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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/9 2:45pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Galactic Senate. Location: Imperial Centre The Inquisitor could feel the petite personal assistant struggling with something, though he was unsure what. “ I’m …ah… I beg your pardon,” said Soobie taken aback by the Inquistor’s request. Her eyes flicked past Nelf to the dark haired aide that he had just passed on entering the cubicles, and then further up into the hallway of the inner sanctum. “Obtain access to Lord Vader’s office?” Though intent on the young being’s face, he sensed no hostility through the Force, so ignored her subtle stretching behind herself, whilst putting a finger to her quite small lips. He did wonder, though, if she had to take small bites to eat her food. “Inquisitor,” She said, inhaling and trying to stand taller, as if to impress him. In fact, it just melted his heart; it was like witnessing a youngling clop-clopping about in her mother’s shoes. She continued, “I guess I’m not going to get that lollipop back but…I received no word from Lord Vader about this … ” Yavinelf was surprised just how pleased he was that she was interested in the lollipop after all, and in unconscious response, started smiling broadly. “The two matters are mutually exclusive,” he assured her, bringing her lollipop back out, pinched between the thumb and forefinger of his good hand, and putting it before her again. He released it physically, but used a negligent display of telekinesis to keep it afloat, spinning on its stick, whilst he reached over to pat her indulgently on her head, “the lollipop was for being such a brave girl while I treated your nasty injury.” He lifted his hand, and drew back slightly but kept his voice low enough so that only she could hear. “I also received no word from Lord Vader, Miss Soobie.” He admitted, almost losing himself in her large eyes. “But, I am an agent of the Force, young lady, and I do not sense the Executor inside that office. So, on whose authority do you deny me access?” Tag: Miss Soobie -----signature----- Crowning Moment of Awesome – THE MASTER. Summoning six billion robotic beach balls Of Doom to decimate the Earth, blowing a good-bye kiss to the Doctor, all the while dancing to "Voodoo Child". EPIC. EVIL. WIN. 007 Family - DVC's twin bro'.
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The-Magicians-Master Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/10 4:53am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/10 5:01am (1 edits total) Edited By: The-Magicians-Master
	OOC: This was a surprise joint-effort with Senora Pash, in-debted to you for your contribution. And thank you Morpheus from the Matrix quoting in this post. TMM IC: Homicide Detective. Kol Phoenix and Chief of Municipal Police. Riek Supiro Coruscant - 6th Precinct, Coruscant Municipal Police Department(CMPD) The PD were inscrutable. The higher levels in the over all traffic grid were still highly restricted hours after the missile attack on the Senate and though her Skyhopper's registration was "fished" every 20 seconds, Riek was still required to give verbal report on her way down toward the Police tower where it sat in the west side of the Government district. On her descent she responded to Kol's message from the pleasant quiet and dark of the pressurized cabin, the blinking indicators strobing softly over her form as she sat back harness and seat. She sent it whole, a one way. That's what you did when you didn't really want a reply or were a little too hot to trust your own words, or the dog ate your homework! "Greeting and solicitations, Detective Phoenix. I can't imagine to what I owe this honored summons to your office, but being as how you are seldom spied out of your hidey hole, I'll overlook your presumption and grace you threshold with my presence! You can dust off a chair between now and when I arrive, which should be in about 10 minutes...Chief Supiro... out!" "Chief..." "You've about 70 calls waiting, Chief. Shall I rout them to your office?" called her reception from the "pit". "Oh, Chief Supiro, we're from Galactic New Service. My name's Bolo Iges. Can we get a comment from you on the Skyhook fire? We understand there's and Order 66 up there. Is there any fact to the rumor this is related to the Senate bombin..." Riek flew by on her way to and from her office thrusting a flimsy with her initial report into the case file "Captain's" slotted face. The "Captain" was a stationary unit that took up one wall of the open office pool of each department. "I'll be downstairs for a few, hold my calls," called Riek as she entered the lift, the doors closing on a bevy of "fact seeking" journalists. *** "Well?" queried Riek as she stood in Kol's doorway, arms crossed. Kol smiled to the sound of the Chief's voice, with just the hint of vexation in her slightly clipped accent. He had just placed a desk mirror on the table behind him, exactly parallel to his desk as he sat 'in-between' the table and his desk with his back to the Chief of Police. He could see her standing at the doorway from the angle he had specifically placed in order to better observe the Chief as he had never had the time to 'meet and greet' the new Police Chief since the Old Horse stood down and there was a period of transition within the 6th Precinct and at that time the Old Horse had put a recommendation for Kol. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. He concentrated in wetting the warm wet wash-cloth slowly and looked at the reflection over his shoulder from his mirrored 'self'. "Take a seat, Chief. I apologize for my earlier presumption in my message to you ma'am. Anyhow I would greet you but my hands are occupied at the moment, Chief Supiro." As he showed both hands, his right with a razor and the other with a wet wash cloth. Kol gently wet his beard. To let the warm water softened the beard for a few minutes before shaving it. "Please, I did dust off the chair as per your request so its safe." He gestured to the chair directly in front of his desk with a hint of amusement. "You seem to have a knack with mingling with the Inquisitors and Hands, Chief Supiro." He commented to the recent Skyhook incident and even way back to the partial destruction of the late Emperor's Palace Throne room. He applied the shaving cream over his beard, with one hand, gently stretching the skin. With his other hand, started shaving. A drop of blood on a gym shoe. A piece of fibre found on a stairway. The impression of a spade used to dig a basement grave. DNA picked up from a sneeze. A few microscopic traces of glass, blown back on the clothing of an intruder. These have been the first threads of forensic investigations, discovered and collected at crime scenes, left-over particles from actions that have ripped open the fabric of people’s lives. Before any investigation can start, evidence must be collected. The scene itself, whether inside, outside, or mobile, has to be gone over as if the processors were exploring a site on Mars. What’s this? Why is this here? Why isn’t this here? What does this all mean? And – how do we get the evidence back to the lab without destroying it? Generally, once the police call for assistance from the crime lab, Crime scene teams consisting of evidence technicians and any forensic specialists needed – like blood spatter interpreters, trace analysts, firearms examiners – are sent to the scene. These processors start the chain of evidence that may stretch from the scene through the detectives’ investigation, through the crime lab, all the way to trial. Processors and investigators have a term for the ideal: ‘keeping the chain tight.’ And they have only one shot at picking up the links left at the scene. As he was still processing the link he had discovered within the Evidence room, a link that had very deep implications and at the same time Kol wasn't surprised by the fact and that's what made Kol almost hesitant which meant its a very dangerous practice to raid your own Evidence room especially one tied to ISB, this caused him to eye the standing Chief in her dark blue suit as his eyes followed to her belt-line and noticed what looked like jodhpur pants. He re-traced his quick glance over up her white silk buttoned down shirt with her long flared coat giving her an impression she was a horseback rider than a Police Chief. Kol began with the sideburns with short, firm strokes in the direction the hair grows. "I know you must be full to the brim of calls, messages and reports so I'll get to the point. On the desk is a print out of a date, time and name and a case file number.....that no longer exists within the Evidence room, if you could shed some light, if you will Chief?" Kol said evenly, as he rinsed the razor to remove the whiskers and shaving cream from it. Moving from the sideburns down toward the chin and across the cheeks. Tag: Chief Riek Supiro
