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The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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SithStarSlayer
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Oct '03
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Date Posted:
7/22 8:07pm
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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OOC: I too have been remiss. And since this is really where I left off, it needs be my intro for tomorrow's post. To all involved, whether implied, inadvertantly or even willingly... run with this however you may. I tried to be mindful of all that each of you have wrought in my absence. And I have had to significantly alter my gameplan for this entire campaign, BTW... so please bear with me.
Given, that this is as I was with the battle on March 20th,
"No sooner had the thought left his mind, when the control panel began to flash with an incoming secure-holo. The hair on the back of his neck stood up! He eagerly thumbed the switch and a flickering blue-visage and his brother at arms sprang to life.
“Wakey, Wakey, Ledaren” said Vader in a hushed tone, with a smirk upon his face.
“The battle is joined. A few minor delays, but I’ve had one or two engineering glitches and a holo drama to manage!” Vader had a look of consternation, was brief and to the point. 'No sense in drawing things out, it was time to get a move on', thought Vos. There was a long pause before the Executor repeated, “The battle is joined then! “To ultimate victory… my friend!”
“To victory!” replied the Kiffu. “And if I don’t see you again, brother…
then I’ll see you on the other side!”
And with that the Ledaren switched channels and hailed all three of his units:
“This is it ladies...
“Felucia, you are set to proceed.”
~//Felucia, aye!//~ Came the dutiful response from the Imperial arm of the KIG.
“Tattooine, you are set to proceed. And I'll be your eye in the sky.”
~//Copy that. Tattooine is on the move, mahlord and if I might add, it’s about kriffing-time… Sir!//~ Quinlan chuckled as he listened to Jay-ahr, his long trusted second in command. He stifled his laugh before commencing the next order.
“Alderaan, you are set to proceed.”
~//Gruhseil Ledaren, Alderaan is at the ready.//~ Vos didn’t wait for anything more out of Nemo, he knew exactly what he wanted to say. And so he addressed them all.
“Alright fellas, let's go knock some heads! May honor be upon those of us who survive, and may peace be upon those of us, who do not. Give ‘em hell boys, I’ll see you at the rendez vous point. Ledaren, out.”
“And so it begins”, he thought to himself...
****
IC: Quinlan Vos,
Location: Cloaked in Space, observing the battle
Their operation, dubbed Blindside, was supposed to have a mass effect, essentially crippling the CIS.
One by one they came in.
And in rapid succession.
Reports from each were all the same, that CIS had been waiting to hit 2 of the units and the third, wasn't in the clear yet either.
The naked truth of it all, made him clench a gloved fist.
Vos had sent each of them straight to the slaughter.
Initially, the ground forces had been met with little resistance and even so, the Ledaren had warned his crew to be mindful of traps as they made way towards the target on Mygeeto. Contact with the natives had been curiously absent, but he had sensed that they would show themselves when the time was right. It wasn't long after he'd issued the command to engage on all three covert fronts, that they soon found themselves in the fight of their lives. He listened as his Kiffar contingent was cut to shreds on the planet’s surface. Nemo was holding his own as was to be expected and Vos hadn’t heard back from the Imperial arm of the KIG yet.
The Kiffar didn't like this one bit.
Oddly enough, the near silent whisper in the stream still remained, like a song stuck in his mind that he couldn’t shake...
From the cockpit of the Stellarus, Vos could see the far edge of the space campaign as it unfolded. The battle was nothing more than a distraction, at least in Quin's eyes. Once Nemo’s crew was clear of the blast zone, the CIS comm. arrays would be reduced to particles and dust.
As it was, the gears of war were grinding smoothly now, each side answering the others’ call of duty. CIS Capital ships fired upon Imperial Destroyers, and CIS Fast frigates were met by Imperial Cruisers. From a distance, they appeared evenly matched, but the superior technology of the Empire was evident after the first few turbo-laser volleys.
And now he waited.
Again.
****
After what seemed like another forever; but had been only minutes, the comm. chimed and Quinlan almost leapt from his seat from being startled... from the tone of the beep he knew it was Vader…
"We're jumping presently, you may expect us immanently," Vader sent, his voice hard. "as are the Confederacy. I urge speed, Sheyftain!"
“I’m coming round the backside, to catch a better look.
Everything is a kriffing mess; Team Tattooine is getting pounded. Team Alderaan is holding steady, but I’ve just been given word he’s about to grab the plasma torch and cut their Holo-vid line. Once that’s done, I’m going in myself... to bring down that generator.”
It was at that moment; Vos banked the stygium-cloaked bird of prey on her starboard wing and rounded Mygeeto to see that action on this side was not as promising
"Return to Ursa as soon as your mission is complete." Vader didn't say why in particular, or anything more for that matter, but it was self-evident to Vos that the whisper in his mind’s eye would soon be answered. The comm. light dimmed as the transmission ended, “If I don’t… the Sheyf thought to himself while watching the amber light fade for second, “then I’ll see you in hell.”
The raging battle coming into view as the nose of the Stellarus skirted the upper layers of the planet’s magnetosphere. He could see that the fleet was bearing up, yet with less obvious success. The CIS were more than holding their own, oblivious to the casualties of war as they pressed the attack. Being ready made a difference that almost couldn’t be measured, this he fully understood.
He re-opened his link to another former Jedi on a different end.
Vos buried the yoke forward and dove down towards the surface.
“Burn it NOW.,” was all he said as hit the ion dampeners.
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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: Queen Amidala, handmaidens, Yomin Nachluv, Defense Minister
Outskirts of Theed City and Parrlay
Naboo
Part I
Accepting Minister Nacluv’s offer of an inspection tour of Naboo’s planetary defenses, Queen Amidala stepped out of the speeder, accompanied by two handmaidens, Paloma and Zilla .
The Naboo were not taking chances with security. In addition to the queen’s speeder there were three other speeders, each filled with security guards, who disembarked, following the queen, in a half semi circle, their blasters out, placed against their chests. Each was certified a marksman.
