
“Sit there. Don’t touch anything.” He told her, turning to set down the boxes.
Valentine watched him speculatively as he set to work, bringing clamshell design computers and datapads out of the first box.
She recognised that she had always gravitated towards powerful men, but up until now, she had always assumed that to be limited to humans!
The Kamino-based Admiral had seemed the perfect fit, what with her being a commodore and all. His authority, however, was implied, being in charge of a fleet of a hundred Star Destroyers and support vessels; but this one, he had just upped and ordered her up the ladder.
She narrowed her eyes. “You can really teach me to dance on a pole?”
“I wasn’t always an engineer.”
“Reversion in one minute and counting. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight-”
“Oh please,” The Sullustan complained lightly as he brought out some thick, dark cables, and proceeded to daisy chain the ‘pads. “don’t count through the whole minute.”
There was the terrible lurch of a sudden deceleration, and he sprawled across the desk, trying to catch himself from falling between her and the desk, even as Valentine swivelled to move her legs out of the way.
“Sounds like they heard you!” She smiled. Seated, the sudden slowdown didn’t bother her as much as it did him, at least physically. “I’m going to need that contact with the bridge. Look, do you have a name?”
“Carab Tunb. You?”
“Jill Valentine. Hello Carab.”
“Hi Jill. The quieter you are, the fast I work.”
She watched the short humanoid setting out four datapads, open them so their blank screens faced her, and move behind them, affixing cables and pressing buttons as if performing some kind of esoteric tea ceremony.
They could hear warning klaxons echoing throughout the ship, though the nearest point was down the ladder.
“I reall-”
Carab put up a finger for her, and carried on beavering away. The right-most computer emitted a low beep as he turned it on, and he backed out of the way as writing and images scrolled up the screen.
“Okay, we have external sensors.”
He turned on another screen. “Internal systems, shields, weapons, environment, communications.” The Sullustan leaned over and tapped a button, among the morass of them. “And sound.”
“-ay sharp, people. We have comrades in distress.” Captain G’Oh’s voice emitted from the speaker on one of the ‘pads, as Valentine budged her chair forwards, closer to the screens. “Tactical, scan for the ships. Incarcerator’s interdiction field must have knocked us out of hyperspace a bit early, so you might have to use long range sweeps.”
“Got them, Captain. Sixteen million klicks off starboard. Lucrehulk-class battleship with both our vessels on either flank. All three vessels are exchanging fire, and Ullyses’ shields are almost down. Sensors paint the dead hulk of a Recusant in the vicinity. It’s in two parts.”
“Helm, get us over there. Max sublight. And speaking of shields, I better find out about ours. Engineering, do you copy?”
Valentine studied her screens, noting the status of various systems as the Sullustan fumbled for his own wireless headcomm set. The DH77 communications device was a SoroSuub product, so it was unsurprising that he carried one.
“Chief Engineer Tunb here, Captain G’Oh.”
“Ah, Chief. We have arrived in the Danger Zone. Do we have full shields, yet?”
“Too short notice, Captain. I can give you forty to fifty percent; any more and we risk an overload on the main batteries.”
“I’ll take the higher number, Chief.”
“Copy. I’m here if you need me. Engineering, out.”
“Tactical, raise main shields. Fifty percent strength. ComScan, open a channel.”
“Channel open.”
“Frigate Aysberg to Ullyses and Incarcerator, we can cover your retreat if you move fast.”
Onboard the Incarcerator
Brashin turn from the holographic representation and nodded to the com officer. "Yes Aysberg, understood. We are..."
Brashin paused. At the corner of his eye, the person he was talking to previously on the holo started to shake their head. Brashin cleared his throat.
"We are unable to retreat at the moment. We have people onboard the enemy vessel and need to prevent it from leaving our gravitational field. We need more time."
Valentine, seated; and Tunb, standing; exchanged concerned glances as the news was relayed to them, followed by a slightly snarky comment from the frigate’s commander.
“I’m sorry. We were led to believe that you were in distress. ”
“Don’t get snippy, Aurora,” the Commodore warned quietly, with her fingers pinching the voice-pickup, so that her subordinate officer had no hope of overhearing.
“We pulled this ship out of a repair yard early to assist and are more ‘get the stomm kicked out of us while you run away’ ready, than ‘battle’ ready. That said, where do you want us?”
