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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/9 6:05am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Master Yoda, Padawans Roland and Fenlaka Zula, the Darth Unlucky. Location: Outside the Pantolomin star system Overdue, Mitch was. Strapped into the co-pilot’s seat on the Republic-class cruiser’s bridge, with Master Whie’s padawan seated behind him, Yoda began to gradually become aware that something was not right. Something apart from being an unwitting accomplice to the destruction of the Imperial Senate building. One claw clicked the lock on the safety webbing pinning him to the much taller chair, and the master looked slowly round, eyelids slitted as he sought to sense what was wrong. Mitch had called up from the engine room, saying the cloaking device was fixed, and that they were ready to go after Padawan Irisa. That had been ten minutes ago. The Twi’lek special agent should have been up here eight to nine minutes ago. He could really shift when he wanted to. “Ceased emoting he has.” Yoda realised aloud. “Master?” Roland leaned sideways in his chair behind Yoda’s so that he could glimpse the elfin grandmaster. “Padawan,” Yoda clipped. “take the controls you will. Airlocks and egress points, you will lock down all to only operate from the bridge, and a deck by deck scan you will run.” “Yes, Master.” The twenty-something jedi student, did not know what was going on, as he so often did not since accompanying Master Yoda on this mission, but he knew how to follow orders. He left his chair and sat again in the pilots’ chair to the right of Yoda’s, and quickly started tapping commands into the keypads that operated the 150-metre Consular-class vessel. The teacher and this charismatic, well, more headstrong than charismatic, twi’lek, operated on a level of shared awareness above that of a mere padawan. It was exciting, and dangerous. Yoda was worried. He knew without a doubt that his friend, he unconsciously dropped the ‘former’ and ‘ex-‘ prefixes that he had been using since Coruscant, had found out about the Senate Building incident. Fen, is Agent Nifesta with you? He broadcast to the boy. No, Master. The twelve-year old’s padawan’s thoughts came back loud and clear. Full of childhood innocence. Mitch had done a wonderful job in bringing the lad back from the pit of depression he had been in after losing two masters. Find your father. Stay with him, and call me. Um, I’m not supposed to leave my cabin for another, uh, thirty-one minutes. New guideline: after waking, I’m supposed to have ‘play with my toys’ time for two standard timeparts. The boy deserved to know what was going on, but Yoda did not have to put the situation into spoken words. He allowed his recollection of the lone missile sailing off towards the Senate District, along with Nifesta’s intention to kill the Chosen One and lastly, the jedi master’s concern, to travel down the telepathic link: He needs you, Fen. Tag: 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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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/10 3:59am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	~OOC~ Another notice to say that all of the art in this post was created by myself. As a courtesy, please do not use or alter it without permission from myself. Thank you and enjoy. ~IC~ Captain Dorja Location: Relentless TAG No one -----signature----- "Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waiting for?" "You take on One.You take on All" "Creation is an act of sheer will and next time it will be flawless"
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 6/10 10:29am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian Location: Yavin IV He listened intently to his wife speak of the seriousness of the current situation in the Jedi ranks and that of Vader’s son. When she had finished speaking and before MonMothma could answer her question he spoke up. “Again I must stress the sensitive nature of this information and that it not leave this room. Any breach and I will personally bury you in the jungles surrounding the base.” He continued, “Time is of the essence. Let’s get some ears and eyes on the ground inside the Imperial City. As for future operations…” The yeoman entered the conference room, walked directly to the General’s seat and handed him a datapad. Whispering so as Torian could only hear him, he stood up and walked back out of the conference room. With the new information in his hands, he changed his tone. “Something has come to my attention that all of you should know. It seems that a recon team on the planet Khommite as discovered some evidence of possible Imperial action.” He plugged the datapad into the console on the table, bringing the information up for everyone to see. “It seems they found extracurricular cloning on Khommite. A data file with the name NABOOSEN has been downloaded from the cloning lab. They found evidence of previous experimentations which I will not show here due to their graphic nature.” The acid in his stomach threaten to come up into his throat as he thought of the images he saw in the datapad. “This will have to be acted on sooner than later. It seems that someone is trying to clone the Emperor.” TAG: Everyone in the room -----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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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/10 2:49pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Admiral Thaw, Imperial Star Destroyer, Whose Your Daddy. Location: Close to the Arrissa asteroid field Thaw was on the bridge as soon as the three star destroyers jumped in around the Daddy. “Admiral, we are being hailed.” One of the grey-coveralled operators called up from the crew pit. Thaw did not answer just yet, or even look out the wraparound ports at any of the warships that he would have line-of-sight on. His attention was on the wall of floating rocks and spinning boulders, into which his jedi quarry had been taken. His crew continued reporting nevertheless, another identifying the ships for him. "Sir, telesponder confirms the ships as three of the five that were in planetary interface over Naboo: Stormhawk, Judicator and Chimaera.” “Have we heard from Lieutenant Stobbs?” The admiral enquired without looking, arms crossed in front of him. He was referring to his aide and confidante, whom he had despatched into the asteroids with a platoon of spacetroopers, aboard the Gamma-class shuttle, Unidade Bravo. “They traced the shuttle and those TIEs to a large asteroid several klicks into the field. The lieutenant was preparing to deploy his troopers.” Thaw knew that he was out-numbered, three to one, and that his ship was almost trapped between the newcomers and the field, and that would be a problem if escape were his first aim. As it was, he felt the capture of the jedi, and a probable lead to the whereabouts of the Charlotte’s Web to be tantalisingly close. “We have to buy time for Unidade Bravo. Move the ‘alert’ fighters to cover their route into the asteroid field.” “Yes, Admiral.” Thaw raised an eyebrow as he finally contemplated the SD off his vessel’s bow. “Signal our reserves; advise them of our situation. Tactical, drop shields.” “Sir?!” “They will not fire upon an unshielded sister vessel.” The Admiral prophesied, watching the three squads of dagger-finned interceptors that had been deployed to track down what was spying on them, move out of their spiral formation, and towards the shifting, but still noticeable, path that had been blasted into the asteroid field. Tag: Grand Admiral Thrawn -----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: 6/11 11:22am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/11 12:22pm (8 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Inquisitor Nelf / Yavinelf, Corporal Stefe Billings (Blue Guardsman), Senate landing areas. Location: Coruscant Leaving the shuttle, Stealf, in the normal, cliff-face parking bays, the Inquisitor refused to wait for the arranged Blue Guard escort, and strode on through the short corridors that eventually fed into the grounds around the Senate itself. The crimson-shelled G.C.P.D. officers, were around him in triangle formation, with Detective Lockley walking point, her R-88 Suppressor riot rifle held at port arms. All three wore their helmets with the X-visors for intimidation purposes, at the Inquisitor’s order. His features also hidden by his TIE pilot’s helm, Dak Trooper walked to the left of the group, scanning for unfriendlies. The first person to greet the group as they clattered along the brightly lit marble floor was a female holo-journalist with a ruddy face, and a brown ponytail over open collar of her white jumpsuit. It was not body-hugging, but had a wide, shiny yellow belt that accentuated her figure. He saw her eyeing up the rich dark maroon of his official zeyd-cloth robes. Yavinelf slowed and signalled Lockley to let the woman pass with her holo-cam. “Hello there!” He greeted amiably, with a nod. He remembered that Trip looked good when she put her hair up into a ponytail. “Greetings, Inquisitor. Keskia Moontrudger, Coruscant News 24; we saw the shuttle coming down; are you here to challenge Lord Vader for leadership of the Empire?” “My dear lady,” Nelf began smoothly, thinking she was rather well informed, “my mandate is to serve the will of the Emperor, regardless of who holds the position. As long as He sits on the throne, I am His loyal servant.” “Oh my…your, your-” She was staring at his amputated wrist in the dark green sling. “Hand? Madam, you should have seen the other guy.” He quipped with a wry grin as a quartet of harried looking Blue Guard, in their flowing azure robes, feathered helmets and force pikes, swept through, nudging the reporter aside. “Hey!” The civilian protested, as a Blue Guardsman took her arm and gently guided to the wall on the left. “Inquisitor Nelf?” The lead greeter asked, stopping square in front of the injured darksider. “Who is asking?” “Corporal Billings, sir.” Although