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DarthXan318 Title: RPF Moderatrix Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 11/5 1:10am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Leia Organa Arbra Leia digested this in silence, staring at the flames. Fear ... had both Vader and Luke had been, deep down, afraid? She thought about the monster who had tortured her on the Death Star - the boy who had rescued her - the man who had commanded Rogue Squadron, the dark figure on Bespin - there had not been a trace of fear there, but Luke had gone to Bespin to 'save' Han and Leia. He hadn't wanted to lose them. He had been afraid ... It was a curious notion to Leia. Power of any kind was not the answer to fear - it never had been, and it never could be. Surely they knew that. She had known that since she was a child; in fact, she had envied those other children whose parents were not powerful, for they didn't have to be continually shadowed and protected for fear of being kidnapped or killed (and doubly so when off peaceful Alderaan). Power was not the answer to fear. Power just made you a bigger target. "Does the dark side ever let go?" she asked softly. Forever will it dominate your destiny, Yoda's memory whispered. She pressed on anyway. "Can someone return from darkness - go back to the person they were?" TAG: Fins -----signature----- Amateurs are amateurs because they do not love the game enough. One of Hammer's Angels
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LordTroepfchen Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 11/5 4:17am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	A short combined to place Draco and me on the map. Darth Sidious & The Seven(five of them) The Emperor watched the holographic life-feat of the Grand Admiral´s attack. Flawless, daring and effective as usually. Soon these rebellious fleet would be gone. And he could turn his attention to what he come for. The Valley of the Jedi. To be precise just as many Sith were there. Ruusan had seen the death of hundreds of both. Their power stored, remaining untouched through over a Millennia. Adalric Brandl felt the gravity of this battle. The Emperor had not revealed anything about their target, but had summoned his most powerful members of his Elite to achieve whatever he had come here to get. And he knew. Adalric felt the Emperor´s knowledge of his betrayal in the force. Amused, mocking. How could a small man like him challenge a Master of Fate like the Emperor? Vader was coming. Yes, all of this was meant for Vader. Adalric would probably get his chance here . . . even though playing without a script lacked quality most of the time this play could only be brought to an desirable end through improvisation, he feared. For he could not believe the end was already written. Maybe denying it? Maybe. Denial had always been a quality of tragic heroes. The Emperor closed his eyes and sighed. "Fass, Kath. Prepare our troops. Pestage, inform the Grand Admiral I expect an opening for a landing operation by the time I arrive on Ruusan. These primitives are not match for his skill, as we can clearly see. I expect him, to she the might of this Empire. And prepare." Pestage was about to forward the order, as he looked back to his Master. "Excuse me, Master. Prepare for what?" He asked. The Emperor´s thin lips smiled. "Vader." He simply replied. Yes, they were all here. Luke, Anakin, his Seven and a small army of former Inquisitors. At the point of change, the moment where the fate of the Galaxy was decided. "And inform Admiral Daala to charge our primary weapon. Target is in the computer. Located on hte surface of Ruusan." He added then. The others looked up, realizing the Emperor meant exactly the place where they were meant to get to. "Now leave." He hissed and all followed his orders. Only one man felt he was not meant to. Kir Kanos, now hooded in dark robes had been ordered to remain in the shadows. "The force, my Hand . . . the force is the only power in the galaxy allowing control over your own fate. Or that of all others. A power so profound, it unites us. Like an ocean all life swims in. You will have to make yourself familiar with it´s secret, to serve your Emperor." Darth Sidious whispered. But his words carried to his new Hand through the force. And as his eyes snapped open, the yellow pupils seemed to gleam. And his Battle Meditation embraced his fleet like a cold beast. Binding them together. Forging one unit whose power doubled. Every move aware of the other. A machine. A perfect conditioned machine. "It is also the source of un . . . limited power." He hissed, rolling the last two words of his tongue as if enjoying even saying them. And smiled at his newest disciple. Kanos would be a good hand. Again forged through trials and challenges he had survived. As all his worthy servants had been. Tag: Mitth-Fisto, BobaMatt, Draco -----signature----- Member of the "German-Triumvirate", GDG, CDG
