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The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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Sith-I-5
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Aug '02
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Date Posted:
4/26 10:09am
Subject:
RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
- Date Edited:
4/26 10:10am (1 edits total)
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OOC: Addendum to last post; forgot to include it. 
IC: Captain Switek
With the reasonable knowledge that the HIMS Prestige was here to back him up, the sure knowledge of what the assault shuttle was capable off, and a certainty of how everyone would act if he blasted by unannounced, the pilot signalled the growing planet's security forces.
"Theed Ground Control, this is the Imperial shuttle Gamma Four, Imperial Code Clearance, Bronze. Requesting permission to deliver VIP passengers to the Royal Palace hangars. Over."
This was a three stage process, as far as the captain was concerned.
Stage 1: he had just asked, nicely.
Stage 2: if they said 'no', he would let the Queen herself call ahead;
Stage 3: if anyone still demured, he would land anyway. Frag it, orders were orders.
After seven previous attempts to block her return, including a ballsy attack on the Hidden Dagger, instructions from Imperial or local authorities that were considered normal at other times; would be viewed with outright suspicion here.
Tag: Corellian_Outrider, MaidofOrleans
IC: Captain Gilad Pellaeon, ISD Chimaera
Location: Naboo
"They said what?!" he exclaimed, when Prestige's broadcast had been relayed to him. "Cheeky beggars. We will have to see what the Grand Admiral says about this."
"Yes sir."
"Continue docking our TIEs but keep a couple of the interceptors out in case they are needed as escorts."
"As ordered."
Tag: Thrawn
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TheMaidofOrleans
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Date Posted:
4/27 8:05pm
Subject:
RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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4/27 8:23pm (1 edits total)
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IC & NRC
Queen Amidala II & retinue
Various:NRC’s: Supervisor Dinn, Theed Spaceport,
Supervisor Natius, Royal Hanger, Theed Palace
Imperial Lieut Sturr, (Eorge Drago) & Stasia Sunwalker
Location: Naboo and Union ship
Location:Union Ship Stasia Sunwalker’s cabin
“Damn, stupid fools! They have ruined everything with their arrogance!”
Lieut Sturr had entered Professor Sunwalker’s cabin without knocking and began to rant.
“What is it?” Stasia had begun to unpack her small valise and stopped to look at the very agitated Imperial officer who was posing as her nephew, Eorge Drago.
“Don’t unpack! We’ll not going anywhere! Those Union fools decided to ignore a Code Yellow!”
“What is a Code Yellow?”
“All traffic in the system and the spaceport are placed on standby. Nothing comes in, nothing goes out. It’s usually ordered when there are VIP’s arriving, or possible attack, but lately it has been amended to include smugglers, blockade runners and possible terrorists from escaping. These Union fools ignored the Code Yellow and we are being forced back to Theed Port. They couldn’t wait until the code was lifted!”
“What will happen?”
“If your port supervisor follows the required protocol, the vessel will be impounded, and certain individuals detained until a hearing is conducted as to why they decided to disobey.
“What will happen to my life partner and daughter?”
“It is not your fault this has occurred. We shall see.”
Tag: Those aboard the Aquila
* * * * * * * * * *
Imperial Shuttle: Queen Amidala & retinue
Home! Oh if only they had windows to view their beloved Naboo!
Amidala thanked Master Niebloh for his sketch of the strange warrior and folding it once, placed the sketch into a pocket.
The Naboo settled themselves into their chairs , fastening the security belts and waited for the last minutes of their long voyage to come to an end.
* * * * * * * *
Supervisor Dinn, Theed Spaceport
“This is Supervisor Dinn, thank you Admiral Thrawn for your assistance. We shall take control of the Union vessel.”
Dinn’s finger touched the green crystal button which would connect her to the Union ship.
“ Union vessel you are to proceed to docking bay 221B and disengage all engines. Everyone on board will disembark in an orderly fashion. No weapons, I repeat no weapons are to be carried by any individual. If so, additional charges will be added and entire party will be placed in immediate confinement. Please have all documents pertaining to the registry of your ship and points of destination and cargo ready for inspection. The slightest infringement of these rules will result in additional charges.”
Switching off the com, Dinn stood .”Have 4 speeders and 20 security guards, armed and ready to meet me in five minutes. I’m going to personally speak to the Union vessel and inform them of how they have broken guidelines that have been in effect for over two millennium .”
The flight coordinator took her seat once more and turned to her superior.
“What will happen to them?”
“Depends upon the judge. The courts now have additional Imperial amendments to Code Yellow.”
Another flight coordinator, a freckled face young man, turned towards Dinn as she was about to leave . His voice full of excitement, over what he was about to say!
“Supervisor Dinn! An Imperial shuttle has entered atmosphere! The Gamma Four has requested permission to deliver VIP passengers to the Royal Palace hangers. Code Clearance Bronze.”
“It’s Queen Amidala!...Why does everything happen at one time! If that Union vessel had…I don’t want to think about it! Inform Theed Palace hanger of approaching vessel.”
“Yes, madam.” He swung back towards the instrument panel, his fingers dancing over the colored buttons. “Theed Palace Hanger this is Control. Be advised Imperial Shuttle Gamma Four requests permission to deliver VIP passengers to palace. Over.”
“Acknowledged, Theed Control.This is Supervisor Natius. We shall take guide the shuttle in. Over.”
“Acknowledged, Palace Control. Over.”
“Good, now I can take care of our Union miscreants.”
* * * * * * * * *
Theed Palace Hanger, Supervisor Natius
“Imperial Shuttle Gamma Four, this is Theed Palace Hanger, Supervisor Natius speaking. We have you on our screen. We shall guide you in with our tractor beams. Please disengage engines. Do not attempt to land on your own for we shall have forcenet on until the last. Do you copy, Gamma Four?”
