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The-Magicians-Master Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 6/20 5:41am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/20 5:44am (1 edits total) Edited By: The-Magicians-Master
	OOC:Thank you Pash for your archival memory and allowing me to re-open an unsolved case of the game. Thank you again for your input. TMM IC: Homicide Detective. Kol Phoenix Coruscant - 6th Precinct, Coruscant Municipal Police Department(CMPD) "I still had nothing to do with the murders, Detective." The age-old killer returned his wispy glare to Kol. The room was dark, and a small light illuminated the Kaster’s face, giving the illusion of a floating head. Kol was a statue of silence as he gave Kaster an emotionless visage. "You Mr.Kaster, have been stating your cooperation with us and yet you have been denying any involvement to the murders of 35 years ago." Kol shifted his body as he leaned down and faced the man. "I had nothing to do with those murders." He re-affirmed his story. Kol smiled a knowing smile and leaned in closer to the man's face. "We have your DNA and it matches, Mr. Kaster." Kol dropped the little detail to the spectacled-man. There was a momentary silence between them. "I think I need to talk to my attorney." And that was the end of the interview. With that Detective Phoenix left the interview room and silently nodded to his Cold Case partners to wrap this up. "Kol, here's the evidence bag as you requested for the rubbish tip." Detective Vasquez said as she handed him the bag from the case they just cracked and solved. The term rubbish tip meant it was ready to be placed into the 6th Precinct's evidence room where cold cases that are solved are placed into and usually never see the light of day unless in special circumstances. "Thanks Tiara. I'll catch up with you guys at Hell's Kitchen for the celebrations." He said with lop-sided grin on his bearded face. "We'll start the drinking after the food. Don't be too long skipper." She gave the veteran Detective a wink as she went the opposite direction. Kol turned to face the door out of the room and was back in the main office which was a little more quiet now with few officers and detectives about as it was now hitting evening. Problem number one is actually finding the physical evidence from the crime. The problem is – in a lot of police agencies, what’s happened is, even though they should have kept any material relating to a murder case, they should have kept it forever because there’s no statute of limitations on murder, in reality there are all kinds of pressures on the detectives to get rid of stuff – they get pressured on ‘Hey, all this money we’re spending and all this space we’re using storing evidence.’ And the bureaucracy keeps sending them paper: ‘Can we destroy this? Can we destroy this?’ That’s what happened in the CMPD. They would keep sending detectives these sheets with lists of cases, indicating what year it was, and say, ‘Please indicate if this evidence should be destroyed or kept’. You have to assume that in at least some cases, the detectives who worked on them moved on to other cases or retired and probably their supervisors kept getting these lists, and they could see the old case numbers coming up over and over and they probably signed off on some, saying, ‘Yeah. Destroy it’ because they didn’t want to see it any more. There are large numbers of cases where the evidence just isn’t available to us any more. Recollecting his thoughts about the evidence he held in his hand as he stepped under sign called the Evidence Room. A cold case means the investigation has come to a dead end, you have no new leads, you’ve interviewed everybody, you analyzed the crime scene, and you came up cold. A case can grow cold almost instantly. And it can be solved by going back years later. Kol was inside the vast room with cabinets and huge data storage's for cold cases and unsolved case files and at the end of the room was where the evidence was kept for their respective cases which Kol began to sift through the cabinet drawer to locate the Kaster Murder file. "19992002007.....19992002008....here we go." Kol brought up the file and opened the binder-folder containing all the witness testimonies from thirty-five years ago and now Kol placed the evidence into the folder attaching it to the folder and finally closing it and taking it with him to where the solved crime cases as with each footstep echoing in the silent ventilated room as he approached the cases solved section and brought open a drawer to where this case was to be placed as he flicked through the various case folder files and snugly found its spot. "And that's that my friend." Kol tapped the edge of the file as he pushed it down in place and noticed the case file number of a case he knew to well and gave it a curious glance. "What the? Who would put this in here. This case was never solved. " The Homicide Detective pulled out the folder without opening it as he slowly rubbed his fingers on the cover of the folder and its case number. "1999200200509....." He whispered to himself as he re-traced his steps back to the Cold Case section and re-opened the same drawer as before and placed it in front of the Kaster case file. "There much better, you'll find peace in your rest when your solved." Placing his right hand over his heart as he pushed the drawer back into place and heard the faint lock that its secured. His side-vision caught something just out of place to his right with his head adjusting to his right side and noticed a drawer not entirely secured which he headed towards. "Curious. What happened here?" He asked himself as he ran his fingers on the edge of the drawer as it was never pushed into security lock as he observed it closely. "Mmmm. This is odd." As he pulled the drawer out slowly analyzing for anything else out of the ordinary. And the drawer was....empty and it picked up dust too which meant it was awhile back. And plus no one would notice this since hardly anyone comes here or linger here long enough to notice anything but their own business that was the difference for Kol, he would notice. "Okay it seems someone had this drawer completely raided through." Kol's instincts eyed the computer in the room. The computer is for data entry and updating when new case files are placed away or cases that are being re-opened and every single person has to log in their name as to who brought in the evidence, case file and then logout when done in the room. Kol brought the chair to the desk where the computer terminal was situated and began to investigate this new thread of curiosity and find out what exactly that drawer had as he typed in the reference code that each drawer has. "Let's find the rabbit hole....."As he typed away into the login and logout lists. "Here we are. Alright, Cold Case.....now this is interesting.," He rubbed his beard contemplatively. "Imperial Security Bureau, it seems it was a case of some significance if they were involved. Let's see, they logged in and logged out. Lets cross-reference to anyone from our department." He tapped the enter key to begin the cross-reference search. And the terminal beeped and one name popped up. Kol leaned in closely to look as to who it was and it took a moment to allow the name sink in. "It seems the rabbit hole just got a whole lot deeper, Alice." He remarked to the name as he cleared the screen and also made this person's name a ghost on the list for the time being until he got answers and filed in the case he just closed ad logged out as he spun around on the chair and sat there, thinking why would this person do this and even more it was against their very law to do what this person did. By default this has become an investigation, just by raiding that drawer of whatever was inside is a case right there. The Homicide Detective took a long breath before standing on his feet and brought his com-link as he began to walk out of the Evidence Room. He keyed in the channel to this person and pre-recorded his message just in-case the Chief was preoccupied. "This is Homicide Detective Kol Phoenix, Police Chief Riek Supiro I would like to have a talk with you as soon as possible in my office tonight. I'll be waiting there, ma'am." He keyed off as he made his way to the "Maw" his office as he needed a stiff drink before the Chief arrived. The term the night is still young had its sense of irony for Kol as he allowed a small smile as he disappeared down the stairs with the light of the Capital awoke in its splendor, casting light and shadows into the building as Kol was materializing in and out of. Tag: Chief Riek Supiro
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/20 2:59pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Lieutenant Esteban Corel, bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Executor. Location: Sector Zero, Imperial Centre. Esteban saw that Ozzel had been joined by the Executor’s trusted personal assistant, Di Toli. “Where’s …eh, Grand Moff Tarkin? Isn’t he on planet? I think this might be information he’d perhaps like to impart himself.” The Intelligence operative shifted uneasily at the grey-moustached admiral’s statement. “With respect, Admiral, I believe this was a matter that Lord Vader wanted to keep in-house.” The lieutenant wavered, counting the time parts till he figured he had stretched his neck out enough. “If Governor Tarkin has indeed managed to reach the surface, Planetary Defense will have a record. I will check with them, and then make contact.” He nodded a salute at the ship’s commander, glanced at Captain Di Toli, and returned to his station. This was a can of soft-bodied invertebrates, and no mistake. Tag: Admiral Ozzel, Captain Molita -----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: 6/21 12:47am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/21 1:14am (1 edits total) Edited By: Corellian_Outrider
	~OOC~ Special thanks to Pashatemur for this joint post. Its an absolute pleasure writing with you. ~IC~ Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker(retrospectively), Obi Wan Kenobi(retrospectively), Captain Rex(retrospectively) and Antan Azzameen. Location: Space above Coruscant - Corellian Action IV Freighter, 'Big Score' Standing on the bridge, Antan Azzameen shook his head to the situation. Lanes are almost at a standstill. Traffic congested and barely moving. They have schedules to keep, the cargo that they are carrying in the forward holds are perishable goods that need to be transferred into their clients hands as soon as possible. Their destination was right there, he could almost reach out and touch it: the glittering jewel of the galaxy. "Inform Coruscant Planetary Defence that we are complying and that protocols have been initiated to provide them with our cargo manifest and passenger list." * * * * * * * * * * * * It wasn't exactly from her nerves, there was something else as well. She could sense that something was different. She could not see outside the cabin for there were no windows. The whine of the engines was interrupted by a high pitched soft squeal and a series of thumps before a slight lurch and shudder indicated, they were slowing down to a complete stop. 'Is something amiss? Is this standard protocol now? How much has changed since I've last been here?' Then came an announcement from the Captain over the speakers: ["We are required to perform a security check before we are permitted further. Please bear with us for this inconvenience and we will be on our way shortly."] 'Oooooooh great!' Ahsoka sarcastically commented in her head. 'Just what I need: more delays.' She sourly glared in the direction of the bridge as she wiggled against the seat into a more comfortable position. Four personnel wearing black uniforms with red trimming and linings, entered the cabin. Slowly they went to each passenger, one by one. 'Of course being at the back row, you are the last one they get to.' The Barabel at the front stood up and protested in snarls and hisses. A testy species, though physically different, they kind of reminded her of the Nosaurian; Kerm Lightfoot. She sighed and removed the image from her mind. 'So close' She fidgeted in her seat as she waited, reassuring herself, that nothing in her ID had spurred or tripped security protocols, and with the very little traveling she’d done in the past few years, Ahsoka had found the Ursean security protocols to be stringent. She nodded to herself. ‘Piece of cake! Hurry up and get it over with. Time is ticking!' Finally one of the officers arrived and greeted her. "Your Identification card, Miss." He asked as he knelt down and held a datapad out for her into which to insert her card. Fetching her wallet from her pocket, she removed the data card and slide it into the reader. The officer glanced at her and down at the information on the datapad, then back at her. "State your name, please." She glanced to the others in the hold to see if anyone else was paying attention, then leaned closer to the officer. She didn't want her voice to carry. "Ahsoka Vashee." she whispered. The officer's eye twitched as he checked the information on the screen and then looked back at her. "What business are you here for on Coruscant?" Feeling a pang of guilt rising inside her chest, she bit the inside of her cheek and then whispered, with a slight cough and a smile, "I am.. on family related business." The officer held a neutral gaze. "Define 'family related business'." "It is hard to talk about as someone in my family might have been in that blast. I..." Her face twisted as she fought to hold back the wave of emotions. The cold sorrow taking over the warmth in her heart. "I.. have been cut off from them for a few years. I'm regarded as ... ummm.... how you say... persona non grata? I have to be there to see if they are alright." The officer gave her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry to hear that. Just one more question to go: How long do you plan on staying?" She opened her mouth to speak but held back. She never thought about how long it would take her to reach 'Skyguy'. She sighed. "As long as it takes. I guess a couple of weeks, a month?" The officer nodded and returned her card to her. "Good luck with your search. Thank you for your time Miss Vashee." She gave a light nod to the officer as he got up and left. She sighed and cupped her chin with the palm of her hand. She didn't acknowledge the other officers leaving the cabin. 