She had been taken from them once, it would not happen again.
Looking behind her, Amidala could see in the distance the capitol city of Naboo. They were on a low hill, a grassy plain in front of them. There was a slight breeze, and the tall grasses swayed in the wind. She sniffed and detected the scent of rain in the breeze.
If memory served correct, Sabe thought this was the site where the Gungan battled the Trade Federation droid army.
Surveying the vast field in front of them, Nachluv stood beside Amidala.
“Defense Base #5 is typical of the defense stations surrounding Theed and our other cities, Madam. Mindful of our environment and ecology, as well as secrecy, we have concealed the bases underground, or carved from the side of cliffs, or in mountains. Since our planet is mostly 85% water, many of the installations are underwater, manned jointly by the Gungan and Naboo. If an emergency arises the anti-orbital ion cannons are on platforms that may be elevated to the surface, likewise the shields.
Each base has its own power generator and back up generator. It was Lord Vader’s suggestion that each had back up generators. If your majesty recalls you ordered the purchase of 6 V 150 ion cannon and 6 165 turblolasers, Lord Vader increased the number to 10.”
“If I recall Kuat ‘s representative bragged the turblolaser was powerful enough to blast a Star Destroyer into pieces with a single volley.”
“Correct, madam, so a CIS vessel should present no problem.”
Looking out upon the quiet field, the queen asked quietly;
“Does the Empire have all the operating codes of our defenses?”
“It has some, madam, but not all.”
“ I wonder if Admiral Thrawn suspects?”
“He may suspect madam, but when the Imperials arrived, we as you ordered were forthcoming in showing the improvements in our defense system. I think the Imperials suspected for awhile we had thrown in our lot with Admiral Grant. Once it was proven we had not, and our system was not constructed to oppose the Empire but defend ourselves against the CIS they seemed to relax.”
“And afterwards?” The queen queried. “After the CIS threat is removed will the Empire insist we disassemble our defenses?”
“There are always dangers, I have learned, Madam.”
“I’m sure however, the Empire will insist it can protect all its planets from any threats.”
“You are concerned with the alien?”
“Very much so.”
“Perhaps, Madam, you can persuade Lord Vader that Naboo must maintain its defenses, due to our being one of the primary sources of plasma in the galaxy plus the Emperor does have a retreat here as well.”
“Lord Vader, keeps his own counsel. It is difficult to persuade him upon a different course, once his mind is made up.”
“Forgive me for being bold, Madam, but I think Lord Vader increased Naboo’s defenses not only to protect the planet , but principally to guarantee your safety, since he holds you in high esteem.”
“I believe he has fond memories of Naboo.” And perhaps one of the few places for awhile he was truly happy, Sabe thought to herself. “And our other defenses?”, she asked changing the topic.
“Other movable defenses on and in the water include powerboats, swiftboats and submarines, all armed with missiles which can be adjusted for CIS signatures or other signatures.”
Amidala looked up briefly to her Defense Minister and nodded.
We’ve even constructed ‘dummy’ sites which include false energy waves.”
“I do not see any sign of Base #5 Mr. Minister, only a farm house in the distance. You’ve concealed it well.”
“Thank you, Madam. Would you care to see?”
“Yes, please.”
Removing a com from his pocket, the Defense Minister quietly spoke into it, reciting a code.
“It will be just a minute, mi lady.”
The response was less than a minute. First felt was a tremor and then the sound of great machinery and below them on the grassy plain an area of some three acres seemed to slide away and rising from below ground was one of the 10 great turbolasers. The platform was 150 meters in diameter, room enough for also the 50 meter reactor core. It was capable of turning a full 360 degrees and swing into a 180 degree arc.
“The turbolaser may shoot every 10 seconds.” Nacluv raised his voice over the den.
“Most impressive, Nacluv, my compliments.”
“ Deflector Shield #5 is a short distance away madam. Do you wish to inspect that installation as well?”
“Yes, but I would also like to meet some of the crew who maintains this base.”
“They would be honored, madam.”
The main entrance to the base was the unimposing farmhouse seen from the hilltop.
Entering the farmhouse’s kitchen was in reality taking a lift some 120 meters underground.
“I believe my stomach is still somewhere up there.” Amidala said in jest as the lift descended rapidly.
“This base of course is manned round the clock in 8 hour shifts. There are 300 personnel per shift. Every two weeks there is a rotation with three new crews replacing the previous.”
“Is there another exit?” The queen asked as they walked along the main corridor, handmaidens and guards following.
“Yes Your Highness, several.”
* * *
The queen joined some of the crew for lunch, sitting herself between two young ensigns who seemed much flustered to have their newly returned queen in their presence.
She questioned the crew on their duties and their families and afterwards thanked them for keeping Naboo safe.
* * *
In the speeders once more, Queen Amidala and Nacluv visited Def Shield#5 and was impressed by the crews efficiency . She was happy to oblige the staff standing with them for their personal holo pics.
* * *
“You have done much in the past few months to prepare for the defense of Naboo, Minister. Thank you.”
“It is my sacred duty and honor, Your Majesty. I do not want our people to undergo the terrible causalities as we did during the Trade Federation’s Occupation.”
The royal party was on its way to Parrlay, which had suffered greatly during that dark time.
To Be Continued…
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OOC: SithStarSlayer, you're back! Welcome back! *Does a little jig, cos actions speak louder than words. And then appear on Youtube*
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Date Posted:
7/23 9:29am
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OOC/IC:
Thanks for the song and dance, Sithy!
If U get rich off the Youtube vid, I want my cut... and in Euros mind you, cuz the dollar ain't worth zilch anymore.  I hope to bring you all... a better Vos, a more real Vos and a truly grey Vos for this next chapter in GAW.
Perhaps I strayed a bit too far from where he belonged? Perhaps I simply lost sight of who Vos really is to me. Whatever it was I am back, and I promise to give you the best Vos I can.
Special thanks for your patience Pashy, you are why I'm here...
and I will reward your faith in me.
