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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/29/08 11:54am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/29/08 1:09pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: Al-righty then, Muun communications are DOWN! IC: Ravager-class vessel, Big Bunji Location: Mygeeto System Core Eight different hardpoints on the hulls of all Providence-IIs built with Banking Clan funding, passively monitored the communications status of the Muun star system, and noted when the corresponding relay stations variously went down, lost power, or were disabled. It could only note that the link had been severed, not the reason behind it. A timer started in the system core of each. A timer that would reset if the communication links were re-established, because, after all, no-one wanted Emergency Program One to be unleashed, if all someone had done, was kick the plug out. The Bridge “Star Destroyer disabled!” One of the Techno Union battle suits blared, shocking the two officers, Neimoudian and human, out of their tunnel vision over their invaded hangar. The Neimoudian, The Prior, turned resolutely away from the internal holocam viewer and glanced at the crew-thing that had spoken. Though the battlesuit design was nothing like the B1s, which were based on the skeletons of dead Neimoudians, their complete lack of personality still chilled him. “Program in as viable target for Gamma strike.” “I obey!” The thing’s dome of a head, swivelled to take single eyestalk’s focus back to the controls in front of it. “Time to Gamma strike?” “Thirty rels.... twenty rels.... Star Destroyer has gone to lightspeed.” The command deck rumbled and metal could be heard to creak, as the Sokolova, her steering and gyroscope knocked out of commission after delivering her asteroid payload, flared off into hyperspace for a few seconds, microjumping to escape the Separatist superweapon. “Gamma strike in ten rels. Nine, eight-” “Hold.” The Prior ordered, “Keep the charge until we identify another target.” “I obey!” “That’s nice.” The Prior looked worriedly towards the bulky sphere-covered skirts of the white and gold battle-suit; he was not fond of this new incarnation for the Techno Union. “And move security forces in on the breached hangar; the Imperial threat must be contained.” Hangar deck – First Platoon The first dozen snowtroopers, their heavy white thermal capes flapping behind as they moved, headed into the first hallway leading from the hangar towards the bow, the front of the ship. One, a discreet mark on his white torso indicating his superiority, started directing his fellows where to get set up. “I want the first E-Web set up right here. Hurry up.” “In terms of speed of response, the first things to arrive are likely to be destroyer droids, sir.” “Right then, thermal detonators. Three of them.” The FPC (First Platoon – Corporal) shouldered the strap for his blaster carbine, and cupped both hands to receive the small silver spheres from three of his men. He jogged up the dark reflective deck, along the trapezoid shaped corridor, the walls on either side leaning in slightly so that the ceiling had a few inches less width than the floor, but then that could be an illusion caused by the regular stanchions set along the walls. He didn’t know how far this hallway stretched, it wasn’t short, but he could feel a tiny but noticeable vibration coming through the souls of his boots, and knew what was coming. He stopped, twisted the control on the first device to maximum, and stooped to roll it along the centre of the pathway as far as he could. A disturbing high-pitched whine rose in crescendo. He waited for the first one to detonate, counting down the seconds till, a BRIGHT atinic light that seared the eyes even through his snow-hood’s tinted goggles cracked the detonator, silently sprang into a coherent energy globe three metres across, much like a droideka’s shields worked, but much much faster, and much much brighter. It stayed there like a miniature sun for a few seconds, forcing the corporal to look away, then dissipated, the baradium energy having vapourised everything that had been inside the limits of it’s effect, essentially, a perfect circle of floor, clean through to the deck below. Now that he had a nearside circumference to aim for, the still glowing rim of decking that looked like a rancor had taken a chunk, he did the same with the next one, but aimed to roll it a specific distance short. Seconds counted, vibration through the feet increasing, he saw the first wheel-formed droideka appear round a slight curve in the corridor just before the next baradium dome lit up the corridor. Without hesitation, he activated the third one, bowled it underarm, turned and ran like hell. Elite stormtroopers don’t run, of course, and even here, there was tactics being played out. Destroyer droids halted and deployed legs and shields a specific distance from their targets, and if he stood his ground, they might slow and stop short of what was essentially a modern day ‘tank trap’; he wanted them in wheel mode as long as possible, hence the attempt to increase the distance between him and them. Legging it up the dim corridor back to his men, the third sphere detonated behind him lighting up the pathway ahead, as well as throwing his bobbing silhouette in sharp bais relief across the ceiling. “Destroyers!” He warned ahead, every moment expecting the sharp pain of a laser between the shoulder blades. As the light faded, a hand grabbed roughly at the fabric of his sleeve and pulled him into the alcove at the side. That