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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 10/30 11:06pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Muri Mikaru Taris, Upper City Space Port "Forty?" Han asked, followed by a whistle that seemed to make clear his astonishment, "Space gotta be tight. How do you manage long hauls through hyperspace?" Muri raised an eyebrow and turned to see if Han was looking at the right ship, then it struck him. It wasn't the ships size, it was the ships crew. Of course he'd have to be curious about how a ship holding 40 people who's culture's favored past time was honing their fighting skills. Of course not many non Echan understood that they didn't just fight willy nilly, it meant something, but he couldn't fault Solo for that. "Simple." Muri said, "Sahara-class Bulk Cruisers, class was first put out sometime over a century ago. Not that you really could tell she's one, they don't make them anymore, two, well." He gestured with his hands at the ship, "As you can see, she's had extensive makeovers over the years. If you were to put her next to a stock Sahara you'd only be able to tell they were related by the engine housings. But anyway I'm starting to ramble. The ships standard crew is around a hundred and eighty." "We run with the minimum of forty two, cause lets face it if you can find 180 people who are willing to stand and fight against the empire in a bulk cruiser like this you've probably just visited a mental institution for a good number of them. Not many people are as willing to go out for glory as the Echani or Mandalorians do, and not many Echani are really willing to be smugglers. Rather be bodyguards or 'poets' and what have you. But anyway, with forty two people, there's a lot of unused space. So we converted some of the crew quarters on deck six into sparing rooms, and game rooms. Even have our own Machine shop, which I'll admit, we use mostly to sharpen blades and tune blasters. The end result though, is the ability to keep 40 'warrior people' occupied without 'em getting antsy." For all his rambling though Solo either didn't notice, or more likely, took it all in but thought it best to move things right along. Again, Shoot First mentality leads to this sort of thing. "Anyway, that's it. That's all I needed to hear. How 'bout we find a nice, quiet place to sit down and relax...maybe have a drink or two and I can give you all the fine details." with a grin he clapped Lando on the back, "That sound like a plan to you, buddy?" And to this Lando grinned, Muri knew that grin, it was knowing the man, not knowing how to read people that let him know exactly what the Car Shark was thinking. "I haven't had a chance to check out which of the local taps do a decent Shofixti Fizz," he started as the three made their way into the crowd and farther into the space port. "Always heard it was a specialty of Taris. See, I was on this run back to Nar Shaddaa..." Oh joy Muri thought, sarcasm flooding his thoughts, a Story! But this was the sorta thing you sat through with Lando, so you could get him into a game of Sabacc, and from there, if you played your cards right and had the skill, into his credits. So Muri grinned, "Nar Shaddaa you say? Do tell..." Tag: Saint, Solo, & Matt? -----signature----- "Might have been the losing side, still not convinced it was the wrong one." - - Not all heroes are pure
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 10/31 1:20pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	OOC: This is a combined post with LordTroepfchen, the resurrector of Emperor Palpatine. Enjoy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kir Kanos & Darth Sidious Prakith, Throne Room Being summoned by one's Emperor, summoned to his presence was no small thing. Many would believe this feeling of greatness to be because merely a short time ago the Emperor had been dead, but nothing could be farther from the truth. It was because he was the Emperor Palpatine, always had been and always would be of his mind, spirit, and heart. So as one could likely fill in the dots, it was because he was being requested into the presence of someone that he idolized more than life itself, not because of any decency or purity, but because of who and what he was. An Evil being from the deepest levels of hell to the highest planes of existence from which an Angelic being might come, Palpatine was both and oh so much more. These feelings, mingled by deep troughs of the glistening tarnished jewels and poodoo of a life recently spent as a bounty hunter, where foremost on his mind as he stepped through that door. Stepped into the same room as the Emperor, into a room that held only the Emperor. Dropping to his knees barely beyond that door, he bowed fully to his Emperor, body still unhindered by any protection as he wore the garments and likeness of Dru. Only his eyes shone unimpeded by anything beyond their own lids as he knelt there, both hands pressed firmly to the ground with enough force and weight behind them to cause his own wrists to ache. But all of this was nothing to one that knelt alone in the presence of the Emperor, for there was nothing else but the Emperor now. The Emperor felt the man´s feverish loyalty. His presence was strong in the force. Yet, he did not speak immediately, but instead pierced the man with his eyes. Looking for what only he could see. The subtle ripples in the force, that hinted this man´s fate. Pleased, he leaned back and his left hand left the console on the arm-chair, turned and moved up, accompanied by a command radiating authority and generosity alike. "Rise, Kir Kanos." He hissed out and smiled. And a smile played around his lips. As youthful as he was