Placing his com on pause, the controller turned a guard. “Inform Governor Eicester, Queen Amidala II has come home.”
Captain of Imperial Shuttle, Gamma Four
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ArgenPalos
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Date Posted:
4/28 9:23am
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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IC: Admiral Ackbar
Location: the Paladin, hyperspace en route to Hoth System
Admiral Ackbar came out of one of the many side-rooms that lay adjacent to the Bridge area. Although at first glance the “brain” of the huge MC Cruiser was not that large when compared its Imperial Star Destroyer counterparts but indeed instead of one large central area, it had many sub-sections which radiated from the central area where the main control area was located, so in fact in size it nearly did match them.
Admiral Ackbar had been tending to the particular details of the imminent arrival on the Hoth System – normally it would be an easy side-stop, meant to throw off any compromises to the secret of its destination. However, this stop would entail handling a “delicate” situation; a Jedi Master and his Padawan were going to be getting off and were headed to Tatooine, to squirrel themselves away from the prying eyes of the Empire.
Admiral Ackbar knew this had to be managed as discreetly as possible so in fact he saw to it that very few if any even knew of the details. Where he could, he ordered that droids be involved – they could handle the mundane tasks of finishing the repairs on Skipray Blasboat that Master Kenobi would be taking to the Outer Rim desert planet and other things such as loading the necessaries and such.
The ship was perfect for the job – it was larger than a typical starfighter yet it was agile and quick, perfect for evading unwanted attention. It could fit a small crew, in this case which would be replaced with a stockpile of necessaries the two Jedi would need for a long stay on Tatooine, yet it could be flown by a singular person.
Since General Darkeyes had “borrowed” the vessel from Master Kenobi on Dagobah, they had seen to its clean-up, repairs and even slight upgrades and modifications on certain systems. Admiral Ackbar had not anticipated the Jedi needing it for such an extreme situation but in anticipation of its return to its proper owner, in gratitude for the loan to the General he had ordered it done; he was glad he had.
As he exited the room, he walked to the Captain’s chair, his head down, his hands folded behind his back going over the mental checklist in his mind as Commander Obayqwon addressed him:
“Reversion in approximately seventeen minutes, Admiral,” she asserted as she turned from her screen to gaze upon the wily Calamarian.
Looking up, he answered as he sat himself down in the swiveling Captain’s Chair:
“Very good, Commander; Please prepare a contingent of fighters for…reconnaissance,” he ordered as he leaned back on the chair.
His thinking was that if a single ship was launched from the hangar, it would be too obvious – people would question its purpose. If a small group of ships was launched for a more usual purpose such as reconnaissance, then the Skipray Blasboat’s presence and eventual exit would be less notable.
“We will launch the contingent upon my command, once we arrive at the system,” he finished as he continued doting on his mental checklist.
“They will make a quick orbit of the planet for survey purposes, and then scan for tracking devices and then back into the hangar with them,” he finished quietly, only for Commander Obayqwon’s ears.
“Yes, Captain Darklighter will have to see to the droid’s memories being wiped, as well,” he mumbled to himself, unintelligible to those sitting around him.
The Admiral then looked up as he heard the large Bridge doors open and the unmistakable footfall of General Darkeyes promenade in, Sargeant Rohr in tow.
Commander Obaywqwon stood and saluted the General as he walked past her.
“Ah, General, I’m glad you’re here,” Ackbar said brightly.
“We’ll be making contact with the system very shortly now.”
Motioning the General close, as the equally large figure of the military man came close he whispered:
“All things are at the ready – Captain Darklighter is presently with the two Jedi – he will be showing them to their ship,” he said with sudden concern in his voice.
“That is unless, the Captain suddenly has thinks of something else he just has to show the Jedi,” he said somewhat jokingly yet hesitantly at the same time.
“I’ve cleared the hangar where the Skipray Blasboat is located of all non-necessary personnel; hopefully this will be a discreet process,” he finished confidently.
TAG: Torian, Rohr, Jedi, ARR
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Sith-I-5
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Date Posted:
4/28 12:58pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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IC: Captain Switek, Ensign Inca, Gamma Four
Location: Naboo, approaching atmosphere.
Switek watched the planet grow larger, and it’s blue glow fill the cockpit, as he swooped down upon the planet, the Imperial presence in higher orbit disappearing from sight as he awaited a response from the surface.
“I don’t think they’re going for it, Chewy.”
“Sir?”
“Nothing,” Stan countered innocently, just as the commo-board rang out with a firm voice from planetside.
“Imperial Shuttle Gamma Four, this is Theed Palace Hanger, Supervisor Natius speaking. We have you on our screen. We shall guide you in with our tractor beams. Please disengage engines. Do not attempt to land on your own for we shall have forcenet on until the last. Do you copy, Gamma Four ”
The captain hesitated, but only slightly; as a pilot of a starfighter notorious for its lack of landing gear, he was conditioned to surrendering control to garrison and capital ship tractor operators, but what about the Queen’s safety?
He had no idea of the political situation here.
If this was a Union dignitary, a Union world, and if he’d been psychic, seeing as no-one had told him of their existence, there would be an armed concussion missile in case they had to break free urgently.
Grimacing, he put out a hand, dialled the engines back to 1%, and kept the repulsors going so that they did not just plummet out of the sky.
“Your Highness,” he called into the main cabin, “they want us to cut engines and bring us in on tractors. Is that standard procedure, and are you okay with that?”
Then to the “Supervisor Natius” on the ground: “Theed Palace Hangar from Gamma Four. Captain Switek. Engines are down to one percent, which is the best we can do until our passenger confirms satisfaction with your instructions.
Repulsors are online until we register your tractor lock, and we request no surface launches without clearing them with us first. You have control, Theed Palace Hangar.”
Inca looked over her shoulder at him, her brown eyes full of concern. “What if someone does attack?”