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MASTER-OF-EVIL Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 7/11 5:58am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Poem by French philosopher Simone Weil. MOE IC: Officer Magris Quill Yavin IV The Anomid observed as the Sergeant took a moment with the two stationed guards to the room where the Consular Shuri had mentioned to Magris earlier of a meeting of some importance. His black orbs took a curious glance to the doors of the room then back to the Sergeant as he turned around as he informed of her the situation. “They’re still in the meeting but it’s been a while,” he asserted with little fanfare. “For the time being, we can wait in these seats,” he stated gesturing to some nearby chairs. After placing the young ward seated beside the Padawan Nashtah and her gaze turned to his own as he he could feel her examining him, he could feel her eyes and mind to gauge Magris from his observation of the Padawan. With a slight tilt of his head. "Is there anything the matter, Padawan Nashtah?" Magris slowly moved towards the chairs that are on either side of the corridor they are in and took the one opposite the Jedi as he adjusted his cape as he sat down gracefully before her. He slowly regarded the guards once more then back to the Sergeant before resting his gaze to the pale-skinned Jedi. An infinite spectrum of possibilities illuminated the sight of the Jedi Nashtah, why was she, why has she garnered ill-favour with the Rebels especially the Sergeant more so. It seems to the Anomid, the Padawan has a duality from what he recognized from the Sergeant's off-hand remark about her supposed past. This said, I found myself in a gateway to the "eternal present," that reality beyond time, which transcends the material world humanity deems its domain. Only when I stand in the threshold of the ineffable present, the reality between the illusions of past and future, can I participate fully with life. The Anomid was trying to understand the borderline he is in between the Jedi and the Alliance trying to ascertain the meanings between such coherent forces of nature personified. Trying to journey within himself to come to an understanding of such things especially in regards to the Padawan. I say "ineffable" present because the gateway is like sitting alongside a large river of mild current in which that part of the river immediately in front of me represents the eternal present, that which flows towards me a dream, and that which is already by me a memory. There is no stopping the flow of the river, just as there is no past or future, only the fluidity of the present moment. Which Magris's mind came to a paradox of his own making trying to come a reason of understanding the dualities that are at play between the Padawan, representing the Jedi and of Magris's self-awareness of the intricate threads at flow of the Alliance. A paradox is a statement that seems contradictory, but when understood, expresses a truth that illuminates the humor embodied in the "essential truths" of the transcendent mystery of the universe. The Anomid leaned back as he slowly digested his own understanding as it unfolds, conjuring an intellectual image of a paradox. Paradoxes are the windows of the soul. I say this because life's paradoxes are a "double vision" of sorts, like peering out of a house through a pane of glass. Through the window we see objects that lie outside the house and simultaneously reflections of things that lie within. And the glass, through which we peer, at once transparent and reflective, represents the unity of the transcendent mystery, whereas the view without and the reflection within represent the pair of opposites that comprise our intellectual understanding of the material world. Through his studies and experiences in his life, the Anomid recalled a fellow Anomid philosopher and the short poem that entailed the recollection as he returned his gaze to the Padawan with a curious penetration of his own. We see either the dust on the window or the view beyond the window, but never the window itself...... "Hmmmm..." He hummed lightly through his vocalizer. As he came to an understanding and awaited the Padawan's curiosity to be filled. Tag: Padawan Nashtah and Sergeant Odievo -----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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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/11 7:17pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/11 7:44pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Corellian_Outrider
	~OOC~ I have moved things along for the Bestine Situation. As requested, your assets are free now Sithy. ~IC~ : Captain Cale Lawson, First Lieutenant Taryn Haywood (X.O). Location: Fondor - Victory-class Star Destroyer, Ulysses - Captain Lawson's Quarters Cale didn't know how long he sat there staring at the glowing terminal screen. His report was completed and attached to a letter he had finished typing directed to his friend in Imperial Intelligence. His finger hovering over the send option, unsure whether to send or not. In his head, he was reliving the events, questioning if he had done the right thing: Arriving early at Fondor, he and half his crew had prematurely performed a shake down on their new 'home' before they were even ready. Escorted by an Interdictor, they performed a few exercises to find and remove any kinks from the systems. The Interdictor unintentionally blocked the way for a Confederate Strike Force forcing an encounter. Shortly they were fighting for their lives. Taking the platoon of Stormtroopers with him, he defied logic and common sense in an attempt to storm the enemy vessel to capture the enemy Commander and also gather Intel. The Ulysses took heavy damage protecting the Interdictor Incarcerator while holding back the enemy. They successfully destroyed three of the enemy Recusant cruisers before Imperial reinforcements showed up from Fondor and also Sullust to help take on the Lucrehulk battleship. With the aid of Commodore Valentine, his team were extracted from the Lucrehulk before the environment was destroyed around them. The enemy vessel crippled and leaderless, the a salvage team sent from Fondor to recover the vessel while the prisoners were taken from the Ulysses' brig to a secure location. Badly damaged, the Ulysses limped back to Fondor awaiting extensive repairs. He cupped his hands over his eyes, he was worn out. The warm cup of caf by the terminal couldn't remove the sour taste in his mouth from the recent discussion with his Executive Officer. * * * * * * * * * "Permission to speak frankly sir." Taryn asked while stepping closer. "Of course. My rank is off so you don't have to-ooph!" Taryn whacked him hard in the face with her hand, leaving a glowing red mark on Cale's cheek. "What is wrong with you?" She growled. "Excuse me?" Cale asked and rubbed his cheek. She whacked him again. "What the hell do you think you were doing? How dare you recklessly put your life in jeopardy like that. You are an 'Officer of the Imperial Starfleet', not some 'gunslinger' from the Rim!" "I was doing what I thought was best for everyone." Cale reasoned. "Best? You almost got our troops killed by storming into the enemy ship. Some are in a critical condition and we lost two shuttles and personnel! You are not a pilot anymore. Get that into your head. You can't go around flying into a situation with guns blazing!" "Don't tell me what I can and can't do!" Cale raised his voice. Taryn went silent, shocked by his sudden outburst and then scowled at him. "Look, I am sorry. I didn't mean to shout and I certainly didn't mean to upset you all by going off like that." He apologised. "Look at if from my perspective. If we didn't engage them and ran, we wouldn't know what they were doing. If we destroyed them and picked up the remains of the computer core in the wreckage, we would have fragments of information and that is not nearly enough to go by. Yes what I did was a big risk but the payoff would be even bigger once it has been passed onto Intelligence." Taryn nodded. "Now look at if from mine. The Commandeering officer goes AWOL and joins the fray. The ship dumped into my hands along with everybody's lives that are on this ship. Not to mention being outnumbered by an enemy force in an untested vessel! For you this might be a game, but I am not laughing." She held her glare for a moment before it wavered and she had to look away. "I'm glad that you are okay, but I am not happy with you right now. Think before you do something stupid like that again." She turned around and walked to the door leaving Cale to his thoughts. He just stared at the wall. When Taryn opened the door, a crowd of people were waiting outside eavesdropping. "There is nothing to see here. Go back to your stations." She said to them as she left. * * * * * * * * * Grounded is not a good feeling for a pilot, even a retired pilot. If it weren't for his injury during the early days of the war, he would still be flying. Things were much more simpler when your responsibility was for your own life and that of your squadron. Its it a whole different game when you are in charge of a starship. It would take a month or so for the Ulysses to be service ready again. Even longer to be in peak condition. Chief Engineer Arno had promised that she would do what she can to speed the process up, though Cale could not help but wonder if she will be successful convincing her superiors to redirect resources their way. The Neimodians have refused to talk so