EDIT:
Coughs as GM of Saber dueling...
Duels people!?! I take a break and the sabers stay off?
I want some rumbles or something close to it!!
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OOC: Are you running for political office, SSS? 
You sound just like a politician! 
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Date Posted:
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OOC: Not as exciting as the above posts or the ones surely to follow. Looking forward to reading SSS, LDU's and Pasha's entries! How lucky you are to be in the midst of battle ??!! Considerate yourself fortunate not to be in Amidala's boots.
IC: Queen Amidala II, & handmaidens.
On the way to Parrlay.
Naboo
Part II
As the enclosed royal speeder was making its way to Parrlay, the queen rested her eyes for a few minutes.
“Is Your Grace well?”
It was Zilla, sitting across from the queen who inquired.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just resting, just thinking.”
Before she was chosen queen, Sabe was quite self sufficient, thank you. No one had inquired if she was ill, if she decided to close her eyes for a few minutes. She never had to have aid to dress, or arrange her hair.
If she wanted to just drop on the floor the clothes she had been wearing – so be it. It was she the next day that would pick the items up. Now, a handmaiden scurried to retrieve a slipper when Sabe in the supposed privacy of her chambers discarded them.
All the queen’s gowns were kept in a huge room adjoining her sleep chamber, each gown until needed was placed on a life size mannequin of the queen, and sealed in a dust free container.
Sabe recalled her training in the handling of the queen’s wardrobe. They were to keep track of when the queen wore a certain gown, check before and after the gown was worn if any repairs were necessary and to have each cleaned and fitted on the mannequin and resealed in the container.
Gowns from previous queens were often recycled, valuable jewelry or embroidery hand stitched on a new gown.
The elaborate hair extensions and additions were also mounted on mannequin heads an placed on shelving..
Her predecessors had the patience to deal with the lack of privacy and acceptance of court customs and traditions. Sabe who had been use to her freedom, coming and going without notifying security, traveling to various worlds, living out of one case had not the patience.
It began on Ursa. She welcomed the company of her fellow Naboo, but she could hardly raise a hand without them insisting upon doing a task themselves instead of her. She had heard the Urseans call her the ‘little doll’ when she was robed in her formal court dress and cosmetics.
A doll she certainly was not! She had risen to the ranks of the NSS, holding the rank of captain. She was a certified sniper, she had learn to fly, she could kill if necessary with just her hands. Captain Delba could snap a being’s neck, as quickly as a farmer could wring the neck of a bird.
She had a thirst for knowledge, and in her travels she always made it a point to study a particular world, their culture, going to the museums, observing their sporting events, learning the religious beliefs and system of government.
Sabe had been free to come and go as she wished. She was independent and unhampered.
Since accepting the responsibility of queen ,Sabe no longer had the freedoms she had grown accustomed.
She was Amidala, Queen of the Naboo.
Now she was accompanied by handmaidens, trained to defend her, in addition, armed security guards followed her as well if she ventured outside the confines of the Palace and its gardens.
Sabe was surprised they didn’t all accompany her to the fresher.
Her forbearance was wearing thin. She had sent palace security in a tizzy when she rose before dawn to leave the palace and exercise. She had shocked her handmaidens when she insisted not upon wearing the ceremonial cosmetics today and elaborate gown.
“I am going on an inspection tour, not to a court function.”
She did wear the body armor but over this she donned black trousers , long sleeve black top, an black boots. A long flowing red tunic completed the ensemble.
She must have grimaced, for it was Paloma who asked this time is she was well.
“Yesss.” Came the short reply.
“Madam,” began Zilla, a little apprehensive hearing the queen’s voice. “Your lip gloss needs to be reapplied.” It was her duty today, to attend to the queen’s appearance.
Sabe opened one eye to look across to the young handmaiden. How old was Zilla? 16, 17? “Does it now?” the queen said dryly.
“We are approaching Parrlay, Your Majesty. Estimate time of arrival, 4 minutes.”
“Thank you, captain.”
Zilla was already retrieving from her pocket the lip gloss to correct the damage done when the queen deigned to lunch with the crew of the defense base.
Sabe sighed. “You may,” the queen directed the young handmaiden. Closing her eyes, Amidala felt the gloss stick smoothly applied to her lips by her zealous handmaiden.
To Be Continued…
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LadyZaraMarta posted:
OOC: Are you running for political office, SSS?
You sound just like a politician!
I hate politics. Thankfully, I've never voted once in my life. I'm grateful that I can spend my time on something more important, like writing in an RPG or coloring with my 4 year old niece.
And Sithy, you can run, but U cannot hide...
I found your homemade dance video.
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Of Kilarn Vers
Haven
Kilarn nodded earnestly to Hett. He did still have interest in training under the esteemed Master. Whatever misgivings he had about Hett’s temper, he could shed in a heart beat. The man was brilliant and his intentions were good, if a bit dark.
Kilarn walked the empty halls with Hett, thinking too much about his cell. The words of his Master were registering, but he offered no reply. However, he felt the same way. Kilarn longed to escape this metal prison. He wanted to see something beautiful, something he had never seen before. The wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk. Perhaps the endless seas on Dac. Even the arid deserts of Tatooine would be a welcome change.
Kilarn wordlessly caught the broom and he began to sweep. The rhythm and repetition was soothing to Kilarn. It let him focus his mind on something other than the death that surrounded him. The black that constantly threatened to take hold of him. A‘Sharad Hett broke the pattern with his deep voice, "You understand why I objected to Padawan Sunwalker's knighting?"
Kilarn contemplated that for a minute. He thought he knew. She was possessed, if he knew correct. So, it made sense that Hett harbored suspicion. Maybe he was too harsh, but he seemed to be thinking of the good of the Order. Kilarn wasn’t sure, but still he responded, “I believe I do, Master. However, I wonder what the right course is and if I it will soon become apparent. I want to believe that the Force would shield the innocent from dangerous intent.”
Kilarn didn’t look up. His eyes didn’t move at all, in fact. His brooding had stuck him in one spot. He had been sweeping it to the floor since he was given the broom.
