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MASTER-OF-EVIL Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/21 4:49am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/21 4:53am (1 edits total) Edited By: MASTER-OF-EVIL
	OOC: This is a joint-post between myself and XTM, Thank you XTM!! And also this post is partly influenced by the film The Professional. MOE IC: Kai Forge and Xendillian "Dina" Black and Mara Jade and Talia Marr Coruscant - 500 Republica Sunbeams poured through the deflector shields with artificial air generators, painting the heaven calotte pinky-reddish, drawing the skyscrapers with golden stripes. Sun descending above Coruscant. At the 500 Republica, in the luxurious apartment painted pourpre, many hundred stores above the ground, a young girl was sitting by the guardrails near the turbolifts, raised her arms to her knees as she looked out into the window of the sun setting.... It was getting darker as Kai and Dina were riding the taxi to another destination. "So Master Kota left us a place to stay while we are here. Convenient, at least this way we don't have to bunk in the Devina." Dina commented to Kai sitting beside her lost in his own jungle of thoughts. Dina tapped Kai's arm to snap him out. "Felucia calling to Kai." "Oh...sorry Dina. I'm just thinking about the task that is given to us. Its not going to be easy with everything that has happened recently." He said darkly. Dina was silent, he was right with the recent terrorist attacks and the political situation with the military returning from the recent campaigns, it was indeed going to challenging but not impossible to pull this off. "Well I'm sure it wouldn't be that hard, Kai. This is Imperial Center as they say, its full of them." Dina looked over to the taxi driver and swore to herself as she knew the driver had heard her which made her adjust her cowl over her features as she smoothly waved her hand to her left waist. The air-taxi driver gave her a momentary glance with a shrug as he pulled up to 500 Republica which Dina smiled to herself. As she looked over to Kai as he looked back to her and smiled. "We are here," He said as the taxi driver pulled up to a landing pad within the single-tower apartment with many parked speeders about. Dina hopped out with Kai paying the fare to the driver. She looked about as there was a slight chill in the breeze as she tightly wrapped her robe about her body as she waited for Kai to join her side. "Well, the apartment is on the 500th floor, door 585J." Remembering Master Kota's implicit instructions given to him before they left the battle above Kuat's facilities. Dina's mind was elsewhere also for a moment and nodded to Kai's instructions. As they both headed into the apartment block entrance. A silver-plated protocol droid approached the two. "Welcome to 500 Republica, would you like for me to take your coats and cloaks, gentlebeings?" The droid observed at the tall bulk form of Kai as he was dressed in a see-through fish-net singlet overlayed by a vest and a chain around his neck. "No thank you, we are fine." Dina interjected before the droid could comment on Kai's choice of clothing or lack thereof. Upon arrival, Kai and Dina entered a small reception room, decorated in azurite, from which they took the turbolift to their apartment. There was a collective buzz about the place, as bodies were moving about from what they could before stepping into the turbolift, were various sentient beings. "I wonder how did he obtain an apartment in a place as plush as this, it feels like I was back in Hell's Kitchen." Dina commented quietly as Kai pressed for their floor. "You know somethings are better left unknown, Dina. If I thought about everything on how he obtains whatever he manages to get, I would surely be as old as him." Kai said with slight chuckle. Dina couldn't help but laugh at that estimation of the Jedi Master who up close appears older than he actually is. ***** "Mara, I don't have to tell you again." The voice of Talia Marr sounded out from their open door apartment as a smaller figure appeared out of the doorway and it was Jonas who approached Mara. "Jonas!" Mara beamed as she opened her arms and gave him a warm hug and sat him next to her as they peered outwards to the skies of Coruscant. "Mummy says dinner is almost ready, Mara." Jonas said to the raven-haired Mara. Mara blowing a puffy sigh. "Okay, let's go before she gets any more reasons to ground us after the holo-vid incident." She said to Jonas as she pulled her legs to herself and pushed herself up and pulling up Jonas up too. As the two were walking back towards their home and the occupants of the next apartment room opened theirs doors as there were three male figures as Mara gave a side-on observation pretending not to notice them, they were three human men and she could partially listen to their conversation. "I mean, what's my job?" The first voice she caught, very light with weight to it. "I'm just a holder. I hold the stuff just like you give it to me. I don't look at it. I don't touch it, I don't even know how to cut it." He sounded as he was on edge. "Try and follow me, all right?" A new voice was added, a more serious tone. "Last month when we gave you the goods, it tests a 100% pure. Now a month later. We pick up the goods and it tests 90% pure. Now, somewhere between last month and this month 10% turned to cut." Mara slowed her pace little somewhat but she let Jonas's hands go and he went ahead. "I don't know, that's none of my business, I'm just a holder." The first voice re-iterated back to the serious man's voice. "You give me the stuff, I hold the stuff, that's all I know!" "Hey look, you know, I'm trying to help you out here. But, you know, if you're gonna be a hard ass about it, I gotta disturb him. Now let me tell ya: when he's into his music, he hates being disturbed." This raised Mara's curiosity and at that moment a one of them had stepped out but with his back facing to the now returning Mara and noted his white suit and something in his ears as she could see wiring of some sort as her green gaze turned away and facing back to her front and to her home. "I'm telling you the truth!" First voice exclaimed as now it could be heard they were in the hallway just where Mara was passing through a few moments ago. Mara stepped into her doorway not with out peeking over and could see a short stout, fat man with a bushy mustache. "I hope so. Because he's got a talent for sniffing out a lie...It's scary, it's almost like a sixth sense. Now, are you gonna change your tune or do I gotta bust into his?" The serious toned man could be seen wearing black leather jacket. "I'm telling you the truth." The fat stubby man said again. "All right..." The man in black turned to face the man in the white suit. "Stan, Stan, I'm, I'm sorry, you see, he says he didn't cut the goods." He explained to the man in white. "Oh." The main could be heard said. He walked towards the short and stubby man as he took off his earphones. Then the strangest thing happened, the man in white began to sniff around the mans face, his hair and a after a moment of silence. "Of course, he didn't. Just do me a favor. Find out who did. For tomorrow." He said to the fat man as he indicated the man in black its time for them to leave and he began to walk and then said one more thing to him before leaving the hallway. "Noon." Then the man in white looked slightly past the fat man at the end of the hall and his vision, he thought he saw something move then disregarded as he left the man standing in the hallway on his own. ***** The turbolift doors opened up for the two friends as the Korun and the Lehonian, stepped out as they looked about the very luxurious hallway from carpeted floors to decorative walls of various designs and no amount of windows showing the grand splendor of the Capital shining into the building as they began to scan for their apartment. "Mara, I think Jonas left his toy out in the hallway, check if its there would you." Talia called out to Mara from the kitchen as she was preparing the table for dinner. "Okay Tali." Mara said as she stood up to leave and look for Jonas's toy. She left the door open as she stepped out onto the hallway and began searching for the toy that Jonas had dropped. Upon walking further up the hallway, she noted two figures with curiosity. Haven't seen them here before, must be new? She thought to herself. As they approached, she could see them clearly one was a woman and the tall one was big muscly man. She couldn't see the woman's face properly as it was half-covered by her hood of her very cool looking cloak. I wish I had a cloak like that she thought. Kai and Dina noted the scarlet-golden haired girl as Kai gave her smile with a nod and Dina smiled as they walked past her. Mara wanted to see if they were friendly or not, so she used her ability to read the cute guy's mind, she thought he would be easy as she has done with everone on this floor. She instantly went into the dark-skinned man's mind but.....she couldn't! Mara concentrated a little harder her face scrunched up to enter but she met resistance!? "But how.....I have never been blocked before." She was confused by this interesting revelation. Then she heard a voice in her mind which left her open-mouthed shocked. ~~You know its rude to enter without knocking young miss~~ Mara slowly moved her viridian-green gaze to the man beside the cloaked woman. ~~You have the same trick as me!?~~ She asked him in the same manner. There was silence. "You know they should label these doors, this floor is huge." Kai said as they were looking for their intended apartment. "Mmmm....your right about that Kai, you think we passed it already?" Dina asked. "Maybe.....we could ask that young girl that we passed by." He suggested to Dina with a shrug on his shoulders. "It won't hurt to ask, I guess." She agreed with him as they walked back the way they came and upon to the young girl. Mara was taken aback somewhat as the man and lady in the black cloak came back and they were coming straight to her. She was frozen place. "I....i didn't mean too. I didn't know you had the same tricks as I do, I'm really sorry." Mara began to say a slew of apologies to the two. Dina gave Kai a curious look then faced the girl in distress. "It's okay. We are just wanting to know where is 585J on this floor?" Kai said in his soothing yet calming tone as he knelt down to the girl and gave her a warm smile. Mara was still shocked as the man was talking to her but she soon recovered. Only then she registered his words and gasped at realization. "That's opposite my home!" She exclaimed with a blush. Kai looked behind him and up to Dina. "It seems it was the last door on our left Dina." Dina nodded as she left Kai to tend the girl as she went to check it out down the hall. "Thank you, young miss. You saved us the trouble from backtracking." He said as he pushed himself up and gave her a lasting look before turning to leave her. ~~Its called the Force not tricks. You are one little gifted girl.