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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/14 12:53pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Inspired by Bad Boys II IC: GNK Power Droids x 2, power station Location: Mygeeto The environment, interior of the power station supplying energy to a network of ground defenses, such as Planet Defender ion cannon and Hypervelocity Guns, had a flooring of panelled metal and blast-deflecting ceramic, with spires of bland grey durasteel and transparent plexiglase. Two blocky grey GNK style power droids toddled slowly along the artificial canyon floor, apparently minding their own business as they ambled in the direction of the gate leading from the energy-fenced compound. A hundred metres short of the exit, the droids abruptly changed direction, swinging to the left a full ninety degrees. An organic observer would wonder if it had something to do with the small cluster of B1 battle droids standing idly in their path. The idle thought would be compounded by further observation of the two taking perhaps five more steps along a given route out of the square, only to turn aside as more Separatist automata turned up, B2s and triple-legged droideka turning up, encircling the hapless duo with aimed blaster weapons. “Mike!” A muffled voice said from inside the carapace of one droid. “Dey’ got us surrounded!” “With droideka and homing spider droids!” The other GNK yelled back irately. “How’d I not see dat?” “I’m just trying to helpful, Mike.” “Hey, you know what would be fraggin' helpful, Marcus? Just shut the frag up and let me type, let's try that.” After a few moments of shaking from the power droid on the left, as if, well, you know that thing about in every fat person, is a thin one trying to get out? The thin person was really putting their back into it this time. A yellow shouldered B1, it’s colour scheme denoting it’s command programming, nudged its fellow, and gestured with it’s blaster towards the two intruders. “Check it out, Corporal. We’ll cover you.” “Can’t we draw straws?” “Get on with-” In front of them, twin clatters of metal on ferrocrete showed the tops of the two robots on the floor, and half visible within their carapace, were either two organics or new models of battledroids, in colourful purple and gold battle armour. Battledroids that could sing! Holding wide-bore blaster rifles on as much of the circle as they could, both jigged in unison, within the confines of their armour and disguises: “Bad droid, bad droid, watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do when we come for you?” Then one spoke out of tune. “Unit Three. We are cut off. You should have control of the guns; fire at will.” Over at least a fifty square mile area, all the networked Hypervelocity Guns whined noisily, single barrels of hardened durasteel rising from horizontal slumber in recessed ferrocrete, swivelling on motors, and aiming for the heavens. These babies could knock up 120 super-accelerated solid slugs a minute. Shield domes around them dropped, and in ten second bursts, the individual turrets locked onto a target within Mygeetan planetary interface. BBBRRRIIIPPP!!! Cease. New target selected. BBBRRRIIIPPP!!! In the skies above the ice planet, its name meaning ‘gem’ in the language of the Muun, Separatist defensive cruisers, one after the other, caught with their shields down, belched flame and atmosphere, and fell slowly into the planet’s gravity well. BBBRRRIIIPPP!!! Someone, somewhere, got hold of the over-ride code to stop the carnage. A massive fireball, visible from space, consumed the area where the KIG duo had done their work, for the over-ride had been booby-trapped. The pre-emptive strike had begun. Tag: KIG forces, Vader, Tarkin -----signature----- The Detective Jawa did a double take, spying Yubari. She smelt human, but wore enough armour to trigger his instinctive love of metal. Unable to resist, he crooked an index finger at her. "Houtini," he rumbled seductively. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Xaverri-The-Magician Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/14 9:12pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Wedge/Booster/Mirax(NPC) Ralla Wedge came down the hall towards the small kitchen still feeling half asleep. The smell of caff not only gave him a goal, it made him realize that Booster and, probably, Mirax were already up; he was making them late. That was no good. One of the things that had kept him awake half the night was the worry that had hit him a few days earlier, and was now grown nearly out of control, namely what was going to happen to him. If he was going to convince Booster to let him hang around after the smuggler had worked out his grief, or vengeance, whichever was driving him, then he was going to have to not slow Booster down. And he wasn't at all sure he could do that, or not do it. Whichever. As he got close to the open door, he heard his name. Normally, he'd have spoken up, but in his current state, he froze, just out of sight, and listened. It'd serve him right if he heard bad news, but he wanted to know... He had to. "Where's Wedge?" "He's up," Mirax said. "I heard him. He'll be out in a minute, he's a little slow in the mornings." "Is he?" Booster's tone was indecipherable. Not, apparently, to Mirax. "What's wrong, Father?" "It's a little rough having him around," said Booster slowly. In the hallway, Wedge closed his eyes and sagged against the wall. In the kitchen, Mirax rounded on her father with a fury Wedge could visualize, and which would have made him feel better if anything could have. "What are you saying? What do you want—" "Easy, girl. I didn't say it was a problem, or that I wished he wasn't. I just said it's a little rough. He's so damned much like Grey, that's all, for all he's so young; every now and then, like he's in half-light, or he lifts his head just so... It's just... Well, it's just rough," Booster finished impatiently. Mirax's voice was gentle. "I'm sorry, Father. I didn't notice..." "Nah, you wouldn't," said Booster. "Wedge's just Wedge, to you. His father was an old man." "Not old." Wedge was quiet, listening hard. Despite knowing he looked like his father, this was somehow all new to him. Emotionally, he supposed, it hadn't meant anything before this; it had just been a fact. Booster continued, his voice almost pensive. "But Grey was one of my oldest, best friends ever. The best, bar Mrendy. And he... he went with Mrendy, you know? I never knew him without her... Sith. I miss them both. And Wedge..." The big man was quiet for a moment, and Wedge froze again. "Yesterday, he didn't just look like Grey, and sound like Grey, he was saying the exact same thing Grey'd said to me a dozen times. Exactly, same words, same tone... I don't think he even knew, pretty sure he didn't