'I should have gotten the earlier flight. I should have been here sooner.' * * * * * * * * * * * * "The passengers interviewed and accounted for Captain!" "Good, sent it on." Antan nodded and gestured to out the viewport, "as it is, we've been instructed to give our place in the queue to that Tri-wing. Must be some VIP-" A sharp sound came from behind. Antan turned his head as the door to the bridge opened. He watched as Sahiyena ushered his niece and nephew onto the bridge, she gave him a nod and instructed the children to not touch anything. "Passenger list and manifest sent!" "Good." He muttered and half turned to face his brother's offspring. These two were becoming a handful. * * * * * * * * * * * * They had gone. Everything cleared. Sinking back into the seat. She closed her eyes to enhance her other senses as she tried to get a grasp of what was going on outside of the Corellian vessel. The low hum grew to a familiar rumble as the engines rumbled back to life. Over the P.A. system, the Captain was updating the passengers on their progress to the port. ["We are entering the atmosphere now. Twenty minutes out."] She imagined the descent from her memories: blanket of clouds of brightly colored clouds with the tallest of spires poking through, the sun’s rays illuminating as sunset left the Temple district in purpling darkness. The ship plunging through the water vapour mass, a few minutes of obscurity until the cityscape appears below the clouds. 'Would the buildings be the same? New ones built over old ones?' She commented to herself. She imagined how the five spires of the Jedi Temple stretching up for the heavens, an ethereal glow from the captured evening light, the slender golden sliver of the horizon still visible from those towers, another return coming to mind… General Kenobi was engaged in the tactical grid along with Rex. The flicking green light cast shadows in the cramped bridge and Anakin rubbed his eyes while he stood in the dark, a moment of quiet stolen from battle. Suddenly the quiet conversation that had lulled the dark ceased and Kenobi's voice stirred the calm. "You look punch-drunk Anakin. You should turn in." "I can sleep standing," Anakin replied in turn with slight laugh. Kneeling beside Artoo, Ahsoka was picking the grit from one of his panels. She looked up and grinned at the remark her Master had made. It was fun to watch the banter play out between the two. "Well, don't do it in here, there's little enough room as it is, and you're a little big for me to tuck in these days," said Obi wan keeping his face straight. "Oh, I don't know, Master, I've tucked you in plenty of times," retorted Anakin not skipping a beat, one brow lifted. “Master Vos can verify!” "Don't listen to him, Ahsoka, he's a famous teller of very tall tales! And I hardly think Master Vos the one to corroborate, my friend, after all he can drink ME under the table!" "Riiiight! Exactly, my point, Obi wan. I think your leg's still half full!" said Anakin sticking his thumbs in the top of his belt. "Alright now, let's not cross over that line. Besides, I can't hold a candle to you!" "I don’t generally indulge...He's being modest 'Soka." "Oh am I? Come on, get some shut eye..." said Kenobi yawning. Ahsoka shook her head and gave Artoo's dome a rub. "That's a good idea, you two should get some sleep while Rex and I go over some tactics." She gave them a smug grin. "Don't worry, I'll keep the bridge nice and warm for when you two wake up." Rex looked on with a smirk but remained silent and turned his attentions back to his work. “No, that means you too, Padawan,” said Anakin firmly. "Hey!" She stood up and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "You two are the ones that are trying to see who falls asleep first. Don't drag me into this." "I have to agree with your Master, Padawan Ahsoka. We must all make report immediately upon landing. I don't need to remind you how frenzied our battle. The Council will be most inquisitive and we have far too much to relay to go in weary and not on our best metal. Captain Rex... you have the bridge." said Obi wan firmly. "Oh, but I'm not tired yet." She protested but fell in beside her Master anyway. "Can't I stay here?" "NO!" He relented though and smiled down at her mischievously, "Though if you are quick about turning in, I'll tell you a story about Master Kenobi and his Kiffu friend!" He winked, but Kenobi did not deign to take the bait. "Hah, Hah!" was the last the General said before bidding them a good sleep. Anakin looked down to Ahsoka and shrugged before laughing. "Good night Master Kenobi!" She called out and grinned to Anakin. "This Kiffu friend.. Is he that Vos person you two were talking about? I didn't quite follow what you the two of you were talking about." "Nevermind. I was only teasing Master Kenobi and yes," he said moving Ahsoka closer to the sleep she was avoiding. "But I will tell you stories about the exploits of Brother Vos - a great Jedi and wily - later!" * * * * * * * * * * * * ["-towards the exit. Please remember to take your belongings with you and-"] Ahsoka blinked. Surprised by how fast the ship had descended. 'I wasn't out of it for that long? Was I?' She stood up and stretched her legs to wake her cramped muscles for a few seconds in the aisle before following the other passengers to disembark the vessel. ["Thank you for choosing to travel with Twin Suns Transport Services."] A metallic red and black protocol droid took a bow at the end of the boarding tube. ["We hope you have enjoyed your time with our services."] The hatches had been opened. A rush of chilled Coruscant air pushed through the cabin, its metal tinged acidity evoking all sorts of confusing and sudden thoughts and apprehensions. Ahsoka breathed in meditatively to refocus. Bumps rose on the skin of her exposed back and shoulders and pulling at her jacket, she walked along the passageway to the terminal. Her eyes alert, trying to see her environment through the tiny opaque panels that lined one side of the passageway. She could only see vague dark shapes and not much else, her pupils widening as she looked intently and expectantly. Following the crowded path, she turned the corner into customs. * * * * * * * * * * * * Coruscant. She hadn't laid eyes on the sprawling ecumenopolis in years. Her breath caught in her throat. Regardless of what dire situation the galaxy was facing, the 'heart of the galaxy' still carried on. It was still considered a beacon of light for civilisation. She had lived here for a number of her early years, it still was a marvelous sight to her. After being away so long, it was hard to believe that she was finally back, that after that catastrophic night, it was still here. Her last moments on the capital were all coming back to her. It had been years of being lost and 'being lost' since that time. The coldness seeping in.... 'Talk about full circle. I left in darkness and now I have returned for the dusk.' She shook her head, it would not do her good dredging up suppressed memories. Swallowing back the hurt and confusion, she started on. Plumes of smoke could be seen in the dusking skyline billowing from the Senate building. Looking across, she could see another set of plumes, but the origin was obscured by the intervening towers. 'Could be coming from the general direction of the Temple?' She couldn't tell. The senate building was an icon, designed to withstand bombardment. To see smoke coming from it would be a scary sight to citizens all over the galaxy. 'Not as scary as seeing your former home burning...’ Yet, the wind, softly caressed her face, and she closed her eyes to the misting that made them glisten in the low light. There was something in the breeze; a familiar essence that brought comfort – faintly beginning to open in her awareness, growing stronger and stronger and no mistake to its presence! Setting her might, she latched onto that, her hand clasping her necklace. 'He is here. He is still alive. He has to be! Should I call out? Feel?' She opened her eyes again. Banks of public transports were lined up at the depot, the same shiny white chassis, molded in curving and elongated ‘pods’ to ferry new arrivals to the different locations of the Capital. Walking among them, she noted that there were a few scarlet armoured Coruscant guards keeping watch as staff informed of route changes due to recent events. There was an excitement in the air. People were reassuring one another – “the Senate is still standing”… “teach whoever did this that we’re strong!”… “it was retaliation from the last of the Confederacy – got to be…” Ahsoka turned around in a circle, trying to get her bearings. 'Air taxi? No, too expensive. Be dark soon. What to do?' She contemplated which direction she should take. 'Think of my training. I was told to never rush into an unknown situation and... we... usually end up rushing into one anyway. Not a good example. Think Ahsoka... Think... ' She lowered her eyes and looked down to the duracrete paving beneath her leather black boots. The air grew colder, causing a tingle to run down her spine. The surface of her skin pricked up with goosebumps again. 'Feel, don't think. Feel. I can feel him. He is here somewhere. Public transport has a route that runs through the district. I should get reasonable distance covered. Pray he is alright. Pray I am not too late.' Backtracking, she started shivering as she looked for a transport with the route in the direction she felt she must go. Doing up the zipper on her insulated jacket, she found the Magnaline 3000 airbus for which she had been searching. ‘Ah, one leaving in 3 minutes. Why is it I’m always running for transport?!’ she groused as she pumped hard up a ramp, into the blue night, a glaringly bright AB platform above her. One was just docking now. She slipped in a flash through the disembarking passengers thronging the platform and boarded the crimson coloured, streamlined airbus, paying her fare with what credits she had on her and found a spot out of the way and falling into her seat. Did the man across from her mean to stare? Ahsoka turned her face from his gaze as the Airbus shot forward and entered its assigned lane, the slow turn allowed the passengers to take in the vista of lights and buildings. It was tempting to be wide-eyed and watch the scenery go by. 'But that is not why I am here.' Ahsoka reminded herself. Although the temperature in the cabin was warmer that outside, she still felt cold. She felt edgy, as though there were eyes watching her every move, waiting for her to be taken off guard. She shivered again. Adrenaline started coursing through her. Her instincts were fighting to take over. Her right hand grasped the tip of her right lek and started wrapping it around her fingers to calm herself. Her left around her necklace... 'Concentrate. Focus.' She closed her eyes. 'Hold on to that... kindle...' * * * * * * * * * * * * Ahsoka didn't dare open her eyes. She needed to block out all visual distractions to concentrate. The sensation varied in intensity. At one point she gasped. 'There....!' Her eyes opened wide. Looking across the opposite windows of the bus in the direction she had felt. It was night now, the city had become a dazzling world of lights. There was something else, an unusual sight to see on a world that was practically engulfed by urbanisation: mountains. She squinted and leaned forward to see closer... to have an exiting pedestrian blocked her line of sight. 'Get o-' She gasped in realisation. 'Move!' she screamed at her body to act. Her legs kicked into action as she jumped to her feet and squeezed between the other standing commuters and leaped out the doors as they were closing. She landed on the platform running, behind her the airbus pulled off into the night sky. Slowing her pace down she gasped, almost giddy feeling him near! A few city blocks away she could see a mountain range. The memories it triggered were of a time she was a Padawan... 'or was it youngling? It was a long time ago. A blur.. was taken to attend a service...' Her jaw dropped. 'I have been there before... I know it.' The recognition of a few buildings in her surroundings reaffirmed her memories. She quickened her pace. There were lights adorning the rocks, minarets and spires, arching and rhythmic structures, scalloped with towers, climbing up the mountain and looming larger as she approached. Lights on the sidewalks illuminated her path as she crossed through a well populated and kept set of gardens. The leaves swish as the trees and bushes swayed in the evening breeze. The people passing, enjoying the early nightlife, reclaiming sanity after the bombing were unconcerned by her presence. She felt odd. She slowed down and looked about. Everything was strangely familiar yet different. As though she... the lights turned as though twisted in a kaleidoscope. Her vision dizzy. "No...no.." Her voice breaking. "Not now.." Time felt like it was leaving her behind, each step forward felt like she was pulled back four. Placing her hands over her face, she closed her eyes and took deep ragged breaths. There was too much noise. Too much clutter. Her head was spinning. There were voices. "I've got to keep going." She gritted her teeth and growled at her disorientation. Peaking through her fingers, she spied a bench a couple of metres away. She made her way over and held onto the backrest as she sat down. Her body started shivering. Breathing in the night air slowly, she placed her fingers on either side of head and massaged her temples. There was too much pressure, too much to take in, almost paralysing. 'Get a grip. Just get a grip. It is not then, this is now! It is different.. it is not the same. I can't think.... This is too.. What do I do if this backfires? I have to go on. I have to keep moving.' She started to clear her mind of any thoughts. Focusing on her breathing. She sat there for a few minutes. Her nerves started to calm down now. Taking in her surroundings, she could see cafes, shops and stalls. Lively music, instruments sounding exotic to her, brought about a pleasant atmosphere. Other couples walked arm in arm through the garden. At the end of the area she could see the side of the multi-towered Embassy rising up the side of the mountain. She knew somewhere within is the one she is desperately searching for. ‘Can I just walk in?’ She had to get inside 'But how? The stone walls look climbable, the bridges connecting each tower together would be fine to get across,' her eyes drift up the length of the tower. 'The walls at the lower levels are too exposed, surveillance and security would be able to spot me before I reach those terraces in the next section. Judging by the patrols, they would bring me down before I could get anywhere. I have been hiding all this time, last thing I need is to expose myself causing a scene and get killed. I still need to know exactly where he is.' Her eyes lowered to the entrance. 