far. From what information they deciphered from the Lucrehulk Haka'tak, the Confederate forces were planning to strike at Derra IV or Kira. A notification should have been sent to them by now to be alert. While they came out of the situation at Bestine with more than they could hope for, Cale can't help but note that things would of gone terribly. He shook his head and took one last sip of his caf as he read over the letter one more time: [Dear Madeline Mearas. It has been too long since the last time we talked. But I believe it might be longer still for the next time we do. Though I have enjoyed our rivalry over the years, I kinda expected that it would continue for many years to come. What I am trying to say is that I guess this means you win. I regret to inform you that enclosed with this message is my official report of the incident and also my resignation. I believe that I am not ready to take this command and my behaviour was unbecoming of an officer. My previous actions had been rash and endangered the lives of my crew and the lives of others. While I will miss my crew, they are like a family to me, I believe that is for the best that they be given a competent Commander. I strongly recommend that I be relieved of my command and taken off duty. Effective and immediately. Your sincerely Cale Lawson. P.S. I know this should go through the proper Military channels but I wanted you to hear it from my own words. Once the prisoners are taken out of our hands, I will forward this message to Command.] To tired to think any further, he saved and closed the letter down without sending it and shut down the terminal. "The report can wait for another few hours." TAG: No one -----signature----- "Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waiting for?" "You take on One.You take on All" "Creation is an act of sheer will and next time it will be flawless"
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/12 2:34pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/12 2:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sith-I-5
	OOC: Nice post Corellian. Hope this does not mean the end of all those characters! IC: Army Lieutenant Midge Jetton, Bree, main hangar, HNN Skyhook. Location: Coruscant skies The lieutenant had thought that ceding authority to the authoritative young woman in the blue frock coat, would ease his responsibilities, but instead there were two centres of chaos in the hangar now. The brown ISB agent before him, Acen Hunter, shield wallet flapped open over the breast pocket of his jacket, was pumping him for information on what had gone on up here. Hunter had, with the other paramedic, already removed the remains of his men – the one sliced in half by this Wayland character, and the head of NTS-2334, the one decapitated by the sub-adult jedi girl – to their medical larty, addressing the soldiers’ concerns before his own, so Jetton willingly gave him a stripped down report for his superiors. “So, let me get this straight. The bounty hunter came aboard representing the Municipal Police, and exchanged fire with the jedi infiltrators. Then the Coruscant Guard came along, joined forces with the bounty hunter and the same happened. Then you guys turn up, lose one of your gunships to a jedi girl padawan, she flies off. And to top it all, an unknown craft bursts from the top of the skyhook, and subsequently fires upon the Senate.” “Well, we couldn’t see what they got up to after they left here,” Jetton shrugged, “but for the rest, yes, Agent. And then Wayland turned up, and just went nut-so.” “Ah yes, body bag number three.” Acen nodded as he snapped his datapad shut. “Thank you, Lieutenant Jetton. Much appreciated.” A stormtrooper stepped smartly up to the pair before Acen could depart. “Lieutenant? And you should hear this too, Agent. The medical frigate Huntress has just arrived. They have been apprised of the situation by PlanDef, and report that a lot of their patients were returned to their ships, so have ward capacity, and that they are prepping the requested Level One surgical team.” Both Midge and Acen immediately looked towards Isard’s prone form, on the stretcher that was flat on the deck. “Can your larty make it to the frigate?” “As long as someone points out which one it is.” Jetton turned back to his trooper. “Signal PlanDef that Director Isard is on her way-” “Whoa!” Acen placed a hand on the officer’s upper arm, and looked towards the stormtrooper. “Cancel that! We are not broadcasting over a channel, open or otherwise, that the director of Imperial Intelligence is travelling in a larty.” The lieutenant immediately realised his error, but covered by staring pointedly and silently at Acen’s hand till he removed it. “Thank you.” He looked up at the stormtrooper. “Belay my order, the agent is right. Do not volunteer any information regarding the passenger’s identity. Regardless of who requests it.” “Yes sir.” The stormtrooper turned away from the pair, the rumpled green uniform of Supiro’s Executive Assistant momentarily vying with the trooper’s white armour to occupy the same space, then Roc Il’Barati was next to the officer. “It’s Jetton, right?” Despite being faintly repulsed by the crumbs of some past meal on the larger man’s collar, Jetton felt comfited in the presence of a fellow lieutenant, even one from a different Service. “That’s me.” “ Chief Supiro’s remanding site authority to you and asks that you let her know who takes over if you change detail before there’s a debriefing to Command.” Il’Barati stated, giving it the full officialese that the transfer of responsibility demanded. “You can comm me and I’ll relay your messages if any.” A heavy sigh escaped Jetton with the re-assumed authority, but Commander Ersky’a had chosen his second well. “Understood, Lieutenant. There will be no more changes of detail before my ship, the Admiral Thrawn, returns. My orders are to establish a garrison and that is precisely what I will do.” He followed Rocket’s appraisal of the dark red stain, almost invisible against the shiny black deck, where his trooper had been gutted with an aerial spin of Wayland’s lightsabre. Unknown to the military man, he was sharing the policeman’s lament that he had not caught the flashy duel on holocam. As the Municipal official walked back to his chief, Jetton looked for the Holonet liaison, the female twi’lek. He trotted over to her; standing to one side of the great hangar, hugging herself, as if the departure of her Imperial Guard friends had made her somehow lonelier and colder. Her conservatively-cut black skirt-suit covered her arms, and stopped at her knees, but the effect was lost on him as the dark colour accentuated her sheer whiteness, making her look cadaverous. “Miss?” He said, putting a smile on his face. She was an alien, but one with some authority, even if it was only with a commercial entity, so he put on the friendly act. Plus, this was Coruscant, where the politicians, military and commerce high-ups were all in one-another’s pockets. She looked up at him, and smiled back, though the expression was a bit wan. She looked from him to the two stormtroopers that he knew had trailed him. After the events of the day, he was keeping one with him at all times. “Lieutenant Jetton.” She acknowledged with a slight nod. “Can you get onto your bosses groundside, and see if you can arrange for the skylight over the garden to be repaired as soon as possible. I would feel better if there was not some part of the skyhook open to space.” “Yes, lieutenant.” her smile increased, a show that she was pleased to cooperate. “Of course.” The tableau of the four of them, him, her, the two stormies, remained as it dawned on him that for her, ‘cooperation’ did not actually involve walking anywhere. In spite of his earlier politeness, Jetton made shoo-ing movements with his hands, as if trying to ward off hawkbats from a park bench. “Well then! Run along!” “What? Oh, I don’t need to.” As she spoke, she unwrapped her right arm to tap a painted fingernail against the small plastic box adhered to the side of her white skull. She missed the irritated roll of his eyes at the call and arrival of Rocket Il’Birati. This time he seemed to have gotten what looked like a restaurant’s ‘take-out bag’ from somewhere, reminding Jetton of how long it had been since he had eaten. “Hello, Miss. Mind if we talk for a bit? I’m Lieutenant Roc Il’barati. We didn’t get a chance to talk earlier. Can you gain access to the surveillance room on this thing? I, um, I’d to review some of the video from the cams along the perpetrators’ routes.” The twi’lek glanced towards Midge for permission. “Lieutenant?” “Yes yes, run along.” Midge nodded, turning from her in dismissal. “Yes, Lieutenant Il’Barati. If you will follow me please, we need to go up two floors.” Pleased to be doing something to help, she led the policeman from the hangar, into the corridor, and turned in the direction of the nearest turbolift. “Ye, Gods.” Jetton muttered as soon as she was safely out of earshot. “An alien and a cyborg. Why don’t we just space her now?” “Was that an order, lieutenant?” He glanced at the blank faceplate of the nearest stormtrooper. “No. No, who needs the flimsi-work.” His eye caught the oddest looking craft in the hangar, a