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Author Topic: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
MASTER-OF-EVIL  1211 posts
Registered: Nov '04
19093_Boba Fett and Lando
Date Posted: 6/26 9:44pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: This is a joint between Pash, TMM and XTM which now i have taken over of her respective crew. This is Part 1.


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IC: Princess Ysera Alexstrasza - Ariel the Last Oracle of Rakata - Master Chef Diablo - Reina of Ursa Celeste - Marquesa of Gripsholme Thalianna –Lord Admiral Julian Leitman, Supreme Commander of the Ursean Security Forces - Lady Hohenstrahmer, member of the Ursean Royal Court (NRC) - Princess Laura of Hapes and Professor Xim Traza of Neo University Coruscant.
Ursa - Gripsholme

At times Ysera would forget that Laura was claimed by a revered royal lineage in her own right. The Hapes Consortium were a very secluded bunch in the Galaxy; due to the Transitory Mists that surround the Hapes Cluster, the Hapans were isolated from the rest of the galaxy both culturally and genetically.

To preserve that natural rift between Hapes and the greater galaxy, the first Queen Mother closed the borders of the Hapes Cluster, with the consequence outsiders were dealt with swiftly and lethally. Over the years, interaction between Hapans and the rest of the Galaxy was extremely limited, due to this self-enforced isolation.

Laura was Princess - the first daughter of the current Queen Mother, the now late-Rowan was Prince. His loss would be strongly felt and Ysera needed to speak with Laura about informing her family of Rowan's death. They were going to take it hard, so very hard and the attitude toward Ursa would be significantly skewed.

Ysera had strong ties with the Hapans, as she studied at the vast university and library for a time during the upbringing of Ariel. The Hapan research had helped further her knowledge of the rumoured locations of some of the Capstone pieces. Access to the library, let alone Hapes had been hard won – a diplomatic feat and now Ysera pondered the possible outcomes of the news of Rowan’s demise.

She placed her hand on Ariel's strong shoulder as Aunt Thalianna gestured for them to leave and make their way with her to be fitted for the inevitable public reception at court, however brief it would be. She smiled to herself. Celeste was notoriously retiring of public ceremony, but a true Ursean, participated as was expected and submitted to the yoke of her service both as symbol and as leader. The ceremony would be as minimal as her cousin could manage. Thus, for 20 minutes of hasty fitting, the coveted “fairy gown Ariel delighted in would be worn all too briefly. Still, she delighted in her daughter’s delight and left looking over her shoulder giving Celeste a look of curiosity before turning to oblige Thalianna and hurry along with Ariel chattering excitedly to Thalianna, undeterred by the Marquesa’s prickly social ‘veneer’.

"Come on kiddo, the Reina has a lot on her hands and the sooner we move the sooner you will get to wear your very own Ursean court gown." Alexstrasza said into Ariel's ear as they kept up with Thalianna's quick pace leaving the Black Guard Rikke to hurry off to make her arrangements.

“Your… Grace,” said Ariel to the Marquesa, quickly picking up on the customs of Ursean, as she did with nearly anyplace or any custom she encountered, but with Ursa in particular. It did not escape Ysera that Ariel was avid in learning all about her mother’s home system and all that had to do with her young life. “Will my dress be like yours, with the stomacher and full skirts,” she asked excitedly.

Thalianna sighed and couldn’t help but smile at Ariel’s infectious excitement. Laughing slightly, the Marquesa softened and answered without slowing, “Yes… yes, although you may not find it so exciting and charming after a few moments of wear. I find those who are not in the habit of corseting themselves find court attire very binding. There are those who say it is offense to the female anatomy," scoffed Thalianna. "They are decidedly unappreciative of the accentuations," she added in a near wicked whisper.

“Oh, but the gowns are so beautiful,” exclaimed Ariel exuberantly. “I … admire them very much!”

Ariel missed Thalianna’s meaning, being too young to mind, but Ysere covered her mouth like a school girl as she tittered at the unexpected comment from her austere aunt.

“Well… Ysera, dear, I admit to being astonished you have not prejudiced your daughter against the court. I suppose I misjudged,” said Thalianna unable to give her full ‘eye’ to the sojourning Princess. “Yes, child, we’ll find something lovely for you. I think I’ve a few things in mind. Lady Hohenstrahmer is about your size and she has excellent taste! Nothing too fussy or fluffy, something elegant and light, I think will suit you,” said Thalianna, much at home with the discussion of wardrobe and leading them up a set of stairs into a wing of court apartments while comm-ing ahead to the Lady mentioned.

As they passed numerous rooms, the doors ajar, there were serving droids and flesh servants coming and going in a hurry to move the court back to Kavala. The Dachka was in an ordered state of hurry!

A diminutive red-headed lady stood in her busy salon, hands loosely clasped awaiting them.

“Ah, so good of you Lady Hohenstrahmer. Forgive my calling upon you in such short notice and at this inopportune time, but we are in need of a court gown to clothe this exquisite child,” said Thalianna kissing both cheeks of the lady who curtsied in obvious admiration and reverence. The Marquesa immediately turned and drew Ariel forward and the Lady gave Ariel an appraising glance.

***

Doncasta observed intently the Royal maneuvering ‘danced’ before him between the Reina, Marquesa, and, of course the Princess Alexstrasza and her daughter, and a female Black Guard of whom he took note upon his entrance.

She seemed out of her element though clearly attached to the Dachka and the imposing Thalianna matched the light bounding ‘libertine’ manner of her hounds as she passed the wet guard on her way out.

The Marquesa in her proud bearing he imagined calling, “Release the hounds,” as she passed and he imagined her sailing forth in a sea of hounds, all in the corridor and all in her way trampled by the boisterous brood, including the hapless Guard! The effect played before him like a holo that made him bite the inside of his cheek in amusement.

Suavely, he bowed and without breaking concentration as the Reina began conversing with him, he lifted his chin and dispelled the comic image from his mind’s eye.

Ah, so she was not proceeding on to Coruscant as had been rumored amongst the staff for fact. He’d remonstrate to his second!

Nodding at the Reina’s generous offer, he said, "Much obliged, Your …Majesty,” he said, wondering if that address must change with what to all seemed a matter of fact now, she was Empress. “Beg pardon. I did not mean to assume…” he was learning quickly the custom of speech within the court. “I do not need to rush back to Coruscant. It is just as well that I travel first to see to the staff at Kavala Palace before I head to the Capital, if it is with your pleasure that I may accompany you, Majesty?" He said with Royal etiquette and deference in his deep accentuated voice.

Doncasta felt vaguely out of sync before the Reina. It wasn’t like him. The cultural hierarchies and accidents of birth of others he usually ignored unless politically expedient. He had not gotten where he was by not making shrewd summation of others, or by demurring.

As he observed her handling of the hounds, he found himself wondering if she weren't a Queen of Ursa what sort of profession she would have chosen. It might be very telling he thought as he observed her long fingers trace luxuriantly over the grey-furred haunches and shoulders of the hounds. That's a question he should ask her sometime, musing to his own inner thoughts about the Ursean Empress, a surprising quiet settling over the room as she pulled the little Enfanta close and the two delighted for a few moments in the simple and uninhibited receptivity of the two great mastiffs who now flopped unabashedly at the Urseans feet.

“Was… was there anything else then…” queried the Reina lifting her head in what seemed to him a swan-like grace. The austerity and reserve of interviewing or the remove of etiquette or the wear of her burden had colored his experience. After all, she’d been beyond herself the day he felt he had to break her rant with a cold bottle of water to the face. Were his cheeks burning, he thought casting his eyes to the hounds for a moment.

Doncasta rubbed his right cheek feeling the warmth emanating from it. I think I need to be splashed with water myself. But then he was always splashed with water in his earlier un-refined years as an under-chef he mused.

"Yes, Your Majesty, there is one more thing I would like to add," He composed his thoughts before speaking. "I…ah… hope to open a restaurant on Kavala. A Royal sponsorship is what I seek,” said Doncaster straight out, never one to beat around the bush. I’ve a solid business model, proven in fact and with Ursa’s growing prominence in the life of the Galaxy, business and casual travel to Ursa has increased. I have a recognizable brand and an established reputation for excellence. Naturally, you must know, or I’d not have been taken on!” Diablo smiled at his own cheek. “I firmly believe Ursa can really capitalize on the current growth, as I have numerous chain restaurants around the Galaxy and they are all inter-connected so it will be easy for promoting my proposed business plan for Ursa." Doncasta said calmly to the Reina, observing her intently.

“A Royal commission then…Like soap, tea and laser canons,” commented Celeste with a slight laugh and looking up from her daughter.

“Well,…” Doncaster laughed, “only tastier!”

Footsteps rang on the floor outside the salon and all in the room turned in that direction.