notice how close he came to breaking me down, though I know I missed a cue to say something." Wedge couldn't remember the conversation. What had it been about? When had it happened? Booster had been as usual all day. He shook his head in silent despair; the smuggler was right. He wasn't observant enough, he hadn't noticed. And now he didn't know what not to say, how to make it less difficult for Booster to have him around. "I love you, Father," said Mirax then, her voice a little muffled. "Yeah? Well, same to you, daughter," he said. "And that's why I'm coming with you." "What?" That word was quiet but dangerous. "I know," Mirax said, in tones that said she didn't care. "You want me to stay here with somebody when you and Wedge finally find out where to go and go. But I'm not. I'm going too." "Mirax—" Booster's voice was an ominous rumble. His daughter didn't seem to mind. "Forget it. It's settled. Decided. Done." Her voice was light but firm. "I loved them, too, you know. So, I'm going. Now, if you're checking out Wedge's marksmanship, which is pretty good I think, you want me to go get him? You probably shouldn't let him have any caff, not if you want a real test." Wedge, who'd been pulling himself together, decided that was his cue. He swallowed a couple of times to make sure his voice would sound right and walked into the kitchen. "No caff?" he said. "That wasn't me you were talking about, was it?" "It was," said Booster, raising the eyebrow over his red-lensed implant. "She seems to think it would be a fairer test." "It would," she said. "You'll get to see how he shoots half asleep." With a slight effort, Wedge managed a snort of laughter. "You'll only get to see how I shoot with a headache." "Mean," said Booster. "That's how a man shoots before he has his caff. And the longer he goes, the meaner he gets. I want to see how you shoot half asleep, I'll hire somebody to wake you up. Get some bread and a cup of caff, and we'll get going." Mirax got her blaster and came with them. She had Rima's weapon, a Blastech DL20 with a Pechora grip and trigger to accomodate her smaller hand. Rima had put the thing together herself, arguing that BlasTech's market dominance made cartridges for it easier to come by than a Pechora. Booster hadn't bought the argument; Rima had simply loved having something to work on. Mirax kept it out of sentiment more than anything else, which was fine with Booster. A good blaster was a good blaster, whoever made it. She'd chosen an outfit that made Booster think of Nirago: a bright, billowing magenta blouse and black everything else, including gloves. Her black hair was spilling over her shoulders and she was wearing red stones (crystalline hayakis, or Booster had lost his eye, flashy but not expensive) in her ears. She looked five years older than she was, and she was definitely not going to fade into the crowd. Wedge, on the other hand, wearing one of his new faded-green shirts and brown trousers and vest, though also looking older, was decidedly nondescript. He could blend into the background just about any place Booster had ever been; only his eyes were remarkable, and that only if you got close enough to him to see the emotion there, desolation and the anger. That was a good thing anyway, in Booster's opinion; though he wasn't made to blend in any more than Mirax, and had therefore made the decision to emphasize his bulk and implicit threat, he'd always rather envied the men who just weren't noticed. And now, until Wedge learned his way around the business and the back lanes, how to take care of himself and what to do with notice, it was just as well that he wasn't the kind to draw any. Even the old Pechora was unremarkable. He himself was his usual self, menacing from his red-lensed implant and close-cropped hair to his buckled boots, with the big DL44 blaster underlining the message: don't screw with me. He strode along the walkways with the assumption that people would get out of his way, and, as usual, they did. Wedge tagged along as they walked to the range, keeping close and looking around with eyes that seemed to register everything; he was a quick study, Mrendy's kid. Mirax, familiar with Ralla, didn't stick as close, especially in the mercantile section. The problem with that, of course, was that it took them three times as long to get to the range as it should have, but Mirax had to window-shop and chat and try to pull Wedge into conversations with strangers. But eventually they arrived. The firing range was right at the edge of the pressure dome, with a complicated set of magcon screens permitting the firing of even long-range rifles out over the barren surface. The handgun ranges were empty at this hour of the day—it always fascinated Booster how humans insisted on simulating a solar cycle wherever they went. That lack of audience would be good if Wedge wasn't, Booster reflected. He set up the targets and stood back. Mirax began firing and he let her, unworried about her skills, which were fine for her needs. He watched Wedge instead, as the boy took his stance in front of the target. He stood a trifle off square, letting his right foot lead, and drew the Pechora. He held it for target shooting, his right arm extended with the elbow slightly bent and his left hand locked to steady it, and his grasp on the grip was good, not too tight, his little finger off the butt. Booster was glad to see he could aim without needing his line-of-sight to be along the muzzle. Wedge fired off five shots neither quickly nor slowly and then went down to check his grouping. Rusterman had assured Booster that the line-of-fire was true, and Wedge seemed satisfied with it; he came back and fired off another ten shots, more quickly this time, and for the last five without using his left arm as a brace. Booster reached in and showed Wedge how to bring the target up to him this time, and took advantage of that to look at it himself. He was happy with it: the boy probably wouldn't win any competitions, but his groupings were tight enough. He'd hit what he aimed at, kill who he needed. At least, if he didn't it wouldn't be his marksmanship to blame. Booster slapped him on the shoulder and went to do a little practicing of his own. One less thing to worry about. Wedge could hold his own in a fire fight, as much as you could be sure of such a thing until it actually happened. Now all that remained was to start asking those questions. To be continued...... -----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: 5/15 10:23am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Captain Aurora G’Oh, escort frigate Aysberg Location: Bestine The lead officer shaded her eyes from the relentless crimson laser fire blatting onto the forward shields beyond the front ports. It seemed far more intense than what they were in turn, pouring into the