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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/5 6:49am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/5 6:55am (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: Will be posting Carthaginian today, LDU, with a response to Tarkin's initial address of the fleet at Waypoint Alpha! Included is a char. sheet for Jan di Toli, my original character shared with KD and now mine again. Thank you KD. We wish you well! Jan di Toli --Age: 40 ---Gender: Male ----Species: human -----Eye Color: hazel ------Hair Color and Style: Graying red but receding somewhat, trim and short as per Imperial Navy regulations -------Skin Complexion: Ruddy --------Clothing: Uniform of an officer in the Imperial Navy and bars of a fleet captain ---------Physique: Tall (as most Urseans are), hefty build, strong, a square jaw and a pronounced forehead. Large hands, but not such a large person that he can't easily find a way to get out of the way. ----------Personality: Noble and Loyal - these two things are basically the backbone of Mr. di Toli. With these two qualities he performs his duties efficiently, admirably, and promptly. He is keen, attentive, and both militarily and politically aware. A good judge of character, though sometimes shortsighted in his views. Fastidious, quiet. He's a man who weighs his words and adds a grain of salt to each scale of measurement. Enjoys staying busy and the stressful life of being the Re's personal aid. Good natured, and confident. It's not uncommon to see a sly smile cross his seasoned features. -----------Quirks: Sometimes sucks air through teeth ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: N/A --Class: ---Exterior Description: ----Interior Description: -----Weapon Systems: ------Crew Compliment: -------Hyperspace Capability: --------Misc. Specs. Biography (We suggest your history be brief. Please state your military experience if applicable, also please state any trauma that effects your character's actions or personality.) -Brief History: Confirmed bachelor, he was raised one of 6 sons on Astrachan. He was a middle brother, 4th oldest. He was sent at a young age to attend the military academy on Kavala. While living in on the capital planet, he also took an interest in the affairs of state from his improved vantage point. Learning as much as he could, di Toli acquired some friends on the Royal Staff, though subversion and ambition are not in his character. These friends were those that he acquired, true and loyal. He did serve a period in the USF, coming in contact with the then Cadet Julien Leitman and USF Commander Ulrich. Shortly there after he became under the service of the Royal family of Ursa and has served in the capacity of personal aid to the Re for a considerable amount of time. --Military History: Of note: Trade War with Trima, 1st Battle of Malove, and 2nd Battle of Malove. Jan di Toli also served a number of undercover operations for the Ursean Security Force before his taking up the position of Aide to the Re. His operations were mainly non-lethal, but he was sufficiently skilled at infiltration and long-time undercover assignments. Sometimes these assignments even took him through into the Inner Core, even Coruscant during earlier days. The man was among a team of five men and women that infiltrated the Black Sun crime Syndicate some ten years ago to acquire information on a possible political assassination. His efforts were awarded secretly by the newly elected Chancellor Palpatine, a man that di Toli had seen on Kavala. The stress of the life robbed him of much of the joy that he wished for and the Ursean wished for home. Hence, he returned to Kavala a seasoned man with much learned, to take up work in with the Royal family and eventually became the Personal Aide of the Re Anakin Skywalker. ---Traumatic Experiences: He and his father no longer talk. The excuse is that they have both become too busy with life. Mr. di Toli with grandfathering and retired in small cottage in the mountains. Jan di Toli bacheloring, steadily working. It's traumatic to the effect that Jan di Toli had a very strong connection with his father growing up until being sent to the military academy. Shortly thereafter he lost contact with Mr. di Toli. IC: Jan di Toli LOCATION: detention block A, bursar’s station “Not reported in yet,” asked di Toli leaning against the high backed counter to speak with the sentry within. “No, Mr. di Toli. He’s not reported in yet, but I’ll have him paged, if you like,” said the officer, lifting his chin to speak to the Executor’s aide. “He reported seeing the boy with the pilots before the second alert. That’s the most ES222 had to report. I took the call myself. He saw your young Lieutenant speaking with him too and they were heading toward the main exit of hangar A,” continued the Sergeant at arms. “Shall I,” the Sergeant asked, “No, not….” The aide cut off as soon as he heard mention of his commander, a voice full of frustration and anger filtering out into the central octagonal command center where Jan stood conferring with the Sergeant. Di Toli lifted his chin and found he listened, as was both is duty and now habit to take any and all details which involved and were pertinent to Lord Vader. “’E’s at it again,” huffed the Sergeant. “Really, can’t blame the fellow. Seems to be some sort of mix up over his ident’ and registration, Sir,” he answered to Di Toli’s unasked question. Jan slapped his cap against his thigh and donned it, walking toward the large cell just at the junction of one of the cell block main corridors with its purposefully disorienting lighting and elevated catwalk and the central command station. Leaning down, lowering his shiny pate to step down into the room, Jan’s robust form filled the entryway, the two guard and two officers snapping to attention, Di Toli’s rank as fleet captain upon his chest in the requisite bars notwithstanding, his position as aide to Lord Vader was comparatively more significant. “What seems to be the problem here,” he asked like a man who had every right to command the respectful silence which had fallen upon the utilitarian room and the following inflected report which ensued. “Trooper and his squad, Sir. They haven’t got proper Imperial Identification. We impounded his ship and now he wants to speak with Lord Vader himself,” laughed the interrogator. Jan di Toli raised his brows and looked to Atin. “An interesting problem. You’re either the victim of a precipitous fall through an very inconvenient loop hole,” he said in his light Ursean accent, “Or a very unfortunate spy. Perhaps, you might like to explain to me, trooper…” he leaned in to examine the markings on Atin’s armor and recognizing, he looked with furrowed brow to the warrior. TAG: Atin -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/5 9:37am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/5 9:38am (1 edits total) Edited By: LordDarthUmbrus
