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The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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NickLitYouAFlame
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Date Posted:
5/27 4:26pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: Long overdue response, Sithy, I apologize.
Of Calysta Shale
Wraithis
Calysta leaned back against the wall. She had asked Seventy-Nine to call for a weapon. Immediately after, she had slunk back to the relative safety and familiarity of the cockpit. But the conversation was just as dry as in the back. Only now, instead of two troopers speaking, no one spoke. Calysta squirmed in her boots and tried not to show her growing sense of discomfort.
When Maria escorted a Seatrooper into the cockpit, Calysta smiled. But, her smiled faded when she noticed the troopers ensemble. It looked like something out of a nightmare, with pink mixing with the uniform white of Stormtrooper armor. Still, Calysta was appreciative of Maria’s arrival. It let her put the focus on someone else.
“Your armor is… well, unique, Trooper. Where did you acquire it?”
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OOC: Welcome back MOE!!! Glad to have you back!
IC: Wedge Antilles - Booster Terrik - Mirax(NPC)
Ralla
Booster woke early, as he did when something momentous was on tap for the day. He lay quietly for a moment, then opened his eyes. As always over the last dozen years there was the jarring adaptation to the implant; he wondered how long it would be before that seemed normal. Probably the first time he dreamed in the odd, binocular vision... Also as always since then, he missed Rima. Somehow, he always woke up thinking she'd be there. Clearly, his sleeping self was not very pragmatic.
His waking self shook off both discordances and looked ahead. Haspi's was the main order of business, where he expected to find somebody who'd done business with the bastards who'd hit Gus Treta. Out on the fringes of this affair, nobody wanted to get involved. On the other hand, nobody really wanted Booster Terrik mad at them, either. It was too bad he wasn't Talon Karrde, or Eet'Valaren, somebody with the reputation of a man who'd kill as soon as not. People thought hints were enough... Booster shrugged and punched the pillow into a more comfortable position. Hints were better than nothing, and Karrde and the Fyssit both had a lot of people gunning for them. Neither of them would have been able to let their daughter walk around Ralla.
What happened after Haspi's would depend entirely on who he found and what they said. It was entirely possible that this would all be over today. It was as possible, and a lot more likely, that this was the first step in a very long hunt. Especially given that it had been more than a week. Who knew where pirates like that had gone in that time? It was so unlikely that they'd come here in the first place, though before any word got out Ralla was safe enough. Booster shook his head. Pointless to speculate, so he stopped.
He thought, instead, about CorImExCo, and what a set of corporate mongrels they were. Not that he'd thought they'd be generous, but he had hoped they'd be a bit less Co. and a bit more, well, human. A man works for them for nineteen years and dies working for them, and his son gets two months' wages. Two months. It wouldn't keep Wedge for one, on his own, without the company picking up the rent tab.
Booster also wished, in a vague way, that he and Mrendy hadn't been quite so convincing about the evils of the Corellian banking system back when Grey had started saving to buy the station outright. True, what with fees and taxes and conversions, it would have taken them a quarter again as long to do it, but Wedge would have had the money. After death taxes, of course. But it would have been more than two months' worth. A lot more. Now Booster was going to have to figure how to keep the boy from wanting to give him the little money he had. He had Grey's unquenchable personal honesty; the man would never have failed to repay a debt, and the son wouldn't either. Booster knew Wedge had been trying to get a price on everything so far; he'd have to do something. Maybe he could fall back on owing Grey and Mrendy.
Which, Sathembi knew, he did. And more than money.
He glanced at his wristchrono and decided he might as well get up. It wasn't outrageously early, and he wasn't going back to sleep. A few hours before going to Haspi's would be a good idea, anyway. Although he'd let Wedge sleep in as long as he could; the boy would only get more keyed up the longer he waited. His nerves were, understandably, ragged as it was; there wasn't any need to put more pressure on him. Fortunately, for that purpose, his refresher unit backed against the other, not the small spare room that Wedge was sleeping in.
He sat up, stretched, and got out of bed. He paused in front of Rima's holograph, looking at him with her smiling blue eyes. Wish you were here, darlin', to mother him a bit. I can't do that, and Mirax is tryin' but she can't either, really. Booster didn't talk to Rima out loud anymore, but he still thought to her in the mornings and just before he fell asleep. He told himself it was just habit and didn't mean anything, but he didn't try to break himself of it. Miss you, darlin', he finished, as usual, and headed for the fresher.
Once he was dressed, he headed down the hallway for the kitchen. He was startled to see Mirax's door open; she didn't generally get up this early. At least, he didn't think so, but he had to admit she was growing up fast, and changing. For all he knew, she went running in the mornings. Or sat outside and watched the stars spin past. Or went window shopping. He paused and glanced in her room; she was up, right enough, her bed unmade and empty. He didn't hear anything from the kitchen or the main room; she was being very quiet if she was still in the apartment. He shrugged and headed on down the hall.
He didn't go but three steps before he stopped again. Wedge's door was ajar. And the boy had shut it tight every time he'd gone in the room since he'd gotten there. He shook his head, hoping Wedge hadn't taken some fool notion into his head, like going to Haspi's early, or getting a rented room, or Sathembi knew what. The boy'd been strung out and acting odd the last couple of days; Booster wasn't sure how much sleep he'd been getting, and if he'd slept the last few days before that. It was completely understandable, but Booster found it hard to deal with on top of everything else. That being, of course, Mrendy and Grey... and if he'd let their son go and do something stupid, well, he didn't know what he'd do.
He pushed gently on Wedge's door, in case he was still in there and sleeping. Then he blinked, momentarily unable to move or even think. Light from the hallway spilled over his shoulder into the small, slightly cramped room, and streaked across the bed. Wedge was there, and he was still asleep. That was okay. What held Booster frozen was that he'd found Mirax, too. She was sleeping curled up against Wedge, whose arm was across her back. Her head, black hair in a thick braid, rested on his shoulder and her hand was curled up against his bare chest.