"You are still not appreciating just how tough these babies are, Ensign. Probably bounce off us." The captain's tone was light, but his smile was grim: “But see if I shop here again!”
Tag: Theed Palace Hangar, Queen Amidala, Grand Admiral Thrawn
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Ominous
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4/28 1:50pm
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IC: Torian, Rhor
Location: Command and Control aka the Bridge, Paladin
Motioning the General close, as the equally large figure of the military man came close he whispered:
“All things are at the ready – Captain Darklighter is presently with the two Jedi – he will be showing them to their ship,” he said with sudden concern in his voice.
“That is unless, the Captain suddenly has thinks of something else he just has to show the Jedi,” he said somewhat jokingly yet hesitantly at the same time.
“I’ve cleared the hangar where the Skipray Blasboat is located of all non-necessary personnel; hopefully this will be a discreet process,” he finished confidently.
Torian chuckled at the comment, “Yeah what is that kid, a Captain of this ship, or friggin’ tour guide?”
Looking out the viewport, “That is one large ice cube. Rhor here says it can shrink a man, if you get my meaning. Anyways, we can always be on the look out for new bases just in case the present one is compromised. Then again, I am ready for home and I am sure the crew here is ready for some shore leave.”
Sgt. Rhor spoke up, “Do you want to see the cargo off General?”
Turning back to Rhor, “Nah, they are good to go. He has the calling card.”
TAG: Adm. Ackbar
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Of Calysta Shale
Waypoint Alpha
Calysta entered the cockpit slowly. She had prepared herself to not be put-out when it was no snub fighter. The command area of the shuttle greatly exceeded her expectations, though. The wiring was neat and the various machineries were extremely modern. While, she should’ve expected nothing less from a ship produced for the Empire, it was still surprising.
Telgorn Corporation obviously knew what they were doing, when they produced a vessel. Calysta let the cleanness of the mechanics seep over her, before noticing the other characteristics of the cockpit. The first thing that stood out was the number of stations. There were four for flight and a command console. Twenty-one had said something about it, if she recalled correctly.
“Do I have a supporting crew? Or, shall I fly it alone?”
Calysta wondered if that was even physically possible. She made no assumptions and kept her words as casual, polite and innocent as possible, within the limits of her social skills.
Tag: Sithy
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Date Posted:
4/28 4:36pm
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Monday, April 28, 08
IC Queen Amidala II on board the Gamma 4
and NRC Supervisor Natius, Theed Palace Hangar
“Your Highness,” he called into the main cabin, “they want us to cut engines and bring us in on tractors. Is that standard procedure, and are you okay with that?”
“Theed Palace Hangar from Gamma Four. Captain Switek. Engines are down to one percent, which is the best we can do until our passenger confirms satisfaction with your instructions.
Repulsors are online until we register your tractor lock, and we request no surface launches without clearing them with us first. You have control, Theed Palace Hangar.”
The ring finger delicately touched the com.”Yes, Captain Switek, that is standard procedure since the entrance of the hangar is located on the side of a cliff and quite narrow.”
Switek would be in communication with Supervisor Naitus, Sabe knew. He had been Supervisor of the palace hangar since the reign of King Veruna, and quite capable. Amidala rested her hands upon her lap, one on top of the other and smiled encouragingly towards her niece, Ryoo.
“Gamma 4, this is Palace, for your information, the rogue CIS incursion has been eliminated. All Confederate weapons have been neutralized. Palace will deactivate SecurityNet in approximately 7 seconds. From that point, our tractor beams will be activated and guide you in.”
Naitus began the count “ 5…4…3…2…1…SecurityNet deactivated. Bringing tractors on line in 6…5…4…3…2…1…activating tractors. Enjoy the ride.”
Tag: Gamma 4
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4/28 11:45pm
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Gm Approved
Name: Wedge Antilles
--Age: 7
---Gender: Male
----Species: Human
-----Eye Color: hazel
------Hair Color and Style: brown
-------Skin Complexion: creamy white
--------Clothing: clothing of a child
----------Personality: Passionate, fun-loving, who would rather fly starfighters than anything else
-----------Quirks: Enjoys being around his family as well as being known for looking out for the best interests of those around him.
------------Force Sensitive: No
Biography
-Brief History:
Wedge's life was split between attending school on Corellia and working aboard the Gus Treta space station with his older sister Syal, where his parents, Jagged and Zena, operated a starship-refueling depot.
IC: Wedge
Corellia
Wedge looked around at all the amusement-park rides and then down at the small handful of creds in his hand. Don't spend it all in one place, Dad says. How does he expect me not to? Chewing on his lower lip and then pushing his dark hair out of equally dark, serious eyes, he set off down the midway to check out the games and rides. Being more concerned with deciding on what to do first, he stopped paying attention to where he was going. A few moments later, he realised what a bad idea that was when he ran right into someone. "Oof!"
"Owwww!" he heard.
"Uhm, sorry....I didn't mean to."
"...S'okay, m'alright..."
Wedge grinned sheepishly at the person he'd bumped into. The aforementioned person was a boy that looked to be around his age and had short blonde hair and pale blue eyes. "Hi. My name's Wedge, what's yours?"
The blonde haired boy glanced nervously around him and looked back at Wedge. "M'name's Derek." he mumbled.
"Are you from around here?"
"No, I'm from Ralltiir. Are you from here?" Derek seemed to be warming up slightly even though he still glanced nervously about him as if he was worried someone would jump out at him at any moment.
"Yup," said Wedge proudly, "My parents own the Gus Treta refueling station."
"Oh," replied Derek simply.
"Sooooo....have you been on any of the rides yet?"
"No," Derek looked meek, "I don't have any money."
Wedge's face turned incredulous, "You're at a park and your parents didn't give you money?"
"No." said Derek quietly.