'A less confrontational way would provide better results. More practical as I could find where he is and find a way to him than charging in. I would have a better chance walking out undetected if something goes wrong. Also the element of surprise... ' She stood up and walked through the garden to the Embassy entrance, her eyes alert for any condition that would affect her 'mission'. Ideas formulating in her mind of what she should say and do. Before the doors, she gulped and held her breath as she entered through the entrance into the Embassy. * * * * * * * * * * * * People passed, talking animatedly, a couple of speeders whizzed by, all of that noise drowned out by the beating of her heart, though she was alert to her environment. The monumental supports and arches, the fountains and caryatids, friezes and liveried guards were enough to incite anyone to pause, but for Ahsoka, in rushed all the questions she’d managed till not to fend off. 'Why am I here? Skyguy needs me. No, that's not entirely it! What AM I doing here? Why did I come?' She sniffed and rubbed her nose. 'I came to be home.’ Ahsoka looked to the north to see two of the abandoned Temple’s spires. ‘There is no place for me, I don't belong anywhere. I don't even belong with my own people. Shili was a disaster. I shouldn't have gone there.’ ‘I had to find a way to survive to shed my identity as a Jedi. I pushed down everything, numbed my mind trying to fit into a culture that gave me my biology and that’s all! Telling myself that it was the best thing to do. It was wrong, a complete disaster.’ The memories of the bans, the tribal vetting, the marriage ceremony made her feel cold and lost, bitter and confused. ‘”Poor, Ahsoka! She has been misguided! It is because you have gone against the grain, gone against your Togruta nature, your own hunter’s nature.” Telling me how I must be, pouring their words with passion and sugar as if I’d be inspired to see the light. Petting me with sweet reassurance, like I wouldn’t recognized their flattery for fawning!’ ‘Analyzing me up and down! “We know who you really are, Ahsoka" – like they are in my head! Treating me like an oblivious unmindful, naïve youngling! I knew to resist, to go. My instincts told me to fight it and I continued, like I was powerless. I was already mess up inside when I arrived on Shilli. Sculpting, manipulating, shaping me to fit their perfect model – totally ignorant of their own fallibilities!’ ‘They wanted me confused, like confusing the prey and once they identified my vulnerability, they tried to exploit and manipulate. Make me behave like all the other little Togrutas! Taking advantage for their own warped and limited views and I tried to comply all the way up to the wedding day!' She rubbed her neck and folded her arms tightly against the sensation in memory of that bastard's hands. There were good people too! For beyond his gruff exterior, Kerm really did care – ‘I should have called him,’ she thought with regret. ‘There were few that if given time could have been a friend. Zaa, though I do feel sorry for her.’ The rest of the galaxy wasn't crash hot either; she’d been the object of scorn and seen the growing discrimination against non-humans. In some quarters, thugs loosely organized around some sort of ridiculous credo roved the streets spreading their hate and fears like the poodoo it was, making more hate! 'What am I doing here? I've ventured into the heart of the Empire.... I was miserable on Rendili. That is not a life, not my home. I have not been living all this time. I’ve been in limbo, not knowing, regretting – I’ve got to tell him why I did it. I have to know if….' The bright lights jogged her mindfulness. Ahsoka stepped briskly to the reception desk in the center of a busting and expansive foyer. TAG: Ursean Embassy (Pashatemur) -----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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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 6/21 6:36am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	~OOC~ The Coruscant Planetary Defence should also be in the Tag for Ahsoka's post. It should read: Tag: Ursean Embassy / Coruscant Planetary Defence Also welcome back X-T-M, been quite some time since we last saw you here. -----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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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/21 6:40am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/21 6:54am (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: This post was made in generous collaboration with C_O and SSS. 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 Colton, 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 Part 2: Bound As the turbo-lift ‘thrumbed’ beneath his feet, the Kiffu leaned back against the bulkhead to digest all that had just transpired. He replayed the scene over in his mind, looking for anything subtle that he might've missed the first time around. Never one to gossip, Vos pondered what he should divulge to the new Emperor, if anything… After THAT escapade, he was more than convinced that Amidala would soon bury herself beneath her own hubris. The only thing that stayed his hand was the gleaned knowledge of Vader’s awareness regarding her treachery. For Quinlan, that meant her antics were to be tolerated and thus he quickly re-directed his ire at Pestage. Vos sneered to himself at her lack of insight. She was so quick to lecture about diplomacy and etiquette but was ignorant to the fact that she was blinded by her own arrogance. Even as she chased him down the hall, Vos knew she still didn’t get it: “Probably NEVER will…” He mused to himself as the lift descended with a smooth pin-point stop and the doors ‘woooshed’ open. The Ledaren made his way through the hassle of restricted traffic to the Ursean Embassy briefly wondering how the boy was getting on – probably mischief - and he nodded in passing to the four ‘Black Guard’ who were stationed at the door of the great port cullus that fronted the formal entrance of the tower complex that was the Embassy. He turned to look out at the urban greensward, the large garden park across from the entrance, the shops of fine and exotic goods, restaurants and residential towers. The light warmed the night, and even the noise of traffic and life’s little endeavors took on a refined sort of elegance in the Embassy district. Vos smirked. Vos entered the reception area and was met almost immediately by a slender man who walked with an air of natural authority about him. The salt and peppered Officer had deeply-set, steel grey eyes and a thin set jaw. As he approached, Quinlan probed him but the man was polished and his thoughts were reserved. The attending steward asked if he might take the Sheyftain’s cloak. Quin chuckled. “Grusse Seele, Ledaren… I am Admiral Colton, it is a pleasure to finally meet you,” said the Ursean as he extended and offered his right hand to the Kiffu. Vos shook his hand firmly and looked the man square in the eyes as he responded. “Grusse Seele, Admiral... Jan tells me that you are a man of principle and he isn’t one to fawn much...” Colton smiled wryly and gestured for the Kiffu to head in the direction of the many storied, and colonnaded rotunda beyond the entrance. The distinct echo of many footsteps over-laid their conversation as the two walked. “Did he now? Very good of my old friend," said Colton with a nod, "...and Captain di Toli owes me for the last sabac hand he lost!” Vos laughed out loud, “I guess he still hasn’t fixed that ‘tell-sign’ of his yet.” “And how are things with the Senate? How did you find Her Majesty Amidala?” asked the Admiral. "The ‘Queen of hearts’ was convinced that holding the Re's saber, also meant that she had a claim to the Throne, but thankfully di Toli was able to talk some sense into her." The Admiral stood with arms folded before him and raised a brow at the Ledaren’s comment, and then nodded to himself as he deciphered Vos’ meaning. “Some presumption from that quarter was expected. We’ll strive to keep the way straight. I hope we can count on her for a little longer.” “I suppose she’ll tow the line for now. She has…. been warned.” offered the Sheyf. They walked in relative silence for a moment before Vos cut to the chase, “Politics are the least of my concerns Admiral, my purpose here is to attend to Lord Vader.” “Of course, Ledaren…” replied Colton, “I was waiting to hear from Dr. Molita before contacting you. I understand he’s washing up and the Re is resting finally.” “I see…” Said Quin, “so we will wait for Molita then?” “I’ll confess, Ledaren, His Majesty looked like “death in a shiny box” when Molita got him into surgery. I was not prepared for the make-shift tubing and black blood,” he said nearly under his breath as they were saluted in passage. My office is taken over with the strategists. We are trying to keep this transition from expanding to too many sources. The expected difficulties in communication will seem natural enough. However, it goes well. Here, I think a less formal setting will do while we wait to hear from the doctor and to answer your question…” The Admiral ushered Vos into a restricted access lift that was labeled in Ursean, “USF Officer’s Club”. “…Yes, he will join us both shortly, but I take it that Pestage and Amedda will not?” The lift doors open onto a foyer, Ursean officers in their long grey coats filled the warm club, the mood quiet but jovial. Colton raised a hand and called for service silently as he showed the Ledaren to a seat at a private table, two garnet colored drinks arriving with them. “I’ve had my fill for the day with regards to the ruling elite,” said Vos taking a look around in the dark and inhaling the rich scented air before sitting. “Nor do I want a single one of them anywhere near the Emperor until he has been restored.” Colton dismissed the waiter and sat. “What can we expect from the Grand Vizier and Speaker and what about…Her Majesty, Amidala?” Vos didn't hesitate to reply concerning Sabe: "She is as loose and trustworthy as an unfettered ion canon, Heh Hehh Hehhh..." He laughed darkly and turned the tumbler in his hand. “And, Pestage? - I have a personal assurance that the Grand Vizier’s loyalty lies with the Re. He will ensure that the Moff's understand their importance to the new Emperor, but the Queen is not to be trusted. You have my blessing to do what you must with her, Admiral.” “That’s unfortunate about Amidala…” Colton said thoughtfully. “I noted your called up extra-surveillance. I hope it turns out our measures are unnecessary. Vos remained silent. Colton continued. “I’ve installed the Bene Gesserit here and we’ve managed to engage Councilman Quest. Do you want to speak with him?” “There is no need. Let them deal each other out… see who tips their hand first. I’m tired of all their half-measures and idle chatter…” said Quinlan with a slight wave of his hand. “I’ve had a report that Grand Moff Tarkin is on planet.” Colton rolled his glass between his palm warming the aromatic drink. “Apparently he’s in meeting with Trachta. We’re keeping an eye on that, but that’s the extent of our intelligence.” “Excellent. I’m sure you are aware, Tarkin IS NOT to be underestimated. His ambition is great, and his connections run both far and wide...” Vos regarded the Admiral momentarily before he added, “You are wise to keep them monitored.” The sound of huzzahs rose from a far corner of the stately club. The two men looked over in the directions of the clinking glasses. That’s General Ose van Astrach. By the looks of him, he’s played out,” said Colton gesturing toward a dark haired officer striding heavily from the happy crowd. Colton returned his attention to Vos. “Also, Pestage has already sent out a memo convening the Ruling council.” Vos chuckled. “All part of the plan. I have a funny feeling that Pestage is licking his chops in spite of the collar around his neck. Those in his company should see an award-winning performance…” The Admiral smirked. “Oh, and Carthaginian has arrived, but still waiting on the partial fleet. The reserves were sent to their mission way-over. They will want a word soon.” "Keep Magnus apprised and they shall have their word soon enough. Lord Vader's will is that we hold the line... If you want to arrange for a conferance holo..." Vos began, taking another sip of the short drink he was poured and he thought about it for a second, aware that he would then have to take questions. Thinking better of it, he offered an alternative: "Or, perhaps a recorded message would be better? Yes. That is how we will initially address the Moffs and the masses." * Colton was brought a comlink, “For you Admiral. There’s some sort of small commotion down at the front desk.” Colton looked at the steward in irritation for a moment at having been disturbed over something for which protocol would provide solutions, he was certain. He looked ingratiatingly back to the Re’s Lieutenant. “With your permission, Ledaren?” “By all means, Herr Admiral…” said the Sheyf dismissively, as he raised the glass to take another sip. The Admiral pursed his lips as he listened. “Hum. Why do you bring this to me? You know how to handle such claims. Send her off, or offer to call her a taxi to a clinic… I am in a meeting…” * "Miss Vashee, I have no appointment in the schedule for a … Princess of Shili….” The Ursean cadet looked at the comely Togruta’s somewhat sullied and worn ensemble with a raised brow. The silver diamond curve lekku band adorning her smooth and open brow not withstanding, she was otherwise in decidedly travel-ragged attire. “The Re is very busy as you might imagine.” Ahsoka shook her head and thought to herself, her eyes focused beyond the cadet. She could not wait more after waiting so long.... "I can assure you that I have been summoned but as you say, he is busy and might have been unable to relay the information to his aide. It is important that he sees me. He will WANT to see me. You SHOULD try again." “Yes, if what you say is true, he will WANT to see you and I SHOULD try again…” said the reception with a furrowed brow, the cyborg receptionist with whom Ahsoka had first dealt standing by and looking on the proceedings blankly. The cadet made another call, this time to an aide. He explained again that Miss Vashee claimed to have been summoned by the Re, he nodded quietly and said “tak” to the person on the other line before ending transmission. “I’m sorry Miss Vashee. The Re is unable to see you right now. You could speak with his aide or I could try Admiral Colton again…” said the cadet shaking his head, “no” subtly. Ahsoka frowned, 'the more exposure to others, the more chances of my cover being blown. The same goes for standing in the same spot. It is something I can't waste my time arguing over. Always keep moving. Just keep moving.' "I... I think it would be best to speak with the aide." Her eyes briefly checked out the other people nearby incase they posed a threat. "Would