~~ Kai said into her mind as he became a small figure as he walked down the hallway. Mara was standing there paralyzed but with a huge grin on her face. "The Force........" She said breathed out slowly, letting the name sink in. She caught something behind the potted plants that were spread out throughout the floor and saw Jonas's toy. "There you are Kirby." She said as she picked up his soft toy that was a three-headed monster. ***** Dina brought out the keycard that Master Kota gave her for the room and slid through the wall-unit slot and it keyed in green with a click as the door opened up and she stepped through and making herself acquainted with the place. Kai reached the door a few moments later and caught voices from behind him and noted a woman's voice and then the figure appeared at the door which left Kai slightly lost for words and smiled at the blond-haired lady. "Oh hello, are you the new residents in 585J?" Talia asked the tall and noted very handsome man. "Yes, we are, your daughter was kind enough to give us directions." Kai could say as he kept his gaze on her, resisting temptation to look elsewhere. "That's wonderful, there hasn't been anyone living there for a very longtime, well as long as I have ever been here. I'm glad she helped you, sir. I'm Talia Marr." She reached out her hand to the dark handsome man. Kai shook her very nimble small hands compared to his. "Please to meet you, I'm Kai Forge." He greeted the woman. "Tali, I have found the toy." Mara's voice cut the momentary silence between them. Talia smiled to the newly introduced Kai Forge. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Kai. I hope to see you around." As she ushered Mara inside as she stood and slowly closed the door with a lingering look in her eyes almost a wanting beneath the surface. "Kai. Kai. Come check out this place. The bathroom is just as big as the interior of the Devina." Dina's voice sounded through as the huge form of the Korun turned as he closed the door behind him. To be continued and Tag: Mara Jade -----signature----- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pCaOcv6OOQ Best New Star Wars RPG Winner Summer 2007 - War of the Sith Part IV: The Invasion of the Cha'ala
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/23 2:40pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/23 2:57pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: Gratitude to SithStarSlayer for letting me re-visit his Aliens encounter from earlier in GAW, and much of the post is based on my own postings within an old actual Aliens-themed rp, Aliens: Tempest. IC: Jay Ahr (Kavalad Imperial Guard), Café on the KOSP Location: Kavala orbit, Ursa system Seated in a KOSP café-bar with time on his hands before he had to signal Lermontov for further instructions, the KIG team leader sat at the short counter just inside the glased front of the establishment, and gazed out at the tourists and spacers mingling along the pedways, beings of all races and persuasions. He raised a ‘Fart in a Jar’, a bubbly, milky concoction (he was still on the clock, so no alchohol) to absent colleagues, those who hadn’t made it back from Operation Blindside, and thought back to a time when he had served before with Mike Lowry and Marcus Burnett, the ones who had taken down Mygeeto’s shields and circumvented the planet’s hypervelocity guns to take down their own defense fleet. After the incident at Fou'uul the Hutt’s palace on Nar Shadaa, where the Ledaren’s Wookiee allies had been impregnated by some kind of bio-mechanical alien; an invoice for sixty B2-model battledroids had been found, with delivery instructions to another of the Hutt’s properties; and Mike’s three-person fire team, with Jay observing, had been dispatched. There had been signs of fighting as they traveled deeper into the fortress, and along with blaster and acid scorched corridors lined with B2s, their photoreceptors all aiming in one direction. Also, they hadn’t encountered any organics, sentient or otherwise, bigger than rodents, throughout the whole place, although there were several trails of dried brown running down the centre of each hallway, going in the same direction. “What do you think, Rikke?” Mike had asked of the only female member of the team, nodding at the dried trails running the length of the deathly quiet corridor. “Well it’s not Hutt slime. Could be blood.” She pursed her mouth at the conundrum, then licked a finger of her brown insulated glove, and dropped to one knee. "Whoa!" Though it wasn’t his place, Jay grabbed her by shoulders before she could dip her finger into the mess. “Hold on, what do you think you are doing?” “Going to taste it; if its coppery, its human.” “This isn’t the Expansionist Era. Don’t you watch CSI: Coruscant? They have swab-sticks now, you wet it with a solution, dip it in, and if it turns blue, its blood.” Mike chuckled. “He’s right, Rikke. Stand up. We’ll follow it, whatever it is.” The trails had led them to a spiraling stairwell in grey stone, at the base of which, they located a huge round hangar that looked like it had been laser-carved from natural rock as one giant piece, and brought over to join the rest of the keep. Impressive, but then, Hutts were never subtle, and this Fou’uul was no exception. In the centre of the space, under a domed metal cover that looked like it irised open and closed with about ten overlapping petals, sat a large blocky vessel, its hull pitted and scarred. A gaping black square was almost level with the hangar floor, whilst the cockpit was one or two storeys above it, jutting out of the front in a rounded beak of metal and transparisteel No-one recognised the type. “Looks like they left the door open for us.” Marcus commented, gesturing with the barrel of his blocky DC-17m blaster carbine. “Well, we’re not going that way.” Jay put in. “Not your decision; you are just observing.” Mike pointed out. Jay had looked back at the man, whilst Rikke and Marcus watched them both. “Observing because I have seen these things before. Trust me on this. Besides, if this vessel brought them from another planet, possibly their homeworld, the details are going to be in the cockpit. Quickest entry point to the cockpit? Through the cockpit window. I say we scale the hull, blow the windshield, and get in that way.” The lieutenant had regarded Jay Ahr, then the dark rectangle on the distant ship, then up at the cockpit. “Alright. Alright. Prepare rappelling gear.” * * * * Later, inside the ship, which according to a well-thumbed flight manual that Marcus had found, was a Corellian Engineering Corporation HT-2200 freighter, Mike had stayed in the cockpit to try to interrogate the ships log and navi-computer, as well as bring up the lights and systems for the rest of the craft. The lieutenant had sent them off to find the Medical suite. Down one level, Jay looked carefully round the corner. All clear, then easing his body, legs bent, he lead the way round. “Ribbit.” Marcus Burnett had intoned gutturally from the rear. In spite of the situation, Jay felt his face straining as he tried to contain the grin; Rikke, coming up behind him, had ‘frog fear’, and Rule Two for KIG recruits had to be, ‘do not reveal your deepest, darkest fears to your squad, cos’ and this is a given, they will rip the wee out of you’. Actually, Jay recalled, still leading the team in a crouch, his training sergeant hadn’t used the word ‘wee’. And Rule One, if it mattered, had been ‘Always sleep with your weapon! And no, Ansgaer, not in that way. Yes, Rikke, I know we have armouries now. Thank you for pointing that out. For being cheeky, you can give me sixteen laps of the quad! Find that funny, do you, Ahr? You can join her!’ They had reached the ramp, and Jay raised a fist, halting the other two so he could scout the short distance ahead. Lights flickered and sparked overhead, and thick glase windows on the metal-plated double doors ahead, led into a darkened area. “Everyone stay on full alert. Burnett, watch our rear.” “Copy. Ribbit..” The team leader really had to hold it in now; Marcus was a ‘hole, but funny with it. He shook his head and crept up to the doors, rising do that he could look over the bottom rim of the window into Medical. No lights inside, except what was emanating from a group of transparent vertical cylinders. He couldn’t make out anything from here though. There was nothing for it to go inside. He did the quick deft hand signals that brought the black-haired girl up to him, crouching on the other side of the door, then, using his fingers to count, one, two three, they barged both doors with armoured shoulder pads and stepped in, him high and checking left, her low, DC-17m blaster sweeping to the right. “Clear.” “Clear..” Jay stood up, giving Marcus permission to follow. “Alright, check around to see what happened here. Rikke’, check those containers.” “Sir.” She headed in the indicated direction whilst Burnett made a beeline for a desk strewn with papers and clipboards. Jay decided to call in, standing and pressing a finger to his headset, all the while turning so that the white glowbeam from his suit light could play over the surroundings. “Mike? This is Jay. We have reached Medical. Looks clear, and ... hello...?” He stopped, his light having found the familiar shape of a metal-framed gurney. An entire third of it, at the top end, had been melted away! He made sure his holocam, mounted on the shoulder of his wine-coloured body armour was looking in the same direction. “Are you seeing this, sir?” This wasn’t the first sign of molten damage they had seen since entering; there had been lots of holes melted in floors and what looked like splash damage on other surfaces. One early speculation that Rikke’ had voiced, was that this place had been taken out by Ob Khaddar, but apart from stating that Aron, ‘would have gotten it’, had refused to expand on her theory. “Sir, we got an E.T..” She called from several feet away. Jay crossed to her side, while Burnett came slowly up the rear, paging through some reports on a clipboard. Looking beyond their reflections in the glass liquid-filled container, lit by a low light in the base, he could see inside, something laying on its back. A sickly pale yellow in colour, it looked like a cross between a pair of lungs and a, well, a vagina basically, with eight jointed spindly legs, curved in towards itself, like that of a spider that has met its Maker. And lastly, a long, coiled tail. “What in the Original Frag is that?” He looked sidelong at her, she was a full head shorter than himself, so he was looking down at the top of her head, strands of black hair pulled back into a short ponytail. “So, this Khaddar character, how many legs did he have?” She turned to him, hands on hips like an annoyed vase. “Hey, read a book sometime! Ob Khaddar is, was, a famous Surrealist painter.” “The Alderaan fella? I thought he worked with grass.” Burnett put in, surprising everyone that he knew who the heck she was talking about. “That’s pretty surreal in my book.” Jay put his hands up, silencing them both. “Alright, there’s the teeniest chance that we are getting slightly off-topic here. Rikke’, watch the