“Lord Admiral Leitman,” said Celeste in surprise before he could be announced and rising to greet the gallant officer, Supreme Commander of the Usean Security Forces.

The Admiral doffed his tri-corn as his long strides brought with them the fresh breeze and spring grasses of the Malme road. “Your Imperial Majesty,” he said bowing low, hazel eyes taking in the Chef as he did so. “Forgive my impromptu visit, but I felt a conversation could not wait and was best made in person.”

Celeste blinked her amber eyes and touched Sophia’s cheek, “We were about to depart for Kavala, Lord Admiral…”

“Yes, I dodged a few palettes of cases from the court. If you will allow, I will accompany you aboard the Mavras Maelstrom and we can talk on the way,” he said smiling and making a slight nod to the dark haired gentleman whose conversation he’d obviously interrupted.

Celeste considered for a moment, “Ah… yes, … yes, of course.”

“Master Chef Diablo, I’ll give consideration to your request. We’ll see you aboard ship later. I’ll let you go, I’m sure you’re staff hope to have a few words from their Master before you leave.” The Reina extended nodded, and released the hounds to a waiting servant who bowing , hurried them off and around the Chef, the Mastiff now recognizing the man as there benefactor and “angel”, leaping and licking before they were pulled away, panting and brandishing tails like banners.

***

Ysera was standing next to her Aunt as Ariel and the Lady Hohenstrahmer were fitting the young Oracle. She couldn't but help smile seeing Ariel happy and content is a world that Ysera herself finally allowed herself to accept now. No more threats, dangers, hidden enemies in all directions! She closed her eyes and breathed out those memories and opened them up again.

"Aunt Thalianna, thank you for this." Ysera said simply, there was more implied behind those words as she smiled. "I only now realized how much I have missed this place......." Her eyes caressing the floor to the walls and everything else around her.

"Is Laura on her way or she hasn't been informed yet, Aunt?"

“She’s been informed,” said Thalianna flicking a piece of lint from Ariel’s shoulder and standing back to observe, her head tilted to take in the young girl, and smiling, “…yes, Lady Hohenstrahmer, this will do nicely” said the Marquesa as she regarded the white heavy satin of the corseted gown shot through with orange and violet thread embroidered all over in small bunches of stylized trumpet shaped flowers, the scrolling ancient vine-ing runes at the hems of skirt, neck, midriff and tight fitting sleeves. Thalianna pulled up at the low neckline which pushed up Ariel’s virginal bust and Thalianna was surprised at the risqué low cut. Hohenstrahmer was usually quite modest! “I think a chemise with a lace edge might be nice underneath,” said the tall Marquesa looking up to Ysera. Then to Ariel, “Can you breathe, my dear?”

Ariel nodded, her fingers running over the beautiful, thickly embroidered stomacher, which scrolls and overspilling flowers in purple, oranges, and lavenders riotously pushed at the narrow confines of the long stiff triangle of her stomacher.

“Yes, the Hapes Royal should be up presently and we’ve picked out a lavender gown for her, said the lady looking up at a noise at the door. “That will be her now. Hurry with that chemise and have attendant help with her hair, Ysera, your dress uniform then,” queried, Thalianna. “Let them in and announce the Princess Laura,” commanced the Marquesa unhooking the corset and pulling the shoulders quickly from Ariel’s shoulder. “So sorry, my dear,…”Oh and have my hounds sent on ahead to the shuttles – Ah, there you are, Your Highness,” said Thalianna looking to Laura as she was ushered in.

Laura looked dubiously to Ysera, mouthing her query, and Ysera smiled shallowly, waving the suspicious Hapan in.

The clothing flew in contrast to the serene and gliding gait which a few moments later, Ysera found herself instructing to Ariel, surprised she even remembered. She laughed to herself imagining how silly she must look in her dress uniform holding her torso as if corseted and exhibiting the gliding gait required of the luxurious gowns. Ariel giggled. However, hastily coifed and dressed, the Professor joined them and bowing kissed their hands and the small band of the brave faring Halikarnassós found themselves bidding farewell to the ignominious final resting ground of their destroyed ship.




To be Continued....

 

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MASTER-OF-EVIL  1211 posts
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Date Posted: 6/27 5:06am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
IC: Officer Magris Quill
Yavin IV

The Anomid acknowledged the Padawan Nashtah when the sergeant was focused ahead and if it wasn't for his vocalizer mask he would of returned her smile as they continued to make their way out to the ancient structure of the Great Temple.

Magris had marveled at the ziggurat-structure upon first arrival to the planet. Now coming out to the open clear-way as it towered above the jungles surrounding it.

It was quite curious for the Anomid to witness the clear mistrust between the Sergeant and the Jedi. Why would he react that to her, was this related to the previous remark of her past? It really made the Anomid wonder more about the Padawan.

From Magris's experience with the people that have gone and left from his life and through his observations of society as a whole, it truly is a jungle. Even now the Alliance was a jungle unto itself as sentients from all walks of life were doing their respective duties as they were providing the earth, the nutrients for the trees of the jungle.

In this complex society, we constantly experience confusion and tension, with no means to relax. Beset by worries, tension, restrictions and demands on all sides, the cerebrum is forced to work the entire day. Even in sleep we dream, so there is never a moment's rest. If we can temporarily forget our worries and tensions, thus enabling the body to enjoy relaxation and happiness for a period and allowing the nerves an opportunity for true rest, this not only improves the health of body and mind, but can contribute to longevity and slow down the aging process.

And where the Jedi stood so far from his interaction with the Consular Shuri, which were temporarily forgetting all cares and tensions and seizing a few moments of peace in the midst of this confused and stressful environment. There was a far more simpler observation to all this for the Order of the Jedi which seizing these few moments of peace, the Order was meditating itself.

Meditation is mental concentration. Everything is put aside in order to maintain the peace and tranquility of the mind and to strengthen the control function of the central nervous system.

Moreover, the Alliance in someways in their unique relationship with the Jedi were the deep breathing to allow the Jedi "blood" circulation to better improve their meditation process they seem to be going through.

And like in actual meditation of the body, deep breathing during meditation improves blood circulation, increases the
absorption of nutrients, and promotes all metabolic processes. And in retrospect, the younglings were the nutrients within the Jedi here on the planet, absorbing and growing within themselves like all children do and then take what they learn and blossom in their natural way and passing it on to the next generation and in a way the Alliance were the birth of that next generation.

Both the Alliance and the Jedi Order to Magris's eyes are at a turning point, it was a sense collectively he had felt and observed ever since arriving, there was a tentative respect but still a fragile relationship.

Magris gazed about the structure that was the Great Temple, he had toured and explored the massive structure when he had been instructed to do maintenance work on the outer defence perimeter surrounding both the Woolamander and The Great Temple. Internally, the Great Temple was divided into four levels, each representing a step of the ziggurat—each level was thus larger in floorplan than the one above, but all were outfitted on broadly similar plans with small cells, chambers and corridors around a large central space.

From what Magris learned that when the Rebel Alliance set-up their base, the outer surface of the Massassi Temple was left as untouched as possible. Interior chambers, however, were roughly hewn by the Rebels prior to being filled in with chambers and a main central lift cluster. Rebel engineers also reinforced the temple's original stone floors with ferrocrete.

It seems we intrude upon their routine. We do try to present as little a hindrance to the flora and fauna, and they are equally determined to remind us. Was the echoes of Consular Shuri's voice about how even the Alliance too respected the natural order that permeates the planet they have taken refuge on.

He glanced over his shoulder to observe the Padawan Nashtah as he nodded his respect and reassurance to her in regards to the Sergeant's stern attitude. He returned his gaze forward and slightly turned his gaze to the Sergeant beside him to his left side as this was a part of the Temple he hasn't been too. He wanted to ask the Sergeant but he will await his further instructions once they escort the child and the Padawan to her intended destination.


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Date Posted: 6/27 2:53pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
IC: Lieutenant Esteban Corel, Dave the Sensor Guy, bridge of the Super Star Destroyer, Executor.
Location: Coruscant orbit


The lieutenant stared at his disconnected comlink, having been rebuffed by Planetary Defence.
Still, they had suggested he try calling the Arc Hammer, which he presumed to be Tarkin’s flagship, from the inference.

Corel turned to his work-mate and friend, Dave, who ran the sensor apparatus for the star dreadnaught.
“Hey.”

The larger man, sporting a paunch that strained the threads of his uniform, glanced over. “Hey back.”

“Run a scan of the gathered ships for me; we are looking for the Arc Hammer.”

Dave frowned at the name. “Didn’t we lose her to that Requiem battle station over Kalee?”

Corel spread his hands in surrender. “I dunno. PlanDef suggested I call them regarding Governor Tarkin’s whereabouts.”

