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Kahn_Iceay
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IC: Vincent
"Kev..." Vincent said with a small Sigh. "I don't have a cloaking device." He sent Kev a readout of the ECM systems. "I have a "Sensor Decoy Cloaking Device" why its called that I don't know. It makes me harder to target, but I'm not invisilbe. The only way I can cloak is if you are connected and you cloak, then it cover's me too. And before you ask why, I don't have one. This ship, is also my home, its power system's power more than weapons and engines. A cloak would double the current energy usage I have now."
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"I mean luke Skywalker was supposed to be some sort of Force prodigy and all he could do was move a lightsber around after grimacing at it for an hour and here this kid [Starkiller] is clearing entire hallways with not so much as a cough." - Yahtzee
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IC :: Kev-Mas Colcha
"Well then," said Kev-Mas, reading over the readout sent by Vincent, "I guess I will have to reattach myself to you if your shields aren't there, so we can flee to the Morning Star, cloaked. We don't want you homeless now, do we?"
Just then, the last of the Dreadnoughts appeared in realspace over Utapau, and they immediately got to work on their battle formation.
"Yes! Our fleet is complete!" exclaimed Kev-Mas. However, he was cut short by a claxon resounding through his cockpit.
"They are here," said Kev-Mas, expanding the frequency so the fleet of Dreadnoughts could hear him, "All hands to battle stations, the opposing fleet was crippled by our mines, but they still could do some damage. It appears that they have a Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, 2 Imperial II-class Star Destroyers and 4 Victory II-class Star Destroyers. However, the Pellaeon-class is severely crippled, and can be defeated by the looks of it. I'd suggest half of the Dreadnoughts concentrate Fire on the Pellaeon-class, while Vincent, the Morning Star and I engage two Victory-II's, our Porax-38s attack the enemy Fighters, and the rest of the fleet deal with the rest."
Kev-Mas then opened a channel to the enemy fleet.
"Attention Sith," said Kev-Mas, mockingly, "You already know that you have walked into a trap. Stand down your weapons or we will be forced to destroy you. We will not be taken alive, but you won't either. You will die if you persist."
"Bah," said a Sith Lord over the comm from the Pellaeon-class, shpwing his disgust, "You are a fool to underestimate the might of the Sith."
As he said that, the two fleets engaged each other, and it appeared that the Sith were being defeated.
While that happened, the combined mass of the Eternal Twilight and Evening Star approached two of the Victory II's, firing a broadside barrage in between them. However, when the ships started to return fire, the 1 Ship split into 6 different ships, as if on cue.
Seconds later, Kev-Mas was hit by a laser cannon blast, his shields immediately went offline.
"Looks like I was right!" yelled Kev-Mas over the comm to Vincent, then immediately reattaching his fighters and cloaking to avoid further weapons fire, heading straight for the Morning Star's Hangar Bay.
Vincent, however was dealing with his own problems, and got sent spiraling out of control when his port engine pod was destroyed by Turbolaser fire.
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IC: Vincent
"Son of a Bantha!" Vincent cursed as he struggled to regain control of his spiraling ship. Working as fast and as efficently as he could in the dizzing conditions he dialed up the inertial dampers to give the ship 'weight'. A few moments later the ship was under control but listing. "Kev, this is Vincent! I've lost my port engine pod! Power is failing, my lifesupport is on auxilary, and I have no shields, no weapons! I'm gonna try and make it to the Evening Star. Out."
It was like flying a Bath tub, though at the moment Vincent would have prefered a Bathtub. Half the ship was exposed to space, only the Engine Room, Cockpit and his little sister's room was sealed. It was at that moment that he was glad Esme was sent into hiding. Before him, the port hanger of the Evening Star grew larger. Almost there... Almost... He couldn't even finish his thoughts. His starboard Engine pod failed, in spectacular fashion. The explostion propelled the front half of the ship forward, but at an off angle. The ship skidded sideways along the hanger floor before slaming to a halt, and taking out a few fighters with it.
For a moment Vincent went out, when he came too his right eye wouldn't open, or maybe it was and he didn't have it any more, he didn't know. It really didn't matter, it was dark in the cockpit asside from sparks and the dim red emergancy light. What he did know was his left leg hurt like hell. The targeting computer had disloged and was resting on it. Straining, Vincent focused to use his Implanted Commlink, not trusting his normal one. "Kev..." His breathing was heavy and sparatic. "Get over to the port hanger... My left legs broken, and i'm Stuck."
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IC: Vander Lorren
“And I would be your slave? Yeah, it could work. I doubt the Hutt’s are completely united, even with the hundred-odd sectors they probably control.”
Vander looked over at Tey and frowned, intending to correct her. Before he could, though, the computer began displaying the probable origins of the ships arriving. He swore under his breath. How could the Hutts have annexed this many worlds with no one noticing?
“If we say we’re under the command of one Hutt, the underlings will simply obey. For a lot of improvisation, it’s pretty good. But what about all this data. Yeah, I bet Intelligence has noticed, but how much they have, we’re not sure. The Empire isn’t in position for another life or death struggle. And the Hutt’s would lead one… Should we see if we can get this to the Alliance?”
"First point. You won't be posing as a slave. You'll be staying on the ship. And if anything goes wrong, I expect you to leave scorchmarks on that atmosphere getting out of here. Are we clear on that?" He fixed her with his gaze, face utterly serious. "I go in, I claim the target and pretend I'm authorised to take her with me. You stay here, and be prepared to leave if you have to." He paused. "Regardless of whether I'm back by then or not."
Vander shook his head. "Now, as to where the data goes..." A slightly malicious, and very mischeivous smile appeared on his face. He was about to suggest something devious. "Why don't we hedge our bets, send the data to the Empire and the Alliance? Somebody's bound to stop the Hutts that way...With the proviso that the Empire gets told who else will know. I think I might forget to place such information in the other transmission, however." That was one of the more interesting bits of Vander's personality. He was entirely willing to do something that sneaky, if it would help the Empire. If the Alliance wound up tangling with the Hutts, that was fine by him. It was only when innocents got hurt for deception that he had issues with it; pointing the enemy in a declared war at someone else's throat seemed pretty much ok.
"Oh, and we make sure the Alliance one goes to the Jedi, emphasizing the number of people held unwilling here. They have their faults, but at least they've a higher probability of seeing to it that the captives down there don't get crisped when the Hutts do." That seemed the right course to take. Give the information to the Empire, as was his duty, and send it also to the Alliance so the Empire wouldn't have to stop the Hutts...but send it to the Alliance via the Jedi, so there might be less innocent people killed.
Tag: Sinrebirth as Tey Harre
Reposting Cavan's sheet, so it'll be in this thread. 
Name: Cavan Shenn
Age: 29
Species: Zeltron
Gender: Male
Appearance: Picture. Tall and slim, with purple hair, pink skin, and purple eyes. Generally wears very colourful and outrageous clothing. The clothes he most frequently wears.