	OOC: Loramar L’du’s brilliant green lightsaber was held cocked up as the scintillating blade of Darth Realife descended. Loramar grunted and fell to his knees as the power of Darth Realife’s blade smashed down. Loramar fell backward on his bum on purpose so that he could spin kick Lord Realife’s legs out from under him. The ploy worked…but only for a moment….etc. Also: If I have missed anything in any interactions with anyone, please forgive this unit. I am posting this without the benefit of reading much as my time is short. IC: Tarkin Location: Killing Moon Forebridge . Killing Moon . Waypoint Alpha The Plan Multilayered displays appeared showing various theatre’s of battle: Images of Kalee Space and the Death Star target held a prominent layer: Around the planet, shield emplacements laced around the whole globe. 18 large dots orbited the Death Star representing Hyperspace Tugs. 6 large skewers orbited Kalee at strategic spots. These represented Ravager Class Super Cruisers. A globe display of Kalee showed long range data of the planet's surface with tactical readouts showing where the Death Star's shield projector was located and showing the locations of several Hypervelocity guns and Planetary Defender Ion Cannon emplacements. CIS cruisers of every size and description floated like dust motes around Kalee. It looked impregnable. "The main strike will include forming a wedge here..." a bright green wedge appeared that bored through a cluster of star cruisers and two Ravager's toward a position over the shield generator. "The Wedge will take on point approximately 1000 bomber squads with ship-to-ship support. CIS cruisers are largely open to bomber attacks...especially those of our new Starwings and Missile Boats." Tarkin recited as if he were reading a script. "Picketed by a Star Destroyer corridor, the Killing Moon will be positioned over the planetary shield here, just out of range of Planetary Defense Systems. The station's super-laser array will open a hole in the planetary shield here where in a strike-force will descend in stealth Drop Ships." A red light blinked where the hole in the shield would open. "The Imperator will be flanking the Killing Moon as cover from Star Cruiser bombardment. The ship is also equipped with a new coaxial super-laser that none of their ships can withstand...not even the Ravagers." Tarkin said, again with the distance of one reciting something told to him. "The Executor fleet contingent’s assignment will be to create a diversion on the far side of Kali before the main strike. This will draw enough of the superfleet away to ease bomber and Star Destroyer support for the Killing Moon. This fleet operation will be under Grand Admiral Carthaginian’s command. Fleet support will be split between Executor and Imperator to picket guard each ship for the operation. Formation must be close to take advantage of focused firepower and strengthened shield utility." "When we have brought down the shield generator and planetary defenses on the surface, Tarkin and Cartheginian are to move in on the Death Star in a Pincer Attack. Specially trained Commandos will move in to secure the Battle Station. Power Generation for one of the station's quadrispheric defenses can be terminated by blowing out the main Power Uniplexus on the North East Quadrant of the Station. It has yet to be completed." Tarkin informed. Ursean destroyers will move in first and engage the CIS control and destroyers to draw fire and enable the Imperial destroyers to approach on the flanks of the Death Star. Their unique shield technology will be invaluable in repelling incoming turbolaser fire from Death Star and its support ships. Tarkin held his hands to his back pensively. “I am open to questions regarding our assault.” He offered. Tag: Fleet Commanders, Vader -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed." - Chingachgook ~~~ SDO
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/5 6:32pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/5 7:46pm (6 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Celeste and USF LOCATION: Gripsholme Royal Port approach Streaking across the sky, the black ship, Halikarnassós trailed a tight corkscrew flume of noxious smoke that rained half-life particles down on the virgin preserve of the tender green planet below. The rarely used public addressed blared dully across the waving grasses, over the rocky white cliffs and blue sea, out over the sod roofs and into the gleaming clusters of spikey towers in the distance, ringing against the hard granite and ionite veined moutains to the west. The signal was rare, though not in the past months and all too soon for the recovering veterans of the CIS invasion 7 years prior. 5 ‘bleeps’ in rapid succession followed by a broadcast announcement told residents to bring in livestock and children, to take fall out precautions and drink only stored water and foods until advised later. Out onto the fields raced speeders to round up bisko and other grazing farm animals, workers anxiously looked overhead as they made their way to transports and safety. “Your Majesty,” said Admiral Ulrick, offering her a mask. “Ye… s… thank you,” said Celeste distractedly, her black tresses whipped by the coastal winds against the burgeoning blue of morning sky. She lowered the boxy high powered vision enhancement unit which filled her slender hand and wrestled her snaking tresses into the suit’s soft form helmet and mask, tapping the temple to activate the venting and communications systems. There had been no transmission yet of radiation levels, most of the precautions taken were pro-forma, and likely would be dispensed with once readings were transmitted from the PDS command, it was hoped. Her voice carried, but the wind and horrible scream and roar from above grew exponentially as the first Ursean ‘Bird’ fighters swept past in a deafening rumble and wave of heat. The jumble of voices, pilots communicating with one another and with ground units ready to descend upon the impending crash, vied with static over her comm. unit. The commando driving signaled to both the monarch and the Admiral to attenuate frequencies holding up 9 fingers and closing his fist to open again to 9 and then 1 and then 4. Nodding, Celeste spoke the command into her helmet, the close atmosphere of the black interior disconcerting