was lucky; he would have passed his squad and kept on going! “Thanks.” “No problem. Look.” The soldier indicated with the barrel of his gun back along the passageway, and the FPC looked over his team-mate’s shoulder in time to see the first of the trio of blurred grey wheels disappear into the ‘trap’ to hit the deck below with that occilating clanging spinning sound that you sometimes got when you dropped a plate. A ragged cheer went up from the gathered Snowstorm Force troops, cut off as a fusillade of crimson laser fire erupted vertically from the gap in the floor and cannoned into the ceiling. “Ah, that’s got to give them a headache.” The Corporal grinned behind his rebreather hood. “So, how are we going to get past them, again?” “We'll look dubiously at that bridge when we come to it.” To be continued... -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/29/08 12:22pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: BRAVO, SITHY, THEADMIRAL, LORDDARTHUMBRUS, MASTEROFEVIL, JERJERODLENNOX, MORICHRO AND LORDDARTHUMBRUS! Great posting for the WAR! BRAVO, MAIDORORLEANS, OMINOUS, ARGEN! Great posting for Naboo, Coruscant and Yavin! CORRELIANRUNNER FOR Cale - Looking forward to more Thrawn and Vergere. XAVIERRITHEMAGICIAN for Ysera, and Shaak Ti with SITHSTARSLAYER - We're looking forward to the return of Vos!! DARTHELU for Amaraih aka Starkiller. Welcome back NICKLITYOUAFLAME! Farewell DARTHXANTH. Good luck at Uni! MASTEROFLESPAUL were looking forward to your contributions again and this GM owes you a great debt of thanks for your support and patience, and for you very sensitive renderings of a very young Luke! I wanted to take a moment to tell you all what wonderful writing you've contributed. You are all to be congratulated. Many of the plots, characters and scenarios you've developed have been not only stunning, but engaging quality work! BRAVO TO ALL OF YOU!!! You're the reason for the success and longevity of this RPG! Thank you, 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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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/29/08 1:59pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Captain Stan Switek, Ensign Rosalind Inca Location: Streets of Theed, Naboo Finally seated to rest at a white stone fountain, the fresh-smelling water bubbling away behind them, the two Imperial Navy people sat, the younger one dejected at the spoilt shopping excursion, and the older sympathetic for his charge. The captain looked up the wide, cobbled roadway headed up a shallow hill, between two rows of side-by-side housing, windows filled with lace curtains and light drapes. There was someone coming down the hill, striding confidently, but the bipedal figure had the light behind him, so was little more than a silhouette at the moment. “As I live and breathe,” Switek muttered, rising from the low fountain rim, “there’s someone alive around here.” He headed towards the abo, hearing Inca’s footfalls as she trailed after him. “Ho, there!” He waved a greeting, the figure becoming more defined as they grew closer. The stranger halted abruptly, glaring at the Imperial officer. “Who you calling a ‘Ho’?” Stan likewise stopped, stung by the other’s indignant query. “What?” As he got a good look at the citizen: rustic, homespun-looking clothes, light tan trousers tucked into folded down green boots, a simple tan and green skin-tight vest stretched across his thin chest, with an open-throated V cut into the neck, but able to be tightened at will with string-like cords, he allowed Rosalind to tug on his shoulder to pull his head sown to the level of her mouth, letting her whisper into his ear. Nodding, he straightened, now noting the tan-olive pallor to the man, and the pointed ears under slick black, almost dark blue, hair. Great, an alien. “Ah, sorry. That was meant to be ‘hello’ in Galactic Standard, sir. Tell me, are you a shopkeeper?” The local stood back, regarding the two Imperials with an expectant air. “Indeed I am, young sir. However, today is a holiday; the Queen is home!” “Yeah, we know.” Stan supplied testily, feeling quite hot under the black flight suit. The streets of Theed looked nice, but they certainly did not circulate the air. “We brought her.” “Really?!” The man’s face brightened, “Yes, really. And as my young associate here,” Switek indicated the shy ensign, “was instrumental in getting your queen out of a tough situation, I promised to take her shopping, only for your lovely town to shut up shop and declare a day’s holiday. And our time is limited.” The slim shopkeeper nodded, his studied gaze sizing up the girl. “Yes, well, your young shieldmaiden should certainly be rewarded for her actions. Come, I open specially for you, eighty percent discount! Come with me.” The slim humanoid marched off past fountain, forcing the Imperial tourists to retrace their steps and follow him, only now able to discern the thin green cape he wore. “Come. Come.” “Coming.” Stan echoed, pleased that he would finally be able to discharge this onerous shopping promise. Rosalind was protesting the discount. “Eighty percent? Oh that is far too much.” “Ros’, we do not tell shopkeepers their business. We are not ISB.” * * * * Presently, after passing through winding streets of locked and deathly silent shopfronts, displaying food, clothing, and other merchandise, they came upon one with a bowcaster in the window. The sign above the door, painted a very light brown along with window sills and skirting, said: YAVSCOUT’S. Switek opened his mouth to ask if the shopkeeper was this “Yavscout”, when