it be possible to do that in person?" "I'll see, wait a moment," said the now frustrated young man and he stepped away from the desk to disappear across a vast golden rotunda Ahsoka stood where she was, her gaze followed an imaginary line around the rotunda that tracked up to the ceiling what must have been 150 meters above by her summation. Level upon level of colonnade balcony rose in scrolling capitals and gold pressed latinum. "Miss Vashee?" The cadet had returned and now beckoned her. Her sights sharply directed back at the cadet. For a second she quizzically looked at him, unsure what she was suppose to do. "Oh" She stepped forward and nodded, pulling on the hem of her black leather jacket. The Cadet turned with Ahsoka in tow and they passed from the vaulted rotunda to a large corridor. Another male officer, an aide met them and smiled as he greeted the visitor. "I'll take it from here," said the young Ursean. I'm Mr. Zarcov, Miss Vashee is it?" "Yes?" Ahsoka nodded and gave the cadet a smile to say thank you before returning her attention back to the officer. "Ah... well, come in," he said as he gestured toward an office with a large seal above of it of Dragon and Bear surmounted by two birds in flight, and a series of stars under their feet. The office was imposing and lushly appointed. Off to the side the aide lead Ahsoka into a more modest but no less well appointed space, a garden beyond the windows. The night was solid outside, the planet having turned relentlessly in its orbit. "Your name is Ahsoka Vashee and you are Princess of Shili?" She fought the temptation to look about the office at the decor. "My name is Ahsoka. Princess is a title that would be questioned by some in my family. I have been on shaky footing with certain members..." she caught herself from staring out of the window. "Zaa is bound to her people. Her life planned out for her. Arranged marriages and all that. What type of life is that? It is not for me." "I see... but you say the Re knows of you and will want to see you?" "That is correct." She crinkled her nose. "The use of the word 'want' implies that he doesn't need to, which is not true. I have been called about an important matter." "Um...I cannot know what the Re wants or needs except what I've been told. I will be straight with you, Miss Vashee. We generally must have some other referents to warrant an appointment besides the word of the supplicant. We try to make every effort to be sensitive to possibilities and because it is their Majesties’ explicit policy to listen to the people as their stewards. His Majesty, the Re likes to avail himself to individuals as a matter of understanding the "current" as it were. So, if you'll give me an address or a means of getting in touch with you, I can offer your name and contact you. Probably in four to seven days time from now," said Mr. Zarcov with a dismissive smile. "Four to seven days time?" She lowered her voice. "Then it will be too late." She pulled back her two lekku behind her shoulders so that the twitching did not betray how nervous she was feeling. 'Just keep breathing and don't panic!' she told herself 'It'll be fine'. "You need proof that I am sincere?" "Miss, if we allowed an audience to everyone who wanted to see the Re, he would not have time to govern! It’s a simple matter of physics. He cannot be everywhere at once. It is our job to follow his agenda and sometimes, unfortunately, we must make exclusions. I am given a schedule each week, and it may change, I may have to rearrange it, particularly on days when unexpected things happen - like today." She glanced down at her lap. She wanted to wrap the tip of her lek around her finger to calm her nerves or to hold the necklace... 'The necklace' "I am the proof." She said quietly, almost to herself then raised her head to look the aide in the eyes. She spoke clearly and calmly. "I am living proof that should allow me to see him. I don't mean to sound... bonkers or whatever. It is possible to show him a recording? You have something that can record and archive surely? If not to him, what of Art.... his astromech?" "His astromech…Oh, yes the navigation unit. Yes, I ... I don't know if he is in the Embassy right now..." said the aide airily. “Though of course, we can call the astromech." "Is it possible for me to record a ten second message with my image included and have someone show the..." the word was on the tip of her tongue. "The Re now? Wouldn't that save a lot of time and he has the power then and there to say no and work can resume?" "I suppose ... so...let's see,” Zarkov said thoughtfully. She clasped her hands in her lap and raised her eye brow. She couldn't stand all this when she could feel how close she was to HIM. "Ah, here we are!" He input the call code and the two sat as the call rang. Her leg started shaking. Reaching up, she pulled her right lek back over and started curling the tip around her fingers. The shaking in her leg eased up and stopped almost immediately. There was a click and scrolled message brightened the screen of a monitor at which the aide sat. He smiled and typed in his request and leaned over to direct a hololens toward Ahsoka. She inaudibly gulped down the saliva building up in her mouth. Every few seconds her eyes drifted to the window. She was tempted to ask for some fresh air to be let in so she could breathe better. Letting go of her lek, she unzipped her jacket partially to allow her to hold the carving hanging about her neck to calm herself down. Then the aide directed the holo lens toward her. There was silence and suddenly over the audio came a series of excited beeps and whistles. "I'm sorry, Miss. Something seems to be wrong with the unit." She tilted her head abruptly to flick her left lek back over to her chest. Pulling the necklace out over her jacket's zipper, she stared at the.... "Artooie?" She almost cried out. The cadet hurriedly began to send requests to the unit for a diagnostic But Artoo beeped excitedly back at Ahsoka's voice. "Artooie!" She was excited to speak with an old friend. "Oh I'm so glad to hear you. It's Ahsoka!" * “I was available at the moment when others were not, Bail…” Organa leaned back for a moment, the leather of the chair creaking as he did so. “Quite a responsibility! So do you support his positions, Sabe…” he was asking before the R-2 unit who had been quiet and unobtrusive suddenly ‘came to life’ in a burst of beeps and whistles, spinning around in his spot. "I'm sorry Bail. I don't know what's going on," said Sabe as she watched Artoo roll about in circles. "Whoooooooo....beep, beep.. woooooooooooo..." blurted Artoo, following this with a series of whistles inflected every which way. * "I think it's broken," said the aide confused and taking his hands from the keyboard. She felt relieved to hear the droid. She had missed him terribly. She wanted to tell him so much about what happened. She heard the aide's comments. "Broken? Are you familiar with droids Mr Zarcov? This droid is not broken." Across the screne the words, "Padawan, Padawan... Snips!" "Master hurt.... Master Anakin... hurt...." over the audio a series of mournful sounds followed. "Artooie," A shiver ran down her spine. 'Hurt! I'm too late! I'm too late.'. Her bottom lip drooped as she pressed her hand against her chest. "Where abouts is he? He needs to see me." Her eyes looked to Mr Zarcov. "Where is he? I need to see him now." "I can't say. What is going on here?" Artoo sent another message. "Embassy... Dr. Molita. He is with Dr. Molita." She read the information Artooie had given her. He was here in this building, R-2 confirming what she already felt. She would go barging through every room if she had to but such rash action wouldn't be allowed. 'Like I would let them stop me.' she remarked in her head. 'Dr. Molita.... I'm not sure if I have come across him before...' "Mr Zarcov." She sighed, "Artooie.. His droid knows me very well and trusts me. Doesn't that demonstrate how close I am to the Re?" The Ursean looked at her suspiciously. She knew something particular. He could not tell what. Perhaps she had in some way conveyed a stealth code to access the droid. “I am ending this transmission. What have you conveyed to that droid?” Zarcov said rising and bringing his com up to his lips and a blaster from his side. “Hands up and no sudden movements.” She shook her head in frustration and sunk back into the chair. "He is not just a droid. He is a friend." She whispered and slowly raised her hands, palms facing towards him. "Is that so hard to believe?" Zarcov leaned forward and unclipped the spanner from Ahsoka’s hip and stood up straight. “That unit is a droid, Miss Vashee. The personal property of the Re. What code did you send that unit?” She almost growled at him for taking her spanner. 'Don't! Growling doesn't make things any better.' "Code?" Ahsoka narrowed her eyes. "This is no trickery. I have been honest with you that the Re does know me. Artooie confirmed my statement. If the Re was here now he would also confirm that I am telling the truth." * “I’ve no idea, Bail. I’ve never seen it carry on like this.” Said Sabe rising from the chair in which she sat and reaching the door, opening it and calling Soobie who immediately called the Ledaren’s com. * "This entire planet is under an alert. With the death of the Emperor Palpatine and our Re's sudden ascension to the Imperial Throne, you can not imagine your actions would not appear suspect. Look, the less comotion, the better for you. Now, tell me who you are," he demanded. "You have not been completely truthful. I sense it!" "Commotion? I'm not looking to cause any trouble. My name IS Ahsoka." She held herself back again from growl at him. "As I have told you, I am living proof that should allow me to see him. We have known each other for years now. He had summoned me about an important matter. I had been delayed for several hours..." She squeezed her eyes closed to force out an unpleasant thought. "...and I fear that I have been several hours too late. I neeeeeed to see him." She opened her eyes and avoided his gaze. "Is there no one else?" A Black Guard appeared at the door. “Mr. Zarcov? Sergeant di Berilina! You have a problem, Sir?” The guard looked to Ahsoka. “I am holding this woman on suspicion of espionage. So far we are cooperating. I need to notify, Admiral Colton. If you could over see her security for the moment, I would appreciate it,” said Zarcov quickly. The Sergeant gave his ascent and stood in silent watch while the aide let himself from the office. * “Sorry, Herr Admiral, min arri,” said the same steward who’d interrupted before with the earlier com. “What is it now,” asked Colton rhetorically, taking the offered com. “Ledaren,” said Colton apologetically, just as Vos’ com buzzed. “…Espionage?” Colton looked across to the Sheyftain reading message from Miss Soobie. The message was hastily input: //R-2 unit seems to be busy responding to some outside stimulus. Someone has accessed it remotely. Please advise!” * "Espionage?" Ahsoka started laughing, not just from nerves but how ridiculous it sounded to her. She was beginning to feel nauseous. "May I please have my hydrospanner back then?" The Sergeant, nodded and opened his free hand. "I believe Mr. Zarcov took that with him, Miss." "What happens now?" Ahsoka asked him. Her left leg started shaking again. She pressed her hand against it to try and stop it. "I think that would be up to you, Miss," said the guard. "Really?" She breathed out. The office felt confined and suffocating now. Part of her wished she had asked for the window to be opened earlier. "I had the impression that it wasn't up to me." di Berilina stood firm, but he was not immune to the anxiety building in the young Togruta. "I'm required to see to your security, Miss. I am not privy to the particulars of your detention, but yes, I'm sure the outcome is up to your cooperation." Nervously, Ahsoka removed her wallet and slid out her identification card not really aware of what the guard was saying, her heart aching. To be so close and to be held back! "Is this what you require?" “Hands where I can see them, Miss,” said the Sergeant alerted to her sudden moves, his blaster cocked. "Huh?" She looked at him, puzzled by his reaction and raised her hands as instructed. A card extended from between her index and middle fingers. "It’s my ID..." * Vos lifted his glass once again, listening as Colton relayed the intel. “That isn't possible; because the astromech’s mainframe is secure.” Quinlan emptied the crystal container in his hand and sat the glass down. “What's that you say, Ledaren? I think we have the infiltrator in the office of the Re!” Quin closed his eyes briefly and reached out with the Force, probing the stream for insight. Sensing nothing deviant, the Guardian re-opened his eyes: "Admiral, I sense no treachery… Have it sent to the Embassy. Another round?" Colton spoke over the com again. "Have her brought to me." "Her?" asked Vos as he motioned for the waiter. Colton puffed and then ordered another two drinks. * Ahsoka was brought quickly Quin closed his eyes briefly and reached out with the Force, probing the stream for insight. "I'm told you were able to access the Re's astromech, Miss Vashee." said Colton rising to greet the detainee. “Do you know why that is noteable, Miss?" "Mr. Zarcov had contacted Arto.." started Ahsoka looking from Colton to Vos warily. "That's because the R2 unit is familiar with Miss Tano..." interjected the Ledaren before she could speak further. Colton shot the Ledaren a surprised glance. "Yes?" he queried and then turned to Ahsoka. She corrected herself. "Well...ah...the Re's astromech, yes," she said regarding the dark Kiffu, her brow furrowed in suspicion at his comment. Something in the yellow tats and manner rang so familiar... Her jaw clenched, her eyes slimmed with surprise and anxiety, but with an inward admonishment -'Keep calm Ahsoka,' she regained her composure. The Kiffu rose to his feet, "Yes indeed, Herr Admiral. And Miss Tano and I have never met, but I am sure she knows who I am." Her eyes followed him. She didn't trust herself to speak. Her muscles tensed, her eyes quickly darted to look for a window or some possible escape, then back to the two men. 'If I run now, I might get out before…' Colton looked to Vos in surprise. Miss Tano? But her name..." "She is the Re's former pupil, and a Jedi... but espionage is not her purpose here, is it?" She winced at the word Jedi. She was not one of them. ‘I’m a mechanic!’ Maybe she was going to be, but that was a long time ago. Her life couldn't be more different now. "My name is Ahsoka." She raised her eyebrow; there was something about the tattooed man. 