at best and cutting her off from the world around her. She’d tried one of these on in numerous drills, but never felt the weight of the suit or helmet, never worn it for so long or in so near a necessity. “Frequency … alter… 9914,” she said softly not heeding the tremor she felt with the rush of chemicals her body released into her blood stream in anticipation and concern for her long awaited cousin, for the outcome of her venture, for her people, for Ursa, Gripsholme… her Lord.” She swallowed and breathed deeply and calmed. “Your Majesty,” came Admiral Ulrich’s voice, “their entry vector is still too steep, I suggest we pull back, as the debris field could spread as far as our current location.” “Very well, but keep us near. Where’s the med-evac,” she asked looking behind and seeing she spoke too soon the rather fat transport from the MedCenter roaring past them now. Ulrich nodded, his face hidden behind the dark visor of the radiation suit. He could not dissuade his Reina from coming out and her ever present security, the Black Guard, upon which the Re insisted had not fostered good will muscling their way through the USF protocol. Something he’d better work out before the Re returned. Looking once again to the sky, the Halikarnassós was nearing, now a hot bead at the fore of black contrail. Her fingers clutched at the chromed edge of the speeder as she stood without thinking, spellbound by the desperate ship’s jagged descent. “Still too steep….” Murmured Lev to himself, but his voice still audible over the frequency he shared with command and the Reina. Static… “…still too steep, Command, but they are staying on vector, copy….” “Nighthawk, have you got Halikarnassós in view, now…over…” “Negative… but we are coming up on her in 10 seconds…” “Command, this is Devil’s Trill, come on…” “Devil’s Trill… " Static… "... visual status… over…” “Multiple fires … hull breech … structural failure eminent… she’s breaking up … copy …” Celeste’s hands went slick against the inside of her life-suit’s gloves. Static… “… shuddering … too high … just lost part of their aft thru ... chassi ... Mother! … pitch is acute …” Static… /By the Force … !/ exclaimed Celeste in anguished silence. “… They got her nose up! She’s back on vector …” “… Who’s flying that box of tacks…” “… Stay on task … Holy Gustavus … fire-ships prepare … touch down in 10… 9 … 8 … 7… 6…” The ground shook, the speeder jostled as it adjusted and Celeste thrown to one side and grabbed by a Black Guard, held on and stooped as a huge shadow screamed past, the dying ship black and engulfed in flames squealed and shrieked metal against stone as birds and elken flew the canyon where now billowed flame and smoke in dark, light blotting pillars, the ground shuddering again with the explosive impact of the destroyer sized hulk! There was a moment of what seemed silence but was anything but. Suddenly the skies above were swarming with fire-ships spraying hard jets of flame retardant unto the wing shorn ship, nestled like a rumpled foil fighter, a child’s model poorly cast, in a sea of foam. Descending directly over the site, special tugs to seize and neutralize the downed ship’s reactors. She might have been obliterated before reaching too far down into the magnetosphere by one of the “snake-head” super lasers, if command had not been fore warned! They remained still and at a distance watching as the fires, engines, fuel and occupants were seen to, a hover crane resting just beyond in the distance ready for the massive retrieval and abatement of the toxic crash. Celeste listened as the reports came in, sporadic, measured, but becoming more and more casual and hopeful as the debris was cleared, the friction welded hatches opened, the generators stilled, the fuel expended, fires out….. /Where are you?/ Ulrich too, stood anxiously by, but then as the all clear came, “Radiation levels elevated minimally. Fall-out alert ended…” pulled his helmet off with gusto, as did Celeste and the other occupants of the speeder. Wiping her brow free of the strands of hair that had stuck with perspiration, she looked yet to the canyon, “Can you take us in closer now?” “Yes, of course,” said Ulrich, his gruff voice respectful but clipped, eager himself to get a better vantage. They pulled up to the edge and looked over to watch as crews still in fire-suits worked busily to clear debris and get a mobile ramp up to the underside bay opening of the downed ship. Again they waited… Ulrich stole a glance at the Reina as she stood rock still and kept her eyes on the wreck below. Then suddenly she stretched up and stepped forward. A group of non-fire-suited individuals descended the emergency ramp and one waved. Celeste hardly dared to smile, as she whispered hoarsely, “Alexstraza!” Ulrich answered his beeping comm. “The Princess Alexstraza wonders if she might take tea with you this afternoon,” he said stifling a chuckle. Celeste breathed a laugh, “Hah…”, clasping her hands and smiling tearfully. “Hah … if… Her Highness can bear a hasty board – Ursean for a table laid with foods - , she may take tea as soon she may find herself at the Malme dacha,” returned the Reina. “Oh, take us down there,”she demanded, pointing. Ulrich nodded to the driver and relayed the Reina’s message to the officer who greeted Princess Alexstraza. *** The USF commando looked up from his comm. and said to Ysera, “Her Majesty… ah … says, ‘If … her Highness can bear a hasty board, she may take tea as soon as she may find herself at the Malme dacha…’ Your Highness!” He smiled and bowed, “If I may ask, Princess, who was it brought her down,” he said nodding to the ship, but already a commotion was being made and retrieval and technical crews parting to let the Royal conveyance through. Celeste leaped from the speeder and ran forward to pull her cousin into a tight embrace, murmuring breathlessly, “Ysera… Ysera… Ysera!” TAG: Ysera -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/5 9:58pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	~OOC~Short post this time as real life has been busy at the moment. Hope the content makes up for it. ~IC~[In order of rank:] Captain Cale Lawson, First Lieutenant Taryn Haywood, Second Lieutenant Beri Tulon, Fondor Chief Engineer Florence Arno, Vince Mathous. Region: Bestine System Location: Victory-class Star Destroyer, Ulysses -Secondary Hanger Bay Taryn Haywood stormed into the hanger and looked for Vince. She looked past the wounded being carried out and spied him at the foot of his shuttle inspecting the landing gears. She huffed and headed straight for the shuttle pilot. "What is going on here?" She growled, ignoring the commotion