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scrufflover23 Registered: Apr '08	Date Posted: 11/5 6:03am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Tycho Celchu, Wes Jansen, Misc Rogues Taris, The Vapor Trail Tycho listened to the list of available pilots with interest. They were over three men down - he would not count Wedge out just yet - and good pilots would be welcome. He knew all three of the men Hobbie mentioned by name or by reputation. Wedge would uphold any appointments Tycho made to the Squadron in his absence. "Insanity is a talent," Wes chuckled as he drank his ale. "No, with you it's an art form as much as scoring women is," Tycho smirked then turned back to Hobbie. "Three good options. We should approach them and see if they're interested in Rogue Squadron." They'd have to prove they could fly well with the rest of the Squadron of course; the best pilots were useless if they couldn't fly together. "Or have you talked with any of them already," he eyed Hobbie. The man was efficient enough he might have already jumped on the opportunity if it presented itself to mention to the other pilots that the Rogues had open slots and might be willing to take them on. TAG: Rally_Fan_84 ******************* IC: Wedge Antilles Coruscant The tackle of a hug was the last thing Wedge was prepared for. Eyes wide he froze for a moment, then tenatively put his arms around the sister he hadn't seen except in Holos in years. "Hi, Syal." What else could he really say? It was kind of overwhelming and he was technically her husband's prisoner. Though he could see plenty of advantages to being in Fel's custody instead of imprisoned. Not that he thought the Imperials wouldn't be watching him closely for any attempts to escape. Besides, being on Coruscant was as effective a way to keep him away from the Rebellion as there could be. Which means I just have to be clever. TAG: Penguinator, BobaMatt ****************** Running parallel and later.... IC: Tycho Celchu, Wes Jansen, Misc. Rogues Taris, Impromptu Alliance Command Center Tycho sat listening intently to the briefing. and the plan involving Ruusan. The Rogues could do a lot of damage inserted in the right place, though he suspected this would turn into another dogfight against enemy fighter squadrons where ever the Rogues were placed, and a tougher one than the last. Ironic, given we were over Mandalore and against the 181st. "This is going to be interesting," he commented softly under his breath to Wes, who was seated next to him. Wes grinned back. "Interesting is why we joined up on this little operation isn't it," he replied as softly? "That's not how I would have put it." Tycho focused back on the discussion. It was definitely an interesting battle plan. The plan to hit the Kuat shipyards definitely had some merit; a lot of daring, and would rely a lot on luck. That meant it was in trouble already, or it would be pulled off with spectacular success; or both, if Corellians were involved. TAG: Anyone on Taris, Rally_Fan_84
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TheGoodImperial Registered: May '09	Date Posted: 11/5 6:24am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Asajj Ventress Above Ruusan Her fighter twisted and turned as if she knew every shot a second before it reached her. well, actually she did. And in mindless rage and ecstasy of battle she laughed out, as another two fighters of the unknown enemy exploded right in front of her. "Is that all you got fooools!?" She laughed into an open channel and dodged the next attack, diving through a rift between two capital ships far to small for the others to follow. She enjoyed the kill, but appreciated the victory. Therefore she used the new found attention and made sure those in her pursuit were running in their mindless wish to kill into her awaiting Squadron´s. Shadow Droids, the finest Tie-Hunter and Tie-Interceptor Squadrons. All now in position to get those who tired to get her, while she mocked, provoked and ultimately watched her enemies die. "Ventress. 4.77.9. Regroup at these coordinates and engage the fighter escort of their fleet." It was Niriz. The bootlicker of the blue-skin. She punched in the coordinates and made her way there, nevertheless . . . The Grand Admiral was known to adapt rather quickly. She wondered how he thought about sacrifices. But that reluctance got lost, as another two fighters foolishly crossed her path. And became orange balls of fire. Thrawn Command Center Admonitor Niriz shouted commands, while Thrawn watched the hologram. The Emperor´s orders had just arrived. As he had expected, the Tie-Drones were useful only in numbers. Which he had to admit, the Emperor had provided. A planet had usually enough resources to create a few millions of them. So the World Devestator´s would make sure they had no lack of droid-controlled fighters anytime soon. Thrawn seemed to loose interest in the enemy, suddenly. "They are inexperienced. Seasoned warriors, maybe. But without access to knowledge and history. Maybe they saw a lot of battles, but they have not seen them in the wider galaxy but somewhere isolated. They give too much credits to commanders and seem to be unfamiliar with chains of command or tactic of engagement." He judged. then folded his arms. "Very well, tell Ventress to regroup and engage at 4.77.9., then send our Gunboats and fighter-screen plus four dozen drones to the opposite side of the battle. Enemy target Alpha and Beta. Right flank. All Drones are to target and collide." Thrawn said and looked at the communications central. "Strike-Classes and Group One engage right flank. All others stay ready." he order, while Niriz was already forwarding his commands. "Kamikaze. I never seen you do something like that?" Niriz remarked, as both watched their orders executed. "I am open to any action giving us strategic superiority. And they Drones are more effective as intelligent torpedoes than as dog-fight weapons." He concluded. And looked as 24 Drons would crash in each of the two targeted ships, while Torpedoes and turbolasers concentrated fire the same second. While on the right flank the fighter duelled, the left would burn and their formation inevitably break. With a little luck, they would be gone, when the traitor´s fleet arrived here. Tag: BobaMatt, LordT
