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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/9 11:36am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Captain Stan Switek, Gamma Four main cabin. Location: Naboo’s Theed Royal Hangars As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the TIE officer realised that rather than repeating his orders verbatim, he could have phrased them a bit more diplomatically. “ I am the elected leader of a free people, and not a prisoner to be’ handed over’ as you so eloquently expressed. My people are here, and I will no longer be delayed in being reunited with them.” Now this is why I never got bonded, he reminded himself silently, as Sabe Amidala rose, and seemed to glide towards the hatch, if there is one way to take what you say, and way that they can take offense, they will always choose the latter” He stood by silently to let her greet her ministers and reassure them of her safety. When she much and of her retinue were clear, he would see if there was a deck officer to point him and the ensign in the direction of the shops. Tag: no-one -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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Episco_Gator Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 5/9 5:53pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	GM APPROVED Name: Sachima Wedsal --Age: 43 ---Gender: Male ----Species: Human -----Eye Color: Brown ------Hair Color and Style: Black. He keeps his hair extremely short, in the typical military crew cut. -------Skin Complexion: Caucasian --------Clothing: Imperial Navy Grand Admiral dress uniform or Naval Officer service uniform or some form of civilian clothes, especially when off-duty (he can't stand it when military people parade around in their uniforms while off-duty). ---------Physique: Average/slightly tall height (5'9"), good physical shape, but not overly muscular. ----------Personality: Intelligent, caring (especially about those serving under him), calm, pragmatic, disciplined (although he is fairly understanding of people who are less disciplined, even among his underlings, as long as it does not endanger themselves or the 'mission'), tolerant (especially of women and non-humans), loyal (to the Empire, to his people and to those he considers his friends), modest/humble. -----------Quirks: Can be stubborn and argumentative (especially if he thinks he is right), low self-esteem (occasionally), known to overthink a problem (obsessiveness as it were). ------------Force Sensitive: Yes, but he is untrained. Occasionally, he has gotten odd premonitions or strange thoughts, but he usually chalks that up to the subconscious or a bout of obsessiveness. Affiliation: -Rank: Grand Admiral --Command: Imperial Center Oversector (includes Imperial Sector, Azure Sector and the Planet Kiribi) Flagship -Name: Peacemaker --Class: Imperator-class (or Imperial I-class) Star Destroyer ---Exterior Description: ----Interior Description: Standard Imperial design. -----Weapon Systems: 8 Dual Heavy Turbolaser turrets, 2 Dual Heavy Ion turrets, 1 Quad Heavy Turbolasers, 3 Triple Medium Turbolasers, 2 Medium Turbolasers, numerous light turbolasers and ion cannons, 10 Phylon Q7 Tractor Beam projectors ------Crew Compliment: 4,520 Officers, 32,565 Enlisted -------Hyperspace Capability: Class 2, Backup Class 8 --------Complement: 1 TIE Starfighter wing (6 Squadrons or 72 TIEs), 8 Lambda-class Shuttles, 15 Delta-class Stormtrooper Transports, 5 Assault Gunboats, Variable number of Skipray Blastboats, 1 Gamma-class Assault Shuttle, Repair and recovery vehicles, Theta-class AT-AT barges, Various other landing craft, 20 AT-AT walkers, 30 AT-ST walkers, 9,700 Infantry, 1 Pre-fabricated Garrison Base Personal Ship -Name: Jewel of the Cosmos --Class: DeepWater-class Light Freighter ---Exterior Description: ----Interior Description: Like most vehicles of Mon Calamari design, everything in the freighter is unique due to its construction of Mon Calamari coral. Unlike Imperial ships, everything is rounded and smooth, with minimal sharp corners, shadows and the ‘hard’ look associated with most armed spacecraft. Also, since the co-pilot and a couple crew members are Mon Calamari, certain portions of the small ship are kept at a higher degree of humidity than humans are used to. -----Weapon Systems: 1 Laser Cannon turret (standard), 2 Concussion Missile launchers (upgrade), 2 Retractable Autofire Blaster cannons (upgrade) ------Crew Compliment: 2 (w/ 6 Passengers) ------Pilot: Grand Admiral Sachima Wedsal ------Co-Pilot: Lieutenant Draxis Kris (a Mon Calamari male who is a friend of Sachima’s and is the son of the representative of Mon Cal Shipyards that sold the freighter to the Grand Admiral. Sachima awarded Draxis an Imperial commission). ------Weapons Officer: Gunner’s Mate 1st Class (Petty Officer 1st Class) Loren Uvrun (a very proficient human gunner who was personally recruited by Sachima to serve on his personal craft) ------General Assistant: Ginda Pr’o (a Mon Calamari female, on the personal payroll of Sachima’s, who was employed in the shipyards of Mon Calamari and is an expert on the DeepWater class of craft) -------Hyperspace Capability: Class 0.75, Backup Class 5 --------Misc. Specs.: Able to travel underwater Biography -Brief History: Sachima Wedsal was born on the planet of Chandrila to a pair of upper-middle class farmers and, like most Chandrilans (due to tight birthrate constraints), was an only child. As a child, Sachima spent most of his time either studying or playing (his family was well-off to employ droids to handle most household and farm duties), although as soon as he was an adolescent, his parents enrolled him in the Legislative Youth Program, wanting their son to enter into realm of public service. In the LYP, Sachima learned the art of public speaking and charisma...how to argue vociferously for his point-of-view, even if he was in the wrong, and to get others to agree with him. Although he was very good at it, he had little interest in politics, finding it too much about people trying to better themselves at the expense of others. Once he had finished his schooling and his time with the LYP, his parents again took his future into their hands and enrolled him in the Brionelle Memorial Military Academy, although not so much because they wanted their son to be a military officer (they were fairly pacifistic actually), but they thought time in the uniform would help Sachima in the political career they envisioned him in. Although he was still not interested in politics, he did enjoy the life of a cadet. Unlike most young adults, he was fairly disciplined (although his parents tried to determine his life for him, they were not the strict disciplinarian-types) and he found in the Academy a chance to choose his own life. His parents wanted him to work towards a command in the Chandrilan Defense Fleet, he was more interested in ground forces (which was still under the command of the CDF); thus, he was trained as a Naval trooper and awarded an Ensign's commission and a Bachelor's degree in Military Studies. From there, his military star would rise... --Military History: -Age 21: Commissioned as an Ensign in the Chandrilan Defense Force -Age 30: Achieved the rank of Commander in the CDF (his highest rank within the CDF) -Age 31: With the recommendation of the Deputy Commander-in-Chief of the CDF and the Senator of Chandrila, Sachima transferred to the Galactic Republic Judicial Starfleet (the Republic Navy's incarnation at this point) and was made a Captain -Age 37: Promoted to Rear Admiral in the newly-formed Galactic Republic Navy and acted as a liaison between Naval and Army forces; his training and activities as a Naval troops in the CDF and Judicial Forces allowed him to coordinate operations with Army forces and ensure proper Naval support -Age 39: Awarded the Chancellor's Service Medal for his numrous acts of valor (including accompanying Clone Troopers to the front lines to better coordinate operations with the Army and show the ground troops [the non-clones at least] that the Navy was working with them) and promoted to Vice Admiral -Age 40: Promoted to Admiral and appointed Special Advisor to the Moff Council on Naval Ground Force Affairs -Age 43: Promoted to High Admiral in command of all Imperial Naval Support Troops -Age 44 (Less than a month ago) Promoted to Grand Admiral and awarded command of Imperial Center Oversector, being the only current Grand Admiral to have never served as a ship commander (although he served several tours commanding Naval infantry aboard ships) ---Traumatic Experiences: Like many military officers, he has witnessed the deaths of many people (both his own troops and the enemies) and has to make decisions that have led to the deaths of his own soldiers and officers.