But what had Booster transfixed was what his mind's eye was throwing up over what he was actually seeing. Eleven years ago he'd come to Gus Treta earlier than expected. Mrendy had told him Mirax was in bed, maybe not asleep yet, and he'd gone to check on her, say goodnight, reassure her... and himself. She'd been asleep, curled up with Wedge like a couple of puppies, blanket shoved off, and wearing footie pajamas... had to have been Wedge's, she didn't own anything like that, and to this day slept in one of his, Booster's, shirts. It had been the cutest thing he had ever seen, and one of the last things he'd ever told Rima about, before he stopped talking aloud to her picture...
He wasn't sure how long he stood there, just staring, before Wedge shifted slightly. Then Booster withdrew from the doorway, pulling the door to as softly as he could. He didn't want them to wake up while he was there, and the boy was nervy enough to sense someone looking at him. He'd as soon they both slept a few hours longer, for that matter, so he didn't put on caff when he got to the kitchen, just opened a bottle of Rhyferrlan ale and went into the living room to sit on the sofa with his feet up.
Perhaps he was an unnatural father, but he had no desire to haul Wedge out of the bed and beat him up. Mostly because he was sure his initial impression was right, and that there was nothing more significant involved than there had been when they were five. And if he was wrong, and more than conversation had taken place, well, he knew who was to blame for it. Mirax had been leading Wedge, not necessarily astray, almost since the beginning; he and the Antilleses had, if ruefully, faced up to that years ago. He would never forget Mrendy's half-angry, half-amused recounting to him of how "your daughter took my son to Iriodana! She pretended like 'we're going out, okay?' was asking permission!"
One glance at the kids, both of them looking hangdog and sheepish, had been enough for Booster to reply, "So she had a blaster and he doesn't know how to use the comm?" And Mrendy had had to admit Wedge had gone along willingly enough. "But he wouldn't have done it on his own," she'd said, and that was true enough, though Booster couldn't get half as mad at Mirax as Mrendy was at Wedge, and she wasn't half as mad as Grey...
He sighed. If he was wrong in his observations, and Mirax did, in fact, want Wedge, then beating the boy up surely wasn't the right move. Anyway, the kid needed what he could get right now, and Mirax wouldn't appreciate his butting in. Especially since he was sure he wasn't wrong. So, hell with it. Let it ride.
Still, he found himself wishing he could talk to Mrendy about it. Or Rima. And if you could, you wouldn't have to, he told himself, and shook it off and thought about what he was going to do for fuel now that the place he could get credit was gone.
To be continued....
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Date Posted:
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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IC: Biggs Darklighter
Location: the Paladin, Hoth System
In silence the three marched toward the hangar. To Biggs it seemed rather odd – all three were usually pleasant and talkative but in what seemed a solemn, meditative march they made their way through the hallways of the large Calamarian cruiser in the direction that Biggs led them towards the hangar area where Master Kenobi’s Skipray Blastboat was secretly being prepped for travel.
Certainly, Biggs was gloomy; losing two Jedi who he hadn’t known too long, yet the potential he saw lost, not only in their personal friendship but in the good they could do while in the ARR gave him pause.
He wondered, why these two were being sent off to Tatooine….his mind attempted to rationalize a reason why they would be hiding themselves on an arid, desert planet such as Tatooine. Oh, he loved Tatooine himself but he knew it was an acquired taste.
Between the small Imperial Garrison on the planet, Jabba and his minions, the Sandpeople and the other deadly deadly predators of the desert such as the Krayt Dragon and the Sarlacc, where they much safer there than with the ARR?
He had half a mind to ask them the reason for their travel but he knew better than that.
As they made their way past two sentinel security guards who recognized the captain and saluted the three and gestured inside, with heavy steps they made their way inside. Biggs looked around the deserted hangar, only a few utility and repair droids making their rounds to the various ships that needed tending to. He made a mental note to make sure their memories were wiped once the ship took off, as he had been ordered to do.
In the distance however, there was a lone figure which momentarily caused Biggs to stop in his tracks as the location had been ordered evacuated although very discreetly; a reason for the evacuation for the typically busy hangar not being given.
Taking a few steps toward Master Kenobi’s conveyance, his gaze suspicious on the figure, he finally realized it was the other Jedi Master, Emi-to Shuri. By the looks of things, she had already been using her security clearance. Biggs smiled in relief.
As they began to near the ship and Master Shuri, Luke broke the solemnity of the occasion with a remark that caused Biggs to grin:
“Don’t tell me we are going to be leaving in that junk heap!”
Biggs snickered at the comment, Luke evidently not realizing he was insulting his own Master’s ship:
“Kid, you’ve got a lot to learn about ships,” he began, trying to sound serious but the smile on his face giving away the fact that he was amused.
“She’s a good ship, and we’ve loaded her with a couple months of supplies and necessities,” he continued as they continued in their path toward the ship.
“She’s all fueled up and in tip-top shape,” he asserted as he glanced in Master Kenobi’s direction, realizing this was a good segue way into letting the Jedi know that they had made sure the ship was more than travel-worthy and that upon arriving in Tatooine that they would be in good stead, supply-wise at least.
As they arrived near the ship, Master Shuri bowed her salutation.
Biggs saluted back to the Master Jedi and replied to her greeting:
“Good to see you, Master Shuri. I’m sure you’re here to see Master Kenobi and Luke off,” he finished a little more gravely. He hated goodbyes.
Turning to the two Jedi who would soon be leaving, he spoke:
“Well, I guess it’s time….take care of yourselves,” he stated with choked emotion.
“Tatooine can be dangerous, so take care….and you be good Luke,” he said with a crooked smile.