black-and-white monstrosity that looked the blades of a gaffi stick had been arranged around a standard TIE cockpit ball. “And I am guessing that ugly thing is Wayland’s craft?” He headed briskly over to it, found the pair of steps set into the hull to allow him to access the open hatch, and stuck his head inside for a look see. A moment later he was out, a dull bong as the back of his head hit the top rim of the circular hatch, and his cap fell into the darkness. “Oh that sick frag!” Jetton gabbled hysterically, falling into the arms of the first stormtrooper, “He’s got a hand sitting on the control panel, a hand, just as plain as you please!” He looked towards the medics who had been fussing with the Intelligence director, but could see that they, along with their patient, had exited the hangar. Inside, the re-animated hand that was Mrs Rose, scuttled round to gaze up at the open hatch. She had hitched a ride down from the Executor in the TIE Defender, and been beside herself when she had seen the pilot vertically sliced in half by the other lightsabre-wielder. Tag: Rocket Il’Barati -----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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Jerjerrod-Lennox Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 7/13 1:04pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: Many thanks to CO for proff readinfg this post and his thoughts, much appreciated! Secondly I will be going on holiday from the 16th July to the 30th. All my NPC's and Scyther will be in suspension until I return. IC: Docotr Ashri, Ensign Charios (NPC’s) Location: InterSD Huntress, en route to Coruscant Doctor Ashei had just finished with his last patient and boy was he tired. He had frankly had enough and it was time now to rest and recover before being possibly transferred back to his comrades of the former Star Destroyer Obdurate. Or maybe Captain Ivanov would keep him here until the patients could be transferred safely back off Huntress. Ashri wiped the sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his white doctor’s coat, which wasn’t so white anymore, and concentrate on stitching up the patient’s wound. A tough task even for an experienced doctor as it required precision, concentration and attention to detail. First he made sure the wound was clean and sterilised against infections before carefully and gently as he could closing the wound with the stitches he had brought with him. Finally, after twenty minutes of careful precision, the wound was closed and given one last clean before Ashri declared his work done for the day, or night, or whatever time it was. He had been working so long he had lost track of time. As he was dropping his last set of tools into the sterilizing bin nearby Doctor Debgate appeared with another woman, probably coming to check whether the two doctors would be leaving station for now. “Doctors. I am being shown to a cabin” she said. Ashri nodded and watched as the other woman stepped in a put a comlink down on the side nearest where they had been working. “This is keyed to my personal comlink; as soon as you are ready, call me, Investigator Linda, and I will show you to guest quarters” “Of course, thank you” replied Ashri as brightly as he could, but inside he was really screaming for a rest. “Alright Ny Brun I’m done for the session. I’m going to pop out and grab a bit to eat and then I’ll take up that lovely Linda’s offer of quarters. Call me if anything urgent needs attending to”. He collected his bag of medical supplies and tools and headed out of the stuffy air which had permeated the medical bay. It was wonderful to stretch his legs and get some fresh albeit recycled air, which was a nice change from the sterilized stuff once in a while. Now to go and find a bite to eat do one final round of the Obdurate patients and then off to bed. As he was walking briskly down the corridors in search of either a vending machine or possibly a mess hall that was’ent being used as a hospital wing Ashri bumped into Ensign Charios, his fellow Obdurate uninjured passenger and Captain Ivanov’s representative. “Well good morning Doctor, or should I say good evening?” Charios said in his haughty Kuati tones. Ashri smiled “Can’t tell sir, depends what the chrono says and to be honest, I’ve been too busy to look at mine. Everything OK down the diplomatic end?” Charios nodded stiffly “All right so far, nothing really to report. All of the Obdurate people have been treated well and I’ve been given as much access as I need to, I guess Captain Ivanov might have put the wobblies on to that Captain Illior.” “Possibly” replied Ashri “You look tired, come on, I’ll treat you to a bite to eat before we go our separate ways once more” “How can I refuse such a gracious offer” replied Charios with a smile “I graciously accept” They walked along together talking about the latest news, especially the concerning issue of whether Lieutenant Ellis would be back in action again. Charios had found out from one of Doctor Ashri’s assistants that the Lieutenant was stable but would be out of action for several months. Then they came on to the issue of a new temporary Lieutenant. “Lieutenant Kazama commed me with the news when she and Captain Ivanov left with the bridge crew. Ensign Robertson was chosen as the new Lieutenant” Ashri raised an eyebrow and a slightly shocked expression came onto his face “Well out of the three other choices I didn’t expect Robertson to get it, especially with that temper of his” “Out of Ulrich, Isaakson and Robertson, he chose that self centred twit” Charios snorted “The man has a short fuse, I wonder if Lieutenant Kazama can put up with him for two seconds.” “We’ll find out” replied Ashri with a slight smirk “but I think it’s a good thing he did get a temporary promotion. Now you may think I may be sounding rather mad here, but it’s a way for Captain Ivanov to keep an eye on him, take him under his wing so to speak.” “You may have a point” said Charios “but still you don’t have to put up with him on the bridge. And I must say Captain Ivanov is hard to read. He defiantly has a permanent sabacc face on him.” Ashri considered this for a moment before responding “I haven’t had reason to work with the Captain himself much but he is very efficient. This promotion of Ensign Robertson can only be good, because remember, he takes no nonsense” “Indeed” replied Charios “Still, it’s better than a turbolasrer blast to the head. Are you going to do another round before you go off duty so to speak?” “Yes, I’ve got to check up on a few unstable cases before I go and I’ll leave the rest to the Huntress team, my team are going to get a rest whether they like it or not”, meanwhile Ashri had finally spotted a vending machine just ahead of them “Not much on offer I’m afraid, but it’s better than nothing” Ashri flipped him a coin from his trouser pocket and winked “See you around soon Ensign” and walked off back the way he had come. “Middle classers” snorted Charios and shook his head. TAG: Sithy’s medical people. -----signature----- I have got to get me one of these! See my sock Innox for profile details. ""Great men never hurry, great men cause others to hurry" Moff Jerjerrod
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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/13 6:05pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/13 7:05pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Corellian_Outrider
	~OOC~ Many thanks to J-L for reading over this before I post. . I hope you'll have a great holiday and a lovely time! ~IC~Hal Horn Location: An island chain on Manaan - 170 km from Ahto City 'There is nothing like the thrill of participating in a race. The emotional high at the starting line. Sizing up the competition. Competing with others to see who is the better athlete. The question in your mind asks if you still got it in you...' My limbs felt like dead weights. My legs constantly kicking, losing their intensity with each stroke. My arms were tiring. My muscles were cramping and my body tired. My lungs burned for more air. 'You are not as young as you once were years ago. You are not that old either. Pushing your body to it's limits. You are sore, not sure if you could continue.' The swell lifted me higher, I spared a second to get a glimpse of the shore. The beach house partially visible behind the vegetation. The sandy path that leads to the water. I couldn't tell if I was closer or further away before the view became covered by the crest of the wave as I dipped down into the trough. 'Your body is asking you to stop, saying that you should take a break but your mind is telling you to go just that bit more further. You are on the final leg, Then the finish line comes in sight. You strive with all your might to reach...' The continuous rolling motion of the waves . Feel the surge of the surf carrying me along. I risk another glance to the beach and saw something there that caused me to smile inside. I was so close to the shore. I pushed on and ignored the temptation for a brief relief at the sandbank. 