“See if you can come around and direct your fire to the engines. Keep it from moving.”
“Copy that, Incarcerator. Helm, take us around; keep our bow facing towards the enemy ship for a minimum target profile.”
“As ordered.”
Valentine watched a vector graphics representation of the fighting ships, where their shapes were formed by glowing coloured lines with a faint filler colour between the squares.
“Good, she’s taking us over the Lucrehulk, and not under it, which would have exposed the dorsal shield generator.”
The colourful view on her on her screen showed the full circle formed by the CIS vessel when looked at straight down, then the image started to rotate and flatten as the Imperial frigate descended to the vessel’s back quarter, as requested by Brashin.
“Whoa. Those engines are big.”
The two couldn’t tell who on the bridge was speaking, but the voice sounded awed.
“Means we have less chance of missing. Fire at will.”
“Targeting. Which one’s ‘Will’, again?”
“You see me laughing? The left one. And the middle one’s Grace. Now open fire!”
“As ordered.”
Although the commodore and engineer were at the other end of the ship from the heavy Taim & Bak XI 7 turbolasers, they still felt the shuddering vibrations through the deckplates with each shot, as energy bolts blasted into their targets.
On the third of Valentine’s four screens, she saw a staccato of shorts leaving her ship to puncture the great white-hot circles that were the battleship’s engines.
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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IC: Aquila Pilots (NPCs), the Truthsayer
Eagle-class shuttle "Aquila"
"Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying degrees of guilt..." Inquisitorial proverb
The old Jedi was in his cabin adding some things in his journal. He had a lot of things to prepare before his work is done and the Force to take him back for a rest. He sensed that something was not right, the shuttle was pursued. The Truthsayer frowned and stood up, he will have to speak with the pilots. Despite his age he stormed out of the room headed towards the cockpit.
The butler...Jarvis, followed him and tried to speak.
-Sir...
The old Jedi didn't turn just said.
-Not now, Jarvis!
And the man remained silent. They entered the cockpit, when the co-pilot saw the Lord Adviser he went pale.
-Sssir, I...I can explain...
-Silence! You fools, what have you done! You are endangering us, by doing this! Slow down the shuttle and open the comm. channel, I will speak with the person in charge...
-Yes, sir!
The shuttle slowed down, the pilots looked nervously at the Imperial and Naboo crafts circling around them. They were afraid...not to die from the Outsider's hands but not to be charged for treason and given to the Inquisition. The co-pilot opened the comm. channel and gave the microphone to the Truthsayer.
-This is the Lord Adviser of the Her Majesty, there has been a big misunderstanding, we will comply to your orders...Please lead the way. Over...
He then looked at the pilots.
-Try not to repeat the same mistake or you know what will happen...Contact "Dominatus" tell them that we are being delayed and then send a message to the duchess that we run in some trouble...-he then turned to face the butler who was just behind him-Jarvis, inform our guests that we are having some difficulties...
-Right the way sir!-said the old man and left the cockpit.
The Jedi folded his arms in front of his chest.
-Now we wait for their reply...
TAG:Thrawn, Stasia, Sturr, Imperial craft, Ground control, anyone...
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IC: DLT-5921 (Twenty-One), Wraithis hangar.
Standing before the carbon-scored silver flanks of Gamma Five, and looking down at the petite Calysta, the trooper felt a nice feeling of adrenalin that he occasionally experienced whenever there was a younger or inexperienced person looking to him for guidance and teaching.
“I know these ships are slow, Trooper, but just how slow are we talking?”
He looked from her back to the craft, and back again. “I’m not sure how fast they are at sublight, Ensign. Primary hyperdrive is Class 2.0, about the same as a Lucrehulk carrier, and her backup is a pretty pokey class 18. But in realspace, klick for klick, those Telgorn IA/4 fusial thrust engines’ll give a TIE a run for its money.”
He rapped a knuckle on the hull, eliciting a dull bong; certainly not hollow.
“What you have to consider though, Ensign, is that even if whatever you are running away from catches up with you, there is frag all they can do about it. These babies will easily stand up to a capital ship’s heavy guns. And she has concussion missiles to boot. Seinar Fleet Systems M-s3’s.”
His voice took on some pride as he recounted the craft’s abilities.
“Wanna see inside?”
Tag: Calysta
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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Sith-I-5
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IC: Captain Switek, Ensign Inca, cockpit, Gamma Four
Location: entering Chommel Sector
In spite of his companion’s reluctance to talk since he had hurt her nose, Switek thought his news worth sharing.