“Oh, and Master Kenobi, if you ever have a run in with Sandpeople, the only thing they’re ever scared of is the mating call of the Krayt dragon,” he avowed with a nod of the head.
“Now usually we carry around recordings of the sound to ward them off, but being a Jedi, perhaps you can mimic the sound,” he said light-heartedly with a wink.
“Well, I’ll call in for clearance to take off once you guys are inside,” he finished as he mussed with Luke’s mop top playfully.
“May the Force be with you both,” he finished quietly with a brave salute as he made his way to the side so the Jedi could say their goodbyes.
TAG: Master Shuri, Master Kenobi, Padawan Skywalker
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Date Posted:
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: Argen, nice touch including the advice about Krayt Dragons.
Welcome to the new members.
IC: Ensign Rosalind Inca, Captain Stan Switek, Theed.
Location: Naboo
The young ensign was quite impressed with the cleanliness and architecture of the quaint town surrounding the palace.
They had relocated the shuttle from the palace hangars to a municipal starport nearby, and were wandering one of the wide concourses, admiring the building styles, and widespread use of natural stone, rather than the pre-form and seamed metal of more industrialised worlds, although pointed caps of green metal topped many of the larger structures nearer to the palace.
Darn sight nicer than her home city, before she had run away to join Wraithis.
They liked their fountains here, she noted.
She looked up at the TIE pilot-officer as they walked up a slightly rising pathway between two rows of shops. Like everywhere that they had seen since leaving the spaceport, it was like a ghost town.
“Well thank you for taking me shopping. Just our luck that we arrived on a holiday.”
Switek looked down at her curiously. “You do know that we are the reason for the holiday, right?”
She looked at him with guileless, innocent eyes, mixing curiosity with disbelief. “Oh come on; you mean like they have an Inca Day?”
“No. We brought their queen back to them.” He looked away from her to glance around the deserted street. The place was not a spot on his native Corellia, especially his favourite riverside town, Tyrena, but it had its own character, and was certainly refreshing, compared to being cooped up on a starship, even a miniature city like the Wraithis. “Wonder how Wraithis is getting along without us,” he speculated aloud.
“You miss her, don't you?" She asked, looking up at him in sympathy. " Want to start heading back?”
“No. Our mission was a success, and we are taking these two hours. Hopefully some shopkeepers will return before our time expires.” Switek extended an open palm for his assistant. “Come on.”
Tag: no-one
IC: Maria Van Helsing, Seventy-Nine, Theed.
Location: Naboo
Seventy-Nine groaned silently as soon as Calysta asked the question:
“Your armor is… well, unique, Trooper. Where did you acquire it?”
“Do you like it?” Maria smiled, not noticing that her squad leader tried to look away as she put her arms up to the sides and did a twirl to give the new girl the full benefit. “We were down on Gripsholme, and Lord Vader got this bee in his bonnet about me wearing full armour rather than my normal outfit, and his staff provided this for me to stand guard outside the Queen of Naboo’s quarters. She was a guest of the Ursean royal family.” The thick pink shoulder pads rose as she shrugged. “I think he did it so as not to show her up. I think she was worried I was going to steal him-”
“And that’s where the Society Gossip stops!” Seventy-Nine interrupted, putting a palm up before Maria’s Phase II helmet. “Inside and find yourself a seat. Sorry, Ensign. We travel in exhalted circles in the Monster Squad.”
Tag: Calysta
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“So what kind of quad-lasers has this thing got?” Stobb pressed, “Golan Arms or Taim & Bak KT-6s?”
“Leave me alooone.” The pilot sobbed, “I didn’t build the sodding thing. I press a button, green light shoots out.”
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Date Posted:
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OOC: This is a joint-post with Darth Elu whom it was privilege to work with and fun too! Thank you Elu!
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IC: Rowan Dumbo Lockhart - Amaraih Starkiller
Halikarnassós
Time Sequence - 0.00
Dumbo recognized the blast immediately, someone had infiltrated into the systems of the Halikarnassós. The incremental bomb went off and that means in thirty seconds time the second blast would be going off, he looked back at the Capstone being moved out slowly onto the loading ramp. We won't make it.
"Sis! Magus! The black hole has been set! Get out of here!" He yelled out to them from the rear of the nine foot-tall Capstone.
He faintly heard his sister Laura yelling something but it wasn't enough time to make it but the Capstone can withstand anything.
Dumbo turned around and saw it. Saw him. Rowan knew it was the intruder. He pulled off a shot at the man, and he knew this man was trained in the ways of the Force, call it military or natural instincts. Either way, he knew this encounter would be like no other. And then he heard a familiar sound of his lightsaber as it ignited into a crimson ethreal glow between the two of them as shadows were cast about.
The red blade was out and humming, bathing the figure’s face in crimson red as he glared at him, determined.
The final battle for the Capstone had begun.
Dumbo slung his rifle to his back and placed his hand behind him on his belt and then brought out his weapon he picked up from their mission for th Capstone. He learnt from the Vong in their confrontations over the years spanning the Voyage, he'd come to learn a few of their fighting culture and finally obtained their weapon of choice among the Warrior caste of their species, the Amphistaffs.
The amphistaff Rowan obtained was a fully grown as they are fully organic beings native to the Yuuzhan Vong homeworld. It was a curious weapon with a cunning edge.
Rowan was familiar with this kind of weaponry but it took longer to be accustomed to the way the staff works in actual combat. But after many battles and kills later, he had mastered the weapon and proved to be most handy in a fight. And now it will be tested to its limits by the man standing before him.
In his hand Rowan brought it out in the red glow, and it look like a coiled up snake and then with a slight twitch and squeeze with his wrist and his forefinger, the snake started to uncoil and lengthened until it was 3 metres in length as the head of the staff was the head with his huge fangs and hissed at the intruder.
Rowan did that for effect and brought his staff at the ready as this would be the first time for any being in this galaxy to witness as well as to fight against it.