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master-of-les-pauls Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 5/10 4:49am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	Ic Jorus C'baoth Location The Jedi Haven The battle between master and apprentice carried on and now it was coming to its end, amid all the chaos Jorus felt a small level of surprise at just how well his Padawan had fought considering that she was no warrior and her talents with the force lie down another path. As the two blades clashed once more as they did the Jedi master used his own brute force to heave Denni backwards, as she tumbled backwards he managed to land a hard back handed slap across her face causing her nose to explode with blood but C'baoth was half a second retracting his arm and quickly felt the fire of a light saber blade scorching left thigh. Both Jedi fell backwards not so much due to the pain they both felt but to regroup, taking a quick glance at the small burn mark upon his thigh Jorus let out a feral snarl and drew upon the force even more deeply and launched himself towards Sunwalker. His emerald blade now poured on vicious power attacks which Denni somehow managed to block, it was now that C'baoth truly knew that Denni Sunwalker was no longer a mere Padawan learner but she was now in fact Knight of the Jedi order. Even with this new insight Jorus still kept coming at her “Your thoughts betray you young one, you fear for the life within you when its your own life you should be more worried about” The master spat out. Just as he felt Denni start to weaken C'baoth felt a jolt through the force one that tore his focus away from the trail that he was in the middle of. It was master Yoda. Master C’Boath. You called me before. For her knighting ceremony, is your padawan ready? Time is short, and within the hour, do I depart. C'baoth took a few steps backwards and sent his response to Yoda through the force. Master, her trail is almost at an end I will meet you in the docking bay before you depart, Denni has proved her self ready. And no sooner had he sent the message Jorus realized he ha left him self wide open to attack and Denni did not hesitate to launch her own offensive. Tag Denni, Yoda Ic Fredrick Kruggerlim Location the Executor, Medi bay Fredrick growled to himself as he lay in his sick bed, he had lost track of how long he had been cooped up in the medi ward, his impatience had now fully gotten the better of him. “How long do I have to stay stuck in here!” Fredrick said to a passing nurse as he spoke he made sure he put extra emphasis's on the words “stuck” and “here”. “Sir once we have the last scans come back from your bacta immersion we should know if you are able to head back to your quarters “ the said the nurse. As the elder woman made her leave Fredrick slumped his head back against the pillow in defeat, he knew how long these scans could take and he didn't expect it to be any time soon. Letting out a frustrated sigh he tried to quell his growing anger and frustration, when Kruggerlim had first come too he felt nothing but pride at how he had managed to help save the Naboo queen but as time had ticked on he quickly realized that he was no good to the Re while he was healing, after all the filthy C.I.S was about to destroyed and participating in the destruction the confederation was something that Fredrick greatly wanted to be a part off. Then the same nurse he had spoken to earlier returned carrying a small hollo chart. “Well Mr Kruggerlim it would seem that all of your broken bones have now healed from your bacta immersion and you are now free to leave” “What thats it!” Kruggerlim said his voice full of surprise. “Yes you are free to leave” With that the nurse turned around and left. Quickly Kruggerlim sat up and reached for a small bag of items that had been left with him when he had first been brought into the ward after the battle with the strange warrior. The bag contained a change of clothes. Fredrick grabbed the bag and then made his way into a small cubicle and quickly changed into the clothes that had been brought for him. The clothes were a simple tan pants and top once he was fully dressed Fredrick made his way back the bunk that had been assigned to him, once he reached his quarters he simply opened the locked doors and stepped inside, and then once he heard the doors shut behind him Kruggerlim then proceeded to fall face first upon his bed. Tag Who ever wants Freddy! -----signature----- co=owner of the jtc and jtc master Proud master of Jacen Wayland Co Gm of the greatest rpg on the boards! The Galaxy of war Luke Skywalker son of the Suns
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pashatemur Registered: Jun '04	Date Posted: 5/10 1:10pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/10 1:12pm (1 edits total) Edited By: pashatemur
	IC: Jan di Toli, Lord Vader, and Imperial NRCs LOCATION: the brig of the Executor “’Ere,” said the burly Sergeant, rising menacingly, several guards rushed forward, one removing the clones helmet and the other, delivering a stun blast to Atin, barrel to neck! Di Toli put a hand out halting the escalation and gesturing to the sentries. How in heaven’s name was that helmet not yet removed! “That’s enough. Help him to a seat! Steady on gentlemen,” Jan urged, glancing darkly to Atin’s squad mates to remain where they were and he ignored the commando's mistaking of his rank. “Air cake, you say,” said di Toli with a light Ursean accent and furrowing his brow. “Interesting, your perspective, commander!” Lord Vader usually commanded a great deal of loyalty among the rank and file, particularly with the clones with whom he’d fought alongside during the previous conflicts with the Confederacy and Atin’s outburst invoking the Re’s name seemed out of place. It was the brass with whom Lord Vader struggled. They mistrusted him. It was all very proper, all respect and salutes, bowing and polished words, but the resentment and suspicion lay under the surface. Jan’s Re had been one of them, a Jedi, a Force Sensitive and now knighted a Sith! Most of the rank and file found that all very arch and nefarious. They resented his seeming sudden elevation and their de jure subservient position to the “First Primate and Commander,” as Lord Vader, Re of Ursa had been named by the Emperor. Mr. di Toli stared at the commando, hands clasped behind his back and then blowing out between his lips, he turned his hazel eyes to the two Imperial officers. “Let me see this trooper’s dossier,” said di Toli coming round the seated interrogator who pushed back and gave way to the Executor’s aide. He looked to the angry clone and then back to the dossier and scrolled through the report as it stood. “We can triangulate, I believe, and if we cannot place you at your last tour of