Allegiance: Sith
Weapons: Purple-bladed lightsaber.
Ship: The Spiral Dancer, Helix-class light interceptor, painted in extremely bright, even garish swirling designs. Routinely described as an eyesore by those less fond of bright colours.
Bio: Growing up on Zeltros, Cavan left his home to pursue adventures in the wider Galaxy, bringing with him the typical Zeltron notions of fun. Discovering a knack for using the Force, he was recruited into the Sith.
As the apprentice of Lord Kye'El, Cavan is most often off on solo missions...in part due to his sunny disposition, which tends to fray the tempers of his fellow Sith.
Nevertheless, his skills are not to be underestimated, despite his love of all sorts of fun. He has discovered that the standard Zeltron empathy can be twisted to enjoy most emotions...and that the darker ones are easier to inspire.
IC: Cavan Shenn
Cavan listened intently as his Master explained to him the mission he was to be sent on. It sounded like a lot of fun. Traitorous Imperial Knights, deception, exposing someone without revealing what he was...though the last part would be tricky. No doubt that was what the holorecorder was for; to get evidence, then return with it to the Sith, so it could be revealed however would work best.
Maybe he could have some fun with this Tessa Nuk, before disappearing with the evidence of her treachery. He sort of liked the idea of charming her a bit first. This was the sort of thing he was good at. Other Sith crept through the shadows, and were discovered by those who stared into shadows. Cavan's cheerful nature and flamboyant behaviour tended to make him stick out...but also categorised him as just a Zeltron having fun. He tended to be noticed, then dismissed instantly from suspicion, since no one ever believed he could possibly be an agent of the Dark Side. If there was suspicion, it tended to fall on the person sitting in a corner watching everybody...not the garishly-dressed Zeltron whose mind was apparently focused only on picking up new companions.
“Tessa Nuk is coreward, at Alsakan, escorting the Princess to a diplomatic meeting. She may remain there, or slip away to support the Jedi she freed from Bastion, or Hespar Kessler, the Imperial Knight who fled with them. If you discover any of those three - Ratep Sentarin, Kreassk, Hespar - you are to kill them immediately.”
"Understood, Master."
“Any questions?”
Cavan blinked his large purple eyes innocently. "Do I really have to kill them on sight, Master? Can't I bring them back as souvenirs? They might have information we could use," he finished practically. Of course, Lord Kye'el would be well aware of his apprentice's habit of bringing back...souvenirs. And it was with those who might have information that the Zeltron's twisted nature became apparent. Despite that fun-loving exterior, he could be utterly cruel when he wished...or alternate cruelty with kindness, in the technique that had broken guests of the Sith in the past. Forget 'good guy, bad guy'...he was capable of switching between the two, leaving the recipient disoriented, confused...and vulnerable.
After all, he wouldn't have survived this long in the Sith if there wasn't more to him than the cheery, happy side. It wasn't an act, precisely...it was default behaviour, that Cavan was able to abandon whenever necessary.
Tag: Sinre as Kye'el
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IC: Gunz, Ord Canfre atmosphere, Battle of Ord Canfre
"Skooorrrch, do you still have that bomb? What's its power?”
Skorch came back almost immediately. “Of course I do, General. It could blow up an ISD. Is a kilometer-wide explosion enough for you? I was hoping I’d get to use it on something with you around. You never disappoint, General.”
Snorting, Hawkeye spoke up. “Let me guess, General, you have a plan to Imperials. As ever.”
“Hey, I brought a huge bomb with me, what else was he going to come up with? A fireworks display?”
“Knock it off, you two, or get a room.” Gunz’s gravely voice took over. “What’s the plan, General Hagan? Are we not to keep our appointment with the political shop?” Hawkeye nudged the shuttle closer to the General’s TwinTail, so as to better head towards the capital.
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IC: Tey Harre, Telti
"I go in, I claim the target and pretend I'm authorised to take her with me. You stay here, and be prepared to leave if you have to." Vander paused. "Regardless of whether I'm back by then or not."
Tey pulled a face. "Okay, but I can't promise I'll leave without you. You're an Imperial Knight. The Empire needs everyone of you we can get. But I'll go if I absolutely have to, I guess." The pilot rested her hands on the controls, and tapped as Vander spoke about sending the information off. The Jedi and Imperial Intelligence quickly received copies of the data, the Imperials with the added proviso. Tey took her time to make sure the data was sent on narrow bands, so nobody would notice - but it meant the signal wouldn't reach Ossus or Bastion for a few days at least, in exchange for secrecy.
The pilot scrunched up her face. "I'm moving us in, so get ready, Lorren." The shuttle headed in, towards the slave ship. Things were very delicate, here. The Hutt armada was dotted all over Telti, and there were a few ships nearby that would be dangerous to say the least. A large and ancient Sabaoth-class destroyer arrived, the computer logging in that it had came from Barab I, in the very Outer Rim. The Hutt's were confident, there was no doubt of that. They must have had everything here.
The shuttle, posing as a bounty hunter vessel, was admitted aboard simply because the reduced crew were struggling to deal with their captives. Laya was leading a mini-revolt, determined to recover her child from the Empire. So they hired Vander without even checking his credentials - there were a lot of mercs around during a war, and considering how many worlds had been devastated in this war, a lot were simply those which had fallen because of their loss. Pawns for Hutt crimelords.
When Vander walked aboard, he was met by a pair of Weequay guards, one waving him in. "Come on, we need someone to help us muscle our way in and grab this blond girl. Boss reckons she's the ringleader." He waved a datapad, showing a picture of Laya. "The girl has given us an extra hours worth of slaver-pay, mind you, which is better than grunt-pay. Was why the Cap'n took us to Mygeeto in the first place."
So this was how the Hutt's had gathered such an armada in the first place - creating incentives for slavers to collect together a workforce for them. Two hundred ships now didn't look such a surprise. Another two hundred at Kubindi didn't look so suspicious, either. But anyone would wonder - if the Hutt's had a real system of organisation and shipyards put before them...how strong would they be?
TAG: Rilwen as Vander
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IC: Lord Ky'el, Unknown Regions
"Do I really have to kill them on sight, Master? Can't I bring them back as souvenirs? They might have information we could use,"
Lord Ky'el looked at Cavan from his datapad. "You can if you choose. But don't cut anything off we will be needing. And if other Imperial Knights intervene...kill them. We don't want the Knights to take in Tessa Nuk and cover this up. Nor Kessler. We want the Imperial Knights to be ruined. That's the entire objective of this campaign - to remove confidence in them as much as possible, so the Empire's citizens support Veed and the Sith alliance, not Fel and his Knights."
The Chiss Sith tapped a button or two. His contacts on Aargau, the major banking world that was propping up the GA, had detected a message directed at the Jedi from Telti, about a Hutt threat. The main forces of the Jedi and GA were on Coruscant and Anaxes, so it would be some time before they recieved the message. Aargau to Telti was a small distance, but he reckoned he could have his fleet to Telti in a short time - using GA vessels to attack the Hutts before they attacked both the GA and Empire.