He had learned through experimentation that the amphistaff was durable against lightsabers as he encountered some lightsaber wielding guardians out there in the unknown.
Hand motions from Rowan could coax the amphistaff to either harden or become pliable, for each had its own purposes. For this purpose it hardened. He brought up his amphistaff in a defense position.
He began to count in his head of the time ticking away.
With a quick slight of hand he threw a Nang hul which he personally called a thud bug at his intruder. The nang hul was a beetle with sharp, jagged legs and wings. Its wings were very powerful, emitting a loud buzzing sound when active, and causing a distinctive "thud" when striking an object. Nang hul shaped from sparkbees were the baseline for all such "bug" weapons.
Nang hul could be killed with a lightsaber, but their sturdy exoskeletons usually could not be broken in normal combat. If a thud bug became lodged in the ground, it could free itself using its wings and legs.
He didn't wait for it and made his move.
Rowan had one hand at the butt and the other about a shoulder width above. The thumb side of each hand were on the inside.
Rowan pivoted towards the man as the tall Hapan commando came fast, moving the rear hand to move the staff tip around, using the forward hand as a pivot. He twisted his waist to give him more force added towards the head of the staff, giving it a more forceful impact.
He was ready to make his move, his lightsaber out and humming. He switched his grip to a reverse hold of the hilt, the blade, up and behind him, his preferred style. However, he paused briefly to see the soldier quickly sling the rifle onto his back instead of shooting again. Odd. But soon he brought out a....snake...thing? What is that thing and why?
Wary, he watched as the soldier suddenly twitch and squeeze the creature lightly and the thing uncoiled into a living staff, its head hissing at him and baring its fangs. Already, he could tell by the way the fangs were proportioned on the...thing, that it was venomous too. The Force seemed to confirm that fact in the back of his mind as well. Intriguing guards...
“Hm,” was all he let out quietly. His eyes narrowed as he prepared to leap at his enemy, snake thing as a weapon or no.
However, the guard pulled out another...thing. And threw it at him! He dodged the insect-like thing, not knowing it could possibly come around and attack again, and moved toward the guard with the living weapons. But the guard was already attacking again, this time with the snake staff. Impressive again.
The guard not known to the intruder as Rowan stabbed forward with a strong thrust with pretty decent speed, however, it was blocked while he was pivoting to the right to avoid the maneuver as well. He looked over at the soldier now on his right, who’s snake staff was blocked by the saber (momentarily not thinking about why the thing didn’t just die) and looked him over briefly. Then, as the blade was in perfect position for the strike as it was pointed down but toward the guard at the same time due to the block, he jabbed the red blade toward him while he was practically inside his guard.
0.10s
Rowan knew what had happened a split second before it happened but it was too late, he overstepped his footing and caused an overlap which caused his man to go inside his guard and gave the fatal blow into his chest but that only fueled him even more. He back fisted the man with his forearm and revealed his deformed arm with a protruding creature on it!
During the Voyage, Rowan lost his right arm and despite what anyone said to him, he managed to stitch along with Magus's aid to attach an arm from the Vong to his own as Dumbo wanted his combat hand and he felt useless if he was running around armless in their confrontations with the Vong or whatnot so they fused a warrior's forearm which had a creature on its wrist. It was one of the Vong's ground based weapons called a Fire Spitter.
To use them, the bones in the warrior's forearm was removed and then replaced by the Fire Spitter's spine. The outer parts then wrapped around the warrior until it was called. When activated, the Fire Spitter ejected a ball of biomatter that was created by chemicals within the Spitter. Because of the danger of such weapons, they saw limited use until now.
Rowan pushed the Force trained man away and for the first time, he called the creature through his body and it opened up and fired a series of blasts but not at his adversary but around the ceiling above him and behind him. He wanted to take him down with him. Rowan knew he would die here and the fact is the lightsaber is still attached into his chest!
He knew he couldn't stop him but he could stall him enough. Rowan used the amphistaff to remove the saber as it coiled itself onto the blade and he pulled it out and he tossed it back to his intruder and smiled.
Wiping some blood away from his mouth with his free hand after catching his saber which was oddly tossed back to him, the intruder just simply stared at Rowan. The lightsaber currently off as the area began crashing around them. This man was an odd one. His arm. The weapons. His tactics. His inner strength and his important task. For some reason, the intruder felt the urge to reward him. With what? Something, anything before he died.
“Starkiller. My name...is Amaraih Starkiller. You have been a good opponent!” he said, his voice raised over the cacophony of the events unfolding. Still, Amaraih didn’t think he heard, his mind seemingly closing in on itself. The embrace of death, the beginning of the final journey. He would not let this man die with debris raining down on him. His lightsaber was on and humming once more. And charged.
Surprisingly, in that moment---the final moment of his life--he found he was not afraid. Found, in fact, that he was in a place similar to that which Ariel had described when she was deep in the embrace of the Force.
He was at peace.
The mission for the Capstone had been completed. The fact the assassin was going to escape, only just couldn't change that. His death, Rowan realized, was in the service of a higher purpose.
He was content that it be so.
The lightsaber's blade shimmered toward him. His last thought was of Ariel his protection through the whole Voyage and in her upbringing; his last emotion was pride that someday Ariel would be a wife.
As the corpse of the honor guard of the...object fell to the ground, Amaraih quickly disengaged his lightsaber and hooked it back to his belt. His arms up and ready to keep himself alive. The Force starting to slow the debris and put a small shield around him. Then that...bug...reappeared! The thing was alive indeed! It struck his leg in a tiny hole in his shield, right before it could close to completely protect him.
0.20s
His voice was not heard as he cried out in pain, nor did he even truly recollect that out of reaction he drew upon the Dark Side to implode the bug inside his leg, killing it nigh on instantly. All that drew his conscious attention and many others...was the resulting explosion closer by than the first.