in appearance, the Emperor´s gestures where the ones he had used as an ancient ruler still. And while his features slowly began to resemble those of a Senator from Naboo a long time ago, his behavior was undoubtable that of the Ruler of the Galaxy. "You seem to have many masks, my friends. Some of them rather . . ." The Emperor leaned forward, his yellowish eyes seemed to glow dimly beneath his hood. ". . . unexpected." Then he did something unexpected. He removed his hood. His face seen without for the first time by an Royal Guard and with a nod Kir Kanos saw the giant shapes of creatures easily mistaken as statures withdraw into the Shadows. These new guards were tall and with red glowing eyes. Yet, the Emperor made a gesture for Kir Kanos to walk with him and said words never before heard by any Royal Guard before. Kanos could feel his own heart beat within his chest, disbelief and joy competing for the foreground of his emotional state. For for the first time he had gazed fully upon his Emperors face without any shadows, and it was, it was good. Rising he followed the commands given to him, he would do whatever the Emperor said at this point, even stab his own heart if the Emperor willed it. At this point, not even death held any shadows to fear, and life no task important enough not to flee, after all the funds were already waiting, his debts of outer life fading slightly into the miasma of a past. "Walk with me, Kanos. We have much to talk about." The Emperor had read Pestage´s report on Kanos. What they had been able to puzzle together was . . . surprising. He had been hiding as a Bounty Hunter, one who had almost delivered the leadership of the Rebellion to Skywalker. If rumors were true among them an old Whipid. One, the Emperor suspected, even he had to admit was hard to kill apparently. The Emperor stepped to the great window behind his Throne, which became transparent immediately. "This is a time of great change, Kanos. And even an Emperor needs those more than servants in such times." He mused. And they watched the transports take off. Troops transported into the safety of the Death Star above or to places were they would face Vader. Somewhere beneath Asajj Ventress, the Pale General - they already called her - ordered her troops around. She would be surprised how much they were like Battledroids, the Emperor assumed. Ships prepared. The Inquisitorium´s apprentices were brought away from the planet that would soon become a cauldron of this conflict. "I have many promising disciples. But non of them has come even close to what you, my loyal guardsman, have achieved. Adopting to the galaxy in my absence, developing. Growing. Surpassing your own limitations." He smiled, now appearing much more like a Supreme Chancellor than an Emperor. The Royal Guards had seen these changes countless times before. The Emperor had too many sides for one face to serve him. His mind went abashedly flush beneath the mask, something he was glad for at the moment even though he knew it hid nothing from his Emperor. "I have not changed that much my Emperor." Feeling a trickle of fear lightly pass across him he wondered, had he changed too much? Had he gone too far? Was he no longer fit to serve and die for his Emperor, if so no worse fate even in the sixth level of Corellian hell could be made worse then such a fate to be useless to his Emperor. "That, Kanos, is for me to decide." He said and seemed to become an Emperor again. "With my victory over death my need for protection has dwarved. As your skills have outgrown such an honorable, but limited service. You, Kir Kanos, faced the Dark Side of the Force here on Prakith. And yet, those you faced were more powerful than you are. They did not deserve this power. You do." And his eyes turned on Kanos like a threat had been spoken out, underlining the gravity of the Emperor´s statement. "Are you willing to become a part of the very thing you have sworn to protect? The New Order? The Eternal Order, Kir Kanos?" The Emperor spoke these words as if he accused him of not being ready. Spitting them out, suddenly an Emperor again. He could feel the change, both in the Emperor and in his once more reeling mind as it took in what the Emperor was saying to him. His heart beat harder, the sound echoing in his ears, "I am willing. May I succeed to your glory or die trying for you my Emperor." "Then kneel for a last time as my Servant." The Emperor hissed and as Kir Kanos slided to his knees, a wave of the Emperor´s hands forcefully removed the mask on his face. His hand reached out. Stopping a milimeter before Kanos face. Then pointing his indexfinger at his forehead and a burning pain filled Kanos head. "and you shall rise as your Emperor´s Hand." Darth Sidious smiled down on his newest slave, pulling his hood deep into his face again, as the cold burn of the Dark Side marked this man as his. Soon, he would begin his training. And Kanos would serve him well. Regarding his origin, that was not surprising. Tag: BobaMatt (to update us into the Ruusan Mission) -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 10/31 2:47pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	OOC: Working with Sinre on the logistics of the beginning of the Ruusan campaign. In the meantime, the Rebels and Mandos should consider the implications of Taris' connectedness to the rest of the galaxy - it being an ecumenopolis - when the parade/crazy Palpatine message came through. -----signature----- DUNE - Chronicles of the Imperium RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/29433346/p1/?11 As Father and Son (An AU RP) http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10 Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds.