his face was partially obscured by the helmet and noseguard, Yav could see that the corporal had a thin, almost rat-like face, and looked slightly tanned, as if he came from human stock from a tropical climate. “I am he.” I am he? Nelf silently kicked himself for mangling the Basic there. What did he sound like? “Sir. Uh, my lord.” The Blue Guard (BG) sounded breathless. “Sorry for the tardiness; we expected you to land in the Plaza.” “So did we.” Nelf admitted, half turning to indicate his parked tri-finned shuttle. “The Theta-class have intelligent defensive systems that scan landing areas for signs of hostiles, to protect their passengers. Great selling point, I understand. So when ours scanned the area and gleefully announced ‘Game On!’, we thought it prudent to find out what in Oseon it was talking about before landing.” The half-elf took a breath. “Good job we did; you almost lost a roof-load of snipers." He paused. "You do know you've got snipers on the roofs surrounding the Square?” “Yes, my Lord. Imperial Army and STANG officers. Orders straight from the Emperor.” “Well if they are staying there, you want to restrict the arrival of Theta's; accident waiting to happen.” Yav agreed as he stepped round the guard and continued walking, forcing Billings to turn and trot to keep up with him. “So, anything I should know going in?” Billings paused to consider what he should pass on. “Use the stairs. And don't enter the Emperor's office without knocking. The Queen of Naboo was spotted inside, my Lord. She was asking to be admitted into Lord Vader’s presence.” The Inquisitor frowned. “It is a big galaxy, Corporal. One cannot keep up with all the royal appointments across a billion systems. What's the name of their queen these days, Apallaina? Padme Naberrie? Sabe ‘freeze me in a Y-shaped slab of carbonite’ Amidala?” “Uh. That last one.” Whoops. The half-elf looked sidelong at his escort. “Don’t tell her I called her that, and I can take you away from all this. I am gathering a crew, you know." He revealed. "And not a feathered helmet in sight.” “How many do you have now?” Billings sounded interested. “Six.” “And how many are you trying to get?” "Well, if I get another thirty-seven thousand and twenty-nine, I can apply for a Star Destroyer." “I did not hear a thing, my Lord.” “Seven.” Yav’ announced with a smile, striding to the doors leading to the Senate's lower levels. Soon enough, with the concerted assistance of Lockley and Billings, the Inquisitor found himself outside the old Supreme Chancellor's office, at the station of a Miss Soobie, who was nowhere in sight. “Mm, she does not normally wander off.” Billings mused, looking back at the bustling queue of beings that waited to gain an audience with the new Emperor. Nelf signalled the cops to cover the door. “Not sure if this is covered by 'things you need to know', my Lord,” the Blue Guard continued, lowering his tone. “feel free to smack Soobie on the choobie. She likes that. Though she would never say, of course.” He grinned wolfishly. Tag: Miss Soobie -----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: 6/13 7:49am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/13 8:10am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Jay Ahr, KOSP cafe. Location: Kavala orbit The K.I.G. team leader gazed benevolently down at the seated female, and sighed deeply. “I have just returned from battle.” He confided. “I went in prepared to die, and thought I would never again be told to drokk off, by such a beautiful filly.” He sighed with faux pleasure and smiled down at her. “However, I sense that you wish to be left alone, so I bid you farväl. If you come round though, simply pass your comlink code to the head waiter,” Jay doffed his head towards the counter, “who is a friend.” He stood to attention, clipped his boot heels together, and gave her a respectful nod, to the amusement or bemusement of other patrons; and exited the establishment with a casual stroll. As soon as the exit closed behind him, and he was on the street, Jay’s gait became more military, and he quickened his pace as he headed for the main docking bay, where he would call Lermontov for instructions. 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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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/13 8:48am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/13 8:51am (2 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Detective Lockley, Corporal Stefe Billings (Blue Guard), corridor outside Chancellor’s Office, Galactic Senate building. Location: Imperial Centre The half-elf stood at the elaborate brown podium that was supposed to this Soobie’s station, according to the Blue Guard corporal, and brooded. Nelf realised that the security force was stretched, but he was miffed that they had only sent a corporal to greet him. The dark maroon robes had been a bit of a waste. His thoughts turned to the young medic to whom he had entrusted Trip. The being had strong mental powers. He was unsure if he was sensitive to the Force, but he had certainly been able to block the Inquisitor’s casual probes. He turned at Lockley’s approach, seeing his warped reflection in her helmet’s polarised X-visor. She was holding out a small square of yellow flimsi. Her filtered voice announced: “There was someone in the Supreme Chancellor’s Office. We found this on the door.” Yavinelf took the note, finding one side tacky to the touch. “You were told to guard the door, not-” He stopped as he read the message: Been blown out the window. Back in five minutes. He turned on Billings, zeyd billowing about him. One thing about the fabric; it really caught the air. “Corporal, if Lord Vader had been blown out of a window, where would he go?” “Emergency room?” “He wasn’t that badly hurt.” The detective supplied, “News footage captured him outside, helping the injured.” The weasel-faced Guard considered. “Out Patients?” The Inquisitor was thinking that the Chosen One was a Dark Lord of the Sith. They bounced well. “Ah, heck with this.” Lockley complained aloud, drawing surprised glances from both Inquisitor and Corporal as she put a hand to the right side of her helmet. “Central, this is Lockley, Special Unit Two. Am Code Seven at the Senate. Patch me through to their Security Control. Thanks. Yes, this is, yes. I need to know where... ” She looked up at her temporary superior. “Wow. They must have been asked this a lot, sir. At last check, Grand Vizier Pestage, and Speaker Mas Ammeda were in the Executor’s office with Lord Vader and his Ledaren. Uh, they’ve lost the Union bird.” Nelf didn’t know what a “Ledaren” was. Maybe it was their nickname for one of the Chosen One’s bits of fluff, Sabe or this Soobie character. He nodded his thanks to Kate, as she gave hers and signed off. “Corporal. Do you know the way?” “Executor’s Office? Yes, my lord.” Billings signalled his men, and led the way back down the corridor to the nearest stairwell. Gathering his own team, and clapping the resourceful detective on the shoulder in thanks, Nelf followed. Tag: pashatemur. -----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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MASTER-OF-EVIL Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 6/14 5:04am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/14 5:20am (1 edits total) Edited By: MASTER-OF-EVIL
	IC: Calis Bane formerly known as Sin Hyperspace Sin was making his way back to the medic room as he felt the pain in his skull returning which halted his progression to the med-bay room. Placing one hand against the wall as his breathe quickened as the pressure was building up again. His skull began to knead him again, he gritted his jaw and to hold off the incoming wave of pain from his mind. Not again. His mind was reeling as the images of Kalee flashed before him like a tribute to the damned. Of the so called Sophia apparition then seductively transforming into the Umbrus, this alone for Sin had someway affected him in a strange way and fascinated him that he couldn't see through the disguise that Umbrus put on. And Sin is a master of seeing-through disguises, it was his natural ability but somehow Umbrus nullified his ability, was it because he was too engrossed into his mission or was it something else......something close to his heart...perhaps? Something was forming in his mind....but it was like putting pieces of a broken mirror together and seeing a collage of disjointed reflections of himself and another......Lucrecia? There was something in Umbrus's disguise as little Sophia that had him entranced and now feeling there was a thread to his lost past he was trying to remember, something about Lucrecia that somehow was connected to his in-ability to uncover Umbrus's true form. Then a ghostly voice came to mind from a conversation that took place in a recent time. “Speaking of Anakin, I fear I must correct you in regards to the Son of Suns project of our Master’s. It was a failure. The child never came to term. It died in its gestation tube sometime after your mishap........ The child.......the mishap.....the experiments......the child......the love affair........Arbor.....Lucrecia....himself.....the child..... Now looking back at that conversation with Dantius, something was slightly off-center in that casual regard of the mentioning of the child. Was he telling the truth? Or he was stating the facts? Or even a much deeper picture that possibly even Sidious wasn't aware of perhaps? The child that Lucrecia was impregnated with just before the mishap and what happened to her afterward when he was experimented on, Sin could feel it there was a few key fragments to this incomplete puzzle. What the hell did you to me, Plagueis and Arbor since he was in charge of experimenting on him under Plagueis's command, after the scientist had gotten jealous of his personal relationship with Lucrecia. Sin recalled bits and pieces of Plagueis's instructions and lessons as the man known as Calis was slowly being erased litrally with his humanity. The experiments done to him before the beast had become a part of his anatomy and learning to use his body that was painful, from his skin being bio-engineered to indocrination by the Muun Master himself as part of his purification of Calis... As he made it to the doors of the med-bay where dead was laid. Sweat beaded Sin's forehead trying get his composure back. The doors opened up upon approach as he staggered inside and landed atop the cocoon. ~~~The Spectral form of Darth Bane shimmered as the room darkened in the med-bay with the doors locked behind Sin. Those ignorant in the ways of the Force saw it as only a weapon or tool: It could strike out against a foe in a battle; it could levitate nearby objects and draw them into a waiting palm or fling them across a room. But these were mere wizard's tricks to one who understood its true power and potential. The Force was a part of all living things, and all living things were a part of the Force. It flowed through every being, every animal and creature, every tree and plant. The fundamental energies of life and death coursed through it, causing ripples in the very fabric of existence. ~~~ Even distracted by the agonizing flashes of the blades slicing apart the inside of his skull, Sin was sensitive to these ripples. They gave him an awareness that transcended space and even time, granting him brief glimpses into the always shifting possibilities of the future. ~~~ "You will learn," Bane assured him, with arms crossed over his chest. ~~~ Sin didn't smile, but there was an eager expression in his gaze, a hunger he knew well. He'd seen the same raw ambition in the eyes of Githany, his former lover and one of Kaan's doomed followers. He knew that if Sin did not learn to temper and control his condition, it would lead him down a path of destruction. "What do you want? I thought I left you?" Sin bristled as he made his way to the bed. ~~~ The specter did not speak as he kept his cold gaze upon the Sith. "Since you cannot hide the fact of your survival," Bane continued, "you must obscure it with half-truths. You must encourage the rumours, spreading them so thick they blind our enemies until they cannot separate myth from reality." ~~~ A glimmer of understanding illuminated Sin's face. "A rumour is only as reliable as its source..." He nodded to himself in understanding what the dead-Sithlord imparted. ~~~ Bane nodded in satisfaction. "As a survivor you can spread the tale, which will be passed on to the next person. Nobody who hears their story will believe it, and the truth will be dismissed as a worthless rumour. "And if there are any other witnesses to your presence on Kalee," Bane added, spinning out the final thread of the convoluted tapestry of deception, "their accounts are now less likely to be believed. Do not forget even now there will be those who doubt the totality of the Sith extinction. There will always be whispers that the Sith survive, hints and rumours that somewhere in the galaxy a Dark Lord lives." ~~~ "But the Jedi are but extinct and what is left of their Order is just scattered remnants. And they know of Lord Vader and Sidious." Sin indicated. ~~~ A thin smile appeared on Bane's grim expression. "They do not know of you. They know of the new Sith but not of the Old Sith you represent at a time when the Sith were just shadows and Sin for all your intents and purposes, are a shadow. You don't belong here but the Dark side had other plans for you and there is a reason you are here and not here." Bane jerked his thumb pointing to himself. "You are a dead-man walking among the living." ~~~ Sin rubbed his eyes before speaking again. "Well the only reason I knew is in that capsule. What good is it now that his dead? He was the only link to my past that I would have had my answers and now there is a bigger shadow out there that killed him and what now? I am lost and knowing Sidious I'm not too sure he had passed anything to his apprentice but one cannot assume that." Sin retorted. The specter began to shimmer out as he cackled a low cackle as the lights returned to normal and the doors unlocked. "Never assume the Will of the Darkside....." His voice vanished as he did. Sin scanned the room and his gaze returning to the med-capsule. Mimicking the same posture as his ancient ancestor with his arms crossed as he contemplated on the Dark Lord's words and what is waiting for him back on the capital. Tag: No one -----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: 6/14 2:37pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Captain Sohmer, Lieutenant Esteban Corel, Venator Krayt’s Fire and the SSD Executor respectively. Location: Sector 0, Imperial Centre Sohmer, seated in his command chair, experienced a certain amount of relief as the dopplering blue and grey star-lines appeared beyond the bridge windows, shortened, to be replaced with the brown orb streaked and dotted with gold. Coruscant. Imperial Centre. As the ship decelerated, and the sublights kicked in, the globe quickly grew before them, and the reflective cloud of particles surrounding the planet resolved into Imperial warships. The captain’s stomach tensed at the sight of them! “All stop.” He commanded. “Emergency deceleration. Navigation, plot escape routes from the system; no less than three.” “Yes, sir.” “As ordered.” “ComScan, signal our contact aboard Executor that we have arrived in-system with two packages.” “Yes, sir.” Sohmer, his face stern, removed the protective plastic cap from the worn red button on his right arm-rest, studied it. He had never used it, but from the state it was in, his predecessor had clearly been a fan. He held it down, and when he spoke now, his voice echoed throughout the Star Destroyer: “This is the Captain. We have reached Imperial Centre. Commander Merch, Colonel Sin, my ready room on the bridge. Now.” He replaced the cap; didn’t want to hit it accidentally with his elbow one day, and disseminate un-intended information round the ship. * * * * Executor bridge The undercover intelligence officer, Corel, looked at his panel as the short message came through. Here. Two packages. KF. He sent back a single ping as acknowledgement, stood from his station, nodding at the Pit Lieutenant who had looked over at his movement, and climbed up from the pit to the command walkway, where he immediately sought out Admiral Ozzel. Standing to attention until the flag officer acknowledged his presence, he advised the man quietly: “Admiral, the intelligence vessel we assigned to search out Emperor Palpatine's remains on Kalee, has arrived in-system. They report that they have two packages. Do you wish me to inform Lord Vader?” Tag: The artist formerly known as Sin, Admiral Ozzel. -----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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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 6/16 5:49pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Ic Jon Matrix Location Yavin base, The Basement Jon could not believe his ears, not only was Torian rambling on about some clone dossier that the Naboo had given he also claimed that the dossier said that Palpatine was going to be cloned and brought back to life and to top that off the Alliance were baby sitting there enemies son!!! What in all that was good and just was going on here!!! Jon just sat in stunned silence, he had been a little taken aback when his ideas for a black opps team had been seemingly vetoed in order of taking more measured steps. Which of course amounted to recon and gathering intelligence against the Empire, he was of course all in favour of gathering intelligence but they had to start being proactive in his mind and that meant starting a campaign of guerilla warfare. Of course that had all gone out of the window when Torian blurted out that they were baby sitting the Skywalker boy. Jon was struggling to understand all he was being told, Emi-to's words about the Jedi and there mortal enemies, the Sith. Those were words for far smarter men then he, Jon Matrix was a solider, plan and simple but what he did understand was that Vader's child could be turned into a weapon to strike back at his Father. What he knew of the force you could write on the back of a napkin but he was a righteous man, one that could not sit back while others suffered and right now he had to say something. “Hold on let me get something straight here” Jon said without thinking about decorum or protocol “Two thing have come to light today first it seems we have a weapon that can be used to against our enemies, I'm sure Skywalkers child can be trained into a formidable weapon of power that could tip the balance of this war but that's getting ahead of things” Jon took a moment to gather his breath and bearings. “From the information brought to us by Senator Mothma and Captain Darklighter,” Jon nodded in both there direction “we have been given a ligit target and if what General Darkeyes says about Palpatine being cloned its one we can not fail to act upon” Jon knew what he was about to say would be music to Yuchs ears “We must organise a strike team and eradicate this clone facility and remove any possibility, however remote, of Palpatine being brought back to life” Jon said his heart beating faster than he ever thought possible “We must act upon this now before its to late” Tag Everyone 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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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/17 12:24am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/17 12:33am (3 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	OOC: I am “pre-dating” part of my post to take place before General Torian’s and Matrix’s latest responses for the sake of making things a little easier for myself. IC: Mon Mothma, Admiral Ackbar, Biggs Darklighter Location: the Great Temple, Yavin IV Mon Mothma listened stoically as the Jedi Master, Emi-to Shuri relayed her thoughts on the impromptu revelation of the General of the recent voyage of Master Obi-wan Kenobi and his young apprenctice Luke Skywalker to an unnamed location and