Lord Ky'el waved his hand, nonchalantly. "You may go."
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Alsakan, system outskirts, Coruscant Sector
On Alsakan itself, Tessa Nuk had been found to have fled on a shuttle bound for Anaxes. The rogue Imperial Knight was desparate to find Kessler and the others. Ganner Krieg and Aya Merasi had been assigned to capture her, and were taking their Predators.
Ganner commed Aya as they made way to jump to Alsakan. "Hey, Aya, has anyone noticed that they're sending two apprentices after Tessa - a fully trained Imperial Knight? I know the Princess is important, but isn't this more dangerous?"
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Alsakan Station, delegates office
The opening discussions out of the way, Admiral Dess communicated with the Princess and Imperial Adjunct Challon in their ready room. The Chiss commander was itchy, if such a word could be applied to Chiss, watching the GA task force of one Scythe, and two new Sabertooth assault/recovery ships constantly swapping formations, the three Chiss-class destroyers doing the same.
"Princess, the GA is upto something. I'm not sure what, but their commander keeps shifting their formation. I respectfully suggest, your Highness, that you leave the shuttle."
Elke Vetter, whom had been making up some time teaching Princess Marasiah Fel from where Sey Pachrias had left off, nodded. "I agree, your Highness. The GA is obviously upto something. I suggest we get to the Imperial shuttle."
The Imperial Adjunct looked unhappy. "The Alliance simply isn't ready for peace. Not when we haven't won anything major in the Colonies or Inner Rim. If we do win something, maybe they'll change their minds."
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Ixtlar, Coruscant Sector
Bail Antilles, the newest member of the Triumvirate, began contact with his fellow shadows, a Mon Calamari and a Ithorian. Antilles was not a hardliner. He never had been, and never was. He wasn't an ally of the Jedi, nor a militant. He was terrified of the possibility that the GA would become what it had under Caedus, and the Bothan and Drall in command of the GA with him had long crossed that line.
He and his allies had suspected it, but were never too sure. Gahan, a strident Jedi supporter, and the Senator whom had swung the vote towards siding with the Jedi, had been a close friend of Antilles for some time. They were worried by the Bothan's plans to kill millions on Anaxes, and slaughter the Princess - the GA was not at that point yet. They hadn't lost the war - they didn't need a terrible strike to save everything.
Something had to be done. The Drall and Bothan were important for appeasing the Corellians and Bothans, whom had seceded, and Antilles hoped would be brought back into the fold. But as the GA grew more, for want of a better word, Imperial, there were calls on Corellia for them to distance themselves even further than neutrality, especially as their bids for independence had been shattered at the Battle of Nubia last year. Even Corellians could see that if they pushed too hard they would turn the GA into Caedus' mockery.
The Mon Calamari Senator Gahan agreed, and the Bothans would never be appeased for long anyway. The Ithorian, , believing the GA would be strengthened with Corellia back in-camp and the Imperialistic members of the Triumvirate replaced, also agreed. Ithor had fell back into the Empire's hands, and wasn't likely to return to it unless the self-defeating prophecy was averted.
And so, even as Lord Ky'el prepared to send 'GA' ships to attack the Hutts, the GA Senators were preparing their own trap on the Drall and Bothan Triumvirate members. The Bothans would be furious, and possibly declare war, but the Corellians would be back under GA control. The Core would be secured, and possibly saved.
But only if Anaxes was won - and won properly.
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IC: Admiral Piett, aboard the Eternal Blade, Battle of Bilbringi
The tractors beams seized the coralskippers, even at their high speeds, and the Yuuzhan Vong instantly responded with the warrior ferocity they were renowned for. A quarter of the skips exploded, throwing debris into the pathway of the tractor beams, Imperial gunners rushing to retarget them. The coralskippers rushed forward, and at this point sensors would make out that these fighters were modified from those the Imperial Fleet faced at Bastion - they had tails. Reduced nonetheless, the coralskippers lunged at the SSD, and Admiral Piett called out.
“Have the Majestic to open fire on that debris, and then all ships within range are ordered to resume tractor beams.” A blaze of fire emerged, and the fleet grabbed at the coralskippers. The fighters were trapped, but not finished, and the First was going to be too busy, shortly.
The three Yuuzhan Vong capital ships jumped. With SSD and PSD weapons busy tearing apart the Carracks, the majority of the fleet could only respond with a handful of weapons. The Eternal Blade, however, had very few weapons trained upon the Imperial Union fleet - the now hundred-odd Carracks that were just hitting massed fire range of the SSD had been keeping low, thus only a few of the mountain of weapons could hit them - only the weapons which could depress low enough and weren’t impeded by other weapons. So, the SSD responded with thousands of weapons the moment the vessels decanted at Admiral Piett‘s orders, though many were unable to by virtue of the tight formation the Emperor had ordered - a sound tactic for many numerous ships, but not a concentration of larger ships. The Imperial Knights fire was impossibly accurate, even taking out some of the milling TIE fighters which were constantly harassing the Predator screens. A bang was heard over the audio; a flaming wreck of a TIE had impacted with the shields, vanishing in a flare of even brighter light.
The ten kilometer long Koros-Strohna and the planetary worldship Baanu Rass survived the barrage, the latter more by mass than defences, while the battleship analog only managed to unleash a single immense volley before flaring out of existence, so many coral pieces that were promptly grabbed by the worldship and thrown at a PSD. That battleship analogy’s barrage, however, was warped by the dovin basils of the Koros-Strohna and plowed into one of the weakened PSDs, the explosion damaging the shields of another PSD and the SSD itself.
The flagship rocked for a moment, and Admiral Piett snapped out. “Report!”
Security quipped up quickly, the Chiss officer looking up from his display and speaking calmly, somewhat irked by the Admiral‘s tone but quite used to it. “Shields further damaged by 6%, sir, reduced overall to 68%.”
“Less than three hundred Carrack’s remaining, sir,” chimed Sensors.
Communications was next. “The Captain’s of the Conqueror and Apex are reporting sufficient damage to warrant withdrawl. The other ten Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers are reporting mostly unharmed, sir.”
“Only 314 Predators reporting on-station sir, a few have been lost in the Carrack fire.” Starfighter Command, a lithe woman, grimaced, knowing the casualties from the barrages and other fighter surges. “Perhaps a hundred enemy TIE fighters still active, and perhaps forty enemy coralskippers.”
Suddenly the Yagai at Sensors swore in his native language, calling out, “Admiral!”
Admiral Piett turned on his heel, clearly worried by one of his most calm-headed officers leaping from etiquette so quickly, rather than being concerned about the actual words. “Sensors?”
