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The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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master-of-les-pauls
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Jan '05
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Date Posted:
4/22 3:03pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OCC
As a GM of the game I want to be first to say that you are going to be missed more than you know.
I truly hope that you reconsider your course of action and take up the mantle of Vos and the secret aprentice. I hope that you will talk things through with Pash and change your mind.
And as a friend I want to thank you for all the help you have given me over the years and I am honoured that you think I am capable of taking up your mantle of GM - fighting styles. I want you to know that I shall be in your debt, my master.
Also speaking on behalf of everyone, I want to thank you for everything you have given us as readers.
PS Its not to late to change your mind! 
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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Thank you! You rascal! Any of you wise guys get any ideas, in the immortal words of General Torian Darkeyes, "Talk to me!"
Pash
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OOC: Score!
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morichro
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Name: Atin \ RC-3222
--Age: N/A
---Gender: Male
----Species: Human
-----Eye Color: Brown
------Hair Color and Style: Black, short
-------Skin Complexion: Caucasian
--------Clothing: Clone Commando armor
---------Physique: Excellent. Battle-hardened.
----------Personality: Persistent (Mando'a name meaning), dedicated, sometimes tactless.
-----------Quirks: Being disciplined, he takes a lot of things seriously. He is unforgiving.
------------Force Sensitive: No
Biography
-Brief History: Originally, Atin's first squad was killed in live-fire exercises on Kamino. But then became an attached member of the Prudii squad. Atin had always expected the death of his teammates, but never really prepared for it. Ever since the Battle of Geonosis, where he lost the team, Atin's grievances became more frequent. Shortly after, he was allocated to the Omega squad, a team who has lost their respective units, just like Atin.
As the newly-formed unit's experience started to grow, so did the bonds they shared. Other clone troopers frowned upon such formalities between their comrades, but Omega squad were different. The group nailed many difficult tasks and missions vital to the Clone Wars itself. But, as the Republic severed their ties with the Jedi Order, their long-list of jobs dropped extraordinarily. The Omega squad, not once forgetting the good times life had handed them, had an altogether uncertain future.
--Military History: Battle of Geonosis, Galactic City spaceport hostage siege, Mission to Qiilura, Mission to Coruscant, Mission to Olanet, Mission to Gaftikar.
---Traumatic Experiences: Walon Vau, his ruthless training corporal, had pitted him against his fellow clones during training. Refusing, he was almost beaten to death by the malignant officer, and very much vowed to kill him. To get Atin out of his survivor's guilt after his squad mates died, Vau took his knife to the clone, leaving a scar that stretched from his right eye to the left side of his chin, distinguishing him from his fellow clones.
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OOC: I'd like to thank Pash for the rather necessary addition to my post and it is my honor to join you all today! The chauvinistic Atin will take things from here.
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IC: Atin, RC-3222
Imperial Cellblock 1138
“Yes, I know why I am here,” replied Atin dully. This was not the first time he had been interviewed, in the last 2 hours, or the last two days. “I am here on account of my position with the Empire.”
The cell block was a low level security area, used to house crew for minor infractions. The Detention officer sighed and tapped his screen again, obviously deleting what he had begun to transcribe. “Are you going to give me that muck again. Look, you aren’t in the system. The only reason this hasn’t come up before is because your previous posting was behind a CIS held space lane! You are gong to have to give me something else to go on. Anything…last superior, maybe last call sign of last transport…” he droned on.
“This is nonsense. All I want to do is my job,” Atin insisted slapping the table emphatically. “I already gave that information to that previous officer,” Atin growled. He looked to the rest of his squad and breathed in heavily. “Get me a minute with the Execut…Skywalker … Vader, whatever the blazes he’s called now,” demanded Atin, at wits end.
It was an understood matter among troopers that Skywalker or Vader as he was now knighted, and Atin knew nothing about all that, gave a fair ear to the rank and file. Surely one moments time would straighten all this out! It was bureaucratic labyrinthe in which these “half-brassed” officers delighted that kept Atin and his squad from performing their duty and would keep them from the impending battle, it would seem.
“We have had no trouble till now. We had clearance to join the Executor’s fleet! How many times do I need to tell you?” Atin struggled to maintain some respectful composure. He had entered space in an ARC-170 star fighter that was just about pulling together. Over the years it had required multiple replacements, altering its shape and skeletal frame somewhat. Otherwise, it was a bob standard fighter that had seen it's share of the war, and everything in-between. And now, to add to the commotion, he was experiencing difficulty finding someone within the Empire who gave a monkey’s backside about him or his past ordeals.
“Trooper, unless you have an up to date identification code or an alternative form of evidence that you are in fact associated with the Empire, we can't give you access. If you really are infantry, you should know that.”
“How about my designation? I'm RC. 3222. Of the Galactic Republic's Omega Squad. Does that have any indication?”
“I'm afraid your lot and your ship are grounded for the duration, we don't have time to muck about over your fraggin’ ident, Paly. Until you start to acknowledge our strict policies on identification verification, you will remain a citizen of our Empire and a citizen only, which means you’re sited for illegal use of military frequencies, possession of regulation … AND contraband gear and ship, I might add.”
“I will make it simple for you,” the commander threatened, “I am Clone Commander Atin of the Omega Squadron. You will forward me to your superior, or I'll see to it personally that-”
A new voice interjected, another officer, a burly fellow with one more bar than his mate arrived, arms crossed.
“Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk! Do my ears deceive me, or do I hear you threatn’en an officer of the Imperial Navy, clone trooper! I do hope I am in error… for your sake,” the fellow said with a toothy grin and then dropping the pretense entirely.
Jabbing his finger, the new officer leaned in, “That piece of scrap metal you call a ship dry dock, Mister. We’ve had enough of delays and mishaps. Now, be a good boy and shut it till we get this mess resolved. The Executor don’t have time for you! I can see it now! “’Scuse me, Lord Vader, Excellence, ‘ere’s a man down in cell block says you and him’s best chums and could ye’ kindly spare a minute for tea and conversation?.” Laughter erupted from surrounding cells, though most were empty.
Atin's blood boiled now, they had no right to deny him suddenly like this. He was once a member of this Empire, good enough to risk life and limb before this day, till they started running security checks on the hour. He had a record with the Empire, but somehow, that initial form somewhere down the line never was processed. Now, not even his number was good for service!?
“I’m not a security risk. I have a record …WITH THE EMPIRE. You can at least see where and when I held my tours of duty! I tell you what,” said Atin suddenly thinking of something and reaching out, “Word gets to the Executor that there’s a renegade on his ship, and I bet he’ll wonder why he wasn’t informed!”
See if that disturbed the thick veneer of smug confidence these two exuded, maybe they would think on his words and maybe he’d just incriminated himself further. He shook his head rubbed his face roughly.
His honor was at question, and although the Republic he knew had manifested into this Empire, there was still something there that made it feel like home to him. Why wouldn't these blockheads get past this damnable bureaucratic protocol and put his request through? It was like a scratched date disc! His information didn’t fit their forms! Therefore, he was a problem, a glitch!
TAG: Lord Vader, perhaps?
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TheMaidofOrleans
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Date Posted:
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The Dead Zone
Eyes.
Wary eyes watched the movements of the stormtroopers as the soldiers of the Empire executed their maneuvers, examining every building from the ground level to the top most story. There were hundreds combing the buildings and streets, their blasters at the ready. At-Ats stood sentry at the end of the block. Communication back and forth disturbed the silence of the Zone.
Vigilant eyes noticed the troops were not yet entering the levels below ground. Hmpf, were they in for a surprise…
The gang shared this area of the Dead Zone in an uneasy truce with those who were here before them. Certain sections were theirs and from time to time they left ‘gifts’ on the border to the ‘others.’, ensuring their presence would be tolerated for a little longer.
The boss would not like the idea they would have to move their quarters, but they were two bit credit thieves, muggers, and scraper scalers. who hid in the Zone, knowing no opper would come in after them, especially after dark. If an opper was stupid enough to enter, they never left it.
But no way could they fight the Imps. That would be suicide.
But the others , considered this their property, their home. They would fight the Imps and the sight would not be pretty. He for one, didn’t want to witness it. Slowly, he backed away from his vantage point, and made his way to the shute. He had to report to the boss.
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pashatemur
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Date Posted:
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OOC: a day late and a dollar short! That's the way the cookie crumbles...
IC: Anakn, Lord Darth Vader, Re of Ursa and Imperial Executor to Palpatine I, Emperor of the Galactic Empire
LOCATION: Waypoint Alpha, somewhere in a nebula not far from Mygeeto, Muunilist and Kalee
A crackling purplish pale blue blanketing all the surfaces in the room and causing R2 no end of irritation as his dented blue dome spun round seemingly beyond the droid’s control, the lacey prickling manifestation of Force –ed energy dear “Uncle” had released showed a control the sort Celeste could not yet exert on her once irritating outburst of the same!
Anakin looked sternly to the softly “whimpering” R2 and then back to Sidious guessing at the meaning of his Master's oblique prediction concerning the fate of his vast new ship, Imperator.
What was there to say to his erstwhile mentor, but, “Yes, as you wish Master.” Vader genuflected and rose quickly as Sidious showed no inclination to speak further.
If ships were paper and troopers, flints… I have their loyalty, at the least, Anakin allowed himself.
Vader bowed curtly on rising and hesitated for a moment as his eyes followed to the astro-mech. Gruffly, he caught the ocular lens that projected from R2's blue dome with his hand and reached in to a small panel on R2s side to effectively reset the little barrel shaped automaton. Snatching a small box from his desk as he rose, Vader directed R2 out of the room, pointing silently, giving Sidious’ back a fertive glance as he left. Silently the Emperor stood vigil at the view port and having nothing further to say to his Executor, Anakin turned and swept from the room, his suite roundly commandeered by the Emperor! What is mine is mine and what is yours is mine too, … boy, thought Anakin, mimicking in his mind Sidious’ easy presumption.
“Solinova,” he queried as he passed his aides' offices, seeing the long blond braid fly past the open door.
“Minn… minn arri,” Mira stammered reversing her progress and quickly genuflecting.
Anakin waved irritably at the protocol, “Where is di Toli?”
“Mr. di Toli is seeing to Mr. Solo, Majesty,” the Ursean return brightly, but her smile quickly vanishing on seeing the set of her Re’s face. “He should retu…”
“I want him. I’ll be on bridge. Find an officer’s cabin for me nearby and bunk Cadet Solo there as well. The Emperor will continue on aboard Executor…in … my quarters,” he added reluctantly. “Here,” he said shoving the little box Sabe had given him as a present into Solinova’s hands, “see that is stored securely in my berth along with this droid.”
R2 whistled a protest and then shuddered as Anakin looked down quickly, annoyed he was made to deal with a recalcitrant droid before his staff.