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Sarge221 Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 11/5 8:32am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Sel Nephrite Taris, Alliance Command I can't guarantee it'll be anything big, I can't even guarantee they'll be able to help at all. But I'm sure if they can, they will." Give us a couple nukes and we'll be fine. That was Sel's internal opinion anyway. If the Imps were so willing to bomb a world or two, they deserved to get the same in return. It had been told that the Mandalorians of old had made use of such primitive but vastly destructive weapons to great effect when they had once been an empire of their own. At least one Republic fleet had been routed with their use when the Mandos had nuked the planet they were defending, throwing them off guard and allowing them to be easily defeated. That's how I'd like it, Sel continued to think to himself. Ignore their fleets and troops and go right for their heart. Rip it right out of them and hang it before their eyes to let them know that they aren't invincible. Kuat was as close to the heart as they were going to get for now. "We've done a pretty good job with stealing ships," Sel spoke up in agreement. "I'm sure a couple of my men would be willing to help you take a couple more. And then blow up the rest of them." My men. Somehow Sel managed to say those words with a straight face despite how the responsibilities of command weighed so awkwardly upon his shoulders. Being Mand'alor was still something he needed to get used to. But for now he figured that his fellow comrades felt the same as him; strike back at the Imperials. Hard. TAG: Taris -----signature----- "Oh crap! Who opened The Butcher door!?" -Random Diablo Player, moments before his head meets the cleaver. "I think this is safe." -Famous Last Words "No you."
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Rally_Fan_84 Registered: Jan '09	Date Posted: 11/5 11:05am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Derek "Hobbie" Klivian Location: Taris, The Vapor Trail Once again Tycho had proven that he was a bit more astute and aware of his fellow pilots proclivities than he let on. Hobbie had in fact spoken with one of the pilots he mentioned, Tarrin Datch. That however was by dint of catching him as he was working on his X-Wing as was his custom. In fact Datch had suggested taking a look at Kin Kian from the Aggressors rather than over-inflate his own credentials, something which stuck out in Hobbies mind more than any third party tales. If it was opinions that Tycho wanted, then he would get them "Well I would never circumvent your new leadership Tycho, of course, but I did in fact talk to Datch who in turn suggested Kian, but the most I suggested was that they meet us..." He didn't get to complete the thought because of a sudden summons to the new command center, so he completed his thought while getting up and proceeding in that general direction "...well I tried to spread the word to have all of them meet us here, but that takes care of that. Ill find all of you at the briefing room, gotta go round em up and have them sit with us, get a feel for all of them." Hobbie sprinted off towards the primary fighter bay. Might as well start with the easy one, and where one fighter pilot was located it was a safe bet that others were close at hand... IC: Derek "Hobbie" Klivian and Tarrin Datch Location: Taris, improptu Alliance command center Despite his detour Hobbie was not markedly behind the rest of the Rogues and didn't miss one minute of the briefeing, although to some degree he wished he had missed the words "Kuat Drive Yards". However that was just the tail end of a few disappointments. In his quest to round up the pilots he had mentioned he had run into Crynyd first. Though he looked well enough Crynyd had already been given orders and had transferred into not only a new squadron but into an entirely new fighter, the A-Wing. Hobbie had un-enviously bid him good luck on his new assignment, while imagining just how stupidly dangerous it would be to fly something that was barely a step above a TIE fighter in terms of pilot protection. Datch had been easy enough to find, right where Hobbie thought he would be in the fighter bay and had taken off for the command center rather quickly. Obviously Nomad had been a sub-par replacement for his time with the Rogues, and given that at least Wes knew him as well as anybody else who was still alive