door. Marcus, anything in the paperwork say what happened here? Surely ‘Ob’ here-“ He paused to silently shoo the reluctant girl back towards the entrance, “- didn’t disappear a Hutt stronghold full of people all on his lonesome.” Most of the remaining five containers had just one of the alien critters inside, while the last one was a horror! “Ho!” Ahr stepped back from it, startled. Inside, the organism still had it’s legs and tail secured to a human head and neck, covering the face completely. Everything beneath the shoulders, was dissolved away! Jay looked round at the gurney they had found, while Marcus crowded round him for a look. “Sweet Honey Iced Tea! Oh that’s nasty..” “What have you found?” Rikke called from the door. Jay spun towards her to stop her seeing the sight. “Trust me, you do not want to see this.” At that moment, someone barged into the back of him, navigating their way through the café. Jay Ahr turned automatically to see who the culprit was, but didn’t get that far, his gaze settling on a young spacer sitting at a nearby table, and who, like him, looked they were taking a well needed break. Her hairstyle, giving the impression of a sideways-facing hammer, was what gave away her occupation and lifestyle. In his humble opinion, you didn’t make a fashion faux pas like that if you spent most months of your year amongst civilized society! Still, she had the curves, and he had the minutes. Added to that, he had gone into Operation Blindside, thinking he would never again experience female companionship. Draining the Fart in a Jar, he smacked his lips, and crossed to her table. “Hi, Georgeous, I’m Jay. Is this seat taken?” He nodded to the opposite side of her table, where, in a perfect world, a chrome-backed chair would have been waiting for him. “Ah, excuse me.” He dragged one from the adjacent table, and turned it to face her. “Okay, Take Two. Is this seat taken?” He grinned down at her. Tag: Salla Zend -----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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HanSolo29 Title: Fan Art Manager Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 5/24 10:39pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/24 10:46pm (2 edits total) Edited By: HanSolo29
	IC: Han Solo Wreckage, Senate Building, Coruscant Before the Blue Guard had a chance to respond to Han's crude negotiation skills, a loud clattering from behind gave way to hushed voices and startled yelps of surprise as the political entourage of senators and assistants finally clambered out of the makeshift hole in the wall. It was about time. Han offered the Captain of the Guard a cynical smirk in parting and turned on his heel to face the newcomers, pulling the blade from his belt in case things got hairy. He didn't intend to use it, but judging by the looks of the big, intimidating being with blue skin and horns that came through the entryway first, he may not have any other choice. "...and who are you?” a gravelly voice suddenly resounded from somewhere close by, effectively forcing Han's attention away from the blue being to search the area with frantic eyes. After several tense seconds, his gaze finally came to rest on another tall being standing just beyond the horned Chagrain. An elderly human with a commanding stance, he had a sunken face and deep, penetrating eyes. Han inwardly winced and bit his lower lip as he tried to conjure up a response. "Oh, you know," he shrugged with an unusually calm disposition. "I'm just the point man. If these guys need something..." he made a wide sweeping gesture with his hand, indicating the Blue Guards and Vos in one motion. "They come to me and I, uh...point 'em in the right direction." A nervous smile crossed his face as he once again shoved the blade into his belt for safe keeping. It was a lame joke and one he was almost certain the uppity political types would not appreciate, but he had to try nonetheless. As it turned out, it wasn't just the pompous Senators who seemed to have ill feelings towards his remarks, but Vos appeared on edge as well. With a dark gaze that spoke more volumes than any reprimand, the Kiffu indicated for Corellian to join him at his side as he addressed their guests in the "proper" manner. Obeying in silent irritation, Han simply rolled his eyes and navigated his way through the junk until he was standing at Vos' side. He found himself wanting to jump into the conversation more than once, especially after the decrepit old man insulted him a second time, but he stayed his hand. Vos obviously knew what he was doing, even if his words proved to be a load of bantha fodder, but Han doubted he could do better. There were very few beings out there of the professional sort who would listen to a kid just passing into adulthood. It didn't help that Han looked much younger than his eighteen years - he figured he would have to work on that. Finally, the motley crew of politicians and adventurers began to move down the corridor, the red interior passing by them in a crimson tide until they ultimately reached the turbolift tubes and split up into two different groups. It was here that Vos took the opportunity to approach the young Corellian and speak with him one on one. Han watched with furrowed brow as the Kiffu placed a hand on his shoulder and began in hushed tones. He knew he wasn't gonna like where this was going. “I need you to do something for me, young one. Take this codex and return to the Stellarus. Han's frown deepened as he tried to process what the Kiffu had just said. "The Stellarus? But--" He was cut off as Vos transferred the datacard into his grip. He glanced down briefly at the object before closing his fist around it, his gaze returning to the Kiffu. There was more. "In my quarters there are two lockers, plug it in and retrieve the box in the top locker. And whatever you do, don’t open the lower compartment. Inside that box you will find a crystal… I want you to hang onto it for me. When the time comes, I will ask you for it. Until then, you’ll have to figure some things out on your own. Now, go…” "Go?" he scoffed indignantly, not wanting to believe what he had just heard as he turned the datacard about in his grip. "You're kidding, right? Where do you expect me to go?" But Vos hadn't been kidding. When Han was through toying with the datacard and returned his attention to the Kiffu, he was already walking away at a steady pace with the group of Senators, not even bothering to say good-bye. Han's light-hearted mood quickly diminished as his expression grew stoic. Vos was abandoning him for more important things and once again, Han was subject to more waiting on board that rickety old ship of his. Great. That's not exactly how he wanted to spend this layover on Coruscant. Grumbling something under his breath about ex-Jedi and their secrets, Han started to trudge back down the corridor in which they had come, kicking a piece of rubble into the wall out of frustration. He would humor him, of course. He intended to slip the datacard into the computer and check out the contents of the hidden compartment, if only out of curiosity. But once Vos returned...boy, was he gonna get it. TAG: No one at the moment -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 One of Hammer's Angels Fly casual
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/25 10:21am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Major Tim Bayliss Location: Hyperspace Tim led the guest officer down the corridor to a turbolift large enough to accomodate Uvye’s squad, should he decide to retrace the route, and bring them along. The lift went down several deck, and opened onto the larty deck, L4, dominated by a huge segmented carousel set into the floor, which carried the Low Altitude Assault Transports into the Repair and Maintenance shops, and then carried them out into the deployment areas. Bayliss gestured to a grey-suited human operating the conveyor system. “Bring in the Colonel’s larty, please.” “Sir.” The standing operator pressed a large black button on the panel before him, and the carousel immediately emitted a loud mechanical hum as it moved from right to left, bringing a series of larties, in various states of repair, into and then out of, view. Eventually, the transport system stopped, and a glistening white, unmarked LAAT/i sat before them. It’s cockpit was unmanned, and the sliding doors on both sides of the passenger/cargo bay were slid back and locked open. Bayliss turned to Uvye, and made a sweeping gesture towards the craft. “Colonel. Your chariot awaits.” Behind the officer's back, the machine operator rolled his eyes. Tag: Colonel Uvye -----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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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/26 5:50am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Agents Devon Robie, Johmer Evanson, Mitch Nifesta, Mission Supervisor Angeo Lim, Haven, Darth Unlucky, SGIS Base Ship. Locations: Ylix, near Pantolomin, undisclosed Standing together in a side room off the Interdictor's bridge, Devon and Johmer stood over Devon's open 'Service datapad as the operative from Naboo cut the link, his holographic image shrinking to a bright dot, then winking out. "Not that its lovely to see you, Ange'-" Devon began. "Not that its not lovely to see you," Johmer corrected quietly into his friend's ear. "Huh? Oh. Not-" "It's alright, Agent. I know what you mean." Her image waved her understanding. "Yeah, we are curious as to why you are doing this as a conference call?" "Including the situation at Naboo, there are four Order 66 incidents being reacted to, by Imperial and planetary authorities." "FOUR?!" Nifesta's supine image echoed in surpruise. The human and rodian aboard the jedi cruiser, knew how he felt. "Are the Order running missions that we don't know about?" "If we were," Johmer put in, "we would be being a darn sight more subtle about it." There was a pause, then, "Now why is everyone looking at me?" Nifesta protested, only half seriously. "Where are the reports coming from; I will tell you if we were involved." Lim looked aside at a readout that was outside the range of her holo-cam. "Okay. There were two from Coruscant. Both aboard the Holo Network News skyhook, if that rings any bells." "Yeah, that was us. Next?" 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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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/26 7:46am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Colonel Uvye Location: Hyperspace Bayliss turned to Uvye, and made a sweeping gesture towards the craft. “Colonel. Your chariot awaits.” Behind the officer's back, the machine operator rolled his eyes. The tall, strapping Colonel watched as the landing ships rotated in front of him, stopping to reveal his transport, a glistening white, unmarked LAAT/i. Juru walked over to the transport inspecting it, looking for any problems that may have gone unnoticed by the maintenance crews, though it was doubtful they would let a scratch on the paint go without touch-up. He turned back to the Major, “Very good Major. Excellent work; your crews should be commended for a fine job.” He continued his inspection of the LAAT. “My men will find this suitable for the job. I will send them down at once to load up and await departure.” He saluted the Major and walked back to the lift to his quarters. Tag: Major Bayliss -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. the real purpose of language is no longer to convey meaning - it is to obscure meaning