around her. "Hello to you too," Vince looked perplexed. "Aren't you happy that we have retur-" "Where are the others?" Taryn cut him off mid sentence. "Still on the ship." Vince pointed to outside the hanger. "Why did you leave them behind?" She demanded. Vince straighted up and glared at her. "We have wounded that needs immediate medical attention. We had to leave early." "Yes, you have dropped them off. So go back and get them now." Taryn demanded. "Breathe. Calm down." Vince placed a hand on her shoulder. "The Naiad is there ready and waiting to take them back. They are fine. Nothing to worry about." * * * * * * * * * Location: Trade Federation Battleship, Haka'tak - Inner Starboard hanger - Zone 3 There was a loud crash that resonated throughout the hanger. A large girder dropped down from the overhead Federation landing crafts fuselage rack, and landed on top of the Naiad. More debris rained down around them as they tried to make it to the other side of the Zone to get to last shuttle. Their view of the Triton's last position was obstructed by columns of smoke and twisted metal. Wreckage from the disassembled C-9979 landing ships litter the deck, creating a large obstacle course for the remaining Imperials. When they passed the crumpled girder, they stopped dead in their tracks. The Triton, the last shuttle was not there. "Vince you bastard. Damn you!" Cale cursed. "What are we to do now?" Florence sounded concerned. "We have to keep moving and find a way off this inferno before something bad happens." Cale answered. "Something bad?" Florence didn't bother to hide her fear. "What do you call our situation?" "Unfortunate, Ms Arno. If you must know," Tulon explained, knowing what was on the Captain's mind. "The only thing keeping us alive now is this vessel's systems that are still operational. I am surprised that it has lasted this long while the ship is on its death throes, tearing itself apart." "What?!?" She exclaimed. "If we don't get out soon, we will suffocate from the drop in atmosphere when it vents before the ship blows up." Tag: The crew of the Aysberg. -----signature----- Certainty of death?Small chance of success?What are we waiting for? You take on One.You take on All Creation is an act of sheer will and next time it will be flawless
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/6 1:53pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/6 3:07pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: My thanks to pash' for her kind permission, research, and the few words I nicked off her. Löjtnant Annette Bening, Rothan Heavy LAAT/bub gunship. Location: Gripsholme Annette swooped in towards the downed wreck of the Halikarnassós, expertly slotting herself in among the swarm of fire-ships that had taken up a revolving station above the rising miasma of superheated air and scorched hull. They sprayed hard jets of flame retarding foam unto the wing shorn ship, while she streamed milk, fresh from the udder. Black metal, scorched hot from inferno of re-entry, sizzled angrily wherever the white liquids settled. The Ursean Security Force pilot had enjoyed some local notoriety after taking that fire-breathing lizard (oh, and the Re and Reina, of course) from the Royal Mannerhause at Malme, and over to the spaceport, but her duties had continued as normal. Eg. Pick guano up, fly about a bit, and put it down again. And so, along with the rest of the regional fleet of larties, as the Low Altitude Assault Transports were known, she had found herself on bisko-retrieval duty as the huge black cylinder of a starship cut a ruinous swathe through the clear skies over her gunship, trailing debris and toxic-looking gasses. Must have been too much for the poor animal. Not enough to get bisk-napped, the biggest fething bird that it had ever seen! So rather than leave a trail of white along the fields, might as well put it to some use. She looked along the brown scar that the beached ship had torn through the fields, till her gaze alighted on the Halikarnassós, where a group of non-fire-suited individuals emerged from the battered vessel, and one waved. She was considering how, if in their position, she would have kissed the sward, when her comlink squawked: “Lart Arse from Control. What’s your twenty?” Annette had no idea how she had ended up with the new callsign. Had she missed a vote? “Gruss Seele, Control. I am at the crash site, still. I have probably not been keeping up with USF space stuff, but don’t we have drydocks for this sort of thing?” “Her Ursean Majesty, Princess Ysera Alexstrasza, requested a crash landing personally.” “Had her little heart set on fething up the countryside, did she?” Annette enquired sarcastically, “Aw bless.” “This is an open channel, remember. Shake yourself off and come home. ” Bening was annoyed. Male Urseans were so quick to demean female drivers and pilots, and she was willing to bet the Princess gave no thought at all to the effect of slamming her starship into the countryside. She silently dared this Ysera to try that guano with one of the Re's fancy new destroyers. Reining in her growing annoyance, she bit off, “Copy, Control.” Bening spun her larty eastwards, and then, in the spirit of defending the female pilot community, jigged her compact little craft back and forth expertly, throwing the back of the larty in either direction, until she had splashed a calcium-rich WELCOME HOME message for the prodigal heroines and heroes. At least some women round here knew how to fly their darn ships. Engines purring comfortably in spite of the exertion, she headed home. Tag: Alexstrasza, Reina, crew and firefighters -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 5/6 4:24pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Of Calysta Shale Waypoint Alpha Calysta stepped forward slowly, to the front of the vessel. The four flight stations stuck out like a monument to better crafting and Calysta gingerly took a seat. She let her fingers touch the buttons and switches. It wasn’t too difficult for her, having lived around starships her entire life, to familiarize herself with the controls. Most of it came as instinct, but she could easily pick everything thing else up on the go. Feeling proud at the helm of the transport, Calysta let her mind wander to the upcoming battle, while her fingers gripped the edge of a joystick. She imagined flying the invaluable ground troops into combat and realized that she had been instructed to get a weapon. She voiced her concern to Twenty-one. “Does the ship have an armory? I need a weapon, before we ship out.” Tag: Sith -----signature----- Legal Adopter of dab. Fear the beast I shall shape.