“The worldships are accelerating, sir. The Koros-Strohna is screening the larger worldship, warping aside or absorbing our barrages. The worldship’s cover has been extended to cover it.” Piett looked out at the planetary worldship, which was growing even larger. It’d close into a range where it could use it’s dovin basils to overwhelm the smaller PSDs shields- an even closer range than that of weapons - in a few minutes. The Admiral winced.
The coralskippers surged forward, as one, seemingly unwilling to try the same explosive tactic again. The Predators were needling them from afar, but the Yuuzhan Vong responded to such actions with massed fire which usually overwhelmed the Predator. The Imperial Knights were using their weapons to take them out one at a time, but it was a difficult shot, especially so as the Yuuzhan Vong had no discernable presence in the Force.
“The coralskippers?”
“Holding, Admiral, but I can’t say for how long. But I noticed this…” The Yagai tapped a screen, which came up. Admiral Piett wasn’t as well versed on the Yuuzhan Vong War as some, he would gladly admit, so he tapped the console. The image of the coralskippers with tails was sent to the Emperor’s throne, a small hologram appearing from the projector in the left-arm.
The Admiral strode over. “Sir, they have tails. Sensors has discerned that none of the coralskippers with destroyed themselves had such an addition.”
Antares Draco glanced at his Master from the Starfighter Command console that he’d been helping from, clearing becoming more concerned for the Emperor’s safety by the moment. “Your Majesty?”
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[color=redIC: Rasi Tumm, Bogden[/color]
The premonition of this Sith slaying him passed, and Rasi Tumm hissed. The Bothan held his lightsaber close, in a defence, and stopped his charge, letting the other four continue. He, however, called out. “Take care with this one!”
The youngest Knight slashed down, a powerful Djem So strike, at Darth Knitos
TAG: Darh_Knitos
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IC: Kiaar, Unknown Regions
"ENOUGH! You have no chanze of winning thiz. Ssurender to uz. There are countlezz more Yuuzhan Vong on the drop sship. Give up and tell uz who your masster iz."
The Yuuzhan Vong Kiaar cracked his amphistaff in whip form, disarming the last of the Tof’s still standing. Scattered throughout the room, either missing their blades or on the floor, the remaining four Tof’s did not look amused.
Bosa dominated the centre of the room, ready for anything, the Jawa Yosiin moving behind the Jedi Master to protect his back. “Well?” Kiarr snarled, looking about. “Explain your actions! It was you who ruined our colony, wasn‘t it!”
One of the Tof’s hissed. “She said that this would work. That we didn’t need to worry about learning the skills.” Each of the Tof’s had a limited sensitivity, all around exactly the same. It would have taken a teaching course that was very selective - perhaps these were apprentices? - or something decidedly unnatural. Kiarr doubted that apprentices would be sent on such missions.
There was a cough, and the Yuuzhan Vong Priest they had been directed to find emerged from the entrance into the ship. Yosiin pulled in a breath. The Priest was unarmed, smiling with amusement, though Kiaar noted something strange about his left eye. It seemed shrivelled, and leathery, somehow. “Disciples, do not fear. The Promised Land remains as close as ever. The deaths of the Jedi and their servants are incidental to the Great Plan. Do it now, as true believers.”
The Tof’s all cracked something in their mouths, possibly a tooth, and the Yuuzhan Vong watched as the Tof’s all collapsed. Suddenly, their bodies started to liquefy, melting away. Coomb spores? Kiaar took a step away, and looked at the Priest.
“What now?”
“Nothing else need be done. I am your prisoner. But my Master will send for me, before long.” The Priest reached for his hand, stepping away from the trio. Kiaar called out. “Poison gas!”
Yanking his finger free, the pocket of gas emerged, and Kiaar slapped a gnullith to his face from his belt, gagging as it went down his throat. He didn’t have another one for the Jedi, though Yosiin was reaching for his belt, beneath his robes, too. The Priest had fled deeper into the ship, away from the billowing purple cloud of gas he’d released from his digit.
“After him!”
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IC: Sage Koon, above Dorin
]"I am not your master, for you have bested me. Your species showed me that my ego could be my destruction. Tell me your prophecy, Master Koon, as a captive of an equal."
Koon’s expression flickered, even beneath the mask. Taking a guttural breath, he spoke. “This is what I heard, at the start of the Sith-Imperial War, almost two years ago, Darth Schleier. It came from a gathering of Sages that were scrying for their role in the conflict.”
As darkness breeds with light, as empire’s clash with death and burn,
Into the Unknown there will be much more of this known,
Pale the tools of the green,
The blind the tool of her schemes,
And when the truth is unveiled,
A legacy may prevail
The Kel Dor sighed. “I never understood what ‘pale’ meant, and we could not divine who the female was. Some considered her to be the Princess of the Empire, others considered her to be Maleficarum, the Sith with three persona’s. But she has been killed, and the prophecy seemed null.”
“But I realised the truth when I saw you. A blind Nagai. Nagai, who have pale skin, to a degree of being albino, to other humans. The Tof’s are green-skinned, are they not? I know the story of the Nagai-Tof War, how the Sith Lumiya made use of a genuine conflict, like she did in the GA-Confederation War nearly nine decades ago now.”
“It may have been a prophecy of the past, apart from the ‘blind’ Nagai that is the tool. The tool of her. You must find this woman, Schleier, and free your people from her thrall - from the death that they will confront.”
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IC: Moff Sarreti, enroute to the Steadfast
The Moff, at the Sith’s request, immediately headed for the PSD flagship. He had no knowledge that he was to be killed - either by the schemes of Insipid or Xaare - and fully intended to confront her about the second Sith in her room. Idoneus.
As he neared Ardeurs ready room, the Moff checked his appearance in the bulkhead. Quintessentially Imperial, he was ready for anything this bug-lover seemed to have in mind. Sarreti walked through the doorway, not realising that Idoneus would, at Insipid’s direction, be nearby.
“What in blazes is going on,” he started, snapping at her. “A second Sith! Without my knowledge! What have you got planned!” Sarreti shoved forward his finger, aggressively.
He waved a data card. “The Empire has declared war upon the Confederacy! The Hapans have declared war against the Verpine as an ally of the Confederacy! We need to get out ships out of this system before Xaare orders the two forces to do something!”
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IC: Canistia, outer edges of Roon system
"So, now that you know I'm ready I ask you the same question. Are you ready to fight one whom many call a Demigod?"
Canistia bared his teeth. “Lets put aside all this posturing, shall we? We don’t have to like each other, just work together.” The six Palawa and single Twilight Knight looked at their Master, clearly amused. The seven Imperial Knights didn’t comment, simply leaping into their Predators. One took the time, before he closed the cockpit, to comment. “Come on, you two. Atavus is only going to get stronger. There’s a stockpile of weapons here, if you feel you need it, left by Insipid’s bunch, Alastor. We’ve already combed through it. Have fun, but we’ll see you in-system.”