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/26 1:24pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/26 2:46pm (4 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	This is the third and last installment of a joint post with MOO! Thank you, MOO! IC: Soobie, Sabe, and Artoo LOCATION: Lord Vader's Senate office, Imperial Center The double doors parted to admit Ms. Soobie. “You wished to see me, your Majesty,” said Soobie entering breathlessly having sprinted back from the landing pad down the corridor from the staff pool to Vader’s office. She glanced down at the little astro-mech plugged into a port at the other side of the desk next to the seated Queen Amidala. The aid winced a bit and hopped as discretely as possible from one foot to the other. All her work days since being attached to the Executor’s office had never given her the slightest indication that Soobie should not be perfectly comfortably in the lovely matching pair of light blue stiletto ankle boots that gave her short frame some much desired stature. One day, the first week of her employ in this position, the Executor had called for a senior staffer even as she stood under his nose! She’d determined then and there that, though he’d been perfectly aware she stood ready to serve, her keen lack of height had certainly not helped in the impression she was old enough to hold said position. Her toes now throbbed! Note to self. No more high heeled boots at work! The Naboo’s breath caught, as Soobie entered, and quickly palming her storage device yet again, Sabe exited the computer system’s library with a quick and light tap. A broad smile still resided on her face as she looked up at the aide. She gave a quick glance to R2, and cursed silently that the little droid had almost but not yet circumvented Anakin’s encryption that made a puzzle of the data. "So…ah… how goes it, Ms Soobie? What progress? Any word from the Ursean Embassy?" Gliding her hand over the astro-mech’s dome, Sabe stood and approached the aide still speaking and halting Soobie’s progress. "Not to be paranoid, but if there are any personnel you do not trust out in the inner offices, dismissed them for now, Ms Soobie," said Sabe not entirely certain she should keep Soobie around either after Quest’s sudden intrusion into the office. "Ah… Yes, your Majesty, already done," said Soobie, certain she’d met with disfavor, “and I've just seen Councilor Quest and the Bene Gesserit off to the Embassy as Lord Vader requested!" Perhaps, her speediness would prove her worth, and she began to speak further, but was too late. “The Ursean Emb...” "Bene Gesserit?" said Sabe as Soobie glanced to the desk from which Sabe had risen. "Um…Sister Alia, Majesty. She came with Lord Vader and Dr. Molita on board Executor. She's from the Union," said Soobie, somewhat distractedly, still regarding curiously the open monitor on Vader’s desk. "Oh Powers! The Union!" Sabe rolled her eyes. "Yes, Majesty," said Soobie, stepping forward a little, Sabe countering subtly, "The Bene Gesserit's the one with the ... Spice... you know... they inhaled the Spice for ... visions. They're a bit ... eccentric..." "I agree and arrogant. I've had conflicts with them." Sabe hid her distaste, and sat on the corner of the desk, blocking Soobie’s path. "I don’t trust the presence of this Sister Alia and Councilman Quest can be better managed at the Ursean Embassy. I'm sure they’ll know what to do with them there. The Ursean’s can make a house arrest seem like an intervention vacation," said Amidala with some personal knowledge and chuckling she added, “By the time they are finished with the two of them, Quest and the Sister will think the visit was all their idea!” Soobie, disarmed by the Queen’s humor laughed, though she wasn’t particularly certain why! "I don't know how long Lord Vader will be out of commission. Hours, days…! The people are reassured with a leader in place, since Palpatine’s demise. There are those who must be plotting though. This is a crucial time and there’s no doubt, without Lord Vader actively and visibly at the helm, we invite trouble from destabilizing forces!" Sabe stood again and tapped on the edge of the desk in some concern again, but seeing the almost comical flurry of expressions on Soobie’s face, she grinned, "Now I sound like a minister of propaganda…." She eyed Soobie in silence. “We do need to intensify the security around here. I thought you indicated that security kept Lord Vader undisturbed… Councilman Quest seemed completely unimpeded…” Soobie looked down and then lifted her gaze again. “I’m so sorry. I suppose the guards …” she screwed her face into thought. “No one out there would know, Lord Vader is gone from this office. I don’t know…” Sabe considered. “Ms. Soobie, let’s take precautions to see that doesn’t happen again. We can’t afford it to get out right now. It’s inevitable his absence will be discovered, but the longer we keep that undisclosed the better. No more break down in security. Send a Blue Guard to me as soon as possible.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” said Soobie, now distracted from the desk and the droid plugged into it. It was both necessary and convenient Sabe further distracted Soobie at the wall of monitors where the aide was put to service instructing the Queen on the content scrolling onto many of the monitors and the small holos that popped up on the black console beneath the wall of screens. There were status reports from military installation and fleets, departmental reports from various governmental bureaus, system alerts and sector maps, several which Soobie said she did not understand and often required a code to access, and environmental and solar reports from around the galaxy, as well as two devoted solely to conditions both organizational and atmospheric and terran for Imperial Center. Soobie tapped several buttons here and there to toggle various reports, particularly those coming from the space ports and platforms around the planet and those coming form Zero Sector or Imperial Sector. The notes read by approval of Grand Admiral Teshik of Azure Hammer. So these were the means by which Anakin connected to the world around him, thought Sabe. So much to take in! “Thank you. Now if only we had someone on the outside who could help us exert some … influence,” mused Sabe under her breath as she returned to the cabinet from which she’d obtained her previous “dry” libation, grabbing a bottle of Alderaan spring Amidala unscrewed the top and took a long swallow. Bottled water! She knew there was nothing stronger. "Ah…” she said taking another cold swig. “I’m going to be frank, Ms. Soobie. I feel blind sitting in the office! Sabe sighed, a hand on one hip, she stared at the wall of monitors with all their reports flickering and several alerts flashing. She gestured to the wall with the bottle. “Is it always like this?” It was bewildering. When one had staff at hand to relay, interpret and organize all that information, it was so much easier for a head of state to function. To be exposed to all that immediacy seemed insanity to Sabe. “Pretty much! Yes, your Majesty,” said Soobie. Sabe took herself to one large window and adjusted the blinds for a second and smiled before attenuating them once again to opacity. “I see the lights are on. Thank you. It must seem a ridiculous request to light this wreckage up, but people have to see the Senate still stands, is… enduring! Listen, I'd like you to contact the Naboo Embassy and tell them to bring me suitable clothing - something comfortable and utilitarian. They shall know. And have you had any luck locating the Jedi Vos?" "Jedi," said Soobie in surprise and a little too loudly such that she covered her mouth with her hand. "I presume he is a Jedi or was one,” said Sabe noting Soobie’s response, “something in his manner of bearing and dress – I believe I met him once, if I recall correctly… How exactly did she know. His face stood out to her, it was dark when they met. She’d asked Anakin. He steered her from the subject – another thing “you do not need to know.” Only a name half-remembered, but that face…it was the eyes that seemed to burn into one’s soul… they were… unusual – the color – green? – the gaze of one who knew of ancient words and deepest intents. The gaze of a Jedi… but then he wouldn’t claim it these days! “Naturally, I am aware of the terms of Imperial law regarding Jedi. I meant, ex-Jedi, if indeed one can be an ex-Jedi,” said Sabe shrugging; the idea seemed ludicrous to her, unless, she thought, one lost one’s memory. Yet, it’s not as though a life time of indoctrination, skill acquisition, and perspective could simply vanish from someone as intensively trained as a Jedi was supposed to be. What do I know… “After all, Lord Vader is a Jedi and surely you noted his robes today, his monk’s habit?” Soobie seemed to be considering what Sabe said. She looked up though and asserted, “Well,…uh… I … isn’t he a member of a sect? Definitely not Jedi, not anymore! He's the Exe... well, Emperor!” “Some sect?