duty, then we will have a problem. Should take a several minutes…” “With all due respect, Cap’n, this man’s been on it since we brought ‘em in. I think he doth protest too much,” interjected the Sergeant dramatically. Jan sighed. He was eager to find Mr. Solo and return to the Re’s side where he was expected. “Sergeant, let’s let cooler heads prevail, shall we. Will we fare any less well for taking a few minutes to corroborate this man’s story. “But, Sir… even if he do show up on the ‘situ reports,’ he still hasn’t got ident. How do we reconcile that? Nothing in the ‘book,’” said the Sergeant crossing his arms in satisfaction referring to the Imperial Navy Code, “that reconciles that li’tle omission! Just means he’s gott’n past som’on else’s notice!” “No, Sergeant Orleni,” Jan countered quietly and nodded to the man who stood Jan’s physical equal and then looked to Atin, “If your superior on…” he reached back and looked at the screen, “ signed off on your transfer, then we’ll simply access his history of command and see if he noted the discrepancy with your identification and or acted on it by putting in for a new designation and serial number. If we can’t access those records from here, meaning, if we haven’t got those in the database, well then, you’re stuck till Executor needs to resupply,” the aide offered, “that or the Confederacy falls!” Jan leaned down and typed for a moment as the Sergeant looked over his shoulder, the aide looking up to warn the man off, Orleni quickly standing more erect. “There, the request is sent,” said di Toli standing. The large cell was a temporary holding area accommodating Atin’s squad. “I’m certain, Lord Vader would appreciate your energies on the ‘field of battle,’ Republic Commander 3222 of Omega Squad, that is pending a quick resolution.” * Vader resisted the urge to glance to Alia, but he sensed her busily taking in the meeting, the holos of the Imperial leadership. Revan should be present, and at the thought he realized he was not. Stepping back, Anakin brought his comm. to his lips and recorded a message for Mr. di Toli commanding he bring Lord Revan post haste. * Putting up a finger, Jan said, “A moment,” and he listened to the message Lord Vader had sent. Ah! The briefing was already in progress. Sending a confirmation of the order received the aide shook his head and sent an escort to retrieve Revan. * “We’ve come at the request of the Imperial Executor, my Lord,” said the Black Guard standing before the shorn-headed Revan. The black garbed guard blended with the other naval officer in their black uniforms, with the exception, the Black Guard wore partial armor and short version of the tabbed surcoat, Lord Vader wore. “…to convey you to a battle operations briefing." * “Shouldn’t be much longer now, commander…” Jan’s words were cut off as three beeps on the interrogator’s console indicated an incoming message. Jan looked expectantly to the seated officer. “A reply sir, from intelligence!” Jan uncrossed his arms and looked to Atin and walked around to the view the reply. “Well, you were where you said you’d been. Your superior did not requisition an Imperial code, but then there are quite a few others of you who have not been properly reassigned them,” said di Toli thoughtfully, tapping his lower lip with his knuckle. “I advise he remain in brig, sir,” offered the Sergeant careful he be on record as having said so. TAG: Atin, Alia, Revan and Sithy - if you want to help out as “Intelligence” I’d welcome it, but its not necessary if you have a lot on your plate. -----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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TheMaidofOrleans Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 5/11 8:27am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/11 8:30am (1 edits total) Edited By: TheMaidofOrleans
	NRC: Supervisor Dinn, Theed spaceport authorities, Stasia Sunwalker, Eorge Drago( Lt Sturr) Theed Spaceport, Naboo The speeders pulled up to the Union ship, the 20 security officers surrounded the ship in a semi-circle, weapons drawn an at the ready. Other speeders pulled up behind them, to take the passengers to the holding area , where each would be questioned in turn. Dinn gave his officers final instructions. “I expect no trouble, but if there is, put your weapons on heavy stun. Surely, they know by now they are in serious trouble, disobeying Imperial law.” Changing the frequency of his jacket com, Supervisor Dinn addressed those on board the Union vessel. His voice could clearly be heard by all. “This is Supervisor Dinn of Theed Spaceport. Lower your ramp and disembark. All crew members and passengers are to disembark in an orderly manner, hands on head, fingers laced. You will be examined for weapons and taken to a holding area for questioning. Please have all documents pertaining to the registry of your ship and points of destination and cargo ready for inspection. The slightest infringement of these rules will result in additional charges.” * * * * * “Are we arrested?” Professor Sunwalker whispered to Lt Sturr as they made their way down the corridor to the exit ramp, luggage in hand. Members of the crew were ahead of them. “No, not yet anyway.” For the first time, Sturr conversed with the Naboo woman in a gentle manner. “The supervisor is following standard procedure to the letter. Additional rules and amendments have been added to Code Yellow by the Imperial Senate since the beginning of the Clone Wars. If these Union people cooperate, there should be no trouble. However, if they do try something foolish, I would advise you to hit the tarmac and stay down low. The standing order for armed resistance is shoot to kill.” Sunwalker looked towards the hatch with growing concern. “Now that would in an intergalactic diplomatic incident…” Sturr smirked. “How can I carry my luggage and have my hands over my head at the same time?” “Leave your luggage by the exit ramp. Do you have your identification card?” “Yes.” “They will separate you from the Union people and most likely quickly release you on your own reconnaissance – with certain stipulations applying.” * * * * * Two more speeders pulled up, each carrying equipment which would search the ship from the bilge to bridge. Dinn turned his head towards Vargas, the man in charge of such jobs. “I don’t have to tell you gentlemen - do your jobs well. Leave nothing unsearched.” “Yes sir. Kiliron here has the wand to search the passengers for weapons. Its very delicate, and can pick up anything from a ‘pea shooter’ to a lightsaber.” Dinn nodded his approval and addressed the Union once more. “Disembark, prepare to be boarded.” Tag: Those on board the Union vessel. -----signature----- Seduction,treachery and deceit never go out of style. That's why RPG's are so much fun!