“Hey, we just passed into Chommel Sector; this mission is almost over. Naboo is the throne world of that sector.”
“Yay.”
“Tell you what. If you cheer up just a bit, I’ll take you shopping after we have landed and handed Queen Amidala the Second over to her government. How does that sound?”
This turned her round, “Don’t we have to immediately report back to Wraithis?”
“I’m sure half an hour won’t make much difference.”
Tag: no-one
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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IC: Emi-to
LOCATION: same as above
“He’s really quite your senior, Torian. I agree! Such a union would have fallen short of expectation,” Emi added pursing her lips as she delivered the line dryly, imagining Master Yoda with a bridal bouquet.
Emi felt the warmth of Torian’s hand, or rather “sensed” it as the insulating weave of her trousers mitigated any extremes of temperature, even to the retard direct flame, at least for 10 minutes of exposure. She reached down and covered the large dark hand with her own pale one, the fine fingers “seeping” through those his rough.
“We… aren’t super heroes … witches or… conjurers,” she spoke to the dark room, “we’ve only training and a few extra midichlorians to differentiate us, that’s really all, Torian… “ she faced him, her eyes looking up again, understanding his own point of view and summation of himself in relation to her and he did question at the moment how much he did not know.
Emi began, her voice subdued, nearly monotoned. “…I still see their faces, my parents. I was all of 8 years old when they brought me to the Temple on Coruscant. They lived only half way round the planet and I never again saw them!”
She looked out into the room as her mind populated the dark with these hard memories, Master Jard, Eme ma Himou, Master Windu, Obi wan, and so many others.
“It can be quite daunting to raise a Force sensitive. I suppose my parents hoped to make a go of it, but I was miserable. The other children were often spiteful, mostly mistrusting. I was a poor student, lonely…” she sighed.
“They gave up and of course, it was for the best, but I remember that feeling - standing there, my hand in that of a Master of novices, watching them walk away across the forecourt- another perfect day on Coruscant. It was just after THE afternoon shower. They were … relieved, so relieved to let me go. Ah… I was rather late in coming to the order and youngling humans at these stages of development are want to push the envelope – my parents…simply put, were afraid of me,” she shook her head and sat up, lifting her chin.
“My Master was reserved and exacting, his tenure with me far from the relatively coddled warmth I had experienced in my childhood home. I learned, yes and eventually I too had a very strong … bond… with him. To be exposed so, it was unnerving and difficult – you had to know Master Jard to appreciate just how difficult,” she said looking to him again, her hand lifting to tuck a slender straight blonde bang behind her ear.
“I amused him, I think, but he expected much of me, desired I excel and very much represent his aristocratic self-regard whatever I did. Oh, I did come to think it out of line, his little prideful idiosycracies and yet, I did grow to have an affection for him. He was … endearing, once upon a time… before he … fell,” she murmured.
Rousing again, she looked up to Torian. “We don’t …read minds, Torian. Rather, we sense each other in a deeply aware fashion. Everyone and thing in this physical plane exerts an influence on all else, even if miniscule. We are all made of similar stuff, of basic … basic waves of particles and there is in this mix, a part of a sort of primordial matter that binds the universe together, a shared origin and end, a sort of common weave and… when one is moved, when change comes, we all are changed in some way, even if we don’t notice. A Jedi learns to sense certain frequencies and such bonds as a Jedi may have are important in the learning process, so fine are the awarenesses, the control of mind and body a Padawan must learn, but we are far from perfect, far from fully enlightened!”
“Sometimes, however, such bonds, and they aren’t so very different than those you have with me and with Achilles, are established, or rather atuned in order that one may transfer important information or glean information that might not be … available otherwise. But it’s not a one way flow, Torian, and to share these bonds is a great responsibility. Sometimes, it is easier not to know a thing than to know it,” she mused quietly.