Tag: Pash
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OOC: Thank you for your input in this joint-post Pash!
XTM
IC: Ysera Alexstrasza - Professor X. Traza - Mr. Halve (the Re’s chief steward)
Malme Dachka, Gripsholme in the Ursa system
They had wondered through some of the rooms and stopping here and there as Magus wanted to see some of the old texts as they browsed back into the Library but nothing. Ysera saw the extra detail surrounding the place. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and returned to searching for Ariel.
"She might have returned back the room, Ysera. Let's double back." Magus suggested to Ysera.
Ysera simply nodded as they headed back, they noticed a figure standing outside the door to Ysera's room and was adjusting his collar as Ysera noted as they walked towards him.
"Greetings, stranger." Magus greeted the man. "Is there anything the matter?"
Halve, of course recognized the Princess and Prof. Xim from his earlier arrival. "We hope not," answered the steward warmly. "I was returning the young lady... Ariel to your rooms. She seems to have been distraught and is now sleeping."
Ysera eyes narrowed at the word distraught.
"Do you know why she was distraught? What caused her to be in that state, she was fine when I left her." Ysera now concerned on what caused this.
Magus placed a hand on Ysera's arm to calm down.
"Thank you for your hospitality and kindness for bringing back Ariel, good sir." Magus looked at Ysera and an unspoken communication passed between them.
"Ysera, i will go back in the room and check on Ariel." He smiled and bowed his head towards the steward and passed him and Ysera and opened the door and closed it slowly with a click.
Halve nodded to the Professor, not missing the silent exchange, the warning, gentle hand laid, and seeing the Princess was somewhat distracted by internal fulmants, he bowed and answered before Xim departed, “Of course.” He was genuinely saddened the Princess did not remember him, but , no matter. That was another day and one thing Halve knew, though he was far from “old,” there would be many other days, whatever became of him, or of them!
Ysera gazed back at the man. "If you would may, I would like to see the Reina if she isn't busy, steward?" Ysera asked him keeping her voice neutral.
“I cannot for certain say, what it was distressed the young lady, Your Highness,” said Halve frankly, his Ursean lilt causing the “r”s in his spoken words to roll slowly. “Her distress was related to me by another guest who had taken the responsibility of returning the young lady back to your rooms – I believe he said he thought it had to do with the loss of your crew.”
Ysera's expression softened at the mention of Dumbo. She still hasn't come to grips with his loss until now.
Then, addressing the Princess’s other question he answered, “As to seeing the Reina, you must note in this silent interlude that few are out of their beds. It is the habit here to sleep at this hour. I will, of course, relay a message to Her Majesty the Reina Mavrat at her earliest convenience. No doubt, she will be most happy to give a personal ear to Your Highness tomorrow. In the meantime, is there anything else you require – a hot milk,” he suggested with a bow in gentle suggestion.
Ysera needed a distraction in some way she was content with Celeste being unavailable.
Ysera nodded in agreement to the steward. "That would be a good idea, I'd like that. As long as your having a cup with me." Ysera smiled.
Ysera looked intently at the man's face, looking about his features intently. She seemed flustered as to trying to figure out why the familiarity about the man.
She will have to give time to reacquaint herself with the life she suppressed to take up a life of a soldier rather than a Royal Princess of court. This she thought would be her greatest challenge of her life to date.
Halve drew a hand up to press his lip with the Princess’ derailment of his politic manner. “Oh … well, I’ve my last rounds yet to make … I’ll have Kitchen send up a pitcher and some stoneware with choco for your guests who were intended to take the connecting suite to the left of your chamber, your Highness,” he remember to say. “I’ll return to see all has been attended.”
Halve was “older” but not ready for his pension just yet. It was a kind offer, but certainly one out of the usual order of things!
Ysera bit her lip in disappointment but nodded at the steward in acceptance.
"That would be nice of you, thank you. I don't mean to hold you up, steward." Ysera said as she moved towards the door and stopped and smiled warmly. "Thank you again for bringing my daughter." She seemed lost in her own thought and opened the door and didn't close it all the way and her hand lingered on the door for a fraction longer and then left it is it were and headed towards the windows once more as Magus sat beside Ariel and made himself comfortable.
She sat on the window's ledge and waited for the drinks and looked out into the vast open darkness and the black ocean with a night's breeze.
She brought out from her side pocket a full pouch of something and laid it in front of her on the ledge and also a pair of gloves with an inscription on the back-hand of the glove and held it tightly in her hand as she leaned back and placed her feet onto the ledge itself and just absorbing on recent events as well as her journey, this was the first time she had time to sink into her own solace and think about everything.....
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IC: Captain Madine, Imperial Army
Location: Mygeeto
Standing on the lip of the hatch on the side of his tracked and armoured Mobile Command Base, Madine looked uneasily upon his first sight of KIG undercover commandoes.
With most of the planet’s defensive fleet engaging Captain Vectis’ portion of Taskforce Scimitar, his own team’s drop to the planet had been deceptively easy; sent in, at Captain Perrinaw’s suggestion and arrangement, to extract Vader’s elite Kavalad Imperial Guardian force.
Introductions had been strained. More by circumstance than anything else.
“We’re ****.” Madine had told the surprised soldiers, in their fancy, and to his mind, inappropriate red leathers over khaki fabric, outfits.
It was true, he thought, they did look like burly, pimp-looking, noth-fraggers!
“****?” Their leader, Jay-Ahr had echoed, looking uncertainly from Madine to his platoon of black and white lightly armoured Wraithis Seatroopers sans flippers, and back again. “Oh, don’t say that about yourself; you found us, didn’t you?”
“No, really. It means something – Seatroopers: Hostage Intervention Team.”
“I see. Well that’s unfortunate naming, and no mistake.”
Madine shrugged. He had had time during the trip from Perrinaw’s star destroyer, to get over it.