Dave started typing on his black keyboard, feeding commands and filters into the sensor programme. “Between the Azure Hammer home sector defense fleet, and our guys from Onslaught, this could take a while.” He warned.

“Azure Hammer?” Corel echoed, instantly curious. “Arc Hammer. The Navy planners were really going for the toolbox motif that day. There any others?”

The sensor operator considered. “Apart from the Chalacta Chisel sector group out near Sneeve... no.”

Esteban chuckled good naturedly, assuming that his friend was joking, but still, he quietly entered ‘Chalacta’ into the Intelligence database, see if it came up with anything.
And it did! Kastolar Sector. Not too far from Boz Pity, the site of that major Clone Wars engagement.
He could not see if there really was a taskforce called by that name, but certainly, Chalacta existed.

Learn something new every day.

Surreptitiously looking both ways, the intelligence operative then informed the Ubiqtorate. Wearing the uniform of the Imperial Navy; found out by Lord Vader; still, he was first and foremost, an agent of Imperial Intelligence.

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Date Posted: 6/27 3:10pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: I was not expecting to write a joint post between pash’ and myself, but since there does not seem to be the anticipated preceding post from her, corresponding to the material she provided to me, I guess this is one. Her main material in purple.

IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Detective Kate Lockley, Dak Trooper, Miss Soobie, respectively, the HNN Skyhook, PlanDef Headquarters at ORBI’AL, the Galactic Senate – Executor’s Office lobby.


With Lockley walking alongside him, the maroon-robed Inquisitor had pushed through the semi-circular transparisteel doors separating the hallway from the Executor’s Office foyer, where a bronzed statue of someone who owned a boat, took centre stage.

Didn’t look like this portion of the Senate had been damaged in the blast. Nelf noted silently. And the predominantly red decor of the place was not lost on his GCPD companions.

Angel commented, “Looks like we have finally found somewhere that our armour works as camouflage.”

“Cut the chatter. And stay sharp.” Kate warned as she peeked over towards the sea of grey cubicles to the right, between themselves and the curving windows of the outer wall.

“Coo-iee. Miss Soobie! Anyone home?”

Soobie popped her blond head up above the maze of grey cubicles in the predominantly scarlet clad office, like a marsupial in the bush.
She could have sworn that was the second sing-songy iteration of the query.

“Hah hah hah! Very funny,” She said, perching one fist on her tightly clad pale blue hip, and flicking a bang from before her equally pale blue eye.

“Everyone’s gone loopy,” she huffed to herself before re-engaging the secretary over a set of lists she was compiling for Amidala.

The rest of the 18 member skeleton staff looked around to see who the comedian was and with a few snickers went back to work.

The blonde head popping up was enough for the Inquisitor, and he made a beeline her.

The dark hair aid, Mercier looked out into the foyer. The bronze maritime sailor stood muscled and adamant against the waves of stars as always, the transparisteel doors unmoved, still in the open position in which Sabe had left them as she stormed back through the office.
“Uh, can I help you?” he asked as the visitor in the rich maroon robes strode past.

The half-elf caught a glimpse of the skyline outside as he halted between the cubicles, and turned to the young man. The sky was dark above now, and ruddy with light outside the curving bank of windows.

“Yes, could you make up a contract for this bounty hunter’s services? He can give you the particulars.”

“Uh,” The aide glanced aside at where Yav had seen the woman’s head pop up. “I’ll need authorisation.”

The pointy-eared humanoid marched straight up to the cubicle where a petite blonde in a tight, body-hugging pale blue jumpsuit that emphasised her narrow waist and round posterior, leaned towards an administrative worker of some type, discussing data on sheaves of flimsi.

“Now that is a slap-able arse.” Officer Angel put in, behind him.

The half-elf waited till he sensed a break in their conversation, noticing how her hair, though the same shade of gold as Lockley’s, was straight and swingy compared to the detective’s, which had a bit of curve and bounce to it. He knew which he preferred.
After a few seconds had passed, he coughed meaningfully.

As she straightened to look at him, he first noticed how large her eyes were, in comparison to the rest of her face, reminiscent of his shuttle pilot’s. Perhaps he would enquire from what planet she hailed.

“Miss Soobie, I believe? I am Inquisitor Nelf, here on the authority of the Emperor...” Looking down at her, his voice tailed as his gaze was drawn to the white bandage tied round her upper arm, level with her ample chest, and like with Admiral Salenger up on the Golan II, Rescue Ranger protocols began to sideline his orders. “...ooh, you’re hurt. I’ll get that.”

He looked aside at his team. “Mister Trooper.”

“Inquisitor?” The rookie bounty-hunter responded immediately, of all the newcomers, his TIE pilots’ uniform and helmet looking most out-of-place in the luxurious surroundings.

Yavinelf nodded to the skeleton staff. “Check and triage the rest of them for injuries. Divide into those I can simply heal: bruising, scrapes, burns and the like; and those who need contemporary medical attention. Then see what you can do.”

And I can help too! The hoojib telepathed brightly, gambolling over the thick red carpet up to the sheer stockinged legs of one of the seated staff.

Un-observed, the bandage unravelled from Soobie’s arm, and fell away, revealing a large splinter embedded into the flesh.

“Hold still, please.” Nelf asked, as he held Soobie’s wounded arm rigid with one application of the Force, whilst another wiggled the splinter minutely to pull it free. “Goood girl,” he soothed, eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the shard. “you’ll get a lollipop for this.”

The splinter came free, stretching the epidermis slightly as it unhooked itself, so Nelf took a pace backwards, and still holding the blue-clad assistant still, accessed Light Healing, a flurry of light blue glowing particles appearing out of thin air and descending slowly over her, the angry red inflammation around her wound seemed to melt away into its normal colour as he watched.

“Dak!” He called over the over the grey cubicle walls, to where the former fire-fighter was introducing himself to another worker. “Lollipop.”

“Oh what?” The man complained, removing his dented helmet to present a less frightening image, and sitting it on the surface of one of the un-manned desks. He obediently pulled the treat from a bulging pouch on his thigh, and underarm tossed it towards the Inquisitor, who in turn caught it back-handed. “Spent my last milli-cred on that.” Dak griped aloud.

“The Empire will re-imburse you.”

“For a millicred? I don’t think.”

“If it’s that big a deal, have this one.” Angel produced another one, from the same vending machine on the skyhook, and passed it to the bounty-hunter.

“Oh! Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it.”

Yavinelf brought it up before Soobie’s large cartoon character eyes then with a flourish. It had the usual thin white stick, with the sphere of boiled sweet, wrapped in a glossy protective wrapper, bearing a blue on yellow HNN logo.
“Yours. For being such a good patient.” He would have tousled the petite Senate aide’s hair too, but the jealousy in Lockley’s voice stayed his hand.

“I didn’t get a lollipop, and I got shot in the leg.”

“Well, you’re a big girl, Katie.” He told her whilst still looking into Soobie’s eyes, and waiting for her to take the proffered treat.
Thinking about it, he realised he had unconsciously accepted the detective’s presence as, if not an equal, but someone else in a position of authority, and as someone he could rely on. But at the end of the day, these were standard humans, with standard human feelings. He relented partially.
“Though, if you want, I’ll have Corporal Billings go out for one as soon as he recovers the use of his legs.”

She remained silent, but the Inquisitor ‘heard’ her thinking that it would not be the same.
He realised then, if he was going to be maintaining a close staff, he would have to take note of their feelings. Or run rough-shod over them, like Wayland did. He wondered which was easier.

“Thank you for the lollipop, Dak.”

“Quite alright, Inquisitor.”

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Date Posted: 6/28 1:14pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
Ic Martino Riggism


Location Pantolomin


“A probe droid would be cheaper.” The stormtrooper grumbled.



“Well then you wouldn't have the pleasure of my charming personality, would you” Martino snapped back at the stormtrooper.


"The ship is a Firespray-class patrol ship, Mister Riggsim. Same kind as Boba Fett uses. Only one passenger, as far as we know; a female human sub-adult. Parked on the opposite beach of this island. You are looking for sign that an additional craft has joined her, or that her companions have come to pick her up."

He stared into the man's eyes. "We will take care of the rest, Mister Riggsim."



Martino listened to all he was told and shrugged of the thinly veld threat, he didn't give a Banthas hide for these people and there politics. All Riggism cared for was cold hard credits, so they could do what ever they wanted once he had passed on what ever information he gathered on this woman.
He had never met him but knew Fett by reputation and if who ever he was meant to be watching had the same ship as Boba there was a big chance thing might get a little rough.