the recently discovered cloning facility which evidently has been created for the purpose of creating clones of the supposedly deceased Emperor Palpatine. From what the Jedi was expounding, it was clear that though certain inferences could be made, however, anything stated could only be conjecture. The ever-mysterious Sith’s intentions were unclear, their past shrouded in mysteries only brought up more questions with this recent discovery. However, the Jedi had an idea: “An evidentiary incidence of medical research, expenditures, plans for facilities, or indeed the facilities themselves, or even incidences of experimentation; that would indicate the possible intent or transference! We clearly need an aggressive intelligence intitiative…..It is something we must give consideration to and certainly, even now, if this procedure is possible, it’s likely being initiated or already has been…..” Master Shuri looked to Mon Mothma, “On Coruscant, do we have resources to search out such archived information?” Mon tapped her fingers on the table gently as she pondered the question and after a moment of thought responded, beginning with a nod of the head. “Certainly, Master Jedi, we do.” Standing up slowly, her hand resting on the table now, she gave further details about her answer: “In fact, Master Shuri, we have set such a plan in motion for another discovery which we are anxious to make….it is clear the Imperials have a secret base where their technological terrors are not only being created at but indeed their very inception on a research level is beginning,” she said, pursing her lips tentatively. “We have required our agents to double their efforts in their attempt to find this base and indeed they are following the model which you suggested, going for seemingly innocuous details which might lead to its discovery.” Shifting her weight from one foot to another, she continue, her voice steady and firm: “In addition, we have added directives that agents are to be on the lookout for anything that might lead us to information regarding the new technological leviathan that the Empire recently obtained from the Confederacy in their death throes.” Bending over so that her tall frame could manage, she pushed a few buttons on the nearby console and out from the central projection unit on the table a rough blue-green holographic image of a monstrous, moon-like space station popped up. “It is evident from the Confederacy’s use of this “Killing Moon” upon the Ursean satellite of Jupe that this is potentially the most destructive weapon ever created. We must locate a weakness to this…machine, and destroy it. It is not safe in the hands of any one power,” she added, bobbing her head in the affirmative. “However, I digress….,” she continued as she deactivated the holoprojector and with a descending whir it disappeared. “We will add the directive to our agents that they are to search out any information regarding creation of cloning apparatuses which might lead to discovery of the true plans of the aforementioned facilities and perhaps even discover others which might exist in addition to the one the Naboo revealed to us,” she finished as she languidly sat down, allowing a moment for everyone to digest the information. Then looking in the direction of Admiral Ackbar, she nodded: “General Ackbar……” Standing up more deliberately, the Calamarian folded his hands behind his back, hiding his huge limbs from view. “Thank you, Senator and Master Jedi,” he continued ceremoniously with a nod to the two women. “I agree with the Jedi Master and Senator that we should extend our search to locating more of these cloning facilities, if they in fact exist and see what true intentions lie there.” Shaking his head with concern, he continued: “Regardless of this newfound cloning facility I still am dubious as to whatever comes from the Empire regarding the former Emperor’s death.” “I think we should be cautious…it may be a trick to lure us out of our defenses,” he asserted as he released his folded hands from behind his back and leaned against the almost immobile, swivel chair he had just been sitting in. “The Alliance being hidden, the Empire, despite its numerical and military superiority can not destroy us…” he added with a tap on the table. “Bah…..we are like turtles hiding in our shells. We must come out to eat sometime or we will wither and die!” added General Yueh, almost angrily. Clearing his throat as he glanced annoyed at the General, Admiral Ackbar continued: “The Empire’s inability to attack us directly is our greatest weapon at this time,” he continued as General Yueh, unmoved, grumbled under his breath. “Oh, before I forget,” he said with a sudden glance in the direction of the Jedi: “This is a closed meeting and though perhaps the General was hasty in revealing the departure of the aforementioned Jedi to an undisclosed location, there are no records of this meeting being taken and I think we can implicitly trust everyone in this room, even those he may be more divisive,” he added with a tinge of humor directed at General Yueh. The General, despite realizing the comment was made with humor, realized there was an underlying tension so he answered, almost as is speaking to himself: “Some may call me divisive, however, I’m just anxious to end this madness as soon as we can.” Only incoherent mumbling answered him as Admiral Ackbar took his seat and General Torian spoke to a suddenly hushed audience. He affirmed that the any information regarding the son of Anakin Skywalker and his Master would be kept under wraps, under penalty of burial. He also agreed, as suggested by the Jedi Master that special covert efforts were to be taken to ascertain whether or not other such cloning facilities existed. Most interestingly, he revealed newfound data, just recently transmitted to Yavin IV by the covert strike team which had been sent to the Khommite system: “It seems they found extracurricular cloning on Khommite. A data file with the name NABOOSEN has been downloaded from the cloning lab. They found evidence of previous experimentations which I will not show here due to their graphic nature….This will have to be acted on sooner than later. It seems that someone is trying to clone the Emperor,” he finished with flair. The members of the high council mumbled to one another in hushed tones at the revelation, only broken up by the strong words of Commander Matrix: “Hold on let me get something straight here,” he began. “Two thing have come to light today first it seems we have a weapon that can be used to against our enemies, I'm sure Skywalkers child can be trained into a formidable weapon of power that could tip the balance of this war but that's getting ahead of things” “From the information brought to us by Senator Mothma and Captain Darklighter,” Jon nodded in both there direction “we have been given a ligit target and if what General Darkeyes says about Palpatine being cloned its one we can not fail to act upon” “We must organise a strike team and eradicate this clone facility and remove any possibility, however remote, of Palpatine being brought back to life” Jon stated with passion. “We must act upon this now before its to late.” “Here, here,” General Yueh concurred as he pounded a palm upon the table, twice. “I think that is a good primary target but we also need a more tactically important target as well – a victory that will electrify the galaxy and show that we can beat the Empire,” he finished with passion to match Matrix’s. Biggs, silent and taking in everything suddenly stood up, almost without control: “Wait – Luke is only a boy…..he can’t be expected to do anything,” he yelled out in a protective instinct as he looked at Matrix. Perhaps, the quick bond that had developed between he and the boy was manifesting itself, he wondered, surprised at his reaction. “However, this does bring up the question of the Jedi…what is their role to be in the Alliance,” he asked abruptly, avoiding eye contact with Master Shuri.” “Yes, that is a good question,” seconded General Yueh turning to face the Jedi head on. “Please, please, we were discussing other matters…” came the plea from Admiral Ackbar but it fell on deaf ears as the small assemblage devolved into disorderly murmurs amongst eachother, each discussing that which concerned them most. Mon Mothma shook her head in dismay and realizing how needed was the role of the Vice Chairman in the Senate – when sessions devolved into rambunctious and incoherent debates, it was the Vice Chair who called the body to order. “Please, we WILL have order,” Mon said in a surprisingly gruff voice, one reminiscent of the pompous Mas Amedda. He might have been corrupt and a boot-licker, she pondered to herself, but at least he knew how to properly call a session of the Senate to order. Surprised, the members fell into silence as they sheepishly looked at one another. TAG: Everyone at the assemblage. OOC: Nashtah post coming up shortly. -----signature----- }~Proud member of the Jedi Technician Crew (JTC)~{ ~~~~Palmam qui meruit ferat~~~~ USC Trojans - 2009 Rose Bowl Champs and CFB Team of the Decade