Lucrehulk’s engine array. “Raise tropospheric shielding,” she called. “Already at maximum, Captain!” Her subordinate returned. Not what she wanted to hear, and now, she could see the invisible defensive energy shield starting, very very gradually, to go opaque white from the strain of holding back the enemy firepower. And it would only get worse. If another shield collapsed – they had already lost Deck Eight, she reminded herself - that persistent triple quadlaser array would just stab a gaping hole through her bow and out the other side. “Communications, re-open a channel to the Incarcerator again!” “As ordered. Go ahead, captain.” “Brashin, this is Captain G’Oh, aboard the Aysberg! You have your shuttles back; can we go?” She did not want to come over as if she was pleading, but she was conscious that she could probably fit her 300 metre escort starship inside one of the Lucrehulk’s mammoth reactor spheres, with room to spare. And uninterested in flight, all that incredible generated power was being outputted through the very guns raking the makeshift Imperial squadron. Tag: Corellian Outrider IC: Captain Marcin Kalendo, Interdictor Star Destroyer Aeon Flux Location: Hyperspace Looking like the tapered head of an egg-eating serpent that had happened upon an unguarded nest, and was now fleeing the scene of the crime, the Dominator-class Star Destroyer tore through hyperspace as fast as its engines would allow. Kalendo paced his bridge nervously. This was seriously a step into the unknown, jumping through hyperspace so far, and into a battle situation. His ship, assigned to home defense the moment it stepped from the Kuat Drive Yards production line, the vessel had hardly used its hyperdrive except to micro-jump across the sector when time was a factor. He had technicians and engineers carefully monitoring the engines; the Gemon-4s, they reported, were running hot, and there was concern that they could pitch the ‘Flux out of lightspeed at any time! “Just make sure we get there.” He had ordered, but now he just prayed, for his crew’s morale, and his own reputation, that they got to Bestine without incident, and in time to be useful. Tag: no-one -----signature----- The Detective Jawa did a double take, spying Yubari. She smelt human, but wore enough armour to trigger his instinctive love of metal. Unable to resist, he crooked an index finger at her. "Houtini," he rumbled seductively. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/16 5:40am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Based on an email I found in my Deleted Folder. IC: Lieutenant Esteban Corel (Imperial Intelligence operative), Executor bridge. Location: Waypoint Alpha While Grand Moff Tarkin’s briefing and Q&A had been going on, Esteban had been tying up his affairs. Following Lord Skywalker’s casual reveal that he was wise to the lieutenant being a deep cover operative, he had been through the emotional stages of breathless shock, fear, and now acceptance of his likely fate. He had already despatched a coded missive to his Ubiqtorate handler back on Imperial Centre: Remember Huk? Everybody in the intelligence community knew what had befallen Huk. Huk had got *****. That is how badly my cover got blown an hour ago. Members of my crew are down in Medical with tweezers extracting bits of my cover. Tell my Mum, I love her. You might have to wait for her to sober up, and repeat my name two or three times, first though. Any problems, I find Manari Mountain caff works best. Then he had started going through the holo-mails he normally looked at in the privacy of his cabin – lieutenants actually got cabins* on Star Dreadnaughts! Gillian had sent him one entitled “Pray at Work”. Gill’ was a waitress that he had befriended one shore leave, and like an idiot, when she had asked for his shipboard comm’ code, he had given it! She sent some weird guano sometimes. Admiral Ozzel was conferring with other officers only metres away and up on the command walkway, but Corel didn’t care. He was unlikely to be coming out of Vader’s office anyway, except on a tarpaulin. Especially if there was an armchair inside. Topped by an image of a pair of flowers, what looked like a holographed piece of pink flimsi’ had joined up handwriting on it. It said, When a co-worker comes in a little too happy, and singing “Good morning” to everyone, and you think “somebody needs to slap the stang out of her” - You need to pray at work Corel looked around at his grey uniformed fellows, looking intently at their screens and readouts, and couldn’t see any of them coming on duty as happy as that! Executor was a prime assignment, but it wasn’t that good. To be continued… -----signature----- The Detective Jawa did a double take, spying Yubari. She smelt human, but wore enough armour to trigger his instinctive love of metal. Unable to resist, he crooked an index finger at her. "Houtini," he rumbled seductively. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/16 9:36am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: GM's MEMO Ominous spurred me to clarify what is expected in the character synopses/recaps. Thank you Omi. All writers in GAW III, including those of you who are new, must gather character sheets and write a brief synopses for each of these characters you control. Your recap should be of your characters' exploits during all of GAW III, not just what they are doing at present, though, mind you, more in the vein of the following than a protracted narrative: Preatorian Darkeyes after having led a thwarted attack on Coruscant, met and was aided in escaping Imperial center by Jedi Master Emi-to Shuri with whom he later married and had a son. Leading rescue mission and recruiting, he shrewdly built the Alliance military, carefully hand picking leaders and training officer to create a formidable force. This was a time of great development of the ARR and business, intelligence, and political contact were secured. Darkeyes made it his priority to see these foundations established along with Mon Cal Admiral Ackbar, Gavin Fidelis, and ex Senator Mon Mothma, not to mention rescuing and sheltering the remnant of the Jedi..... Basically, you should craft a short and succinct paragraph or where appropriate, several sentences on the progress and development of your character and their interests. This will be assembled and posted in the thread for the opening of Galaxy at War IV: _ _ _ _! -----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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TheMaidofOrleans Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 5/17 5:41am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: When are the summaries due? Can we have a definite when to post them? Thanks!!! -----signature----- Seduction,treachery and deceit never go out of style. That's why RPG's are so much fun!