“Yeah, Hostage Rescue were supposed to come for you, but we lost them during the attempt to board the Ravager we found up there.” He indicated the sky with an index finger, then gazed back at the KIG. “Sooo…what do you guys want to do now?”
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RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
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IC: Queen Amidala II , Defense Minister Nacluv, handmaidens
Parrlay, Naboo
The convoy of palace speeders passed under the Parrlay Arch which marked the border of that Naboo city ,the first destination on the queen’s Parrlay tour. The city officials had only been given an hour’s notice that Queen Amidala was on her way to inspect Parrlay’s Defense Installations, first stopping briefly to meet them, going from there to the military bases and then to lay a wreath at the Parrlay Memorial.
All those years ago, when the Trade Federation invaded Naboo, one of the first cities taken was Parrlay, due to its transmitter. The people did not resist as was ordered by Queen Amidala, but afterwards the slaughter began.
The Trade Federation did not give the staff at the local medical facility time to gather their patients for evacuation. The droids were ordered to execute the sick. They were shot where they lay in their beds.
The inhabitants were rounded up and placed in camps, a few, a very few, managed to escape and flee into the countryside. There were no sanitation facilities, no shelters provided; people were exposed to the elements in the camps. The Naboo were limited to a 500 calorie intake per day, in other words, a starvation diet.
There were 3 camps, one for the men, the women and the 3rd for youths and younglings 12 and under. The older younglings did their best to care for the young ones and the babies, but the little ones constantly cried for their parents and from hunger.
The 3 camps were positioned at the base of a hill overlooking Parrlay. That first night, while it rained, a deep trench was dug within the apex of the hill. The hour before dawn, while it still rained, 100 women were chosen at random, marched up the hill, and forced to stand at the edge of the pit. The droids shot each in the back of the head.
Hearing the blast shots, the men rioted, overcoming the droids temporary. They were killed as well. The survivors were made to carry the victims and placed the dead as well as the wounded within the pit.
By the time the Gungan army had liberated the Parrlay camps, 60% of the population were dead. A memorial to the victims was built on the site of the mass grave, Queen Amidala I setting the cornerstone and later attended the ceremony dedicating the memorial.
Hannes Vanepp was a survivor of the Parrlay Massacre, but his parents and sister were murdered by the Trade Federation. Like all the other casualties, their mortal remains rest in the common grave.
It was Queen Amidala I who implored her people in a speech to take into their homes the youths, the orphans who survived. The Naberrie family set the example by taking into their home the 14 year old Hannes.
* * *
Meeting with city officials, the queen listened to their much understood fears that history would repeat itself and Parrlay and Naboo would be attacked again.
“I cannot promise you the Confederation will not attack, I pray that day does not come. But today, we are in a much stronger position to defend ourselves than we were years ago. The blockade and the invasion were unprovoked. The Republic had been at peace for hundreds of years and we were not prepared.
Now we are. You all are welcomed to come with me to inspect the facilities about Parrlay that will defend the city and this region.”
In leaving the government building along with the officials, word had spread among the populace that the queen was there. Hundreds waited for Amidala and cheered as their queen appeared.
Instead of going directly to her speeder, the queen descended the steps, turned and smiling walked towards the people. Reaching for their outstretched hands, Amidala greeted her people. Bouquets of colorful flowers were pressed into her hands No doubt Dr. Senob would have to prescribe blood pressure meds to the captain of the queen’s security before the week was over.
* * *
The city officials were impressed with the increased security. The queen also reminded them of the Imperial fleet stationed in their system.
“There are advantages and disadvantages regarding the Imperial presence.”
* * *
In the late afternoon, Queen Amidala and her entourage made their way to the Parrlay Memorial, overlooking the city. It was a soaring edifice, which could be seen for miles around. Two granite pylons soared thirty meters above the main platform. A total of 30 statues decorated the memorial, the tallest, represented peace gazing out upon the field where the camps were once located. The names of those who died and are buried under the memorial were carved in the granite ,illuminated in gold.
The queen directed the speeders to halt at the bottom of the hill, for she wished to walk up the incline. People were waiting to see Queen Amidala, standing on one side of the walk, many of them survivors of the massacre.
Unlike the city, where the crowd greeted their queen with cheers and hurrahs, here were muted salutations.
“May the Powers bless you, Your Grace…”
A young man, whom Amidala guess to be about 14, the same age she was when the massacre occurred bowed and asked if he could kiss her hand. Smiling, Amidala extended her hand.
“You are one of the saviors of Naboo. I plan to enlist when I am of age to defend my world as well.”
“Powers willing, that will not be necessary,” the queen whispered.
The last time the queen had stood before the Parrlay Memorial she had been greatly moved, and still a handmaiden.
Now she stood at the base of the stairs , head raised, regarding the shrine.
Never again.
Queen Amidala began to ascend the pearl white granite steps.
The dead she prayed were at peace. The monument was erected to honor their lives so violently snuffed out, it served as a remembrance for those who still breathed.
Never again.
She stood before the eternal flame and Nacluv silently approached to stand by the queen’s side, giving her a purple pouch. Amidala thanked him and pulled the string which opened the silken pouch. Within was incense. Cupping her hand Amidala flung the scented offering into the flames. The flames flared briefly and the fragrance rose heavenward. She kissed her fingers and raised them above her head, in a gesture of farewell. The smoky incense symbolizing the souls rising to be united with the Powers.
Amidala slowly walked about the memorial, her eyes taking in the names of those buried underneath the monument. Her eyes rested upon three names ending in ‘Vanepp’. Hannes’s family. Her fingers traced the names.
Before the base of the statue of peace, Amidala placed a wreath of red and white davida flowers.
She felt a lump rising within her throat. Who could not be moved, knowing the tragedy which occurred upon this once tranquil land?
“Your Majesty,” whispered her Defense Minister. “The people would like to hear you say a few words.”
She nodded, and the captain of the guard handed her a small amp com which the queen quickly attached to her collar.
Now standing before the flame, the queen looked out upon the people gathered below her. The sky was beginning to darken and the promised rain would soon arrive.