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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 6/17 9:23am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Torian Location: Yavin IV MonMothma’s command to restore order in the meeting was met with silence from everyone. Torian paused before standing again to answer everyone’s concern. Standing up one last time before the meeting was to be called to an end, he spoke. “First of all, everyone in here is considered a weapon against the Empire or any other antagonist of the Alliance. Skywalker is only a boy but will soon grow into a man and learn the truth. How he acts when he finds out the truth is anyone’s guess. But I strongly believe that with his Master’s teachings, he will make the right decisions. As for the Jedi, they are on our side.” He looked over at his wife. Why wouldn’t they be, after all he shared a bond with the head of their Order here on Yavin IV. “Questioning the loyalties of those Jedi on this base would be questioning my loyalty to all of you and the men and women of this rag-tag bunch.” He walked around the table to face Matrix. “I know you are itching to get back into action and this new intel from Khommite will give you that opportunity. I want plans drawn up and resources mustered for an operation to destroy this cloning facility.” He turned back to MonMothma, “The ex-Senator of the old Republic, will follow through on her end and get us the intelligence we need on all projects the Empire is currently working on or even thinking of.” He paced the floor and then looked up at the ceiling and back down at the group. Taking a deep breath, “This is far from over. It is true that are greatest strength right now is our hidden base, but a star fighter in the hangar is safe, but that is not what a star fighter was made for. We have to take certain risks.” He sat back down, “You all know your roles, now get going and give me results. Find me a worthy target outside of this Khommite business and we will show the Empire and the Galaxy that they can be beaten.” TAG: Move on to your other plots or ideas you have -----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: 6/17 11:53am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/17 1:04pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Ominous
	IC: NRC Captain Jarax Tavon Company SC1: Company’s lieutenant (Second-in-command): Dakann Tarell SC2: Logistics (+8 support personnel and 100 droids): Karler Nelsyn SC3: Medical (+4 support personnel and 16 droids): Jomel Cyneerre SC4: Technical (+11 support personnel and 44 droids): Corgent Kuttrin 152 troops Location: Khommite Space Down on the streets of the civic plaza, a parade of white-clad stormtroopers marched in lock-step with one another towards the government center. Behind the army of stormtroopers, two speeders marked with the flag of the Imperial Army followed. Inside were the company’s officer ranks. Captain Tavon came from a long line of military family. The Imperial Army had dispatched a company under his command to the planet Khommite. He had done research on his new assignment and found that the indigenous group was known for their cloning abilities. He remembered that the first phase of stormtrooper was based on the genetic material of another being and wondered if his role was to protect or establish a new project for the Empire. Personally he was considered an officer with a bright future by the Empire and his superiors. It was only natural that they trusted him to this assignment. His orders were clear. Take control of the civic duties on Khommite and protect its assets from traitors and other terrorist organizations. As they approached the government offices, Tavon looked around at the surrounding populace with disgust. “What a boring place.” He commented. “Everyone looks the same.” “Yes Captain,” came the reply from his SC1. “But it will be much easier to weed out any other beings for questioning.” “Yes it will.” replied back Tavon. Stepping out of the speeder in his starched Imperial uniform, Tavon walked up the steps leading to the main doors to the executive branch of the Khommite government followed by his officers. He carried a briefcase with explicit instructions to keep it secure. They were greeted by a Khommite government spokesperson that was sent to appease the intruders. “Greetings Captain, we are honored by your presence here. We are most humble to serve…” Tavon raised his glove hand, “You may dispense with the banter. We are taking over your governmental operations here. You will now be under the rule of the New Order.” The Khommite spokesperson protested, “I can assure you that won’t be necessary, our governor is willing to work with you…” Again he was cut off. Tavon sternly made his point, “You may tell your Governor that they either comply with me or face punishment laid down by Imperial regulations.” “But of course, Captain.” The spokesman walked behind the group of Imperial officers with a defeated posture. Later on… Captain Tavon sat in what was once the Governor’s personal office with his junior officers around him. The enlisted troopers were busy securing their quarters around the civic center. Khommite citizens and visitors were removed from their homes to make room for the Imperial army, sometimes forcibly. Tavon stood at the window that overlooked the plaza area. White-clad armor was spread throughout the streets and on every corner. Imperial armor was placed strategically around the government building as both a roadblock and checkpoint for anyone needing to speak with Tavon. With the city under Imperial rule, he turned back to his subordinates. The small ship broke hyper space and came into the Khommite system, dark-robed hands worked the controls and soon brought the ship into the planet’s atmosphere. It was just how Argor had seen it, allowing the force to guide his hand he brought the ship to his destination. He had no idea if this was to be the location of his masters return but the force had warned him of an imminent attack and no matter what Argor would do all he could to safe guard his masters return. After setting the ship down Argor gather his dark robes and made his exit from the shuttle. After striding through the barren waste lands he finally reached the facility, now he would take command of the small outpost and prepare them for what was to come, the attack by the rebel fleet. The Dark Side had seen fit to make him the one to safe guard his Imperial highness assets, It didn't take too long for him to reach the main doors entrance of the clone facility. Striding into the main area Argor shouted out “WHOSE IN CHARGE HERE!” The sergeant in charge of security immediately recognized a threat when he saw it and in unison, his security team raised their blasters at the bellicose figure. “HALT!” Argor span around to be confronted by a small squad of stormtroopers, all of them had their blasters aimed at him. This pleased him greatly; the security was not as lax as he first thought. Holding his hands up Argor turned to face the man who looked like he was leading this group “You,” He said locking his eyes upon him “I am here to take control of this facility on orders of his Imperial majesty Palpatine 1st” With that one of the stormtroopers blurted out “I’ll need to see some identification.” With death defying speed Argor span round and in an instant a hard crimson light sliced through white armor, leaving a smoking stump at the top of pristine stormtooper armor. “Anyone else want to challenge my authority?” The prophet asked. He stood for a while awaiting a response and when none came “I have come here to safe guard this facility future.” From a distance a small sniper unit fired off a shot, knocking the weapon from the aggressor’s hand. The spotter for the sniper linked into the helmet of a trooper facing this dark figure. “The Captain has been notified and will not tolerate some unknown figure from chopping up his command.” The stormtrooper replied back, “He states he is here to safeguard the building.” “Very well. Escort him to the Captain but let him know his head is in our cross-hairs. I doubt he could do very much from his position.” “Yes sir.” He motioned to the black-clad being to follow him to the Captain’s office. Later on in Captain Tavon’s office… “Are you sure they got all the data that they require?” Asked a wispy light voice. “Yes sir, they got enough data.” Came the officer’s reply. TAG: None yet -----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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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 6/17 3:29pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OCC A slight amendment to Omi's post above, as he forgot to ad some changes and to put that it was a joint post between him and myself IC:Argor, NRC Captain Jarax Tavon Company SC1: Company’s lieutenant (Second-in-command): Dakann Tarell SC2: Logistics (+8 support personnel and 100 droids): Karler Nelsyn SC3: Medical (+4 support personnel and 16 droids): Jomel Cyneerre SC4: Technical (+11 support personnel and 44 droids): Corgent Kuttrin 152 troops Location: Khommite Space Down on the streets of the civic plaza, a parade of white-clad stormtroopers marched in lock-step with one another towards the government center. Behind the army of stormtroopers, two speeders marked with the flag of the Imperial Army followed. Inside were the company’s officer ranks. Captain Tavon came from a long line of military family. The Imperial Army had dispatched a company under his command to the planet Khommite. He had done research on his new assignment and found that the indigenous group was known for their cloning abilities. He remembered that the first phase of stormtrooper was based on the genetic material of another being and wondered if his role was to protect or establish a new project for the Empire. Personally he was considered an officer with a bright future by the Empire and his superiors. It was only natural that they trusted him to this assignment. His orders were clear. Take control of the civic duties on Khommite and protect its assets from traitors and other terrorist organizations. As they approached the government offices, Tavon looked around at the surrounding populace with disgust. “What a boring place.” He commented. “Everyone looks the same.” “Yes Captain,” came the reply from his SC1. “But it will be much easier to weed out any other beings for questioning.” “Yes it will.” replied back Tavon. Stepping out of the speeder in his starched Imperial uniform, Tavon walked up the steps leading to the main doors to the executive branch of the Khommite government followed by his officers. He carried a briefcase with explicit instructions to keep it secure. They were greeted by a Khommite government spokesperson that was sent to appease the intruders. “Greetings Captain, we are honored by your presence here. We are most humble to serve…” Tavon raised his glove hand, “You may dispense with the banter. We are taking over your governmental operations here. You will now be under