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HanSolo29 Title: Manager: • Fan Art • LFL Projects/ Indy IV Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 5/6 7:09pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Bail Organa Leia's Bedroom, Mountain Retreat, Alderaan A soft breeze blew in from the mountainside, swirling wildly about the room as it lifted a stream of white petals along its currents. Bail's eyes narrowed as he followed the delicate trail back to the window, knowing full well that flowers did not just flutter up to this height on their own. There had to be an ulterior force at work here. That is when his dark gaze came to rest on the curtain and the child-like form it now clung around, conforming easily to its shape. Bail's expression softened as he stepped carefully to the open window and pulled back the curtain, revealing the princess of Alderaan. "There you are," he said quietly with a small smile. His voice betrayed his true feelings, however. Hopefully Leia would not be able to detect it, but it was only wishful thinking. Kneeling down onto one knee so that he was level with the child's face, Bail gently reached up and stroked a few loose strands of hair away from her eyes. "I've been worried about you." His voice fully failed him then, the final words of his last sentence drifting off into the breeze as he noticed the girl's doll resting nearby, her head surrounded by the very petals that had floated through the room moments before. It was as if Leia was paying her respects to Breha through her own private funeral using her toys. The thought brought a clenching pain to his chest as it pressed down on his lungs and threatened to cut off the very air he breathed. No child should be subject to this sort of pain this early in life. It was a carefree time of one's life and should be enjoyed to the fullest extent. The pain, trials, tribulations and hardships came later. That is, if one lived a normal life. Leia had anything but a normal life so far and was now faced with the hard reality of growing up way too soon. "Oh, L-Leia," he cooed, wrapping his arms securely around the small girl and pulling her close. "I'm so...sorry," his voice wavered as he tried to comfort her, his right hand rubbing continuously up and down her back to let her know he was still there. "We will pull through this together...stronger. I have no doubts about that." TAG: Leia -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 Goof Troops are we (Trimaj, solojones) Han Solo (ESB) in Ghost Ship Executor
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Xaverri-The-Magician Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/6 8:13pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/6 8:25pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Xaverri-The-Magician
	OOC: Thank you Pash for this joint-post its been a blast and Sithy for your surprise contribution! It gave me a good laugh!!! XTM IC: Ysera Alexstrasza and Celeste Gripsholme - Ursa The USF commando threw a grin up at Ysera, lowering his comm. and shouted over the din, “Her Majesty… ah … says, ‘If … her Highness can bear a hasty board, she may take tea as soon as she may find herself at the Malme dacha…!’” Ysera, holding onto Dumbo's shoulder for support, looked at the commando and smiled. "Tea? Tea, you know commando, I have forgotten what that tastes like. Tea would be perfect," she chuckled. He bowed and added, “If I may ask, Princess, who was it brought her down,” he said nodding to the ship, but already a commotion erupted amid dust and pebbles kicked up by advancing repulsor craft immediately behind him as retrieval and technical crews parted to let the Royal conveyance through. Ysera looked over the commando’s shoulder with surprise and eagerness, searching for the source of the voice that now called out her name and beaming a smile, patted Dumbo’s back and let him know to let her go. Celeste leaped from the speeder careful to avoid and looking up in time to see the incongruous sight of a black and white spotted bisko being airlifted from the scene, her utters pinched in an unfolded clamp of a LAAT’s twin heavy-lift agrav drives, spewing a stream of rich white milk from the heavens and splashing a line of white along the dusty ground. Walking but a few steps, Ysera came into a hard embrace and held her cousin who pulled her close. She was firm in her grasp! “Ysera… Ysera… Ysera,” murmured Celeste breathlessly. Ysera could only smile, surprised by the shear abandon of Celeste’s greeting, the physicality that was so unlike the Celeste she had known before. Her hands gently placed on Celeste’s cheeks, Ysera whispered tearfully, the carefully gated emotions of years now opened,"It's good to see your face, Celeste." It felt like forever, but it was only a few moments and suddenly Ysera felt weak in the legs. "Celeste, thank the Force that I could see you again after all this time." Ysera lightly pushed her to arms length, gazing at her young cousin now a young woman of uncommon beauty. "You look wonderful,” she laughed and Ysera fell once again into another embrace. From behind them, Ariel peered around Ysera at the dark haired woman who was hugging Ysera, someone to whom all around showed a marked attention and respect and to whom Ysera allowed open affection! This was something she couldn't even imagine seeing. Young Ariel, though not able to voice it, had always suspected Ysera to possess this tenderness, this emotion, but up until now, Ysera had not shown this side of herself. She was enthralled in seeing Ysera so happy, really happy. "That’s the Queen of Ursa, Ariel." the gruff voice of Humphrey Bear sounded alongside her and gesturing towards the slender women in her long brown coat fitted about her slender waste and tan breeches tucked into her utility boots. The almond face set off with prettily purt lips and soft amber eyes, arched brows coming to a fine pointed chin. "She is more beautiful than I'd ever imagined." Ariel could only stare in amazement, Ysera was a Princess and that meant she was related to the Queen! Ysera pulled away from their embrace. "Celeste," said Ysera, shaking her head as tears of emotion poured down her cheeks, the sun now rising enough above the horizon to send a shock of blinding golden light upon the high far wall of the top of the canyon, "I never thought I would see you again or this place," and as she said so, Ysera looked around her. Celeste likewise moved, smiled and shook her head , not ready to speak for fear she might sob with such relief. "You..." she managed. "You..." said Celeste, swallowing back tears and grabbing up Ysera hands, Celeste’s expression changing to concern, "They need ...ah... attention... Please... come..." she said looking to the Med techs. "A ... hover... for the Princess," said the Reina waving medical team who had advanced and then waited as the Reina greeted the sojourners forward. The med techs came rapidly on, quickly taking charge and guiding the crew of the dead ship off the ramp, taking readings and establishing the fitness of each, medical droids clattering amidst the flesh sentients quickly communicating countless bits of data per second. "Is this everyone," asked the tech in charge. "No there are 3 more inside but they are able. They are safe-guarding the cargo," at this, Ysera eyed Celeste with a cheeky smile. "They are to guard the cargo until it’s safely transported to a secure area… and that’s an order." Ysera called out. There was a quick gaze to the Reina for confirmation by the retrieval and med teams, with which received, was duly complied, though a certain curiosity could not help but to have been fostered. "Shall we?" Alexstraza gestured to Celeste to lead the way. "Come on you guys, we'll do the introductions when we recover." Ysera turned to face the commando and she said, "It was me, Commando. Who brought my ship down." She grinned as his jaw dropped. "Madame Your Highness, " said Ulrich intervening, "You'll pardon, but the medical exams and debriefings are as much for your health as for those of the inhabitants of this planet." "Admiral, if I may interject," said Celeste diplomatically. 