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/17 7:01pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/17 7:02pm (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: GM's MEMO Yes, of course, MoO. There's plenty of time. You have till June to gather the info. and I would ask all to send their char. sheets to me. Some of you have done this before. I would like character sheets and very very brief synopses from all of you. Remember you are covering the main plot points for your characters, not the day to day. A short paragraph of several sentences may suffice. Pash -----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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DARTH_GOLLUMSMEAGOL Registered: Sep '03	Date Posted: 5/18 12:24am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/18 12:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: DARTH_GOLLUMSMEAGOL
	OOC: I am going to double check this and I could be wrong, but I DO believe there is a thread on the offsite that has a listing of what is needed. Those that have been around since the last time jump should be able to get their things from there so as not to have to type them again. Edit: YES! I knew I wasn't crazy! Those of us around for the last jump can go HERE copy and paste your cs,and update the bios! -----signature----- Sir "I got *** on my mommy" of the 3SA Sarcasm Knights RIP Snowman
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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/19 9:36am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/19 10:03am (4 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	IC: Admiral Ackbar Location: the Paladin, Coming out of Hyperspace, Hoth System Admiral Ackbar nodded solemnly in acknowledgment of the fellow Calamarian Officer’s relay that they would be coming out of hyperspace momentarily. “Three….two….one….Reversion,” came the call as the giant ship gracefully eased out of hyperspace and the starlights seen outside the bridge windows shortened into twinkling specks of lights. No sooner had they exited, then much to Admiral Ackbar’s consternation, soft thumps could be heard – something was hitting the hull of the Cruiser! Admiral Ackbar quickly swiveled out of his forward facing position and turned to Commander Obayqwon who was already gleaning information from her terminal: “Asteroids, sir,” she warned ominously. “Asteroids?” he retorted with concern as he looked at General Darkeyes and his accompanying companion, Sergeant Rohr so he could see if such things could cause fear in normally fearless men. After all, it wasn't as if they could get out and fight each asteroid as they were used to doing. “Yes, sir, unfortunately we’ve come out on the edge of a rather large asteroid field that lays near Hoth – the entire system is very active with asteroids and the planet itself seems to be the target of many meteors,” she informed warily as a rather loud thump which seemingly caused the ship to shudder slightly could be felt. Confirming the information on his terminal, he saw that in fact they had come out of hyperspace just on the edge of what could have been a potentially dangerous field of these huge floating boulders. Luckily only the very small ones edged this particular belt and the damage the ship had sustained was minimal to inconsequential. “Move us out of the asteroid field, Commander,” came the expected reply. “Move us toward the planet and begin a scan of the area and begin targeting the asteroids that come near,” he ordered with aplomb as he gestured in the distance toward an almost shimmering white orb, which at the moment was miniature because of its distance. Already the thumping was becoming lessened as the sounds of the guns of the ship could be heard as they began blasting away at the nearby asteroids. In their forward path, an asteroid was conveniently hit with a laser beam and it exploded into a trillion minute pieces as the Admiral looked on satisfactorily with a nod. “The Honorbound and the Bonaventure are reporting in,” Commander Obayqwon chimed in dutifully, informing the Admiral of the two accompanying ships to this small fleet, the Liberty having left their small group to rescue a stranded traveler not too far away from Anobis. “The Honorbound exited from Hyperspace completely outside the asteroid belt, however the Bonaventure was unfortunately affected: they lost their sensor array and have suffered minor hull damage but they are exiting the field – their ability to travel has not been compromised,” she pronounced agreeably. “Good,” Admiral Ackbar replied. “Let’s make haste, do what we need to do, and be on our way back to Gamma Base,” he commented, of course referring to the code name for the hidden base on Yavin Four. This code was used in all communications should an encrypted message be intercepted and decoded (however unlikely that was). “Send a communiqué to Gamma Base and inform them of our status, and relay to them that we have new….allies with us,” he stated as his gaze remained forward and fixated on the planet Hoth that was speedily become larger in his sights. “Yes, sir,” Commander Obayqwon stated, understanding that use of the word “allies” would be used as a temporary code word for the Jedi. Hopefully, the people on Yavin Four would deduce what was meant since the small fleet had left on a mission to help rescue what remained of the Order from the clutches of the Empire on Ryloth. As the planet neared in their scopes, Admrial Ackbar acquiesced: “Launch probes, begin to look for tracers, and upon my command we’ll launch the squadron that has been prepped for reconnaissance. Advise Captain Darklighter that he can now make his way to the