the rule of the New Order.” The Khommite spokesperson protested, “I can assure you that won’t be necessary, our governor is willing to work with you…” Again he was cut off. Tavon sternly made his point, “You may tell your Governor that they either comply with me or face punishment laid down by Imperial regulations.” “But of course, Captain.” The spokesman walked behind the group of Imperial officers with a defeated posture. Later on… Captain Tavon sat in what was once the Governor’s personal office with his junior officers around him. The enlisted troopers were busy securing their quarters around the civic center. Khommite citizens and visitors were removed from their homes to make room for the Imperial army, sometimes forcibly. Tavon stood at the window that overlooked the plaza area. White-clad armor was spread throughout the streets and on every corner. Imperial armor was placed strategically around the government building as both a roadblock and checkpoint for anyone needing to speak with Tavon. With the city under Imperial rule, he turned back to his subordinates. The small ship broke hyper space and came into the Khommite system, dark-robed hands worked the controls and soon brought the ship into the planet’s atmosphere. It was just how Argor had seen it, allowing the force to guide his hand he brought the ship to his destination. He had no idea if this was to be the location of his masters return but the force had warned him of an imminent attack and no matter what Argor would do all he could to safe guard his masters return. After setting the ship down Argor gather his dark robes and made his exit from the shuttle. After striding through the barren waste lands he finally reached the facility, now he would take command of the small outpost and prepare them for what was to come, the attack by the rebel fleet. The Dark Side had seen fit to make him the one to safe guard his Imperial highness assets, It didn't take too long for him to reach the main doors entrance of the clone facility. Striding into the main area Argor shouted out “WHOSE IN CHARGE HERE!” The sergeant in charge of security immediately recognized a threat when he saw it and in unison, his security team raised their blasters at the bellicose figure. “HALT!” Argor span around to be confronted by a small squad of stormtroopers, all of them had their blasters aimed at him. This pleased him greatly; the security was not as lax as he first thought. Holding his hands up Argor turned to face the man who looked like he was leading this group “You,” He said locking his eyes upon him “I am here to take control of this facility on orders of his Imperial majesty Palpatine 1st” With that one of the stormtroopers blurted out “I’ll need to see some identification.” With death defying speed Argor span round and in an instant a hard crimson light sliced through white armour, leaving a smoking stump at the top of pristine stormtooper armour. “Anyone else want to challenge my authority?” The prophet asked. He stood for a while awaiting a response and when none came “I have come here to safe guard this facility future.” From a distance a small sniper unit fired off a shot, knocking the weapon from the aggressor’s hand. The spotter for the sniper linked into the helmet of a trooper facing this dark figure. “The Captain has been notified and will not tolerate some unknown figure from chopping up his command.” The stormtrooper replied back, “He states he is here to safeguard the building.” “Very well. Escort him to the Captain but let him know his head is in our cross-hairs. I doubt he could do very much from his position.” “Yes sir.” He motioned to the black-clad being to follow him to the Captain’s office. It had been a few hours since Argor and Cpr Tavon had watched two Rebel spies break into the complex and steal what they thought were sensitive files about the nature this cloning facility. The two men left the office side by side, it didn't take a genius to figure out how taken aback Tavon was by how accurate Argor's words had been. “Are you sure they got all the data that they require?” Asked a wispy light voice. “Yes sir, they got enough data.” Came the officer’s reply. “Good, now captain within a standard week the Rebels will launch there attack on this base” Argor said as the pair walked along the corridor “Although the darkside has not given me an indication of the size of there attack force, be warned it will be more than enough to kill every Imperial here”Tavon nodded his understanding of what he was being told. “The element of surprise is our key to winning this battle , we shall keep our forces hidden on the the lower levels and when the attack begins we shall launch a decisive strike that will lead to the annihilation of this pitiful rebellion” Argor said. Tag no one at present -----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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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/19 3:57pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/19 5:02pm (3 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: [Der Arnold S.] – Here me or believe me later, this post is so pumped, I have elected to break it into 3 and possibly 4 parts. I’d like to thank those who contributed, no matter how small and there are many of you who did contribute either directly or indirectly. The list is quite long: SSS, MOO, Sith_I-5, Corellian_Outrider, LDU in absentia – you are sorely missed, Kalio_Dynkos, and MASTER-OF-EVIL[/Arnold] MEMO: You will note that I am now controlling characters previously in the hands and or originate by other writers. This brings up a very interesting and important issue concerning the portability of your intellectual property. Some of you have already grappled with the idea that characters and concepts which are currently the property of George Lucas can not be ported or ‘locked’ out of play and no indelible claim can be made other than by the owner and originator. What about original characters? There has been heated debated on the matter, however, considering this is an RPG, unless arranged for and in consultation and agreement of the GM, no character may be extracted ( you fill in the blank as to the manner) from the game unless said character is credibly dispatched in the course of plot. Bowing out of a game and or threatening to bow out certainly does not constitute a consultation and obviously not an agreement. Taking them from the game abruptly is a willful act to disrupt and or sabotage the game. So if you plan to whack, protect, port your character out of game, please make plans, craft credible plot, and do not use them as leverage or your arguments and claims are diminished. Being a derivative work, copyrights would be difficult to obtain so, caveat emptor! PART I: The City 'Gates' IC: Magnus Carthaginian aboard the Fleet Onslaught flag ship, Halcyon Imperial, Admiral Ozzel and Jan di Toli on the bridge of Vader’s personal command ship, Executor, Grand Admiral Teshik at Azure Hammer Sector Command, Senator Bail Organa and Vanya Federov at the Imperial Senate, Sabe Amidala, Miss Soobie, Quinlan Vos, Sate Pestage and Mas Amedda at the Imperial Senate, General Lekhauf and Sly Moore at the Palace of the People, Admiral Coltin, Dr. Molita and Lord Vader at the Ursean Embassy, and Trachta in his office suite across from the Senate. NRCs Commander Margary Bri, Mr. Zarcov, and Sergeant di Berilini at the Ursean Embassy. LOCATION: Imperial Center orbit and on planet Molita took the comlink from the utility belt he laid on the smooth wooden counter. Scrubbing up in the fresher before descending to talk with Colton. He would have given the comlink to the Admiral, but for the fact it was the Re’s personal comlink. He had some sense it should remain with him. He would have more immediate access to the Re as he recovered. He closed his eyes and nearly tumbled into the fresher, the operation difficult but at least immediately successful. Molita rested his forehead against the wall. The message pertained to a casualty from Kalee: /When this message reaches you, I am just a few clicks away from approaching the Capital on-board the Krayt's Fire." / There was a pause. /"There weren't any survivors left from the battle.....coughs......but I did recover a casualty from the battle on Kalee that may interest you, Lord Vader. This is....Colonel Sin reporting…"/ He had no idea what it meant. He would relay it to Colton and the Ledaren. *** The usual protocols were observed as she reverted to subspace, the Vessel’s ambient noise, suddenly broken by the excited bustle collectively released by all on board, after it had been brewing quietly for hours under the ever present hum from all corners of the vast war ship. There were usually none immune to the slight nervous expectation that accompanied such moments as arriving at a target, security ratings high. “Comms., notify Executor and Sector Command immediately upon our arrival.” “Aye, sir,” a crisp reply cut the soft beeps and signals of the surrounding spectrometry, the numerous gauges and levels, monitors and graphs on the multi-leveled bridge. Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginian stood as if at parade, his white jacket smooth and flawless to his perfectly ironed collar. “Shall you wish to speak yourself with Grand Admiral Teshik, Grand Admiral, sir?” “No, he’s busy enough at the moment. I expect he has things in hand. Just observe protocol,” said Magnus peering out of the resolving streams of hyperspace as the view port flashed and the black velvet of subspace yielded the glowing orb of Coruscant. *** “I see, Azure Hammer are admitting metered traffic,” said Mr. di Toli as he came alongside Ozzel. “Huh! I don’t wager the commerce guilds are too thrilled with Planetary Defense’ taking so long to open the planet up to traffic. Some poor sods have likely lost their fortunes today,” said Ozzel in unusual calm. “You called for me, Admiral, sir?” queried Lord Vader’s chief aide. “Yes, I wondered if you’d had any word yet from Lord Vader,” said Ozzel as he took receipt of a datapad and gave some document his signature. “Not directly, Admiral, Sir. Things have been rather hectic down below, but I have communicated with his office and there seem to have been more than a few difficulties in jurisdictions and communication, nothing unexpected. They are … working on it,” said Jan looking straight ahead to the newly arrived Halcyon, breathed silently, relief. “I believe they are reaching some resolutions as we speak…” Ozzel looked sideways to di Toli and grunted. * “If you think you can just breeze out of this office, having left your directives and insults, you’ve another thing coming!” Vos did not bother to turn, for he felt and then heard the Naboo’s little heels pump the carpet down the corridor after him. “I do indeed and haven’t you had enough, Your Majesty,” he drawled snidely. He refused to turn and acknowledge her. If she chose she could level him now, while he thought her some insignificant fluff. She stormed around him to look him in the eye, but found Soobie peering down the hall from the doorway, Pointing in fury Sabe commanded,” I don’t need your services right now, Miss Soobie, if you please.” The aid ducked back into the office and covered her lips with her hand. “You listen to me, Quinlan Vos, Ledaren… Sheyf….WHATEVER! You threaten me with a saber again and I swear I will have your head on a platter! I don’t think you quite appreciate MY hidden … charms,” she snarled, “You two bit ruffian! I saw how you exercised diplomacy. You think you will do all your persuading at the point of a saber? You are so quick to criticize me, well if I wanted this government to fail, all I have to do is remain silent and let you go on your merry way, all swagger and “dark determination.” You think I’m intimidated by YOU?! Go on, go on and muck it up, Vos… why Anakin relies on you I’ve no ide….” She hissed angrily sweeping her foot to knock the Ledaren down and raising her hand, nearly getting in a strike. Caught, a quiet laughter rising from his chest, Sabe’s wrist smarted in the Sheyftain’s grasp. “When you played the power card and then lied to me, how can you really expect me to extend diplomacy beyond the fair warnings that I offered? My Lady Amidala, that’s your purview, and I’ve already said that I happily leave it ALL to you! Now! We either agree to disagree or I drag you to the Embassy and present your duplicity to our Emperor. How do you think he will receive it?” asked Vos warmly, his voice cordial, deep and deathly kinetic. “You have a very… abrasive manner, my Lady, you really should manage that anger of yours better!” “YOU…let go…” Sabe laughed. “Agree or not. The moment is now, you choose,” he demanded. “I’ll let go now.” Slowly, he let her hand go, lifting one finger at a time. “And you let go.” She moved to strike him again and he closed his hand around her wrist, this time tightly. “Third time’s the charm?” queried Vos again with a smirk “I will advise Anakin just what you are,” said Sabe. “… a brother,” said Vos smiling, “my… little Lady in Red.” As he spoke, the Kiffu swept his free arm in a grand bow and depressed the call button for the lift, as the doors opened; he stepped back into the cab as he released her with the slightest of thrusts. Vos smiled with a tilt of his dreadlocked-head; punctuated by a sly wink, just as the doors closed on Sabe’s deadpan stare. She stood for a moment staring at the closed doors, her image reflected in distortion there, a metaphor she could well appreciate, and with a sudden rage she struck at it. A hiss startled her and she stood up, her cheeks flushed to see Senator Organa, a burly white bearded man and a courier from the Naboo Embassy exit the lift to the left. Organa halted at seeing the spitting image of Padme before him, a course of emotions crossed his face as his mouth opened to speak. “We’ve only just come up to see if the Re is yet in his office,” said the Ursean with a heavy accent, his steely gaze examining the petite queen. “Ye… yes,” said Organa recovering. “Informally, of course… have you just come from his office?” Sabe looked from one to the other dully. Then regaining her composure, Sabe stood up, “Ah, yes, well, he is … not in his office at the moment…” “No, No, he isn’t,” said a voice coming from down the corridor. “I believe he has gone to his Embassy to deal with matters there. You see, we were in conference and the lovely Queen was good enough to keep our company. Ah, I see this must be your overnight bag, Your Majesty,” said the Grand Vizier, followed by the Speaker and Senate President. “Her Majesty was kind enough to accept the post of deputy chief of staff in the office of the Executor as Lord… oh I beg your pardon; His Imperial Highness has left the position empty. It’s rather informal, but with all the mayhem…” Sate said with a flourish. “And I am just on my way out, so you see, without my entourage. We’re all very informal, just like family, wouldn’t you say, Your Highness?” queried Pestage and then looking up at Amedda, Sate enjoyed himself at the Speaker’s dour expense. ‘We must catch up sometime soon, Senator Organa…but we must be off. ‘Commerce across the Cosmos’ waits for no man,” he said gesturing for the lift to be rung and the doors opening, the Grand Vizier smiled ingratiatingly at the angry Queen, having unmasked her subtlety. He snickered as he made a mental note to get his hands on a copy of the surveillance recording of whatever just went down in the hall. Sabe watched him go as he gloated and smirked, her heart burning with indignation. Organa watched this tableau with a mixture of disgust and intrigue. Vanya looked after Pestage and then to Sabe, for a moment coldly and then a slow smile appeared as Bail spoke up. “Well… I was hoping to … get some sort of understanding on expectation for the Senate… well…I’ll let you go, seeing you must need to …return to your work, Your Majesty…” “Ahem…” said Ambassador Federov, touching forefinger to nose, “I bid you both a good night and Gruss seele,” the Ursean said, “I’ll … return to the Embassy.” He paused momentarily to regard the Naboo and Organa for a moment before taking the next cab. /I hate you!/ She wanted spit it out. Somehow he’d brought her out of her reserve. Her belly ached and putting an arm across her waist she grimaced, though it was intended to be a smile. “So…I … wasn’t aware Naboo worked so closely with the Executor,” said Bail, kicking himself for the transparent pretext, for it was a slip, the contents of a rabid little thought that just spilled out of him. Sabe stood a little more stiffly. “Senator Organa, everyone knows my forced sojourn in Ursa required my cooperation with Lord Vader,” she said in monotone, achieving in her demeanor and voice that which was usually evoked with white face paint and finger print of lip rouge. “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty…” Bail offered looking down, unable to see that face without powerful and vexing emotion. “Or did you mean to insult me,” said Sabe unrelenting. “No… I… of course not, I …” Bail tried once more to extricate himself. Amidala eyed the bag her courier held. She wanted a few moments of privacy but Organa showed no intention of moving. Sabe shifted her hips and touched her arched forefinger to her chin, arching her brow in silent query. Bail patted one hand atop the other and looked up sideways, smiling. “No, I most certainly did not wish to insult you my lady. It’s been a very long day … no, look, I really meant nothing by it, I just didn’t somehow see Vader trusting his office to anyone. So, can I ask you, why he left you in charge and not another?” “NO, you cannot,” said Amidala irascibly, ready to put an end to interactions for the day. Vos had used up what little patience the days events had left her. Organa hadn’t expected such a wall of resistance. “Oh, I see, well, when is he expected?” he asked, any residue of diplomatic pleasantry slowly draining away. “I wasn’t told,” she said curtly. “Alright, well, can he be reached?” “I’m sure if you left a message it can be conveyed, but of course you are one of a number of many who wish to reach the Executor,” said Sabe with distaste at the title. She had told Anakin on a number of occasions how it bore to close a resemblance to the word “executioner.” “I mean… Emperor.” “A quarter of this building is in shambles, the Senate, and … the Executor is not available? Damn straight I want to leave a message!,” said Bail looking over Sabe’s head to the interior of the red office suite. “Forgive me, my Lady for keeping you. You must desire to depart for the Ursean Embassy yourself. I’ll leave a message with Lord Vader’s staff,” he said with a bow and shouldered past the Naboo Queen shaking his head. ‘What makes you say that?” demanded Sabe, quickly, and turning to the courier she smiled and dismissed him, the fellow bowing with due reverence and leaving post haste. Organa closed his eyes and turned about slowly, tossing his hands at his sides, “You did mention your ‘cooperation’ with Lord Vader…” “SAY WHAT YOU MEAN,” said Sabe nearly shaking. Bail pulled up closer. “What’s happened to you Sabe? What has he done to you? You…you used to be … the Sabe I knew would never have mistaken me, never trucked with … What about Padme? Have you no respect for her memory?” Sabe raised her hand and as quickly put it down, turning away, to cover her eyes with her hand and then her mouth. Bails few words smarted and she blushed with anger, grief and indignation. She had admired Bail. The two never were close, but always cordial, and sometimes traded amusing stories. Her work with the NSS never permitted her much time with her sister or to develop long lasting friendships outside the service, but Bail was as close to a friend as she’d known apart from Hannes. She pulled her shoulders back and quickly regained her composure, but Bail, having stood for a moment ready to receive some repudiation of his inferred statements, shook his head and hurried on to the office. When she wheeled around to watch him thread his way into the staff pool, met by Soobie, she stood, the other side of the transparasteele