he saw him open the door and breeze into the dark interior. “Must have left in a hurry; you didn’t even lock up.” “Lock up? Sir, this is Theed.” He sounded scandalised at the very suggestion, “We are an honest people; we do not steal from each other.” Switek shrugged. “Well take my advice, and don’t open a branch on Imperial Centre, ooorrr” he elongated the last word as he considered the matter, “anywhere else in the galaxy for that matter.” “And what happened to not telling shopkeepers their business, Sir?” Inca piped up, following him into the establishment as the lights came up. “Captain’s prerogative.” “Sir?” “Captain’s right to do so, as and when he feels like it.” Switek looked around; there were a few hangars and mannikin with various items of clothing, mostly geared to survival or combat, many looking like pre-Steam ware. He glanced over to Yavscout. “Just what kind of shopkeeper are you?” “I would have thought that was obvious; I am a dealer in esoteric and rare warrior garb and equipment. For instance,” The pointy-eared humanoid rapped a knuckle against a dull grey breastplate, on a nearby faux-stone plinth, “Beskar.” “Mandalorian iron.” “Ah, you know your metals. And I see your young lady has found herself something.” The TIE pilot found himself following the proprietor’s gaze: Rosalind had found what was probably the brightest thing in the store; a sleeveless shift dress decked out with bright stylised flames of citrus colour – oranges, yellows, the occasional red. It had a deep curved neckline, everything above the hips austere if colourful, almost figure hugging, while the medium flared skirt just seemed to have way too much material. The formally dressed ensign seemed quite taken with it, one hand holding the chest of the item over her own, while the other secured the lower part to her abdomen, and she was sweeping her hips left and right so that the wide skirt swept by and wrapped round the uniform grey of her trouser legs. “I like to think of the design as ‘Naboo gang colours’.” Yavscout confided gently, reminding Switek of where he had seen that style before; HNN holo-doc footage of Queen Amidala I’s handmaidens around the time of the Invasion of Naboo. Then he spotted the long-sleeved hooded top that went with it, ignored by Inca. “I love it,” she panted, beaming up at Captain Switek like he was her established Sugar Daddy. “How much?” “Fifteen hundred credits standard. With your eighty percent discount, that will be just three hundred credits.” Stan stared at the outfit in amazement. “Fif-teen? What’s it do, point five past lightspeed? Fra-ag.” Despite the protest, he started digging into one of the pouches on the leg of his black flightsuit. “Like everything that I sell, this could save your life one day. The material is anti-stab; will deflect even a vibro-blade; and will dampen the effects of a blaster bolt from twenty paces. Meant to protect the handmaidens, you see.” “Save my life? Yeah, if I wear it like a belt.” The officer handed over his blocky credit chip, a small chunk of densely packed electronics about the size and shape of a packet of Tic Tacs, and three times as heavy. “And my credit is good.” The shopkeeper bustled off to make the payment, “Anything else you like in the shop?” Switek glanced about, wondering how this abo, who looked further down the fey slide than even Queen Amidala's painter, had gotten into this more polite strata of arms dealing, then his gaze alighted upon the glowing blue blade of a rapier, held by two black metal hooks, on the wall behind the cluttered counter where Yavscout had inserted the chip into a reader. "Hope that isn't a lightsabre." The alien noticed his interest: “Velium Short Blade. Not for sale. Procs Velium Shards with every hit.” He relayed the details like he had rehearsed them, or reading from a script, then his voice took on a wistful air as he continued, “I earned it in a different life.”. The officer looked towards the shopkeeper with renewed respect. One did not earn a weapon as beautiful as that one, without spilling some blood, somewhere in the galaxy. He did not dwell on Yavscout's mutterings however, but his description for the foil. “I have no idea what you just said. Inca, do you want to wear that back to the ship?” “Yes, please.” The proprietor indicated a pair of heavy plum-coloured drapes to the right of the counter. “Changing area through there. And that goes with it,” he added, pointing out the top Switek had noted earlier. The ensign disappearing towards the changing area with both items of clothng, Switek stalked round the wares, looking at clear firearms, pre-tech weapons, items of jewellery, or clothing. He tried to remember that the latter items had something to do with combat. To be continued… -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/30/08 10:46am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/30/08 11:56am (4 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Celeste, Anakin and Sophia LOCATION: the nursery and an empty room in the dachka, Malme, Gripsholme, Ursa The gentle breath that caressed Celeste’s arm told of Sophia’s restful slumber. Mother and child sat in the moonlight! The household thinned of security, guests abed again, the sirens quiet, the country grange creaked as old thick timbers, dried with the shut house, now fattened again with the influx of heavy salted air as casements opened to the night. At the window seat, her back against the wall, Celeste softly sang a mother’s earnest lullaby to her distraught child and gently rocked, the Infanta’s little arms reaching to embrace the comforting presence