Twenty or so minutes later, the task force, eighteen fighters launched, the Imperial Knights waiting for Alastor to check out the weapons, Canistia himself picking out a small wrist-mounted rocket launcher from the mass of blasters, grenades and blades. The group decanted almost immediately, and saw the GA fleet surrounding the world. Two hundred warships with hundreds of landing shuttles and over a thousand fighters, the armada seemed to be prevented from dropping its armies by a massive Force Storm.
As Alastor’s force arrived, the GA fleet was scattering, reports of such Storms being used to wipe out entire fleets by Darth Sidious circulating. Rather than bunch up around the sphere, Admiral Vale and Sirak Romar were directing the GA fleet to spread around the world, and the Force Storm seemed to be spreading to compensate. The Force trembled with fury, Atavus’s fury condensed, and then the wave of fire seemed to hit a limit, and began constricting.
The GA fleet continued to spread, enforcing the blockade and landing soldiers in distances perhaps a hundred kilometers in every direction from the Sphere, abandoning the forces they’d had to leave behind. Atavus began creating storms and dropping them, driving the fleets further around the world, or further into space. The gathering cloud of freedom was filled by Predators and Fury-class Sith fighters, launching from on-world.
The PSD that the GA Task Force One had driven away reinserted itself into the conflict, breaking past the blockade and taking a position within the space Atavus had cleared. A venerable fortress, major vessels were unable to break through, and troops were being landed all over the system.
As the eighteen fighters decanted, General Romar evolved the next stage of the plan, calling forth perhaps five hundred Jedi fighter craft from the Cloak. The storm of TwinTails shot forward, Atavus’ storm focusing to engulf them. The darkness of Roon was pressed upon them, shattering their meld, which attempted to combine the Jedi’s power to combat Atavus. Half the Jedi died in an instant, and the rest scattered to the edges of the Sphere’s cordon, many going down to support the GA army against the Sith as they emerged from caves across Roon with Stormtrooper battalion’s beside them - Admiral Veed had left his fleets entire fighter and soldier deployment behind, while taking the majority of the Star Destroyers to fight the war in the area with Confederacy assets.
Hundreds of Jedi and Sith and tens of thousands of GA and Imperial soldiers were fighting for life, a brutal conflict which sent thunder into the Force. At the centre of it all was Atavus, and in this terrible moment of fire and death, he was too distracted to deal with eighteen Force users as an aside, especially ones as powerful as Canistia and Alastor. They had a chance to press through the storms, past the Alliance screens and the PSD, to push on the Sphere from orbit.
“We’re going in,” exclaimed one of the Imperial Knights, and the squadron-and-a-half peeled off, after them. They weren’t on the side of either the GA or Empire - they were potential targets for every single warcraft and fighter between them and the Sphere.
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On the ground, Atavus’s Tower
"Call down your Army Atavus. You've got only this one chance for surrender. The Jedi can help you. There has already been too much suffering on all sides of the War." Quin Vos’ seemed to withdraw, writhing in pain as Atavus refused to surrender his charge’s body.
“I will never surrender, Aru’wn. I have seen your darkest fears. I know I can break you. Sae Kya has seen his future at my hand. Kai will see his now.”
Atavus raised Quin’s hand. A wave of terror crushed down upon Kai, a torrent of futures involving Quin’s blade through his throat, Sae impaled on Kai’s, or all Kai’s friends mauled by the Sith. Quin’s body wracked, and Atavus, himself completely overstretched by the battle in orbit and trying to control Quin, was repulsed by Aru’wn. His last words were harsh, guttural, filled with pain;
“Kill Quin.”
Ruyn, twin blades lit, turned to stab at the boy as his consciousness returned to him, a strike with one weapon. Sae Kya leapt out, his lightsaber still on his belt, and launched forward, gesturing so Ruyn’s robe wrapped around his arm and prevented the blow from landing. Nihl and Talon launched forward, their blades hissing. Nihl swept low to high, hoping to split Aru’wn from gut to crotch, Talon shoving out at Kai in the Force and leaping above Nihl, her lightsaber lashing out at Aru’wn’s sword arm.
Sae rebounded right, from the wall around the battle, and launched himself at Ruyn, the massive Twi’lek waving free his bound arm and lashing out. The battle was on.
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Ground battle near the Sphere
Outnumbered and isolated GA soldiers struggled with the Sith and Imperials, a dozen of Jedi facing more and more opponents as they emerged from caves across the landscape. The Alliance artillery was being overwhelmed, and shattered, Colonel Tahnan led a one-man surge, and Thor watched as Werda collapsed, begging for death.
“Jedi do not kill prisoners, Werda, you should have known that.”
But then a barrage of fire from a sniper fell upon Thor, his lightsaber singing. He trusted the Force, and the Force directed a bolt reflected from his blade through the Mandalorian Dark Jedi’s skull. It burst into it, shattering out of the back of his head.
The Dark Jedi was dead.
TAG: Bojangles, Kahn_Iceay, Sabith (death if wanted)
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IC: Kreassk, Anaxes orbit
The Trandoshan Padawan has spent enough time with Ratep to know that he wasn’t entirely confident. “Wait, Hespar, you want to check out those ships? I didn't think you'd get off of your Anaxes obsession so quick."
Kreassk chimed up, reinforcing Ratep’s sarcasm. “After we came all this way, too!”
Hespar Kessler gave them a look.
"Okay, Hespar," Ratep spoke reluctantly. "Take it in closer to those ships for a look. Get ready to bolt out of here at the first sign of trouble. And if you get the crazy idea to dock with one of these hulks, you better make sure it's got life support working in there. I'm not good at holding my breath and withstanding the vacuum of space."
“With that ego?” said Hespar. He began nudging the ship towards the wreckage of the two cruisers, and the Imperial Knight began to sense something ominous too. Kreassk couldn’t, but the Trandoshan was attuned thus that he could detect something was wrong. He clicked his claws, flexing his fingers, and tapped the sensor screen.
“There’s something very vague. A life form, perhaps? It wasn’t on sensors beforehand. It seems to be growing stronger.”
Hespar looked from the controls, and frowned. “It has oxygen?”
“Enough that we can breath…” The Padawan looked at Ratep. “Shall we take this?” Kessler frowned, the darkness growing stronger, and wasn’t too sure. It sensed like something of the Sith, but different. Growing.
“Ratep, what is that?”
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Anaxes City - Imperial Half
Jule listened as he spoke. These were interesting tidbits, sure, but Jule spoke up. “Ryu, I thought your species was Force-sensitive? Can Sagitta help with that stuff? Are you a Master, Sagitta?”
She began running mathematical equations through her own mind, and wondered if it worked. Jule began letting her thoughts for the young Ryu rise to her mind, but not the forefront, keeping the mathematical elements there. Jule squeezed his hand while he and Arlic spoke.