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There was an unfamiliar buzzing within his ears as he struggled to his feet, his head swimming. A second explosion? That large...? Incremental. That’s what it was. Shavit.
He was moving quickly again now, though felt sluggish still to his tired body and mind. Starkiller redirected his energy of the Force to the roof above him, conveniently blown open and widen it a bit more, tearing it apart. Too slow for his tastes...how much time left till the last and biggest explosion took place? Didn’t matter, keep going! He couldn’t leave the important artifact here.
As soon as the ceiling was ready, he used the Force now to painfully and slowly levitate it up and out of the ship and Force jumped out and onto the hull outside as well. Fires licked all over the ship, obscuring the view of all those around it. Those he had not sensed! There were tons of them!
Shavit! Lord Vader will have my head...
He practically catapulted what he did not know was called the Capstone now to the forest he was originally to have been training in, using the Force to gently let it down when he sensed it there. But before he could move himself afterwards, he felt time ticking. He jumped off the hull, as far away as he could as fast as he could. For any normal being it was a gigantic leap.
The third blast came. Bigger than the previous two. Total. Final. The Death Cry of the Raging Halikarnassós. The explosion was too strong being rippled out and affected him in mid jump and he toppled down and onto the ground, in the middle of his new found enemies.
His body rolling like a ball across the ground. Grunts heard at every painful bounce. And a small cry as he struggled onto all fours and then onto his feet.
“Hold it right there!” came the commanding voice of one soldier.
Suddenly that man’s head found itself staring in the wrong direction and he toppled over soundlessly. And once more, despite his pain and exhaustion, his red lightsaber was out and ready.
Amaraih Starkiller would not ask questions. And he would not go down without a fight.
As a few soldiers cautiously approached with guns raised, nearly ready to rain blaster bolts on him, he grimaced in ugly determination.
“Feel the Dark Side.”
It began.
Tag: All those in the Halikarnassós Crash Site and Ysera and Ariel
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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Of Calysta Shale
Wraithis
Calysta smiled at Maria’s musings. It remained through Seventy-Nine’s addition. She was beginning to realize that she felt at home with troopers. Did she really want to get a stuffy job commanding a fleet? Calysta stopped herself. That hadn’t been the reason she had joined the Navy.
Should she even be having this problem. She had joined the Imperial Navy to save lives, in the only way she knew how. Admirals grew callous in their seats of power. Her place was among the people, despite having issues in their company at times. Calysta nodded through her internal discussion.
“Perhaps, I shall get the chance to do the same one day, Commander.”
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morichro
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OOC: Again, not a whole lot here but I'm still short on time. That should change when college passes over.
IC: Atin, RC-3222
Imperial Cellblock 1138
Atin shifted under the weight of the officer's heavily investigative ogle. However, this was not too unusual for a gentleman of his status; far above his own. So it was proof he wanted after all? He wouldn't blabber, but to make sure Di Toli didn't find any pleasure in hearing Atin admit defeat, he would make sure to emphasize on the paltriness of such an event. Di Toli sure was getting on his nerves.
“We called them on a paint ball game, not too long ago, on Corellia. My recollection of that is vague, but I remember not being too enthusiastic about it. I wanted a more dutiful undertaking, and instead I got pitted in a novelty competition, against them, the Monster Squad. We lost, but that didn't matter. Had it been an objective battle, and not some playtime activity, they would still be licking their wounds.”
Grinding his bottom set of teeth against the upper, he began thinking about the principle of his helmet, and what insult the officer had done by stripping him of it.
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pashatemur
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IC: Jan di Toli, Imp. Capt and aide to Vader
LOCATION: Imperial Cellblock 1138, Executor
“Captain Di Toli? This is the Monster Squad, sir. RC-3222? Uh, we tend to meet more squads, than individual stormtroopers, sir. Perhaps if you could narrow down where we might have encountered him? And a bit of context would be nice.”
Jan could hear the 5 minute warning aboard Wraithis, in addition to the Squad trooper taking the call. “Bruder, swore di Toli in Ursean. He needed to be about his preparations and here he was sticking his neck out for a trooper with antique identity records!
“Give me something…anything,” murmured di Toli as he looked up to Atin and answered the man on the other end of the call.
“Understood…” di Toli said, acknowledging receipt of Monster Squad’s reasoned response.
“We called them on a paint ball game, not too long ago, on Corellia. My recollection of that is vague, but I remember not being too enthusiastic about it. I wanted a more dutiful undertaking, and instead I got pitted in a novelty competition, against them, the Monster Squad. We lost, but that didn't matter. Had it been an objective battle, and not some playtime activity, they would still be licking their wounds.”
“You got that, Monster Squad,” asked di Toli, raising his voice a bit in eagerness to be done. “Corellia – paint ball match – your fellows won – he says Monster Squad are a pocketful of posies,” said di Toli interpolating with a sly grin.
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IC: Maruuke, Sophia, Celeste, Admiral Ulrick, Halver, NRCs
LOCATION: dachka at Malme, the nursery, the library; crash site north of the Royal port, Gripsholme, Ursa System, Northeast quadrant
Maruuke heard the running footsteps before she felt Sophia shove at her side in the warm bed. “Maruuke, Maruuke,” Sophia whispered urgently, “do you feel that?”
Maruuke rolled over on her pillow and smiled, embracing her little charge. Sophia had a wonderfully inviting aspect, her large blue eyes so earnest, that little chin, and such a curious look!
“No…well, yes,” said Maruuke rising from her bed and cocking her head as if to listen. “But I don’t really feel much,” said the nurse apologetically, “something though!”
“Yes, I know this something I think,” said Sophia cryptically and then pushing at her nurse, “I can’t sleep!”
Maruuke held her and rocked. Sophia was trembling and a little feverish.
Immediately the nurse went to work to address her needs, “Come on!”