'Yes, of course, Your Majesty," said Ulrich following her to the side. "I suggest a mobile unit may transport the crew of Halikarnassós to Malme grange, that barring complications or anomalies, the crew be examined and released from there. Those still aboard will be relieved, once the crew are released at Malme. It is the Re's express desire that this ship remain a matter private to ourselves," said Celeste quietly. "Can we effect such a condition, do you suppose?" Ulrich cleared his throat and rose up on his heels, "Very well, as you desire, Your Majesty. As long as Her Highness the Princess Alexstraza can vouche safe the integrity of the 3 still on board," the Admiral said, providing shade for his eyes as the sun’s rays appeared to “burst’ over the edge of the canyon. “I can,” said Ysera immediately. He turned to the waiting staff. "These crew will be transported to Malme dacha. Those 3 still aboard will remain till they can be relieved by the returning crew. "Majesty, Your Highness, the 3 who remain are they well supplied with food and necessities Your ship is inoperative; they’ll need at least a portable fresher,” Ulrick said looking back at the foundered ship and scratching his spiky white hair. “We can supply a support unit, if you think they will be here long," he added. "Yes, that would be good," Ysera replied. "As for the ship, well, the environmentals are partial at best. It will not fly for sometime, as we were under attacked when we left and we sustained more damage in hyperspace." Ysera said somberly, not meeting her cousin's gaze when she mentioned they were attacked and just yet she would not say especially by whom. This was not the place for such matters. "Understood, then, Your Majesty, Highness" said Ulrich bowing and saluting. Then shouting out his orders, he waved the staff on, and quickly made arrangements for his suggestions to be carried out. "Take them on then. Be quick about it now," he commanded to the waiting drivers in is usual growl. “Admiral,” called Celeste. “Your Majesty?” “Secure this area with air support. The Cargo is of paramount importance to me,” said Celeste, not bothering to add, ‘and for all….all in the most inclusive sense!’ “Consider it done,” he smiled and saluted again. He’d already taken the precautions and called command. Sighing, he stepped down the ramp and out into the seeming chaos of the crash site, directing as he went, commandeering a miffed Black Guard here and there, too! "Come along, Ysera, lean on me," said Celeste. She could feel her cousin needed some support and not waiting for the Princess’ answer, the Reina shouldered her cousin and wrapped an arm about her waist, walking her forward. "Do you wish to ride in the Med evac with your crew," asked Celeste, as they moved toward the waiting transportation. Ysera leaned on Celeste for support and called over her shoulder to Ariel, "Hey Kiddo, would you like to ride with me?" The young Oracle beamed. "Yes, Ma'am,” she yelled and ran towards Ysera to put her shoulder to support Alexstraza too, and came up under her other arm. "I'll catch you later then,” called Ariel to the remaining group. They all waved. "We'll catch you later, Ariel!" They waved her on. "I think that answers your question Celeste." Ysera smiled at the Reina, noting the depth of her cousin’s amber eyes. Celeste smiled down to Ariel and nodded to Ysera, saying "Hello, then, Ariel... that is your name, yes?" Ariel looked at the Queen. "Yes, it is. It’s an honour to meet you, Reina Celeste." Ariel was blushing, she’d never met a Queen before and she stammered, "Hello to you, too, excuse my etiquette, I have never met a Queen before, or let alone a Princess … not that I knew, well not formally!” Ariel looked up at Ysera for failing to inform her herself of her exalted status. Ysera smiled at them both, this was something she never expected but it was a welcomed one… * The ride over the fields to Malme was swift, the salted air of the Sea to their left wetted their hair, the strands flying about and whipping at their wind blown faces, and cheeks ruddy, the blue sky brightness causing them to squint, they relieved themselves of jackets and enjoyed the beauty of the land. Seagulls traveled overhead in what seemed a parallel flight. It was too noisy to speak, and in an ebullient, barely restrained silence, the three of them traveled to the Malme grange which light grey and green sodded peaks and gables appear over the mauve hued tree line in the still early morning pearlescence, mottled pink and grey like the inside of an oyster. Amid some small excitement, the household flooded out to greet the long journeying Princess. Crowding out under the fruit trees before the main drive, the stone walls of the dacha behind them, the speeder arrived under a shower of white and pink petals whipped from the branches of the orchards overstory by the repulsor’s jetted heat. “Welcome…. Welcome…” cheers and congratulations were called as the Federov’s arrived in a small group of three younger cousins, still in school while there parents were away at Senate on Coruscant. Sophia appeared with Maruuke, the little Infanta dressed in a plain blue jumper, her long chestnut hair tied back loosely to keep her bangs free of her face. Washed and combed hastily by the tall blond nurse at her side, Sophia bounced slightly to get a better view, soon letting go Maruuke’s hand and running out to her mother, excited by … all the excitement. She looked wonderingly up with her large dark blue eyes, clearly her father’s progeny, his brows, lips and nose surmounting her pointed and dimpled chin. “Welcome home, dear … cousin … Princess Alexstraza,” said the child with a prim curtsy and barest reserve, presenting a sweet scented and bright yellow bouquet of the last ladifolias of spring. * “Marion could not be here,” said Celeste later as the crowds of well wishers dispersed and Ysera was seen to by medical staff in a low ceilinged room overlooking the sea. Beyond the open casements, the surf could be heard pounding the white cliffs below. The light curtains blew in the salt breeze. The physician had finished his examination and closed the soft white robe in which the Princess Alexstrasza was wrapped. Bowing and making his last notes and prescribing a “restorative” and stepping back from the high posted bed in which Ysera was ensconced. “She is away … at war with the Re,” said Celeste quietly after he left, noting that Ysera had looked about at the assembled earlier not seeing all or confused and forgetful of names. Ysera only smiled and gazing about like a child. It all felt soothing to relax, the feeling of comfort and family as she gazed upon Celeste. She flexed her arms and closed her eyes to the sound of the crashing ocean outside. "War, is no place for the untrained," Ysera breathed out, "How is Anakin, Celeste? I would very much love to see him." Ysera opened her eyes and look over to Celeste. She patted down the empty spot next her on the bed to join her. "You have changed since the last I saw you, but I shouldn't be surprised by it. You look wonderful." She said. Six years, thought Ysera. It only dawned on her how much she had sacrificed to arrive at this point and at times thought she would never make it but they did and the emotion washed over her and a single tear dropped as she smiled at the relief of being back home. She observed Ariel was in the room, sleeping on the bed next to her, all her life was revolved around this girl who she had to come to love as it were own child. "What have I missed while I was away, Celeste?" She smiled mischievously at her. Tag: Celeste -----signature----- There Are Alternatives to Fighting Your Eyes Can Decieve You, Don't Trust Them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-e1tM-q9pCw