that held her so lovingly. Mother and father both had distinctive embraces, and right now, Sophia missed her father’s all-encompassing one. Overly stern, often didactic and exacting as he was intimidating, her father could also send her worries fleeing and when he spoke, the soft deep resonance in his chest would put her right to sleep. So when, the mother came, the daughter took that comfort even as she admitted to missing her father. Yet, in short time, her eyes dried, her muscles relaxed and she nodded, her head heavy against her mother’s breast. That primordial dark that came at Sophia from some half remembered dream was banished once again by love! And it was for this reason she missed her father, for through some tacit means, the light in his eyes, the gentle gesture of his smile and the careful loving touch of his hand told her he had a sense of this dark, understood. One day, not long ago, when she tossed and snuck from her room to leave the enfolding dark, he held her in his study on Kavala and spoke softly. “What’s in the dark, Sophia, that is not there in the day?” He asked genuinely interested in her answer. “Monsters,” she said, not entirely sure that was true, but what was there, felt like monsters. “Like this,” he asked and growled and played at gnashing his teeth, making Sophia giggle in his arms and she stuck a finger up and between his teeth. “Monsters like Sophias,” he spoke in his monster voice, Sophia's wriggling digit between his teeth. “Friend! Rrrrroar!” She giggled again and then took her finger back. “Small enough to be swept under a rug,” he asked, ‘Or fit under a bed?” No, not like that she insisted. “Have you seen them, Sophia,” he prodded. No, she shook her head, “I’ve felt them.” “When… for … how long,” he asked and shifted in his chair beneath her warm little body. “For a long time,” she said spreading her arms. “Can you talk to them,” he asked. It seemed he was concerned and that made her feel that he did indeed understand, though it frightened her as his arms about her became stiff. “They… no… well, Kitty did,” she said thoughtfully. She tried to explain that it was not so much what was said as what she felt, but it was difficult to explain to an adult. “Do you know a monster, Papa,” she asked. “Yes,… Sophia… I believe I do,” he said with a strange smile. She missed her father… “He’ll be home soon, Sophia,” her mother soothed, “soon!” * Maruuke was handed Sophia and Celeste left a kiss resting gently on her daughter’s forehead. * The obvious frustration surfaced and manifested in her heated steps. The stars shone brightly in the now clear night sky and gave no hint that war called the Re to violent confrontation with a old enemy or that political unrest threatened. What was to be won was an incremental step towards possible loyalties, but important ones, what was to be lost was more than “good will” and battles, ground, or resources! “And here I stand, mired in incidentals! I cannot think,” she said to the old beams overhead, her voice strangled back. She covered her face and then wiped her hands on the tan canvas of her breeches into which she’d changed, her loose white tunic crossed over her chest and tied behind at the small of her back, and the loose smokey blue sweater pushed up to her elbows. In se’iza siting upon the thin grass mat, she laid the slender silver cylinder and the other less familiar in consecration, though she did not really know why, beside hers, the particular words and motion fixed together of her ritual catah. When the clarity of still water did not come, she sat in her long practiced meditation and finally now, focused upon the millionth execution, her toes tucked under her, she drew the saber to her, rising in one fluid and balanced movement to make her fist cut at the envisaged combatant, her blade born in silver-blue, a shock of light in the dimly lit room ere she was upon her feet, well balanced and leading foot advancing. The second cut at the opposite diagonal turned and drawn back to rise de-ignited and ready to be sheathed. Again she sat in the formal and methodical posture of long centuries practice, her back straight her, arms in repose, head erect and balanced upon her upright neck and bowing, she touched her head to the floor and started anew, this time rising to a different stance, continuing thus until she had run all her catah. “Huh!....” Her feet slid softly and swiftly, a sparkling cloud of dust particles, disturbed by her passing floated up from the press of the ball of her foot as it made a “swish” across the ancient, cool grey stones. “Hwuuh” came a sharp inhalation as she shifted her weight in a change of direction, her blade thrusted forward, a block and then another till she pulled in for a quick rotation to slice at the opponent’s mid-section and, elbow up the blade angled down ward and then moved rapidly from side to side and then again another disengagement to slice in a quick downward arc. Thusly, she moved in the otherwise still room, measured breath and measured focus. At first, the saber felt very odd in the paces of the many velocities her three Masters had taught her. Not as with the metal blades she utilized in her youth, was a lightsabre! The blade gave no resistance as it was drawn through the air, and the hilt was ‘alive,” kinetic and fully responsive, not simply ‘alive’ when the blade sang in the cleaving of the air. To accustom her hands, her arms and mind, hours of slow, fluid, repetition were required and more, her Masters bade her, one a friend, one her Lord, and one … a Mystery. “hommmm…” she hummed softly, as she moved with grace, each extension of arm or leg, precise, not over-long nor too short, the leading foot firmly placed, the leading hand aggressively thrust. “hahhhhh…..” White lighted her mind – there were many… On a plane about her the blade move to meet the opponent on all sides, forward, the wind with her arms forward thrust, hand over hand time elongated, “nnnnnn…” – her heart beat slowly - the blade turned to thrust behind her. The light encircling resolved to brilliant viridian . “Neeeee…” – hot was the blade the light grew yellow, and the blade swung smoothly upward, the hilt drawn back overhead, leading wrist turned upward, “puhhhhhh” – the dragon - she breathed. “Dmmmmm,” – white - now blue and filling her being, the light ‘bloomed.’ The light of her sabre became the light of the sphere about her. “…eeeeeee” Flagging suddenly, the Reina corrected her positions, lifted her center and yet, tension returned. The light dissolved. The years with a foil and rapier had already enhanced her native agility, giving her great speed and precision, her diligence however, was unrewarded with the peace of mind and calm she knew the exercise could bring. Half-way through simple sequence, he left hand rising to bring more force to bear in an overhead slice, she stopped… … a frustrated grunt rising from her chest as she ‘sheathed’ the white hot blade and left off competing with the moon’s silver wash. This did not put her to use at her husband’s side, nor compel the Parliament to calm over the strange events of the past month, nor solve mysteries or move the resistant change! Something at the edge of conscious thought, something disturbed… "Sophia?" TAG: open and continuing -----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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morichro Registered: Dec '07	Date Posted: 6/30/08 5:18pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Commander Atin, leader of fireteam Onyx Location: Kalee, CIS fortress, mountain base Many unhappy battle droids beeped and grunted at the 501st and their preemptive attempt of the mountain's ground level. Blaster fire skimmed each passing trooper and some stray bolts disappeared off into the distant forest land as it missed its target. The barrel of each blaster rifle burned and heated up as the troopers desired more than the weapon could offer -- the cooldown timer on this weaponry was its only disadvantage. But nothing burned brighter than the fervor within Atin, a man who had been reunited with his kin and his most favorite activity after such a long, long time. “Press the attack, men! Once we solidify our control over this level, we'll be able to assess what we're dealing with,” Atin growled through his comm unit. “Atin, where did all these droids come from? It's almost as though they were ready for us!” Reemos said, the sound almost guttural as he struggled to hug the outside wall for cover. “I'm not sure Reemos, but my guess is that they were banking on this assault for a long time. With the,” Atin narrowly avoided a fatal blaster shot and continued, “with the fighting over head, they probably informed the main base of our arrival. And it looks like they aren't particularly happy to see Vader or us.” “Well, these droids were perfectly placed,” Indigo replied, a few meters away from the battle-hardened Atin. “We'll just have to make sure we control this level. Otherwise, it'll be impossible to find that shield generator. I just hope that,” he took a deep breath, “the force is with us today, men.” Atin missed only one thing; the Jedi assistance he received during the Clone Wars. It was rare to be at an important conquest such as this and not have back-up from the Jedi. Just their glowsticks in sight of Atin's visor made him feel safe and in good arms, it made him feel as though he could take on the whole C.I.S army. There had better been a damn good reason for that blasted Order 66, he reminded himself. Then, Atin dived around the corner into a roll and onto one knee, soon enough he found himself plastering the chest plate of a Super Battle Droid with gunfire until it collapsed in a metal heap, and the clattering of more droids alerted to his presence could be heard. “Get over here men. Once we take out this unit, we might be able to get inside the actual building.” TAG: Bra’lak and Co. -----signature----- “Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in adversity.”
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/1/08 11:55am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Myriad Imperial forces Location: Mygeeto As a quarter of First Platoon, about a dozen snowtroopers, were facing off against security droideka, the other two AT-ATs were getting into standing positions, raising, first their backsides, then their forelegs and heads. The one closest to the lip of the docking aperture, turned to face out into space, the distance between it and the sloping hull of the closest ISD, glittering with shrapnel and debris from obliterated ships, from USF C-50s, up through barges, to the destroyers! The walker waited, its primary and secondary laser turrets waiting for inbound star fighters, though if anything even close to the seven hundred arrived, even three All Terrain Armoured Transport would not stand an earthly. The middle AT-AT paused in mid-rise to deploy it’s platoon of forty standard stormtroopers, who immediately spread out to reinforce their breather-hooded colleagues. Within the lead walker, Commander Jeffers look out the window blister at the other walker, to see it appear to stare off to space to its right, Jeffer’s left. “Hey, I think I found your