hangar to see them off,” he announced sharply, of course knowing the Captain would understand what he meant – the Jedi Master Kenobi and his Padawan would be led to their loaded ship and decant from the MC Cruiser and head to where they would be well hidden. A diversionary squadron of ships would also be launched so that their singular ship would not be taken note of. Captain Darklighter would see to it that it all went smoothly…or so he hoped. “Probes launched, Admiral,” rang the call from Commander Obayqwon from her seated position nearby. “Good, let’s see if we can do this in a timely manner, then,” he urged breathlessly, his heart still slightly racing from the near confrontation with the asteroids. Already, Hoth loomed in the near distance, the pure whiteness of the planet broken up in dark linear spots in a few locations, evidently where snow runoff had transpired from the highest peaks of the mountainous regions. TAG: ARR, Jedi, Captain Darklighter (that’s me), Obi-Wan, Luke -----signature----- Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC) ***Palmam qui meruit ferat**** USC Trojans - 2008 Rose Bowl Champs and CFB Team of the Decade
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RogueAce7 Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 5/19 2:17pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/19 2:26pm (3 edits total) Edited By: RogueAce7
	OOC: Hola, all. Good to see everyone again. Now that life is starting to settle down for me a little bit, I thought I'd ask Pasha and my ARR folk if I might make a return. Much to my delight, they accepted. For those of you not familiar with the man, here is my original character: -Name: Gavin Fidelis --Age: 40 ---Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: Dark blue ------Hair Color and Style: Blonde, though graying; close-cropped. -------Skin Complexion: Caucasian --------Clothing: Military uniforms. ---------Physique: 6'2, tall, athletic build. ----------Personality: Friendly and faithful, but very intense and a very capable leader. -----------Quirks: Shows complete and utter devotion to friends and allies, natural leader, fierce combatant and a dead shot, and a phenomenal pilot. ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: Semper Fidelis --Class: X-Wing ---Exterior Description: Standard X-Wing design, Alliance markings. Usually Rogue Squadron color scheme, his unit of choice to fly directly with. ----Interior Description: Standard design. -----Weapon Systems: Four heavy blaster cannons, dual proton torpedo launchers. Will pack a punch against any enemy. Much the best all-around fighter in the Alliance arsenal. ------Crew Compliment: 1 -------Hyperspace Capability: Yes Biography -Brief History: Born and raised on Naboo, Gavin entered the Military Academy at the age of 18, where he excelled. Due to his excellence in the Academy, Gavin began service at the rank of Lieutenant, later promoted to Captain, then Commander. Fierce and battle-hardened, Gavin will take the fight to any foe necessary. --Military History: Started in the Military Academy, fought in the Battle of Naboo. Leads Alliance Starfighter Command at the rank of Admiral, usually from the cockpit of his own X-Wing. Not very fond of ground combat, Gavin prefers to stick to the skies, where he belongs. The Admiral has racked up kill after kill in the war against the Empire (has the rare privilege of painting a couple partial Star Destroyer kill silhouettes on his fuselage), is a cunning strategist, and a hardened survivor. ---Traumatic Experiences: Watched fellow soldiers and friends slaughtered at the hands of the Federation, later the Separatists, and now the Galactic Empire. As a result, Gavin pledges his devotion to the Alliance in effort to restore freedom and justice to the galaxy. IC: Admiral Gavin Fidelis Paladin, medical bay Gavin awoke with a start. At first, he didn't know why he had jerked awake so suddenly; Then again...I'm not even sure why I was asleep in the first place. Or how long I've been out. Just then, a tremor shook the mighty Mon Cal cruiser. "Ahh," he said quietly. "That might have something to do with it." The Admiral swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up shakily. "Evidently it's been a while since I've been up, too." "Admiral Fidelis!" a medic called. "You're awake!" Gavin noticed the man looked a little pale. The Paladin shook again with an impact, and the medic stumbled. "Do you think we're under attack sir?" Gavin chuckled, and offered his hand. He was starting to get the feeling back in his arms and legs. Always a good thing. "Nah. Those aren't laser blasts; something hit us. We're probably in an asteroid field. Admiral Ackbar will be taking care of it, I'm sure. Nothing to worry about. Could you tell me why I'm here in the first place?" The medic, (Gavin noticed his name was Lucius, after glancing at his identification badge) looked reassured. "We thought there might be a little short term memory impairment of the actual incident. You were in a training accident; an accidental missile discharge. Your cockpit cracked, the X-Wing slowly lost atmosphere, and you passed out. Had some head trauma as well. Nothing to worry about, really. You should be ready to go, unless you feel otherwise. Do you have a headache, dizziness, anything of that sort?" Gavin shook his head, relieved to know it wasn't anything more serious than a bump on the head. "Nope. No more blank spots in my memory other than how I got here. I'm ready to go. I think I'll just wash up and head to the bridge." After bidding the doctor farewell a few minutes later, the Admiral made his way to the bridge of the Paladin, where he hoped his friends might be. Upon