“It will be no problem at all” Martino turned to head back into his trailer to gather his things only to notice that the two Imperials were still stood on his porch “Well gentlemen if you excuse me I'm in a little rush, you know places to go people to watch and that and with that I bid you adieu”

And with that Martino turned slammed the door shut on the two men who were stood outside and then tossed the empty beer can aside. Quickly began assembling the tools that he thought would be needed on a job like this, mirco binoculars, vibro blades and a few small blasters and other surveillance equipment , all of which were thrown hastily into a small case.

After a few more moments of quick packing Martino was ready to begin his current assignment, once outside the early morning sunlight hurt Riggism's it was a sharp reminder of the huge hangover he had and one that wasn't needed or wanted. Once he had gotten over the harsh glare of the first rays of morning Martino made his way over to the parked XP-38A land speeder, Riggism threw the small case into the passenger seat and quickly powered up the repulsorlifts.

With the speeder primed and ready to leave Martino accessed the nav com and entered in the co-ordinates given to him by Comander Theta.

“Mmmm not to far off” Martino pondered to himself.

With those final words he pulled the speeder of and left his home. Riggism decided not to bring the throttle up to full power as he knew that the sound would travel and as he was heading into a pretty much undisturbed and remote locations there was no way he was going to give any warning signals to whom ever he was going to be watching.

As he started to come close to his destination Martino eased of the throttle even more and finally came to a halt. He had settled the speeder just behind a small rock formation, once he was sure the speeder was out of sight and that there was no one around Martino got out of the speeder. Keeping his centre of gravity low Riggism came to more rocks and hid behind them. The rocks he came to over looked a small cliff footing that looked down onto a small cove and just as Theta had told him housed a Firespray. The ship was in the landing position on dark the dark black sand and was surrounded by rows of palm trees and all sorts of plant life native to the coast.

Taking out his micro binoculars and scanned the cove, at the moment he could not see any life forms but he was smart enough to know that didn't mean there was no one there though. With the afternoon beginning to set in Martino began setting up his various pieces of equipment and began to wait and watch for any signs of activity.


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Date Posted: 6/28 2:17pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: As before, written in response to material provided by pash'. Thank you!

IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Miss Soobie, Galactic Senate.
Location: Imperial Centre

Gone all warm and floopy, Soobie’s lower lip drooped in a slight pout as she looked up at the otherwise intimidating Inquisitor with half-closed eyes. “How … Thank you… Sir! How’d you…” she looked down at her still healing wound and then back up shaking her head and feeling suddenly like she’d emerged from a hot shower. Her chest swelling, the aide inhaled deeply. “Ummmm…You uh, didn’t come to dispense lollipops, did you?”

Nelf nodded sagely. Taking back the treat, since the aide showed no sign of wanting to claim it. He knew better than to give it straight to Lockley, and his initial idea was to hold on to it until she either impressed him, or got shot in the leg again.

“Your insight serves you well,” He told the blue-clad female before him, all the while, thinking, You patronising old git, Yav’. “My masters have instructed me to gain entry to the Executor’s Office, and signal them from within.”

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Date Posted: 6/28 2:42pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
IC: Captain Eliforp Risk, Flight Officer Shaara “Bait” , Imperial Star Destroyer, Ambivalence; a Y-Wing starfighter.
Location: Mygeeto

With his own vessel secure, the captain had decided to spend the hours until Grand Admiral Carthaginian’s designated ships arrived in-system, touring his star destroyer, and checking personally upon his valiant crew.

“Captain on the Deck!” The third Chief Gunnery Officer on the tour, bellowed as Risk stepped from the spacious turbolift into the dual level control area inside one of the eight huge Taim & Bak XX-9 heavy turbolaser batteries that flanked his vessel’s command tower.

Risk, one of his lieutenants beside and a step behind him, nodded to the announcer. Thick over-sized gloves, the sloping targeting helmet that looked too cumbersome for the human neck, black uniform and partial body armour that would be of absolutely no help if the turret took a direct hit.

“Thank you, Chief.”

“Captain. Welcome to starboard turret Trill-Six. My men are ready for inspection, sir.”

“Thank you, Chief. Carry on.” Hands clasped behind his back, Captain Risk trailed the CGO the few metres to the row of a dozen crewers, uniforms pressed. Clearly they had gotten changed out of what they had worn during the battle.

The second shift were seated at the controls, checking readouts and... other stuff.

YELLOW ALERT. CREWS TO ALERT FIGHTERS.

Everyone looked up at the unexpected announcement. Risk snapped his head round to look at his lieutenant, while the CGO dismissed the parade group to battle stations, and started yelling orders to the seated men.

The lieutenant had his face and hand to a wall communicator, and was half turned from the captain, so Risk tapped him on the shoulder, pointed upwards to indicate the public address system, and enquired: “What on Oseon is going on? Is this for my benefit?”

“Negative. Captain, sensors read a non-Imperial craft, starfighter class, entering Mygeetan space.”

“Confederacy?”

“Bridge does not think so.” The officer clipped.

Well the tour was over, that was for sure. However, his first instruction, which would have been to launch TIEs, appeared to have been anticipated.

“I want that craft identified, asap.”

* * * *

Within the cockpit of her Y-Wing starfighter, and snug in her orange flightsuit, Shaara coasted deeper into Mygeetan space, her own long range sensors noting the small grouping of Imperial capital ships crowded to the left of the white and grey planet, and between it and her, a dense cloud of broken wreckage and shattered starships.

Her craft was equipped with an Imperial interrogator module copied from one on a donated Nebulon-B, straight from the Sullustan shipyards.

She aimed it towards the Imperial ships and activated it. A small dark square of a screen on the panel below the device, glowed with each additional name, as their telesponders reacted automatically to her electronic query:
Ambivalence
Rage of Ranroon
Obdurate NRID
Sokolova


She frowned down at the acronym attached to the third name, and wondered what the hell that meant.

Something flickered in her peripheral vision as she looked down, bringing her attention quickly back up, just in time to see a slew of stars and the destroyers blink out of existence.

What the blazes?! She thought, then instantly realised, throwing her fighter into a sharp bank to the left and negative-z loop that had her twin-engined fighter heading downwards on the elliptical plane to avoid and skim the lower flanks of the huge dark and unlit wreck that she had almost collided with. And that wasn’t all it had blocked!

Proximity alarms came alive and warned her of four TIE fighters inbound and coming fast from the distant destroyers.

“Time to get out of here!” She decided aloud, thanking her lucky stars that her pursuers were not Interceptors. Speed-wise, ‘Squints’, as ARR pilots called those things, would pith all over her little craft.

Thin green laser lines overtook her as she headed the way she had come, booking for the edge of Mygeeto’s gravitational influence, but the TIEs had no chance of hitting her from their present range.

Eventually, welcome starlines elongated around her, then shortened again to pinpricks as the micro hyperspace jump completed.
Now, she could see a different set of stars, well, not that much different really, since she was less than a light year closer. More importantly, she could see the welcome sign of her host Blockade Runner, the Doom 2.

“Welcome back.” Captain Che’att spoke from the helmet’s comm-unit into her ear. “That was quick. Any problems?”

“Multiple Impstar Dueces. Case Yellow.” With those five words, she reported the presence of Imperial-class SDs, and that there had been light resistance.
If she had been an Imperial cruiser, she would have had a Fleet-updated database to cross-reference commanders, previous missions and suchlike, but all she had were the names of the four ships that had been present, for what would be the birth of Alliance Intelligence’ equivalent.

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Date Posted: 6/30 5:34am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 6/30 5:41am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
IC: Captain Na’Than, Major Tim Bayliss, Major Jenney Rolston, Enforcer One Acclamator, Phat Base Golan II.
Location: Astral Coordinates, 05-F.00I9


Captain Na’Than, the commander of the Acclamator-class Star Destroyer operated by Emperor’s Hand Jacen Wayland, was racing to his bridge as soon as he sensed the change in the timbre of his engines, just like the huge vessel was preparing to drop out of hyperspace.

He had been catching a couple of hours, after the especially trying time during the Battle of Mygeeto, then getting recalled along with the rest of Onslaught Fleet, back to Imperial Centre. Now this.

He burst onto his command deck, the Acclamator carriers not having an actual bridge with windows, an oversight that Kuat Drive Yards would correct with subsequent SDs. Instead, sophisticated holographic repeaters were around the walls.
“Status!” He called to the seated men.

The Navigation officer turned to face him, swivelling on his chair. “Captain, we are at the correct destination. Fifty klicks short of the Rolston coordinates. Just, as I suggested, with little stellar matter out here in the Unknown Regions, we got here quicker than we thought.”

Na’Than glared, pulling at his uniform in a futile effort to straighten any creases. “Forty-five minutes earlier! Our calculations were quite out weren’t they, lieutenant? Comms, get Colonel Uvye and Major Bayliss up here, right now. Tactical, raise shields and get a perimeter scan going.”

The communications officer acknowledged, as did Tactical, who had some information moments later.