Wedge took in the sight of the other boy, his clothes looked to be quite threadbare and hung loosely on his skinny frame. His straw- blonde hair combed down mostly but had a stubborn cowlick poking out of the top of his crown. Wedge stood for a moment in thought, chewing on his lower lip in contemplation. He was facing a moral dilemma, he could invite this newcomer to ride the rides with him but his money wouldn't last nearly as long as it would have by itself. However, Derek had a sad, hungry look in his blue eyes and Wedge's seven-year old conscience wouldn't let him walk away from a new friend in need. "Weeell....I could pay I guess."
The mournful look on Derek's face quickly turned to surprise, "I-...I couldn't ask you to do that..."
Wedge grinned, "You wouldn't be asking me, I'm offering."
For the first time since Wedge had bumped into him, a smile blossomed on Derek's face. Albeit, the smile was a small one, but it was a small nonetheless. "Well, what're we waiting for?"
Throughout the afternoon, Derek opened up more and more to Wedge and his smiles, although few and far between, became more frequent as time went on. Derek was very intelligent and witty for his young age and he and Wedge got along perfectly. After Wedge's money ran out, he and Derek spent their time walking around the midway, talking and watching some of the more interesting denizens of the park. About the time the sun was setting, Wedge's newfound friend suddenly stopped in mid sentence and his entire body stiffened. Wedge looked over his shoulder in the direction Derek was looking to see a large, angry looking man motioning to Derek and calling his name. "Derek! You little git! We're leavin'!"
Derek's gaze dropped to the ground, "I've gotta go, thanks for bein' so friendly to me." he mumbled as he trudged toward the man.
Wedge watched Derek go and wondered if he'd ever see the boy again...
To be continued....
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IC: Captain Stan Switek, Gamma Four
Leaning slightly to the right, over his chair’s armrest, Switek listened to the Queen’s response.
“Yes, Captain Switek, that is standard procedure since the entrance of the hangar is located on the side of a cliff and quite narrow”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Hand hovering near the controls for the engines and repulsors, he waited for the familiar aligning shift as a tractor took hold.
“Gamma 4, this is Palace, for your information, the rogue CIS incursion has been eliminated. All Confederate weapons have been neutralized. Palace will deactivate SecurityNet in approximately 7 seconds. From that point, our tractor beams will be activated and guide you in.”
“Copy.”
“5…4…3…2…1…SecurityNet deactivated. Bringing tractors on line in 6…5…4…3…2…1…activating tractors. Enjoy the ride.”
Switek felt the seat padding under him move slightly as the craft shifted to match the tractor’s alignment, and killed the engines and repulsors.
It felt eerie to see the craft nosing down into the cloud cover, white and grey wisps scudding over the canopy, moisture streaming up and around, then breaking into open sunlight again.
The green valleys and mountains came up fast, indecipherable pinpricks coalescing into vehicles, buildings, people and the occasional animal.
One part of the geography rose up from the rest, forming into a brown cliffside with a beautiful cascade of sparkling water flowing down the side. The green top of the cliff featured beautifully designed buildings and balustrades flanking the river whose water was steaming down the cliff.
Curiously, the tractor seems to be taking them into the waterfall.
If he’d known, Switek thought ruefully, he would have soaped the ship up before leaving the Executor. The vehicle valets had a bit of a climb to get to work…
Tag: Queen Amidala, Theed Palace Hangar
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IC:the Truthsayer, "Aquila" crew
On-board "Aquila"
The old Jedi sensed the Imperial's emotions and gave a barely visible smile. He was underestimating the Union, a very good sign, if most of the Imperials thought like him, the Empire will have a lot more casualties in the war that was to come. He will have to report this to the duchess.
They were waiting for the guards of the port to come when the co-pilot rushed inside.
-New...-he drew some breath-...orders...We are to leave our weapons...
-Easy, lad, we are not in a hurry, of course we will leave our armament here...
The Truthsayer then turned towards the Commander of the honour guard.
-You heard him, leave all your weapons...I know you are quite capable to defend yourself even without them...
The other man seemed startled.
-Does that mean that we will have to leave our gas-masks too? You know...
-Of course not, I will not force you to do such a thing...
It was forbidden for the honor guards to take off their gas-masks, after all they will die if they do such a thing. The commander relaxed a bit then again snapped in attention.
The old Jedi sensed what every person of the crew and the guards repeated to themselves.
"Through the lightning and the tempest, Greater Good, deliver us..."
TAG: Corellian_Outrider, MOO
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OOC: OK. So, I'm setting this in so that anyone that wants to can play off of it or against it while in the flow of all their other actions. I'm invoking the main Imperial Nasties as a main group.
Tarkin's Address
IC: Tarkin
Location: Killing Moon's Command Center . Waypoint Alpha
The holograms of each commander in the fleet existed like a three dimensional sea in a two dimensional plain. The darkness of the Killing's Moon's Command Center was lit with a livid grey-blue glow from the bright hologram. Prominently situated in the holo-dimentional field was the Emperor and his lackey, Lord Vader, along with Thrawn at Naboo, Carthaginian in his flagship, Motti in command of Imperator, and Ozzle in command of Executor.
The sick color showed up the shadows in the deep valleys and crags that made up Wilhuff Tarkin's hatchet face.
The thin Eridonian stood before the 'assembly' with his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him was illuminated a detailed three dimensional schema of the Kaleesh Star System in a main frame, with Mygeeto, Muunalist, Tatooine, and Geonosis in lesser frames.
The frames represented the main fronts of the operation. The Imperial Attack was, in fact, already underway on Mygeeto and Muunalist with these tributary strike forces poised to deliver surgical strikes at both worlds to distract the main CIS force at Kalee from the main Imperial thrust there.
---- The overall strategy
The Kaleesh 3D wireframe resolved into a live-action feed. Tarkin related details of the upcoming mission to Kalee:
The Prime Objective of the attack was to wrest the nearly completed Death Star, code-named by the CIS as The Requiem Initiative, from CIS hands.