“No, no,” protested Sophia, disliking the scan to which she must submit if she suffered a sneeze to escape. Yet, tonight, distracted by the urgings in the Force, she peered out of her windows to the north, standing on tiptoe.
***
The casement swung open, with the wind to assist and Celeste stepped out to look to the north.
“You are wanted, Your Majesty,” said Halve discretely from the far corner of the room where he let himself in and advanced with a small transceiver.
Celeste left the window still peering into the night with furrowed brow. She felt restless and anxious.
And in the space of time Ulrick had placed his call and the Reina took receipt, the next 2 explosions had occurred, this time, the last visible to Celeste as the sky to the north lit with fiery orange glow, the light flashing through the library window and Sophia’s high pitched cry following sent Celeste’s look skyward.
“I’ll see to it, Your Majesty,” said Halve quietly letting himself out and hurrying through the waking house. How much more trauma could Gripsholme take, he wondered before finding Maruuke and Sophia. All around the rambling grange, the inhabitants woke to the bright sky to the north.
***
“I have just heard,” said Celeste in reply to Ulrick. “From within Gripsholme? And the ship?... Containment whatever the cost, Admiral … a pyramid… lightsaber?” she repeated in growing concern and confusion. “Lock it down, Admiral before there is more damage, shield it then. Pull the troops back and lock the site down and find that artifact… already have a team out? … Good! … No one goes in or comes out of that site!”
Celeste pulled her comm. angrily form her skirts, “Halve,” she spoke tensely, calling for the steward. “We’ll be another radiation alert in a minute. Gather up Sophia and bring her, as well as Maruuke, to me.”
The Princess too, wake her so I may tell her.
***
The chime tinkled softly in Ysera’s room and Halve called into the room comm., ‘Your Highness, her Majesty requests your presence immediately in her library. Your Highness!”
“Take her Maruuke,” said Halve of Sophia to whom he looked down with a smile.
***
Around the house the Black Guard began to prepare as the warning blared over comms and address systems that there was a radiation breach in the vicinity.
***
Celeste looked darkly into the night sky.
***
In a way, thought Admiral Ulrick, perhaps the fire that ravaged the central rooms of the ancient Mannerhause was a blessing. They’d dealt with a need for a sudden containment in the recent past by only weeks as it happened.
He now flew over the night blanketed field, down from the mountain side location of the PDS command center and watched the growing drama ahead.
His calls came in rapid succession as he directed the implementation of the shield over the burning crash and called back his troops.
The generators were already about, they simply needed to be coordinated and the precise location entered so the grids would properly overlap.
***
“Phadon 1, this is Phadon 2, copy?... we have package in our sites now… receive coordinates, copy” said the first fighter to reach the forested local where the capstone had come to rest. It lay on its side in a splintered swath of felled trees to the North east.
“I copy Phadon 2, will relay and recon to corroborate, over!”
“Good deal, Phadon 1, I’ll hold my position,” said the first pilot, having transmitted the coordinates.
***
On the ground, the final blast took down those nearest, though none of the USF had reached the interior of the ship. For those able to fall back in time, they rose to find a curious conflict, the lightsaber they knew, the wielder they did not, the crew they did not know either and at this point, all were considered enemy combatants.
continuing...
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MASTER-OF-EVIL
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Date Posted:
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: Thanks Argen for this long-awaited joint effort. Its always a joy. Thanks again and lets get this show on the road!
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IC: Lando Calrissian - Wynni - Jabba the Hutt
Ryloth -> Tatooine - Jabba's Palace
Lando turned the Star Jewel around, away from the Imperials and looked at his display as the doors closed as the last Headhunter entered.
"Wynni have put in the coordinates, while I check on our passengers." Lando said as he un-strapped himself and got up and turned out into the man hold to see if everyone was alright.
Wynni gave an affirmative growl as she started to input the coordinates into the navi-computer while her partner went inside to see Jabba and his entourage.
Lando went through two sets of doors and reached the hold where, Jabba was residing.
Jabba turned his gaze from his attending valet with which he was discussing the state of affairs on Nar Shadaa, when he turned to gaze at Lando as he heard the doors slide open.
"Good news, Boss, we will be in hyperspace in a few minutes and away from the Imperials." As he looked around and the smell was unbearable but Lando kept his Sabacc face on.
Jabba paused a moment, his eyes fixated on Lando:
<<<I'm glad to hear that, Calrissian; I was about to order that the Oskan Blood Seeker's first meal should be the one who recommended you as a pilot.>>>
Jabba, now more relaxed stopped thrashing his tail about violently and motioned Bib Fortuna to take a seat much to the fearful major-domo's relief.
"I don't think this will be the last time we will see those pirates, sir. Just a precaution, sir. Be prepared for a bumpy re-entry just in case they are waiting for us on the other side and possibly in greater numbers, Lando informed. He observed that Jabba never put on his restraints on.
<<<I'm not worried for myself, Calrissian. I'm much more worried for your safety if you fail me,>>>he asserted as he pointed straight to him with a smug smile followed by his well-known chuckle: <<<Ho,ho,ho,ho.>>>
"I'll leave you to it, your Excellency." As he left Jabba and also the foul stench emanating from the Blood Killer.
Lando returned to the cockpit and Wynni indicated we are ready to go.
"Okay lets take this sack of Hutt slime and take it home. Punch it." Lando said and the stars became stretched out lines before them and then vanished into hyperspace.
*****
As the large and luxurious Star Cruiser eased out of hyperspace near Tatooine, various other ramshackle but tough small fighters quickly converged on the vessel; this time not to attack but in fact to escort it in; they were waiting there for their master's return.
The small fighters protectively surrounded the much larger ship as a hive of worker bees surrounding their queen and speedily she made her was to the far side of the Dune Sea, to the raised outcropping where Jabba's palace proudly sat.