It really didn’t matter, thought Vader, what Miss Solinova made of it and he spoke bluntly, “I’ve no adventure for you, R2. You’d better take this opportunity to get from under my feet or it’s the scrap heap for you.”
The droid trundled forward to rest near the Ursean aide in what seemed dejected fashion, and Vader shifted from one foot to the other before casting about and interjecting finally, “You’ll have plenty of opportunity later. Then you’ll wish you’d stayed in the cabin.”
Mira looked from Re to astro-mech to Re before catching her liege making note of her spectating glance, R2 commenting, “Whu..whooooh!”
“Yes, Miss Solinova,” Vader queried bending down to meet her gaze.
“Ja…yes, Minn ‘arri, ja,” the blond said, dipping a quick bow and gesturing tentatively to the astro-mech she began to wonder did not have a small little being inside controlling it and glancing down she encouraged, “Brunn, komma! Gå med på jag,” tucking the fine and priceless little box under her arm.
***
“Report from Tatooine is finally in? The CIS could be in Coruscant with a new government before “Central Headquarters … head up our …” got this in,” said Anakin as he leant over Lt. Corel’s shoulder to read the report.
70 some odd ships, comprised mostly of smallish craft and not many in the way of capital ships – and now this report from Naboo, another incursion, though minor compared to the CIS Armada over Tatooine. Anakin furrowed his brow. These efforts did not seem very well timed or organized once one penetrated the “surface” information. The Confederacy was splintering and such attacks were by the remnants of the fleet from Geonosis!
The blue light of the small monitor flickered over his face for a while longer as Vader tapped his lip softly, continuing to read through the mass of reports he’d been unable to attend the past several days, the Lieutenant sitting stiffly in his seat, his head only centimeters from Vader's.
The Executor asked almost as an afterthought, “Where’s … Whose Your Dad… … who thinks up these names?! Sounds like a line up of cheap holo-programing,” he scoffed under his breath, “Death Squad… Killing Moon – all rather arch if you ask me!”
Though quiet, he could feel their hearts beating- the bridge crew, the click of environmental filters and fans readjusting to deal with the increased heat in the communications bay of the vast dark bridge of the Executor. The soft bleeps and “dinks” of various monitoring stations, the lowered voices and the busy back and forth of crewmen dispensing information and forwarding minor orders were the pale somber backdrop to war, and scenes such as this one had not changed, Republic or Empire. Fear was an equalizer in many ways. A warrior lived with fear as his or her motivation, and if not a total acceptance of the close companion kept, it was at least a “dressing down” of death! So the enemy suffered numerous assaults of character in the ubiquitous cartoon scrawled on a napkin or kept as an icon, painted on the nose of a fighter or on a helmet, the bravado of a legion of souls, so necessary to survival, were such gestures and such moments as these!
“Ryloth, my Lord,” replied the young officer pointing to the new screen he’d pulled up for Vader to see.
“Um…” said Vader as he reached in front of Corel to access the information he required, the Lieutenant scooting his tracked chair to the side to allow his superior more room. Whatever dispassion he had in reserve flew him now. Beads of perspiration lay heavily on the Lieutenant's brow.
Rebels at Ryloth… Jedi! So his warnings would go unheeded! Such activity would only provoke retributions. They were deliberately drawing out attentions they would regret doing! If Yoda must die, so be it, but my son… my son…
“Oh, Fre…” Anakin swore darkly. Corel flinched. “You find out about this business in on Ryloth and this… what’s this here over Kuat. You report to me ALONE. Do you understand?”
The pointed look could mean only one thing and Corel nodded slowly. “Y…yes, my Lord..” he stammered.
How could Vader have discovered his position as a plant from the Ubiqutorate? Corel’s attitude made it plain he would comply. He was not that highly placed that he could pull strings and Vader had a reputation for locking out operatives in a decidedly summary way. However the administration felt, Corel was not tempted to continue between a rock and hard place. “…I’ll be right on it, sir.”
“While you’re at it, you can brief me later on your reporting to Ysard,” Vader continued in a near whisper.
“My Lord? Yes… it’s mostly minutia…hardly worth…your… of course, My Lord,” corrected the Lieutenant sensing he was in danger of crossing a very thin but crucial line.
“Good, I look forward to it, Lieutenant. Carry on,” said Vader with a curt nod before joining the Captain in his ready room, at least that was his intention...
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There was some commotion round the corner as Anakin made his way down the short but broad corridor toward the meeting already in progress. The Bene Gesserit!
He heard the command given and the woman adamantly holding her ground. Curious!
“You must have felt my desire to speak with you, Madame,” said Vader, closing in on the strangely addicted spice eater. She looked quite the picture, and most telling, a haughty and indignant but surprised look in her eye.
“You’ve been taking in the view, I see,” he said further stepping up beside her and dismissing the troopers who had come to retrieve her and return her to her cabin. “Inspiring, isn’t it,” he mused grimly, with sarcasm. “Come with me. I think you can be of some assistance,” he said moving Alia on, taking her politely by her arm, though firmly.
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“Oh get out, already and quit fussing. I wouldn’t miss this for my life,” brushed Ozzel as he pushed past the young Captain who had taken his place on bridge earlier.
“Sir, are you certain…” began the Captain suspiciously, “that you are fit for du...”
“I wasn’t aware I answered to you, Captain, and in any case, do I take it you question Imperial med staff,” queried Ozzel quickly, snapping around and coughing roughly as he hit his chest with his fist and cleared his aching throat loudly.