The Secondary Objective was, to put it quite plainly, the total and absolute annihilation of all CIS resistance in the Galaxy. With Imperial Intelligence confirming that the High Commander of the CIS, General Grievous, was at last dead, the CIS was then left with only a fractured and disorganized leadership structure. They would not be able to mount an effective defense or counter-offensive without proper leadership. The time to strike was now!
The Strike would utterly dissolve the CIS with the 3 main CIS worlds annexed under Imperial Control.
With the Death Star acquired, the CIS remnant would surrender or find themselves facing extinction.
Fear would drive these systems in line: fear of the Death Star Battle Station. Regional garrisons under the control of military governors would secure the formerly aligned CIS worlds and bring them into a state where they could again obtain rights for representation within the Imperial Senate...eventually.
---- Tactical considerations
Kalee: Although the force around Kalee greatly outnumbered the Waypoint Strikeforce, they would be greatly outgunned by superior Imperial Technology.
The new Advanced Turbolasers, with which each ship was now outfitted, were more powerful than the weapons used at the outset of the Clone Wars. They delivered approximately 4 times the ergs that the previous weapons batteries were capable of. Their rate of fire had also been increased by a factor of 2 due to new coolant technologies developed at Maw Installation.
Each ship in the Imperial and Victory Class Star Destroyers were also outfitted with Planet Defender class Ion Cannons capable of draining shield energy from any shield system of Fortress Class or less. It had been tested that sustained Ion fire from these weapons could even break a Planetary Shield if given enough time.
Each capital ship in the Imperial Flotilla also had also been supplied with a vast fleet of TIE Class starfighters and TIE Bombers. These newer fighters sacrificed shielding for maneuverability, but they were so much more maneuverable than old CIS droid fighters of every class, that target acquisition may not be a possibility for the droids in most cases.
As impressive as these advances were, they paled in comparison to the awesome might that the new Imperial Star Dreadnaughts afforded. Imperator and Executor, the flagships of the flotilla, were the prizes of the Imperial Fleet. Each ship had the power of an entire fleet in and of themselves, and the Imperator sported an innovation that was based on the old SPMA-T technologies...a superlaser that was powerful enough to vaporize capital ships and crack planet crusts!
This weapon was multiplied by the greatest asset now at the disposal of the Imperial Navy...The Killing Moon...an old Republic Planetary Defense Prototype whose plans were stolen by the CIS for the development of the Death Star. Killing Moon sported a Superlaser Array...several emplacements pockmarked the egg shaped weapons platform. It was the big gun...the equalizer!
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Tarkin proved his point by showing the capabilities of his latest prize. He ran the recording of the Killing Moon in action at Maw Installation during a test run just before the Pacification of Dac.
The view showed at first a fleet of 25 Acclamator Type II gun ships flanked by 25 old styled armored dreadnaughts. Each ship was a drone slaved to a massive Lucrehulk-class Droid Control Ship. The fleet positioned itself into a classic Republic Attack reverse-wedge formation as it sought to surround the Killing Moon.
The multiple ships opened up with blue turbolaser fire which splintered off of the Killing Moon's invisible Planetary Class defense shield.
Then it was the Killing Moon's turn to counter-attack. The station began to rotate. Spidery pyramids of energy converged over several dishes embedded in the huge battle station's smooth steel gray armor. Green beams of focused photonic energy pulsed out from each illuminated disk. When a beam tapped a ship, that ship became an incandescent ball of blue plasma and molten steel dust.
Over and over, the Killing Moon fired as it rotated lazily in space. Within, a minute, all that was left of the fleet of 50 ships was the black vacuum of space that twinkled with frozen bits of metal dust.
Then, the Lucrehulk opened up all its Turbolaser batteries, raining annihilation down on the Killing Moon. The hail of red bolts caused the Killing Moon's shield to fluoresce with a blue glow. Below the glow, the shielded surface of the battle station began to spark and arc as shield overload started to begin.
No matter, two dishes illuminated with green energy. Two taps from the twin superlasers and the huge Droid Control Ship turned into a miniature supernova, consuming both control sphere and propulsion ring in one blast.
---- The Display changed again showing a wireframe view of the Death Star orbiting Kalee
The Killing Moon was as nothing compared to the Death Star, though. It was the Ultimate Power In The Universe. The superlaser it housed was enough to annihilate entire planets!
---- The Display changed. A grainy view appeared with grey droid command and telemetry readouts framing the view. The distinct sound of an Imperial Probedroid’s odd electronic language sounded through the display.
The view zoomed in from a great distance to show the glittering superstructure of the Death Star surrounding a great conical structure at its center. The wide end of the cone was a gigantic dish not unlike the much smaller one’s pocking the Killing Moon.
The grainy display flared and then readjusted as the vast dish sent out tributary beams that focused at a central axis point. The Axis point flared and the remote view had to readjust again for the increased light output.
The remote view danced and distorted as it tried to cope with the thermal and radiant energy that flashed forth from the Death Star. The energy was like a beam made of verdant sun-surface, blinding hot. The beam touched the planet Huk only for a second. There was a monumental flash and then the video pickup went entirely dead as a blast wave hit the probe.
Such was the power of the Mighty Death Star!
To be continued with ‘The Plan’. My fingers are tired!
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OOC: This post has been posted before but this is a directors cut of that posted with content added. Thanks again Pash for your guidance and your input and critique/feedback!
XTM
Undisclosed Location - 7 years ago.
To the untrained eye, it seemed like just another lonely old farm-house on a hilltop overlooking the Ocean. To the trained eye, however, it was something else entirely. The experienced professional would have noticed no less than twenty heavily armed commandos standing guard around the estate, scanning the horizon.
To be sure, this was an unusual setting for a galactic meeting, but this was not a meeting that the participants wanted widely known.