'That extra boost of energy spurring you on from reserves unknown. You push on. Competing against nature is one of the ultimate tests of endurance.' The waves were crashing along the edge of the beach. I relaxed and allowed myself to be carried closer. My foot brushed the sandy bottom and firmly planted in as I pulled myself up out of the water. I'm not sure how long I had been out here, time doesn't really matter. I'm sure that red sunrise behind me was just as stunning as it was the day before and the day before that. My eyes were focused on something far more beautiful. "Still trying to break that record?" I heard a laugh in Nyche's voice as she approached. I lowered my head and chuckled. "You know what they say: 'Records are meant to be broken...'" "So why were you attempting to do that when you have already broken it?" I imagined her warm smile as she spoke those words. The swishing of the sands as she walked barefoot towards me. My eyes lingered over her form as I gazed back up to her eyes. Her skin appeared soft under the light of the rosy-pink sky. She drew the ends of her emerald silken dressing gown closer as a light breeze lifted her hair across her face. I couldn't tell her that I was out to clear my head of the terrorist attack on Coruscant nor that I left shortly after she had fallen asleep. The slight downward curve of the corner of her lip told me that I didn't have to tell her. She knew what I was doing but not why. I sighed as I swayed, my muscles were still aching from the long swim. I knelt down to a sitting position and glance to the waves lapping the shore. "I'd thought that I'd better do it now than later so we can spend the day together before we go." She sat down beside me and stared over the ocean. The rays from the rising sun were not strong enough yet to warm us up. "Our last day in Paradise..." She wistfully sighed. I placed my arm over her shoulders and pulled her closer. Our heads nestled against each other. "We live in Paradise remember?" "Yes but on Corellia, how long does your leave last? How often do you take a break?" "That..." My cheeks glowed from guilt as I remembered what happened last time. 'I had been off duty for two days before Gil knocked on our door asking for help on this 'important' case even though they had everything under control. That wasn't the only occasion I had to give up my holiday time'. I held her tighter. "...last year wasn't my fault." "I know." I felt her turn her head and she kiss my temple. "Aren't you glad we went somewhere out of system this time?" "Yes." I murmured and turned to meet hers with my own. The softness of her lips... the taste of her breath... revitalising to the point where all the aches and troubles of the galaxy floated away and ceased to exist. My arm slid down around her waist as her hand cupping my neck. She leaned more into me, pushing me back onto the sands. I wrapped my arms around her as I pulled her down with me. "I love you." TAG: No one. -----signature----- "Certainty of death? Small chance of success? What are we waiting for?" "You take on One.You take on All" "Creation is an act of sheer will and next time it will be flawless"
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 7/14 6:16pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/14 6:18pm (1 edits total) Edited By: master-of-les-pauls
	IC Jon Matrix Location Gavin Base, The Basement Jon felt that he should better clarify his ideas on the Sky walker boy a little better but before he could Dorian rose from his chair and brought an ending to the meeting but not before giving Matrix his new orders. “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 Jon just kept his mouth shut and nodded his understanding of his new orders, he didn't want to aggravate what was already a tense meeting with his views on the Skywalker child. As the room began to empty and the various member of the Alliance high command heading off in different directions, Jon made his way over to Bigg's side. “Hey old buddy,” Jon said putting his hand on his friends shoulder “how do you fancy blowing some stuff up?” There was almost a cheery tone to Matrix's voice which suddenly became a lot more serious “I'm putting together a team for this strike this mission and I'd like you to be part of the command team for it” Before Bigg's could give an answer Jon butted in. “Don't answer now, have a think about it and when you have an answer come and see me over in Lucius Fox's office”Then with that the pair went there separate ways, with Jon moving hurriedly towards Fox's offices on the lower 2nd floor. As the crowd began to separate Jon noticed something that startled him or should that be someone. Aurra Sing. She was accompanied by Sgt Odievo and another person, Jon had never met this person but he did how ever recognise his species as an Anomid. The only thing that stopped him from pulling his blaster and shooting Sing on sight was the fact that for what ever reason Torian's young son was with them. Blinking away his surprise he noted that the once famed bounty hunter was wearing what seemed to be Jedi robes, what ever was going on here with her he would leave for the Jedi master to deal with. Eyeing the group Jon shock his head, not only had the Sgt brought unauthorized people into a highly restricted area. If he could have Jon would have chewed out Odievo then and there but he outranked him, even though Jon was seen as a member of the high command his rank was relativity low. Jon looked over at Torian and motioned with his eyes towards the group. When he was sure Torian understood who and what he motioning at with his eyes Jon made his way from the crowd and headed deep into the bowels of the temple towards Lucius Fox's office. Once he reached the small office it was little surprise to Matrix to find Lucius sat starring into a computer screen while punching commands into the keyboard and seemingly not noticing that he had company. “Thought I'd find you hard at work” Jon said as he stood in the doorway. Fox span round visibly startled by his friends voice and presence “By force you almost gave me a heart attack!” Lucius rubbed his eyes before he continued “What help can I be to our returning hero?” “I need your assistance Fox” “Isn't that always why you come to see me Jon?” Lucius said smiling. “I'm forming a team” Jon said his voice clear and true “A special black ops strike team for highly sensitive infiltration missions” “OK tell me more” Fox said shifting slightly in his chair. “I want a group around Ten, that includes me of course” Jon words had a matter of fact tone to them. “Of course” “I already know three of men I want for this team” A glint filled Jon's eyes as he spoke “I want you to find me the best men on the base who would be suitable for this team” “Well care telling me who are three men you already have in mind for this team” Fox said rubbing his palms together “So I don't suggest them to you of course” “Of course” That mischievous glint was back in his Fox thought to himself as he watched Matrix. With a half smile Jon answered his questions “I want Harry Callahan, and the pilot you gave me for my last mission” “Bruce Wayne?” “Yes that's him” Jon replied. “Well that makes two, who's the lucky third man?” Lucius asked. “Well that would be you Lucius” “Me!!” Fox said his voice gaining a slightly higher pitch “Surly you can't expect me to go on field missions with...” Jon butted in before Fox could finish speaking “Of course not old friend, I want you to be our logistics man, I want you to run the operations from base” “So you want me in a type of management capacity?” Fox asked quixotically. “Something like that yes, your duties would be to gather all the Intel needed for our missions and anything else that may be of use to us” Jon paused for a moment “You in?” Fox brought his hands together and held together before his face almost in prayer, he could feel his breath on the tips of his fingers as he weighed up his options “Well it sure beats sitting around here doing nothing all day” Looking Matrix dead in the eye with a wide smile on his face Fox gave his answer “I'm in” Matrix nodded his thanks. “I'll get right onto the files and find the best candidates for the job” Fox said. “Once you have whittled them down inform them to come here to your office but don't give any indication of what they are being summoned for” It took a few hours before Lucius came up with the men who he thought would be suitable for his team and once he had found them he summoned them Bruce and Dirty Harry to his office for Jon to make his offer to them all. Bruce and Callahan were the first to enter the office both gave there commanding officer a quick salute and then after a few moments more in walked the other six men. Matrix gave the latest batch to enter the room a nod of the head and waited while the Eight men formed a line in front of him. “No doubt you men are wondering why I summoned you here” Jon said as he and Fox looked upon them from the other side of the room. “You men have been brought here because you are the best of the best and I need the best for the team I'm putting together” Jon walked towards the men and began to walk up and down there line. “If you take up this opportunity, you will be part of a special opps infiltration team” Jon spoke clear and made sure he chose the right words “By joining this team you will be on the front line of the war and will be helping the Alliance take the war to Empire” Jon