“Whooo … whooo,” he weezed as he stood himself center of the conference table and prepared for Tarkin’s address. “Which monitor has the working agenda? Where are the plans for the operations?”
It took two of his subordinates to scurry about from table console to monitors to comm. before they settled in and began to apprise the Admiral, briefing him, in short of the briefing to come, Vader witnessed, and two more officers to placate the smoothly snide Admiral as he dressed everyone around him down in Ozzel’s mannered and understated barbs. How inspiring, indeed, thought Anakin as he watched quietly from the doorway, dismissing the announcement of his arrival, though silent the aide stood, the red light at the ceiling blipped the signal for ‘Executor on deck,’ regardless. (Having some experience of great machines of war, Anakin was not want to put his faith in such monstrosities and they were in the end only as effective as their makers, only as efficient as its impressed minions!)
Vader’s eyes glanced from the annoying light to the Admiral. Ozzel had his nose in the three green-gridded orbs that sprung up, as they would around the fleets waiting at Waypoint Alpha; one representing Kalee, another Muunilist and still another for Mygeeto. He’d missed the ‘alert.’
A map with blinking cross hatches in red for insertion points shown on a large monitor beneath the three dimensional holos indicating the timed jumps and destinations for designated participants in all three theatres of this major offensive.
“Minn ‘a,” bowed Solinova as she came up to the side of Vader and stood in the doorway with him. He raised a finger and silenced her with a look and then nodded. Apparently Miss Solinova had been sent on ahead by Mr. di Toli who was himself still occupied finding Cadet Solo. That, and Miss Solinova had an itch just below her right shoulder that distracted her beyond thought, Anakin noting amused, while he turned his attentions back to Ozzel and the battle plans , that she inched to the door jam toward a hoped for surreptitious wiggle to nullify the twitch, unsuccessfully.
***
The clanking and metallic wine of the TIE racks beginning to line up fighters for immediate deployment filled the numerous hangars about the vast Executor. Squadron leaders and mates exchanged signaled last minute instructions and farewells as they climbed into the gently swaying bat-like twin ion engine propelled fighters whose delicate battens either side of the ball shaped cockpit stood half flexed or fully so depending on the type.
***
Anakin listened intently as Ozzel’s second droned on explaining the plans as they stood, carefully laid out and in the form the Admiralty touted. These were the Executor’s and presumably, the Admiral desired Vader’s plans be held in comparison to Tarkin’s. Thus Vader watched critically as the officer read on. He glanced to Alia to see how the Bene gesserit watched the proceedings.
“…Standing orders are as follows:
No quarter for enemy counter-attack forces.
In the event of enemy success and overwhelming forces, Imperial and all support forces will NOT cede military resources to the enemy. Evacuate only where stand risks intelligence or resource.
Occupation requires immediate establishment of commerce and industry unless specified othewise
Ground forces will secure and suppress rebel forces identified as militia, informal and formal, citizen or droid.
Ground forces will acquire all governmental centers, financial communications and transmittal locals…
Ground forces will insert and established interim Imperial government, magistry and policing.
No government leadership is exempt and grounding of all ships other than Imperial and USF will be effective immediately upon landing of occupation forces.
All leaders of industry, academe and government will be subject to house arrests and full security.
Curfews will be established immediately and no exceptions shall be granted.
Occupation objectives: reestablishing suppressed industry and functional resources, reclamation of military assets, suppression of exodus, and in the event of entrenched resistance – Delta Base Zero option shall be anticipated and is at the discretion of the Operation leaders, Tarkin, Carthaginian, Leitman, or by command of His Imperial Majesty or his Executor.
Victory Conditions: Effective strategic suppressions of enemy forces and resources as previously delineated above, acquisition of new territories, capture of leadership
The Advance Operations:
The Ledaren is coordinating and participating in the advance guard timed assaults in these 3 theatres:
Mygeeto
Muunilist
Kalee
General Objective:
To negate and destroy the Enemy’s defense capabilities in advance of main assault. Key targets in order of primary importance are, but are not limited to the following:
shield generators
Defense system power sources
communications arrays
Ground weapons installations and munitions stores
Orbital weapons emplacements ..."
***
Anakin shifted from one foot to the other as the aide had not the creativity to translate from the written report to a simple verbal briefing.
***
"...The Command and Forces:
The Ursean KIG will facilitate the initial cover actions before the assault on Muunilist, Mygeeto and Kalee.
The KIG Ledaren commands all KIG operatives who report directly to him.
A Special Imperial Task Force, Scimitar will oversee the subluminal theatre over Mygeeto.
Captain Perrinaw will command and Captain Vectis will be his second.
The USF will oversee the subluminal theatre over Muunilist with a small contingent of Lord Vader’s Imperial fleet, Onslaught aiding.
Admiral Leitman will head the combined Ursean and Imperial fleets at Muunilist with Captain Smirnova of Imperial fleet, Onslaught as his second.
The KIG will coordinate with the second wave assault giving the signal to commence the primary attack once the KIG’s objectives have been achieved .
Lord Vader will be the contact for signals from KIG, Scimitar and USF. The Ursean fleet will draw much of their fire. The ion collectors on the hulls will thwart enemy fire long enough to make the CIS commanders reckless and confound the droids…”
***
Any moment now, Tarkin would address the fleets! There was a good deal of fidgeting as the room grew warm and stuffy, filled with the eager staff.
***
“…certainly, if Lord Vader would like to interject here…” said Ozzel with smug politeness.