The state of the galaxy at that time was grim. The Jedi Order had been chased out of Coruscant, but now it played cat-and-mouse games with the Galactic Empire. Naboo was furious with the Galactic Empire over indiscretions. The CIS and the Galactic Empire, already engaged in a phony war, were both on the verge of entering the Galactic Weapons Club.
But all these were big ticket issues, and the small group of planets gathered together today were not big ticket players in galactic affairs. They were small planets---mice, not lions---relative minnows of galactic affairs with the exception of one entity here represented yet, its relationship to the the now defunct Republic had been minimal at best. Being enormous wealthy, a galactic 'bread basket,' and staunchly isolationist and self-sufficient, it never desired the allegiance which compromised some of its distant neighbors. Yet, the others were less independent and though small voices in the Galactic 'Babel,' they would remain so for not much longer!
Not for long.
The mice were about to roar.
Seven of the eight delegations now sat in the main sitting room of the farmhouse, waiting. Each planet delegation consisted of two or three people---one senior diplomat, and one or two military personnel.
The view out through the windows was breathtaking---a splendid vista of the wild waves of the ocean smashing against the coast---but no-one at this gathering cared much for the view.
The Hapans checked their chronos impatiently, frowning. Their leader, a wily old Shaykh from the United Arabanth Imaarah named Raznar Sabba, said: There's been no word from Professor Traza for over six months. What makes you think he'll even come?"
The Cardooinians, typically, sat there calmly and patiently, their leader simply saying, "He'll be here."
Sabba scowled.
While he waited, he flipped through his briefing kit and started re-reading the mysterious book extract that had been provided for all the participants at the meeting.
It was headed "The Voyage of the Albatross"
The Diamond Capstone.
Perhaps the greatest mystery of the temples is the most obvious one: the Great Temple at Ziost stands nine feet shorter that it should.
For once upon a time at its peak sat the most revered object in all of history.
The Diamond Capstone.
Or, as the Rakatans called it, the Die Diamantkrone.
Shaped like a small pyramid, the Capstone stood nine feet tall and was made almost entirely of Diamond. It was inscribed with hieroglyphics and other more mysterious carvings in an unknown language, and on one side--the south side--it featured the Eye of Saklut.
Every morning it shone like a jewel as it received the first rays of the rising sun--the first earthly object in Ziost to receive those sacred rays.
The Great Capstone was actually made up of seven pieces, its pyramidal form cut into horizontal strips, creating six pieces that were trapezoidal in shape and one, the topmost piece, hat was itself pyramidal (small pyramids such as this were called pyramidions).
We say that the Capstone was made almost entirely of Diamond, because while its body was indeed crafted from solid Diamond, it featured a thin bore-hole that ran vertically down through its core, in the exact centre of the Capstone.
This hollow was about two inches wide and it cut downward through each of the seven pieces, punching holes in all of them.
Embedded in each of those circular holes could be found a crystal, not unlike the lens of a magnifying glass. When placed in sequence those seven crystals served to concentrate the Sun's rays on those days when it passed directly overhead.
This is a crucial point.
Many scholars have noted that the construction of the Great Temple by the Sithari King Adas curiously coincides with the solar event know as the Sól Rotation. This phenomenon involves the rotation of the Sun and the subsequent appearance of a powerful sunspot into alignment with Ziost.
Accomplished Sunwatchers that they were, the Rakatans certainly knew of the Sun's rotation, sunspots, and indeed of the sunspot that we call "Sól". Aware of its intense heat, they called it 'Sôwilô's Destroyer'. (They also knew of the smaller sunspot that precedes Sól by seven days, and so labeled it 'The Sôwilô's Prophet')
The last Sól Rotation occured in 28,000-27,700 circa, just a few years after the Great Temple was completed. Interestingly, the next Rotation will occur in Year 18 after the Great ReSynchronization and Year 983 after the Ruusan Reformation, the day of the vernal equinox, the time when the Sun is perfectly perpendicular to Ziost.
Those theorists who link the construction of the temple to Sól also claim that the Capstone's unique 'crystal array' has the ability to capture and harness solar energy, while the more outrageous authors claim it possesses fabulous paranormal powers.
Having said this, however, it should be noted that the Diamond Capstone only sat atop the Great Temple for a very short time.
The day after the Sól Rotation of 28,000-27,700 circa, the Capstone was removed, and taken to a secret location where it rested for over 24,000 years.
It has since disappeared from history altogether, so that now all that remains of it is an ominous inscription found on the empty summit of the Great Temple at Ziost itself:
Cower in fear, cry in despair,
You wretched mortals
For that which giveth great power
Also takes it away.
For lest the Die Diamantkrone be placed at sacred site
On sacred ground, at sacred height,
Within seven sunsets of the arrival of Sôwilô's prophet,
At the high-point of the seventh day,
The fires of Sôwilô's implacable Destroyer will devour us all.
IC: Captain Ysera Alexstrasza
7 years ago - The Flight of the Albatross Meeting.
A door slammed somewhere. Sabba looked up from his reading.
The host, the leader of the Hapan delegation, General Niloc Pou, formally opened the meeting.
"My friends, welcome to Hapes Consortium, and to a meeting of tremendous significance. I will get directly to the point. Almost 10 years ago, members of a Coruscant military-archaeological team found the pregnant wife of the Oracle of Rakata in her hideaway in Selonia. It is not known how they found her, but we do know that the leader of the Coruscant expedition was the eminent Priest historian Father Callow Batta. Batta's specialty is ancient Rakatan and Sith religious practices, particularly Sun worship.
"In accordance with the dictates of an ancient Rakatan Sun cult, Batta and his team took the pregnant woman to a remote volcano in Selonia on the day of the vernal equinox, which was 10 years ago to this day.
"At noon on the day of the equinox, by the so-called 'pure' light of the Sun, in a chamber cut into the flank of the volcano, the Oracle's wife gave birth to a son, whom Batta immediately abducted."