paused at one end of the line and looked up and down the solider that was stood before him. The man stood before him was a tad smaller than him with a shaved head and he Matrix could tell a mile of just were he was from. “What's your name solider?” Matrix asked.. “Jimis McCaintir” Came the reply. “Lemme guess, Corelian?” “Yes Sir” “Well McCaintir, are you in or out?” Jon asked. “I'm in sir” Came the response Jon just nodded his thanks and made his way along the line. To be faced with a huge muscle bound specimen of a man. “What do they call you solider?” “Dutch, sir” Was the reply. “Well Dutch, how does taking the fight to enemy sound?” Matrix asked. “Sounds good to me sir, just tell me where you want me and I'm there” Was Dutch's answer. “Welcome to the team” And with that Jon made his way down the line again to come face to face with Bruce Wayne. “No need to even ask Sir, I'm in” Bruce said before Jon could even ask the question. Matrix smiled and then made carried on down the line asking variants of the same question to the men assembled. The beard Norrislic Cucklo eagerly agreed to join as did the huge mass of Drago and the smaller but equally muscle bound Cobretti, the eye patch wearing Snake Pilstkin also agreed. Jon found himself at the end of the line looking up at the tall lanky frame of a man who he had been on many missions with since he had joined the Rebellion. Harry Callahan. “OK Harry, same question” Jon asked. Harry didn't have to say a word both men already knew the answer, all Callahan did was give a firm nod of his head and Matrix knew he was in. “Right gentlemen, as I'm sure you are smart enough to figure out that forming this team was not the only reason you were summoned here” Matrix could feel the tension and excitement building in the room “The Alliance has come into possession of details of a very sensitive and secret Imperial clone facility” Jon paused and took in a deep breath and upon letting the air out he carried on “I will leading a strike team to find and destroy this facility , you men will be part of this team” Matrix turned to Fox and spoke “Lucius I will give you all the details on the mission and I want you to in turn pass the information on to the team” With that Matrix turned back to his team, he felt his chest swell with pride at just thinking of them as his team “Right I want tactical assimilation on this by 19.00 and I want your gear preped and ready for lift off by 08.00 tomorrow morning” Jon took one last look up and down the line of men before him “Dismissed” With that the eight men made there way out of Fox's office Jon and Lucius quickly got down to planning the assault and what resources they would need. After the pair finished going over the schematics of the building they would attack, they decided it would be best to take a strike force of around 200 men. Jon was smart enough to know that even though the report they had been given said that there was little or no security, he was sure that if this place was this important to old prune face then there was bound to be some sort of security there. Matrix figured it would be better for all involved if they just came over whelm what ever Imperials were there and get as much information they could out of the place and then blow it sky high. Leaning back in his seat Jon let out a long breath, scratched his head with both hands and spoke “I think we have it, make me a copy of this and I'll take it over to Torian so he can sign it off” Without saying a word Lucius quickly burnt copies of there mission plans and requests for man power onto disk and when he finished Fox handed over the disk to Jon and spoke as he did “I'll get copies sent to the rest of the team” “OK good,” Jon said rising from his chair “I'm going to head back over to my office and meet up and have a talk with Bigg's Darklighter” “Okay Jon, may the force be with you” Lucius said. “Yeah you too” With that Jon rose form his seat and exited the office. As Jon made his way through the corridors to his office he felt a chill washed over his bones and Matrix found that he had suddenly had a very bad feeling about the upcoming mission. As he walked towards his office Jon realised that he would not just be making a call to Biggs but there was one other person he would be calling. After a short while of making his way through the labyrinth like corridors of the ARR's main base Jon came to his office. Once inside he took his seat behind the newly installed desk he gazed at his barren office, just before he set of to rescue Torian, Matrix had been informed that he was to be given a small office so he could make up reports from what ever missions Jon undertook and give them to the high command. Jon had guessed from the start that what ever room he was to be given would be small but he had no idea it would be the box room! The office was about 7ft x 7ft and was just big enough for Matrix to have a desk, one small filing cabinet and a computer. Apart from those items the office was bare of any sort of furnishings or anything that would make it the slightest bit homely. In fact that was just how Jon wanted it, this was were he would conduct his work and in order for him to stay sharp Matrix had to stay focused which meant not getting comfortable. Jon pulled his comm link from his belt and contacted Biggs”Hey buddy, I'm over in my office” He said “Remember that proposition I mentioned to your after the meeting? Well I'm in my office now so when your free come over and I'll tell you all about it” With that Jon closed the comm link down and leaned back in his seat and once again he felt a chill through his bones. That bad feeling about the mission returned, then for a few seconds he pondered his next call. “Master Emi-to” Jon said into the comm link “If your not busy I would like it if you could make your way to my new office on the lower second floor.” Jon paused for a second “After our disagreement in the meeting I'd like to talk you and clear the air” After that Jon sat and wondered who would be the first guest in his new office. Tag Biggs and Master Emi-to, Torian -----signature----- Leader of the Jtc Pilot in the rebel alliance, Red 5 reporting in Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy at war Luke Skywalker the son of the Suns "None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am" - Luke Skywalker
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 7/14 6:43pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Ic Master C'baoth Location the Haven Looked up to find one of the few Masters left on board this ship walking towards him, it was master Whie. Jorus could feel himself suppressing a sigh of displeasure as he noted that his fellow Jedi wasn't in attire befitting a master of the Jedi order but more befitting of a common street thug. Raising an eye brow C'baoth spoke almost totally ignoring the cherry welcome he had been given “Mmmm I hope that your current attire will not become the standard for all Jedi to adhere to” And with that Jorus just walked past his fellow Jedi towards the bridge, when he came within a few foot of the bridge doors C'baoth span around and called out to Master Whie. “Master,” Jorus called out “Would you care to dine with me?” Tag Master Whie -----signature----- Leader of the Jtc Pilot in the rebel alliance, Red 5 reporting in Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy at war Luke Skywalker the son of the Suns "None of the stories people tell about me can change who I really am" - Luke Skywalker
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/17 3:55pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Major Bayliss, Enforcer One command centre Turning from the wall readouts where the senior officers were staring, Bayliss spotted Colonel Uvye striding in, clad in his reflective black armour; and following right behind, the General in charge of Tactical. “Major?” The colonel greeted. Bayliss nodded at both men, and quickly brought them up to date. “Sirs, we have come out of hyperspace earlier than expected, but at the spot you,” he nodded past Uvye at their white-haired strategic expert, “suggested, General. Fifty klicks short of Major Rolston’s position. Middle of the unknown regions, dozens of parsecs from the nearest mapped world, and we have found a Golan II space defence platform sitting out here.” Behind Uvye, the General put his two credits in. “The Golan series of armed space stations were created to guard an asset more valuable than themselves, like a shipyard or something. The Golan IIs were designed because it was felt that the first version was not strong enough to hold off an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. ” He pointed a finger like the barrel of a pistol towards the 2D holographic display showing a much magnified image of the distant space platform. “That thing can hold off, for a period of time, one-and-a-half, maybe two ImpStars. And we’ve only got an Acclamator, meaning-” “Meaning,” interrupted the young, shaven headed junior officer at the Navigation console whom the captain had spoke to earlier. “that we are boned.” “Thank you, Ensign Spooner.” Bayliss chided, glancing at the ISB officer. “Please leave the tactical assessment to the General.” “The Golan II will have thirty-five turbolasers to