missing shuttle.” His opposite number in the middle walker announced. Jeffers had his driver steer the cockpit head to the left, so he could see what they were seeing, and sure enough, what looked like a well cooked Gamma-class was hanging from the top part of the hangar wall by fusion disc and cable like a space-themed soap-on-a-rope. “It’s okay; I got this.” Jeffers was still wondering what the other officer meant when a blast of scarlet laser cut across his vision to sever the straining cable, the shuttle silently dropped out of sight, but he felt the impact of it landing, all the way up his spine. The shockwave also toppled a five metre high, extendable ladder over by the hangar mouth, and the snowtrooper engineer standing near the top rung, trying to fix the hangar’s automatic sealup, out into space! “What? What the drokk was that?” Jeffers babbled at the other commander, “we had friendlies in there!” * * * * On the hangar deck, a full platoon of stormtroopers, and half that of snowtroopers, sixty souls in all, watched each other bounce a foot off the deck for no reason, then land variously, on their feet, or not. “That wasn’t a laser blast,” Verba-89 muttered as he negotiated his way back onto his hands and knees, “something hit us.” Then he noticed Gamma Five fetched up against the hangar wall, nose up to the ceiling. “And where, pray tell, did that come from?” An unexpected movement caught his attention, and he saw the hangar’s emergency door, obviously jigged loose, try to slam right to left, cutting off an instant’s view of the “clone overboard” before grinding to a halt, a quarter of the distance across! * * * * Outside, in the rest of Perrinaw’s still active part of the taskforce, commanders and tacticians were seeing how best to intercept seven hundred vulture droids once they started to run on fumes, and the Providence-shaped garage started to look more and more tempting. The star destroyer Tears of the Sun eased in front of the opening, although it was likely the CIS droid starfighters would easily circumvent her angular bulk. Dozens of LAAT/i’s from the Melissa coasted in, braving the debris field to pull up outside the beachhead, and turn air-to-surface weaponry towards the expected horde. Other destroyers pulled clear, so as not to endanger their own starfighters: ARC-170s, V-Wings, TIE fighters and interceptors, and USF ‘birds’. They still kept up constant fire upon the Ravager, trying to burn away through her formidable armour and shields. * * * * Flight Lieutenant Nichenzo, of the Squad Besh destroyer, Failure’s Dart, lined the cross-hairs of his TIE/In’s targeting system up on one of the CIS fighter-drones that were disengaging from battle in their droves, and making all possible speed back to that huge Ravager-class battleship. The nerve of them, putting MYGEETO WELCOMES THE IMPERIAL FLEET in glowing white letters on the side of their hull. That was taking the Mickel to an extra-ordinary degree, and as his targeting system warbled a lock, he depressed both firing switches with unprofessional glee, lime beams of destruction zeroing in on the fleeing vulture, to skitter along it’s armoured upper hull, and blowing it to kingdom come, sparkling fragments bounced aside by his circular transparisteel viewport! He targeted another. Tag: NickLitYouAFlame -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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TheAdmiral Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/1/08 12:49pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/1/08 12:58pm (1 edits total) Edited By: TheAdmiral
	IC:Lord Admiral James Xavier on-board "Roadblock" At first the battle developed well for the Imperials. The captain used simple, but efficient tactics, it seemed that she doesn't like fancy tricks. But they were facing a different foe, consisting mainly of droids, they were programmed to counter such tactics. The attack group was slowly entering a trap, soon several Imperial ships were destroyed... The Lord Admiral watched impassively the theater of war. He looked almost bored, there was no need for emotions, they cloud one's judgment. It was an impressive spectacle of color and shapes, the kind he liked. James felt a slight thrill crawling up his spine. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, as a tactician he analyzed the chances of success and failure. They were even... "Interesting, very interesting..." he almost said. Xavier realized that he would be needing one of those implants and a replacement eye to be able to receive datafeed faster, so that he could be able to reach a better judgment. The vibrations on the floor intensified, they were attacked by another craft. It was then when captain Vectis needed his expertise. “Lord Admiral” she called, “Perhaps you could kindly gives us some advice…” Xavier moved slowly towards her. -Always a pleasure,...-he paused to consider some of the possibilities-...well, you should try use different attacks. First with the ion cannons, then the turbolasers, you can use the ship-to-ship missiles and the...SPHA-T cannon...You can also send the bombers to destroy the bridge or the engines. You should try to frequently switch tactics, thus confusing the droids, and the Neimodians. And of course keep moving... TAG:captain Vectis OOC:Sorry for the shortness of the post... -----signature----- Proud member of the Clonetrooper Fanclub/Stormtrooper Fanclub Grand Admiral in The SWC Empire "The IG Banking clan has surrendered ! The day is ours ! The Republic is victorious !"Obi-Wan Clone Wars "My allegiance is to the Republic , to democracy !"