"Batta and his military escorts then left, leaving the mother to die inside the chamber."
"But then something most unexpected occurred."
"After Batta's team had departed, the Oracle's wife gave birth to another child, a girl. Through the extraordinary efforts of Professor Traza and Captain Alexstrasza, this baby girl was recovered, alive and well...."
There was, of course, more to it than that, Alexstrasza thought as she listened.
She and Traza had actually found the Oracle's wife a day before the Coruscanti's. Her name was Se'Iva Blade and she had been living in hiding, in fear of her abusive husband, the present-day Oracle of Rakata. Pregnant with the Oracle's heir (or heirs), she had fled from his fists and rages, the petulant rages of a spoilt man.
Alexstrasza had sympathised with Se'Iva immediately, promised to look after her. But then the University of Sanbra Coruscant had arrived the following day in great numbers and abducted her--leading to the incident at the volcano.
Niloc was still talking: "It is this extremely fortunate occurance--the birth of a second Oracle--that brings us together today. Professor Traza, if you will....."
Traza stood up. "Thank you, Niloc." He addressed the assembled delegates. "Ms Lockhart, gentlemen. Our eight small nations come together today at a pivotal moment in history."
"The actions of Priest Batta and his men in Selonia can mean only one thing, a most dangerous thing. The USC's are making their move. After 24,000 years of searching, they have just secured the key to discovering the greatest, most sought-after treasure in human history: the Diamond Capstone of the Great Temple."
"Allow me to elaborate," Traza said.
"As you will have read in your briefing materials, there was once a magnificent Diamond Capstone that sat atop the Great Temple. It, however, was removed from the apex o the structure soon after the Great Temple was completed, staying there for only a few short years."
"It it not mentioned in any Sith records after that time nor its final resting place known.
"Over the ages since then, the Diamond Capstone has been the subject of countless myths and legends. The Dark Lord, Dathka Graush, tried to find it at the Rakata Oasis in the Western Front, only to lose 50,000 men in the attempt, consumed in a strong storm of unusual ferocity.
"Freedon Nadd tried to locate it, but failed. Exar Kun took an entire army to Ziost to find it, and failed.
"But all the legends have one thing in common. In all of them the Capstone is said to possess unusual properties. It is said to be a source of immense power; it is said to contain the secret to perpetual motion; it said to be a solar polariser, capable of absorbing the rays of the Sun.
"And then, of course, there are the occult myths: that the Capstone is a talisman of evil, forged in a bloody ceremony by occultist priests; that the nation that claims it as their own and keeps it in their lands will be unconquerable in battle; that it is a piece of Alien technology brought to Ziost at the height of their reign as a gift from a higher civilisation."
Traza said, "Which is why we are here today. Our eight small nations are not enemies of the Old Republic or the CIS or the newly formed Empire. Indeed, we have fought by their sides on many previous occasions. But on this matter, we have decided that we cannot sit idly by while these so-called "Great Powers" engage in a battle for the most powerful artefact known to humankind.
"No. We are gathered here today because we believe that the Capstone should not belong to any one superpower. Its power is simply too great. In short, we are here to save the Galaxy."
"So what about the little girl---"Sabba asked.
Traza held up his hand. "In a moment, Raznar, in a moment. Just a little more background first. Throughout history, the Capstone has been sought by many powerful individuals: Dathka Graush, Freedon Nadd, Exar Kun, and, most recently, by Revan and the True Sith. It is worshipped by organizations such as the Witches of Dathomir and the Black Sun. All of them believe the same thing: whosoever finds the Capstone and performs an ancient ritual with it will rule the Galaxy for a thousand years."
The room was silent.
Traza went on.
"Only one man in history is believed to have actually held th Capstone in his possession and harnessed its awesome power. He is also the one who, according to legend, broke the Capstone down into its seven individual Pieces--so that no one man could ever have it whole again. He then had those Pieces spread to the distant corners of the galaxy, to be buried within seven colossal monuments, the seven greatest structures of his age."
"Who?" Sabba said, leaning forward.
"The only man ever to rule the entire galaxy of his era," Traza said. "Adas the Sith'ari."
To be continued....
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IC: Admiral Ackbar
Location: the Paladin, hyperspace, arriving at the Hoth System shortly
Admiral Ackbar cast a wary glance at General Darkeyes as he suggested that the overgrown snowball that was Hoth was a possibility for a future base;
“Brrrrr….,” he stated with a shudder – the mere thought of such cold overwhelming him. Dac was a very warm and temperate planet and the Mon Cal didn’t do too well with such bitter extremes of weather. Then again, what sentient species did? Maybe the Urseans – strangely enough they seemed to enjoy the snow, he mused to himself; a little too much for sane reason if you asked him.
“In that case, I hope we never have to leave Yavin 4,” he said gravely with a shake of the head.
Listening to the General’s reply that he wouldn’t be seeing the two Jedi off, it was just as well, he figured, the less pomp and circumstance at the departure the better. Looking at the two soldiers before him who amazingly enough he still held some stature over (the Mon Cal males were very tall) although if there was a fight, he was sure either one of them could break him in half, he spoke:
“Well, gentlemen, we’ll be at the Hoth System in minutes….,” he said with a gesture to some empty seats nearby.
Getting into the Captain’s chair, he swiveled into a position facing the oncoming destination though still outside only the blurred starlines were still visible.
“Take a seat for the reversion, if you’d like. I have a feeling we won’t be running into any more obstacles there….,” he asserted, referencing the fact that the system was barely charted on any starmaps and was so out of the way and almost uninhabitable that no one in their right mind would have any reason to be there….or so he hoped.
TAG: Gen. Darkeyes, Sgt. Rohr, Obi-Wan, Biggs, Luke, Jedi, ARR
OOC: Next floor: Women’s lingerie, Men’s sportswear and the Hoth System.