entering the room, he was greeted with the typical bustle of activity. Smiling, even as another asteroid shook the ship, Gavin made his way to Admiral Ackbar, who was calmly giving out orders to the crew. A few officers spotted Admiral Fidelis and tossed him a salute, which he returned with a smile. Gavin looked out the viewport to the white sphere floating in space; a planet he hadn't seen before. "You shouldn't try to hit big rocks like that, you know. Bad for the ship," he said, at Ackbar's shoulder. Tag: Ackbar, ARR folk Glad to be back, people. Apologies for the short post...just trying to ease back into the fold -----signature----- History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it. -Winston Churchill The object of war is not to die for your country...it's to make the other guy die for his. -General George S. Patton (edited a slight bit) Semper Fidelis
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/19 4:01pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian and Rhor Location: Command deck of the Paladin Torian gripped his arm rest a little tighter as a couple of asteroids were able to get through and slam into the hull of the Paladin. He would feel better on solid ground about now. Admiral Ackbar looked over at the usually brazen General to see that he was a little worried at the moment. Damn Mon Cals he thought, it was difficult sometimes to pick up their body language. Torian smiled hard, “No problem, we’re all good here, fine…How are you?” Rhor looked over at Torian with the same wide-eye face of what the hell are we doing sitting up here and watching an asteroid field go flying by? With the field passed, Admiral Fidelis came walking on to the bridge. Torian stood from his chair and saluted. Walking over to him at Ackbar’s side, “Bout time you get up and get back to work!” He was joking of course. “How you feelin’ Admiral?” TAG: Fidelis, Ackbar -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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TheMaidofOrleans Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 5/19 7:02pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/19 7:03pm (1 edits total) Edited By: TheMaidofOrleans
	IC: Queen Amidala II & Governor Eicester Theed Palace Naboo Followed by the other 2 members of the Naboo Council who were already at the Palace the hour before dawn and her handmaidens, Queen Amidala , escorted by Governor Eicester made her way from the Palace Hangar to the moving walkway that lead to the palace itself. “I trust your journey was pleasant, your highness.” Amidala glaced towards Eicester. “Pleasant knowing the destination was Naboo, governor.” “There was trouble?” “Isn’t there always? But, we are home and that is what counts. How have the people fared under the occupation?” “The people and the Gungan ignore as much as possible the Imperials. When it was proven we were not involved with Admiral Grant’s plot the mood of the Imperials improved considerably. In fact, we have been awarded the contract in the repair of Palpatine’s Retreat.” “I’m sure no detail will be overlooked.” “None, your majesty. The blueprints are quite detailed.” “Ah?” Amidala smiled slightly, “Perhaps someday they will prove useful, although Palpatine has not been sometime to Naboo. He prefers Coruscant and Ursa, which suits us just fine.” “ If Your Grace recalls, In our holo conversation, I stated the Imperials examined the defense and weapon placements which you ordered and actually strengthened them. No doubt by Lord Vader’s order.” “Naboo is valuable to the Empire. Our plasma helps fuel the fleets and much of the galaxy. If Naboo was to fall into CIS control it would be a severe blow to the Empire and the war effort. We must thread carefully in the pricing of plasma after the war, governor. We would not want to give the Empire a reason for taking over this valuable resource.” The small party entered the Grand Hall. Queen Amidala paused ,looking about. Hundreds of government personnel had gathered, waiting to greet their queen. Seeing the petite woman dressed in red and gold, they began to clap enthusiastically. The queen moved forward greeting them. Some, Amidala knew by name, due to her long association with Theed Palace. Queen Amidala proceded at a slow pace, and breaking with tradition reached out and grasped their hands in greeting. At first, surprised by this personal touch, the Naboo returned her gesture in kind, their welcoming voices filling the Grand Hall. “Like a politician working a crowd.” Defense Minister Nacluv whispered to the Director of the Naboo Secret Service, Fadine Deesch. Reaching the marbled staircase, the queen ascended several steps to the first landing, and turned towards the assemblage . Governor Eicester standing on the lower step to her right, Nacluv to her left. Amidala raised a hand, requesting silence. Within a minute the hundreds gathered quieted, curious as to what their queen would say. “I thank you for your warm greeting…” her voice unaided by an enhancer, filled the Grand Hall. “Thank you in our absence for continuing to maintain our government and foremost guaranteeing the safety and wellbeing of all who call Naboo home. Thank you for your devotion and love of planet. It is good to be home.” A final nod and the queen turned once more to ascend the staircase, followed by the Council and handmaidens. Eicester, once more by Amidala’s side told the queen a vast crowd was gathering in the Plaza below. The bells continued to peal their message – The queen has returned! “And I too am eager to see them.” To Be Continued… -----signature----- Seduction,treachery and deceit never go out of style. That's why RPG's are so much fun!
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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 5/20 10:00am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/20 10:09am (1 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	IC: Admiral Ackbar, Biggs Darklighter Location: the Paladin, Hoth System Admiral Ackbar, now relieved to have survived the encounter with the formidable Asteroid belt that closely guarded the planet from one direction, gingerly watched as the probes made their way past the large bridge window. Some were headed for the planet where they would scan the topography and its makeup and make notes – such was done for any system or planet that was either uncharted or not charted well enough. Other probes would quickly travel into the immediate area of space with a similar task, only they would scan the space of the system and would chronicle anything worth noting – the asteroid belt had already been registered by the ship’s computers – they would not be coming out of hyperspace in that area should they ever have the misfortune of being back here again. A third set of probes were sent out as a security measure – they were to scan the nearby system for any sign of hostile technology, anything that might be tracking the fleet’s movement. If there was something to be fearful of, the object would be targeted and destroyed before the fleet could move on. These probes also had the duty of scanning the ships’ hulls, making sure no tracers had been surreptitiously put there should an enemy of the ARR be making an attempt to track their movement or their destination. So far so good, everything seemed on the up and up the Admiral noted satisfactorily with a nod, just as a slight commotion came from behind him. Swiveling the Captain’s chair around, he nearly gasped as he saw the figure of Admiral Fidelis strutting toward him: “Admiral….,” he cried out with pleasure as the Admiral neared him. "You shouldn't try to hit big rocks like that, you know. Bad for the ship," Fidelis wryly commented as he gazed out the large viewport that were the bridge windows, obviously referencing the asteroids that had targeted the small ARR fleet. “Very amusing, Admiral,” the Calamarian retorted with equal wryness as General Darkeyes also greeted the flaxen haired Admiral. Another stalk of wheat (his thoughts turned to Emi-to), he thought to himself. Light – almost golden features accompanied by the light hued ARR uniform. Indeed, Admrial Ackbar was surprised to see the man standing before him, almost as if nothing had happened; last he had checked Admiral Fidelis was in a sorry state, the medics had stabilized him but they were unable to give an exact timeline as to his recovery. First the Jedi with severe burns had near miraculously healed in record time and now this....the medics needed a congratulatory message sent their way, he made made a mental note of. “I’m glad you’re so flippant about your recovery, Admiral,” he began with baited feigned disdain. “However, Rogue Squadron was in dire need of their leader. They could have used you over Ryloth, the Jedi….,” he continued amiably and then pausing. “Well, I’ll make sure you get all the reports from our current mission,” he finished not wanting to go into the entire near debacle. Just thinking about it was giving him a headache. “We’ll have to introduce you to our guests,” he unrelented, of course referring to the Jedi and specifically Master Shuri. She would be taking part in the meeting of the ARR High Command and as a member as well, Admiral Fidelis would need to meet her. Now that Admiral Fidelis was up and about, there was no time to waste – there was a galaxy to win back for the Republic. ***** Meanwhile, in another part of the ship…. Biggs was coolly and patiently waiting for the two Jedi who he had led to their cabins to freshen up before they made their way to the hangar and their waiting ship where they would make an exit and head for their more secret refuge. He had decided to wait outside, in the hallway, so the two could have a few moments alone – it was clear Luke had not been apprised of their journey so Master Kenobi would quickly have to inform him before they actually took off. Biggs had been checking up on the Jedi – it seemed for the greater part, especially the young ones were snug in their beds while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads when he had been notified that they would be decanting from hyperspace mode within moments. Biggs figured he’d better chime the Jedi’s door and urge some alacrity when he began hearing thuds against the hull of the ship. “Asteroids!” he exclaimed, at once recognizing the sound. Such was the peril of traveling to lightly charted systems, he mused with chagrin. One particular nasty hit rocked the ship slightly and he instinctively reached out for a nearby wall, not only to steady himself but almost in a gesture of symbolic support for the ship he had now grown to love. “Hold steady, girl….hold steady,” he urged the desolate hallway, almost as if he were speaking to a living and breathing being. Much to his relief, the fury of the initial hits became lessened and as he heard the faint sounds of the ships batteries, he knew they were leaving the danger zone. He breathed out a sigh of relief. The Jedi can’t have been pleased with this transpiring, he mused to himself. Certainly, anyone who was asleep must have been awakened by the jolt he figured. Deedeldeldee….deedeldeldee….deedeldeldee. Biggs’ comm-link announced that someone wanted words with him; it was Commander Obayqwon: “Captain, the Admiral ordered you to the hangars to see the reconnaissance squadron off….we’re in the Hoth system, quickly approaching the planet. We’ve exited the asteroid field, by the way, very little damage in case you’re wondering….,” she happily informed him, knowing he would be concerned. “Ah, thanks Commander. I should be making my way to the hangars momentarily,” he asserted, knowing full well was the orders actually meant. “Captain Darklighter, out.” Biggs wheeled around and now facing the doorway to Master Kenobi and Luke’s cabin he hit the chime in a bid to hurry them along. TAG: Adm. Fidelis, Gen. Darkeyes, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Luke, Jedi, ARR -----signature----- Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC) ***Palmam qui meruit ferat**** USC Trojans - 2008 Rose Bowl Champs and CFB Team of the Decade