“My people, I come here today to remember those who died. We shall never forget them. Many of you have loved ones who rest here, it for us the living, who in honoring them, must pledge that never again will this happen.
We are a free people. We will defend our world, our families, and our beliefs. This is our sacred duty, to guarantee our children and their prosperity the same freedoms we enjoy.
May the Powers bless you and keep you.”
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~OOC~
Special thanks to Pashatemur, MOO and Tyi-Maet-Nefer
GM Approved
Name: Ahsoka Tano
-Age: 18
--Gender: Female
---Species: Togruta
----Eye Color: Azure
-----Hair Color and Style: N/A
------Skin Complexion: Rubicund/rusty colour skin. White clan markings on her face. White montrals and lekkus with bands of blue stripes.
-------Clothing: Wardrobe consists of light, non restricting clothing.
Preferred preference: a crop-top, skirt, cotton leggings.
Footwear: Usually knee-high leather boots.
Jewellery: Decorative lekku-band, white gold necklace.
Special circumstances: Fingerless leather gauntlets and vambraces. Utility belt.
--------Physique: 189 cm tall, agile, lithe, fast. Always keeps active and fit. Two horns, known as montrals on the crown of her head. Three stripped lekkus.
---------Personality: Passionate. Quick to rush into situations without thinking. Eager to help others. Always testing herself to the extreme.
----------Quirks: Racing, flying, extreme sport activities, sparring.
-----------Force Sensitive: Yes
Biography:
- Brief History:
Born on Shili, Jedi Master Plo Koon discovered her force potential and took her back to the Jedi Temple. A bright student that never shirked her studies and always eager to learn more.
During the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Master Yoda assigned Ahsoka as Anakin Skywalker's Padawan learner, hoping to reign in Skywalker's renegade behaviour. As each time she spent with her master, the more his personality rubs off onto her.
Near the end of the war, Ahsoka was forced to go into exile. She returned to her home planet, Shili, to fit in with the rest of her clan. Because of her training as a Jedi and upbringing at the Temple, she failed to fit in with her species and their culture. Feeling all alone, she left Shili to search for a new place to fit in, while avoiding the Jedi Purge. She hope to make a new life of her own.
A starship mechanic spots her loitering around the spaceport, shoplifting food to feed herself. Taking pity on her, he took her under his care and looks after her. Ahsoka tries to adapt to the new lifestyle and to avoid the temptation to fall back on the olds ways.
-- Military History: As a way to get more Jedi into the battlefield, Ahsoka was rushed through training from Youngling to Padawan. She was assigned as Skywalker's Padawan learner and participated on missions during the Clone Wars. She accompanied Jedi Skywalker and Master Kenobi on their tour of duty to restore order and bring peace back to the galaxy.
--- Traumatic Experiences: Experiencing the harsh, gritty bloodshed of war. Witnessed her Master lead the 501st into the Jedi Temple and the death of the Jedi as she knows it. Inability to fit in and become part of something new.
Lightsaber:
-Lightsaber Blade Color: Emerald Adegan Crystal
--Lightsaber Type: Single 1.4 metre long blade
---Hilt Description: 30 cm long, bone-white, cylinder shaped hilt. Bulbous pommel cap with small studs around the hemispherical perimeter, with jet-black band separating it from the main hilt. Activation switch located at the lower portion of the hilt. Power dials near the blade emitter.
~IC~ Ahsoka Tano
Location: Rendili System - Rendili - Phira
A young female Togruta ran alone down the dank passageway, her footfalls kicked up water from the remaining puddles that had yet to evaporate. Two-metre high, weathered permacrete fencing ran down the length of the passageway on either side of her, containing her inside the path. She glanced up at the rundown buildings that stood above her, looking for the place with the green graffiti marks on its wall. Her breathing sounded loud to her ears. She glanced back up and saw that the building she was looking for was nearby. Up ahead she spied a broken trolley laying on its side against the wall, she jumped on it and used it like a springboard to take her high enough to clear the fencing and into the back section of the abandoned apartment block.
There was no door, only wide, rotten planks of wood nailed in place to board it up. One of the planks was held on by one nail at one end and the other rested on top of another. She lifted it up and squeezed through the opening she made herself and lowered the plank back down in place, sealing herself in darkness.
She didn't need eyes to navigate her way through the place, her montrals emitted a series of high frequency pulses which bounce off the surfaces around her, creating an alternative form of sight: Echolocation.
Besides, she knew the place off by heart.
She came across the stairwell and started making her way up it. Shafts of light filtered through the holes in the wall, places where parts of the wall had cracked and crumpled in from decades of neglect and a broken foundation.
The stairwell itself were not the safest of places either. Plaster, stone and permacrete debris litter the stairwell. Sections of the stairs are missing from when pieces of the ceiling had dislodged and crashed through. Horizontal steel rods that held the steps in place were all that is left, bent out of shape and still sticking out of the wall. The Togruta quickly made her way up the eight levels as carefully as possible and came across the doorway to the rooftop.
There should of been a door there, but it had long been knocked out. It didn't matter as she wasn't planning on living here either. Her purpose for being at this abandoned building is something more along the lines of 'pleasure'.
"You're late, Ahsoka ." A voice greeted her as she stepped out onto the roof.
She turned and found herself staring at her own reflections on two large black eyes of an Rodian.
"Sorry Zuki," she smiled meekly and unslung her backpack. "Had to give the 'Old Man' the slip. What did I miss?"
The Rodian inclined his head to something behind her, she looked over her shoulder to see a group of aliens. Comprised of another male Rodian, a male Twi'lek, a female Selonian, two male Duros and three Humans; one female and two males. Eight of them standing around in a loose circle, all staring at her.
"Uh-huh," she whispered to Zuki, "quite a bit by the looks of it." She then raised her voice to the group. "Lets get started."
"Snake-head is here." The human female taunted as the Togruta approached.
In return, she glared at her. "Oh shut it, Tamin." Ahsoka then focused back to the group.