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IC: Bail Organa
Mountain Retreat, Alderaan
The call had come in the thick of night, rousing him from a restless sleep in the midst of the galactic capital. Sleep was a precious thing to cling to these days, especially with the current state of the Senate and the turmoil that was steadily spreading throughout the galaxy. But Bail Organa found no sleep this night. He had just been informed that his dear wife, Breha, had passed on from this life, leaving a hollow void within his chest. He had known for weeks that it was coming, but nothing shook you more than the hard reality of it actually coming to pass. A little bit of Bail had died along with Breha that night, and it prompted him to make immediate preparations to return home to Alderaan. A family emergency was more important than listening to senators squabble to themselves in the Senate day in and day out. Plus, there was little Leia to think about. His young daughter would be left all alone and he would need to be there to comfort her.
The servants were quick with gathering his things, packing them away neatly for the trip home. For that, Bail was thankful. Dressed simply in a gray jumpsuit with a belt that sported the royal seal of Alderaan and a cape draped over his shoulder, Bail hurried from his suite to the waiting blockade runner that served at his personal transport since the start of the war.
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The sun was just beginning to peak over the tops of the highest mountains, signaling the start of a new day, but this day brought anything but high hopes and a fresh start. Instead, Bail found a dark, somber mood within the corridors of the palace as he entered the grand building. Aides and servants, still going about their business, appeared withdrawn and saddened by the same news that had rocked Bail to the very core. A hard knot began to rise within his throat as he forced himself to move forward, avoiding the sympathetic gazes of his staff as he passed. He did not want to take the time to stop and listen to their condolences, although they meant well. He had to find Leia and and be there for her - to try and make things alright again for the little princess. It would be a hard and bumpy road, but Bail had confidence that if they stuck together, they could push through this and come out of it stronger.
The door which led to the little girl's chambers was cocked halfway open, a small stream of yellow light pooling out into the darkened corridor. Bail sighed, the light indicating that she had either sat up through the night or that she had fallen asleep amongst her tears, forgetting to switch the light off before drifting off. Resting his hand gently on the door, he gave it a soft push and stepped into the cozy room.
"Leia?" he called softly, hiding the pain within his voice and fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "No need to hide, my angel. I'm here."
TAG: Leia
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~OOC~ Special thanks to MOO. Welcome back to Naboo! Also thank you M-O-E for the last second input.
~IC~
Grand Admiral Thrawn
Location: Naboo - Theed
Two blue N-X Police Cruisers flew in formation as guards of honour, escorting an important officer of the Imperial Navy that is onboard a Lambda shuttle. The Lambda shuttle followed the Solleu River over the Virdugo Plunge and down to the spaceport below. The spaceport situated at the base of the cliff. Caches captures the water from the falls and channels it under the port, sending it back to the river that crosses the lowlands below the city.
Gears slid into place as the shuttle's trademark wings raised up to allow the deployment of landing gears. The shuttle touched down lightly on the allocated plot followed by the engines shutting down. Jets of vapour hissed downward to release the pressure as the landing ramp lowered.
At the top of the ramp stood a tall, blue toned man wearing the crisp white naval uniform of a Grand Admiral. His glowing red eyes pierced through the dark shadow of the shuttle. He strode down the ramp with a brisk pace and stopped at the bottom and looked about the crowded spaceport. Another man wearing a light grey uniform with a Lieutenant plaque on his chest came out of the shuttle and stood behind the Grand Admiral, but off to the side slightly. The roar of the falls behind them were deafening. Movement to the left caused the Grand Admiral to turn sharply in that direction.
One of the N-X had 'landed' quite close to the Admiral's shuttle, its repulsors hummed as the craft does not contain landing gear. The cockpit canopy had been retracted and the pilot stepped off the fuselage and dropped to the ground lightly. By then, the other Police cruiser started to land on the other side of the shuttle. Both approaching pilots stopped to take off the helmet and carried it by their sides. One was a short medium build man with a mop of brown hair, who looked like he could do with a caffeine fix. The other pilot was a tall female, her brunette tresses flowed about in the wind. They both stood to attention and saluted the Admiral.
"Officer Marc Titchner, Cadet Leah Sykes, I presume?" Mitth'raw'nuruodo returned the salute.
"Yes sir." Titchner answered. His expression looked a bit perplexed by an alien wearing the uniform of a Supreme Commander of the Chommel Sector.
"Thank you for coming at short notice and in the early hours of the morning." Mitth'raw'nuruodo expressed his appreciation to the two officers. "I shall forward a note to you superiors informing them how dedicate the two of you are."
"W-Why thank you sir." Titchner stammered. "Is there anything else we could be of service?"
Mitth'raw'nuruodo considered his offer for a second before answering. "You may direct me to the Ellié Arcadium. After that, see if Supervisor Dinn requires your assistance with his wayward shuttle."
"Are you not going to be personally involve yourself in the matter?" Syke asked.
"Cadet, that is no way to address a superior officer." Titchner censured her.
"That is fine, Officer Titchner." Mitth'raw'nuruodo interrupted him. "She meant no offence."
He turned to regard Cadet Sykes. "Although I am curious about the situation, the responsibility falls on Supervisor Dinn and the local militia. My duty is elsewhere. There is something else I need to investigate."
Sykes' shifted her eyes from the Admiral's penetrating gaze and saw a shuttle silently glide into view. She couldn't understand why there should be more inbound vessels. There was a Code Yellow lock down after all. She considered the Grand Admiral fortunate to of been allowed to land at the spaceport at all.
Noticing the change in focus of the young cadet, Mitth'raw'nuruodo turned and saw the inbound transport. He distinctly noticed that the engines were not active and must of been under the power of a tractor beam. "I believe Queen Amidala the Second has returned at last to her people."
Tag: MOO, The Admiral
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