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/11 3:04pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Master Yoda, Padawan Roland, Darth Unlucky Location: Haven’s secondary hangar Sitting on his bunk, dressed, but still with the bed covers entwined among his gnarled toes, Yoda looked sharply towards the sealed door out into the hallway, and pointed his Gimer stick towards it, the portal sliding open just as the surprised Padawan Roland was ready to knock on it. “Master Yoda?” Roland recovered quickly and looked inside the cabin, “I see you are awake.” “And being fed, I see you are.” The grand master countered, looking pointedly at the nerf sausage sandwich that the adult learner held in his other fist. Roland looked to it, and back again, using the foodstuff to gesture towards the ceiling. “Agent Nifesta is doing breakfast for the children in the galley. He is quite eager to depart, Master. I doubt you have even the hour.” “Waiting to hear from Master C’Boath, I am.” Then, right on schedule, a ragged thought came back from the Dennii's newest master, as if he was being exerted: Master, her trial is almost at an end I will meet you in the docking bay before you depart, Denni has proved her self ready. Yoda sent back with a tinge of regret: Good to hear, that is. Master, I give you leave to perform Sunwalker’s ceremony. With deep regret, I am pulled away, but will return before long, if the will of the Force it is. May the Force be with you, and all aboard the Haven. He looked up at Roland. “Advise Agent Nifesta that we may depart at his convenience.” The padawan bowed into the cabin. “Yes, Master Yoda.” Tag: C’Boath -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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LadyZaraMarta Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 5/11 6:43pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/11 6:45pm (1 edits total) Edited By: LadyZaraMarta
	Hannes Vanepp aka Captain Palgg Wash Bandomeer Wanted: A few courageous, hardworking beings, male or female. Must possess a sense of adventure and not afraid to laugh and spit in the eye of danger. Seeking experienced spacers in navigation, communication, engineering,gourmet cook, and so on. Will consider enthusiastic, wet behind the ears newbies. Standard wages, but merit pay may be awarded to those deserving. Interviews will be held the next two days at Misz Watlin’s Inn & Catering, between the hours of 13:00- 20:00 in the tap room. Look for the gentleman wearing the purple and gold vest. “Is that it?” “That is correct, my good fellow.” “Tat’al be 30 credits.” “30 credits….” Hannes counted out the money and pushed the credits over the counter to the copier. “It’ll start playin within the hour and play every hour for the next 50.” “Got it.” To Be Continued…
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Xaverri-The-Magician Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 5/11 11:57pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Wedge Antilles - Booster Terrik and Mirax Terrik(NPC) Ralla In the back of the store, Booster handed a shirt, trousers, and the vest to Wedge. He also gave him the parcel he'd carried into Yizhak's from Rusterman's, that held an old Pechora blaster that was pretty much the right size and weight for the boy now and would stay so unless he well outgrew his father, which was unlikely. Wedge looked at the package in puzzlement, then ducked inside the booth. Mirax wandered around, looking at clothes. Booster waited, whistling tunelessly, and after a moment Wedge said, "Booster?" "You wear that," said Booster. "I don't—" Wedge broke off. Booster wondered if he'd been going to say, don't need it, don't have the money for it, or just maybe don't know how to use it. Surely to Sathembi Mrendy hadn't let that happen! Well, if so, Lesson Number Two was coming up this afternoon. Before Haspi's. Well before Haspi's. Wedge came out, wearing the blaster and the new clothes. Booster was glad to see he had the blaster strapped low on his leg and tied off properly; at the very least, he hadn't been influenced by CorSec's cop habit of buckling theirs around their waists. "Wedge," Mirax appeared out of nowhere to survey him from slightly shaggy head to slightly scuffed toe. "You look ..." "Like a vid star?" he asked skeptically. "Hardly," she said scornfully. "You look like a real person. You look like you belong here, doesn't he?" she appealed to Booster. "Yeah," he nodded. "You do. Try not to get too depressed over it. Clothes make the man." Wedge laughed. "That's new," Mirax said. "Did you just get that?" "Your dad got it for me," said Wedge. "I don't think he likes the Rambiey much." "Rambieys are no good," said Mirax. "Are they?" "Rambieys are fine for some things," Booster said more judiciously. "Like target shooting. Or ... well, I'm sure they have other uses. But a nice Pechora like that one is what you want if your life depends on it." He wore a BlasTech DL44 himself, but that was too heavy for the boy right now. And he didn't like the light DL18s. There was nothing they could do that a good Pechora couldn't do better, even if the older weapons were, well, older. "Can you use it?" Wedge looked insulted. "Of course I can. My mother taught me." His eyes went greenish again. Booster was pleased to note that it was almost undetectable in that shirt, even in Yizhak's harsh lighting. In a place like Haspi's, only his friends would be likely to spot it. "I'm pretty good, in fact," Wedge finished. "Well, we'll go by the range tomorrow, early, when it's likely to be empty, and let you practice with the Pechora. It's a bit different from a Rambiey," said Booster. And if Wedge wasn't skilled, then they could alter their strategy accordingly. Though if Mrendy had taught him, he was likely to be good enough. "For now, let's eat." "Let's go down to the field, Wedge," Booster's voice distracted him from his darkish, and probably selfish, thoughts. He looked up almost gratefully. "What's up?" "I want to go over that hyaline sensor system," the big man said. "Your father was going to look at it for me; I figure you'll do." Booster's voice hadn't hesitated or put any odd stresses into the sentence. Wedge was truly grateful now. You couldn't go on forever like they'd never existed; Booster's casual reference was, in its way, the best sort of tribute to them. Also, it gave him a chance to say something, after rehearsing it so he didn't break down. "My father told you to replace that sensor system, a year ago he told