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 GM & RPF Summer Champion Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 10/31 4:02pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	ooc: Don´t get it in Arbra, I am afraid. K´Kruhk Arbra He had expected there would be questions. And it was very typical for his apprentice to get the first one out . . . and hitting the most difficult one. "I ... suppose I don't understand," she said at last. "Anakin was a hero of the Clone Wars, and Luke was a good man ... I didn't know he was my brother then, but he was my friend. He saved my life. But when I met him last, a few months ago on Polis Massa ... he wasn't the Luke I knew. He had changed completely." Leia looked up, her fingers tightening over the bowl and spoon. "The dark side changed him, didn't it? How could it - what sort of power could make him fall so far?" K´Kruhk sighed. Yes, the power of darkness. Frightening and as old as the conscious mind, probably. "The Dark Side finds many ways into the heart of those who serve it. Fear, anger, aggression, hunger for power, agony, pain. All negative emotions strengthen it, make it even more powerful. And once it got a firm hold on your soul, it consumes you. A power of fear and despair. Powerful, yet restless and merciless. Your father became victim through because of his vanity, his arrogance and his unending fear. He probably thought he would be free, once he was the most powerful of them all. He wasn´t. The Dark Side enslaves those who fall." K´Kruhk remembered his own friends. People he had trusted. Vos. Bulk. Dooku. Jedi who had fallen and all met their end. "They say a Jedi falls, but more correct is probably he becomes consumed. All he is, all that is good in him, becomes tainted by such a darkness. Fears and promises of power drive him, until he has nowhere to go. In the end, the Dark Side, no matter how powerful it had made it´s servants, had taken them all." K´Kruhk sighed. "Your brother had fear allowed to dictate his actions. And fear has chained him to his dark fate. Now fear reigns him and the man you once knew . . . is consumed by the need to grow more powerful in his hope to escape . . . fear." K´Kruhk would have hoped to have a better answer. He had none. Luke Skywalker, like his father before him, could very well be lost. Tag: Xany -----signature----- Member of the "Triumvirate" - GM of 133 ABY I have seen younger man called old - LordT Some men just wanna watch the world burn . . .
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Winged_Jedi Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 10/31 8:04pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Grievous’ castle, Third Moon of Vassek Viola writhed upon the operating table as her limbs were ripped from her body. She had taken nothing to numb or block out the pain. She used the Force to free her mind from it, feeding on her burning, shredded nerves even as she cursed their organic weakness. Delirium approached like an old friend (and indeed, she had known it since her youth, since her time with the General) and then threatened to seize her consciousness. After a while, it did. She passed in and out of dreamscapes and delusions, seeing figures from past and present before here, melted into each other. K'Kruhk stood waving his lightsaber, his face somehow like that of Vader's, while Calrissian morphed into a laughing Abyssin teacher, rebuking her for not conentrating on the droid arm being fused to her elbow then there was Leia Organa now Emperor Palpatine now GRIEVOUS, now GRIEVOUS, always GRIEVOUS, yellow eyes burning from beneath a ghost-white mask as beautiful agony streaked through her body, and- "Stop!" she shrieked, wrenching herself up. She was not even half-ready. She was not even half-aware of what she was doing. Her lightsaber flew to her hand. "There is someone else here," she snarled. "There is a stranger in our garden." She dragged herself out of the room, droid in tow, and went to stalk the corridors... Tag: Sawn_Kassal -----signature----- "Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure." -Tacitus
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Sawn_Kassal Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 10/31 8:34pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 10/31 8:36pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Sawn_Kassal
	IC: Flint Torul II Grievous' castle, Third Moon of Vassek The man stopped in his tracks, a familiar Inquisitor stepping out into the hallway. From beneath his helmet, Flint glared at her. She was foolish, he'd sensed Viola along the way, he knew all of the Emperor's little Inquisitors well. This one was particularly pathetic, she had been captive as a child under the Droid General Grievous and now here she was trying to become the Head of his Fanclub. "You sicken me..." he spat over the helmet's voice box. "So tell me, where do your allegiances lie? With the true Emperor of the Galaxy, Anakin Skywalker. Or with Palpatine?" he moved toward her, not a care in the world that she might be a threat. "The more you mutilate yourself, the less connection you will have to the Force, I hope you're aware of that. Such a thing will make you useful to whomever it is you choose to follow" The most important question had not been asked yet, had she seen Grievous' trophy collection? In that collection was his Father's lightsaber, collected after that coward killed him from afar on Belderone long ago. Come hell or high water, he would have that lightsaber for himself and anything else of value inside this hellhole of a castle. Regardless of who she swore loyalties to, if she was as unstable as his instincts were telling him, he would have to do away with her here and now. She would be of no use to Vader or the Empire. TAG: Winged -----signature----- Formerly Lord_Moordenaar "You lizards should learn that I'm a lot scarier than you are." - RC-1138 "For Mandalore!" - Canderous Ordo's battlecry
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CPL_Macja Registered: Nov '08	Date Posted: 10/31 9:32pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/2 9:27pm (1 edits total) Edited By: DarthXan318
	IC:Ram Zerimar & Davin Felth Taris Davin Felth had grown tired with the cantina seen. He had had his fill of pungent drinks, putrid patrons, loud music, and lewd dancers. He had sat back and watched as a lot of the Mandalorains drank away the pain of having their home world get fragged at the hands of the Empire. Davin had witnessed the same several years back when some of his platoon-mates from Alderaan heard of the news of their planet getting turned into an asteroid field. So instead of turning into blithering idiot Felth opted to work on some of his combat skills and headed for the former battle area that had been converted into a physical training facility. Felth had learned that exercise not only kept his skills sharp, but was a healthy alternative outlet to the cantina scene. It was early in the morning local time so there was practically no one else in the training area, as a matter of fact there was only one other individual working up a sweat. As soon as Felth spotted his new workout partner something snapped in his mind and he drew his blaster pistol. Luckily the proprietor of the former area had installed a dampening field to prevent accidental killings during the duels that had been held there. The new owner also saw the advantage of field in that if anyone wanted to practice their combat skills, they could without the fear of harming themselves or other. Felth however was not aware of this field. Instantly Ram Zerimar turned to confront his assailant, “What do you think you’re doing you crazy sheb?” Ram slowly set down the large vibrosword that he had been practicing and approached Felth. “Do you want a piece of me? I have been looking for a real challenge, these bots are outdated and slow. So what do you say, you want a crack at a Mando. Is that what you want?” Ram was fired up and looking for a fight. He had been tempted to head over to the cantina and pick one, but he realized that most of the patrons would be his fellow Mandalorian. Davin holstered his ineffective weapon and stood toe to toe with the sniper. “Of course I would love another crack at you, sniper. I have been looking for you since you blewup my squad in Keldebe. Not only will I be fighting for me, but in their memories” Ram removed his helmet and set it to the side. He looked upon his new sparring partner with renewed sight. “The only person that I encountered on Keldabe was a Stromie bent on killing me. You’re him. You’re that stormtrooper! You realize that I had nothing to do with your being stunned.” Ram paused for a moment, “Does the Alliance know that you are here?” Davin walked over to the wall mount that housed all the vibro weapons and selected a sword. “I realize that. However, I want revenge and I have some issues I need to spar out. So guard yourself Mandalorian, I will make this quick since I have lunch to get on the table once I get back to my apartment.” Without hesitation the duo crossed blades and began going at each other with reckless abandoned. TAG: BobaMatt -----signature----- Josch Decinchi - Padawan of BultarSwan (GoL) Padawan of KELIA (Creche) \| NJO/LotFFC- Golden Wraith 15 XWFC - Rogue 3 \| Xander Illiam - Shadow Squadron GM: For the Honor of Greyskull - 13th EUC SFD "Look at the size of that thing!" - Wedge Antilles
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HanSolo29 Title: Fan Art Manager Registered: Apr '01	Date Posted: 10/31 10:44pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 10/31 10:48pm (1 edits total) Edited By: HanSolo29
	IC: Han Solo Hotel Horizon Bar, Upper City, Taris Several drinks and a round of Sabacc later, Han was starting to feel really good. The buzz from the alcohol was starting to work its magic and despite losing the only round of Sabacc they had played so far, he was in his element. It had been a while since he was able to just kick back in a seedy bar and forget about the rest of the galaxy. That hadn't exactly been the goal when he had led Mikaru and Lando here hours earlier, but he would take what he could get. They had come to discuss business, but it had turned into something else. Big deal. What was work without a little downtime? Reclining back in his chair, Han lifted the mug of ale back to his lips and took a long drawl as the server droid began to deal the next round. He watched, fascinated by the swiftness at which the droid could shuffle the deck, before blinking up at the others with a lazy grin on his face. "So, who wants to raise the stakes?" he muttered, his words rolling off his tongue real slow. "You boys ready for a real game of Sabacc?" The massive Wookiee sitting directly to Han's right snapped his head over to face the Corellian, glaring at him through the smoky haze. He issued a terse warning to make sure he didn't do anything stupid and nudged him with his foot to make sure Han was actually listening. There was a moment's hesitation before Han scowled and whipped his head around to return Chewie's glare. "What's the big deal, huh? Unlike you, I have plenty to spare," he boasted, patting one of the breast pockets on his vest sloppily. "Can't a guy have some fun once and a while? Damn..." Without allowing the Wookiee any room to respond, he quickly returned his attention back to Lando and Mikaru. "So, any takers? Who's up?" In that instant, all the vid monitors in the room began to flicker as static burst over their frequencies. The images of competitive sports teams and other various tournaments that had been displaying on those very monitors moments before were now replaced by a single figure, his face concealed by a lengthy cloak. He appeared to sneer out at his audience as he began to speak and Han suddenly found himself sober. "Citizens of the Empire. Members of the New Order. This is the Emperor." Yup, he had a very bad feeling about this. When the guy was finally done with his long tirade after laying claim to the galaxy, Han was left shaking his head in disbelief. Why was it that the only beings who seemed to go after the seat of power were psychos? Did this guy truly believe he could bring them all down that easily? He had another thing coming. "Well, that was interesting," he remarked with a scoff, sloshing his drink around idly. "I say let him come. He'll have his hands full trying to deal with 'scum' like us. In fact, I want a front row seat so I can personally send him back beyond the grave myself...where he belongs." He slammed the bottom of his mug down on the table for emphasis before raising it back up. He narrowed his eyes, becoming serious. "Who's with me?" Chewie was the first to ring true with a roar of confidence. He dipped his head and brought his own flask up to clink with Han's mug. "Anyone else?" he challenged with a smirk. TAG: Kahn, Saintheart, BobaMatt -----signature----- "One little spark of inspiration is at the heart of all creation." "Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Romans 10:13 One of Hammer's Angels Fly casual
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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 10/31 11:52pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 10/31 11:58pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Kahn_Iceay
	Muri Mikaru Taris, Upper City Horizon Hotel Bar Muri swirled the carmine liquid in his glass before taking a sip. He'd gotten an eyebrow from Solo when he'd ordered a glass of wine and not something heavier but Taris was one of the few places you could get actual Echani Wine. That, he thought, and the low alcohol content lets me stay focused... And he needed the focus, Echani's natural given ability to read peoples posture and movements aside, Lando was a very good card player. And despite his best efforts, the Card Shark had bested him, Solo, and Chewbacca in the last hand. "Good game Lando, its good to know you can still roll with the best of them. I'd hate to think you'd lost the skill." He leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his drink as the droid dealt out another hand and Han tried to wrangle them into a higher stakes game. "You boys ready for a real game of Sabacc?" The Corellian asked, much to the chargin of his co-pilot. The large Wookiee gave out a, well something, Muri didn't know the furball's language. "What's the big deal, huh? Unlike you, I have plenty to spare," he patted one of the breast pockets on his vest. "Can't a guy have some fun once and a while? Damn..." Muri snickered slightly and shook his head. "So, any takers? Who's up?" Before Muri could reply though, someone decided they'd ruin the good mood. Static rung throughout the bar as the displays and screens switched over to a figure cloaked in darkness. Just looking at him Muri knew he was bad business, not much was visible but the way he held himself, showed confidence. And then there was that nagging feeling in the back of his head, like the static hadn't stopped, like it was just distant enough for you to barely make it out but annoy you. But all this faded, when the figure spoke, "Citizens of the Empire. Members of the New Order. This is the Emperor." Muri's grip on his glass tightened, not enough to shatter it, but the ridges on the glass were going to leave temporary marks. It infuriated him, Muri so badly wanted to reach through the hologram grab this, Emperor and choke the life out of him. He was responsible for all this. Even Vader had been his under ling. It was Palpatine who'd ran everything. He was responsible for the for the Deathbringer, for... everything. Muri looked down, a maelstrom of anger, fury, and sadness swirled inside him. It was only by the words of Solo that he came back into reality. "I say let him come. He'll have his hands full trying to deal with 'scum' like us. In fact, I want a front row seat so I can personally send him back beyond the grave myself...where he belongs." He slammed his mug down to gain the attention of others likely, "Who's with me?" Chewie roared, and Han smirked. "Anyone else?" Muri downed the rest of his wine and slammed his empty glass upside down on the table, "I am." He said, his silver eyes burning with determination and a renewed reason to actively combat the Empire. "I'm in." Tag: Saint, Solo, Sage?, Others on Taris? Matt? -----signature----- "Might have been the losing side, still not convinced it was the wrong one." - - Not all heroes are pure
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verd_beskar_prudii Registered: Sep '08	Date Posted: 11/1 2:03am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Cassus Barenn Taris streets And within minutes, Cassus noticed a commoner, an alien and apparently drunk, point him out. "Hey, you! Come here!" Not one to reply kindly to commands, Cassus merely halted his stride. Were his voice of the same capabilities as his flamethrower he would have melted everyone in earshot of his helmet speaker. "What did you say to me chakaare? You want to phrase that as a very polite request." It wasn't a question, and the sheer weight of his tone made a nearby girl cower into her mother's arms. The street quickly cleared from around him as if he were a live thermal detonator. He turned his head slightly to better view the alien with his own eyes, all the acknowledgment he was going to get. Tag: Matty (sorry for the late post) -----signature----- Ke nu jurkad sha Mando'ade- Dont mess with Mandos- General Kenobi! How the heck does it go-bie? I hope right you are, or predicate shall i put again before subject and gibberish shall i spout.
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 11/1 2:06am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Lumiya Valley "History has spun off course. The prophecies were wrong. I will be Emperor, and my father was not the Chosen One. I am willing to give of myself, and you are willing to give to me, and together we are perfect. A perfect Two." Lumiya nearly licked her lips in satisfaction, but she couldn't. Wouldn't. Because the emotion was true - she was happy. She had won. But what had she won... order, Empire... love? Lumiya mused, as they strode deeper into the Valley. Then she would know the balance of the Sith, sooner rather than later. But she was ready for that, she finally decided. She still had a duty to commit, though... and Lumiya went to turn towards Librium, her consort. Her mind was alive, and Lumiya could sense the Nagai fleet in orbit, could sense Knife and his scowling expression, no doubt wondering what they were doing above Ruusan, wasting time here. It would serve a purpose. But not the one foreseen... She had felt something tenebrous crest the Force, amplified by the Valley here - it was tremendously powerful, even without what lay here. Luke spoke before her, sensing it quicker. "I can feel my Father coming. And I sense...another presence. Another great power. It feels familiar. "I have a bad feeling about this." Lumiya felt it, and knew it. And she felt genuine fear. It... could not be. Luke had not spent a great time with him, but Lumiya had, as his Hand. She trembled, in terror. Lumiya turned to Luke, and leaned on him, drawing him close to her, nuzzling with him and seeking nothing more than comfort. They were running out of this time - and Lumiya found that she wanted it to last. She leaned to kiss him, placing her hands on either side of his face, pulling him towards her, pulling him down, staring into his eyes and conveying her fear. "We will not have this moment for long, my Prince. Chaos is approaching - and I fear that all we have here will turn to dust before long... we have a chance - but it might be in working beside Vader, if only to co-opt what he has for Peace..." Lumiya's voice began to trail away, in sadness. "We will be separated..." Her eyes turned hopeful, and longing. TAG: Matt -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/1 8:14am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/1 8:17am (2 edits total) Edited By: BobaMatt
	Ruusan The Valley Lumiya's outpouring of love and happiness into the Force changed suddenly to fear, and Luke halted his stride. R4's dome swiveled uncertainly. Luke turned to see Shira, her own look distant and concerned. His bravado faltered. What could be terrifying her so? She began to walk towards him again, still distant of aspect, until she leaned against him, grabbed him, pulled him closer. He faltered, but slung an arm about her back and pulled her tightly into him, radiating comfort and confidence into the Force. He felt her chest heave. He felt the hard places where he'd marred her body in the X-Wing crash. He smelled her auburn hair, and it was intoxicating. And when he closed his eyes she took his face in her hands and kissed him, and he felt as if he was drowning, as if his heart would beat so fast it would stop . When he opened his eyes again, he saw only her. "We will not have this moment for long, my Prince. Chaos is approaching - and I fear that all we have here will turn to dust before long... we have a chance - but it might be in working beside Vader, if only to co-opt what he has for Peace..." Her lip quavered. "We will be separated..." "No," Luke's voice carried all the weight of a mind-trick, so forceful was his will, "we will not be separated." He looked askance taking her chin between his fingers. "My Father is not a bad man, his folly and weaknesses aside. We don't have to worry about working beside him, now." He nodded, as if finally convinced of something, and looked back into Shira's eyes. "We will not be separated. And if this moment is about to be destroyed, let's make the most of it." He took her gloved hand into his own and they ran deeper into the ruins, where he stopped and pulled her close again, drinking deeply of the wine in her lips. R4 had engaged his thrusters to keep up, and Luke's next commands were to him. "Power down, R4." The droid tweedled inquisitively, insisting that he'd just been powered down. "Power. Down." The droid gave an indignant snort and switched off. And amidst the ancient splendor, the two Sith exposed each others' flesh to the air. Luke cherished the organic parts that Shira had left, and kissed the seams where her skin gave way to the artificial. Naked and deformed in the dewy dawn, she was beautiful. Luke's eyes were not his own. He found himself being kicked in the stomach, and as he flew backwards and impacted an archway, he watched as two men bludgeoned fought furiously. He hit hard, painfully, and landed on the durasteel floor. Sitting up, he watched as one man, elderly and dressed in black, holding a beautiful lightsaber that glowed red, held a younger man in the Force by the throat. Both men were bearded, and Luke recognized them. Count Dooku...and Ben?! Where am I? He looked about, and the starship enthusiast in him told him that he was aboard a Providence-class destroyer from the Clone Wars era. That, of course, explained why Obi-Wan was so young. Through the magnificent windows, the Battle of Coruscant raged, and Chancellor Palpatine sat bound to a chair looking so much like he would later in life. The Invisible Hand? Dooku threw Obi-Wan like a doll against a scaffolded platform, which fell and crushed the Jedi beneath. I am my Father... With that thought, Luke found himself flying through the air towards Dooku and striking out with his lightsaber. His lightsaber. His father's lightsaber. The one he'd used on Bespin. The one he still used. Dooku spoke. "I sense great fear in you, Skywalker. You have hate. You have anger. But you don't use them!" And the fight continued on until they were before the Chancellor, who sat enjoying the fight. An intense saber-lock, two wills dueling, until finally Luke/Anakin reft Dooku of his hands. He triumphantly reached up and snatched the now masterless red lightsaber from the air, and crossed them around Dooku's neck, staring into the Sith Lord's eyes. Palpatine's voice. "Good, Anakin, good. I knew you could do it. Kill him. Kill him now." Anakin Skywalker's drawl, issuing from Luke's throat. "I shouldn't..." "Do it!" But it wasn't Palpatine's voice. In fact, it was Anakin's voice. Luke turned his head to look up, and sitting in the chair was not the old Chancellor, but Anakin Skywalker, the Hero Without Fear, dressed in full Jedi robes. Luke looked down again, and crouched before him, the lightsaber blades humming about his neck, was the black armored form of Darth Vader. Luke awoke sitting ramrod straight, swaddled in his cloak, but not dressed in it. He was slick with cold sweat, and beside him Shira still slept. The Prince bolted to R4, and reactivated him, dressing himself as he went. "Quick, R4, long range scanners. What do you see?" The feeling of dread was oppressive. Palpatine? TAG: Sinrebirth, ALL (I think the dream bit is fun...) -----signature----- DUNE - Chronicles of the Imperium RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/29433346/p1/?11 As Father and Son (An AU RP) http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10 Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds.
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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/1 8:30am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Ruusan The arrival... The extragalactic fleet had trampled Ruusan. Knife grinned as prisoners were paraded before him on his flagship. They would provide hours of amusement in the myriad tortures that were planned. One of his soldiers had even managed to capture one of the gaseous, shaggy green beasts that floated about Ruusan, and whenever they hurt it the beast sent out waves that made the soldiers giddy and woozy. The amusement would be well appreciated, as the combined Nagai/Maccabree forces still had no idea what the Dark Lady had in store for them. The planet was forested and boring, with nothing of particular value, and she had ordered its invasion. Now, deeply entrenched and absolutely swarming with their Faruun ships, Ruusan was the most well defended useless planet in the galaxy. A petty officer approached Knife amid the revelry. "Sir...incoming ships!" And indeed there were. An entire fleet, of strength - if not size - to rival their own had decanted. Imperial ships? Yes, some. But others less recognizable. It was then that Knife realized that he had been used. The Dark Lady was choosing to use the Nagai as a buffer. Well. Knife wasn't going down without a fight, and if they won out, the rewards from the Dark Lady would be more than he could imagine. "Form up to engage." TAG: Palpatine's Navy! -----signature----- DUNE - Chronicles of the Imperium RP http://boards.theforce.net/non_star_wars_role_playing/b10755/29433346/p1/?11 As Father and Son (An AU RP) http://boards.theforce.net/role_playing_forum/b10328/28357048/p1/?10 Emperor Fel's badassery knows no bounds.
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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 11/1 11:51am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	ooc: Never got the chance to assemble my fleet. But wanted to psot this soon, so I do not keep people waiting. This fleet-configuration is an escort/battle line according to the Imperial Sourcebook. So here it is . . . Grand Admiral Thrawn Aboard the Admonitor, Above Ruusan Captain Niriz began shouting orders the second their first battle group left hyperspace. Six Imperial II-Class Star Destroyers and another four older Imperial I-Class models with over thirty support ships of various classes. Escort Carriers, Nebulon-B2 Frigates, a Phalanx of Lancer-Frigates and several Strike-Class Cruisers surrounded the fleet. And in it´s center two Interdictor-Class Cruisers began building there field. Not to keep anybody from fleeing, as the defenders would probably assume. But to allow the second battlegroup to jump to exactly the spot Thrawn wanted them to. And be drawn from hyperspace there. That allowed these ships a muc more precise attack vector, if needed. They all moved into postion Thrawn Alpha, as Captain Niriz had named it. A position for the fleet where overlapping shields provided a maximum of security for the internal parts of the group element and that way allowing save entering and exit from the launch bays. "All of the fleet into position. Second Battlegroup reports it is ready, Sir. Shall we call it, now?" Captain Niriz asked a little over-eager. The treacherous way they had taken the Teta-System had made the man restless. He was hungry for good fight, now. Thrawn ignored his suggestions for a long moment, instead sitting in his command chair and watching the enemy. And his formation, taking shape. "No, Second Fleet and the Death Star stay where they are. This is nothing we have to bother them with. Our fleet is more than fit to handle the threat these primitives pose." Thrawn sighed. "Primitves?" Niriz wondered. "You know them?" Thrawn looked up. "Not yet, but learning every second a little more about them. First, they did not wanted to fight. Maybe they were tricked into it. Second, I assume they are unprepared but rather aggressive. Probably a warrior culture. They seem to long for a great and glorious last stand. Make sure our interdiction field does not include them. They shall be left a possibility to leave. And open a channel." Niriz nodded, used to obey the Grand Admiral´s commands without questioning. After long years he had shown problems with that. "This is Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Imperial Navy. Clear our passage to the surface of the planet, immediatly or declare your intentions." He requested and looked at Niriz. "Why are you . . .?" Niriz began. Thrawn waved his sentence away. "I get to know them." He only said. While awaiting the answer, a single button gave the Empire´s commanding Dark Jedi, the Pale General, the sign to attack. The first wave would use their superiority in numbers to maximum advantage. Especially when it came to Starfighters. Asajj Ventress saw the red blinking light in her cockpit and smiled. The blue-skinned snob had kept his promise. She had the first kill of the day. The fleet stayed out of the Nagai´s fleets reach and began to power his long range weapons. While thousands of ships poured from their hangars. Tie Interceptors and Bomber were there, but also far less known designs. The Tie Drones in massive numbers and two suqadrons Shadow Droids among them. And a sole fighter of a whole different design. A single Ginivex-Class Strafighter took the tip of the spear of fighters now leaving. Half of all their starfighters were leading htis attack. Gunships. Bomber and boarding crafts accompanying them. A massive fleet of small ships heading towards the Nagai Fleet. Grand Admiral Thrawn did not pay them attention. They were expandable, that was why he used them to evaluate the enemy. Before he decided how to crush him with minimum effort. The true enemy of the day had not yet arrived. As had their own force not yet come to Ruusan. The Death Star and it´s six accompanying Imperial II-Class Star Destroyers. Called by the humble name Battlegroup Two. Niriz refined their formation. "Lancers to frontal position. Strike-Cruiser Eye of the Storm into rear position, it is an hospital ship. All others, load torpedoes." He belled to his communication officers. Who nodded in silent agreement. Then he gave thrawn a look. Thrawn still waited for the reply and did not care to comment. The orders were flawless. The many years of working with the Chiss did begin to pay of for Niriz. Tag: BobaMatt
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Sawn_Kassal Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 11/1 1:21pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Zarith Serar Taris, Upper City, Hotel Bar After Palpatine's oh-so-glorious announcement, the loudspeaker came alive "Ladies and gentleman! Please direct your attention to the center of the bar as the infamous Taris Dueling Ring is about to come alive before your eyes!" there were walls in the middle of the bar, circular almost as if in it's center was a hidden room, which where was, sort of. The walls lowering to reveal a cage, inside were the two warriors: one a tall, tan Sanyassan. The other, the pale skinned patched Zabrak that had come to be well-known in the fringe and Taris especially. Along came the announcer once again "In the blue corner! The Slayer of Sanyassa! Jatt!" the Sanyassan raised his hands and roared as if he'd already achieved victory. Meanwhile, Zarith, shirtless, stood on the opposite wall. Hands crossed over his chest, gaze on the floor, one leg posted up against the cage while the other remained on the floor to keep him standing. "And in the red corner, the defending champion of the Tarisian Duel Federation! Theeeeeeeee Tracker!" Crowd reception was mixed, cheers and boos, it didn't really matter to him. It was money afterall. The matched would've started earlier but Palpatine's little commercial interrupted things. He was still thinking about joining with the Alliance in order to combat their common enemy. Though he was no fan of Vader's either. He preferred working alone outside of his own crew, but perhaps it was time for a change in the house of Serar. Raising his head up now, he uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off the cage, walking toward the center of the thing, standing a few feet from Jatt. Jatt chuckled, "Ready to die Tracker?" foolish, just like all the others. "I must've heard that same speech from hundreds before you..." he shot back. The Dueling Ring had changed much over a thousand years. No longer were weapons involved. Sentient on sentient, as it had been in ancient times. And no points system, none of that foolishness, this was pure bloodsport for profit. A tone sounded and the fight was on. Jatt charged Zarith, who quickly adopted a defensive posture and sidestepped the large warrior, leaving a foot outstretched to trip the Sanyassan to the floor. "Why don't you just save yourself the embarassment and give up now?" he taunted. Jatt growled, slamming his fists against the ground and quickly turning his head back, sending a foot into Zarith's abdomen which sent the Zabrak's back against the cage. Quickly flipping over, Jatt leapt up and speared Zarith into the cage, standing up and pounding the Zabrak with his fists, as Zarith sank against the floor, he began to knee the horned one. Leaving the Zabrak a bloody mess, Jatt made a fatal mistake, he turned his back on the opponent. Raising his arms he began shouting "I have defeated the champion!! I am the BEST now!" a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and swung him around. His face covered in blood, his cypatch cracked across the middle, Zarith delivered a chop across the Sanyassan's chest which caused him to stagger. Leaping into the air now he put the heel of his boot into the Sanyassan's chin sending him against the cage now. Balling his fists, Zarith began assaulting the Sanyassan's midsection, chopping down a large tree. As Jatt sank, Zarith began working his face. Blood, spit, and teeth flying as he delivered each blow. Grabbing him by the neck now, the Zabrak slammed him against the cage wall several times before finally throwing him to the ground in a bloody mess. Jatt twitched several times before finally giving out and laying motionless. Walking over to the body, Zarith kicked Jatt onto his back, looking him over. His chest did not rise or fall, he wasn't breathing, which meant that he was already dead. He'd been beaten to death like those before him. Another piece of scum out of the world. "And there you have it folks! Tracker wins!!" As he stepped out of the cage, he was handed a wet cloth which he used to wipe the blood from his face and chest. Coming to the bar now he ordered a juri juice and asked the server droid to keep them coming. Running up to him from the crowd was a young human girl, dark skinned, and brunette haired. She wore a dark blue outfit, simple pants and a shirt, anyone familiar with the Clones might've recognized it but how many with that knowledge still roamed the galaxy? Few. "Why'd you play with him Zarith!? Y'know ya could have taken him easy!!" the little 9 year old shouted excitedly as she handed him something. The Zabrak actually smiled and took the object from her "Gotta put a show on for the crowd Lorah, that's how I make money" detaching the damaged cypatch, he replace it with the knew one with a loud click. Regarding the young girl, he smiled and ruffled her hair. She had her Mother's looks and green eyes, but the skin and hair color were all-to-Calo. And of course there was the Mando'a accent she'd picked up from Calo and Gunlock. Looking over, he noticed a table filled with celebrities. Lando Calrissian, Han Solo, and Chewbacca. Then of course was an old friend of his, Muri Mikaru. "Go see your Father, I've gotta talk some business" he took his trench coat from the little girl and slid his arms into it. Heading over to the group now, he stood near Muri. "Muri you never told me you were friends with famous crusaders" he didn't smile, sound condescending or any of that. Zarith was a no nonsense type. Always had been. TAG: Bar patrons -----signature----- Formerly Lord_Moordenaar "You lizards should learn that I'm a lot scarier than you are." - RC-1138 "For Mandalore!" - Canderous Ordo's battlecry
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