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TheMaidofOrleans Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/1/08 7:30pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/1/08 7:32pm (2 edits total) Edited By: TheMaidofOrleans
	NRC: Judge Rea Writtbea Naboo Hall of Justice Theed, Naboo “Computer, transcribe the following:” In her private chamber, Writtbea threw off the white robe of her office and sat down behind her desk. The sooner this was from her hands the better. She had no desire to be in the middle of an intergalactic incident. To Saloh Onamor, Minister of Foreign Affairs Theed Palace Most honorable sir, This day just minutes before Queen Amidala II returned, a horrific accident was barely avoided which could have caused the most grievous political fallout between The Empire, an Naboo and the sovereignty known as The Union. In these uncertain times …" * * * * * IC: Saloh Onamor, Minister of Foreign Affairs His office, Theed Palace Naboo “…I am enclosing all the pertinent records including the visuals taken at Theed Spaceport. It would not bode well, even though clearly the Union Vessel was at fault, for Naboo to press charges. I am your most obedient, Judge Rea Writtbea By the Queen’s Grace, Justice Imperial Judge, Chommel Sector, Naboo” By habit, Onamor read everything aloud, his explanation was that he could absorb the information more thoroughly. The Foreign Affairs Minister was in agreement with Judge Writtbea. The quicker this Union vessel was out of their hands the better. He would forward all the information plus Judge Writtbea’s recommendation as well as his own to Queen Amidala. Her Grace would decide what would be the fate of the Union ship and the crew. Tag: Queen Amidala -----signature----- Seduction,treachery and deceit never go out of style. That's why RPG's are so much fun!
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TheAdmiral Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/2/08 9:41am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Lord Advisor Eddard Dondarion (a.k.a. the Truthsayer) Prison Cell, Theed, Naboo He didn't pay much attention to what had happened, Eddard was a mute viewer to his trial. Then silently followed the guard to the prison cell. He was more concerned with his revelations. "After all I am from the Union...What an irony..." he was thinking. This concerned him very much, it seemed the Force had a plan for him since his birth. The Truthsayer needed more information concerning his House, he didn't remember seeing it in the history. He would have to search in the Knowledge Apocripha, the forbidded knowldge. There the history of exiled and destroyed houses were kept. Eddard sat on the bed, cross-legged, he needed to meditate. -Eddard... A whisper carrying a female voice. A quite familiar voice. -Eddard Dondarion... It was her...Master Fay! In his mind's eye he could see her, she was there, agelessly beautiful as ever. She fixed him with her gray eyes. In his mind Eddard bowed to her. -Am I dreaming? -No Eddard, I chose to appear to you in your mind.-she smiled gently.-I see that you have discovered the truth about yourself. It was Master Fay who had brought him in the Temple when he was an infant. But for unknown reasons she did not train him, she didn't have any padawans at all. -But why? -You know the answer to that question...You are on the right way, the Union must reform if you want to bring some light in the growing darkness... The Truthsayer swallowed hard. -So...I had understood my mission correctly? -Yes...I had come now to tell you about House Dondarion, the Lost House. -The Lost House? I had heard the prophecy about it, so they are true? -Yes, House Dondarion was one of the founding Houses of the original Union. During the New Sith Wars, it had opposed the Ordonnen, which was the House Supreme at that time, to join the Brotherhood of Darkness, so they were banished, together with House Atreides, from the Union. After that the tracks of the House Dondarion were lost...The Atreides managed to return to the Union, but no-one knows what happened to the Dondarion...So it was called the Lost House. It was then when a Bene Gesserit had a vision of the House Returning followed by the Great Change in the Principles of the Greater Good.-she paused so that the Truthsayer could assimilate all the information-The Force had guided me where the remnants of the House were, there I found your parents and you...their only child. You were strong in the Force and it showed me that you should be trained as Jedi so I took you...You know the rest... Eddard was left speechless. -So the Bene Gesserit could make such predictions, so it is true that they are descendants of Jedi Master Loraine, who was believed to have been killed during the Jedi Civil War? -Yes, it is true, you were truly blinded, you are discovering things anew... -When? -I cannot tell you...You will know when the time is right...I am currently watching over your apprentice, the Morningstar... Morningstar...ah Dennii in old Nabooan. -Really? -She is carrying two things that will be of great interest to you... Eddard didn't ask, he knew that Fay would not tell him. -My time with you is almost over...You were a very good Jedi Master...Ah tell Obi-Wan that my sacrifice on Queyta was not meaningless... -I will... Goodbye Master Fay... -Goodbye Master Dondarion... And then she just disappeared... Eddard opened his eyes, he wondered how long it lasted and what will happen next...He had much work to do... TAG:anyone on naboo -----signature----- Proud member of the Clonetrooper Fanclub/Stormtrooper Fanclub Grand Admiral in The SWC Empire "The IG Banking clan has surrendered ! The day is ours ! The Republic is victorious !"Obi-Wan Clone Wars "My allegiance is to the Republic , to democracy !"