you." He stood up, feeling like he'd just aced an exam. I'm gonna miss the next one, he realized suddenly. Well... dead stars. He practiced that, too, but wasn't sure he was ready to say it out loud yet. The exams can wait. "I know," Booster was saying. "But there are a lot of other things the Skate's needed more." "Yeah, well, you're gonna have a catastrophic failure if you don't." Booster was looking at him a little oddly. After a moment, he said, "You can't have a catastrophic failure with a hyaline sensor system." "Yes, you can," Wedge insisted. "Any system can have a catastrophic failure." "Okay," the smuggler conceded. "The system can fail catastrophically. But even if the whole damn thing stops cold, it's hardly a catastrophe. An inconvenience, maybe." Wedge shook his head. "You should take better care of the Skate," he said. "If you take care of your—" he stopped. Grey's voice finished it in his head: equipment, your equipment will take care of you. "I know," said Booster, and Wedge realized the older man had finished off the saying, too. "When I win the Aliandran lottery, I'll rehaul the whole yacht. For now, let's just look at the sensors, okay?" "Sure," Wedge said. He was silent all the way down to the field, but Booster didn't seem to notice. He just whistled and didn't speak himself. Once there, Wedge scrambled up on the Skate's wing surface to look at the sensor intakes. Booster laughed when he did, and said, "Maybe I should keep you around, do all the climbing." "I'll consider any reasonable offer," Wedge was glad to see that his voice was obeying his orders again. Booster laughed again, and waved him to the upper levels, heading to look at the nose section himself. Wedge applied himself carefully to the task; Booster's words had touched a nerve. What was going to happen after (he had no doubt at all that Booster would) they found the pirates? He didn't want to end up back on Tralus (back, like that was where he was from), in care and alone. Or worse, with that family who'd hated his mother so much they'd stopped speaking to her husband. But he didn't know if Booster wanted him underfoot, either. He could be useful, he could do a lot of work; he'd just have to show Booster that was so. He'd have to show him he can pull his own weight... "Who's the kid?" Wedge heard the stranger's voice, but Booster's answer, whatever it was, was muffled by the sudden rush of memory. The last time someone had asked that, it had been Grey who'd answered. "That's my son. Wedge!" Wedge had looked up from the wires he was threading to the sensor dish that had replaced one that had been on the receiving end of a little bit of unfriendly attention from someone. His father had been standing by the bay entrance, with a thickset human, or nearly so, man in a dark blue jumpsuit. Without losing track of his place in the wiring, he'd called back, "Sir?" "Get down here," Grey had waved at him. Wedge had separated and tied off the wires, then dropped to the floor, some five and half meters below the upper sensor strut. The main maintenance bays at Gus Treta had been kept at the moon's natural grav, strong enough that anything you put down stayed where you put it instead of floating annoyingly out of reach, but light enough that anything you dropped probably wouldn't break. Landing with the ease of long habit, Wedge had joined the men. "Son," Grey had said, "let me introduce you to Vorn Haakit, owner-captain of that Cal Rich you're working on. Hake, my son, Wedge, probably the best mechanic this side of Corell..." Now Wedge found the intake he was inspecting blurry. He ducked his head and scrubbed his sleeve across his face, hoping no one would notice the quick movement. His father's praise had rarely been so overt, but the pride had been like background noise through Wedge's whole life, the pride and the love. He'd always taken it for granted, and he'd probably never hear anyone speak so casually, so ordinarily proudly about him again. His throat closed, and his swallow couldn't clear it. He wanted to swear at himself; this was no way to show he could handle the strain. But it was no use, he could feel the tears starting. Dead stars! This time he would have said it if he could have trusted his voice. Instead, he slid along the Pulsar Skate's wing surface and dropped to the ground, and hurried up the ramp to the interior, as if he had something to do inside. But once there, he leaned against a bulkhead and, sliding down to sit braced against it with his knees pulled into his chest, he wept again. To be continued..... -----signature----- There Are Alternatives to Fighting Your Eyes Can Decieve You, Don't Trust Them. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-e1tM-q9pCw
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Sith-I-5 Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 5/12 6:15am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC: Commander Henio Merch, new ORIC agents, secondary tower, Krayts Fire Location: Ryloth Unlike most Star Destroyer types, the Venator, multi-role warship of the Clone Wars-era Republic Fleet, had two, side by side at the rear. The right-hand one, starboard, was topped by the command bridge, while its left-hand, port-side neighbour featured starfighter control. Well, with the Krayt’s Fire’s new role as an intelligence vessel, the starfighter section might as well be mothballed, except now, it was going to handle the intelligence division. Merch, he was surprised to realise, was having a ball, and had embraced the role of leading the new agents with gusto. He half sat on a desk, one foot all the way to the deck, looking at packed seats, filled with agents and the Venator’s technicians. “Things have been chaotic round here, and especially down in the main hull, and regretfully, some of our number have been lost. The stormtrooper contingent have fortunately kept their heads, and are protecting the tower.” He paused and looked at them. Nobody moved. “We are starting to get things organised round here, with the techs certain that they can get a decent sized data-sorting computer cobbled together from existing systems. My thanks for their efforts so far. And now to the matter of you operatives, on this vessel, there are to be no rivalries. Not Imperial Intelligence working against Security Bureau, working against Fleet Security. We are all together now, just like Intelligence were the combination of about three or four Republic agencies.” Henio glanced at his chronometer then pulled his grey sleeve back down over