since Hoth. Search as he may Hobbie never did locate Kien, apparently he had vanished and lived on in reputation only. Either that or he was passed out in another cantina somewhere. As mentioned earlier Hobbie didn't miss anything during the briefing, wish as he may that he did. Unlike his compatriots apparently had forgotten, he was sharply aware of the fact that the area around Kuat was especially lousy with TIE fighters and Star Destroyers, let alone all sorts of other nasty surprises that the Empire had been known to spring on them from time to time. In true Hobbie fashion he waited till Tycho and Wes were done before deploying some of his own reason, although others would have called it cynicism, muffled and only for the Rogues of course "Right, normally I would say it's worse here but it can't get any worse. Was ol Ackbar drunk when he came up with this stunt?" Yet it wasn't Wes that got to answer first but Datch himself, situated behind Wes Tycho and Hobbie. He had been listening in and though he wasn't a Corellian, they had definetely rubbed off on him in a few ways "Oh c'mon Hobbie, you've been through worse, you've said it yourself more than once. Besides you always have Wes backing you up, how bad can it be? Wait, I just thought about the answer to that one..." Hobbie rolled his eyes but barely suppressed a laugh himself. If anybody was a candidate to re-enter the Rogues it was Datch. Not only had he distinguished himself on Hoth but he fit perfectly into the social structure that was such a part of Rogue Squadron. But that was his opinion. He was confident Wes would approve based on the humor and the familiarity, but Tycho was the wild card, and as the new squadron leader he held the final vote on who got in and who didn't, and Hobbie hoped that he had learned more from Wedge than just field leadership skills... Tag: Scrufflover, anybody within listening distance in the Command Center. -----signature----- Raising the bar for idiocy and sarcasm daily! Member of the Game Designers Guild. Most Likely to annoy the Mods 2009!
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verd_beskar_prudii Registered: Sep '08	Date Posted: 11/5 11:49am Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Cassus Barenn Taris briefing Watching the proceedings with more than mild disinterest was very easy when you had a helmet that was controlled by eye motions with a built in Holonet reciever. Oh Cassus listened, but his mind was far from the meeting and far from any strategy. He would fight with the new Mand'alor as he was needed and would fight with renewed purpose. His wife stood beside him, her dull red armor a welcome sight to Cassus' eyes after having to spend so much of his time without her. When he heard her interruption of his fight in the streets he nearly wept with joy. Overcome, he forgot about the alien he was pounding and ran to embrace his son and wife. After much catching up, he rented them all a room to stay the night and then got a call to attend this breifing. Now, he was far from that dark decade that he stayed away from his family, fighting war after war for peoples he didn't know of until their deposit cleared in his account. He would be fighting for the kote of his own people now. Fighting a real enemy and fighting with his family beside him. He didn't care if he went to Ruusan or Kuat. It mattered not. Wherever he went, he felt like he would triumph. Glancing over the uneasy faces in the room, he cut his helmet's feed on Ruusan's topography and payed attention. It appeared that the plan would need much more refinement and those details would determine how much damage he was allowed to do to the chakaare that just obliterated his homeland. Tag: Matt -----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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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 11/5 1:05pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Kir Kanos With Darth Sidious It was very much the same as days of old, as a Royal Guard he would often stand in watch without moving for perpetual hours on end silently observing all that transpired without a word or thought out...just listening. Now was very much the same, except now he thought, now he did not just listen, he learned. Every instruction he had ever heard the Emperor give another concerning the force that he had heard now replayed in his mind, evaluating what he had seen, heard, witnessed, and now was taught. Hours of knowledge without a basis of personal meaning was given form as he ruminated on their meanings, not even the battle outside gave him pause as he contemplated the force and his master Emperor Darth Sidious. Dark robes enshrouded his form, a color best described by being the shade of dried blood under a dim light, one of the few choices where his tastes showed in his new role. A choice that helped him cling inside the shadows unseen, where he waited for the Master's beckon. A beckon that came in another lesson, whispered in the force as they were left alone within the Emperor's chosen room. Although he could understand the path his Master laid, showing the force as the ocean, his own mind viewed it as the dust laiden wind. So many scurried beneath it's embrace as so few