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/7 5:59am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Xaverri, you are most welcome. Always good for Annette to keep her hand in, piloting wise. IC: Captain Switek, Ensign Inca, STAN, Gamma Four Location: Naboo Approaching the waterfall cascading down the cliff face, Switek and Inca noted the Lambda-class shuttle ahead of them, flanked by two diminutive fighter craft, not unlike the N1s made famous by the Battle of Naboo. Inca checked her instruments. “They don’t seem to be in a tractor beam, sir.” Switek huffed. “So much for a tractor being ‘standard procedure’, then.” “Well it might be for transports with the Queen onboard.” Rosalind pointed out in a rare moment of clarity. “And if so, Queen Amidala would not necessarily recognise that other ships without her on board, did not have that restriction.” “I suppose. You could be right.” Their forward motion slowed and halted as the other shuttle’s wings turned up to match the over-sized dorsal fin, and coasted into the now visible, dark and rectangular aperture in the cliff face. Seconds after all three craft disappeared inside, Gamma Four started moving forwards again, the ‘letterbox’ of the Theed Royal Hangars initially looking too small to fit in, then growing steadily larger until they were able to see inside, and make out lights and reflections of shiny deck and hulls before the view of the natural outside world, was swapped for the austerity of the hangar. Switek felt himself hit his seat restraints as the local tractors arrested their forward motion again, then moved them sideways to the left, so that they would not be parking behind the other Imperial shuttle. Switek was already freeing himself from his chair as they settled on the shiny deck. From the limited view afforded by their window blister, the place looked quite full now, what with the Lambda, the escorts, and some N1s against the far wall, visible beyond the Imperial ship. The TIE pilot moved to his still seated companion’s shoulder, and looked along with her out into the bay. “Any sign of an honour guard, or anyone reasonably officious looking?” “Negative, sir.” “Mm. Queen Amidala is our responsibility until we can hand her over to a member of her government.” Outside and across the way, a man in a white uniform with a military cut, had descended from the shuttle’s nose-ramp, and was conferring with two pilots, one male, one a shorter female. Switek took a moment out of dealing with his royal passenger to educate Rosalind. He pointed across to the other ship. “See that white uniform?” “Yes, sir.” “That uniform denotes a Grand Admiral, one of the highest ranks you can gain in His Imperial Majesty’s Navy. I believe there are only twelve, eleven in existence.” He subtracted Paul Grant from their number, after he had betrayed his Emperor and done a runner to the Dantooine system, where, unsurprisingly, Imperial justice had caught up with him. “His face is blue.” “Well observed, Ensign. And what does that tell you?” “It’s a bit nippy?” Switek managed to swallow his annoyance this time, and countered in a reasonable voice, “No. Nor is he choking on a collar that is too tight, going to a fancy dress ball, or supporting a sport team that wears blue on the field. He’s a Chiss A rare non-human to have achieved success in the Imperial Navy. Anyway, back to business. Crack open the hatch, will you.” “Yes sir.” “Stay here.” Switek turned from his pilot and stepped into the main cabin, addressing first the tankdroid, then the Queen. “STAN, secure the area. Don’t shoot anyone. Your Highness?” He raised an eyebrow when he saw that Sabe Amidala’s face was now painted white, with a tiny amount of red where at least part of her lips were. It made her look like the wind had changed while she was sucking on a straw. Still, the Naboo were known for their visual customs. It was the unwise person who thought that was all they were. The Naboo were tough under all that. Behind him, STAN was rolling on his tracks down the ramp; fresh, bracing air from the cliff-face rolled in to rejuvenate the shipboard atmosphere. “Please can one of your handmaidens accompany STAN to look out for a member of your government? My orders are to hand you over to one of them.” Tag: Queen Amidala, Naboo party, Grand Admiral Thrawn, locals. -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/7 12:01pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Twenty-One, Gamma Five Monster Squad assault shuttle. Location: Wraithis hangar Looking on, Twenty-One felt a feeling of comradeship as the junior pilot started to appreciate the craft in the same way that he would. She sat carefully at one of the flight stations, and gripped the joystick. He allowed her to take all the time she needed, but it wasn’t long before she seemed to return to the moment and look up at him. “Does the ship have an armory? I need a weapon, before we ship out.” The sandtrooper nodded, he recalled Seventy-Nine’s advice to her earlier. “Young lady, this ship is an armoury. However, I’m afraid she doesn’t carry weapons. We tend to bring our own, y’know? Check out the back, where Beta and the Sarge may have stocked something you can use. If not, you’ll have to head back to your quarters to pick something up.” Either that, or mug a passing seatrooper, he thought silently. He didn’t suggest it, as he couldn’t see her partnering up with Beta, for one to get on hands and knees behind one of the unsuspecting men, while the other gave him a hearty shove in the chestplate. Beta would be up for it, he knew. Always game for a laugh was Beta. Tag: Calysta Shale OOC: Paraphrased from long term memory of: Black Adder Goes Fourth and Hot Fuzz. IC: Captain Iillor, Huntress Immobiliser 418 heavy cruiser. Location: Waypoint Alpha Iillor listened intently to Tarkin’s voice as he ran through the expected brief for Kalee, though with anything from Intelligence, you had to take it with a pinch of salt. She’d have loved to have been at that mission briefing. “You want me, to sit in CIS space, holographing pictures of the Death Star?” “Yes! Top hole, man!” “It’ll be too dark, sir. I won’t be able to see a thing.” “Mm, that’s a pickle. Tell you what, we’ll send up a couple of flares; you’ll be lit up like the Fire Rings of Fornax!” “Great. Glad I checked.” At length, the Grand Moff came to an end. “I am open to questions regarding our assault.” There was silence as a hundreds of ship commanders that knew better than be drawn into that one, stared back innocently, or inspected the ceilings of their respective bridges. “Is it true,” a captain that she did not recognise, started to comm on fleet-wide, “that there is a spot on a Super Battle Droid’s head, that if you hit it with a blaster bolt, will make it shoot up in the air like a GAM?” Iillor turned to her crew. “Helm, whoever that was, edge us away from their vessel without looking like we are edging away!” “I don’t know, fly casual!” Tag: Imperials -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/8 10:27am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/8 