it. “Okay, I don’t have time to say all I have to say, as we will soon reach Ryloth, where Admiral Jon Thaw is chasing down a potential lead on his missing interdictor, which puts his case firmly at the top of our concerns! Lieutenant R’Chael Yaer?” He pronounced the first name “Rachel”, and the young woman who stood up from the third row and waved to her peers, did not seek to correct him. She was chubby-cheeked, mousy light brown hair that she played with a lot, and had a good figure without being petite. Her blue-grey eyes spoke of a keen intelligence and a fun attitude. “For those who have not met Lieutenant Yaer, she worked at a Fleet monitoring station until recently. In the long term, lieutenant, you will work on the bridge as Intelligence Co-ordinator. Primarily so I don’t have to talk to the captain. For the moment though, familiarise yourself with the Ralston’s case.” “Yes, Sir.” She nodded, her bangs rolling forward over her cheeks like drawn drapes, and sat back down, her chair creaking. Henio looked out over the sea of faces. “Agent Mikk Bendler?” “Commander.” A dark haired man sitting next to Yaer raised his hand, and Merch understood that the two had worked together, making him Fleet Sec’ too. “We lost Special Agent Tam McGee, we think in a hyperspace accident with the Oakenfold. He was looking into similarities between the deaths at the Palace of the People on Imperial Centre, the Ursean vessel Vitt Utharda, and a couple of Imperial warships. You will take that over.” “Yes, sir.” “No more activity on it over the next few weeks, and we’ll file it as a ‘cold case.” “Yes, sir. Uh, Commander?” “Yes?” “What will happen to the rest of your crew, sir?” “That is a good question, Agent. By time we arrive at Ryloth, which will be ORIC’s base system, by the way, the Admiral will have arranged for a garrison to have been dropped somewhere on the planet. Our crew who wish to leave, will transfer to the garrison until offworld transport is organised for them.” “And then what?” The commander shrugged; he hadn’t thought about it that far. “Don’t know, don’t care. My concerns are with the personnel who remain loyal to the ship and its complement, whichever arm of the Empire we end up in.” he clapped his hands as if to draw a line in front of the whole affair, “Right, any other business or open cases that I should know about? No? Okay, get a shufti at this.” He stood and handed around glossy 8x10 flimsies of a grey faced alien, its skin scarred. He allowed the audience to comment on how ugly the thing was, then resumed speaking. “Imperial Centre got this from ‘Source Oseon’, an undercover asset working with Lord Vader’s Onslaught fleet. They are sending it around all stations, seeing if someone knows what species this is. Grey flesh, self mutilates, uses melee weapons instead of blasters. From what little the asset managed to get out, this being tried to hijack a Star Destroyer, and almost succeeded. Yes, Lt. Yaer.” The Fleet Security officer put her hand down and asked, “Might I ask, which SD?” “The Hidden Dagger.” “I know her; Captain Wilform’s command. Could this be related to the disappearance of the Charlotte’s Web, sir? Two active duty capital ships hijacked, or almost, within days of each other?” Henio Merch nodded sagely. “No evidence linking the two incidents, but I do like your thinking.” A voice from the bridge relayed news affecting the whole ship: Attention. We will revert at Ryloth in twenty time units. “R’Chael, get on with your reading; everyone else, back to your desks.” * * * * The Krayt’s Fire emerged from hyperspace within the Ryloth star system, and proceeded at half sublight towards the primary planet, and the collection of fellow Star Destroyers. On the bridge, Lieutenant Yaer entered via the double doors at the rear of the deck, while Captain Sohmer addressed his communications operator. “Signal Grand Inquisitor Malorum on the frequency we have for him, that we are here to pick him up; and advise Admiral Thaw that we are in-system. Yes?” The question was directed to the young woman that had arrived to the left of his chair, a lieutenant’s rank plaque pinned to the chest of her grey Naval uniform. “Lieutenant Yaer, captain. Your liaison with ORIC.” Sohmer nodded in recognition. “Ah, good. I was expecting you. Have the pit lieutenant show you to your station. Comms, if you have not already called Admiral Thaw, hold off until the lieutenant here signals that she is ready.” “Aye, captain. Lieutenant?” Sohmer found his new officer smiling gratefully down at him. “Thank you for that, Captain.” He waved her thanks away, and turned back to his chair readouts, getting an idea for what was going on at the planet. Tag: no-one -----signature----- "The Doctor likes to insult species when he's stressed. Cuts himself shaving, and its half an hour on lifeforms that he's cleverer than." 007 family - DVC's twin brother. http://www.geocities.com/acenhunter/
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DarthXan318 Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 5/12 7:25am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/12 7:39am (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthXan318
	Apologies for the delay .. I'm rather busy IRL this month. IC: Captain Elenya Savanche and various crew, VSD-II Endless Waypoint Alpha Two of the three wire-frame globes receded; the one representing Kalee theatre took centre stage. More detail emerged: one large dot representing the Death Star, smaller ones representing its hyperspace tugs, six of those skewer-shaped Ravager Super Cruisers, and then myriad tiny dots representing CIS cruisers, so many that the globe looked like it was surrounded in a halo of dust ... The Endless' bridge was absolutely silent. Tarkin's voice droned on, and for once Elenya was thankful he was reciting in a calm monotone. He almost sounded bored - bored was better than worry or overconfidence. It implied that High Command had things well in hand, although Elenya was not naive enough to believe they had planned for every contingency. The best battle plans were often flexible. Finally, Tarkin concluded, “I am open to questions regarding our assault.” Elenya toggled her comm pickup. "Sir, how long after the Carthaginian fleet engages will the main strike arrive?" In other words: how long were they alone for? TAG: LordDarthUmbrus, Imperials -----signature----- this for the friends we had of old friends for a lifetime's love and cheer. this for the friends who come no more who cannot be among us here.