'How does he know me? Why should I know him?' "Where is her lightsaber?" asked Vos taking note that her hip was empty The Admiral jumped in immediately. "I think we might speak more privately. Come with me," said Colton looking about the room quickly at the mention of the word, ‘Jedi,’ waving over the steward. Mr. Zarcov stepped forward. "She had only this, sir," he said holding the suspect spanner out. "Steward, open that private room. Hurry, man," commanded Colton. "I'll take that." said the Kiffu as he used the Force to call the hydrospanner to his hand, "And you would know me as Master Vos, young one." "In here," said Colton looking about and closing the door after them. “Mr. Zarcov, that will be all, and Sergeant, wait outside the door please.” Both men saluted and Colton turned to Vos and Miss Tano. "What is this all about?" "May I.." she started and reached for the tool as she saw her hydrospanner called to the man naming himself, Vos. "Vos? As in Master Vos? The one that Maste..." She caught herself. 'The one that General Kenobi and my Master always mentioned?' Part of her felt intrigued to see him with her own eyes. 'The one that Master Secura...' "Yes, I am THAT Vos; but now I serve as the Emperor's Ledaren and this, this is Admiral Colton. What we’d both like to know is, what are you doing here?" Ahsoka looked down at her feet, the tips of her lekku twitch nervously. "I... I was summoned here." She tried to explain. She didn't know how much she could say. She didn't know how much she could trust them. How and why was Master Vos at the Master’s side? He had been a Jedi. Why was no one spooked by His being a Jedi? Were they just going to turn her in? No! "I need to see him." Colton folded his arms and watched the Togruta and Kiffu curiously. "I'm sorry Miss Tano, but the Emperor is unavailable... especially for an audience with one so vague," said Vos by way of admonishment. If it was credibility she sought, she’d have to be clear and succinct and he could feel she was having difficulty being clear in herself! The Kiffu looked down at the hydrospanner that felt unusually heavy. He inspected it further. "So vague?" She raised her brow. "I don't underst...grrrr." She shook her head in frustration and sighed away her growl, her training rising through the murky waters of 7 years of running. "Speak your mind Padawan, the doors are closed and time is short..." Vos encouraged bowing his head to capture Ahsoka’s glance. "May I?" She held out her hand for her hydrospanner as Vos hefted it. It was bugging her that it wasn't by her side. "There's hardly any power in it anyway,” she protested, following the spanner with her eyes as it traveled up and down several times. She bit her bottom lip and looked to both of the two men. "I don't know how to describe it but Skyg… I mean, the… Re 'came' to me. He asked me to find him. He said it was important." Colton raised his brows. She reached for her right lek and started wrapping the tip around her fingers. "I don't know how best to describe it. I was running and then... It felt real. He was there. Something’s going to happen. He said that I must find him. He neeeeds me," she pleaded. "Coming here ... wasn’t easy…" She let out a deep breath. Dizzy, she shook her head to try and lose the feeling. Her journey had been a single-minded obsession, lacking food and much needed sleep. When she did sleep, it was fitful. Now she was so close to him. The more minutes passed, the more she felt him. The ‘spanner’ yielded up the sound and vision of the former Padawan’s past, the whir of a mechanics shop, a desolate city scape, Togrutan cultural artifacts. Ahsoka shifted nervously as she watched the Master, the hydrospanner in his upturned hand, remembering the event of Anakin’s appearance to her. It had been accompanied by a mishap and she was never certain just how or what had happened, but she felt him, he WAS there, as impossible as that would seem. They weren’t going to believe her. Vos watched her closely, the ‘spanner’ having already yielded the truth of her connection to the Re. Ahsoka looked away from Master Vos and the Ursean Admiral, as she remembered sadly her words to the Council. It was for HIS sake she made the request…it was supposed to help and all it did was hurt Anakin! "I … understand your …concern, but the Emperor is not to be disturbed,” said Vos firmly, though now he understood the Padawan’s return. However, Quin knew Vader’s condition was critical. “I'm sorry, Ahsoka, perhaps when his schedule permits, he will send for you." 'Not be disturbed? Schedules? Her head hurt. "NO! NO!...” she blurted out in frustration. The men stood alert, but for Vos, who cradled his elbow and rested his chin against the knuckle of his upturned fist as he considered the Padawan. Ahsoka swallowed dryly and murmured, “May I sit down please?" Colton nodded. He pulled a chair for the Togruta. Taking a seat, she rubbed her eye with her palm. "Keep with me please. Not long ago I was on... it’s not important where, but I was in a race. A street race. I felt this numb feeling and coldness in my chest…" Yes, she was falling… dizzy, she felt hollow… Time seemed to pull away feeling the distinct dislodgement that accompanied entry into hyperspace, she told them. Ahsoka remembered the race… Sandy had just passed her...ball or fur…. Ahsoka’s lips turn up in a half smile. Maybe I felt what I wanted to, even the pain in my chest… And then… he was there! "Ahsoka...?", he said. He didn’t know how he was present with his former Padawan. Ahsoka looked from Master Vos to the Admiral. “I didn’t believe it either. I called to him by name.” “He laughed,” Putting her hands to her face, she could almost feel her cheeks warm, just as they did then. Anakin had noted she was herself, unchanged in her frenetic way. "It really is you!" She laughed for the first time, in a long time, with joy. "That's the 'Skyguy' I remember. I was afraid this was some cruel trick." He was so cryptic. “might be… you meant to be afraid…” Her eyes lowered, feeling slightly disappointed. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up." She muttered to herself and looked back at him, forcing a smile. Maybe he hated her for what she did. "If I were meant to be afraid then something... something terrible is happening?" Anakin answered cryptically, "Could be the worst is o.....Find me... Ahsoka..." His figure faded in Ahsoka’s ‘vision’ "Don't go!" She cried out and reached out to him. "I-I-" ...into the darkness... "Don't go.." She whispered trying to hold onto his lingering touch. She woke in a fever, but she didn’t tell the two men that part. Fallen through glass, apparently, but ever since that “vision,” she’d been sleepless, obsessed, determined to put the questions to rest, to find her Master. She closed her eyes tightly and growled to herself. "I'm sorry but this is taking too long and I can't wait any longer." She looked up to Master Vos. "Master, can't you tell me if he is alright, at least? I need to know. I NEED to see him!" “Your former Master is resting,” said Vos and then he took Ahsoka’s gaze. “There is no reason to worry, young one …” His sentence was interrupted. Suddenly, the door opened to admit the steward again. He leaned in to advise the Admiral that Molita was on his way up. "Yes," said Colton looking to Vos as he spoke to the steward. "Send him in immediately." "Molita!" said Colton who turned to the door through which the doctor was expected to arrive. The dark-haired doctor entered, tired, but cleaned up. "Doctor Molita," replied Colton to the Doctor's salute. "Well?" Molita was about to speak and then looked to the Togruta. Colton advanced to the door and waved to the guard, “Take Miss Tano outside and stand by.” 'Dr Molita!' She recognised the name from what Artoo had told her. Ahsoka's eyes drew to the worn out man who had entered. She had to stay, it is important that she could speak with him. Her mouth opened, prepared to protest with the Admiral's orders. She saw the expression on Master Vos' face and she held back the words. Rising to her feet, she looked down then flicked her gaze back up. The door closed again and Ahsoka stood outside quiet but agitated, wanting to hear the doctor's report. She leaned her montrals toward the door little by little. As she did so, her face turned a shade paler. The conversation was so muffled. She had to ‘re-create’ the conversation, wondering if she was projecting her worst suspicions or not.]]] She shot a wary glance to the Black Guard who clearly discerned her intent but had been ordered to stand at the ready. The stand off in the warm dark of the hospitable club, music interlacing convivial conversations, was a study in surrealism. Inside, Molita exhaled heavily before beginning. "I removed a lot of necrotic tissue, more unfortunately than I could wish from the lungs. However, he is healing rapidly. He needs rest." “We have tissue salvaged from the EmPalReconSU. I’ve no idea how reliable it is. The cryogenic case in which it was stored had failed earlier, but timers were destroyed and the degrading conditions,” Molita gestured impatiently. “The point being, while it’s his compatible tissue, it may not be viable enough to grow. We may not be able to accelerate the growth without compromising the integrity of the tissue. Then he might reject the transpant! There are many variables and I have to account for the possibility he will need assisted breathing and circulation. Colton exhaled with concern. Outside, Ahsoka was not certain, but she thought she heard “degrading conditions… reject the transplant… assisted…circulation? "I can’t be too late..." She whispered to herself. "I failed him." Her brows knitted while the guard himself, watching the Togruta’s subtle and intriguing expressions change found himself cocking an ear. Colton needed to gain a clear understanding of what this would mean for the tightknit team of supporters who were now propping up the precarious government in Re’s absence. “Doctor, you say he’s stable. Regardless of the solution, can you give us any idea of how long we must wait before he is able to address the public?” The Admiral had seen the young monarch brought into the Embassy. He needed reassurances. "I cannot condone his making any sort of public appearance in under less than 3 days and even then it must be sparing. The man needs rest! If he’d rested and taken treatment early on on the Vitt Utarde, we’d be far better off now. You know the Re for a stubborn man, he’s going to feel he must be up and about when he begins to feel the least bit better. I have sedated him heavily,” said Molita knowing full well Vos had heard Vader’s orders against the use of sedatives. The doctor lifted his chin firmly. He was going to stand his ground if there were objections. He regarded the Admiral again and saw the concern in the man’s face. ”To reassure, you, that you may reassure others, I will permit you to see him, but I implore you, for his good, we must not disturb his rest.” "I need to see him." Ahsoka breathed. "I’ve waited so long. I have to,” she asserted under her breath and reaching out in the Force to locate Anakin more specifically within the Embassy. Traveling through the Embassy unnoticed would be difficult in the midst of so many force sensitives, she thought, a quick glance upward at her still “sounding” montrals and then panning the amber lit club, a bright light flashing as wait staff entered the dark from a service door, the gaming room beyond the soft lit bar, the dining rooms and the kitchen beyond that, before looking to the Black Guard. “I … uh… I’m feeling dizzy…could I sit down, at least. So … dry…” she said sincerely, for both statements were true. Colton nodded thoughtfully. Ledaren, I differ to you. Vos gestured towards the door and all three men exited the room. Ahsoka spun around as the door began to open. 'What is to happen now?' She threw that thought out of her mind as fast as it had appeared. She already knew what she had to do, regardless of what they tell her. "Your hyrdro-spanner is... unbalanced." Said Vos as he held his grip firm and with the other hand he slipped her a debit card with 500 credits. He spoke softly to her, "I'd get that fixed before you use it again." As she took the weapon back, Vos straightened and made things clear, "Leave your contact information, and you have my word that if the Emperor desires, he will send for you." Her hand reached to open the small pouch attached to her belt. Inside was empty. Her brow furrowed as she remembered that her comlink was left on that ship of '.... Adrassa? Adresi?...' She couldn't remember how to say his name. 'The ship that Nyll is on.' She shook her head at Vos. "I can't give you that as I have no means to be contacted with." “I’m sorry, Miss Tano…eh… Vashee…if you inquire below, the desk can make a reservation for you at a hotel,” said the Admiral urgently. “Ledaren, I have something to relay to you. A message …I’ll elaborate in a moment,” began Molita, remembering Colonel Sin’s communication. Colton looked to Vos and then to the Black Guard. "Sergeant, you may escort Miss Tano back to the street, call her a taxi for wherever she needs to go. You may call the Embassy, Miss Tano and leave your contact information when you settle into a flat or hotel. Tell them to relay your information to Admiral Colton's office. My aid will be on the look out for your message. Now, if you'll excuse us." He looked to the doctor and gestured they continue on their way. The three men moved from the front bar with some small interference as the Admiral was saluted and caused to smile and exchange incidental words. Ahsoka watched for a few seconds as Master Vos, the Admiral and the Doctor walked away and then looked to the Sergeant. “Ummm … “ said Ahsoka, “ I could use a lavatory, just now…” She shifted on her feet for emphasis. di Berilini considered the request and then looked about to point out the location. “Thanks,” she nodded, moving along quickly to the lavatory, one quick turn into that service entrance she’d seen before and then into one of three doors marked for males, females and others. Her eyes blinked as they adjusted to the brightness of the light inside the reverberant tiled interior. She paused in front of a mirror and took a look, staring into her eyes, not registering the rest of her reflection, concentrating on her assessment of her situation. 'It's unacceptable. Not good enough. I have gotten this far, I need to go further! I could give Sergeant di Berilini the slip. I could.... no. Running now would alert security. That would complicate matters. Think. I need to lose that guard!' “Are you … ok, Miss,” came a voice from behind her. TO BE CONTINUED... -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/17959370/p1 The Flower of Bast: personal journals of LDV ~\| Acroama, LD, SDO\|~ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ "It's a sin to kill a Mockingbird!"