“Captain? I have something. Space station, class Golan II, sixty-two klicks off our starboard bow.”

“Sound General Quarters.” Na’Than staggered as klaxons echoed through his vessel, and dropped into his chair. While the Empire made extensive use of those things to guard valuable assets like shipyards, this was too far out from Imperial space to be one of theirs. And, he would much rather face one with two or three Venators, rather than his pokey Acclamator. “Continue scan, then switch to medium range, and then long range. Golans normally protect something larger or more valuable than themselves. I want to know what it is.”

“Yes sir. Sir? We are picking up a dissipating ion trail of sufficient intensity to suggest a capital ship was here recently.”

The captain mused over this. Made sense, moving the prize before their arrival, no doubt fore-warned by their capture of Wayland’s woman.
He had already guessed that there was something between the Hand and this personage. He did not often perform spur-of-the-moment rescues of ISB personnel, regardless of how good they looked in holos.

* * * *

General Quarters. General Quarters. Colonel Uvye, please report to the bridge. Major Bayliss-

The young marine commander ducked his head to watch the deckplates blur past as he quickly strode over them, almost at the ISB officer’s door.

Though he thought the colonel had placed his squad on the larty way too early, he had decided to do similar, to engender mutual respect between the two sets of troopers.

He had given his teams a half hour on the shooting ranges, picking off holo-versions of B1 battledroids, B2s and even destroyers; then packed them on board their larties.

Thank the Emperor that he had done that, for it meant he had craft ready to go.

* * * *

In the prison cell she shared with her two clone pilots, Jenney Rolston cocked her head to direct an ear at the ceiling, and confirmed what she had heard.

There were, barely audible down here. Alarms were moo-whooing mournfully in a distant corridor.

She looked down at her seated companions, looking dejected and bored, perched on her fold-away bunk.
“Hear that? Hopefully, that is a sign of rescue.”

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Date Posted: 7/1 12:15pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/1 12:18pm (1 edits total) Edited By: master-of-les-pauls
OCC - I have lifted a quote directly from the Tim Zhan novel Outbound flight

Ic Jorus C'baoth


Location Jedi Haven


The room was bathed in a serene darkness, darkness that was broken only by a lone flickering candle. One man sat crossed legged within the darkness his eyes firmly fixed upon lone flame, taking in a deep breath Jorus C'baoth was transfixed by the candle. Its beauty was astounding to him, C'baoth's often found himself amazed and distraught by the fact that the simplicity of life had almost been stripped minded and replaced by technology.

Which was rather ironic, given the fact that the Jedi master was sat on the cold steel floor of an Imperial Star Destroyer. For that was righteous of the force C'boath loathed the fact he was sat on a vessel created by his enemies, created to destroy him and his kind. And it disgusted him even more that his own kind now swanned around this infernal ship, who had now lowered themselves to the level of petty thieving scum.

But it was not the stealing of this vessel that bothered him most, it was the fact that the other Jedi betrayed there gifts and they betrayed the force. Whilst staring into the candle Jorus had a moment of clarity, in that moment it became crystal clear that in order to better serve the force the Jedi would have t learn to serve themselves.

Which meant they would serve Jorus C'baoth.

For in the instant that he gained this knowledge, the Jedi found himself coming to a great realization . That in order for the Jedi to serve the force, the people who had risen up and caused there downfall had to be ruled by those deemed worthy to use the force.

He could remember the last time such a thought had came to him, it was during the Out bound flight project.. It was when the other Jedi on-board had suggested that he be relieved of his command. C'baoth had reacted to this with disgust, how dare these petty fools try and challenge his standing as the leader of the expedition, in fact if it were not for the fact he had been the one who had designed the purpose of the mission in the first place.

If it had not been for the attack on them he guessed he would have had to bring these insolent pups back into there place. Still now he could remember the attack, the stench of burning flesh, the screams of terrified children echoing into the night.

And then there was Lorana Jinzler.

She had been his former Padawan and had just been promoted to the rank of Knight prior to the launch of the Outbound flight project.

When she has begged with him to change course and avoid any more bloodshed he had replied with the same mantra he had told her many times.

"We are the Jedi, the ultimate power in the universe. We will do as we choose. And we will destroy any who dare stand in our way."

He would not bow down to these blue skinned fiends and it was her death that made his belief even stronger, he was Jorus C'boath master of the force! Just the thought of letting them get there own way still brought out dark feelings from within. With there attack on Outbound flight reaching its apex C'baoth had been left with no choice but to evacuate, he had no idea how many others had managed to flee but he found sanctuary in the last remaining escape pod. As he made his escape in the pod Jorus was knocked unconscious by a stray turbolazer that glanced the escape pod leaving him floating in the black reaches of space.

Upon being knocked out the Jedi master went both into a healing trance and coma, C'baoth could still remember the utter shock and surprise he felt when he came out of his coma to find that eight long years had passed and he was now floating in an escape pod in the unknown regions of space. It had taken close to a decade of struggle and suffering before he had been able to rejoin his galaxy only to find out about the slaughter of his kind.


And now he was here. Looking into the naked flame, alone again.

Not that being alone bothered him in the slightest, it was in his own company that C'baoth could find peace of mind and in the days to come he was sure that peace of mind would become increasingly hard to find. Yes the times to come would define his Jedi order, it had simply became so painfully obvious that Jorus C'baoth was the only man fit enough to take up the mantle of grand master. Yoda had clearly demonstrated that he had no stomach for the fight and the other Jedi had been slowly poisoned by Yoda's own inactivity.

Of course C'baoth knew he could not just waltz in and take control of the order, he'd known that the moment he had rejoined the Jedi. It would take time for him to bring the current crop of Jedi over to his way of thinking and when he did, the Jedi would rise up and the galaxy would know a new glorious reign of peace enforced by the Jedi Knights.

With that Jedi master Jorus C'baoth blew out the candle and rose to his feet and exited his room and began walking towards the bridge of this huge starship.


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Date Posted: 7/1 2:13pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: Outbound Flight, I finished that at the weekend! Good stuff.

 

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Date Posted: 7/1 8:17pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: First and foremost I like to thank TheAdmiral for his participation for this joint-effort as this post took a very longtime to come together due to things beyond our control so thank you for your patience to those who are involved in this plot and finally thank you C_O for your insightful feedback and Pash for your suggestive input in this post. Thank you.

P.S: Kuat and Lone Ranger posts soon to follow within the next day or so.


MOE


Part One.

IC: Lord Adviser Eddard Dondarion, "Aquila" crew (NRCs) - Panthera Squadron
Chommell Sector - Arrissa's Field - Inside The Big One(Asteroid)


There was a complete silence in the shuttle, the old Jedi could sense that everyone was nervous. Their fates were in the hands of Outsiders in an asteroid field. He could also sense their anger and frustration, they could do nothing to change their current predicament. The whole crew was gathered in the common area. At some points the shuttle shuddered...they could hear scratching on the hull. A dangerous passage...through such a field.

The old Jedi was strapped in the large chair behind the desk of his cabin. Trying to sense the emotions of his captors, but there was too many things going on, so he could not be precise in his judgment. Then a call came, they needed something from him. It was automatically redirected to his room.

"This is Major Sam Sparro of Panthera Squadron, do you read me occupants of the Aquila?"

-This is Lord Advisor Eddard Dondarion, we hear you...

Sparro heard the voice come through his com-link.

"Excellent. We have little time for pleasantries, we have made a small pit-stop and this situation is getting dangerously out of hand, if you are indeed a Jedi, Lord Advisor then you must agree our intentions is to protect you and nothing else," Sparro said as he spoke through his in-built comm-unit in his helmet.

The helmet design was reminiscent of stormtrooper armor, with a few notable distinctions. The shell was bulkier, possibly due to reinforced padding or internal pilot-to-ship communications equipment. Additional modifications enabled the pilot to survive in the cockpit's vacuum. Breather tubes extended from the helmet to the front of the chest plate, where controls for the suit's portable life support system were located. The actual supply of oxygen was built into the rectangular back plate of the armor.

"I have a proposition to make for you that will make sure you will be safe and away from this immediate danger that's if your willing to cooperate and so far we have proved our worth by having your shuttle in one piece," Sparro said as forthcoming he could be.

Commander Varian taking his spot beside the Major, and nodded at his handling of the situation, he was surprised by Sparro's leadership which had his head shaking, he could hear her voice in his mind's eye, I told you so, Varian, when the situation is provided he will step up, trust me.

He couldn't but help chuckled inwardly, I should never doubt your decision Juno. As he waited for a response from this Lord Advisor.

The situation was interesting, the captor was asking the "prey" to cooperate. The Lord Advisor took a look at the political officer and the Royal Guard. Both of them remained silent, but he could feel their contempt for the outsiders. A thin smile appeared on his lips. He felt young again, all of the excitement coming back.