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TheMaidofOrleans Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 7/2/08 1:46pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/2/08 1:53pm (1 edits total) Edited By: TheMaidofOrleans
	IC: Queen Amidala II Her private office, adjoining the monarch’s suite Theed Palace, Naboo When there was work to be done, Sabe did not avoid it, but tackled it head on. Thanking the governor for his escort, Amidala returned to her office, gathered the boxes and sat down behind the monarch’s desk. Twice she stood, stretching her legs, walking about the room. Studying the various decanters on a side table, Amidala, poured a plum flavored brandy. Swirling the purplish liquor in the cut crystal, she studied the movements of the drink for a moment. Anakin introduced the tea ceremony to her, patiently showing her how to meditate, to find the calm center within herself. Personally, she would rather reflect upon the swirling of a fine liquor such as this brandy, sniffing the bouquet and enjoying the taste of it in her mouth. Would she ever get use to these blasted medichloreans in her bloodstream? They seemed a damned nuisance at times. Sabe took a sip of the brandy. I have to learn how to use them. Senob said I had 7500 of the little buggers in me. I wonder…I wonder if they could be increased in some way? “Ha!” One minute I’m complaining about them, the next I ponder if I could increase their number! One could increase the number by having a child – but that is definitely out of the picture! I wonder if they could be produced artificially? These after all, are Anakin’s medichloreans. There is no hierarchy of medichloreans, Sabe, just the number, she reminded herself. According to Palpatine’s journal, Anakin has more medichloreans than anyone EVER, therefore he is the Chosen One. The Chosen One is suppose to bring balance. “Well, there is certainly no balance in today’s galaxy!” she muttered aloud. Evil definitely had the upper hand with all the death and destruction that war brings with it. Prune Face and the other devils must certainly be enjoying themselves, with all the suffering they have caused. It will take decades to repair – and if those invaders pounce – then what? Will the galaxy ever know peace again? First things first, Delba, you or no one else for that matter, even the Chosen One can bring back peace and usher in a Golden Age of prosperity and equality on their own. Amidala paused a moment, gazing out the window to the plaza below. There were still many people about and most likely she would have to appear upon the balcony again tonight, before the spectacular that was even now being set up hastily below. She didn’t expect to finish everything in the boxes today. That would be an impossible task, but she did want to make some headway! The computer chimed, the signal that something was coming across that needed her attention. Brandy in hand, Amidala seated herself once more to see what had appeared. A message from Onamor, her Foreign Affairs Minister. “Play message,” she directed. Onamor’s image appeared on the screen. “Your Grace, I hate to disturb you on this, your very first day returned, but an incident has occurred which needs your decision. If it was an ordinary situation, I would make it myself, but since it involves Your Highness, I defer the final decision to you. Following is a complete transcript. I can easily be reached if you desire. The queen opened the files and began to go over the detailed records. * * * “Damnation!” It took an hour to go over all the files. Pushing back her chair, Amidala placed her feet upon the desk, wiggling her toes. (It was a habit of hers from childhood, when she was alone to kick off whatever footwear she was wearing, sending the slippers or whatever in various directions. Therefore, the shoes were difficult to find, one could be under the bed, another several feet away. But grown now, and a little more mature, she had placed them by her chair when she had returned from her stroll about the gardens.) Her legs elevated, the brown gown slid past her ankles, to stop a little before her knees, revealing shapely trimmed calves. It would not do for anyone to see her as such. She doubted if any other Naboo monarch placed their feet upon the ancient desk. The Naboo wanted someone unconventional and there was no room for debate; Sabe Delba was neither conservative nor reserved. That is why they elected her to the highest office of their world. They wanted someone who was unique, imaginative, (with a little bit of stubbornness thrown in) who could stand against the Empire. Crystal in hand, absentmindedly swirling the brandy, Amidala pondered the recommendations of the judge and Onamor. 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: 7/2/08 2:51pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/2/08 2:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	IC: Nashtah, Mon Mothma, Biggs Darklighter, Admiral Ackbar, Sergeant Odievo (nrc) Location: Yavin IV Nashtah slowly exited the shuttle, the last of the Jedi to proceed from the conveyance. The warm morning heat of the jungle planet was comforting to her skin, a welcome change from the cooled interior air of the Rebel conveyances. However, she could feel the humidity and the temperature would probably rise once the system’s sun was higher in the sky. Discreetly looking around, eager to not seem too curious as was befitting of a Jedi Padawan, she shuddered slightly as the ominous shapes of the various ancient Sith temples loomed in the background, completely surrounding them. Most often, only the peaks of the temples could be seen as the jungle overgrowth had nearly enveloped them and now only the largest temple remained completely unencumbered and massive, its surroundings evidently having been cleared of foliage. She could feel the darkness imbued in them, however, it was almost as if the darkness was somehow imprisoned within the dark hued stones. She knew the ancient tales of this place as had been told to her in her youth at the Jedi Temple. She remembered the story of how a power hungry Jedi had betrayed the order, taken up the mantle of Dark Lord of the Sith and had made a bid for conquest of the entire galaxy, all the while miring many worlds in warfare and destruction. How similar his tale was to its modern counterpart, she mused with a forced smile as ARR attendants began to greet her. Luckily for the Jedi who lived in the time of that despot, Exar Kun, they