Anakin looked up and around the room of expectant faces.
He cleared his throat, “Ahem…other than to say the arrival of the Killing Moon changes the original plan by necessity. Clearly our resources are better realocated. Grand Moff…” he smiled darkly at Ozzel,” Tarkin and the Admiralty have made some … adjustments. I expect swift compliance with the reorganization will not be a problem for either Imperial or Usean fleets,” said Vader scanning the room. “In any case, the alternative is unacceptable and the objective, the same. We will destroy the Confederacy and we will not fail!
The communications alert interrupted the presumptive congratulations politely, though in most cases, genuinely forwarded and all looked to the holo transceiver and awaited Tarkin’s address.
TAG: Sidious, Han Solo, anyone at Waypoint Alpha, Alia, and Tarkin
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OOC: Fantastic opening post to the beginning of the final conflict with the Confederacy.
Well done and thought out, Pasha. Bravo!
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Morichro, welcome to the thread. Nice posts Sithy and Argen, Nick, and MOLP- for your kind words. Very true, you will be missed, SSS. Vos' return was much anticipated around here.
GM's MEMO
I need to know who is interested in continuing their participation in the RPG. Please think this through, and forget any pretenses to loyalty. It has been quite frankly, a labor of love for me and quite difficult in the past year, but fulfilling and much more that can be done. I will continue if I have enough interest, but I'd rather not be left beating my dead horse, so please pm me in the next week. If I've not enough interest, no "farewells", I'm not going to drag things out. It will be time to go. That's all. While I have looked forward every day to writing with so many of you, and would continue to do so, if there isn't the inspiration and fulfillment for each of you writers, then its not worth continuing. Let me know by the end of next week.
This is an administrative query. I need to know if there are enough of you interested and involved enough to finish the ongoing plots.
Thank you all for a lovely run to date and for the gift of your friendship and great talents.
Sincerely,
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LadyZaraMarta
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Date Posted:
4/23 6:46am
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: LZM & MOO ..does that count for 2?
"Count me in!"
I know you said pm, but I wanted to thank you for all the effort and patience you have given to all of us.
Thank you Pasha. 
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Ominous
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Date Posted:
4/23 8:35am
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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Sith-I-5 posted:
OOC: Boy, she can TALK after a glass!
OOC: She sure can! Geez I'm gone for two days (involved in business meetings and there are a bunch of edits to OOC posting! What is going on?
IC: Torian
Location: Officer Guest quarters aboard the Paladin
While she spoke on and on, Torian found himself looking down into his glass and wondering “just what in the hell were they drinking?” Just from the couple of glasses of Scotch, his wife had diarrhea of the mouth. Looking from his glass to her and back at his glass, he was finding it difficult to keep up. The man’s brow furrowed in confusion. Was it the booze or was it the ramblings of his wife?
Maybe I should set this down, he thought, putting the glass behind him on the desk.
When she finally finished and sighed deeply, there was a long pause before he spoke.
The room was quiet.
Voices could be heard outside the door, in the hallway.
The humming of the sublight engines became apparent in the silence.
He looked at her for what seemed like an eternity. Was she done? Was there more to say? He gently leaned forward and took her glass, setting it down cautiously on the desk behind him as if it was some sort of liquid explosive.
Finally he spoke, “Soooo….is that all that's bothering you?” He shook his head, trying to clear sort out all that was said by his wife.
TAG: Emi-to
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LordDarthUmbrus
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Date Posted:
4/23 10:05am
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: Reconnoitering
ArgenPalos posted:
IC: Biggs Darklighter
Location: the Paladin, en route to Hoth System
Biggs grinned back to Luke as he ordered the Bantha Burgers, a Tatooine dish:
“Hey, that’s my home world S P E C I A L I T Y! I knew I liked you kid!,” he stated with glee.
As the kindly server scooped up a patty from the steaming tray, she also added some of the vegetarian stew to the tray:
“A growing boy needs to eat his vegetables,” she pronounced with a smile to Luke.
Biggs shrugged – it wasn’t that he minded vegetables so much, it was just that on his home world of Tatooine, vegetation was scarce so most vegetables came in the form of carbon frozen packages or sometimes even ground up in pill or bar form.
Behind them, Biggs heard a footfall come very close to them, so putting Luke down, he wheeled around to see who it was:
"Ah! There you are, you two. I figured I might find Luke in the galley. You'd make Master Yoda very proud, my young friend. I don't know how many times he'd have to pry me away from some book or another with a 'There is time for Jedi to eat as well' remark. You seem to have a better bede on priorities than I did at your age."
“Master Kenobi….oh, I was en route to bring Luke your way. He was famished….,” he added apologetically as he figured the bearded Jedi Master was there to retrieve Luke.
Evidently, the Jedi Master wasn’t too concerned as his disposition was more haggard but still amiable rather than surly as he had expected as his charge had probably been missing for a good couple of hours.
Biggs sighed in relief and nodded an good-natured welcome to the Jedi. He could tell the Jedi Master hadn’t eaten in a while and knew it himself as his gaze turned in the direction of the buffet style service table.
"Passghetti, please,” came the disinterested order from the Master Jedi.
Biggs could tell the Jedi had much on his mind but his gaze turned to Luke and he smiled wryly at the young Jedi sprite as the anxious server scooped up a heaping pile of the dish and slammed it on Master Kenobi’s tray, it landed with a resonant thud.