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Anaxes City - Imperial Landing Zone
Hissing, Sigel Dare pushed forward, shattering his barrier from her. She sensed it, finally. The mangled body, the Force explaining everything to Revan. "Tell the Empire that I'm sorry, no longer can I fulfill my duties as a knight and know that I do this for the better of the Empire. Also know that I do this for you and one more thing Sigel don’t try to stop me, I’ve already decided and my honor is on the line."
He was falling. He had fell. The despair had finished him off. Sigel Dare’s fury subsided, and turned into melancholy. She couldn’t kill a Sith. They were allies. But, one day, the Imperial Knight that was Sigel Dare and the Sith that had been Revan Darkheart would fight, and he would fall.
She let the man she had loved go, and turned to join the camp, and find the Imperial Knight in charge, Arlic Sagitta.
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Anaxes City - GA Half
Shado Vao wandered into the streets, his senses probing. Kol hadn’t had the time to stop and sense the world he was on, even though he’d never set foot on this world before. A moment passed, and then the Force directed Vao to look down, whispering. He would discover, if he looked down, the very same military tunnel that the Imperials had discovered and used to evacuate the depot and all it’s weaponry.
The Alliance, having access to official records only, and limited ones at that, were completely unaware of this. Once they became aware of it, however, they’d discover that it led directly on a line from here to the depot, and to the other end of the city - behind enemy lines.
Shado Vao could have just won this war for them.
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Anaxes City - Devastated portion
There was Revan Darkheart. Wandering the streets in his jumpsuit, his shadows stretching as ruined glow panels highlighted him, stubbornly providing light even when knocked from their mounts. But all they did was illuminate the shadows and darkness around the Imperial Knight.
He was alone, as he sought, surrounded by the wreckage of a world destroyed by Sith treachery. Yet he would never realise as much. All he knew is that he needed darkness, and the Sith had it. There was one Sith on Anaxes, and nothing else of the dark side.
But something began to call to him. A Holocron had found a new student. The Sith Holocron of Darth Andeddu, currently lying in the possession of Ryu Brightstar, sitting in the hospital beside Arlic Sagitta, and soon Sigel Dare. Two much for one man.
But two…
A shadow congealed, and became solid, Darth Kruhl, battered and bruised from a few hours ago, looking worse for wear and relying on the darkness itself. He had been abandoned by Ryu, which he approved of, but had detected the currents of darkness from the Holocron seeking a new apprentice. A new protégé.
Kruhl had followed those, and found this deaf Imperial Knight. “Do you know the story of the Dark Lord of the Sith who once had your name, Revan Darkheart?”
The Sith assassin knew what was happening. Revan was not as strong as Ryu, not as pure of heart. He was wounded, in body and in soul. The red-tattooed Sith Lord knew that Andeddu would use Revan to escape Ryu and the other Imperial Knights, and then Kruhl would be able to claim the Holocron.
“Do you wish to learn the story of Darth Revan?”
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IC: High Master Wolf Sazen, Heavy Hand, enroute to Anaxes, passing Bogden
The four vessels remaining in the task force, the two cruisers and two frigates, rapidly prepared their fighters and shuttlecraft. A pair of TwinTail’s were aboard, and had managed to cobble together thirty-six Crossfires and four shuttles per cruiser from the Battle of Dathomir. The frigates had a shuttle each, and they intended to dedicate those, too.
Admiral Stazi’s Crossfire was prepared, and K’Kruhk chose to stay on the bridge, and coordinate the battle itself. The force had no idea what the situation in-system was, and they needed someone to be aloof from the actual combat. Wolf Sazen assigned himself to support Cade, curious that his Padawan, after flouting the rules so incredibly, was desparate to do something about the Nightsisters. The horror of the death of the Witches seemed to weight heavily upon the Skywalker.
Stent and Vorg had all the preparations in-hand for the arrival in-system, but Wolf Sazen called Cade and Gar to a meeting in the ready room before they arrived. “There’s something we haven’t addressed. Rules of combat. After we deal with the Nightsisters, or after they make landfall, we’re going to be facing the Anaxi people. Whatever happened on Anaxes, things will get messy, and we won’t have the resources to get tied up in the entire battle.”
The Devaronian leaned on his hands, on the table, and looked at the Admiral. “The Jedi have been keeping an eye on the Imperial systems under our control, to make sure the GA doesn’t go too far into the policing these worlds like under Colonel Solo. Anaxes, Brentaal, Arkania, Telti, Empress Teta, Belgaroth. We’ve been assigning Watchmen, but most of the Jedi on these worlds have developed a militant streak because of the situations on-world. There is a real possibility that these civilians will cross the line into combatants, simply because of what the GA has done.”
“So, what are our limits? When we‘re fired upon, fire back, or fire first, ask questions later? Commander Bey raised this to me, earlier today, which I hadn‘t considered.”
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IC: Master Track, Battle of Bakura
"What now?" Tenk questioned Track, and the Jedi Master stepped out of his reverie, thumbing his lightsaber back on. He was a Jedi, after all. But what was a Jedi? Those which survived Order 66 had only done so because of love. This war was rapidly becoming as bloody as the Clone Wars, and with the Sith back, and the GA hanging on the skin of it’s teeth, Track began realising the truth even as he spoke.
“There’s a water reclaimation plant north of here. From there we can travel underground, by way of the sewers. The enemy won’t be able to concentrate many resources upon us, and we should be able to muscle our way through. We have three streets to cross, and heavy enemy positions. We need to take as many of them out as we can, Tenk, or the resistance will be crippled by all this.”
Track looked back at Tenk. “Listen to me, Tenk. I want you to promise me something. If you see Talia, in all this, forget about the mission. Choose her, and save her. I know now, now Isaja is dead, how this is all going to turn out. This entire war. I know. There won’t be a Jedi Order anymore. This battle shows that. This war has become the most complex and terrifying in history.”
The Master burst clear, his lightsaber batting aside Sullustan blue bolts, and returning them with his aggressive use of Djem So. Track continued to talk. “The Bakurans and a Confederacy, led by Sith and Jensaarai, fight against a Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium which was once as reviled as the Yuuzhan Vong, and the Mugaari, who never had a space empire before this war. And those two are on the side of the democracy of the Galaxy - the GA. Ruled by a Triumvirate rather than a single democratic leader, with a Jedi Order which started the entire war in the first place, against an Empire which is just as tied up in this as we are, it‘s own protectors ordered to step aside. Can you see a peaceful ending to this war, Tenk?”
Track batted a bolt up into the photoreceptors of a Hailfire droid as it cruised past to join the front, the blast piercing the wheeled-droids eye and popping out the other side of it’s mechanical brain. The tank rolled over and exploded, ripping apart the Sullustan regiment, the remaining half a dozen still pumping fire at the two Jedi even as the Ssi-Ruuvi and resistance fighters broke through into the capital.