"We were going over the course." The Selonian purred, stepping aside to let her join the loose circle around a datapad.
The Selonian brought up a map of the area and points to one of the street blocks at the bottom of the map. "We are here," she spoke as a red circle appeared. "You are to go across these blocks, " Her claw trailed over five other blocks above the one they are at. "There is the elevated hover train pylons. Cross those into the plaza park and make your way to the museum's entrance. That is the course."
"That's it?" Ahsoka exclaimed and crinkled her nose. "Its cinch. What's the catch?"
The Selonian's light brown fur flattened close to her body in respond to her attitude. "You are not allowed to return to street level. Whoever does so is disqualified and automatic win is give to the other person."
"Ah." Ahsoka straightened up flashed the Selonian a confident smile. "Anything else, Sandy?"
Sandy displayed her sharp fangs into grin. "You have to keep running. You are not allowed to slow down and break your momentum until you reach the finish. I'll be following to supervise both of you." She regarded the human male to her left. "No funny business. Agreed?"
Ahsoka nodded in acknowledgement. The human, whom was silent the whole time, glared darkly at Ahsoka, then back at Sandy. Sandy looked questioning at him with her round black eyes. "Do you agree Darleck?"
He spat at the ground. "Yeah, I agree. Doesn't matter anyway as I will win."
"Yeah riiiight." Ahsoka rolled her eyes.
"Shut up you walking freak show." Darleck insulted her.
"Oi! If I win..." Ashoka growled, "...you will leave us non-humans alone and treat em with respect. We are people too you know."
"And if he wins, you'll wish you were never born." Tamin snickered.
"Oh tough talk from a gutless wyrm." She gibed "Gonna get your posse to do your dirty work?"
"Slither away snake face." Darleck retorted.
"Go burrow yourself a hole, wyrm!" She lunged at Darleck, only to have an arm quickly wrap around her waist to prevent her.
"HOLD IT!" Sandy shouted. "Time out. Save it for the race."
"With pleasure." Darleck sneered.
She stared daggers while Zuki pulled her away. "Don't do this, just relax." Zuki pleaded with her. Calming down, she pried his arm off of her and followed him to the corner of the rooftop. Looked out over the street, they could see the traffic in the distance was getting heavy with the afternoon rush.
"Are you sure you can do this? Its too dangerous." Zuki asked her.
"Danger? Ha!" She smirked. "I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger."
"Ahsoka." His voice was full of concern for her wellbeing.
"Yes, I'll be fine." She sighed, irritated by his doubt in her.
He pointed to the street below looked back at her. "Why do this?"
"Because I'm fed up with the way they treat us." She growled. "Someone has to stand up to them. Time they get their comeuppance."
"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" He questioned her.
"Don't be so nervous Zuki," she flashed him a smile. "I can look after myself."
"What if they don't keep their word? What if things get worse?" Zuki sounded worried.
"Then they are dishonourable scuzzballs..."
"CHALLENGERS! Starting positions." Sandy called out.
"Here I go." Ahsoka turned away from the edge.
Zuki stepped into her path. "I don't think the humans will be 'honourable' in this race."
"Look, I've gotta go." She pushed past him and headed towards the others, leaving him to stand there, watching.
Tamin and the two Duros left down the stairwell to make their way over to the museum finish line. Ahsoka, Sandy and Darleck stood side by side at the centre of the rooftop, ready to go. The other Rodian stood off to the side and took a square piece of fabric from his pouch and spoke. "Ready..."
Darleck stretched his legs quickly. Sandy arched her back and worked her arms.
"set..."
Ahsoka leaned forward, poised to launch into action.
The Rodian waved the piece of fabric downward. "GO!"
The remainder of the group cheers as the competitors sprung forward simultaneously, running along the length of the level towards the edge of the building. Her right foot pushed from the top of the railing and leapt off the rooftop of the apartments.
TAG: To Be Continued...
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Master Whie, Padawan Scout, Agent Johmer Evanson, jedi cruiser Haven.
Location: Ylix star system
Sitting cross-legged in his commandeered cabin, the jedi master had his eyes closed, mind doing the equivalent of passive sensor sweeps to get the mood of the ship.
Their numbers were few, on a vessel that was large enough and roomy enough, that she should not feel enclosed and cramped.
Or at least, too cramped. This was a far cry from the vaulted ceilings of the Jedi Temple that this was supposed to replace, but then, compared to some of the places that he had been forced to inhabit, these last four years, there was something of a luxury to it.
Of course, it would be different, person to person. He could feel Master Hett’s burning dis-satisfaction with the lack of life on this mass of metal panelled corridors.
Mausoleum! Ah, the word rang out, and he could feel it from here, despite the several decks separating them.
This location did have its benefits though. The safety and security it offered, had allowed Master Yoda to unexpectantly reward and acknowledge his members for their contributions and feats.
Already, they had seen a padawan elevated to the rank of jedi Knight...
Whie’s breathing paused. Sunwalker did not appear to be on the ship.
He opened his eyes, resumed breathing, and reached for his comlink. The brown and silver cylinder, a grille at one end, rolled towards him off the crumpled blue bedspread, and floated into his hand. “Bridge.”
“Yes?”
Ah, the Jedi Exile. Whie recognised the man’s voice from the transport that Yoda’s volunteer ‘strike team’ had used to reach this Imperial cruiser from the Ryloth surface, but had not interacted with him personally.
He would have to learn the man’s story. Yoda’s attitude to him had softened somewhat since the vessel’s capture, but to be ejected from the Order, even temporarily, something of note must have happened.
Yes. He would have to learn the man’s story.
“This is Master Whie. Has anyone left the ship? I am not sensing Knight Sunwalker.”
“She filed a flight plan with Knight Presli, and departed earlier this morning, Master.”
Whie raised his eyebrows into the comlink, though no more than the sense of it would reach Evanson, if the Exile was talented enough.
“We are permitted to leave the ship?” Though few beings in this galaxy could stop a jedi if he wanted off a ship, he would have restricted movement of that type if he had been in charge, at least until things were more settled.