As the ship neared the palace, a discrete entrance, carved into the side of a cliff where the palace rested on slowly began to open. The huge blast proof doors to the large hangar Jabba had built as an attachment to the palace were made to actually look like the side of the rough hewn cliff it was built into so it was hidden to the naked eye.
The large hangar housed his many conveyances that he used; among them his sail barge, the Khettana, his many repulsor skiffs of many shapes and sizes and of course his prized luxury star cruiser, the Star Jewel.
The large yacht smoothly made its way inside the hangar and its many legs retracted from their hidden locations along the lower sides of the hull, it landed with a thud on the smooth tarmac. Quickly, the door to hangar closed behind them. A contingent of Jabba's heavily armed minions along with accompanying Gamorrean guards was already waiting for the arrival.
Two of his men carried specially designed rifles, which would shoot huge paralyzing darts specially made for large animals. They already had much experience transporting great predatory beasts and they knew a sedated monster was much easier to transport than a fully awakened one. Behind them a large durasteel cage, was being ready and waiting for the Oskan Blood Seeker.
As Jabba felt the ship make contact with the ground, it shook him from his lazy reverie and he turned to Bib:
<<<Make sure my pet is well and that he is well taken care of as he is taken to his new home,>>> he ordered in his booming voice.
<<<Also, Calrissian is invited to dine with us, if in fact my prize isn't damaged!.>>>
Bib Fortuna bowed low before his master as other of his minions made his way into the small receiving area on the ship to attempt to accomplish that which seemed impossible: Move the large form that was there master into a conveyance that could move him about. Jabba could still manage movement on his own, but already advanced in age, he was getting lazier and more and more he relied on other means of conveyance.
Bib Fortuna, silently gliding along the corridors of the ship made his way to the pilot’s hatch where he knocked and entered and made a pronouncement to Lando Calrissian who was busy shutting down the various flight systems on the vessel:
Lando Calrissian you have the honor of having earned an invitation to dine with the illustrious Jabba Desilijic this evening. You will wear your finest vestments and be ready in the grand dining hall at exactly 18 hundred hours Tatooine time. Oh, and your crew may also accompany you, if you wish, he said with a leer as he glanced at the motley crew with a glare, his recently razored fangs bared.
"I would be honored at his highness's invitation and would humbly accept. And thank you, I will be there." He said to the majordomo.
Wynni gave a low whine and a kick on his shin. And gave a silent curse.
"I mean, we both will be there at attend the festivities." He restated.
The majordomo left the cockpit and Lando turned to face the controls as he flicked the last of them off.
"Feasting with a hutt, is not my kind of celebrating. Not a word of this with the guys back on Nar Shaddaa." Wynni gave an agreeing growl.
With that, Lando got up and left through the hatch along with Wynni in tow and congratulated the crew as they made their way out onto the ramp.
He slowed down and waited until Wynni was earshot,"Keep your eyes open, as soon as the feast is over, I want you to head to Mos Eisley and prep the Falcon as I don't want to linger here more than I have to."
He went to his quarters to freshen up and ready for the evening festivities ahead.
Tag: Jabba Du Hutt
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IC: Ysera Alexstrasza and Ariel
Gripsholme
Ysera awoke suddenly as if from a bad dream had caused her to awaken and her thoughts were immediate and turned to see Ariel on the bed and saw nothing. She quickly scanned the room and saw her form standing by the window looking out into the night sky.
Relieved somewhat, Ysera stretched and pulled herself onto the side of the bed and grabbed the robe that was placed on the chair on the bedside and wrapped herself in it and walked over to her daughter.
"Can't sleep kiddo?" She said over her shoulder as she now stood next to her by the window looking out into the ocean.
Ariel smiled when she says kiddo to her. "Too much sleep is more of the case, and also...." She trailed off from Ysera's gaze to the night sky.
"Was it a dream?" She said, Ysera knew it was and most likely the same dream she has for the past week.
"The same one and tonight it was at its most potent. I have a bad feeling about it." She said.
Ysera stood there in silence and placed her arm on Ariel's shoulder and gave her a reassuring squeeze. She could feel Ariel's anxiety and she leaned onto the window's ledge and felt the cool breeze of the night washing some off her own anxiety especially after her talk with Celeste earlier. She replayed it over in her mind, she was disappointed that things between them have changed and she didn't know what to do.
As she kept thinking about the event, she kept getting this very low beeping noise, she thought it was something from the equipment in the room until Ariel tugged on her robe.
".....our arm." She half listened as she came out of her thoughts.
"What?" She said to her facing her and seeing she was looking down at my metal arm.
"I said your arm, ma. Its beeping?" She said again.
Her arm? And then it sank in, her arm! Her eyes wide eyed at the realization. Magus not only gave her a new and better arm but also it had some extra features that were implemented on Ysera's request and this was one of them.
"The Halikarnassós!" She blurted out. "The black hole had been activated." She said to herself more than to Ariel.
"That means....." Ariel coming to the same conclusion.
"The Capstone!" They both said aloud.
Ysera acted instantly and went to the wardrobe and opened up and saw her clothing, she took the pants and her steal-soled boots, while she was getting changed, Ariel began to the door and then a man came and said to her as she was putting her boots on.
"Your Highness, her Majesty requests your presence immediately in her library. Your Highness!”
Ysera didn't bother to wear a shirt and just followed the man with Ariel by her side in just her black-sport's bra and adjusted her belt as they followed suit.
Tag: Celeste and family
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IC: Admiral Ackbar
Location: the Paladin, Hoth System
Admiral Ackbar’s gaze fixated on the mostly white orb that was Hoth as Admiral Fidelis and he changed pleasantries, however one comment needed a quick response:
"So Ackbar, are we uh...you know. Going down there? Because the Sergeant is right. That's bloody cold. A lot of equipment is going to have to be modified to even work in that setting."