… Jedi…” Sabe blew out. “If he is a member of... some "sect," he's a member of one, as far as anyone knows, which doesn’t exactly constitute a sect, does it now, Ms. Soobie. Then, again, I’m not schooled in religious mysticism or distinctions. I have known Lord Vader since before the previous war with the Confederacy and I assure you, he was quite an accomplished Jedi!” Soobie flinched again. Sabe shook her head. “Ahem…” said Soobie awkwardly, “You asked about the Ledaren…?” “Yes, I did,” said Sabe patiently. “He should arrive any moment,” said Soobie, aware that she had somehow presented herself unfavorably. She was a bit confused. Although it had never been a topic of blatant discussion, somehow the subject seeming taboo, she was aware that Lord Vader had been referred to as a mystic, it was not considered appropriate to refer to that past. He was a force adept of great capacity and second to the Emperor. There was no prohibition against Force wielding or adepts, but the communal and prevailing sense in the Empire, or at least upon Imperial Center was one of distrust. Yet, Lord Vader was so highly placed. Thus, some had wondered he wasn’t all along, the true locus of authority and not the deceased Emperor. Soobie didn’t waist her time in such debate. Lord Vader was - Lord Vader, a force of his own. Jedi were outlaws, traitors, callous and uncaring of normal beings, gifted, but self-serving, smug in their power and disdainful of everyone who did not possess the sensitivity, as it was called or didn’t believe in that mystical stuff about the “Power” or the “Force” or whatever it was. There were rumors about nefarious sects of Force adepts who worked with the Confederacy, a band of lawless systems and corporate entities bent on enslaving others out of pure greed and avarice - "Darksiders," the old people would say. Lord Vader fought the Seperatists and his work was in maintaining the safe and effective running of the Empire, hunting down the lawless and securing and expanding the reach of Imperial order and peace! He was a war hero, had made personal sacrifice for the order of the Empire. He worked incessantly. Courageous, if exacting, passionate and stirring, not to mention handsome – Soobie was proud to work in the office of the Executor. And now! Now, he would be Emperor! Soobie regarded Sabe quizzically for a moment. What was the Queen trying to say? Maybe she didn’t mean that Lord Vader held the cold perspective of a Jedi, maybe just the skill? After all, everyone knew Amidala was the Executor’s mistress and it was clear to Soobie in the Queen’s actions, her demeanor that she was devoted to him. That was it, Amidala wasn’t demeaning Lord Vader, she was simply referring to his skills. Sabe looked at Soobie curiously as the aide seemed to pause for a moment in some confusion. “Yes?” she asked, as there seemed to be more that Soobie had to impart. The aide blinked, “Oh yes, well Vos is Ursean KIG. He’s Ledaren – a high level officer for the USF special operatives, as I understand it. He went to help extract some VIPs from the safe rooms below the Senate Chamber. I did not speak with him myself, but with an engineer working below and apparently there was more damage down there than expected. As per Lord Vader’s orders, the Ledaren is bringing the Senate President and the Grand Vizier here ... " she looked again to the astro-mech and then smiled at Sabe, "oh, boy! Lord… Vader… isn’t… here," said Soobie standing taller, “I’m pretty sure the Ledaren can advise and then there is Admiral Colton from the Embassy. I received word he’ll want to speak with you…” “Is there something you need help with, Your Majesty?” said Soobie stepping again toward the desk and the R-2 unit. “Perhaps you can raise Colton on the comlink now, Ms. Soobie. I’d prefer to know what my options are sooner than later,” said Sabe not addressing Soobie’s query. Sabe glanced sideways to R2 at the desk port and went on talking. "I know you must be exhausted, Ms Soobie...." The queen looked the aide fully in the eye. Soobie caught the glance and herself blinked. "I... uh... yes, well, yes... " It wasn't unusual to see the astro-mech plugged into the computer, but Soobie was vaguely uncomfortable. She clasped her bicep still bandaged and shrugged. "I'm on the clock for ... till Lord Vader says otherwise, that's part of the terms of my employment, Your Majesty." "Ahhh , so I see!” Sabe could see the aide shifting from one foot to the other. “What size shoe?” “Uh… beg pardon, Your Majesty,” said Soobie caught completely off guard and still regarding the R-2 unit. “What size shoe do you wear?” repeated Sabe. “Shoe? Oh… er…” Soobie stammered before finally remembering and relaying to the Queen now totally confused. “Very good,” said Sabe noting to herself that she would ask for a pair of flat boots in that size to be brought for the aide. Then relenting, as Soobie could do little about it if she objected, Sabe said, “There’s no need to be alarmed Ms. Soobie. R2 is working on something for me. I do not know how long Lord Vader will be out of commission and there may be information I need to know in his computer. For example, how many ships are returning to Coruscant from the USF fleets and how they are coordinated; If I may have to worry about an air war above us; Who may I count as being loyal to him or to other factors?" "I'd like to know the exact circumstances of the emperor's demise. Lord Vader was unwell and could not tell me. I'm sure there is an investigation going on and he is being kept informed. I want those reports. I want some oversight. Who knows if left to it, some might not seek this opportunity to thwart the investigation. There’s far too much going on, particularly with this Union." "If I am to 'captain the ship' as the expression goes, I have to be privy to information, so I may steer the ship upon the proper course and not upon the rocks or into the hands of pirates." Soobie sighed and then exhaled hard. "You will not be alone, Majesty. The network of those working on behalf of the Emperor is extensive. Admiral Colton is monitoring the military status reports and is apprised of the resources. He will speak with you. He's got to know by now what is transpiring and Grand Admiral Teshik is presently in charge of Zero sector. His fleet, Azure Hammer are patrolling right now, as you saw." "And the others? It is too quiet, Ms Soobie! I need support we can count on,” said Sabe resolutely and coming to some conclusions. “You say that this Vos is very highly placed?” “Yes, Your Majesty,” said Soobie, still nervous about the computer. “You are still working on those lists?” “Yes, Your Majesty,” said Soobie. “And I have a call into the Senate Guards control, to Captain Paulus concerning securing the Senate and evacuating the surrounding towers. I’ll have him call in, as you asked.” “Good and never mind raising the Naboo Embassy. I’ll talk with them myself,” said Sabe finally feeling she had a handle on things. "Yes, Majesty," said Soobie. "Shall I go continue then? I’m nearly finished!" “Yes and thank you Ms Soobie. I have placed much on your shoulders." "Yes, I mean ... NO... Yes, Majesty," said Soobie muttering to herself. "I shall inform Lord Vader of your services and you are deserving of a very large wage increase…and Ms Soobie, do you know how to fire a blaster?" Sabe took another drink. "Sort of," Soobie said, knowing full well she was trained, but not particularly relishing the idea. “Outside of the training range, I’ve never had to use one.” "Find one and arm yourself." "Yes, Majesty,"... "Hopefully it will not be needed." "Hopefully, Majesty," ... "Thank you, Ms Soobie." Soobie decided not to answer but just to nod and again turned to the door and let herself out. *** “They’re coming up now, Ms. Soobie,” said the young male aide who’d intercepted her earlier. He found Soobie, leaning back against the closed doors of Lord Vader’s office, her eyes closed and the little blond exhaling slowly. Her light blue eyes opened wide. “Already!! Emperor’s knickers!” she exclaimed and then decided that epithet no longer worked. “I mean, which lift bank?” “The one out front!” he said quickly and pointing to the large transparasteel doors in the foyer. “They were just reported entering from the last check point on floor 30!” “Go… no… alright, you called the Blue Guard - get Captain Paulus and tell him to report to the office of the Executor. I’ll see to this,” said Soobie looking over her shoulders to the doors through which she’d just come and then out past the foyer to the lift bank. Straightening her little hip belt she inhaled and traveled briskly to the foyer and out into the corridor. TAG: Sabe, Vos, Han, Captain Paulus, etc. -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/26 2:21pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: pashatemur, MaidofOrleans, that was a very nice post. Well planned, written, and a good read. Ominous, I liked your Uvye post too. -----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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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/26 3:03pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Sith-I-5 posted: OOC: pashatemur, MaidofOrleans, that was a very nice post. Well planned, written, and a good read. Ominous, I liked your Uvye post too. Short and sweet, especially when work is kicking my rear. -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. the real purpose of language is no longer to convey meaning - it is to obscure meaning
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/26 4:07pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Colonel Juru Uvye Location: Hyperspace Juru walked back through the long corridor to his guest quarters about the ship. Many of the naval crewmembers coming towards him stepped aside, stopped and stood at attention as he passed them. His off-white uniform and imposing demeanor was easy to spot aboard the ship. Juru approached his door and looked back down the passageway. Many of the Imperial naval types still continued to hold their at-attention positions, waiting for him to disappear inside. The door closed with a whoosh behind him, triggering the illuminators to brighten the dark room. He immediately went to his locker and pulled out his combat uniform. Upon removing his uniform, he turned and looked at his bare back in the mirror. The black inserts were clearly visible between his shoulder blades. There were four inserts that snaked directly into his spinal column, each one with a different purpose. He specifically asked for the beta-version when it was first created. “Are you sure about this Colonel? We are not 100% sure that they will work properly. The procedure itself could cripple you.” The Imperial surgeon and lead researcher told Juru. “Anything to give me an edge in my job is worth the risk, doctor.” Juru was deadpan serious. The surgeon sighed deeply. He was sure that the Colonel had a screw loose somewhere but he did need a test subject and he was hoping for a lowly trooper not a full-bird Colonel. “Very well sir.” He gestured to the table in his office. “Please lay on your stomach. I will start with the local anesthesia first.” Now, after two years, the inserts were still working. The first one shot a stimulant into his nervous system allowing him to remain awake for days. The second and third were anesthesia inserts. It would deploy when the nocioreceptors fired off frantic signals to his parietal lobe. The third one was special and a request of his. It contained highly potent anabolics which could increase his strength and rage. He slipped his combat shirt on over his shoulders and muscular frame. A special pad was placed over the inserts to protect them from direct blunt force but there was always a danger. One his cargo pants were secured along with his combat boots, he strapped on his webbing and electronics equipment. From his goggles he could get up-to-the-minute read outs on the mission via the ship’s net, his team’s vital stats and a read out of the terrain again via the ship’s network. His equipment and team were highly modified from the regular army. His men were trained in counterinsurgency, espionage, snatch and bag missions and plain old assassinations. They were deadly shadows. Locked and loaded he left his quarters and walked to his team room. The men were already geared up for the mission as though they could read their commander’s mind. He looked at their dark faces, “It is time.” One by one they walked out into the corridor, Juru in the lead. His men were very much like him, tall, powerful-looking and fearsome behind their masks. Many crewmembers moved against the wall to give the team a clear path to the lift. In some cases a look of fear swept across some faces, others were in awe. The ride down to the hangar bay where the LAAT was waiting for them was brief. Once in front of the transport, the team went quickly to work without a word said between them. It seemed as though they were one collective mine. Then again, the earpiece built inside the helmet and snuggly molded to the inner-ear of each soldier allowed them to whisper but sound as though they were speaking at a normal level. Only they could hear each other within the helmets. Juru walked back over to Major Bayliss and stood in front of the man. “We will be prepped within 30 minutes, is this sufficient for you?” TAG: Major Bayliss -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. the real purpose of language is no longer to convey meaning - it is to obscure meaning