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/20 12:59pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/20 2:00pm (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Master Emi-to Shuri Location: Hangar of the Alliance to Restore the Republic ship, Paladin The Skipray Blasboat moved along a yellow guide on the grey decking of the Paladin’s smaller hanger, the most of the large space quiet and dim. Luke and Obi wan had not yet arrived, but they soon would, she knew. The time had come. At 25 meters long, wings down in landing configuration at 14.3 meters and the fuselage itself only 7.2 meters in height, the model GAT-12 Skipray Blastboat looked an odd lone bird in and amongst the few other vessels parked near it, mostly X-wings, and certainly a little more accommodating than the Aerosprites and ETA actis2s she’d had to fly the last part of the Clone Wars. Yet, for its size, the ship only required one to pilot her, though a full crew would have included a pilot, co-pilot, sensor operator and 2 gunners! The ship should stand them in good stead, thought Emi-to, with its hyperspace and atmospheric capabilities, sensors, shielding and comestibles storage, enough for a month! Approached and saluted as she was put through the ARR’s understandable surveillance, she bowed her head and returned the respect with which she was treated with due humility. The salty taste of soldered metals, the grit of grinding sand crunching here and there underfoot, though, the hangar, she noted was quite fastidiously kept. She looked in on Andur and Nashtah who both, she noted slept in an almost endearing sort of constitution, Master del Jinn at the foot of Nashtah’s bed, a hand laid upon one of her feet, clearly stuck out of the covers, the Padawan a “hot” sleeper. It was good to see she slept. Emi had pursed her lips and let herself out quietly, the door hissing behind her as it moved on its tracks. Now, she stood next the GAT-12 and leaning, put a hand on it, almost as if in blessing, her mind busily working over all she had so quickly learned from Master Kenobi. “Ah,” she said to herself, reciting an ancient text, “It would be convenient to believe in Gods and Demons apart from ourselves, to rest our faith in an unseeing hand of design and mystic order who’s benevolence might look upon this Galaxy in this time of trials and we with chaste and humble supplication, through devotions and great and devout argument and bebate offer up prayers to such an omnipotent and just arbiter. Oh great and prudent judge, oh progenitor who givest light and life, let us in grateful praise and jubilation lift our celebration in lyric tune, in raucous choir, and irrepressible joy that such a noise might drive away and make clean the stain of our sin! Give us back our lost children, light every corner, throw back the pain that blinds, the despair which numbs, and the anger that driveth out love so we may take them in our embrace once more and be whole!” Only the quiet and dull clank of lone labor could be heard to answer. “The arbiter sleeps. It is the sleep of reason, innocence lost, and the progenitor lies within, over sated in his cup of woe! Wake up, oh father, wake up!” It was an ancient reading from scrolls no doubt destroyed where they had lain in pristine coffers neatly row-ed on library archives for centuries untold, the Temple library now sacked! Past the filmy shielding of the hangar bay opening, something caught Emi’s attention, a serene assortment of somethings flying against the black beyond. Suddenly- Thud……………. Thannnnnng ….. thang …..thud … BANG… Master Shuri’s hand slipped over the metal of the Skipray as the Paladin was tossed! Gaining her footing in time for another more shuddering impact and then a series of lesser ones, she realized they were passing through a belt of space debris, asteroids and the like. The decking vibrated and jolted under foot as the huge cruiser responded to the crash of asteroids large and small. Warning lights flashed in scarlet about the hangar as she steadied herself and then just as suddenly, the ship thrusted and banked slightly to come out of the “stream” of debris, the brown and rust colored “rocks” within view noticeably smaller, the edge of the belt now gained. She brushed herself off and waved she was alright to the querying deck officer as she looked to the entrance in expectation of Master Kenobi and Padawan Skywalker. TAG: Paladin crew, Luke, Obi wan, Biggs IC: Andur del Jinn, Master Jedi LOCATION: a small double bunk cabin aboard Paladin “Ouch!” “Uh…” Andur stuck out a hand and steadied himself as he stood up groggily from the floor rubbing his back side, having lost his perch on the end of Nashtah’s bed. He looked over to assure himself Nashtah was safe in bed. TAG: Nashtah IC: Achilles Darkeyes, Jedi Padawan with SETI clan LOCATION: bunked aboard Paladin “Pssss!” “Wha… What?!” The ship heaved and then shuddered noisily. Another series of bangs, thuds and clangs rang about the cabin and one by one the younglings and Padawans lifted up from their bunks to stare wide eyed at one another, their faces strobed in red in the flashing dark. “What’s going on?” “I don’t know,” said Hill lifting his covers and lowering his feet to the floor, searching for his mother’s signature and finding it shrugged his shoulders, “It’s nothin’,” he said not entirely convinced but considerably less concerned than when he woke. “But I’ll go see,” he said letting himself out into the corridor, his big brown eyes looking around and up to the passing few crew. “Um … where is General Darkeyes? Do you think you might take me to see him?” TAG: Jedi and Argen or Omi if you can supply a crewman -----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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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/20 2:14pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Argen this is taken care of: IC: First Class PO Cooley Location: Paladin A young boy, with similar handsome and roguish features like his father stopped the nearest crewman in the hall of the Paladin, “Um … where is General Darkeyes? Do you think you might take me to see him?” Cooley turned and looked behind him at the boy. The man crinkled his brow at the sight of a child on the ship. Funny, we’re recruiting young these days. “Scuse me sir?” Achilles asked again. Walking over and kneeling before the boy, “Sorry, I kinda got lost in my thoughts there. Happens all the time when you breathe in the fumes from the engine room. General Darkeyes you ask?” He looked up at the ceiling of the ship, “Well now I don’t know…I guess I could find out.” Achilles began to read the man’s thoughts but found that his head was completely empty. The lights were on but nobody was home! Pulling his commlink, “Sir, this is PO Cooley. Yes I know I need to fix that but…yes I will take care of that too. There is a boy here asking for the General. Yes…hmmm…I see…well okay I will escort the boy there. Thank you sir.” Looking back at Achilles who was giving the man a strange look, “He is on the bridge. I will take you there now.” TAG: Achilles -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. Round here we only use Chuck Norris toilet paper. Rough, tough and don't take crap from no one!
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