-I cannot hide that this grabbed my attention...So what sort of proposition is this?

Sparro thought to himself, I've got their attention.

"What I propose is two fold, how many of your crew are able pilots, since this proposition is no cake walk. That way I can determine if this proposition can succeed or not, Lord Advisor." Sparro gave a quick glance to his right to Commander Varian, trying to read Sparro's intent of what he has planned.

Fulvidina and his flight were circling the Big One on Silvestris's orders and as they were coming around, his sensor picked up the anomaly of what appears to be the "hunter" Sparro mentioned to him earlier.

"Okay Cats, it seems the shuttle has figured where Panthera Flight One is located and now is backtracking, lets give them interference and give Silvestris as much time as he can to do whatever he is doing below, shall we?" He said with full concentration as he switched to tactical display, of possible cut-off points.

"Roger that, sir."

"What's the plan sir?" Affinis said as they switched to tactical.

Fulvidina gave a quick thought and came up with a plan of interception.

Once the Interceptor's sensor picked up on the the type of shuttle it was.

"Whoever thought of using a Gamma-class shuttle in an asteroid field is either fool-hardy or just plain stupid. But this could work to our advantage, whoever is piloting will follow standard procedure of deploying the Zero-G troopers and that's where we'll run interference CATS." Captain Lieutenant confirmed as he brought his TIE Interceptor tight by his wing-mates.

"Okay power weapons to full and target to each of my marks that are appearing on your display," Fulvidina flipping switches on the console as the shuttle came into full view ahead of the Flight Leader's trajectory.

"Sir, are going to attack one of our own?" The youngest of Panthera Flight 2 asked as it was obvious the nerves were starting to give way.

"Son, that shuttle along with the ISD that it came along with, have violated the n'Osnyi treaty that's in place and also we have the advantage of navigating this asteroid field as they are not, all we have to do is keep them immobile as they are now and prevent them of deploying those spacetroopers long enough for Silvestris to do whatever his doing down below." He said as he kept his eyes on the ever shifting rocks of the Arrissa Field's rocks.

"Furax attack its starboard side, that's where the power-coupler that charges the space-trooper armour, keep it hot and constant the shields of the Gamma-Class are powerful to take all your attacks." He gave Furax his order.

Unlike most combat ships, which devoted 25% of their power to shields, the shields of a Gamma-class assault shuttle took up a full 62% of its power, with over half of that directed to the ship's front arc. This allowed assault shuttles to withstand heavy damage as they pulled up near hostile ships.

In a standard operation, a Gamma-class assault shuttle would pull up near an enemy ship and take hold of it with either its tractor beam or power harpoon. It would then launch its spacetroopers to seize control of the vessel, sometimes crippling the ship beforehand with a few well-placed turbolaser shots.

"Affinis you will run bombardment with a laser run on centre-top of the shuttle as there are launchports above just as well on the Portside which Furax has the Starboard covered. That leaves you Kelaarti for portside run, do not relent with your runs but also wait for my signal to pull back, we need to time this just right." Fulvidna jostled with the joystick as some medium-sized rocks hurdled past his viewscreen as he brought his Interceptor on its side maneuvering around the floating rock.

"Remember CATS, we are to prevent that shuttle of unloading those spacetroopers and also keep it in its place, after I make my pass by the shuttle that is your mark to proceed men." The Flight leader of Panthera Flight 2 re-iterated to his flight as it is his personal experience with an asteroid field that to be in one spot is suicide, always have to keep moving and at full speed within an asteroid field and he knew if he could keep the shuttle in its place a very high chance it will experience a collision. I don't have to let them know that."

He switched to an open frequency to the on-coming shuttle.

"This is Panthera Flight 2 of Panthera Squadron, your are trespassing and in decree of the n'Osnyi Treaty that is in place here, you are to leave immediately or we will fire upon you, no matter who you are!" His voice clipped and crisp over his comm-unit as he presented himself to the occupants of the shuttle and the rest of his Flight decreased their speed ever so slightly to have him lead his contingent.


Inside the Big One Asteroid

Eddard was intrigued, something was going within the Imperial ranks. Something that could be easily exploited. A plan started to form in his mind. A thin smile appeared on his lips.

-Major? Are you still there? There are 6 of us who are able to pilot a craft? Is that sufficient enough for your "plan"?

Sparro already calculating in his mind. Six pilots....mmm would it be enough for the deception.......we have four TIE's here and I could easily call for the others.....and time is of the essence too. I'll have to make do with what I have now.

"Well that's more than enough Lord Advisor, I will only require three of your six pilots since it's close to impossible to increase the size of my plan. My plan is quite simple yet very delicate." Sparro could feel the glances from his wingmates and his superior Officer.

"Since I can gather your a man of importance and the center of attention, what I propose if you to travel with my wingmates in close formation to our nearby Star Destroyer in my TIE Interceptor while I pilot your shuttle and have your pursuers thinking its you but in essence you will be brought to my ISD and you can make contact with my superior which is Grand Admiral Thrawn whom controls this sector fleet and explain the situation to him." Sparro said, keeping a natural ease of calm despite the huge risks involved in this, but desperate times call for dangerous gambles such as this.

It's crazy enough that it could work and cool off this escalating situation!

The Lord Adviser chuckled at the remark of him being a center of attention. The whole situation was becoming even more absurd. He considered the "plan". This opened some solutions to the current problems. Eddard turned to Brother Thaddeus standing next to him.

-Brother Thaddeus, please call the pilots and those guards that know how to fly a fighter.

The large man-machine remained silent and slowly strode to comply with the order.

-This is an tempting offer, Major, an offer I intend to accept.

Sparro nodded to the reply as he began churning out the detail in his mind on how this will actually work in practice.

"Give me a few moments with my contingent and we can proceed, Lord Advisor." He clicked off the communication and turned to his remaining wingmates.

Commander Varian gave the Major a studying gaze trying to read him and what he just heard.

"Bold to say the least, Major." He said with crossed-arms across his chest. "A little too bold, don't you think."

"Well, I'm open to suggestions if you have any sir." Sparro said casually to the Commander.

Varian was at a loss, Sparro's plan was the only plan that a long shot and that was better than nothing in this situation.

"Possibly." He said as he returned his helmeted-gaze back towards the shuttle.

Thunder observed the interchange between the Major and the Commander.

"So, let me get this straight to clear my Afro, you want them to pilot the Interceptors!? There's only four here and you want three of his people to pilot them and who will be leading this crusade?" His voice rising in disbelief.

Sparro turned his gaze to the Commander with an invisible grin.

Varian took a moment to realize who Sparro had in mind as he looked to the rest of the men slowly with head turned, looking each of their dark-eyes then back to the Major's posture.

"I swear sometimes I feel Captain Eclipse left a part of herself in you, Major." He said in a surrendering tone.

"Is that a good or bad thing, sir?" He was teasing with a grin.

"Define good and bad and you will get your answer, Major. Alright all kidding aside, how can we trust them not to bail on us the moment we leave here?" He asked the Major.

"You will be piloting my Interceptor, Prateri. And before you ask the obvious. I have done my own special modifications to it and managed to have installed a slave-control unit which I have programmed to pick up the signals of each of the CATS's fighters as they emit a certain kind of signal to distinguish us with the rest of them so with that in mind," He said as he leaned in closer to the Commander.

"I have control of the Interceptors, hold down the fire button for five seconds until the light turns blue and you have control of the Interceptor's in your flight."

Varian nodded in respect.

"By extension, even the Captain's fighter too?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Hahahaha....well no. She is one tough nut to crack and by that extension that goes for her fighter as it were." He chuckled as he moved back away from the Commander and faced the shuttle.

"We are ready when you are, Lord Advisor," He said into the com-link. "CATS form-up except you Commander, since you are the negotiator after all and plus you have a pretty face," Sparro said with a nod.

Varian shook his head as he adjusted his helmet while he waited for the arrival of this Lord Advisor of the Union.

The Lord Adviser turned to see the guardsmen, the pilots and the large Royal Guard standing at the door. He could sense their anticipation, their eagerness for action. It was a new experience for them, to be in such a situation and to there to be outsiders involved in it.

-At ease gentlemen...-he paused for a moment-...I hope you know why you were summoned...-before they could answer the old Jedi continued-...You were chosen for your piloting skills. We have been given a tempting offer, one that I cannot turn down, that will bring a more tolerable results. We are to pilot the outsiders' ships to their capitol vessel just outside the asteroid field. The first pilot is coming with me, I need three more volunteers.

He knew that everyone would gladly offer his services for the Union, so he chose the most calm-minded from the guardsmen, the ones with more experience. So Eddard made his choice and indicated to the three guardsmen to move forward. He could sense the envy in the others, so the Jedi tried to conceal the smile.