"My apologies for the length of my being away. I'm sure that Luke thoroughly enjoyed his tour of the ship, but I hope it didn't inconvenience you greatly,” he stated diplomatically but almost a bit tiredly as they made their way to a table, the Jedi Master searching for some condiments.
“No, no trouble at all. Luke is good kid – I think he’ll make a DECENT Jedi,” he asserted with another grin at Luke. In the short time showing Luke around, he had learned that young Jedi e was proud of his talents and his place among the Jedi – this might rankle him a bit. Biggs got the feeling that Luke wasn’t shooting to be simply a “decent” Jedi.
Biggs grinned at Luke again, he wanted to see how far the Jedi Master would get before he swallowed the tainted dish, finding the little test quite humorous. Jedi could look through a sentient’s mind, read his thoughts but evidently Jedi didn’t bother to scan what they were about to eat, he thought to himself amused.
As the Jedi Master began to stir in the condiments into his dish, Biggs decided the joke had proceeded to far already:
“You’ll need more than just garlic pepper and cheese to make that dish passable, Master Kenobi” he enjoined with a half-cocked grin.
“Let’s just say that there are certain ingredients that a Jedi might not find pleasing to his palette inside the Pasghetti,” he stated with a nod as he exchanged a knowing glance with Luke.
“I recommend Tatooine cuisine always, the Bantha Burgers are always a safe bet,” he added with a smile and a wink to Luke.
“Can I get you a serving, Master Kenobi?” he finished as he stood up and began to make the short trip to the service table, his gaze still on the form of Master Kenobi, just listening for the OK to get it.
master-of-les-pauls posted:
Ic Luke Skywalker
As Luke reached for his burger he heard a familiar and warm voice come out of no were, it was his master Obi Wan Kenobi. Placing his food down on the counter and turned to face his master, as he did so the young apprentice gave his master a respectful bow and gave without even thinking Luke gave Obi Wan a warm hug.
As the young boy pulled away and turned to hear his master order the dreaded Passgetti!
“Master no!” Luke said urgently, noticing that he drawn several puzzled looks he took his voice down a notch “The Passhetii is errm off”
As Bigg's and Obi Wan exchanged pleasantry's Luke as took his plate of food from the counter he also took a glass of blue milk and turned away to find the group a table to sit at. As he walked away he heard Bigg's warning about the deadly Passgeti and found himself laughing to himself and agreeing with his new friend.
“I'd listen to him master Obi Wan, I think the chiefs may have dropped something into the food” The boy took a quick glance over at the kitchen to see if anyone was ease dropping on there conversation “So I'd give it a miss”
Taking his plate in both hands Luke walked towards a empty nearby table and set his food down and took a seat, as Luke started tucking into his food there one thought on his mind. His training. The thought of training with Obi Wan had been lurking buried in Luke's subconscious but now being in the presence of Kenobi all those thoughts sprang forth like water being released from a mountain spring.
Thoughts of adventure and excitement washed over Luke, he was coming closer to his dream to off becoming a Jedi Knight. No it had gone past being just a dream it was more like a compulsion, and even though the thought excited Luke some part of it also scared him, it scared him that he wanted it so badly.
As the young Padawan sat eating his food he waited for his friends to join him, chewing silently on his food Luke couldn't help but wonder just what his and Obi Wan's first mission as a team would be. Could it be trying to find a place for the Jedi to take the Haven to a safe port of call? Or would it be something that would be more exciting? Sipping his milk Luke looked up at Obi Wan and judging from the look on his masters face he had a feeling that Kenobi knew just what there assignment would be.
Luke know sat waiting to find out just what adventures he and his new master were about to head out on.
IC: Obi-Wan
Location: Paladin . Galley
Obi-Wan patted the back of Luke's head as he clung to Obi-Wan and regarded the Pasghetti with a sudden sense of suspicion. Indeed, Obi-Wan had eaten worse things in his day...but then Biggs' suggestion of a Bantha Burger did have its appeal in light of the rather odd greenish tinge to the Pasghetti sauce.
It would seem that Obi-Wan would have to be getting very used to Tatooine cuisine quite soon...if he were to keep from starving.
Alas...a kingdom for one of Dexter's Famous Sliders again.
Obi-Wan followed the recommendations of his new friends and traded up for the Bantha dish. "Thank you Captain. I'll get it."
He soon found himself in Luke's distant wake as they made for a table. Biggs' feeling on the matter of Luke and his Jedi training touched Obi-Wan in its faith.
"I feel you will know more about Luke's training than you might think, Captain. You're already a part of it." Obi-Wan winked at Biggs conspiratorially.
He took his seat across from Luke and bit gingerly into his hamburger. Mmmm! He brushed the sesame seeds and crumbs from his beard.
"You know...I quite like these! They remind me of something similar I used to order on Coruscant many a time. They must have a four-armed chef somewhere in the back of the galley!" Obi-Wan mused.
Tag: Luke and Biggs
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TheAdmiral
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Mar '04
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Date Posted:
4/23 11:51am
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC:This is a joint post between me and Pasha, thank you!!!
IC:truthsayer sister Alia (NPC), Lord Vader
On-board "Executor"
"A mind without purpose will wander in dark places..." Alia thought when suddenly she turned to see Lord Vader arriving. At first she was confused about what to say, it was a very rare event. The effects of the spice were fading away. The Bene Gesserit composed herself.
The tall Imperial cut a rather arresting figure, dressed as he was all in black, his cape taking in the space about him as it floated, but of course, that was the purpose, to bear a commanding presence.