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TheAdmiral Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 5/12 12:05pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	IC:Denni/Drakoniss Sunwalker on-board "Jedi Haven" Denni didn't expect the slap, everything turned white for a second of the pain. She felt blood exploding from her nose, Drakoniss was also shocked, he didn't expect such a thing from a Jedi Master. She managed to scorch C'baoth's thigh. She will have time for apologies later. Denni ignored the pain, she concentrated on her nose to stop the bleeding. She didn't expect her trials to be so harsh but she prepared herself for the next attack. She didn't react to the old man's taunts, she was above them. "Something is going on..." muttered Drakoniss to himself. "What?..." she was distracted for a second. The ghost had sensed that the Jedi was "speaking" with someone. Then saw C'baoth lowering his defenses, this was the time to end the trials. "Attack! Now!" Then Denni saw things from his perspective and understood that with that attack could end this fight. She needed to seize the upper hand if she was to succeed. The Padawan licked the blood from her lips, the metallic taste of her vital fluid made her crimson eyes sparkle. She rotated the silver lightsaber in front of her and jumped forward, making a graceful arc with her weapon. The two blades clashed, she didn't have much time to think, she let herself to be guided by the Force. She freed her left hand and made a Force Push catching the old man off guard... TAG:C'baoth IC:Truthsayer, "Aquila" crew on-board Eagle-class shuttle "Aquila", Naboo spaceport "They are preparing as if we are going to attack them...but who can blame them..." thought the Truthsayer. The commander of the Royal Guards, also known as the Death Corps, was waiting patiently. The old Jedi could hear the trooper's breaths, the machinery inside his respiratory system. The strife for perfection made them sacrifice some of their organs with mechanical ones, making them half machine half men. He couldn't see their faces, he could sense their anticipations and the litanies they repeated in their minds. The Union's culture was based on the single belief...in the Greater Good. From very young age it is imprinted in their minds that they are it's servants and that their lives should be guided with it's principles. They were sad people indeed..."The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the Union"The basis of the Union should be reformed, it's very core...very essence... -Jarvis... -Yes, sir? -Tell madame Sunwalker, that her daughter Adio has just arrived... He had sensed the girl arriving together with the Queen, he had some more chances to avoid this conflict...after all. The Truthsayer walked down the ramp followed by the disarmed guards, then came the pilots, after them the maids and in the end Jarvis, together with their guests. The old Jedi felt the fear of the crew...They were not afraid of their lives...they were afraid that they had failed him and their duchess. "It is better for a man to be afraid than happy..." another postulate of the Union's philosophy. They were following the orders, their hands were on their heads. The old Jedi smiled gently at the spaceport authorities. -Well...we surrender... TAG:supervisor Dinn, Stasia, Sturr, Theed spaceport authorities IC:sister Alia on-board "Executor" "Nobody is innocent, there are just varying degrees of guilt..." Alia tried to memorize everything she saw about the battle plans, she will need to share this information with the Mother Superior and the Duchess. She had some military training to understand most of the things that were spoken there. But now, it was a trivial information for her, she was more interested in the intrigues that plagued the Empire. Such things are more powerful than any weapon, they destroy the person and the organization from within, leaving an empty carcass. This was the true strength of the Bene Gesserit, they planted the seed of mistrust and exploited the hidden processes, behind the curtain...They believed themselves as the true puppet-masters, but until that psyker...or Jedi he used to call himself appeared...the Lightbringer or now knowns as the Truthsayer...the arrogance. The Sisterhood was powerless against him, he had beaten them in their own game and now was controlling the whole Union. But she needed to focus on the present, she could see everyone's aura, some were sheepishly loyal to the Empire, like the commanding officers of the Union...but the others were more...interesting. She could feel the mistrust towards Vader, she could almost see the connections between them. Such emotion as envy, mistrust were like sweet scents that surrounded Vader, well he didn't emanate them, but were sent towards him. He was like a bright beacon of power, the other Bene Gesserits should see this too, they would be happy. If exploited right such soil would give fruits...and soon. She almost smiled under her hood, no-one seemed to have noticed her...excellent. Except Vader, he seemed to be watching her...closely... TAG:Vader, anyone in the conference room -----signature----- If you have info share it with me , if you have questions ask ! Tear Down The Wall-Pink Floyd "The IG Banking clan has surrendered ! The day is ours ! The Republic is victorious !"Obi-Wan Clone Wars "My allegiance is to the Republic , to democracy !"Obi
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Corellian_Outrider Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 5/12 9:29pm Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
	~OOC~Extra special thanks to MOO for this joint post. ~IC~ Grand Admiral Thrawn Location: Naboo - Theed The violet SoroSuub V-19 'Gian' Landspeeder had just crossed over the western side of Pergola's bridge when the ringing of bells started from all over the city. Looking back to the passenger seat, Sykes noticed that the Imperial Lieutenant looked a bit concerned. "Nothing to worry about, Lieutenant." She spoke to him. "It is a sign for my people." Lieutenant Garston shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "What type of sign is that?" "At the moment, a glorious day for our people as our Queen returns to us." Titchner called back from the driver's seat as he navigated through the city streets. He started indicating to turn left at the intersection ahead to go to the Ellié Arcadium. "Excuse me Officer, would you be so kind as to turn right instead." The Grand Admiral asked quietly. "There is a slight change of plans." * * * * * * * * * * * * The small square by the river was starting to become crowded at the unusual early hours of the morning. Driving along the Avenue of Freedom, Officer Titchner got as close as he could before parking the box shaped speeder among the other vehicles. The four of them got out of the open cab speeder and joined the rest of the people that had congregated outside the Royal Theed Hanger. The crowd parted to the presence of the Grand Admiral, allowing him through. The two officers from the Naboo Security Force escorted him and his aide to the hanger entrance. The Lieutenant glanced constantly at the people, for fear of an attack. He then looked back to the Admiral who appeared to be as ease among the civilians, as though he has no fear of any possible assassination attempt on his life. The guards stationed at the entrance allowed them to pass through into the hanger. The Royal Hanger was large enough for the housing of the chrome plated starships and squadrons of the N-1 Naboo Starfighters, made famous for the role they played in the Liberation of Naboo. At the far end sat an Imperial Lambda-class shuttle that looked out of place amongst the artistically designed Nubian crafts. Palace Royal Guards had assembled outside the shuttle as the boarding ramp lowered. Finding a place near the present members of the Naboo Council, Mitth'raw'nuruodo clasped his hands behind the small of his back and waited patiently. Amidala turned her head as the Imperial representative stepped forward. Governor Eicester made the necessary introduction. "Madam, may I introduce the Empire's representative upon Naboo - Grand Admiral Thrawn. Grand Admiral, Queen Amidala II of the Naboo." "Grand Admiral Thrawn - " The queen extended her hand towards him. Mitth'raw'nuruodo took her hand, bowed and kissed it. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person your Highness. Welcome back to Naboo. I hope your trip was productive." "Productive..." Amidala smiled. "Yes, Admiral Thrawn, I have come to know Ursa and the rulers - quite well." Be careful, Sabe, she thought to herself. She gave the Admiral a little smile. "Once we are settled in, it would please me if you would come one evening to dinner.. I understand you are a lover of art - I would enjoy showing you some of our treasures in Theed." "It shall be a pleasure your Highness." Mitth'raw'nuruodo straightened up and smiled to the queen. "I will be honoured too." "Until then, Grand Admiral." "Until." Mitth'raw'nuruodo repeated and nodded. "Farewell Milady." Queen Amidala passed on, followed by the members of the Council, her handmaidens and the artist from Ursa. How long shall we have to tolerate the Imperials watching our every move, Amidala thought. Perhaps he will be called to war, "Governor-" Amidala paused for a second allowing the Governor to step up "Walk with me." The queen's entourage passed from the hangar into the palace proper. The Admiral watched as the queen was escorted away and then turned to the young lieutenant. "Time to get back to our duty and resume our investigation." TAG: Those on Naboo -----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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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/14 8:29am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/14 8:30am (1 edits total) Edited By: LordDarthUmbrus
	IC: Tarkin "Is it true, that there is a spot on a Super Battle Droidâ€™s head, that if you hit it with a blaster bolt, will make it shoot up in the air like a GAM?" Came an impertinent question. Tarkin glanced at the jokster, then glanced at a black uniformed Imperial Intelligence senior agent to the side. The sinister agent nodded once in acknowledgment of his new mission and then turned a crisp about-face to go about completing it. The miscreants holo went dark. "Are there any...other questions." Tarkin intoned with some exasperation. "Sir, how long after the Carthaginian fleet engages will the main strike arrive?" In other words: how long were they alone for?" asked the promising Captain Elenya Savanche of VSD-II Endless. She so much reminded Tarkin of his beloved Natasi Daala. "Yes Captain Savanche. Well, the main strike will be in motion to occur mere moments after the Executor's engagement of the Death Star. It will not take long for CIS forces to engage the Executor contingent. It will make a micro-jump approximately two minutes ahead of the main fleet and Carthaginian's Ursean destroyer fleet will be flanking it along with the picket wedge your Victory classes will be affording just inside the Ursean destroyer picket. This is a consideration I leave in Carthaginian's capable hands as to the specific deployment." Tarkin explained (OOC: I am leaving everyone's participation open for whether they want to be a part of Cartheginian's fleet or Tarkin's fleet. Don't worry about what Tarkin is blathering about, just have fun with it once we get going [hopefully].) "The Imperator contingent will move in on the planet as the Executor creates the diversion. The Killing Moon will arrive just before Imperator to service both flag ships in wiping out Star Cruiser resistance and position itself to bore a hole in Kalee's planetary shield." Tarkin further explained. IC: Captain Savanche (DarthXan) -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed." - Chingachgook ~~~ SDO
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LordDarthUmbrus Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 5/14 8:56am Subject: RE: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith - Date Edited: 5/14 8:58am (2 edits total) Edited By: LordDarthUmbrus
	IC: Revan Location: Vader's State Room . Executor "We’ve come at the request of the Imperial Executor, my Lord,…to convey you to a battle operations briefing." The black garbed apparition intoned with robotic formality twisted by its Ursean flavored basic. Revan turned from the adjustments he was making to something as he worked on the black crystalline table he sat at. He eyed the beings with his shaded blue eyes, strands of his long hair was before them. His lips were pursed in a way that could only be described as a petulant pout. He turned back without answer and fiddled with something that made a snap-click sound and then suction sounds. Revan made a sharp movement like he was twisting two things together. At last he stood holding his prize. He caressed its silver length with his eyes as if staring into Shmi's eyes that one last time. The bright red-orange blade ignited with uncharacteristic intensity and speed for even a normal lightsaber. The sound of it thrummed deeply in the suddenly quiet room, the red-orange sheen of the blade caused everything in the dark room to be bathed in its strange light. The guards, not sure what to make of this action, instinctively stood back from the rugged Jedi. Revan spun the red-orange blade in a velocity that turned it into a fan of light. The firey blade danced in the dark like a mad djinn. The guards gasped in awe despite themselves. They'd seen their Lord Re use the legendary weapon before, but had not seen too many others use the thing as successfully as he, until now! Revan spun the blade on his hand and returned it to his magnetic belt as it deactivated in mid whirl. "Good. Lets go." Revan said with a satisfied sigh. He left the startled guards in his wake. --- The meeting was useless to Revan as he stood behind his Son, taking it in. Sidious was not to be found. Apparently he 'wasn't here' on Executor officially and wanted the myth of his not being aboard preserved. Revan didn't care about the particulars of what ship was going where or what platoon or Commando Brigade was going where to do whatever. He knew already what waited for them on Kalee...and no technological terror would have any significance to it. They would go. They would land on Kalee. They would find...Her. What transpired after, would be what mattered here. Not the Kaleesh. Not the Empire. Not the CIS. Not even that horror the Death Star. If it were up to him, Revan would go alone to Kalee under guise and deal with this himself alone...but Anakin's Test had to be part of this mess...and Sidious had to be humbled enough so that he would know enough to stay out of the way. Revan found his finger petting his new construction hanging from his belt. His heart beat in the thing. It was warm like it used to be...even while just hanging from his belt and not being used. Maybe it would help what was to come. Tag: Loath Veytha, Di Toli, other friends -----signature----- "Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot in