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MarcusDade Registered: Apr '06	Date Posted: 4/19 5:25pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	IC: Dade Dade was at least 80 percent sure that Fett was dead. However, he was also sure that if he found out the spineless worm was still alive, he would disect him a live and make him eat his own intestines for the annoyances he had put him through. Honestly, the man had turned out more to be a annoying little girl than a bounty hunter. Once again, Dade had run into a bounty hunter that was more annoying than an Ewok on spice. A certainly just as stupid. What had Fett been attempting when sabotaging their systems. What would he have done if Dade had beaten him? Clearly that bounty hunter wasn't the most powerful hydrospanner in the toolbox. Dade swore out loud as his brain raced to think of a solution. Finally coming to the only reasonable one, he physically tore the restraining belt off of himself and unbuckled Greda with the speed of a rabid nexu. Saying something under his breath was sounded something like how he hadn't done this since he was a Knight, He grabbed the child and pulled the Twi'lek by the Lekku, in an effort to forcibly pull her against him. While the situation was dire, he was amused at the thought of what the Twi'lek female must be thinking. However, as quickly as the humorous thought crossed his mind, it was gone. Slamming his fist against the button for the airlock he yelled a command towards the Twi'lek. "Whatever happens, don't let go of me!" he yelled at her over the roar of the air that seeped into the cabin as the airlock slowly slid open. He assumed that the Twi'lek knew what he was going to attempt, and he would have to admit that it was a last resort. But then again, he figured the survival chance of his plan was much less than getting blown up by a mine. And without another word, he pulled both the child and Greda tight to his chest in a vice-like grip as the air sucking through the air-lock, sucked them out of the ship quicker than an energy bolt being fired from a blaster rifle. Sure, he had done this many times before, but never from this height. But then again, with the force anything was possible. However, it was hard to concentrate when the ground was approaching you at almost 100 kilometers a second. Thus, he had about 9 seconds until his body crashed into the ground like a torpedo. That was very little time to prepare one's body for its protection, let alone the protection of other. Dade tried his best though, and as the ground swiftly neared with the speed of a speeding asteroid, Dade concentrated all of his energy forming a cocoon of force energy around all three lives that were hanging by a thread at that moment. KABOOM! The force energy exploded into the ground as his body was slammed into the earth like a falling boulder. He grunted in pain as he felt several ribs snap under the pressure, and he knew from the warm wet feeling across his forehead that he definitely had cracked his head open and probably had a concussion. However, the force energy had protected his body from the brunt of the damage, and thus all he had suffered were those minor injuries, including a broken arm and leg he believed by the pain that was emanating from both limbs. He could feel through the force however that the child and Greda were perfectly okay, as the force energy coupled with Dade's body had shielded them completely from the attack. Letting go of both of them, he turned over and coughed, spitting out the blood was caused from the initial hit. Looking down at his left leg, he sensed that he had only heavily bruised it. However, as he lifted his left arm up to check its damage, the forearm bone was sticking out, as it had clearly snapped in half and ripped through his skin because of the pressure on it. "Lovely," he said he used his right hand to force the bone back in place with a sharp yelp of pain. He then laid his head back on the soft earth where he was lying almost 5 feet beneath the initial earth because of the impact his force energy had made. "I need a bacta Tank," he said softly as he closed his eyes and tried to heal what he could with the force. Tag: Sinre -----signature----- Gosei and Senator of The Templars of Twilight I respect your empire. I do not bow to it. I bow to nothing and nothing bows to me. Order doesn't equal good, chaos doesn't equal evil. Your Rebellion only destroys more lives. Good job.
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SWBob Title: Yahtzee winner Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/26 1:42am Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	OOC: Sorry about the long wait but i am back to regular posting here. IC: Darth Idoneus “Clean that up.” Idoneus sneared at Arduer, letting his disapointment, in that she did not disobey his master, show. As she left the room he walked over to the desk and called in a cleaning droid. No need to dirty myself with peasent work.[i] Meeting back up with Arduer he lean against the wall and listened to her, [i]“What has Insipid asked us to do now? My only orders were to eliminate Saretti. The ship is now ours to use as we see fit though word of this will get back to Krayt and the Imperials. For now though, the Steadfast is under our control.” He shook his head, "You of all people should know that we are just the servents directed by the Master. We shall wait for our master to give us our instructions." He brought out a comlink and thumbed a button on the side. "Until that moment we shall hold our own." Looking out of the viewport he saw the Lucid Voice enter the system right on top of the Steadfast. Holding the comlink to his mouth he praised the person at the other end. "Ah, I see you have been practicing you Force perceptions and thinking of ways to pertain them to battle. Very good my apprentice. Now hit the branch with you stick and send our birds flying." A Provedence-Class Destroyer like the Steadfast held a complement of 240 droid fighter craft, all of wich had been modified to hold their own agaisnt modern fighters. As a fighter piulot himself he made sure that was the first modification done to his ship. While not superior in any peticular catagory, they wernt lacking in any either. And with five times the normal complement of a Pellaeon-Class Destroyer, they were more than enough to swarm the enemy into submision or destruction. Idoneus cared not which. Combined with the Steadfast's complement, they were a force to be recond with. Tag: Sey, GM IC: Bosa Nejeco Bosa saw the cloud of poison escape from the priest's finger. Unfortunatly for Bosa he had not brought his resperator. Taking a deep breath he charged forward. The Force granted it's users many gifts. For the ordain to the extraordinary. When dealing with most poisons a Master could filter it through his system and be no worse for wear. But with the Vong toxins, he was not sure if the Force would work to purify the toxin, that to the Force would be non-existant. So he used another power that he had learned. His large lungs filled with air, he started the force working on recycling the air in his lungs, making the most of each and every last molecule of oxygen and nitrogen. While he could not continue indefinetly, he hoped he could last long enough to catch the preist and make him answer some questions. By that time he hoped his smaller comnpanion would bring an extra rebreather. Using the Force to enhance his speed, his powerful legs thuded agaist the ground as he chaced after the Yuuzhan Vong. [i]If only this enemy was not a Vong. This one could just reach out and grab him.[i] Tag: GM(If you want me to catch him or pass out, your call. ) -----signature----- "There will be pages. Lots and lots of pages. Most of them will have letters on them, and a vast majority of those letters will be in the Roman alphabet" -Aaron Allston Minister of Internal Affairs and CoW Senator Sith Governer of the NJO Fan Club
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Rilwen_Shadowflame Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/26 4:10am Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	IC: Vander Lorren Vander headed into the hold, trusting in the fact that he did have body armour beneath the layers of untidy cloth. The merc who'd led him in took a shot and dropped. Vander raised his blaster, making a number of quick shots, set to stun. He was a good shot, and the women, though they were hiding, did have to expose themselves to shoot. A dozen dead Ortolans...a fair clue as to the number of weapons the women had. It would depend, too, on whether they'd looked after their blasters; if they hadn't, some of them should be running dry pretty soon. Nonchalantly, he stepped behind one of the Gammorreans, stepping out only very briefly and as little as possible, firing stun-shots at any of the women who popped up. Some of them were pretty bad with those weapons; shots going everywhere but where they were supposed to. Tag: Sinre IC: Cavan Shenn “Cavan, I assume? Athame. Assigned to assist you on killing Tessa Nuk. She’s at Anaxes, after all. Deep in Jedi territory.” Cavan looked the other man up and down appraisingly. "Infiltration, right?" he guessed. By the look of him, he was another like Cavan, taught how to sneak into places without revealing Sith connections. Charm, looks, cunning; these were the weapons of infiltrators. Athame certainly wasn't built like some of the more warlike members of the Sith. The Zeltron had seen them; huge, lumbering tanks of muscle and rage, chosen to hack their way through enemy lines. "Sure, then. Let's go have some fun." Cavan grinned, cheery at the prospect of his mission. * In order to stave off boredom during the hyperspace trip, Cavan had decided to suggest Athame join him in one of his favourite activities. The human had been a little disdainful, at first, but the Zeltron's enthusiasm was as infectious as ever, and Athame's interest seemed to have been caught. He was asking questions now. He was curious. He wanted to see more. Cavan was only too happy to oblige. He'd decided to give Athame copies of his favourite holotoons; he did seem to enjoy them, once he'd worked out that Cavan wasn't setting him up for any kind of mockery. The recordings of the holotoon shows had, at the very least, filled in time during the trip. * The Spiral Dancer emerged from hyperspace, cloaked to avoid being seen or detected. Cavan checked the readouts. According to the displays, his target was in the shuttle being fought over nearby. Both he and Athame were shielding themselves in the Force, since to do otherwise would be like ringing a bell for the Jedi. There was a sudden surge in the Force, and Cavan's smile faded as he realised who was on the planet below. There were just too many people at this party. "Any ideas?" he asked tightly. Tag: Athame -----signature----- Sith Master in the Acolytes of Darkness ~Sith Trials Lvl 9 Sith Warrior- Sith Assassin~ Count Dooku in the Sleepy Game "You're always combative. You could be saying "I love you, dearest!" and make it look like a threat/insult."-Jello
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R_Zion Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 4/26 9:41am Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	IC: Shado Vao Anaxes- Behind GA Lines The young Twi’lek cupped his hand onto his chin and thought briefly, his lekku twitching slightly. “We should infiltrate ahead of the main GA forces,” Shado finally spoke up. “We need to do it as covertly as possible; let them not know we are there until it is too late. We can lower their defenses and confuse their forces while the main Alliance force befalls them above ground, allowing them to attack en masse. With us from behind, our backup keeping any from escaping to the tunnels and the main force in the front, we should be able to box them in.” TAG: GM -----signature----- Playing as HK-47 in 'As Father and Son', An ESB AU RPG here on the forum, now looking for players: http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1
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Trimaj Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 4/27 11:18pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	OOC: sorry guys, haven't had a computer i could use since i last posted. will get something up tommorow, god willing. should have my computer back in the next two days as well, which will make things vastly easier. thanks for your patience. :snoopy -----signature----- Obi-wan. gets slapped I'm just a figiment of your imagination. Goof Troop Are We (HanSolo29, solojones)
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Darth_Sabith Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 4/28 6:02am Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	GM APPROVED Name: Zuriel (Sassin) Skywalker Rank/Level: 1 (Learner statues) Age: 17 Gender: Male Species: Echani/ Human Home world: Nar Shadaa Height: 5'8'' Weight: 135 lbs Build: Slim Hair: silver-white (very long) Eyes: Sea Blue Skin: Dark Tan Markings: Scars on back Clothing: Black tattered robes Weapons & Equipment: Wooden Staff Personal Ship: None Bio/History: Born to a poor family Zuriel was sold to a local crime boss to pay off some debts. Over the next 13 years Zuriel lived the life of a slave. Yet he was too clumsy for any significant jobs and spent most of his time cleaning the kitchens. Constantly beaten Zuriel learned to take blow and to endure pain that few could with stand. He also was forced to find and “acquire” his own food and drank to surive. Over the years the crime boss and his men gave Zuriel the nickname of Skywalker. To the boss and his mean this was a gag about the fact that Zuriel or Zuri as they sometimes called him was so clumsy that he would only be able to walk if he was thrown across the room. Yet to Zuriel this name held a higher importance for him as it was name he hoped to one day live up to. Never knowing his birth parents he always hoped that he could be like the Skywalker’s of legend. Zuri had never learned to fight but in his time as a slave he listened to the boss’s mean and learned the secrets to becoming a thief. One night when Zuriel was around the age of 13 a rival crime lord attacked his boss base. During the fighting Zuriel had managed to escape the carnage of that fight. Later he learns that his owner and everyone else within the base had been killed. Finally free from being a slave Zuri found that he now is force to live on the streets. Though Zuriel remained a bit clumsy he proved to be very talented as a thief. In fact as the months pasted he had decided he would try to change the outlook of everyone’s life by stealing from those who took from others and give back to the poor, hunger, and homeless of the world he lived on. Though he had stolen great amounts of wealth he had never kept any for himself. He took only what he need to survive and gave rest to those who where poor or had nothing to call their own. Over the next few years he slowly gained the renown as a true Skywalker of the people and though his name is spoken by the poor even the huts know of it. In the two weeks Zuri has discovered a bounty has been placed upon his head but unknown to the ones who placed the bounty the sith and jedi seek this new “Skywalker” for their own ends. IC: Revan Darkheart “Why? Because your Emperor has signed the alliance with us, my friend. We are friends, are we not? Are we not, I say, Imperial Knight?” The sith where as sly as snake. “Together, we can defeat the Alliance and save the galaxy…” The sith's mouth began to curl into a wicked smile as he continued to reply to Revan's question. “No?” There where lies in what spoke of but Revan still found himself weary to trust the sith. "My Emperor may not understand the sith as I was taught but I am no longer and Imperial Knight. What I am is little more then what I was and less then what I had been." It was true that Revan no longer knew where he stood. The darkness was slowly consuming him but he was not a dark jedi and nor was he a sith. Closing his eyes he pictured himself as something new a creature of darkness. Yet he would the darkness to bring peace to the galaxy and hopefull be able to bring light into the dark depths. "I am a creature unlike any before me, tell me sith what is the story of Darth Revan. I have heard what the republic knows but what about the sith. Why did he become one was it because he had fallen to the dark call or was it something more. Revan's thumb rested upon the lightsaber in his hand and though he might be slower he was already getting use to the artifical limbs. Their cold touch against his flesh still bothered him but in a few years or maybe even months things would change. He needed to learn to control the darkness within himself. It roared like a terrible beast that was stalking in the shadows of his heart. Hate remained in him and he recalled what that jedi had did. He hated the jedi but his hate was slowly fading but he refused to give up. Tag: Sinre -----signature----- HO http://boards.theforce.net/eu_community/b10194/27798245/p1 JFC http://boards.theforce.net/eu_community/b10194/4379448/p169 Shadow Lord of the BSFC, JSFC, and Hidden Orders http://z3.invisionfree.com/Sith_Happens_Council/index.php
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Sinrebirth Title: Hierarch and Chancellor of EUCity Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/1 12:52pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	GM OOC: Due to the approach of my exams, updates will grow even more lacking. I apologise for this, but I have no doubt I'll get sick of Law and come and do this at some point in the next few weeks. Thank you for persevering. I expect all posts to have been made by then, Trimaj. -----signature----- Darth Insipid - EUC Sith Emperor Bow to Me! Single adherent of the Kueller = Palpatine theory The First Star Wars Canon Apologist
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Kev-Mas_Colcha Registered: Dec '02	Date Posted: 5/4 10:55pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	IC :: Kev-Mas Colcha “Kev? Whats the status of the fleet?” "We currently have the upper hand, but casualties amounts are growing ever so higher, and I don't know how much longer we can hold them off. Also, it was requested that me and a team of Twilight Jedi storm the Pellaeon-class of theirs that we recently disabled. However, I am holding off on that, until we get a good enough team ready. I feel that going immediately would prove to be a mistake." Just then, he received a sharp sensation in his head, and recognized it as a blatantly obvious force signature - coming from the planet's surface. Either a Twilight Jedi had arrived unannounced, or more likely, a Sith had somehow made it on the planet's surface. Either way, it could spell trouble for them if he didn't go to investigate. "Did you feel that, Vincent? I think another force user is on the planet, and I sure do hope its not a Sith." He then informed the crew of the situation, and asked a crewman to prepare a troop transport for a trip to the surface. Later... Having just barely escaped from the firefight, Kev-Mas finally maneuvered the transport through the atmosphere of Utapau, following the force signature he had sensed earlier. As he approached the location, the signature started to fade. Apparently, whatever was making the signature was capable of hiding it as well. TAG :: Kahn, Dade (if that's okay with Sinre, I want to get this going a bit faster) OOC :: Yes, I am back. I hope I didn't outstep my boundaries with this post, Sinre. -----signature----- Kage Umbris of the Templars of Twilight http://templeoftheforce.co.cc \m/ Proud Metal Warrior \m/ http://boards.theforce.net/your_jedi_council_community/b10008/28594864/p1
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Sinrebirth Title: Hierarch and Chancellor of EUCity Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/9 12:45pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	OOC: Perfectly fine, Kev. Dade, off you go to Kev. I shall be posting little bits up over the weekend, as next week is exam week for me, which shall be hectic to say the least. However, I'd like to welcome Mitth back to the game! IC: Kunra, Baanu Ras, Battle of Bilbringi And so, it was over. As the Domain Lah smashed into the Eternal Blade, Kunra, leader of the Extolled Ones, felt victory at his hands. The Emperor would die, and the Empire would collapse. The SSD, double the size of the worldship, nonetheless went down in flames, it’s death barrages shattering the remaining Carrack-class cruisers and raining destruction on the much larger Baanu Ras. The Imperial fleet, damaged, battered, but more than half of it active, opened fire. Kunra went to accept the Gods, when a lieutenant spoke up. “An escape pod detached from the bridge just before the hit, Yu-Shaa, the Yammosk detects the Force in it’s occupants.” Kunra hissed. “The Emperor has escaped” “Yes sir.” “Have our weapons open fire. Kill him.” This was still a major victory for the Yuuzhan Vong, but the few weapons on the worldship – barely enough to engage a PSD – would struggle to hit a tiny escape pod in a field of debris. “Prepped, sir.” “Fire.” --- The small escape pod, modified for his Imperial Majesty to include a hyperdrive and stealth plating, was only illuminated by the internal lighting of the vessel. As the Eternal Blade died a fiery death, Admiral Valan of the Apex communicated with the pod. “Your Majesty, we are enroute to assist. I’ve directed our Predators to assist you, but the debris is going to cause them problems.” With Antares Draco at the controls, the Emperor and his apprentice would be lapped by the Force, crying out at the death of a hundred of their fellow Imperial Knights with the flagship, and the tens of thousands of loyal Imperial officers. In the Force, beside that, was the palpable shock of the Imperial Navy, ten Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers in varying states of damage. The last of the enemy coralskippers and TIE Fighters were being hunted down, though that battle was more balanced even with the loss of almost every capital ship. As long as there was that worldship, the TIE fighter pilots of the Grand Imperial Union would keep fighting. As long as they had breath in their bodies, those Yuuzhan Vong pilots would fight. As plasma boiled towards the nimble little pod, there was the droid pilot, T-D, going through cycled commands, droid evasive actions that were predictable and liable to get them killed. With the hyperdrive inoperable due to the massive worldships gravitic mass, the only actual element worth operating was the controls – which would override the autopilot. “Your Majesty, Master Draco, are you alive?” TAG: Li, Mitth --- IC: Chak, Nar Shardaa Chak was a Wookie on a mission. As bolts burnt into the ground, he raised his bowcaster and popped a quarrel through the ancient Chariot’s fronts and watched it explode. Speeder bikes peeled about, firing, and Chak made out the Black Sun insignia, once more. Since the escape of Marcus, some kind of Jedi, from their clutches, the Vigo’s had been drumming out bounties to correct the malaise. An outright crime war was brewing on the Hutt Smuggler’s Moon, but with the majority of the Hutt’s looking outside, elsewhere, to the newly conquered systems like Kessel, Kashyyyk, Telti and the Stenness systems, a dead moon was hardly their worry. Chak, meanwhile, had been hired by the Sith – something he was hardly happy about – and he and Kee, his partner, had been looking for a man by the name of ‘Skywalker’. With histories unclear as to the dynasty, the Sith had been made aware of this ‘Zuri’ by his old owners, whom themselves had noticed the astonishing bounty on Kol Skywalker. And, so, the Wookie and Devaronian had started searching on the Smuggler’s Moon, and came to the area which had been robbed the most. Chak watched a bolt hit a building, pulling down a piece of metal on some civilians, and settled in the shadows, gurgling at Kee. [We wait. Potshots at Black Sun are fun, but remember what we’re here for]. “A real Skywalker, you say?” [Apparently so]. “Why we waiting, then?” [Because were there are civilians, a Skywalker has to come and save them. And Black Sun is here to get protection. He’ll surface.] “Chak, is this what you had me slice into Black Sun’s computers?” “Exactly so.” As the Wookie watched, more of the building came down on the three Rodians, one a child, and saw them cowering. It wouldn’t be long before the entire thing came down on them. Come on, Skywalker. TAG: Sabith -----signature----- Darth Insipid - EUC Sith Emperor Bow to Me! Single adherent of the Kueller = Palpatine theory The First Star Wars Canon Apologist
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CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 5/9 1:06pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War - Date Edited: 5/9 1:09pm (1 edits total) Edited By: CmdrMitthrawnuruodo
	Tis good to be back. I've missed quite a bit so forgive me if I get some events wrong. Antares Draco Escape Pod Antares gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore the thousands of deaths of fellow comrades as the Eternal Blade was being destroyed. He held onto the console he was at and took several breathes, cycling through the meditative techniques that would help him cope with the magnitude of death that he felt through the Force. "We're alive," he breathed into the comm as his fisted hand hit the button to reply and refocused his vision on the controls. He could feel the Emperor next to him, his life force still with them both so he knew. Antares retook control of the escape pod from the autopilot, now aware of the danger to them as plasma fired around them pitifully. He could still feel people dying all around them, it was plain as day to him through the Force and it took all his effort to concentrate on his flying. "Master?" the Imperial Knight stole a glance at his Emperor. TAG: Li, Sinre Hmm... must find character sheet rummages through thread -----signature----- "Dyin' be the day worth livin' for!" --Captain Hector Barbossa PotC: Amuletum Angiti http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3635826/1/ http://s12.gladiatus.com/game/c.php?uid=48046
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Sinrebirth Title: Hierarch and Chancellor of EUCity Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/11 1:23pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War - Date Edited: 5/11 1:24pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	IC: Canistia, Battle of Roon The Dark Jedi span his ship as his followers mostly dissolved into the Force Storm, the Imperial Knights gunning forward. The Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer at the centre of the formation rolled towards them, following the storm as it vanished, darting elsewhere to drive back the GA fleet and armies. A bevy of Predators arched up - seventeen - escorted by a trio of Sith-piloted Fury-class fighters. Canistia found himself looking for Darth Alastor, his presence linked to Canistia's thanks to the Sith amulets they shared. The PSD itself, perhaps 3km long and pockmarked with torpedo detonations, fired a wave of turbolaser to either side of the eight remaining fighters - six Imperial Knights, Canistia, and Alastor - while the twenty Sith and Imperial ships focused their efforts on the fighters in their brackets. The dark side of the Force was powerful, here, and he pushed himself to communicate with Alastor. We need a distracion, Alastor. An Imperial Knight flared out as he tried to escape the fire of the PSD, and it became apparent, as he vanished into flames, that there were Sith co-ordinating the fire of the capital ship. Seven left. Twenty opponents, the PSD, and, of course, Roon and a planet full of Sith led by a demi-God. It was a great day, the Cathar Dark Jedi Master swore, firing his weapons at one of the shielded Predators. TAG: Kahn -----signature----- Darth Insipid - EUC Sith Emperor Bow to Me! Single adherent of the Kueller = Palpatine theory The First Star Wars Canon Apologist
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 5/11 2:25pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	IC: Alastor, over Roon Alastor spun the Blue Star to the left avoiding a volley fire from the PSD, A distraction? I believe I can give you a few. As many times before Alastor activated its Electronic Countermeasures, unlike before though, Alastor added something to it. The Sith Amulet though broken, had easily doubled his already formidable power. Focusing in part of his mind, Alastor began using Force Illusion. Not only did a Dozen sensor echoes of the Blue Star appear in the Battle area, but illusions, visual representations, through the force appeared. Most, if not all combatants in the area would see them, and would probably break to engage. Alastor began dividing his attention, between the Illusions and combat, and Alastor, ever ambitious, targeted the PSD. The three powerful Granitic Drives accelerated the small ship to its maximum speed. Inertial Dampers strained, but Alastor still felt the powerful G's against his body. The ship maneuvered towards the nose of the PSD. The nose of the Blue Star began to glow an angry green as she prepared the most destructive thing she was capable of, a Concentrated Fire of its Pulsed Plasma Cannon. The Blue Star weaved in and out of the defensive fire of the Star Destroyer. once she had made it about one third of the length the Concentrated beam of Plasma raked up about a kilometer of the PSD's hull, impacting its already strained shields. When the Cannon overheated and shut off Alastor pulled back hard and the Blue Star accelerated upwards away from PSD. Tag: Sinre -----signature----- Kage Luminis of the Templars of Twilight Every broken enemy will know That their opponent had to be invincible Take a last look around while you're alive I'm an indestructible master of war!
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Sinrebirth Title: Hierarch and Chancellor of EUCity Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/12 8:27am Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War - Date Edited: 5/12 8:28am (1 edits total) Edited By: Sinrebirth
	IC: Darth Kruhl, Battle of Anaxes "I am a creature unlike any before me, tell me sith what is the story of Darth Revan. I have heard what the republic knows but what about the Sith. Why did he become one was it because he had fallen to the dark call or was it something more.” Darth Kruhl smiled, softly. “Didn’t you know? The Jedi have a Holocron. The Telos Holocron. It’s gatekeeper is Darth Sidious, Revan. The Grandmaster carries it on him, actually.” The Sith Lord deactivated his blade, and began leading the way to where Kol Skywalker was – or would be, Darth Kruhl had concluded – and looked back over his shoulder. “The Telos Holocron includes the scriptures of Darth Revan. Skywalker will not give it to you, young one. Surely you should… take it?” “You are not an Imperial Knight any longer. You are not bound by the rules of this war. If you want to find your answers – the true answers – then surely you should ask the Jedi yourself?” --- In orbit, opposite side of Anaxes The stars parted, and a ship emerged. Black as night, a Fury-class fighter. The Force parted, and a darkness emerged. Lord Krayt had come to Anaxes. Stalled by Ra’ziel, but not defeated, and possessing the Sith Holocrons of Darth Bane and Darth Nihilus, the Dark Lord of the Sith was on his way to recover the last of the Sith Holcrons he had lost almost a century ago. These delays – Darth Insipid’s betrayal, Yu’Dor’s scheming, the horrendous battle at Roon, Ra’ziel and his efforts – were negligible, but when the Dark Lord of the Sith was dying every second, these delays were costing Darth Krayt in the only commodity he didn’t have vast amounts of. Time. And so, as he dove beneath GA sensors and swept towards the twin lights that were the darkness of Darth Andeddu and the awesome power of Kol Skywalker, Darth Krayt reached out into the Force and made it buckle with his own darkness. It touched all with the Force. --- Behind GA Lines “We need to do it as covertly as possible; let them not know we are there until it is too late. We can lower their defenses and confuse their forces while the main Alliance force befalls them above ground, allowing them to attack en masse. With us from behind, our backup keeping any from escaping to the tunnels and the main force in the front, we should be able to box them in.” Kol Skywalker nodded at his Padawan. “Agreed. We shall start immediately.” One of the commanders spoke up, petulant for a moment. “If the Imperials attack while you’re scouting, do we have the authority to attack while you’re absent? I doubt comlinks or sensors will pierce the actual tunnel – it hasn’t turned up on sensors.” Kol nodded. “Do whatever you must to defend yourselves. If the Nightsisters pierce the atmosphere, though, you must retreat until more Jedi arrive. They will be beyond GA forces.” “Come, Shado. We need to prepare.” In the half an hour which followed, six GA commandos, outfitted with flechette launchers, shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, all manner of grenades, explosives, knifes and personal armour, beside the tunnel entrance behind GA lines. Kol ignited his lightsaber, and took a deep breath. Behind the chaos, behind the darkness of the Nightsisters, was the Force, and it was his ally. He hoped Shado would be doing the same – this was the calm before the storm. “May the Force be with us all.” He popped the tunnel, and leapt down, as Darth Krayt made himself known, the dark side filling the Force with murk and fear – the Dark Lord of the Sith was on Anaxes. --- Imperial lines “Can we assume that this link has not already been tainted by GA latency? What guarantee have we that an ambush does not lie waiting in our stead?” A commander spoke up, to all three of the leaders that were making up the triumvirate of the Imperial resistance – Sagitta, Brightstar, Ors – and leaned on the planning table with his hands. “We believe we can assume that. It’s not on a single GA map we can find, and it’s clear that it’s shielded against external sensors. If our government couldn’t detect it, and didn’t record it, I don’t see how they could discover it.” Jule folded her arms. “So we’re assuming.” The commander bit a comment down, and nodded. “Yes.” “But it’s our best shot.” “Definitely.” Jule sighed. “Looks like we’re taking the tunnel.” “We’re mobilising the army to strike in half an hour, regardless. Skirmishers are already acting on their own initiative, and we need to regain control. This isn’t an army in the logical sense, even with the Imperial support from the Knights,” chimed in another. Jule nodded. “Give us six of your best, and we’ll take the attack to the GA once. Nobody bombards my home and gets away with it.” Then the Force boiled with darkness, and Sagitta and Ryu knew that Darth Krayt was here. The Sith Holocron withdrew, concealing it’s presence as best it could. The Dark Lord would be on his way. --- In orbit, abandoned and terrifying GA cruiser "You need to be FINSIHED!" The dual-minded Sith parted it’s mouth, one side sagging in fear, the other in anticipation, and wheeled away, it’s blade skittering on the bulkhead, the Force abilities of two spirits moving the body at double the speed otherwise. With a flare of the damaged arm – moved with the Force – a hammer smashed into the Jedi Master’s face. Ratep Sentarin would take the blow a moment before he detected Darth Krayt, and the Force would grow murky simply because of that. --- In orbit The GA force was tying a net around the Confederacy DSD, itself aflame as it retaliated with barrages of fire. It’s long-range weapons were still out of range, and the Nightsisters were fending off the majority of the starfighters. Master Sazen clicked his comlink and wheeled off, closing his s-foils and gaining speed. Cade led his squadron against a concentration of Nightsister shuttles, GA skill against the dark side. As Cutlass squadron regrouped, four shuttles moved forward from the cordon, lightly armed but crewed to the teeth with Nightsisters. Even Tarpilan, as witty as he was, sounded concerned as two made their way towards Monia and the Admiral. “Here they come!” TAG: Nick, Bojangles, Sabith, R_Zion, sprintabm, Cem_Fel, Nick --- IC: Darth Atavus, Battle of Roon The Sphere Five Jedi dominated the Dark Lord of Roon, but this was simply a trap. Laughing when he sought to scream against the dark side nibbling at the soul, Atavus could only led them loose, unleash their truth. In the thick of the fight, the Dark Lord focused his darkness. Kira saw the visage of Darth replaced by Sae, and flinched, plunging her blade into the Jedi. Quin cried out, his psychometry suddenly allowing him to access the darkest memories attached to Quinlan Vos' blade. Those of obsession, those of darkness, of the wish to kill the Sith. He dropped his blade, and Atavus hit him with a bolt of lightning. Simultaneously, all the fear that had been building up in Kai, concealed beneath his wit and humour, boiled over. He had at been at Kiffu, and seen a world nearly die. He had been at Kiffu, and saw his friend Tenk lose an eye. He had been a Kiffu, and hadn't seen any of those who had landed beside him to chase Antares Draco, all those months ago. He flinched, and then screamed out, as Atavus removed a chunk from his shoulder in a blur, before Kira cried out in tears as she realised that Sae was the one on her blade. They muttered the words that mattered, the lost words, and Kira could only stand, staring into the eyes of the man she had just killed. The darkness whirling around him, Darth Atavus found no purchase against Aru'wn's personality, against his grim determination, and welled up all the power of Roon to snuff his life out like a candle. His attention was diverted, into orbit, to the two incredibly power Force users that were drawing the Imperials eyes, and he thrust out with the Force, even as he whirled away, twin lightsabers casting flames on the spherical walls. "Give up, Aru'wn. Your friends have collapsed. My power is far beyond theirs." In the Force, those two Force powerhouses - stinking of the dark side but artificially, and even then their power was simply that of Aru'wn's since his recovery - and others pushed forward. Atavus would be distracted for long and fatal moments. This was nearly over. One slip, and everything will fall, Aru'wn Luke Skywalker, the man who knew this wasn't the true Sith homeworld, knew that, even with that fact, Atavus was the most dangerous Sith in the entire galaxy. With Roon as his power source, he could dominate the Galactic Alliance, the Empire, and beyond... Endgame. --- In orbit A moment after the PSD's shields went down, collapsing moments after Alastor's shot hit. Then, darkness, a dozen times more potent than Canistia or Alastor, rose up, and Canistia vanished into debris. A moment passed, and so, too, did Pulsed Plasma Cannon, which shattered. "Atavus is looking at us!" called out one of the Imperial Knights, moments before Alastor himself was assailed with the might of all of Roon in one effort. The Force storms faded, and the entire Imperial fighter force scattered, finding the battered but still intact GA fleet and army pushing forward into the breach. Atavus would have to raise the Force storm again, yes, soon, but how soon was unknown. Alastor had to survive. His illusions were distracting the Predators and PSD, yes, but the two were not compatible, even as Imperial Knights strained against the same power of Atavus, him diversifying his attention and hoping to kill as many of them off as possible before he was forced to focus on the GA. As dozens of Sith, hundreds of Stormtroopers, and scores of Predators and Fury-class starfighters flared out, Alastor only had to bear a few seconds, and it would be over. Darth Insipid fluttered into the Blue Star, beside Alastor, offering no assistance - there was little he could. "Anger, Alastor. Only the most purest rage will save you. Give yourself to the dark side. Fully!" TAG: Kahn, Aru'wn Bonadon -----signature----- Darth Insipid - EUC Sith Emperor Bow to Me! Single adherent of the Kueller = Palpatine theory The First Star Wars Canon Apologist
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Sinrebirth Title: Hierarch and Chancellor of EUCity Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 5/12 10:35am Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	GM OOC: 'Darth' is supposed to be 'Darth Zorn' -----signature----- Darth Insipid - EUC Sith Emperor Bow to Me! Single adherent of the Kueller = Palpatine theory The First Star Wars Canon Apologist
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DARTH-bojangles Registered: May '05	Date Posted: 5/12 2:28pm Subject: RE: 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - The Force War
	The Battle of Anaxes, In Orbit IC as Admiral Gar Stazi and fellow pilots His red eyes grew wide as four Nightsister shuttles peeled off from the shell formation around the Defender-class Star Destroyer. Tarpilan announced a pair of the shuttles were vectoring on their half of Cutlass squadron while Stazi ordered them to break away. Monia stayed her Crossfire at Gar's wing as they both broke hard right. Flaming cannon fire lit the space where his fighter had been a second earlier, but three other pilots had not been so lucky. The Admiral saw the brilliant blaze of their destruction reflect in his cockipit's canopy. He dared not glimpse back with the feeling of loss pulling at him. The enemy shuttles themselves had no hope of keeping up with any of the careening Crossfires, but what they lacked in speed was certainly gained in firepower. Tarpilan's starfighter lost the section around his port engine as a testament to what the Nightsisters were throwing out at the Alliance forces. "Seven..." it was Monia's voice, "Are you there, Seven?" Tarpilan grit his teeth as his head was slammed back into the pilot's chair before he could respond. The bright points of stars in front of his eyes started spinning on what seemed like multiple axi. At the control panel his inertial compensator's readings were steadily dwindling like a staunch bleed. The g-force of his spin was rapidly compressing his entire body and what's worse, all the oxygen out of his lungs. If Tarpilan didn't do something fast, the loss of his port engine and swarming Nightsister shuttles would be the least of his problems... ... "Seven... Are you there, Seven?" Monia slammed her control stick back in just as much panic as frustration sending her into a sharp climb in response to the heavy amount of fire pouring from their pursuing shuttle. Her mind had been split between shaking pursuit and trying to reach Tarpilan's spinning fighter, but her near fatal lapse had made the shuttle her current priority. The shuttle behind her had no idea what was coming either when Stazi rounded his craft from the opposite direction to score a half dozen red blasts on the stern. It's rear shields shuttered and buckled under the assault. Past seconds had been frantic at best and chaotic at worst since the scattered squadron had been trying to muster a coordinated reaction at their duo of shuttles. The only response so far had been the bait and switch Monia had pulled to allow her Admiral a strafing run at one of the enemy. However, now the Force Sensitive witches trained their focus on Gar's fleeing craft dislodging the bottom tip of Crossfire's forward wing. His fighter was dancing nimbly between volleys of fire from the shuttle as Monia saw in the distance the enemy's plan unfolding. The first shuttle was running Stazi's craft into the fire of the second where he would be hopelessly obliterated while the rest of the GA squadron was picked off. Monia on the contrary had another card to play still. She was calling upon a friend from the Sabertooth-class frigate The Prowler, "Pazarah, the Admiral is in trouble. Blast those shuttles to slag." "Negative, Cutlass three." Pazarah's words thumped like a nail in Stazi's proverbial coffin. "We can't get a firing solution on either pair of shuttles because we're hemmed down here with seven more of them." Monia's gasp stopped in her own throat as lances of superheated light from the Nightsisters took Gar's shields. Even the maneuvering of Stazi's craft became disjointed with the loss of his lower stabilizer wing. It was only a matter of time until he wandered into a blast from either shuttle. Until a welcomed voice quipped over the squadron channel, "I leave the lot of you alone for two seconds and look at this!" Monia registered it at Tarpilan's words, "Prowler, I'm sending you my targeting data as well as Three and Lead." The rest didn't even have to be spoken as a chorus of double-clicks sounded in acknowledgment followed by a hail of proton torpedoes buried themselves into both shuttles showering flame and bodies into the cold of vacuum. Gar's voice broke the cheers, "Glad to have you back Seven. Put yourself down for a commendation." Tarpilan smugly chuckled, "Already have enough Admiral. I use them for 'fresher paper now." The other half of the squadron brought aid to the Prowler and secured the area around the Heavy Hand, while Gar pointed himself and Cutlasses three and seven at the holes in the shell around the DSD. TAG:SINRE OCC: Roon post in a lil bit -----signature----- GO SAINTS GO!!! Infant Son of Dubya Scott~member of the 'StarWars 007 Style!' family 1st Graduate of the Imperial Hammer School of RPing "Tarfang Shot First." ~Han Solo
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