He looked at her intensely, a dark blue gaze. “You must have felt my desire to speak with you, Madame,” said Vader as he drew closer, his thumbs hitched on his belt. It was a rather casual tone and warm tone he used, but he was hardly casual in his intent. He must have been surprised to see her. “You’ve been taking in the view, I see,” he continued as he turned slightly to look across to the vast ovoid hanging ominously in the midst of the assembled fleets. “Inspiring, isn’t it,” he offered rather peculiarly, it seemed, there was something of a conflict he bore towards the thing!
-Well, it is...such power...quite amazing…- was all she could say.
Then with flagrant presumption, the man caught her by the arm, and began to walk her down the hall, nearly lifting her off the shiny slick decking beneath her feet! If they were in the Union systems, his affront would have been met with a hard slap! It was forbidden to have such close contact with a sister.
At first Alia narrowed her eyes as she gazed in incredulity at Vader’s presumption! Yet, the power at his command nearly overwhelmed and besides, she reminded herself as she relaxed in his tight grasp, nearly stumbling as they traveled down the dim and dully humming corridor of the behemoth ship, it was best to have his calm than his ire. She would be better able to observe and yet, she relished the thought of meting out a suitable pain upon that pale, chiseled cheek! She relaxed...a bit!
“I am not ignorant of your order’s idiosyncracies … and abilities, Good Sister Alia,” Vader drawled as he walked them with purpose. “Since you will observe, I would like you to attend the Strategic Command meeting with me. I want you to observe the participants, in particular, Grand Moff Tarkin and any of the other Commanders.”
She pulled back in resistance. “Lord Vader, you know I only serve the Union and the Greater Good...” She paused for a moment as he stopped and looked down at her, his face unreadable.
Then the whisper came again "Excuses are the refuge of the weak..." this was part of the military doctrine of the sisterhood. She twitched inside as if a painful memory came to haunt her.
“...but as we are now allies, I will be happy to do what you ask of me. We have an old saying "True happiness stems only from duty".”
Vader looked to passing officers who saluted at they neared and moved on and then down at the Bene gesserit, who had ceased her snaking struggle against his grasp. The corridor was empty for a brief moment save a pair of guards some 10 meters down the hall.
He stepped in close and bent to talk with Alia, his face near hers, his voice low, “Let us be plain, Sister…Alia,” her name he pronounced slowly, a liquid velvet tone humming about her, “your ways are known to me. Do not imagine I am absent the experience of your peculiar notion of … truths. You have an agenda, Madame, and I have mine, but you are beholden to speak at least “a” truth. As long as I ask it, you will give me “a” truth and I will discern who that truth serves. You are on MY ship, and your welfare lies with me! Perhaps if only for a time, we may share the same truths, Alia. I would say you have a stake in it!”
He rose up and gestured ahead to the guarded doorway out of which could be hear the voices of many. “Shall we,” he said offering his arm and making it clear his polite gesture was quite more than an invitation.
The voice inside her laughed...a terrible mocking laughter. She felt weak, for the first time since so many years. She summoned her strength in a time honored mantra, resisting the overwhelming suggestion, the strange invasiveness he accomplished with such ease. "Prayer cleanses the soul, but pain cleanses the body...".
Alia pursed her lips in annoyance, she was not used to such attitude towards her, but still she obeyed when he offered his arm.
She gave her obedience in reluctance, a surprising resistance to his unintended use of persuasion, but it was instructive and fortuitous, he thought as he stood a moment longer holding her large brown, and spice tinged eyes in a steady gaze. He smiled thinly, feeling her hand rest on his arm, relieved at her intelligent decision to cede to his demand. He could feel in her gait, the strength of training. She hid her abilities, he noted as he looked ahead. He remained silent till they stood in the doorway of the ready room, now bursting with officers, Ozzel at the center, commanding and puffing!
Soon enough they would be noticed but he preferred a brief anonymity and his intension he made known to the Bene gesserit, albeit, tacitly, /”Be still and draw no attention!"/
She understood what was needed of her, for a second she closed her eyes, she will need her "vision" to see the auras of the officers. She could use it without taking spice, in this case she drained the remaining droplets in her blood system. Her eyes turned indigo once again and soon everyone shone with their aura. She smiled, a predatory smile...she was hungry for their emotions...Alia nodded to Vader, she understood quite well...
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pashatemur
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Date Posted:
4/23 12:31pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: GM's MEMO
We seem to be absent a Tarkin! However, on the brighter side, many of you have responded in the affirmative, so it appears we have a strong enough compliment of willing "victims!" MWUahahahahahahahahah!
In all seriousness, I am very happy to report that the responses to the "roll call" have been very positive, so continue as planned and I will see to wrangling a Grand Moff T.
Thank you,
Pash
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ArgenPalos
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Date Posted:
4/23 3:11pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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IC: Biggs Darklighter
Location: the Paladin, en route to the Hoth System
Biggs laughed heartily at Master Kenobi’s suggestion that he somehow had a hand in Luke’s training now:
"I feel you will know more about Luke's training than you might think, Captain. You're already a part of it."
Even though the Jedi Master winked at him, his laughter died down as he somehow got a feeling that the bearded one was speaking with a kernel of truth involved. He didn’t understand the ways of the Jedi, certainly, so he wasn’t sure but he decided the best idea was to pass the very idea off with humor:
“If that’s the case, then Luke would do well to stay away from the Imperial Academy,” he stated, suddenly solemn, although he followed the declaration with a grin. He was of course referring to his rather short and very turbulent stint in the Imperial Academy on Carida, in the Officers’ Training Program shortly before joining with the ARR.