As the two Jedi ran, a flurry of lightsaber blades - three - would be seen out of Tenk’s peripheral vision, atop a building. Track, busy deflecting fire from some hotshot Sluissi shooter, didn’t notice them, nor the woman in the midst of the three Jensaarai, characterised by their animalistic armour.
Talia.
The reclamation plant was the building before them, and Track took his steps towards it, battering aside a growing storm of massed fire, more and more dropships soaring from the Bakuran and Confederacy fleet, soldiers rappelling down lines and the fire increasing. Blue, green and red bolts dappled the floor, throwing up clods of earth and smoke. Soon, Track would die, and he knew it.
But, somewhere, somehow, he didn’t care.
He was, after all, a Jedi.
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IC: Darth Krayt
“With my help you can become the True Dark Lord and ruler of the galaxy but if you try to kill me then all that will be so much harder to uptain and….I since a weakness about you….”
The two demons of Ra’ziel had reared up, and Lord Krayts lightsabers had bounced off their scales. Ra’ziel had pushed him back with the Force, and now Krayt saw the Sithspawn King’s weakness.
Pride.
Darth Krayt appraised his opponent. His lightsabers powered down, he hung them on his back, the armour looping around them to hold them. “I have no need of equals, or weapons. Only pawns. I respond with power because it is power which will create Order. I already rule this galaxy. It is my dejarik board, and I have controlled it’s fate for years. Not like Palpatine or Caedus, but in enough ways.”
“You may not believe in the Rule of Two, but you desire power.” The Dark Lord pointed a finger at Ra’ziel, hissing. “You want an army, an Empire, to take part in. You are interested in our glory, not in restoring peace to the Galaxy. I am the ruler of the One Sith, and, Ra’ziel…”
At the last Krayt roared, pointing both hands and unleashing a storm of lightning. “I AM THE TRUE DARK LORD OF THE SITH!” The bolts erupted, crashing towards the trio of Sithspawn before him, he himself using the power of the Sith Temple to his own ends.
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IC: Grenda, enroute to Utapau
Grenda set the course while Marcus had a shower. She considered flicking on the camera’s and watched him shower, but she expected he’d take offence. The Twi’lek curled her lekku around her neck, and instead had something more important to deal with.
The little baby squealed, loudly, and Grenda scowled. She had never had a child, for this very reason, and now, low and behold, she had one. The child continued to scream, and Grenda poked it with a long finger. The creature grabbed it, and started suckling on it.
Grenda raised an eyebrow, entirely unamused. The hyper drive beeped, indicating they were arriving in-system, finally. Fett had slowed down considerably, and the hyper drive had been limited to a slow speed. It was nearly the end of the second year of the war, now, she reflected.
Tapping a button, Grenda saw them decant. Utapau was supposed to be under Confederacy rule, but she didn’t see anything to indicate that, only Utapaun Dreadnaughts and other ships under construction in orbit. She was sure the Confederacy had ordered such things stopped. Curious.
Rather than tap the comlink and call Marcus up, she simply switched on the camera to the shower, and grinned. That’d get him up quickly, and she’d get to eye up him.
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IC: General Halan, Song of War, Hapes system
“All ships, report in.”
“Hapan Pride, ready.”
“The Consortium, ready.”
“Allana’s Heart, ready.”
The reports continued to file in, dozens upon dozens of ships. Hapan Battle Dragons, filled to the brim with troop transports, fighter wings, and gravitic mines. Two fleets worth of Hapan Battle Dragons were prepared to launch, enough warships to overwhelm the Verpine fleet and anyone else that came to their aid.
Yinngle had received, courtesy of the Queen’s Intelligence service, that the Empire had declared war upon the Confederacy for attacking their soldiers in Confederacy space, and the Hapan’s had declared war upon the Verpine shortly after, accusing the Verpine of allying with the Confederacy on the flimsiest of pretexts. The Mutual Protection Pact declared war upon the Confederacy, Belarus-class cruisers and Venator-class Star Destroyers being prepared to strike.
But at what? The Pact was confused by the choice to attack Roche, the second strongest member of the Pact. The Empire had dispatched Imperial frigates to protect the Pact worlds from assault, as the Hapans had instead decided to attack the Verpine with everything they had. The Meridian Alliance, Commonality and Cassander Sectors found themselves gravitating towards the Empire.
They were minor entities, but the GA couldn’t afford to lose fourteen more sectors to the Empire. But, at the same time, they couldn’t afford to leave the Verpine in command of the Perlemian rimward. Mon Calamari’s fleet had been halved fighting the Mandalorians and rogue Imperials at Ossus, and retreated there.
The GA fleet at Tannab had retreated to Brentaal, concerned by the Imperial Fleet at Bilbringi, and the growing salient of worlds that had fell or were under attack from Arkania rimward down the Hydian Way.
Gar Stazi had abandoned his rimward actions, and the Corporate Sector fleet had been unleashed upon the commando squadrons harassing the Empire in the Yagai-Muunilinst-Kalee Triangle, crushing all enemies. Fleets marched on Orinda, more and more gathering. In the days after the Battle of Dathomir, the Empire seized whole swathes of Confederacy space, and the Pact worlds signed an accord with the Empire. Dozens of sectors joined the Empire or declared neutrality, and the Alliance became more imperilled every hour. Few Confederacy systems rejoined the GA after losing so many men and women at the Battle of Nubia, nearly six months ago now.
The Pact fleets started a slow gathering at Orinda with the new Imperial Third and Fourth Fleet‘s, the First at Bilbringi, and the Second at Bastion. Grand Admiral Veed, with the assistance of Darth Maladi, began gathering an armada at Orinda, more ships than the Empire had ever had or deployed.
Confidence in the Hapan strike at Roche was low. Very low. The Consortium’s actions seemed to have deftly dropped the balance in favour of the Imperials. Their Pact in ruin, Dathomir crushed, the GA collapsing, the Confederacy destroyed - the only rays of light in the Galaxy rang in the continued independence of the Hutts, Corellians and Bothans, a grouping with little friends in Consortium space.
The Hapan Queen was steadfast, determined to destroy the Verpine and hopefully cut short the terrible rogue Sith scheme that had split the Galaxy. As the last ships declared readiness, the Queen communicated with the flagship, Song of War, her hologram appearing.
“High Master Yinngle. I am saddened to report that High Master Jorgan has become MIA. We are unsure where he is, the GA suspect his body has been taken by the Imperials on Anaxes to feed the stories of his death, and one day crush any hopes we had that he has survived.”
“The Hapan fleet is at your command, Yinngle, they will obey all your orders, and do as you wish. Return victorious, and destroy these rogue Sith once and for all, Yinngle. The Empire may be winning the war for now, but the Sith were telling the truth - they’re decimated. Hapan Intelligence suggests there are two hundred on Roon, under siege and rapidly being killed, but less than a dozen fighting the war itself.”