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/21 2:09pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/21 2:31pm (4 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: Corellian, pashatemur, loved that joint post. Such flow and descriptions, a splendid imagining of what was going on. Also, thank you for addressing the PlanDef concerns, rather than simply landing. XTM! Good to see you back! TMM, always good to see another law enforcer. IC: Captain Sohmer, Krayt’s Fire Venator. Location: Sector Zero Seated in his command chair on the bridge, Sohmer gazed out the forward ports at the distant planet, and the fleet gathered around it. Rather than being among them, his ship remained several hundred klicks away from them, further away, even, than the civilian and commercial transports, now queuing to access the capitol planet. Lieutenant Stiles came up to his chair, standing at attention to the left of him. He looked up at her, saying nothing, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his thinning hair. “Sir, Executor acknowledges our message. No further contact, as yet.” “Understood.” What the captain understood, was that he did not yet have orders on how to proceed. “Have Flight Deck prep’ a medical larty and V-Wing escorts.” “Yes, sir.” The ORIC liaison officer inclined her head towards him, and moved to get on with the instruction. He planned to remain here, until either Merch or Colonel Sin came up. Tag: Colonel Sin OOC: Anyone who has seen The Hangover, may recognise the inspiration to Salenger's response to Executor. IC: Admiral Salenger, ORBI’AL Golan II space defense platform and Planetary Defence headquarters. Location: Coruscant orbit, above planetary shield Salenger was surprised at his own intense feelings towards raising and dropping the planetary shield periodically to allow “metered traffic” access to the city-planet, and had had to remind one of Teshik's aides that it was “a shield, not a yo-yo.” Still, at least the Big Score had been one of the fifty vessels able to take advantage of the first opening. “Admiral?” Salenger turned round to see that one of the random comms operators had spoken from his terminal, one of seventy identical copies of the one that Salenger was standing beside. Seventy operators were talking at once, in a low level murmuring that you got used to after a bit. “Yes?” “Executor requests the planet-side location for Grand Moff Tarkin.” “Hell are they asking us for?” The harried officer returned incredulously, “We are not his baby-sitter. Tell ‘em, he’s on the corner of ask Arc Hammer and frag off.” Salenger turned back to his own console, where he and the operator there were looking up the fleet records for a recently arrived Venator Star Destroyer, that was just sitting out there, apparently not communicating with anyone. “Ah, here we go, Admiral. Krayt’s Fire. Was Naval, but has been an Intelligence vessel since participating at the Battle of Dac. Assigned to the O.R.I.C.” The officer sighed. Why was life so complicated, sometimes? “Let’s pretend for a moment, that I have no idea what the Osk Resh Isk Cresh is.” “Outer Rim Intelligence Centre, sir.” “Oh. Well leave them alone, then. I’m sure they will put their hand up when they need the bathroom.” “Sir.” “Halcyon has just reverted.” “Ah, that'll be Grand Admiral Carthaginian.” He overheard a supervisor say, “Admiral?” "I heard." Salenger acknowledged with a sigh and and a wave. It was becoming a space version of the Emperor's Knot air traffic junction up here. Tag: No-one really. Corel, but he's mine. -----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: 6/21 2:50pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/21 2:59pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	IC: Master Whie, Agent Devon Robie, , bridge of the ‘jedi cruiser’, Haven. Location: Ylix star system The idea of calling a meeting of jedi masters had been shelved until the Secret Galactic Intelligence Service got back to them, regarding the Order 66 report from Chommel Sector. Master Whie, yawning as he felt exhaustion catching up with him, paused at the open door leading off the bridge, and looked back at the rodian agent, now on duty at the Communications Station. “What was that?” He queried. The agent leaned back in the chair and crossed his feet, legs stretched before him. “Should I pass this business with the Eclipse Star Dreadnaught on to the ARR?” The jedi shook his head. “They will start to think we have nothing better to do; I have already forwarded what we picked up from Radio Ylix, regarding the defeats at Muunilinst, Mygeeto and Kalee. That and the rest. Leave it for now, Agent.” Tag: no-one IC: Captain Che’att, Flight Officer Shaara “Bait”, Sergeant Grillo (nrc’s all), board room of the Doom 2 blockade runner. Location: Yavin Four The three Rebels had convened inside their new ship, at least, it was new to the two humans. The Rybet, Che’att, had brought the corvette into Alliance service in the first place, earning him the immediate rank of Captain, with the two blue pips on a square metal plate to denote the rank; plus carte blanche from General Darkeyes to do whatever kind of mission that he wanted, “as long as it benefits the Alliance, and preferably, hurts the Empire.” Like most of the blockade runner’s interior, the board room was laid out with sterile white panels and furniture. Situated just behind the command deck in the hammerhead cockpit section, the board room would be where the captain and his advisors planned their strategies. Dominating the room was an eight place light-table, with ten chairs around in, and a subtle holoprojector in the centre. Various two-dee maps and charts covered the walls. The room had two exits; one leading into a long corridor and deeper into the ship, while the other led forwards into the cockpit. “I am telling you,” Sergeant Grillo insisted for the third time, standing at the table, and glaring down at the Rybet. “we need more men, Captain. Just say the word, and I can have a twenty-man platoon here within the hour.” Che’att nodded. “I believe Command’s idea was to keep the crew at the bare minimum until we have completed our first mission.” “For which we want a quick hit, like procuring weapons or equipment, we will need the extra bodies to keep security off us, or to take the fight to the Imperial infantry.” The Rybet lounged in his chair stubbornly, whilst to his right, the flight officer checked under her nails for dirt. She was not getting involved. “Command does not fully trust someone of my species-” Grillo waggled a large forefinger at the captain. “Oh no, don’t transfer your own self-paranoia onto the Alliance; our policy is to give every species the benefit of the doubt. You, more than Command, are playing up the danger aspect of having too many bodies on the ship! You-” Che’att straightened abruptly, making a horizontal chopping motion with a green hand. “Enough of this! This is a proving flight. We maintain current crew numbers for that, so whatever it is that we do to prove ourselves, will have to be done with simply those resources. Is that understood, Sergeant?” Grillo dropped back into his chair, clearly not happy about it. “Understood, Captain.” “Do you want this mission to succeed, Captain?” Shaara’s voice, though soft, cut across the tense silence. Che’att frowned aside at his pilot. “Of course I do. Why would you ask...oh, you agree with me about-” “It is not about that, Captain. Yes, you still need to prove yourself, for which the Alliance has modified the ship to your wishes. And you have gathered a crew of sorts, but only enough to run her, get her from Aurek to Besh.” She pointed her nail file past the Rybet to Grillo. “What the Sergeant is trying to say, is get enough personnel to give the mission a decent chance to succeed.” Che’att glanced at Grillo, and then back at his flight officer. “Alright, what do you want?” “Twenty-five more bodies. At least twenty of whom, should be infantry stroke marines.” “Thank the Creator for girls from Tatooine.” “Thank you!” She smiled impishly at the indirect commendation, continuing, “The rest can be specialists in their fields, plus we will need more supplies to cope with the increased number of mouths to feed, droids...” “I don’t know.” The green-skinned amphibian sounded dubious. “All I know, is that I want to launch within the day.” “Say ‘yes’, and I will handle everything. I can put an alert out now for volunteers.” Grillo volunteered “Just make sure to mention, this is most probably a suicide mission, with an un-proved commander.” “And who is a fragging bundle of laughs at the best of times.” Shaara continued. “Alright then, Sergeant. Yes. Organise the additions to the crew as you and Flight Officer ‘Bait’ suggest.” Grillo stood up again. “Thank you, Captain. You will not regret this.” He saluted both, and headed from the board room, a jaunt in his step. Shaara watched the non-commissioned officer leave, then turned back to the Rybet commander. “Right then, I have had a chat with both Procurement and Intelligence, and come up with a mission profile that should be perfect for our maiden voyage.” Che’att understood that the Procurement department sought to supply the ARR with the materials it desperately needed to stay viable. He nodded for his junior officer to continue. “Bait” shifted back in her chair, and sat up. “The Alliance will always be chronically short of weapons, energy packs, supplies and materials. We have backers, of course, but every shipment that they manage to purchase on our behalf, brings more risk to themselves. We have to be prepared to do some of our own re-supply, and according to Procurement, one of the best places, with the least risk is a recent war zone.” She pressed a button on the side of the light table, and a holographic image of a semi-transparent white planet with grey patches showed up before them, bathing their face in subtle white light. The holo-image was slowly revolving, left to right. The Rybet glanced at a readout on the surface of the table. “Mygeeto? Sounds familiar.” He could not quite recall where he had heard the name though. “The Empire has been pushing through its campaign against the Separatist worlds, and this was one of the final three, along with Kalee and Muun. Typically, their starfleet will hang around the defeated planet for a while, unless they have a pressing engagement elsewhere. In the case of these three, we believe that the forces that conquered them, have been recalled to Coruscant.” “So you reckon we can land and just pick stuff up off the battlefield?” “Yes, sir.” “Ballsy.” Che’att was silent then, running the matter through his mind. “Alright then, we jump to an area close to the star system, and send your Y-Wing ahead to get the lay of the land.” “I then return to the ship, and we either abandon the idea, or plot a route through to the planet.” She nodded, brushing stray hairs behind an ear. “Intelligence have this idea, to create a database of Imperial capital ships. In the long term, if they can identify ships, work out where their home bases are, they can start to track their movements. We,” She indicated the both of them with a finger. “can kick this off, interrogating the telesponders of any we encounter; just make a pact not to return to Yavin until we have the names of at least twenty Imp ships.” The Rybet was already nodding. “Alright, yeah, agreed.” Tag: no-one OOC: Andur, this was intended to be a solo exercise, to give me some much needed action, but if you want your padawan to join the crew, just post her as coming aboard. -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/22 7:53am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/22 5:58pm (3 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	OOC: MEMO FROM THE GM I'm going to assume that several of the previous posts concerning Wedge Antilles were made to share with us the writings of a very good author, kmdavisus AT yahoo DOT com . who's works can be found at Karen's Fiction, http://www.stories.the-ridges.net/index.html and specifically, "Beginnings" at http://www.stories.the-ridges.net/booster.html The site specifies that the work may be shared with the proper attribution. I read everything in this thread, not only because it is necessary for me to perform my function as GM, but because I am genuinely interested in each and every one of you and your creative development. I am routing for all of you. Please, please, consider this, just because a work is in the public domain, it does not mean that it is alright not to reference it properly even if you are making a derivative post. In the future however, we will not share other's works in this thread without noting it. Mr. Lucas is well referenced for us on this site, so that's taken care of, bless him, but other authors who have worked hard - let's do the right thing! Please do not be negligent and compromise yourself or this site. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you! I'm not sure what has happened of late to make us so lax, but XTM is banned from this thread after a repeated offense. As with anyone banned, you may not post again till I have some assurances this will not happen again. Come on people! We can do better than this! Thank you, Pash I_H Edit: Offending posts have been removed at the GM's request. I reminder to all that repeated plagiarism may lead to bans. Please respect other users works, on and off site. -I_H -----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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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 6/22 9:09pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	GM's OOG: IGNORE THIS POST! -I_H -----signature----- In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 6/23 6:13am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/23 6:16am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: “Lady in a blue dress” is probably the chorus line in a song I once heard, but I don’t know for sure. IC: Blue Guard Stefe Billings, Detective Kate Lockley, Inquisitor Nelf, Executor office level, Galactic Senate. Location: Imperial Centre The decorated door to the emergency stairwell barged open, and the Blue Guard corporal fell through, collapsing against the wall, and sinking down it with his azure robes billowing about him. “Made it! I thought we were going to have to establish Base Camp down there before it got dark, and then strike for this level in the morning.” Behind him, Kate bounded out, helmet under one arm, looking as fresh as a daisy. She took in the corridor with a sweep of her eyes, then regarded the exhausted guard as his jellied legs could be seen to shudder uncontrollably beneath the ripples of cloak. “You want to spend a spend a week in the Coruscant Guard,” she chided, smiling down at him as the rest of his Blue Guard contingent and the Inquisitor stepped into the hallway. “No. I really don’t.” Nelf looked both ways along the corridor, unable to sense Lord Vader’s Force signature up here. There was a departing one that he had felt pass them as they were climbing the stairs, and there, yes, there was a faint one up here, to the left. “So, Billings. Which way to the Executor’s Office?” The corporal removed his feathered helm and waved it to the left end of the naturally lit hallway. “Along there, my lord. Miss Soobie should be up there. Lady in a blue dress, blue dress, blue dress.” He finished his little sing-song. Clearly exercise did not agree with him. The other Blue Guard glared at their superior, obviously feeling that he was letting the side down. “Blue dress.” The Inquisitor echoed, glancing in that direction. “Got it.” “Well actually, it is probably more of a blue jumpsuit, but that doesn’t come of the tongue so easily.” “Alright, follow us when you can, Corporal.” He nodded to Lockley, who immediately fell in beside him, and swept in the direction of the Executor’s office. GCPD officers, bounty hunter, and Blue Guard fell in behind them. “So,” Dak Trooper enquired from behind, as they neared the doors, “do we knock? Or kick the doors in, and yell, ‘It’s the Sweeney, son, and we haven’t had any dinner’?” The agent of the Dark Side flicked two fingers of his left hand towards Lockley, intending to direct his subtle mind trick, but with the required hand up on a larty somewhere, all he succeeded in doing was to hurt himself, and elbow her lightly in the side. “You will call: ‘Coo-iee, Miss Soobie! Anyone home?’” He grimaced, pain shooting from his wounded wrist. “Coo-iee, Miss Soobie! Anyone home?” Kate complied, a few metres from the Executor’s office. She blinked. Tag: Miss Soobie, and unless the doors are soundproof, Bail, Sabe, Artoo, and that cadet receptionist at the Ursean Embassy! -----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: 6/23 2:32pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/23 2:43pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: post refers to a previous encounter with a conflicted Sith, played by Eme-ma Himou. IC: Commander Henio Merch, Colonel Sin, Captain Sohmer, the Krayt’s Fire Venator Star Destroyer. Location: Sector Zero, Imperial Centre Commander Merch and Colonel Sin were riding the turbolift up to the bridge together, in response to the Captain’s address, and were..... bonding. “Never been to Imperial Centre, me.” Merch admitted, at ease with his hands behind his back, standing next to the taller, imposing man in red. “What about you, Colonel?” “I was here prior to the fleet gathering at Ursa.” “Oh yes? Bidding farewell to an old girlfriend on the eve of battle?” “I was pursuing an intruder through the Palace of the People.” The Emperor’s agent thought about the young pup, Darth Tenebrius, whose attack upon Palpatine aboard the Imperator had earned Sin his commission, and with it, the automatic respect of this Empire's military. Merch stared up at the VIP. “Did you catch him?” “’Catch’ is such a subjective word, Commander.” The parts of Sin’s face that were visible above the closed and upturned collar, shifted as if to indicate a change of expression, perhaps even a smile. “Shot him in the ass with my Death Penalty, I know that.” “Way to go!” Merch beamed, raising a hand to high five the other, but Colonel Sin merely gazed at the offered palm till he lowered it again. “Er, right.” Feeling self-conscious was not an emotion that the grizzled commander suffered nowadays, so was quite relieved when the turbolift halted and the double doors slid back, revealing the long command deck. Visible at the far end of a grey tiled walkway flanked by crew pits, Sohmer leapt out of his chair and trotted over to greet them. “It’s about time. Nice of you fellows to drop by.” The skinny captain indicated a door of to their left. “This way please.” Sin and Merch trailed the captain into his ready room. The square box was dominated by a brown desk served by four easy chairs, and a throw rug of fine tan fur that from the glassy-eyed feline’s head, and four stretched areas to indicate limbs, used to be a Big Cat of some type. “Corellian Sand Panther?” Sin guessed. "Certainly a sand panther." Sohmer barely glanced at it as he dropped into his chair and gestured his visitors to make themselves comfortable. "He was already like that when I got the room, so I was not able to get particulars.” He clapped his hands together once. “So, to business. We have reached Imperial Centre, and signalled the Executor, and are awaiting instructions. Colonel Sin, did you wish to contact anybody?” Tag: Colonel Sin -----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: 6/24 6:10am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/24 6:13am (1 edits total) Edited By: MASTER-OF-EVIL
	IC: Mara Jade and Talia Marr Coruscant - 500 Republica The Marr family enjoying dinner together at the kitchen table. Mara's thoughts were somewhere off into the distance as she was eating playfully with her food as she was distracted by what that tall dark man said to her in the hallway. Talia noticed it too as she lightly observed young Mara having the look of being within her own world. I wonder if it had anything to do with the newly arrived neighbours, earlier? Then her gaze was broken by the sound of Jonas slurping up his noodles with all his breathe, which a small comforting smile appeared on the corner of her lips. Just like your father, slurping in and out of trouble it seemed. With a contemplative smile, she continued on her dinner and wondering what was going on with Mara. Talia felt in her private moments with Mara, that she wasn't meant to grow up as a normal child would, there was something aloof with the young girl, she was meant for something far greater than this life, it was the way she looked to the world around her with her clear cut viridian green eyes, the vistas of something more whenever she has that twinkle at the corner of her eyes when she is playful or her direct nature with the maturity of an adult. Even with some of her friends, don't or will never see the true nature of her soul, a slightly broken soul, even in their little arguments, even though Talia loved her like her own flesh and blood, on some rare occasions in her eyes, they both knew she could never fill the gap that's been growing within her heart of not knowing of her true flesh and blood. The Force The new word was like a sun burning an imprint within her as now she was curious to know more about it, understand this new world and where does it come from? These questions were dancing in and out of her mind. I wish you were here now, 'Arus'. She missed him so much, she felt at peace and calm with Atrus because he had the same definition as her, the Force. The games she use to play with him, those were the times she cherished the most. The happy times she holds onto when her world is filled with a touch of darkness at night when the nightmares come out to haunt her in her sleep. The strange figures, that somehow are so real to Mara that she could feel them surrounding her, and most often than not even when awake and she is alone, she could feel them when she is alone in her room and rare instances could see them reaching out to her and sucking the breath out of her. In those times, she would desperately call out to Talia for her presence but nothing would ever come out of her voice and it was Jonas who would stumble into her room and then everything would be back to normal. I don't like being alone... Then the sound of Tali's voice snapped Mara out of her world and returned her gaze back to her plate then upto a standing Talia. "What's that Tali?" The golden-red head child trying to make sense. "I said your going to finish your dinner or not Mara?" She said cordially to the distracted child. "I'm not that hungry Tali." Mara picked up her plate and brought it to the kitchen bench and left the kitchen to the living room as she spotted Jonas playing with his toys. Mara gave him a smile and went over to him by the couch and gave him a hug from behind and let him be into his own world which Mara would return to hers as she took the stairs and headed to the balcony for some air in her solitude. She brought her small chair and sat on it as she looked in-between the rails below and beyond as the city came to life, with lights and holo-posters and various advertisements. The dark heavens surround and the heart of lights coil open as this is Coruscant's day within the night and the night within the day as there is a symmetry within the Capital. The night always has been noisy compared to the day where its silent and yet there is still buzz that really connects the two and in this Mara could relate to the planet's sympatico. It had a calming effect on her when she would stay out here and just listen and feel the life blood of the city about her. She sometimes would fall asleep out here as the 'noise' of the night-life would blanket her and never would dream a bad dream and always she found herself being covered with one when waking up the next day. Tonight for some reason felt something new was going on in the city, she could feel it in the air, there was a slight humidity, thick like a fog that was blanketing the 'noise' and new kind of silence that was never there before. She placed her chin on her hands as she observed the moving traffic below her. "I want to fly like them." She said softly to herself. She allowed herself to close her eyes and imagine what it would feel like to fly within the 'veins' of the Capital. This brought a giddy smile as her hands were outstretched as she leaned back and just feel the planet's "breath" upon her face and it made her sway slightly as the red-golden tips of her hair flowed. You will more than fly young Mara..... Her eyes snapped wide-open and looked to her left and right and all about her. "Who was that? Or was that my imagination again?" She asked herself. This was not the first time she had heard this disturbing but yet comforting voice before. After a few moments she sat down back down as her crystal-green gaze resumed looking out to the bustling life of the city. She slowly let her eyes drift shut again and this time just ignored everything else and just enjoyed the "quiet noise" of Coruscant. The voice came back to her in a very soothing manner as a gust slowly swept through her as the voice trailed past her. .......You will ignite the stars. And she smiled as if somewhere deep down, she believed in those words. To be continued....... -----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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ArgenPalos Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 6/25 12:16am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/25 12:48am (2 edits total) Edited By: ArgenPalos