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The-Magicians-Master Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 5/27 5:59am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	GM Approved OOC: Thank you senora Pash for your assistance and thank you my wife for your cameo. TMM Name: Homicide Detective. Kol Phoenix --Age: 44 ---Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: Dark Hazel ------Hair Color and Style: Dark with streaks of grey hair -------Skin Complexion: Toned --------Clothing: Various professional suits ---------Physique: Strong build ----------Personality: Suave, Intelligent, Street smart, humorous with colleagues. -----------Quirks: Has a hidden confidence, keeps in shape by running in the mornings. ------------Force Sensitive: No Personal Ship -Name: Zorro --Class: Herald-Class Shuttle ---Exterior Description: Black exterior -----Weapon Systems: Two Turbolasers ------Crew Compliment: 2 -------Hyperspace Capability: Yes --------Misc. Specs.: The inner workings have been retro-fitted and everything internally have been upgraded to maximum limit with modifications well within the legal limits. Biography -Brief History: Kol studied at Neo College in the field of law enforcement for seven years and earned his degree in Criminal Justice with top honours. Shortly afterwards, he joined 6th Precinct - Coruscant Municipal Police as a newly minted Police Officer while he was still studying at Uni. It was good pay for a student. He advanced in a short amount of time obtaining his Master's degree and was ready to pursue his dream of becoming a Homicide Detective. He joined Coruscant Police Academy and once there, he bucked for a position with the lively and prestigious Senate District in his early years to build his experience and rise through the ranks. He learned a great deal in his first years from police procedures and law enforcement tactics moving quickly toward his goal of becoming a Homicide Detective. Three years later in uniform as a cadet officer, he was promoted to Detective, a position just short of the Homicide Division. Homicide handled the more complex cases, serial murders, cold cases, homicides related to crime syndicates or those with politically sensitive witnesses or victims. He’d need to acquire important skills in investigation before he could advance. Kol, after a few more years of being a Detective, collaring and chasing down impassioned spouses and drug addled perps, working overtime, putting in extra effort where other Detectives slacked off managed to overcome his superiors’ disdain for his seeming insubordinate attitude – they could never really pin him for it. Though they tried to find a reason not to do so, Kol was promoted to Homicide by dent of his hard efforts and persistence. For 27 years, Kol has worked steadily, reasonably content with his bachelor estate – a warm meal and bed when he chose and a warm seat in his office at the 6th Precinct - Coruscant Municipal Police. He was the only Coruscanti Homicide Detective to be given the title and rank of Intergalactic Homicide Detective, having cracked the infamous and grizzly Zodiac Killer case. The Zodiac Killer was a serial killer who stalked victims along parts of the Perlemian Trade Route. Through a series of cryptic letters he sent to the press and others, he disclosed his insanity which motivated the killings, offered clues to future murder plots and adopted the name Zodiac. Claiming responsibility for 37 victims, he managed to elude capture. Investigators confirmed that seven people were attacked by the Zodiac, five of which died, all ISB agents.The case spanned several planets from Coruscant, Corulag, Chandrila, Brentaal, Esseles, to Rhinnal and Ralltiir, all along the Perlemian Trade Route. Solving this case earned Kol the rank which earned him the begrudging respect from ISB. If not de jure, the Galaxy was Kol’s jurisdiction, de facto, which has led him to many places to further his investigative skills by learning from other cultures. For the last few years Kol has been keeping an extreme low profile down in Homicide working on particularly puzzling cold case. His office door, usually left open, has remained closed more often than not in the last four years, only glimpses in the morning as he arrived for work, but he was always the last to leave at the end of the day. For four years he’s wrapped up his cases coldly, hunting relentlessly and assembling evidence with a drive that bordered on obsession, all to closet himself away, obsessed and withdrawn, taking liquid protein dinners at the too bright diner just off “Palpatine’s Knot.” Because of this, his colleagues have taken to calling the his office, "The Maw." ---Traumatic Experiences: Lies in Case File 1999200200509 - Unsolved Case File. IC: Homicide Detective. Kol Phoenix Coruscant - 6th Precinct - Coruscant Municipal Police - Homicide Division - Head Office - "The Maw" The dying rays of the sun setting as the sound of notes of music dying on the air that was the office of Homicide Detective Kol Phoenix. The door to the nicknamed office now known as the "Maw" hasn't seen the light of day for almost four years. There's been more rumours than fact as to why that is the case but no one has ever questioned it and it has been like that since. Until now. Everyone was still bustling as today was the most busiest day for the 6th Precinct. Today the unthinkable happened and it was a controlled-chaos as investigators, officers, reporters, various members of the media were concentrated on the aftermath that was the terrorist attacks upon the Senate building. But for Homicide it was not as busy for them as the attacks are being taken care of from ISB and various private sectors on the ones responsible for the shameful attacks. And of course HNN's reward which everyone knows here in the Precinct would never come to fruition. There was a wall plaque attached to the Detective's door beneath his name, which he planted to serve new recruits that want to have a career in being a detective. A little piece of advice or those wanting some inspiration. ‘When you investigate a murder, it’s like you’re looking through a piece of cloth. And you come upon this red thread – that’s something that you think will be an avenue of investigation. ‘So, you very gently follow that red thread. You keep following that red thread wherever it may go. It almost never goes in a straight line. It goes around, back, and loops in on itself; it crosses, stops and goes, and meanders along. Sometimes it’s a big, wide red thread. Sometimes it’s a tiny little thread. Sometimes it gets bigger. Sometimes it gets smaller. Sometimes the red thread just... stops. But then you start looking for the end of the thread again. ‘You have to follow where the red thread takes you. Always being careful not to put too much pressure on it, or it’ll just break. ‘I tell new detectives: “Follow the red thread, wherever it takes you. But be careful.’ - Sgt. Kol Phoenix Commander, Cold Case Squad, 6th Precinct - Coruscant. The comm-chimed on Kol's half lit desk, the light reflecting from his pupils which glinted as his gaze homed on the chime and activated it. "What is it?" His voice deep almost mechanical from disuse. "The coffee cup that you brought in a month ago, we have compared the DNA to the DNA profile from the Xana case, its been determined it is indeed a match between the two evidence samples." The voice of the Criminalist said. Kol's breath paused. He had his man, the 35 year-old case which was re-opened four years ago as a witness from the case came forth with new information which Kol re-opening the Cold Case and began to sift through the case. All of a sudden, Kol laughed out loud in his darkened office as he leaned back into his chair, he screamed his joy at the triumph of finally bringing this age old cold case to a complete close. "Thank you, so much old friend. You have no idea how happy I am." He said to the comm-speaker phone. "Anytime Kol." The voice clicked off as Kol spun around on his chair. Outside the office there was utter silence as the sounds of the laughter finally registered to everyone who was near the office. A few muttering whispers. "Did you hear that?" "I thought that office was just a museum relic or something. I didn't know you had live animals in there?" "Not that i know of." Were the mutterings going on about. Then the door creaked opened slowly and everyone held their breaths as one of the officer's was pouring a cup of coffee and was lost in the commotion was now the cup was over pouring out onto the floor with mouth agape. Then the door was fully wide open as the dark office materialized a form standing there as he took his first step out into the Homicide Divisional office as the light casted off onto his pupils which he reacted by covering his eyes to adjust the bright light once again. It took a moment for him to adjust his eyes and saw everyone, some old faces, some new and some parts of the media and he looked towards his former cold case squad members and a slow grin formed on his now bearded face which gave him a heavy look. "We have him." He simply said and there was an eruption of cheers from his former-cold case squad. ~~~~~~~ One month prior - Hell' s Kitchen - Late Evening "Look we have two options now, due to Kaster's lack of prison record and the D.A's refusal to let us do our own search warrant. We could either ask Kaster for a DNA sample or we could trick him into leaving one for us." Detective Vasquez said to Kol opposite her as she took a sip of her Kuati Lotus wine. "The legal ruse, that's our best bet Vasquez." Kol said as he contemplated the operation as he rubbed his beard wistfully. Vasquez nodded in acknowledgment. "We don't want to spook him because it might cause him to flee again and vanish from the grid." "We need to recruit someone for this operation to ensure its success, we could use one of the new officers?" The brunette Detective suggested to Phoenix. "No. Too wet behind the ears. I'll recruit a friend of mine and she will do her part more convincingly than anyone trained by us." He said quietly. "Okay when do you want to do this, Kol?" She asked taking another sip to wet her already dry lips. "Tomorrow, I'll go visit my friend tonight and explain