doors, their eyes meeting, as Bail discovered through a few choice interrogatives that the Executor had likely been hurt in the blast and was retired to the Embassy for treatment on the quiet. No one needed to say it outright, but Bail was a skilled sleuth and always made one feel they’d parted with nothing! Sabe lowered her eyes and walked past the cubicles into Anakin’s office to change. In the fresher, the urge to cry was quelled quickly as she quickly showered and traded her flamboyant orange and cream suit for a sleek golden brown business suit with thigh length coat and slim trousers, her hair pinned up in twist at the back. “BAIL!” exclaimed Sabe as she opened the door to reenter the office. When she returned to the office he stood looking over the media wall, its monitors dark, a steaming cup of kaf on the desk and a bag covered tray beside it. Recognizing that Bail was offering them a chance to start anew, she let go the tug of war in her head. “Hello Miss Delba! Yes it is a blatant lobbyist incentive,” he said wryly, gesturing to the food and then he straightened somberly. “We should both start over!” he stated firmly. Sabe pursed her lips and gestured for Bail to have a seat. * “Grand Admiral, Sir! Metered traffic appears to be moving smoothly. We are coordinating with Planetary Defense. They did not take the order well and wanted more time, Sir, but so far there’s been nothing to trip security filters and two notable VIPs have returned to planet, Gov. Tarkin and Madame Moore.” “Very good, Lieutenant! I’m sure there’ll be a few things shortly to warrant our concern. There usually are. I’ve not heard from Verotti concerning the Union. They should be underway soon. Send him a message and see what the devil is taking so long. Also, get me the status on that Skyhook incident,” said Teshik not looking away from the Sector Zero tactical display. “I see Carthaginian’s arrived.” “Yes, sir, Halcyon just notified command she was entering orbit…” Teshik tapped his lips in thought. “Yes… oh…er… Lieutenant, have Halcyon informed I’d like a word with the Grand Admiral once the shields are lifted and traffic is back to normal.” “Aye, sir!” It did seem rather crowded around Imperial Center, but then that should deter anyone from foolishly mounting an attack, however, not all of Fleet Onslaught were returned… and they should be,” thought Teshik. * “To hell with the edict, this is a command center, and we will not evacuate the damned building,” asserted Trachta. “Send that to the office of the Executor.” Trachta looked across the air space to the Senate, a view normally somewhat obscured by traffic grids, before opening the door to his office and addressing Tarkin again. “So, where were we?” * Sly Moore felt the emptiness of the Palace. HIS absence was unfathomable until now. The halls felt hollow even though she had only searched them with her mind. Of course, gone was something to celebrate if one could believe it was really true! Yet, one could not. She didn’t wait for General Lekhauf to greet her. The winds swept at her cloak as she walked across the landing pad to one of the main entryways on the upper levels of the Imperial Palace. “I see there’s been a changing of the guards around here,” she said, referring to the conspicuous presence of the Black Guard amongst the Imperials in their scarlet drape, sweeping her arm in an arc, a faint smile upon her lips. “Madame Moore,” said Lekhauf with a click of his heels. “… the Grand Vizier has called a meeting of the Ruling council, and he says he will join you shortly in the throne room. He’s returning from the Senate.” “And Lord… forgive me, His Imperial Majesty … where is he,” said Ms. Moore halting her progress. “At the Ursean Embassy, Madame,” said Lekhauf quickly seeing her brilliant eyes flash apprehensively. “He hopes to speak with you as soon as he is able to receive you, Madame and … the Embassy sends his regrets that he was not here to … greet you himself.” “Enough, Lekhauf,” smiled Ms. Moore, “” ABLE to receive” me!” She smiled knowingly, “I’ve been inside politics longer than you have breathed the air,” she said with another fluid gesture. “I do know he received medical assistance after the Battle of Kalee. I have my resources.” * Colton watched from empty ante chamber as the Re was brought in quietly through the service corridors of the vast Embassy, Molita having called ahead. Once he saw Molita reappear to direct the supplies into the far end of the vast bed chamber belonging to the Re and Reina, Coltin strode to him, grey eyes flashing back and forth. “You told me he was in decent condition and here you bring him with a bloody bit of yellowing tubing trailing him, throat slit open and he looks dead to me! What happened? I thought you said he was not injured in the blast, Doctor,” accused Colton in a harsh whisper, beads of perspiration trailing down his face to darken his collar. He dabbed at his brow with a small square of fine embroidered cloth. “Admiral, you can appreciate I am not able to give a full report till after I’ve stabilized the Re. Trust me, he will live. His young Majesty is too damned stubborn to die! You do what you can to keep the curious as bay. We shall have to start telling people soon he was injured in battle but the injuries are being treated and he is expected to recover within the weak, but avoid any mention if you can just now,” warned Molita walking ahead quickly. “How long are we talking about for recovery then – how long must I stall,” asked Coltin with frustration. “As long as you can, Admiral…” called Molita as the doors closed behind him and he made his way through the lush, plump occasional furnishings in the large clear area that had been sterilized, the carpets rolled away and porcelain and damask incidentals moved away. The surgery did not last long. A third of the time was spent repairing the tracheal insertion created to expedite breathing, and the rest, removing more agglomerations of radioactive and corrosive ash and metallic glass and the damaged tissue caused by the “traveling” shards – most of it lung tissue. The medical waste splat in dark and brilliant slick scarlet as the dead and nearly macerated tissue was suctioned off. Coruscant was scoured for matching tissue in the banks, and there was little. There had been stores of dormant cells stored at the EmPalReconSU, but they were out of reach, unknown if they were still “living” in the wreck of the tower, until late, when a team rushed the material to the embassy. They needed to trigger the growth of lung cells, the growth of alvioli - small air sacs that in the Re’s scarred chest had been destroyed – burned, cut and collapsed from the destructive force of the eruption on Kalee. He’d have to wait several days before there might be enough accelerated growth to produce the urgently needed lungs and even then, the surgery might fail, but Molita would face that if the situation warranted, reluctantly consulting to create a wearable false lung and the subsequent built up heart and blood filtration system needed to circulate such a mechanical system! Toward the end of surgery, Molita opted to leave the magnet in place, there was enough residue in his Re’s system to justify it’s remaining. In spite of the situation, the Doctor surmised progress had been made, and as he watched the Re settled in the bacta tank, he reviewed the current vitals on the patient and healing had already begun with the administered chemicals to detoxify His Majesty’s system of radiation and the ill effects. The incisions and eroded tissue were all healing with amazing speed. Now to counter the Spice addition! The doctor shook his head and after checking levels, dimmed the light on the gruesome makeshift surgical theatre, the tubing snaking the floor and gurgling, the 6 monitor’s lights causing the tank to give off pallid green glow. Exhausted, perhaps for 7 years, Anakin slept! The fight was suspended for now whether by his choosing or not. The small circling light on the face of the magnet in his chest racing round and round in the dark, his head bowed and arms outstretch and bowed with slackened muscles as if in greeting as he hung in the viscous bacta. Only two medical droids remained to watch over him in the large room. The soft bleeps of the medical systems echoing on the hard parquetry. The gold damask drapery, the plaster birds and beasts in the ceiling copes and the stately carved and guilt furnishings, stood dark sentinels in contrast to the eerie slumber. The plaza was now cleared and aglow with the reflected aura shed by the mushroom structure of the Senate, redolent in golden haze of many flood lights. People paused to stare across the jagged skyline to the illuminated Senate. It had been nearly a decade the vast structure had lain in darkness at night. There were those who still toiled inside, but the staff were skeletal, it was mostly engineers and construction crews, some of them slave wooks hurried in to effect the over night reclamation. To the north, the Palace pierced the white ghostlike serenity of the empty Jedi Temple. To the South, Helera Weg stood vigil as the Ursean Re hung in forced slumber. * “Admiral, the intelligence vessel we assigned to search out Emperor Palpatine's remains on Kalee, has arrived in-system. They report that they have two packages. Do you wish me to inform Lord Vader?” Ozzel looked up sharply, “What’s that,” the thick set Admiral said as he looked sharply to Lt. Corel to be sure he heard correctly. Di Toli stood stoically by though he too wanted to lean in quickly and learn what he could. “Ozzel hesitated. Where’s …eh, Grand Moff Tarkin? Isn’t he on planet? I think this might be information he’d perhaps like to impart himself,” said Ozzel smiling at what he thought a sterling ploy! Jan flexed his fingers, his hands clasped behind him for a moment as he looked at the decking. There was little objection he could raise to Ozzel. TO BE CONTINUED... TAG: Nelf and Company, Corel, Tarkin -----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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