The Queen uploaded that information. “Perhaps this will be of use for you one day.” The data told Yinngle that there was one Sith on Anaxes, one on Arkania, one on Bastion, one on Myrkr, three on Kel Dor, one on Null, and the one in Hapan Space - Darth Sieg. Nine Sith remained at large, accounted for, and Krayt was still missing. Ten at most, thus. Still, this data did not account for the Sith on Korriban - no data did, anyway. But with this information perhaps the GA could turn the war around.
But now was not the time. The Queen’s hologram vanished, and the handsome General Halan, commander of this armada, looked at the small Master. “Master Yinngle, any orders or words for the men before we launch?”
This was it.
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IC: Ryu Brightstar
Anaxes
Ryu nodded. He could feel the warmth of Jule's hand in his own. The small amount of heat brought him comfort.
"Firrerreon are more inclined to be Force-sensitive, than other species, yes. That doesn't necessarily mean I am myself, or that I am very inclined."
Or, that I would want to be trained to use the Force. Ryu added that to himself. He had seen more harm than good, done by the Jedi and Sith and Imperial Knights. He was reluctant for the Knight's response, but he was curious.
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IC: Darth Schleier
Dorin
Schleier angled his head toward the Sage. His face betrayed him, again. It showed confusion. The prophecy was cryptic. He couldn't make sense of it. Even with the light that Koon shed, Schleier drew a blank.
"How can I find a person without a name, or a past? What would suggest I do, Koon?"
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Knitos was a master at Djem So, and by the Padawan's attack, he could tell that Jor was not a true master of the form. Knitos met his lightsaber, briefly, then used Jor's push as leverage to pull him down, and then in the blink of an eye, Knitos amputated the young Padawan's hands, this was the move that Anakin used to "render Count Dooku helpless", Knitos had learned it from Darth Vader's holocron. Before Knitos could finish Jor, Rori and Ori reached him. Knitos unleashed the hell of triggersaber combat, Rori and Ori were forced to perform unusual maneuvers just to survive, Knitos kept them on the defensive. The Twi-Lek entered the battle, but failed to stop Knitos as well. The unfamiliar nature of the triggersaber proved too much.
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IC: Andre Hagan
Battle of Ord Canfre
“Of course I do, General. It could blow up an ISD. Is a kilometer-wide explosion enough for you? I was hoping I’d get to use it on something with you around. You never disappoint, General.”
“Let me guess, General, you have a plan to Imperials. As ever.”
“Hey, I brought a huge bomb with me, what else was he going to come up with? A fireworks display?”
“Knock it off, you two, or get a room. What’s the plan, General Hagan? Are we not to keep our appointment with the political shop?”
Andre smiled, "I am afraid our apointment with the 'shop' is going to be delayed. Boys I hope you brought your entrenching tools cause we're going to plant the galaxy's largest landmine in that grand army of the imperial's path. We are going to need to be quick if we want to pull this off before we get detected by the imps, so no time to call Atiyah. Are you with me?"
If his idea worked Andre could avoid the deaths of countless civilians that would have come about due to the nessecities of Atiyah's plan, hopefully they wouldn't be in too much trouble if they managed to survive pulling this off.
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MarcusDade
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IC: Dade Leviathan
Dade had finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair before he looked back up and jumped back slightly as he finished wiping the water from his eyes. Staring straight back at him, an utterly pleased smile upon her face was Grenda. Well obviously she either wants to get a good look while she can or she has absolutely no concept of the notion of privacy, he thought to himself as he slowly raised an eyebrow up at her. He wasn't going to complain, he'd had it happen before and frankly he couldn't blame her. He considered himself a decent specimen when it came to males, in all of the aspects. And he knew that he would measure up to the female Twi'lek's expectations in all of the ways, unless of course she like tall men. His height was slightly on the short size, being only about 1.7 meters tall. However, the rest of his body was not on the short. His muscles were toned through the many years of practice and he knew that the other ares, especially the ones he expected she was looking at, wouldn't disappoint either.
"See anything you like?" he asked nonchalantly, his eyebrow raised in a bemused fashion towards her image on the screen. "Next time, save the batteries and just walk in the 'fresher, why don't you?" he asked sarcastically as he finished rinsing the soap off of his body before turning towards the camera and exposing himself in full view. "Take a good look cause the next time you see me, I'm gonna be fully clothed," he said with a wry grin before switching the camera off and pulling a towel from the rack to dry himself off.
He emerged from the Fresher with his clothes fully cleaned and pressed. He had used the fresher to wash and dry them as well: a trick he learned a while before on Dagobah. He never exactly had the convenience of a a clothes washer. But now he would be able to make his true re-emergence into the galaxy without wearing clothes that looked like they were marinated in mud for the past year. They were now a brilliant blue and silver, looking much like the day he had them made. There were still cuts, mark and tears in various places. Simply washing your clothes didn't get rid of those. However, at least now he would look presentable.
He entered the cockpit and looked down at the small child apathetically. "When we're fully landed," he said, sitting down in the co-pilots chair and belting himself in, "Drop the child off at the closest orphanage. If there isn't an orphanage, I'm sure there's a couple who've never been able to have a child that would be happy to have one. We don't need a child where we're going. It will only get killed."
He saw no need to talk about her voyeur into his shower time, and frankly he figured if she wanted to say any more about it, she would do so. He wasn't unaccustomed to people seeing him naked. And frankly, after all the things he had been through, you tended to forget how to get embarrassed over such simple things. "How long until we touch down?" he inquired simply as he looked down upon the slowly enlarging planet that was ahead of them. As he asked so, he subtly toyed with the hilt of his lightsaber. He had noticed that it was a nervous habit he would do whenever he was anxious about something. Perhaps since he tried not to show his feelings outside, they were coming out in other facets.
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IC: Darth Ra'ziel
The sith spawn listened to the words of Darth Krayt and could fill the dark energies began to flow though the Dark Lord. Ra'ziel was no equal in the force compared to Krayt that much had learned but he also knew danger when he could feel it. Only a mere moment before the sith lord had unleashed his deadly sith storm upon the sith Spawn had Ra'ziel managed to act.
Releasing his own hatred at the Dark Lord Ra'ziel sent his own dark energies at the sith lord. The two bolts of energy collided with each other but it did not take long for Krayt to destroy Ra'ziels miger attempt of defending himself. Sith lightning coursed though his body the pain burned and seemed almost too much for the spawn. Trying to use the force was pointless but he had another way to defend himself. Activating the newly created lightsaber Ra'ziel slowly managed to bring the blade up enough to absorb the energies that came at him.
The crimson blade began to scoure the dark energies across the room. "You are a FOOOL" Shouted Ra'ziel as he slowly began to advance against the coming storm. Another bolt seared his hand but Ra'ziel refused to be defeated by a brainless bantha like Krayt.
"You may be able to defeat and rule the galaxy but you will not be able to hold it. Your weakness seems to be growing Krayt how much time do you think it will be till you fade away. If you die then all you worked for will be destroyed and your own | |