our twenty quad turbolasers, but I still would not recommend moving in close to slug it out at close range.” Na’Than moved into the conversation. “I suppose we could concentrate some of our firepower to knock a hole in their shields. So we can get gunships through.” The General hummed as he mulled over the idea. “Any troops we got on board would have to disable the enemy shields from inside.” The captain nodded and looked up at Uvye. “What do you think, Colonel?” Tag: Colonel Uvye/ Ominous -----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: 7/19 8:36pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: I usually keep my OOC's within my posts but I'll make an exception on this occasion, just wanted congratulate the Skipper of this magnificent little game we have here to Pashatemur for winning Best GM in the RPF Awards, thank you for your passion to inspire, guide us, motivate us and giving us one best tale to embark on thus far with many more to come for GAW. Thank you and congrats Pasha MOE -----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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Ominous Registered: Jul '04	Date Posted: 7/20 10:02am Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Colonel Uvye Location: Enforcer One command centre The General hummed as he mulled over the idea. “Any troops we got on board would have to disable the enemy shields from inside.” The captain nodded and looked up at Uvye. “What do you think, Colonel?” The colonel looked at the space station read out. “A diversion will have to be created for us, but I think if we come in high over the top of it or even underneath, we can breach the hull and disable the shields.” He turned to the Captain of the ship, “You’re going to lose possibly 75% of your diversionary force for us to get aboard. Can you live with that?” He walked around the control center, deep in thought. “Another option is to go around them and again, come under them disabling the shields from within.” He stopped in front of the General, “It’s your call General.” TAG: Sithy OOC: Sorry this is so short, work is very busy -----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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SithStarSlayer Registered: Oct '03	Date Posted: 7/20 1:43pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Congrats, Mahlaydee Pashatemur... You've earned it, just count the pages in this installment of GAW. Your Vos salutes you! -----signature----- Lucas didn't ruin my childhood but he sure wrecked Vader's ^^Foolish men mistake transitory semblance 4 eternal fact^^ o[]\|\|]ooooooooo[0]\|\|[]{ Gal: 5:19-21 Philippians 2:9-11
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 7/20 3:00pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	OOC: I have been given ongoing permission to run NickLitYouAFlame’s characters in his absence, and authorisation from pashatemur to do same. IC: Master Whie, Knight Presli, Padawans Scout, Alex, Kilarn Vers, younglings, jedi cruiser Haven, deck 13, deck 7, main hull. Location: Ylix Marching down from the command tower turbolifts, Whie passed Master C’Boath, who ignored his respectful and cheery greeting, and instead made a critical comment about Whie’s attire. Seemed fair, and the Master was probably only saying aloud what the others were thinking. Continuing to walk, and his own head down at the rebuttal from the white-bearded jedi hero, Whie just hoped he would get his garb soon. “Master?” The voice called from behind him, and on realising that there were just the two of them in the slightly sloping, medium-length corridor, Whie turned round to see C’Boath. “Would you like to join me for dinner, master?” Whie’s heart lifted beyond all reason, and with a quick thought that he should have time to fit in his sleep cycle first, he responded. “I would like that very much, Master. If you tell me what time you would like, I will look you up after my sleep cycle. I have just done the graveyard shift on the bridge.” He explained. * * * * Deck 7 With Padawan Scout at his side, the rodian administrator, Knight Presli, glared at the small group of younglings standing before what he now knew to be their Training Corridor, as designed by them and Agent Robie. “I think you all owe Padawan Alex an apology.” He told them. The wounded teen stood to his right, between him and the younger children, favouring his stunned leg, and holding onto the Kiffar youth, Padawan Vers, for support. “Sorree, Padawan Alex.” Eight little ones chorused unconvincingly. The Security Padawan said nothing, his arm round Kilarn’s neck. “Right, you children will be helping Padawan Scout here...” Presli’s gaze lingered on the human female, momentarily seeing her as their late colleague, the blue twi’lek, Aayla Secura. Scout shifted uncomfortably. “Master?” Presli blinked. “Ah, you will be helping Padawan Scout with laying the garden. Bring the soil up here for a start, and sprinkling over the floor of the cabin that she dictates.” “OOOOHHHHHH!!” They chorused. “That’s not fair!” A little Nautolan boy with big shiny black eyes, protested. The administrator recognised him from the physical education class, the previous day. “And just for that, three laps of the ship. All of you.” “OOOOHHHHHH!!” “Thanks, Hal.” “What did I do?” “Run!!” Presli yelled, prompting sixteen boots to clatter on the corridor floor as they sprinted away. He turned to look at the others, eyes running over Kilarn, Alex (who was by now testing the leg), and Scout. “Right, bigger children.” He nodded towards the graffitied door of the Training Corridor. “I want all of you to get some practice in there, today, and make it part of your training routines. Alex?” The Security Padawan looked up. “Yes, Master?” “Danger does not always come with a warning, Padawan. You were caught by surprise in there, and you got hurt. But a jedi must train to be ready for anything, at any time.” “Yes, Master.” “Also, I don’t want you by yourself. Recently, you don’t seem to be doing well, left to your own devices, so for the time being, make sure you are always with one of these two. Padawan Scout?” “Master?” “Unless and until their respective masters call for them, I leave Vers and Alex in your capable hands.” She watched him leave, then turned towards the remaining youngsters, and crossed her arms. “Right then. I have a job for you two.” Tag: Master C’Boath -----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: 7/20 3:01pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 7/20 3:25pm (2 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	OOC: This is a joint post with TheAdmiral. Thank you, TA. I have taken control of Senator_Varanii's character Veroti for the benefit of freeing the plot at Derra. IC: Admiral Veroti, NRC Lt. Palmer, Jori Atreides, Duchess of the Ruling House and member of her entourage LOCATION: Derra *** Reporting to the Imperial dreadnought, Resolute, the Lieutenant toggled several switched on his control panel and glanced with a sigh to the hulk of a shuttle floating out toward his own craft. "Approaching Union shuttle and preparing to deploy harpoons and subspace loading ramp." "Very Good, Acelius! Deploy and keep this channel open," returned the dreadnought’s bridge. "Aye, Sir." Another channel opened using the predetermined Union frequency the name of the Union shuttle interrogated and presenting on the monitor before him the pilot addressed the shuttle, "Union shuttle ThunderhawkOne...., this is Lieutenant Palmer, HIMS Acelius, we are ready to receive passengers. We will deploy grappling harpoons and extend our loading ramp. Please inform Her Grace the Duchess. Copy?" The Death Guard pilot turned towards the duchess, who had stood up and moved towards the cockpit to ask what was happening. She clearly had heard what the outsider said, so Jori just nodded. -Shuttle Arcelius, this is Thunderhawk One, we copy you. I have just one inquiry, is your tube large enough, one of the guests is larger than a regular human being. The duchess grinned and turned her head slightly to see the large figure of the Warmaster. He hadn't noticed her, he was just sitting there and watching closely the Archduke Moritani. The Gamma-class assault shuttle pilot raised a brow and look at his co-pilot questioningly, to which his mate shrugged wondering if a game of "20 questions" would ensue. "Cleary the passenger is bigger than a bread box." Palmer shot his co-pilot a dark glance before replying. "Um... ahem...our subspace loading ramp will expand to fit your passenger hatch. Is your ...uh passenger... larger than your passenger hatch?" -Negative, he fits perfectly... came the curt and rather serious reply from the Union shuttle. Palmer's co-pilot snickered. The Duchess hardly contained herself from laughing out loud. Sometimes the Death Guards could give some awkward answers. She didn't need to be Force-sensitive to feel their confusion. -Lieutenant inform the Imperials that we are ready to move to their shuttle as soon as they extend their "loading ramp". The man nodded and switched on his communicator again to convey her order. *** The harpoons deployed and the Imperial shuttle slowly drew the Union craft close until the harpoons locked with a rumbling metallic clank and jolt. The flexible ramp and seal attached to the other ship filling with oxygen. The airlocks depressurized with a muffled hiss and the shuttle crew and guard escort came to attention. "Thunderhawk One, we are prepared to receive passengers. Copy?" The Thunderhawk shook a bit when the harpoons locked onto them. The airlock opened and Jori watched the procession; first passed the Large Warmaster with his silver covered armor, she could see the uneasiness in his eyes as he tried to pass through the tube. When his scarlet cape disappeared inside, the old Archduke was urged to move by the two guards who remained flanking the airlock. After the old man came Inquisitor Ruhr - self-confident as ever, then sister Nastya, her long blond hair swirling. Then Admiral Helena Xavier passed, arrogant and cold as ever. Before the duchess the black figure of Mitternacht passed, he needed to make sure whether it was safe for her to pass... Then at last it was Jori's turn, she tried to walk as gracefully as the tube permitted it. When she reached the other end she saw the greeting party and her entourage staring at each other Palmer stood and exhaled pulling his uniform jacket straight and twisting in the high collar as he donned his cap. "Well, I'll greet our guests and then we shall be on our way," he said to his co-pilot. "Take the helm, Mk'hale." The large utilitarian compartment aft of the pilot's cabin was stripped down and order to accommodate the "diplomatic" boarding party and the sparseness made the strange assortment of characters stand out greatly to Palmer as he entered from the small passageway, a passageway that would definitely not accommodate "Tiny," the name coming to Palmer as he noted the mammoth Warmaster. The Lieutenant cleared his throat. "Your Grace," he said immediately recognizing the pretty duchess who had only lately been aboard the Resolute. "On behalf of his Imperial Majesty, Pa....his Imperial Majesty, we welcome you and your retinue. We shall be departing Derra immediately once we land aboard the Resolute. The Admiral regrets that due to the haste required of our departure, he will not be able give you the attention befitting your station." Palmer cleared his throat. "The Sergeant here will take possession of the prisoner to extradite to Ursa.” Jori gestured to the Archduke and nodded her understanding silently. “Well... that about does it... so, if you would be so good as to use the safety harnesses along the benches, we should disembark in 5 minutes.” Palmer looked dubiously to the Warmaster. There would be no strapping in for him and heaven help the others if something unfortunate caused the ship to lurch. He reckoned the large fellow would about crush the Duchess should she be so unfortunate as to fall beneath his weight. The troopers either side of the open compartment with their blank masks were obtusely unreadable, but Palmer thought he read the minute details of stance or small movement. Saluting he reentered the cockpit and the after the several minutes it took to retract grappling hooks and ramp, the shuttle had landed within the large main hangar of the waiting Resolute. *** Veroti stood at the fore of a several lines of white clad troopers ready to receive his "guests". He'd only just finished a rather vexing conversation with Sector Command and the Admiral clasped and unclasped his fingers behind his back. It seemed forever since the shuttle had shimmered through the safety shields of the hangar bay doors and landed amid jets of steam before the hatch opened and the ramp distended. Attention was piped and the hangar rang with 50 rifles and heels clattering into position with precision swiftness. The troopers inside the shuttle segmented into two groups, the first being lead out by Lieutenant Palmer and his co-pilot, who descended the ramp and stood by with a salute. The second contingent waited to follow the Union party down the ramp. The shuttle had finally arrived on-board the outsider's ship, at least there was some progress. Jori stood up followed by the rest of her entourage. First to exit was her guard Mitternacht, he was to scan the area for her. Then Jori, herself exited, impressed to see Veroti and that the reception was better than at the first meeting. She paused for a moment, for her eyes to readjust themselves to the brighter light on-board the Resolute. Jori glided down the ramp, behind her were Sister Nastya and Admiral Helena Xavier. They were followed by the Warmaster and the Inquisitor who were leading the Archduke Moritani followed by the troopers from the Acelius, as if the aging man was able to escape anyway. As Jori reached the end of the ramp, a playful smile appeared on her lips. -Admiral Veroti, such a pleasure to meet you again. “As you say, Your Grace, we meet again and under a diplomatically less ambiguous standing, I might add, thanks to His Excellency, Lord Vader. I’m sure you’ll understand, if I am succinct, Madame Duchess, but you are no doubt anxious to reach Imperial Center. If you would be so good, my staff will …” he eyed the giant, fortress of the Warmaster, “instate you in a suitable … suite. The voyage is a brief one…” He said distracted somewhat by the ghoulish Mitternach, the Admiral’s nose wrinkled despite his attempt to do otherwise. “Is your man there unable to disarm himself?” queried the Admiral sharply looking again to the obviously bulky frame of the otherwise masked and skeletal visage of the blonde Duchess’ vacant staring attendant. Jori sighed, she knew that Mitternacht would be a problem. The retractable blades were visible despite his efforts to cover them with his leathery sleeves of his long black coat. -Unfortunately he can't, they are part of his arms and it will take some time to take him apart only to take the blades away. Anyway he can't do anything without me giving him an order. "I'm afraid then he will have to remain under guard, Madame. Regulation..." stated the Admiral flatly. "This is the Imperial Navy and it is a matter unequivocable." The ghola's black mask revealed nothing of his true self, the rotting flesh, the deep cuts and missing lids, lips, nose...the dead eyes... Mitternacht inclined his head first left then right, studying the admiral with curiosity. This had a psychological effect on...the living. -As you wish, Admiral- came the reply from the Duchess, then she turned to face the ghola-Mitternacht, commanding, -You are to follow their orders for the time being, there is nothing here that threatens me. Besides, the Inquisitor, the Warmaster and Admiral Xavier will be with me.” The Admiral regarded the scene distantly. There were many things that "go bump in the night," he thought with distaste, but this one was an abomination, a thing that should be dead and left dead. The Admiral nodded to his assistant and the assistant to the Sergeant at Arms. A coterie of guards formed up in rhythmic order around the ... thing! "A wise decision, Madame. You are most gracious. I shall leave you to your leisure now. I've my command to which I must attend if we are to make good time." She turned again to the immaculately dressed Imperial, “-Admiral, before you leave...this is a personal request, I would like to bring the prisoner, Arch Duke Moritani with us to Coruscant. I would like to introduce him directly to Lord Vader. As you can see, his age will not permit him do anything...foolish.” Veroti inhaled and lifted his chin, regarding the old fellow coolly. And gesturing to the guards who flanked the scowling man, who looked quite like he’d seen more illustrious days, he motioned them forward. “I suppose that may be permitted as His… Excellency is the highest representative of that system. Very well, but he will remain under Imperial guard.” He saluted and bowed crisply, turned and delegating as he passed quickly from hangar to bridge, left with no further comment. The Duchess had a charm, but the actions of her representatives both here and at Naboo, Tanis found quite suspect. Nastya was proud of her achievement, after all it was an honour to be elected as a representative of the Mother Superior. This had been her second time on-board the same ship and was surprised to see a better reception party. Her face remained as if carved from marble...a cold contempt for the lesser beings that were the outsiders. Nastya didn't listen to the duchess' conversation with that Admiral... Veroti. She looked around, she could see curiousity, hostility...coldness emanating from the outsiders. The negotiations would be very interesting. She wondered what happened with her dear sister Alia.... When the Admiral moved away, Nastya glided silently towards the Inquisitor and touching him at the elbow to get his attention. The man turned and narrowed his eyes. -Brother Inquisitor, I would like to speak with you when there is more...privacy...It is an Ecclesiarchial matter..., she half-whispered so that only Ruhr was able to hear her. It was not unusual for a Bene Gesserit to converse with an Inquisitor. Despite being stark adversaries, they worked very well together. When the man nodded, Nastya glided back to her position, waiting for their group to be accommodated. TAG: open and continuing... -----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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