It had been letting the ARR land a shuttle, after all, that had permitted the bomber to kill two of their number!
“Master, as long as it is understood that the security and location of Haven not be compromised or revealed, jedi may come and go as they please.”
“And Sunwalker knows this, does she?” Even as he asked the question, the teacher recognised that his words sounded testy. He breathed deeply to calm himself, then looked round the spartan room; maybe it was the nature of the Imperial vessel that was affecting him! Maybe he was catching a hint of what was afflicting C’Boath and Hett.
On the other hand, maybe the events of Dagobah and Ryloth were now catching up with them?
The Jedi Exile was answering to the effect that Presli had impressed that matter upon their new knight.
Whie nodded to himself. Presli. The rodian. Another that he had yet to interact with; himself and his two padawans arriving on Dagobah just as they had been evacuating.
It sounded like he was on a similar wavelength to Whie himself. He decided to end the conversation with the Exile.
“Understood. I may be filing a flight plan with Knight Presli, myself. Whie out.”
He rose from cross-legged to standing in one un-Force assisted movement, putting his comlink to his belt and striding purposely to the doorway. As light flooded in from the corridor, he took a look back at his quarters. Two two-tier bunk beds, bedding four beings, two writing desks and seats, lockers, and a couple of padded easy chairs.
He guessed, low-level officers’ quarters, from the paucity of beds; lieutenants perhaps?
He stepped out into the corridor, and the cabin sealed behind him.
* * * *
A brisk walk, nodding to any younglings and padawans that crossed his path, and a turbolift ride, took him to the highest deck, even above the bridge, where he had last night assigned his padawan, Scout to organise into a Council chamber, eg. A space for the Councillors and Masters to gather, to discuss, and make decisions over,
matters relating to the Order.
With Councillors Yoda and Shuri off the ship, and several masters with her, that only left himself, K’Kruhk, C’Boath and Hett to use the place.
The final turbolift, separate to serve the command decks, took him up to the bridge deck, but then a spiral stairwell, with transparent plexiglase safety barrier and chrome handrail, took him the rest of the way up, to the area directly underneath their damaged communications tower.
Whie did not know if they had the capability to repair it themselves, though he understood the rodian agent had jury-rigged a fix using his own craft as a rectennae.
It had worked well enough at Anobis, but his ship wouldn’t be affixed to the back of their command tower indefinitely, would it?
That was something for the masters to discuss eventually. But for now, they were too fragmented.
This was all too new for them all.
He walked into the chamber his padawan was preparing, and sensed another with her.
He smiled as he recognised the Security Padawan's signature, Alex.
She, Scout, had a talent for sensing the dispossessed. The boy had been feeling abandoned after Master Yoda had left him behind, and had been sleeping down in the docking bay due to some warped sense of duty.
“Good morning, Padawans.” He greeted as he went in, the door from the corridor sliding aside to admit him. He immediately felt the difference through the soles of his boots, carpet!
Thin, to be sure, but carpet nevertheless. The lime green swatch shifted underfoot slightly, and he had to catch his balance.
Alex, down on one knee, tending to something behind a plush burgundy seat that wouldn’t have been out of place in the original Council Chambers, rose quickly and bowed towards him in greeting.
“Good morning, Master.”
His own learner was less formal, already standing, just turning and facing him, brushing hair from her face. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead and cheeks.
“Master.”
Whie was looking around the floor now, at the other squares of carpet that had been placed onto the floor, mostly the same green colour, and especially at the 1x1m square that had tried to aquaplane underneath him.
“You will have to adhere these to the floor, of course, but nice job.” His tone reflected how impressed he was, and then he looked up, seeing green and red drapes covering the walls, and knew they were there to help mute the utilitarian surroundings.
There were five comfortable chairs in all, all facing a wide central area, but, there was something else he was sensing in the Force; not a disturbance, but a convergance of life, like a little glow of it.
He could sense the children, well, one child, one young woman, smiling; alright, what had the little buggers done?
His gaze and senses swept the room, eventually settling on a white plastic drinks cup, sitting on the armrest of one of the chairs.
Summoning it into his hand, he looked into it, and saw, mud. Brown-green, mud. Congealing.
But his jedi senses were detecting microbes and single-cell life within, and he appreciated its’ presence within this soulless, space-going city.
We need more, he thought, staring at it.
He looked up and gave voice to the thought. “We need more of this, much more. Plants too. Circumstance means we have to remain on Haven, but we should customise it to our needs. A garden to with life that we can feel and enjoy as an escape from this place."
Scout had crossed her arms. “We are in agreement, Master. But how? We knocked that lot out of our boot treads, and added water. I think we should get everyone to clean their boots and give us whatever they tracked onboard, but it won’t be nearly enough.”
Whie was nodding along with her. “Take Alex and a shuttle, find a nearby planet and collect dirt basically. Lots of soil and some plant life.”
“And some animals too?” Scout suggested hopefully.
Her master looked doubtful. “Only if you can do so without meeting the natives. I don’t want anyone seeing you or tracking you back to Haven. The Empire will be looking for this ship, remember, and right now, this is the only home we have.”
“Understood, Master.”
Talking more to himself than the girl, now, he mused, “I will clear your departure with the bridge and with Master C’Boath, of course.”
“Is Master C’Boath in charge, master?”
Holding his chin in thumb and forefinger, Whie looked up at the question.
“What? No, I don’t believe so. However, he oversaw the Outbound Project, so has more experience of long-term shipboard life.” Immediately following his own statement though, the jedi reconsidered. “Actually, no. I won’t tell him; it will be a good test to see whether the master will be concerning himself with the ship at large, or just himself.” Looking up, he saw the two padawans standing there. “Still here? Get going.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
They headed out, leaving Whie by himself in the colourful new chamber. After a moment, he left too, heading down to the bridge.
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armour to trigger his instinctive love of metal. Unable to resist, he crooked an index finger at her.
"Houtini," he rumbled seductively.
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