	IC: Padawan Nashtah Location: Yavin IV As the suspicious Sergeant Odievo glanced warily at Nashtah as they came to an impasse, Nasthah calmed herself, surprisingly by a happy thought that flashed through her mind. In her former life as the notorious bounty hunter, Aurra Sing, she would have hesitated little in simply severing this man’s head from his body with her crimson light saber or perhaps simply a slug right between the eyes from her trusty blaster rifle would have sufficed given the chance at this man’s unabashed hostility directed at her. However, much to her delight, she realized her very mindset was changing - the idea of killing the man in a fit of anger now seemed almost foreign to her. Yes, she had experienced the expected irritation in response to the man’s thinly veiled accusations – even without using her force sensitivity she could sense his mistrust. However, she accepted her feelings and while still repeating the often used Jedi mantra to herself in her mind, there is no emotion, there is peace, she allowed the feelings of anger to pass through her. It overjoyed her that she was able to do so but then again she wasn’t out of the woods quite just yet; the man was physically blocking her path toward the Great Temple, the destination where Master Shuri and General Darkeyes were expecting their offspring to arrive under her escort. Nashtah, her arms now protectively around her ward, the indomitable Youngling Achilles, who in true Jedi fashion seemed unperturbed by the whole business, tightened her grip on the youngster. Nashtah, still holding fast but now more peaceably as she met the Sergeants glare sighed in relief as the amiable Officer Quill decided to take the proverbial “high road,” and instead of taking a side in the small squabble that had broken out between herself and the guarded Sergeant, whether the reasons be personal or more related to his position inside the Alliance, he played the conciliatory role: "Please forgive the intrusion, Padawan. The Sergeant meant well in protecting and upholding the security and within the mandate, if you would like an escort to where Consular Shuri is, we can easily provide to you without too much fuss,” he stated with a glance at his superior. "I'm sure that's within our mandate, Sergeant Odievo is it not?" Nashtah, unmoved but careful not show any stubbornness within her countenance waited for a response from the burly man. She could tell he was pondering the situation and she sensed legitimate concern from the Rebel commander, though perhaps misplaced but then again her history did lend itself to question and concern she ruminated grimly. “Very well,” he began sternly. “We’ll esort the “Padawan” to her destination,” he continued with an askew glance at Office Quill and then avoiding her gaze he directed her to follow: “Follow me, Padawan Nashtah,” he said with an unmistakable tinge of sarcasm in the word Padawan as he turned on his heels in the opposite direction and briskly began to walk. Nashtah, pleased at the result, smiled at the Anomid, Quill, and silently thanked him with a simple nod of the head, careful to not reveal too much gratitude lest the Sergeant believe the Officer had somehow taken her side in the dispute. Releasing Achilles from the one armed embrace, she took him by the hand and gestured him forward as she looked at Officer Quill and out of curiosity attempted to sense his feeling and thoughts but again his mind was very difficult to gauge. In truth, his actions had been very Jedi-like, demonstrating good diplomacy and discretion, qualities the Jedi would have prized in their prior role as not only guardians but peacekeepers in the galaxy during the days of the Old Republic. Taking a long stride as she was now concerned about her arrival in a timely manner so that she nor Master Shuri’s son would not be missed, she was glad for the Sergeants quick pace as once more she glanced at Officer Quill, thankfully, with a smile. Very quickly, the triangular shape of the Great Temple loomed in the near distance as a small clearing in the Yavin moon’s jungle gave them a better vantage point. Various space-faring vehicles of many different makes and sizes zoomed in an out of the open hangar on one of the sides of the ancient Sith structure while various Rebel officers and personnel of many species walked around them, all very busy in their duties and seemingly resolute in their roles within the so-called “Alliance.” Nashtah marveled at the industriousness and determination of the organization as a whole and wondered if perhaps she had underestimated the group. If the Jedi, who numbered only in the thousands a decade ago were able to keep the peace throughout the entire galaxy for centuries, then perhaps this group could win the galaxy back from the oppression of the Sith she contemplated as she squeezed young Achilles’ hand, anxious that in his curious squirming he should not get away from her. The role of the Jedi in this great struggle, however, she didn’t know but for now it was enough that she could call herself a Jedi once more. TAG: Officer Quill, anyone on Yavin IV (Master Shuri or Gen. Darkeyes if you like) -----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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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 6/25 1:21pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Consular Master Jedi Emi-to Shuri LOCATION: the meeting The moment Torian spoke again, Emi felt she was going to be surprised. She knew the look on the General’s face and the revelation concerning the Khomite cloning facility ‘saw’ the Jedi’s shoulders rise and fall in recognition of the evolving situation. With some chagrin, she wished that Torian had brought it to her attention before the start of the meeting. This was indeed troubling news and gathering her thoughts, Shuri rested her hands within her robe and listened attentively as Senator Mon Mothma rose to answer her query about the intelligence from Coruscant, her eyes upon the holo of the massive weapon suspected to have ‘fallen’ to the Empire with their route of the Confederacy. Before she could acknowledge the Senator, however, the room began to erupt in excited calls for action, not the least of them from John Matrix whose suggestion concerning using Padawan Skywalker as a weapon shot all the unspoken intentions of the Jedi to the fore like cheap day-glow paint upon a grey wall, something unpalatable like a rotten promise gown overripe and fermented! …the Chosen shall bring balance… ”Balance in all you do, Padawan. It is held, and justly so, that our “still,” our peace engenders more. It follows, then that we strive to bring this peace not only within ourselves but to as many as we may. How that is achieved is a matter of debate. Unfortunately, a decidedly unpeaceful means seems to have fallen to us in our guise as “defenders of that peace” and in the meantime we allow all manner of injustice to flourish…but…but…you asked about the excess or passion of the Sith. They are antithetical to all a Jedi understands as necessary to a transcendent balance, Emi-to, but we needn’t toss the tea out with the leaves…” Each Jedi was as unique in their approach to technique as they were as individuals though, of course there were guiding standards – each skill identifiable across practitioners. Posture had been the first matter addressed by her Master. Long hours in meditative positions, Master Jard knew that via this practice, a student could cultivate in herself the habit of a good neutral stance for breathing that would serve as the anchor for both shadow movement and aggressive. For shadow required immediate fluidity; aggressive, a spring of energy. The inherent stumbling blocks that could arise in the learning of aggressive, often led the student to hold their breath in order to provide a great reserve of ‘loaded’ resistance to the release. However, as Jard explained, “it is a common misconception in which you must not long tarry, my Padawan. It is natural to doubt at first the seeming counter intuitiveness of it, but physics is with us. There is in fact only a very brief engagement of the muscles in that resistance.” Master Shuri, in her discipline breathed deeply and calmly, as she followed the impassioned responses around the table. They were not unexpected, though she was disappointed. Watching quietly, she monitored the wave of emotion sweeping through the room. The urge to be kinetic and effective required of the impassioned they flew to action and so they resisted adamantly the friction of forethought and structure. Captain Darklighter rose to temper Matrix’s outburst and presumption. Emi glanced to John momentarily and then looked to the table thoughtfully. Matrix was expressing an attitude that until recent history, was shared by many in the Galaxy. The Jedi had availed themselves of the guardianship to the degree that they were expected to be the proverbial “magic bullet” whenever the “weather turned rough.” Expectation was ever a double-edged sword! She kept her aqua eyes trained on the smooth and shiny surface of the table lifting them finally to gaze at Darklighter when she sensed the Captain’s distinct discomfort and the congenial Biggs ended in a query,“However, this does bring up the question of the Jedi…what is their role to be in the Alliance...” Biggs averted his eyes. “Yes, that is a good question,” said General Yueh, in challenge turning to face the Master Jedi. “Please, please, we were discussing other matters…” Admiral Ackbar spoke up, but the clamor rose from combined and competing conversations. Mon Mothma gruffly commanded, “Please, we WILL have order,” and the assembly fell silent. Steepling her fingers, Emi cleared her throat and rose once more. “Um…ahem…” She regarded everyone in the room slowly, meeting every gaze turned toward her. “For over a thousand years, as you know doubt have learned when young – as once did I – for my training did not begin till the age of 7, rather late for a Jedi, but yes, in classes, I learned of the Jedi. When my parents took me to the Temple, an edifice which I had seen in holos and recognized, I was nonetheless surprised and … apprehensive, disappointed that my parents could part with me with such relief. You see, it took me some years to put in perspective that time in my life,” she continued calmly. “Force-sensitive children can prove difficult to manage and sometimes frightening. I came to appreciate my new home, but you are familiar with an image representing the epitome of the training that proved so beneficial not only for me, but for the community I left behind and not with the younglings who must be carefully and patiently trained.” “A fully trained Jedi can meet with many difficulties and temptations, but a force-sensitive without guidance is prey to all manner of ills, ostracized, feared, and worse…” She paused here. “Our order began under the auspices of great teachers in contemplative practice and philosophical debate. Yet, the skill and significant abilities possible for a force-adept, one trained in meditative focus, soon required our performance as guardians of the peace we are sworn to engender.” “Our combined focus has allowed the Jedi a uniquely deep vision and foresight, but in times of great disturbance, darkness can cloud that vision, and so I am here with you, and my charge - to rear and train the future of our order, the future guardians of peace,” she stated, looking about the room. “I have a handful of Masters and Knights with whom to train 40 Padawans and younglings. Our numbers are critically far short of a battalion much less a fire-team of Jedi guardians and my actions must be pertinent toward the future as well as the present,” Emi said and added in an aside, “Those from whom we separated are not much better assembled.” “I am not disdainful of our participation, General Yueh, but you must be cognizant of just how we are constituted before your expectations go afield of our resource. I am amongst us, aside from Master Yoda, the most versed in our history. I am responsible for passing on our knowledge and tenets, as well as skills,” said Emi deliberately and I am the most seasoned of our guardians. You see my concerns. I will deliberate and give this Council more concrete an answer after I make assessments,” she ended bowing and ceding to Mon Mothma, who seemed to have taken on the function of “speaker.” Still standing Emi glanced quickly to Torian. 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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 6/26 4:00pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/26 4:01pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Ominous
	OOC: An extension of my previous post to cover Pash’s writing. IC: Torian Location: Yavin IV MonMothma’s command to restore order in the meeting and Emi-to Shuri’s informative lecture of the Jedi Order left the room in silence. Torian paused to let the words sink into everyone before standing again to answer everyone’s concern. Rising 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. They are here to rebuild the Order, not as a super-weapon against our enemies but as protectors of the Republic which will be restored once more. They are not expendable and nor is our non-military assets such as the Senator here. I on the other hand along with a select few,” he paused long enough to look at Matrix and Biggs, “are and we will continue to put the blade to the throat of our enemies.” 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.” Everyone collected their datapads and left the room, leaving Torian with his wife. He grabbed his notes and stuffed them into a briefcase under his chair. Torian and Emi-to were the last to leave and when they eventually reached the outer doors of the Massassi Temple it was pouring rain. Turning to his wife, “I’m hungry! Shall we have some dinner in the mess? They walked out into the pouring rain as personnel ran around to take cover from the torrential downpour. Torian looked up at the sky and smiled. “Don’t you just love the weather?” He laughed out loud. TAG: Emi-to Shuri -----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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