Evidently, the Jedi Master enjoyed Bantha meat, not surprising Biggs at all.
"You know...I quite like these! They remind me of something similar I used to order on Coruscant many a time. They must have a four-armed chef somewhere in the back of the galley!"
Although Biggs considered himself a bit of a Tatooine jingoist, he had yet to meet anyone who didn’t enjoy the taste of the Tatooine herd animal.
The Tusken didn’t revere the beast for nothing.
Deedledeedledee….Deedledeedledee….
His comm-link chiming made Biggs jump slightly – he was having such a grand time chewing the fat with Luke and Master Kenobi that he had plumb forgotten that he was on duty, after all.
Biggs apologetically grinned at the two Jedi seated with him as he gestured to the comm-link:
“It’s Admiral Akbar,” he stated a bit nervously as he slightly grimaced.
Enabling the communicator, he listened in:
“Captain Darklighter, has the young Jedi in your charge been successfully delivered to his Master,” came the query from the Mon Cal Admiral.
“Uhhhhhh…..,” Biggs began nervously. “Luke is with his Master right now,” Biggs continued his carefully chosen words with aplomb.
“Good,” came the satisfied response on the other end. “We’ll be arriving at destination Alpha in less than an hour,” Ackbar remanded, referring to the code name for the first target on their journey home, purposely not mentioning the Hoth System – that information was on a need to know basis only. “I need you for a special project…are you able to speak discreetly?”
Biggs looked at the two Jedi and the other ARR officers and crew members around them who were making merry, enjoying their time off.
“Not at the moment, Admiral, but I can be in just a few moments,” he said encouragingly as he nodded silently to his two Jedi companions, requesting a short leave to take the “call.”
“What’s all that whooping and hollering, Captain?” came the voice of the curious Admiral.
“Are you in the Mess Hall?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes, Luke was hungry,” he stated with directness as he made his way to the side and then slipping into the men’s lavatory he located an empty stall. Luke being hungry was the truth, anyway.
“I see,” came the suddenly slight voice of the Admiral.
Locking the manual dead bolt on the stall that was a self contained unit, walls on all four sides, the only opening a vent that had begun blowing in fresh air while another vent began to pull in “less than fresh” air upon sensing a presence inside the stall, Biggs made sure he was secure (the stall being soundproofed and even smell proofed so that other’s would not be put out by certain bodily indiscretions).
“I’m ready, Admiral,” he continued as his voice cracked nervously in anticipation of the Admiral’s tongue lashing.
“Captain, Master Kenobi and his young Jedi charge, Luke, the boy who you were so kindly showing around will be leaving us upon arrival at destination Alpha.”
Biggs’ interest was piqued at this; neither Jedi had given away that information.
“That information and especially their destination is to be kept top secret, Captain,” he continued as his voice suddenly sounded tired.
Biggs was smart enough to not ask exactly where they were going – he hadn’t been apprised of the destination and obviously that information was on a need to know basis only.
Biggs nodded sadly, however, at the thought of losing two Jedi who he had developed some amity with.
“Uh, ok,” he replied gravely.
“Don’t worry Captain Darklighter, there will be more Jedi for you to show around,” the Admiral continued almost jokingly, sensing the sadness in Biggs’ voice.
“It is imperative however that we erase all trace of the two and the fact that Master Kenobi’s ship was ever on this vessel,” the Admiral stated with dead seriousness.
“Their tracks end here, Captain.” Allowing a short pause for the true seriousness of his words to sink in, he continued:
“It is vital both to the Jedi order and to our cause that this is done meticulously - I want you to see to it personally, Captain Darklighter,” he ended with his orders with solemness.
“Yes, sir,” Biggs responded, saluting almost out of instinct even though there was no one there to see his gesture.
Biggs rolled his eyes at his faux pas.
The communication was terminated as Luke heard the customary click coming from the other side.
Luke sighed and paused a moment to take in the order.
Opening the door, a crew member who had been waiting for the stall, jumping up and down in anxiety of the impending release of fluids, raced past the mustachioed Tatooinite and almost pushing him aside, closed the door and locked it behind him.
Biggs washed his hands (who knows what he had touched while he was inside that stall) and quickly splashed some cold water on his face.
Taking a brisk pace, he made his way out and within moments was standing before the Jedi Master and his padawan:
“We’ll be reverting out of hyperspace mode shortly, Master Jedis,” he announced, the fact that he was saddened by the imminent loss of the two plastered on his face.
Looking down, he noticed the two had made some headway with their food:
“I’ll show you both to your room now, if you wish,” he stated as he looked at Master Kenobi – certainly he was aware of their impending voyage.
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Meanwhile on the Bridge…
Admiral Ackbar was in a side room to the bridge, on his comm-link:
“Has the ship been loaded with a six month’s supply of food and other necessities?” he queried. Any more and they would be conspicuous with such a huge bulk, he figured.
“Affirmative, Admiral,” came the response from the droid voice on the other end.
“Excellent, make sure there is a portable air cooler – they’re going to need it,” he finished.
“Roger, roger,” came the reply.
“I thought we changed that part of your programming,” the Admiral asked annoyed, referring to the disturbingly familiar way the droid responded – it was very much like the response of the Confederacy battle droids when replying to orders.
“Negative, Admiral,” came the metallic reply.
TAG: Master Kenobi, Luke, Jedi, ARR
OOC: Hoth System coming up shortly!
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