-I put brother Thaddeus in charge of the shuttle, the second pilot will remain to assist the outsiders. I don't want trouble, you will treat them as guests, no hostilities.-he was speaking to the large Royal Guard, but was sure that the rest of the crew had heard him too. There was an uneasy silence, they didn't know how to treat people who they considered lower than themselves as guests.

The old Jedi got up and walked outside his cabin, followed by the rest of the crew. The Death Guards had formed a corridor for him at the airlock from which the Imperials will enter. The Lord Adviser was waiting at the end of the of the "corridor" with the Royal Guard, the butler Jarvis, and the five pretty maids. They were all waiting for the Imperials to "knock".

Major Sparro started to walk around the shuttle to its entrance followed by Officers Jago and Vaz as they brought up the rear.

Sparro stood silently as he looked to his wingmen, "I better knock I suppose," He said as he brought his hand to the entrance door and knocked three times and stood back.

Eddard raised an eyebrow, he didn't expect the Imperials would actually do this. A thin smile appeared on his bearded face. He nodded to a soldier to open the door. The Death Guard pressed a button on the panel on the right side. The airlock hissed then slowly opened.

Sparro's eyes adjusted as the shuttle doors slowly opened out as the airlocks began to hiss open.

"I really hate the hissing of shuttle doors opening it gives me the chills." Thunder said to his wingmates via helm-com.

-Welcome gentlemen to "Aquila"...

"Major Sparro of Panthera Squadron under the command of Captain Juno Eclipse of the Imperial StarDestroyer Ragnarök of the Empire." Sparro said as he inclined his helmeted head to what appeared to be some guard of the Union. They are also masked with some kind of survival gear, dressed in bland greyish clothing. There was an air of superiority emanating from them as if they were above them.

"Where is the Lord Advisor?" He asked the guard as his vision of the interior was blocked by not only the form of the Union Guard but also their own helmets allowed for a narrow set of vision as Sparro wondered how this Lord Advisor looked like. And see the rest of how the shuttle looked like, usually person(s) ship tells that persons life and how they maintained themselves. Something he picked up from Captain Eclipse's lessons when h was actually concentrating in her lessons.

The Death Guard remained silent for a second then spoke with his deep mechanical voice.

-Follow me...please...-he could not hide his contempt for the outsiders. The guards were known for their fanaticism concerning the Union.

He was about to turn and lead them to the common area when he saw the white robes of the Lord Advisor and the black and white armor of the Royal Guard Thaddeus. The Lord Advisor had the group fixed with his piercing gray eyes.

-I am the Lord Advisor,-he then turned to the guard in front of him-Thank you lieutenant...

The trooper saluted and moved away.

Major Sparro stood there momentarily sizing up the Lord Advisor behind his helmeted gaze and the massive form of some other type of guard beside the Lord Advisor.

"In the name of the Empire, we greet you Lord Advisor. I'm Major Sparro, Flight leader of Panthera Squadron under the command of Captain Juno Eclipse who is presently unavailable to meet you with you personally but no doubt she will want to meet you sir in good time." Silvestris kept an eye on the hulking figure beside the Lord Advisor. Just give that man a warhammer to complete the package he thought to himself.

Both Thunder and Vaz were tense as they brought up the rear and casted their gazes on the man beside the Lord Advisor and their postures stiffened slightly but kept at ease since the Major was taking care of the situation at hand.

"Since time is of the essence, I would like to take a moment to re-iterate to you of the objective by looking at this holo of the Arrissa Field." Sparro brought out a hand-held holo-projector which displayed a map of the entire field in crimson red which the light reflected off Sparro's Flight suit which momentarily made him look like a Red Guard.

"We are here inside the Big One asteroid at the center of the field, the plan is of you and two others will accompany my man that is waiting outside of the shuttle, he will lead you to our ISD that's just hidden behind the Field and ahead of the Nebula." Sparro indicated with the image showing a possible route to their intended situation.

"I will call in one of my Flights to attach themselves to the magnetic latches from the net and will instruct them to take the shuttle the opposite direction straight towards the surrounding Nebula and come around to make the distraction look legitimate and would bring us juts outside of their tractor beam range while at the same time you will have arrived to our ISD and then will make contact with the Grand Admiral and present the situation to him." Sparro said as he took a moment to let his gaze look about the very luxurious shuttle now taking a concentrated look.

"Any questions, Lord Advisor?" Sparro added and awaited the Jedi's response.

A thin smile appeared on his lips. The Lord Adviser caressed his long white beard.

-No, your expose of the situation was quite sufficient. I only have some "instructions" about how to deal with the crew that remain on-board.-he half-turned towards the Royal Guard-This is brother Thaddeus, he is a Royal Guard of the House Atreides, he doesn't speak much, so don't expect a nice chit-chat with him. For assistance with the controls of the shuttle the co-pilot Avian will remain. And another thing...-he paused for a moment smiling-...please don't try anything with the maids, I know that they are pretty but our laws are very strict. For any further assistance you can talk with the butler - Jarvis, he is the well-mannered old man. The rest of the crew are the remaining Death Guards - the soldiers with the gas masks - they also are quite silent. And please, refrain from entering my cabin unless it was necessary.

Major Sparro's helmeted gaze observed the maids in question and then the guards of death. Not so scary, he estimated. Then returned his gaze back to an old and weary face, eyes as though they have seen more than anyone has seen in a lifetime.

"We have our own strict code of conduct in the Empire, Lord Advisor. Rest assured we'll be doing our job in order for you to do yours in good time. Well that settles that, would your co-pilot direct us to the cockpit so we can get this going and my Commander outside will instruct you further before we depart." The Major replied to the wispy beard and long white haired Jedi.


Outside the Aquila...

The Commander was moving back and forth waiting on the Major and this mysterious Lord Advisor of the Union. Then his built-in comm unit was picking something faint.

"Imperi...vessel....have...roached.on.territ..y...under....protection..........Admiral..Thrawn......the...purpose......of this............trespass." Then it was static.

"Dammit. I'll need to get the full message of that burst transmission once we leave. Something is happening outside." Within his helmet, Commander Varian gritted his teeth as he looked back to the dormant shuttle. Our time is cutting it close. Come on Sparro.

Inside the shuttle...

-Very well then - the Jedi nodded to the Major then turned to the co-pilot - Avian you are to help these gentlemen, you don't want them to scratch the duchess' shuttle, do you? - then raised his voice so that the rest of the crew could hear him - Crew of the "Aquila" I order you to co-operate with our Imperial friends ... yes, they will soon be our allies when Her Ultimacy sign the peace treaty with Lord Vader. So don't worry for the current situation, diplomatic crisis like these happen usually. You are to listen to the Major and to Brother Thaddeus. That is all... Bey lah heifla.

-Bay lah! - replied in unison the rest of the crew.

The old Jedi turned to Sparro.

-Well, I think I should go...-he smiled - I wish you luck with them, they are a bit hard to understand...but I think you'll get along quite well.

Then proceeded to the airlock.



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Date Posted: 7/1 11:06pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: I would like to thank SSS for his contribution as Vos for this post. It has been a great journey for Vos and Solo but now comes the time for us to part ways. Thanks again for everything! peace

IC: Han Solo
The Stellarus, Landing Platform, Coruscant

The Stellarus wasn't exactly what you would consider an imposing ship, but she still had an air of sovereignty about her as she sat nestled against the windswept platform outside the Senate District - just where Vos had left her. In many ways, she was like a silent sentinel keeping watch over the hustle and bustle that defined the very essence of Coruscant itself. Some even considered a ship to be an extension of her owner, a living, breathing entity that complimented their biological counterpart in various ways. As Han Solo approached the vessel and stepped into the shadow being cast by her bow, he couldn't help but find himself starting to agree with that sentiment. The Stellarus' hull was craggy and irregular, just like the Kiffu's rugged face. Also similar to her wayward pilot, the freighter appeared to be ever watchful, sitting alone in a darkened corner and observing her surroundings, waiting to spring at just the right moment. The silent sentinel - yes, it was fitting for both Vos and his ship.

But Han had not come here to observe - he was here on a mission. The datacard that was pinched between thumb and forefinger was proof of that. He had been sent personally by Vos himself to return to the freighter and retrieve the information the card revealed. It wasn't the most exciting of missions, part of him suspected it was a ploy to keep him out of trouble, but he vowed to remain loyal and carry out his duties, even if it meant spending the rest of the afternoon cooped up within the confines of the steely freighter.

Heaving a sigh of frustration, Han came to a halt before the security interface located on the patchy hull. It was designed to keep intruders out and only allow access to those individuals who were privileged enough to possess the authorization codes. Unfortunately for Han, he wasn't one of those gifted few, but there were always alternatives. Vos had taught him well. What Vos didn't realize was he might have taught him a little too well.