the situation to her." He said as he pushed himself to stand. "Let's get this done, Detective." He affirmed to her. "You think this friend of yours can pull this off on short notice, Kol?" She asked with one eye-brow raised. Kol's face was soft and smiled to her. "A very wise detective said to me once. Do it right the first time. You only get one chance. Once things have been moved, once things have been changed, once you lose that little window of opportunity, it’s gone forever." Kol said and grabbed his jacket as he made his way out of the Kuati level of the restaurant. ****** Shortly after - 500 Republica - Room 587A There was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" The soft voice sounded from behind the door. "Immigration." He said hiding his chuckle. There was a momentary silence before the door opened up. "Kol! I knew it." the short blond haired woman gave the taller man a soft punch on his arm. "May I come in, I know the hour is irregular but I had to see you." Kol said kindly. "Of course, of course. You are one of my dearest friends Kol, you are welcomed at anytime." She indicated to come in as he did and looked about. "This place hasn't changed since the last I visited." He briefly commented. She smiled at his observation. "Astute as always. Some things never change." She said as she wrapped her robemore tightly as there was a slight chill that seeped through the door that she closed behind her. "For the better, I hope." He added to her friendly compliment. She just chuckled as she sat on the lounge as he took a chair opposite her to the right of his friend. "So what brings you at this very late hour, Kol." She asked hugging herself. "Remember that favour you said you'll keep for me, well that time has come and its tomorrow at noon." He said to her. Her blue gaze took a serious tone and she nodded. "No need to explain anything further. I'll get one of the workers from work to look over the children for tomorrow for me." She said seriously to her best friend. "Thank you, it won't take long no more than an hour." He said as he stood to ready himself to leave. "A friend in need is a friend indeed, Kol. It would be my pleasure to help you, so thank you." She stood too and walked to him and stood looking up to his gaze as she clasped her hands onto his. "Hell's Kitchen, be there early and I'll give you the full details as to what I need you to do for me." He reassured her hands with a squeeze as he let go and turned to leave. "Kol?" She said softly. "Yes?" He said with a slight 45 degree turn to his left not looking directly back to her. "The beard looks chubby on you." She hinted with a chuckle. "When this is over, I'll be a twenty year old again." He said with a smirk as he let himself out and closed the door behind..... ~~~~~~~ Scientific Investigation Division(SID) - 6th Precinct "What is the best material to preserve DNA?" Detective Vasquez consulted with the scientist. "A hard plastic cup works best, but a plastic foam cup, such as one made from Styrofoam, also worked well." The criminalist answered Vasquez. "Thank you." She said as she walked out of the lab as she brought her com-link which was left open. "Did you get that, Kol?" "Yes. I'm working on it. I'll see you shortly." She put the com-link in her swaying long leather jacket as she left the precinct building. ~~~~~~~ Hell's Kitchen that following day. The plan was simple, set up a situation in a public place in which Kaster voluntraily leaves his DNA sample behind. Kol's friend was at the table with Kaster. "I have been investigating a speeder theft ring near CoCo town. I was wondering if you noticed anything suspicious in the area since you own property in the area, Mr.Kaster?" The middle aged man surprised by the question. "I thought you were here about some murders that happened 30 years ago in the Senate District," Kaster said. Covering up her internal surprise. Kol's friend asked for Kaster's help with her investigation on the speeder-thefts. "I wasn't even born during those murders, I'm just here for the theft-ring that is going on currently in your town, sir." She re-affirmed her cover-story to him. Kaster was satisfied with her answer. Soon after as 45 minutes passed in their meeting. "Would you like to visit my home and see my collection of speeders, Miss.Armchair?" "I would love too, Mr.Kaster." She said as she casted a quick glance to a man watching the wall monitors of the news as they both got up and left to leave. Leaving behind his coffee on the table as the man watching the news suddenly turned and got up and was by the table. He picked up the coffee and brought his com-link to the fore. "We have it, Detective." He said as he glanced at it. ****** Present Day - Coruscant Somewhere in CoCo Town John Kaster was arrested for the murder of Joanna Xana, 35 years ago and is being brought in for questioning to the 6th Precinct, Coruscant Municipal Police office by Homicide Detective Kol Phoenix. To be continued......
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/27 10:51am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Ic Jon Matrix Location The Basement, Yavin base After the small group had finished with greeting each other, they seemingly fell into an awkward silence. No one knowing quite were to look or what to say. Then almost on cue the doors of the Basement slid open and in strode Mon Mothma, Admiral Ackbar and General Dodonna, again greetings were expressed but there was one thing that Mon Mothma said that caught Jon attention. “Pardon our tardiness but we were busy discussing the finds from the Naboo dossier,” stated Mon Mothma, affably with a serene smile. The Naboo dossier? What the hell was that? Jon then made a mental note that he would get Biggs to fill him in on the details of the mission he had just returned from. And then with his normal no fuss approach Ackbar requested that the meeting be a closed one, with that the guards left the room and now all that was left was the high command. With that each person present took there seats around the huge circular table, Torian was clearly sat at the head of the table and was flanked on either side by Dodonna and Ackbar, Matrix mean while was sat roughly in the middle with Biggs on his left side and on his right Mon Mothma. “Hi” Jon said sheepishly. Then besides Biggs was the Jedi master and General Yueh completing the circle. After a few moments everyone composed themselves and the meeting began. Jon reached over to the middle of the table and pulled a jug of water and a glass towards him and as Torian rose from his seat Matrix poured himself a drink. As Torian began to walk around and talk about the reported death of the Emperor Jon sat back and drank from his ice cold water. “From what I have read and learned in the intelligence briefings, the highest ranking officers including the Grand Moffs are none too pleased that Vader is the supreme commander.” He stopped, crossed his arms and put his chin down into his chest. For what he was about to say would certainly raise even more concerns and questions. “It is my belief that the Moffs will attempt a coup on Vader and kill him.” Jon nodded his agreement of there leader assessment of the current situation, as it was pretty much what he himself had been thinking. He continued around the table, stopping behind his wife. “This complicates things possibly for some here but not everyone.” Jon began to relax as Torian and General Yuch bickered amongst themselves but what the old man said almost caused him to choke on his drink. He looked around the room before continuing. “Before I brief you on the strategy that Commander Matrix has worked up for us in his spare time, I would like to hear from you all.” Jon's face turned slightly red as he finished his coughing fit, Torian had just dropped him in the bantha podo big time. This 'strategy' that was being spoke of, had been nothing more than than ideas spit balled between himself and the old man. Taking another drink of his water and composed himself for his moment in the spot light, of course before he could inform the high council of his “plans” there Jedi advisor master Mi-to would speak before him. Looking over towards Emi-to Jon could not help but notice that the Jedi was seemingly a million miles away, there was a brief lull before she spoke. Matrix could not help but notice that the normally ice cool Emi-to, to his untrained eye anyway, seemed a little flustered. Jon was also a little surprised that Torian was advising caution, it was of course the correct move but the old Torian would have been the first one calling for blood and demanding that the Alliance take full advantage of the situation. In Jon's eyes it was a sign that the old fella was growing into his role as and becoming a great leader, now more so than ever Matrix was sure they had the right guy in charge of the group of freedom fighters. With Emi-to all but confirming reports of Palpatines death she asked a question, did they know how it happened. It was General Yuch who answered her question “Our early Intel reports say that Palpatine was in fact killed on Kalle's surface” Yuch then looked around the faces of everyone gathered “there are also unconfirmed reports that he was killed leading troops into battle, we are still awaiting confirmation on these reports of course” The suddenly all eyes started to drift towards Jon. Guess its my turn he thought to himself , oh well here goes nothing! Taking a deep breath Matrix rose from his seat and began. “There are a few things that we can all clearly agree on” Matrix said his voice clean and crisp “that even with the Empire in disarray over the death of its leader, we are in shape to launch a full scale assault on our enemies” “That's absurd!” Yuch butted in, once again he slammed fist on the table to try and drive his point home “They are there for the taking!” “That's the thing General, they clearly aren't!” Jon said meeting Yuch's steely gaze with his own “We are out gunned and out numbered by the Imperial fleet to such an extent at this moment to launch a full blown attack would nothing more than suicide” “So you and General Darkeyes suggest that we should sit back and not take advantage of such a golden opportunity and let the Empire regroup?” As much Yuch butting in and disturbing his flow, Jon couldn't help but admire the man's passion for destroying the Empire. “No General, I do not suggest anything of the sort” Jon said surprising himself how calm he felt, public speak had never been on of his strong points “What I suggesting is that we take full advantage of the situation but with a more subtle approach then attacking Courscant” Matrix could see that everyone was now keenly awaiting his explanation. “What I have in mind a series of raids on Imperial supply lines and bases” Jon looked around the room around and could clearly see the look of approval for his idea “Though this we kill tow birds with one stone, we disrupt there trade routes and we also build up our own supplies” Matrix was now starting to feel comfortable, comfortable enough to elaborate on his scheme. “With the blessing of the high command, I would like to put together a special black ops strike team” Jon said “A small group that would lead the strikes on the Imperials, first this group would provide re con on the targets then the would lead the attacks” Jon felt like a weight had been lifted, one that he never knew even existed. The Commander felt a strange sense of relief that he had finally been able to get the ideas that had been floating round in his mind out in the open. It was a very liberating experience. Now all that was left was to get the room's blessing. Tag all those in the room -----signature----- Leader of the Jtc Pilot in the rebel alliance, Red 5 reporting in Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy at war Luke Skywalker the son of the Suns "None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am" - Luke Skywalker