11:01am (3 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: OK, I couldn't resist! IC: Leia Organa LOCATION: mountain retreat, Alderaan – Leia’s room and various other rooms Fists balled tightly against her father’s chest, she pushed at first and wrestled against his embrace as he said, his voice breaking, “I’m so … sorry.” Oh so long he’d been away, so many times called, leaving sometimes in the middle of the night so she could not say farewell, waking to find him gone! “Where were you? Where were you? She’s gone….” and then unable to fight the warmth of his embrace, the quiet caress that reminded her how she loved him, Leia’s little chest shuddered with choking sobs as nestled her fevered brow into the crook of his shoulder and reached her hands to cling about his chest though they could not meet at his back and she grabbed at his grey coverall. “Father, Father….” The sleep that she could not allow for fear of waking to find everyone gone and dead, finally came. * When the birdsong entered into her room, it was a soft morning light that woke Leia. She gazed out at the surrounding mountains, their white faces lifted to the far horizon and bathed in the violet, rose, and gold of daybreak. Such a greeting beckoned a happy heart, required one to jump on her bed, and perhaps sing to the audience of stuffed animals that lined the foot of that same very big bed. It was only Myrtle’s dithering way that nervously conveyed a want of feeling was in evidence and Leia let herself down and dressed in the somber togs laid out for her as Myrtle left the room sniffling. * “Is there anything the matter, Mistress Leia?” Leia looked up from her studies as the golden glint of C3PO’s exo-skeletal chassis caught her eye and he moved with characteristic halting gait across the tiled floor, proprioceptors working furiously to keep the ungainly and stiff droid vertical. Leia pursed her lips and laid her chin down atop her hand upon an open screen next which she sat reading a lesson. Blowing out hard, she dropped the stylus with which she wrote and laid her head on the side. “I’m bored,” she said lazily, already tired of the grand pageant that seemed to be perversely and rather too liberally engaged in by the “well-meaning.” She sighed. She’d far rather be out amongst the rooms of people, however annoying and distasteful she found their grief. “Oh, Miss, but learning is a very important activity, a process of discovery. Surely, if one adopts the proper attitude…” he chattered on blithely, waxing wise and offering the best encouragement he could. “… although, perhaps you lack a more immediate challenge. We might play a game. I am programmed in several thousand board games. I can provide you the most developmentally fit engagement if you like. Chutes and Ladders,” he declared, wondering though about the chutes which could be called ‘slides.’ “… a very popular game for human children of your age… though I wonder why they don’t call it “Slides and Ladders!” “Sh … sh,” he tried, and then, “sl … sl… I suppose it is easier to pronounce “Sh” rather than “sl.” Oh, what am I saying?! I don’t mean to encourage truancy…” C3PO began to worry. “NO, no thank you, 3PO. I have to finish my lesson and shhhhhh,” said Leia seeing he was unable to stop himself and the latest in the long line of tutors approached. Whoever made 3PO, she decided, must have left out something and she sighed and picked up her stylus. * The mantel of state sat heavily upon her father and protocol, condoling family and dignitaries took what time was not spent in settling the dead Queen’s estate, seeing her body installed upon its ceremonial bier and participating in the funeral. Leia was by necessity “lost” to her lessons where it was expected by her “keepers” she was properly employed. Thus, when it came that Bail and Leia sat at a quiet dinner together, they sat, Leia swinging her legs with pent up energy under the table, an empty chair between them, the clink of metal utensils against the ceramic of their dishes making the absence of Breha almost unbearable. Leia spoke, attempting to fill the void and blurting out the question she’d longed to ask before but held in silence, not wanting to hurt her mother’s feelings or give her the impression that Leia did not wish to be with her. “Father...” she asked, lifting her chin, sitting as she did in a big person’s chair and having to speak across and over the expanse of table and taller serving platters and bowls between them. “Can… can I go with you when you return to Coruscant…I promise I will be very obedient and brush my hair and teeth and scrub my fingernails without being told. I can help you too like I helped mother. Pleeeeeeease,” she begged smiling hopefully, eyes big and brows lifted. * The next day as he sat at his desk, she popped up over the far edge and slowly pushed a cup of kaffee in front of him with a cookie. “I won’t make loud noises while you work, either… Pleeeeeease?” * “You’ll miss me when you go and who will tuck me in,” she said as he kissed her goodnight. "You need goodnight kisses too...pleeease," she whispered. * She sat next to him in a meeting with his cabinet ministers, having let herself in at the door, the ministers stopping in mid squabble to watch and stand to bow to the Princess as she walked to her father’s side and sat with a data pad and began to type without a word. Leia looked up to meet her father’s confuse gaze, “I’m taking notes. You continue with your meeting Father!” She crossed her legs and continued to type,albeit with one finger and sometimes lost hunting for a letter or two, biting her lower lip. Her datapad later revealed she had typed: 1. krop yeeldz r vari gud thiz Seasn. Wee hav alot! 2. >O< >O< >O< I I I 3. Mnstr of Intr GlAtik comers haz a mean fac. 4. mpeerial tax brdn is co-rziun. its unekitable >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO******************^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ TAG: Bail -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/8 2:50pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: I love what you had Leia type! Great imagination. Ah, I need to get in some Fen and Nifesta time. Idea! If Xaverri can have one of her Wedge post funfairs, all the ingame parents should endeavour to get their kids along to it! -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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morichro Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 5/8 3:23pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Atin, RC-3222 Imperial Cellblock 1138 “Unfortunate spy? I wouldn't go as far to say unfortunate” the clone commando Atin shook his head. “If I were a spy, I'd have obtained the knowledge I wished within seconds of your petty dock officers drawing me in here, and I'd have been on my way out. They forgot, somehow, to restrain me back by my ship, I could've easily-” Atin stopped, before they decided to gas him, or something equally as ruthless for the temerity of his outbreak. The captain's brow furrowed, he wasn't in the mood for games it seemed. Atin looked down at his hands, lying palm-side up on his knees. How did he end up in this mess? Was he really being accused of treachory? His blood was boiling, but he drew in a breath to stop himself from doing anything...stupid. He looked up at the officer. “It's as though I've been struggling to exist, these past years, while you Imperial officers have been catching each and every slice of Air cake Vader throws you. You don't know the feeling! Having seen your entire squadron go down infront of your eyes, and then to see it again, again, and again until your mind begins to crumble, and every sense