“Through such connections, I have found in myself something unfinished and contradictory and…unexpected in others. Even with such keenness, mindfulness, even with such training, possibilities have come and gone, the bloom of promise already transmuted to a dusky decay ere I’ve grasped them… and such cognitions, they are so wrenching! Yoda asked that I take this position at a time of great change as you have just so succinctly put it, and Torian, there is no time to sort it out. We are so far from our original purpose as servants in the Force and I know in my heart that it will take a wiser Jedi than I to forgive and to mend what has been rent and yet again to rebuild!” She looked to him wearily. “Do you understand – someone to unite us under new tenets!? –Ah,” she sighed, “Well, and how are you…oh bother! Torian, look, there’s so much I have not sensed and should have! Now you find me second guessing myself! Look at us; a handful of Masters and knights and 2 clans worth of Padawans and younglings! I’ve been blind to myself, blind to the Force…But,” she said opening her face calmly again, “steady on!” Emi sat up brightly, a little annoyed she’d poured forth as she had but determined to set things in order.
She looked about the dark room, aware now that they were alone from the silence following her rambling. “Oh, dear, I have gone on. Well… I did mean to ask you how you’ve been. How’s your leg,” she asked looking down, knowing he might wonder how she knew.
TAG: Torian
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Sith-I-5
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Date Posted:
4/21 2:48pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: Boy, she can TALK after a glass!
IC: Agent Mitch Nifesta, engine room
Location: Darth Unlucky
As the ship's chronometers clicked over into the morning cycle, Mitch put the finishing touches to the craft's faulty cloaking device.
Devon had popped down from the Haven's bridge to give a hand, which was useful, as the twi'lek had been confusing the hyperdrive motivator with the apparatus that he wanted.
He nodded to himself, receiving Emi-to's returned consideration.
In addition, he felt a mild stirring in the Force, like an oyster had been surprised by a pair of roller-skates on a stairwell, and cracked its shell on the landing. Either that, or Master Shuri had consumed alcohol that she wasn't used to.
"Maybe it's because I'm a Bespinner," he slurred on the way back to the turbolift, "that I love Bespin sooo...how's yur leg?" he asked the empty hall.
Tag: no-one
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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Date Posted:
4/21 6:27pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: Bingo, Sithy!
IC:Emi-to Shuri
The Jedi closed her eyes briefly and snored, waking herself again. "Wuz I asleep..." she asked leaning towards Torian and then found herself saying, "I love Bespin sooooo... Stars! Where did that come frum..." said Emi, leaning rather languidly upon the leg in question, both forearms resting lightly on her husband's thigh. "HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....hiCOUGH...OH, I Do...beg yur pardon," she said now nodding to herself.
"Rascally spider roots!...I never thought I'd ever hear myself saying thiz," she pointed up to Torian, "I miss Dagobah!" Dagobah spoke of sure footing even on that slimy mud-hole and the tree house of sleep... "We were married there ya know," She reached up and boinked Torian on the nose, "soldier!" and winked.
TAG: Torian, Mitch Nifesta
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OOC: Ooh, unexpected interaction. I’ll use that to colour this entry. Thanks to pashatemur; and to MOO for the Dead Zone reporting.
IC: Master Yoda, Padawan Irisa, Deck Three cabin
Location and time: ‘morning’ on the Darth Unlucky.
Yoda, the ancient and venerable grandmaster of the new jedi order, awakened naturally, not prompted by the latest crisis, and lay on the pale yellow pillow that cushioned the side of his head.
He was not used to such luxury, but did not begrudge it while it was available.
With a thought, he sought out the bedside lamp and switched it on, illuminating the rest of the well appointed room.
He could feel no engines throbbing under him, so wherever they were, they were at rest.
The jedi opened his senses, slowly expanding his awareness to take in the ‘Unlucky, the Haven and surrounding space.
There were jedi around him, reduced from the meeting the previous day, and for the moment at least, they were safe.
A rapping sound withdrew his consciousness rapidly back to his own head, and when the noise came again, he recognised that someone was knocking on the cabin door.
“Enter you may,” he permitted.
The door slid aside, and Irisa entered, her jedi tunic and trousers moving with a smoothness on her that spoke of being freshly laundered, and no longer impregnated with the dried mud and moisture of Dagobah.
To his surprise, she bore a brown wooden tray, with a plate, two glasses (one with a single red flower sticking out), and a sheaf of printed flimsiplast.
The smell of hot food hit his senses like a shockball.
“Breakfast in bed?” He blinked rapidly, sitting up and forcing himself up the blue covered that threatened to swamp him, to sit up against the headboard. “Seven hundred and eighty years it must be, since served breakfast in bed, I last was.” He studied the fifteen-year-old girl as she set the tray onto the bed beside him. Given his size, even on the single person berth, there was a lot of surface area. “Shown domestic tendencies before, you never have. What prompts this?”