Ackbar, craning his neck around to gaze at the recently revived Admiral, nodding gesturing negatively with his large hand for emphasis, replied:
“No, no, Admiral. Home Base is still where it was when you….well, went under,” he stated with directness.
“We are only here, well, following travel mandates en route back to Alpha Base,” he asserted, of course referencing the fact that on all hyperspace travel ARR ships were mandated to make various stop off points to throw off anyone that could be tracking or attempting to deduce their destination.
“We’ve sent probes down planetside, but hopefully we won’t ever have to come back to this frigid place again,” he said as he glanced at General Darkeyes knowingly.
In his mind, he also thought of the Master Kenobi and Padawan Luke, another reason they were stopping at an unrelated ancillary system: the two would be decanting from the ship and making their way to Tatooine for added secrecy and security. Of course, the whole procedure was Top Secret so he couldn’t mention a word of it in such a public place. Admiral Fidelis would have to be briefed on the particulars at a later time.
His mind turned to Captain Darklighter and he began to wonder how far along he was with his wards.
It was then that the Bridge area was invaded; a small Jedi child promenaded in, escorted by an ARR officer. Calamarians of course did not have the capability to grin in the common sense as their facial features were different from those of humans and their manner of showing amusement was almost imperceptible to humans, although he realized Captain Darklighter was beginning to get the gist of it, but indeed he was greatly entertained by the Jedi children coming in an out of the Bridge area.
First the Padawan Luke and as he quickly ascertained by the conversation, Youngling Achilles, the scion of General Darkeyes!
“Greetings, Young Jedi,” he said with a bow as the curious small Jedi came near him.
However, unlike Padawan Luke, conversation was not to be had with this one, not only for the fact that Admiral Ackbar needed to be focused on the task at hand but also due to the fact that the doting father basically upswept the son in his embrace and attention and would not let others have a chance!
Finding this amusing also, Admiral Ackbar swiveled his chair around, again fixated on the Planet Hoth, eager to get things going. He thought that though the presence of the children on the Bridge would not be a usual thing (too much distraction), however, they brought to the Bridge with them an escapist, soothing sense that served to distract him (and hopefully the rest of the crew) from the realities of war, if just for a moment.
As the interplay of the General and his Jedi son echoed in the background, his personal comm-link rang him:
Deedeldeldee…..deedeldeldee…..deedeldeldee.
Noticing the communiqué was from Captain Darklighter he quickly enabled the transmission and listened in:
“Admiral, I’m in the Hangar now and will supervise the decanting of the reconnaissance squadron. They will be aboard, shortly.”
Of course this was his way of saying that he was in the Hangar with Master Kenobi and Luke and they were just about ready to get into their ship and take their leave for more desolate parts, to hide away from the prying eyes of the Emperor and his minions.
“Excellent, Captain Darklighter; Advise me when they’re ready to launch. Admiral Ackbar, over,” he pronounced brightly.
“That’s a big 10-4,” Biggs replied, his voice echoing in the backround of the cavernous hangar he was evidently in.
“Admiral, the reconnaissance squadron is ready for decanting,” came the timely word from Commander Obayqwon.
The diversionary squadron of X-wings she spoke of would be launched simultaneously from an adjacent hanger, thereby rendering the launch of the Skipray Blastboat (Admiral Kenobi’s ship) less obvious to those taking note from a visual standpoint.
“Good. Hold until I give the word,” he urged as he settled back down in his chair again. It should only be a matter of minutes now….
TAG: Capt. Darklighter, Master Kenobi, Luke, Adm. Fidelis, ARR, Jedi
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OOC: I am just going to post that I am back from the scary bedtime story, sorry, I jumped the gun.
IC: Torian, Rhor
Location: Bridge of the Paladin
He returned to the bridge after telling the young Jedi children a bedtime story if you could call it that. He was not much for telling stories to young kids but he had a few for the adults if they were willing to sit and listen to the old man. Things were moving along aboard the Paladin and soon they would be making the trip home. Taking a seat again he looked around the bridge and nodded to Rhor that things were "good to go."
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IC: Nashtah
Location: the Paladin, Hoth System
Her heart still beating quickly from having been awakened so suddenly, her bounty hunter instincts having taken over, she was pleased to see that Master Jinn didn’t think much of it as she offered her hand to help him up from his fallen position on the floor which he gladly accepted:
"Yes, yes, I'm fine! Its only my….padded pride' needs a slight mending! Why must the decking be so... dashed ... solid," he mumbled light heartedly which caused her to return a grin in reply as he made his way to his feet with her aid.
"I'm sorry to have disturbed your much needed sleep. Your pardon, Padawan," he beamed gently. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?"
Shrugging the apology away, she replied as thankfully the jolts hitting against the sides of the ship and the menacing emergency lights died down:
“No need to apologize, Master,” she stated with tender sincerity. Certainly, she owed much to the fellow Jedi and for him to apologize to her actually caused a bit of embarrassment.
“The pounding on the ship should have awakened me, nonetheless,” she stated with a slight urgency in her voice as she sat down on her bunk and looked around the small cabin as if expecting to see cracks in the walls and ceilings.
“It could have been a serious problem,” she noted with another shrug and a pleasant smile.
“As far as sleep goes, I think I’ve rested enough,” she stated dismissively, realizing she was a bit wired and curious at the same time. “Anyway, I think we’ve arrived somewhere,” she asserted inquisitively. Perhaps they had arrived at their final destination, she wondered. The galaxy was vast and obviously the Rebels had chosen a location where they could remain well hidden – where that was what piqued her curiosity.
“Would it be wrong, if we left the quarters for a bit and explored?” she inquired as she stood up and looked at Master del Jinn, also anxious to be away from the constraint of the small room and her isolation from the rest of the Jedi. Her life had taken another turn, and she was anxious to explore where that path would lead her….
TAG: Master del Jinn
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