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/27 1:41pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/27 1:45pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Devon Robie, Angeo Lim, Mitch Nifesta, Darth Unlucky, Haven, SGIS Base Ship, respectively. Locations: Ylix, outside Pantolomin, undisclosed Lim stared at the washed out three-dee image of the supine twi’lek. “You were at Coruscant? Explain.” The twi’lek took a deep breath. “There was a hit on board Haven, which we traced to the head of Black Sun-” “Prince Xizor.” Lim interrupted. “-so we came over, intending to show him that payback is a Bith, when there was some kind of disturbance in the Force that knocked Master Yoda and myself unconscious, but left the kids alone.” “That happened here too.” Robie put in quickly. “Is everybody okay?” Bare arms crossed in front of her, Lim allowed the interplay to continue without interruption; this was all information that she was learning, one thing that her agents had in common being the complete inability to call and say ‘hi’. “Yeah, no long term effects. About four masters and knights out for the count, all apart from Master C’Boath for some strange reason.” The synthdroid stepped in. “This conference is, of course, security encrypted, but perhaps we could minimise the use of names and locations?” “Yes, sorry. Of course.” “Proceed, Agent Nifesta.” Beyond the semi-transparent holo-images, an expansive rectangle of transparisteel gave a view out the front of the bridge to the pink-tinged starfield at the edge of the nebulae which normally concealed the Base Ship. A pair of light-brown old-style Vulture droid starfighters floated by in a standard patrol formation, their side weapons’ pods sealed in non-combat mode to protect the delicate laser emitters from micro-matter damage. “By time we awoke, the children had managed to park us inside the HNN skyhook, and during the course of trying to extract ourselves, we attracted a lot of attention from local law enforcement and were forced to defend ourselves. That would be the two Order 66’s reported there.” “What about the attack on the Galactic Senate?” Devon interrupted, regarding what Master Whie had told him about moments before. “Was that you?” Lim watched Mitch’s horizontal face convey mild puzzlement. “Master Yoda sensed CHAS’ presence on Coruscant, so I immediately executed an SGIS Extra-Judicial Hit on him.” One of the twi’lek’s shoulders momentarily came into shot as he shrugged. “If someone hit the Senate, it wasn’t us.” Lim nodded, silently watching the agent. She knew, via the original Lim’s memories, that the Extraordinary Powered Entity that was Mitch Nifesta, had primarily been recruited to combat dark jedi and their ilk, for which the rank-and-file agents had been ill prepared. There might not be any records attesting to the order, but the hit on Vader, she was satisfied that the agent believed it to have been sanctioned. “CHAS.” Johmer echoed uncertainly. “That’s vader, right? He was at the Senate, Agent.” Johmer advised. “Declaring himself Emperor.” “Impossible; Yoda placed him inside the Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction tower, and I smashed that place with three concussion missiles from point blank range. If CHAS declared himself Emperor, it must have been from a skip.” The agent glared out of the image. “That takes care of two of your six-six reports; the third one?” “Pantolomin. Station P reports that a ship corresponding to one of the Corusant incidents has arrived in-system, and that the Imperial Navy is closing in.” “Yeah, that’s us again. And we’ll be going in to get her as soon as I am finished here. I’m not lying under my cloaking generator for my health.” “That’s a bit extreme, isn’t it?” Devon queried. Doesn’t your cabin door have a lock?” There was a pause, then, “Okay. I’m fixing our cloaking device. What are you talking about.” “Never mind. It’s a rodian thing. So what happened to your cloak?” Devon continued solicitously. “Got pounded by a Venator before we could free ourselves. The Empire may be using the girl as bait to get the rest of us, and only with the cloak intact can we hope to pull her out from under their noses.” “Sounds like you had a complete burnout. As soon as we finish this, I will get back to my ship and send you instructions on what to do. Lim, keep us informed on the Naboo situation, especially if you get an ident on the Code J who is in danger there. We are going to call a meeting of the masters, and see if we can hammer out a process, going forwards. Haven out.” Lim watched as the second holo-image, of the human and the rodian, shrank out of sight. “And then there were two.” Nifesta pointed out, helpfully. Tag: no-one -----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: 5/27 2:08pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/27 2:34pm (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Emi-to Shuri LOCATION: the Alliance High Command meeting, base, Yavin IV Many met their death on Kalee, many, mused the Master. Emi was about to continue after Yueh answered her question, but the command were interested in Matrix’ initial plans. Jon had not crafted a battle plan per se, but a strategy. The nervous energy in the room rose considerably as everyone felt that now they might actually take action and make some inroads against the Empire. Matrix was clearly surprised by his own aplomb and Emi smiled inwardly, but there was frankly more here than forming a special ops and setting out to disrupt and pirate weapons and supplies! There was much to recommend the development of a sound methodical course of incisive strikes to Imperial supply lines and Emi looked up to Torian, however, there a number of consideration and she knew Torian had more on his mind than Matrix had understood. “General, if I may, we should acquire more field intelligence. There are a number of considerations and variables to address. I might suggest these lines of intel be secured and widened to gain a clearer picture. The expositional ramifications of organized attacks can provide the Imperial intelligence a means to grasp more concerning our bases and operations. We don’t know the supply schedules, the protocols of escorts. We need access to cargo legends and laden. We cannot simply hit whatever comes along! And what about the stability of the Imperial Government? Do we have an operative on Coruscant,” Emi said wondering about Senator Organa and still the circumstances surrounding Palpatine’s death, it bothered her. “Our actions might best be informed by that information. No sense exposing our scarce resources when our efforts are not tactically efficient and … there is more at stake than meets the eye.” She again glanced to Torian. TAG: Torian, Matrix, Dodonna, Yueh, Mon Mothma, Ackbar, and Biggs -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 5/27 3:13pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian Location: Deep within the Great Temple on Yavin IV “General, if I may, we should ascertain more field intelligence. There are a number of considerations and variables to address. I might suggest these lines of intel be secured and widened to gain a clearer picture. The expositional ramifications of organized attacks can provide the Imperial intelligence a means to grasp more concerning our bases and operations. We don’t know the supply schedules, the protocols of escorts. We need access to cargo legends and laden. We cannot simply hit whatever comes along! And what about the stability of the Imperial Government? Do we have an operative on Coruscant,” Emi said wondering about Senator Organa and still the circumstances surrounding Palpatine’s death, it bothered her. “Our actions might best be informed by that information. No sense exposing our scarce resources when our efforts are not tactically efficient and … there is more at stake than meets the eye.” She again glanced to Torian. He put his chin to his chest again and absorbed his wife’s advice. Operations required intelligence, good intelligence. Organic intel was always the best. It was true they should collect cargo legends, supply schedules, security, and supply routes. “I agree with the Jedi Master. We need more information before we run out and attack anyone. So far we have been more reactionary in nature. Now with the Empire in disarray, if that is the correct word, we should be more methodical.” He turned to General Yueh, “Of course nothing would give me more pleasure than to fly into the center of the Galaxy and kill them all.” General Yueh smiled at comment from the Supreme Commander. He continued to look at the General, but changed his demeanor and tone. “The information gathered by our intelligence net will shape our military operations. I will not send our troops out to fight blindly and waste resources. Aside from that, our soldiers are well-trained and ready to cut their teeth under my command when the time comes.” He walked around the table. It seemed to help him craft his next words. “As for complications…some of you are already aware of this but Vader had a son with Padme Amidala. He is safely hidden from his father for now.” He continued to pace. “I know some things about the Jedi and one of those is destiny. The strongly believe in it and it is something I will not interfere with either.” He stopped again to face the hawkish General, “I believe the Moffs are more powerful and have more resources at their fingertips to overthrow Vader, if indeed the Emperor is dead. The Moffs will stop at nothing to get rid of him.” General Yueh shifted in his seat and listened. “We strike at weakness and avoid their strengths. If the Moffs concentrate their firepower on Coruscant then Vader must do the same.” He walked back over to his chair and sat down. He continued, “As for now we need good intel. We need to contact Organa on Coruscant and find out what is really happening there now.” He turned to MonMothma, “Can you make that happen?” TAG: MonMothma, Emi-to, Ackbar, Matrix, Biggs and others -----signature----- Proud member of the JTC Silence is Golden, Duct tape is Silver! Those who live by the lightsaber get shot by those who don't. the real purpose of language is no longer to convey meaning - it is to obscure meaning
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