“Agent Nifesta.”
A piece of toast floated into his small three-clawed hand, and he took a speculative bite of it, almost collapsing with the taste of the jam as it overwhelmed his tongue.
“Muja fruit jam, so long... so long.” He looked up at her, “Agent Nifesta, you say? Tell me child, to force you to do this, what was the other option?”
A pink blush suffused the reserved teen’s cheeks as she stood by the bed, not answering.
“Open your mind, child. I shall read it without you having to say- wet sponge under the covers! Joking I’m sure he was...but, but my gratitude you have, my padawan!”
“Well, I could not risk it, Master.” She reported matter-of-factly. “Plus, and sorry if I am speaking out of turn, but the Agent acted as if he had been, you know, imbibing alcohol.”
Yoda cocked a surprised eyebrow at her. “Strange. Drink, Mitch tends not to. Nor eat much, unless lightsabre with crimson blade, the meal is packing.”
The revelation regarding their host sailed over Irisa’s head, and Yoda drew a remote controller for the cabin’s holo-entertainment console into his hand. “What is happening in the galaxy, I shall see. Sit. Sit my padawan.”
A transluscent image appeared, of a human journalist in mustard-coloured coveralls standing before a dark, quarry-like rift in the ground, was speaking into the holocam:
“- yet, no other living beings have been discovered in these long abandoned buildings. Who could live where there are no essentials of life? There is no water, no energy, or food. Is the Dead Zone truly dead?”
“Leaning towards ‘yes’, I am.” Yoda commented to the image, entranced.
Beside him, seated on the edge of his mattress and causing the fruit juice to almost spill, Irisa gazed at the holo in interest.
“I remember him; who is that, Master?”
Without taking his eyes of the screen, Yoda replied, “Hsur Hgubmil, a pretty good journalist in his day. Covering something like this, you wouldn’t normally see.”
“-exactly what the Empire believes will be found in the Dead Zone.
This is Hsur Hgubmil, reporting live from the Dead Zone”
The image faded to black, then immediately brightened into a colourful and swishy advertisement for some new Aratech-manufactured swoop.
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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Date Posted:
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IC: Nashtah
Location: the Paladin
Though the last thing Nashtah was want to do was rest, so excited was she at the prospect of having overcome the first large hurdle in what was to be her long and difficult journey back to the light side, yet she understood the intent of the master.
“There is no emotion, there is peace,” she mumbled more for herself as she let the venerable Jedi Master lay her down in her bunk as both through words and gestures he urged calm. After all, she mused to herself, anger and hate were not the only emotions a sentient being could be made to feel; unrestrained ebullience was also an emotion a Jedi must hold in check. Even the extremes of the more pleasant emotions could cause distraction and unfocused feelings; only when a Jedi was calm, at peace could they truly understand the force, or so she had been taught many times over.
“Nashtah, well done! Sleep and regain your rest.”
“Yes, I must rest,” she nodded allowing the tiredness of her body and mind to tranquilize her.
Once awakened, there was much to do in order to regain her credibility as a Jedi, even in the eyes of the ARR. For now, she would rest.
“Thank you Master,” she finished as she covered her mouth as a sudden small yawn escaped her very insides. Her lids becoming heavy, she closed her eyes.
Feeling the warmth and the calm of the Master who protectively hovered over her helped her on her way to sleep. Completely comfortable despite the utilitarian bunk she lay prostrate on, sensing the Master also taking a rest nearby, however, since she felt he allowed himself an eye and ear to the lucid world, in complete trust of her fellow Jedi, whereas only minutes before she had been a bundle of emotions, now only calm and peace pervaded her very being so a deep sleep quickly enveloped her.
TAG: Andur, Jedi
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Of Calysta Shale in the Wraithis main hangar
Calysta gave a small, sideways smile. Despite it’s boxy appearance, Twenty-one seemed thoroughly taken with the ship. While her better instinct told her to remain impartial, Calysta was nearly swept up in the trooper’s youthful demeanor. Trying to keep things in her control, she straightened herself and answered in a supposing manner.
“It would make since to take a look; at least, at the cockpit, if nothing else.”
Calysta’s eyes met her sandtrooper guide’s. She lifted her hand a fraction, lightly signaling him to lead.
Tag - Sith
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