During their three year sojourn together, Han had done his best to observe and follow in the Kiffu's footsteps, picking up valuable information where attainable and putting them to use to meet his own needs. One of those instances occurred while Vos was standing in the exact same spot where Han himself stood now. Unaware of the prying eyes of the young man, Vos had typed in the access codes to his beloved ship while Han stood back and observed every hand motion. The same routine happened over and over again in various situations until Han was able to commit the pattern to memory. Now with furrowed brow, he recalled the pattern Vos had used several times in the past, following his exact motions and entering the authorization code into the panel. Several tense seconds passed as Han waited with bided breath until the familiar whine of machinery reverberated from the heart of the ship. It had worked! The welcoming sight of the landing ramp lowering into position was enough to ease his mind and blowing out a sigh of relief, he started up the slight incline towards the gaping maw that led into the interior.

Once inside, the access corridor was dark, the only illumination coming from the dull emergency lights lining the base of the corridor where the floor met the wall. Han had to tread carefully in order to see, his right hand trailing along the wall to ensure that he stay on course. As luck would have it, his journey through the dark was short and he soon stumbled upon the cockpit.

Where the rest of the Stellarus appeared to be quite dead, the cockpit was still a flurry of activity. Various lights and indicators continued to shimmer across the control panel almost as if they were competing with the running lights of speeders and air taxis criss-crossing back and forth across Coruscant's skyways outside the forward viewport. It appeared as if it was all one big sychronized light show, but Han paid it no mind, more interested in the bundle of information contained within the datacard in his hand. Without so much as a glance out the viewport, Han pushed himself forward and settled down within the pilot's chair. He flipped the card around in his grip, studying it under a crucial eye one last time, and pressing his lips into a thin line, inserted it into the computer interface. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he would be ready.

Something shifted and moved below the console on his right side and not allowing himself time to think, Han instinctively turned and focused his gaze onto the source of the movement. Directly to the left of the control yoke on the co-pilot's side, a tiny compartment had popped out of the console's housing, revealing a storage locker of some sort. Narrowing his eyes curiously, Han studied the locker intently before directing his eyes back to the computer panel. So, the datacard hadn't been carrying any information after all. It had been a key. But a key to what? This whole thing better not be some wild bantha chase concocted by Vos himself...

An indignant smirk crossed the young man's features as he eased himself forward and peered into the locker, reaching in with his right hand to rummage around. Much to his disappointment, he found that the locker was nearly empty, its only contents including yet another datacard, a blank ID card and...he paused and furrowed his brow. This couldn't be right. A cred card giving him access to a personal bank account?

His smirk instantly faded away into a frown as his eyes bore onto the second datacard lying alongside the other objects. Was this one a key as well? Or did this card actually hold all the answers? Something was telling him it was the latter and before he could change his mind, he snatched it up and slipped it into the computer beside the spot where he had inserted the first one.

A computer screen on the console instantly flickered to life and revealed a line of text that would've appeared to be nonsense to the naked eye, but Han knew better. It was a list of names - places, to be exact, but their significance didn't end there. He noted that each location on the screen also happened to host its own spaceport and he knew better than to brush it off as a coincidence. Vos had done his homework and managed to provide him with a list of safe ports located throughout the galaxy. But his generosity hadn't stopped there. He had also obtained an ID card and a bank account for him to access, but the big question was why? Why was he doing all of this?

As if the computer had heard his unvoiced question, the contents on the monitor suddenly shifted and where the list of locations had been moments before, a blinking cursor had now taken its place. The rhythmic flashing of the yellow text was almost taunting him as it prompted him for an eight-letter password to continue his search.

"What kind of a deal is this?" he muttered under his breath with annoyance. He had no clue what would unlock the rest of the program and after 20 minutes and over a hundred failed attempts later, Han was miffed. He was now fully convinced that this was some elaborate joke setup by Vos and he was about to give the Kiffu a piece of his mind by ripping out the computer interface, when something etched into the side of the storage locker caught his attention.

"Who climbs trees?" Han read the phrase scratched into the metal encasement back to himself. It was simple enough and it was something that normally would've been brushed off as the work of a destructive youth, but Han was certain it had a deeper meaning.

A crooked grin lifted up one corner of his mouth as the answer came to him. With a deep breath, he slowly keyed in his eight letter response: W-O-O-K-I-E-E-S

The text on the screen disappeared momentarily as it processed the information. Han reclined back and ran a hand over his chin, expecting the prompt to return after a moment just like all the previous times, but surprisingly, that didn't happen. Instead, the monitor decided to go haywire. Streaks of static began to race across the screen with increasing momentum until a pixelated display of color danced across the entire image. He thought he had outdone his welcome and the computer had finally had enough with his fiddling around while trying to break into the mainframe. He was about to shut down the system completely and resign himself to his fate of more waiting aboard the freighter when the pixelated screen transitioned into a sea of stars and finally, the grainy, blue image of Vos himself.

Han gaped slightly as the recorded image of the Kiffu spoke.

"Greetings, young Solo. By watching this, you have proven to be much smarter than the galaxy would give you credit for...but I have known this since we first met onboard that slime’s trade-ship. I am sorry for our abrupt departure; if that was the case, but these things never seem to happen as planned..."


The image flickered and for a brief moment, the audio was lost. Now leaning forward in the pilot's chair with anticipation, Han didn't seem to notice. His thoughts were elsewhere; notions of betrayal or maybe something much worse were passing through his mind. He didn't like where this was going.

"Sorry about that, stupid recorder. Now, where was I... Ahh, yes planning. I have felt for sometime that you have---"


Han ripped out the datacard and stuffed it into the pocket of his cargo pants, abruptly ending the message. He had heard enough. Planning? He scoffed and rose from the chair, gathering the rest of the objects scattered within the locker and securely placing them into his pocket alongside the datacard. Without a second glance to the scrambled image now displaying on the monitor, Han headed aft towards the hold to gather his things.

Vos had betrayed him. Out of all of his associates over the years, he was the one he had least expected to plunge the vibroblade into his back. It was subtle, sure, but he was still straying from his promise - a promise to see his dreams fulfilled. The Academy had been the object of his affections since he was a child and now that was being taken from him. Vos had spoken of plans in his message. Plans to coax him away from the Academy. Who did he think he was to assume that he knew what was best for him? He knew it had been too good to be true to believe that he could attend Carida for free as the Re's stead. The galaxy didn't work like that and everything these days came with a price. He was foolish to trust in these people and to follow them around like a blind vornskr for years on end.

Well, he would show them. He would prove himself on his own without the help of a renegade Jedi or the Emperor of the galaxy watching over him. It was gonna be tough, but he could use the credits deposited in the bank account to rent himself an apartment, find a steady job to hone his skills and with enough luck, he would be able to pay his own way into the Academy. That was the perfect plan and he was determined to see it through.

Stuffing what little clothes and belongings he owned into a knapsack, Han bid farewell to the Stellarus and worked his way back to the access ramp. With the bag now slung over one shoulder, he reactivated the security interface and set out on his way, never looking back.

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Date Posted: 7/2 5:49am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/2 6:00am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
IC: Master Whie, jedi cruiser, Haven
Location: Ylix star system


The jedi heaved a heartfelt sigh of relief once the bridge doors closed behind him, signalling his release from bridge duty.

He was definitely going to have to champion getting more people involved in the vital duty, the equivalent of being a Jedi Gatekeeper at the Temple.

Drawing the stale ship-board air into his lungs, he decided to take the stairwell, and headed rear-wards towards the plexiglase encased cylinder, inside which the meta and plastic spiral staircase led up one level to the newly appointed Council Chambers, and two decks down to Command Tower deck CT4, and then turbolift the remaining floors into the Interdictor’s main hull.

Running his right hand down the silver-tinted outer railing, he descended rapidly to CT4, allowed his momentum to swing him, boots still on the deck, over to the turbolifts, where he selected one, entered, and moments later, emerged into the top and rear-most deck of the main hull, Deck 14.

A surprised smile spread across his face under the cultured black beard, at the sight of the esteemed Master Jorus C’Boath, coming the other way up the corridor.

Whie felt a bit self conscious in his civilian attire, black trousers and sleeveless waistcoat over a silk shirt; but hopefully, within the day, with Knight Presli’s help, he would be in traditional jedi attire once more. In fact, despite his outside cheer, he hungered for the conformity.

“Master C’Boath!” He greeted as he came level with the Hero of Barlok. “Good to see you up and about.”

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Date Posted: 7/2 7:38am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
OOC: I will post soon for those of you waiting. Work is very busy at the moment. Thank you for your patience, we now return you to our show.
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