grew wings to fly within it, many amounting to little more than untrianed insects, others to small birds like the Inquisitors and the Royal Guard's ranks, and a rare few grew beyond such limitations to become...more. To become a Leviathen, to control and bend his fate in the wind as the Sith beast of old was his own set mark, in that form within the wind of the force could he truly be a reckoning for his Master. Yes, for his Master was the wind now in many ways, long past being a leviathen or sky blackening storm himself, by ascending death he had become the Wind itself. For he had conquered it's natural flow to become it's Master and through it the Galaxies. His mind did as told though, pulling and teasing the depths of the force now that he was alone with his Master, building kilns of anger within his chest while yet looking down coldly from above. Twisting his robe and loose strips of metal he had within as though made of thin plastic, rustling in a wind that was not there. A source of unlimited power his Master had intoned, yes, a source he would someday tap to the very core so that he might be worthy to serve his Emperor in everyway imaginable. Silently as he tended his kiln, adding other emotions to the pire and seeing how far and great he could yet build it without loosing the control to contain it, he repeated the lines within his mind. Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Even before his training, even as a bounty hunter this had rang true within him. For nothing could ever bring peace beyond a temporary focus, and now focus merely guided the ever present passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Thus he built his kiln, a ready fire of passion emblazoned by the fire of the Emperor that he might be have the strength to do his will. Through strength, I gain power. Yes, this where the Emperor Darth Sidious guided him now. He had shown his passion though it was weaker then, he had shown strength to fulfill the simple tasks, but only through that strength could he gain a mastery of his fate to fully be a force of reckoning for his Master's unlimited power. Through power, I gain victory. Through that power he would succeed, as the wind lent to his guidance to change what was. Through victory my chains are broken. As what was is changed so all fetters would be broken, till only his Master yet had any control or ability to limit him. For someday only the Wind itself as his Emperor had become could ever command his Will and through that Will the fate of trillions. The Emperor's eyes yet gleamed, and he felt the power pouring from his Master to alter the battle before them now. He followed the trails, observing through his own kiln of power, seeking understanding through the silence of observations, from experience. Taking every word, checking every path he could find within the force, he drank it all in, not a crumb would he let fall untouched without a studious touch. For he was the Emperor Darth Sidious' Hand, and whatever came to or from the Master he would not let go unoticed lest he miss a way to give his passion strength, through strength power, through power victory, and through victory his worthiness. TAG: LordT, BobaMatt -----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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Saintheart Title: RPF Manager/Kensai Emeritus Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 11/5 6:03pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/5 6:05pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Saintheart
	OOC: Finally got a chance to post up; I was out all yesterday. Sooo... IC - Karm Ahto and Lando Calrissian Alliance Briefing Room, Taris Karm Ahto chewed his lip as Boba Fett volunteered for the mission to Ruusan. The man was arguably the most mercenary character in the galaxy, and there was a supreme irony to the situation given that he was now aiding the Rebellion to investigate a place held sacred to those who had killed his father: the Jedi. Said Jedi being Karm Ahto's own master, to be exact. He couldn't feel the Force, of course, but there were too many currents of coincidence swirling around the Valley of the Jedi already -- Katarn's presence here, the discovery of his talent by Sol Curran, Ahto's own presence here against most of the odds. It was almost as if the Valley wanted them to be there... Not that it mattered. Whilst missing an Alliance action against the Empire would be unfortunate to say the least, he'd taken on the responsibility of trying to train Kyle Katarn to better use his abilities, and beginnings were, as Master Windu had once said, always delicate times. Especially in the case of someone learning to use the Force at an advanced age, as Kyle was. "I'm willing to go to Ruusan with Katarn," he said, gruffly, getting to his feet. "I've a, you might say, historical interest in the Valley of the Jedi. My clan gathered many tales in their travels, and there's accounts I've seen of at least the Valley's layout. It will be very interesting to see how much of it remains true." Which was the truth, from a certain point of view. Padawans were taught the overall history of the Jedi Order, and the Seventh Battle of Ruusan stood out as a major turning point in that history -- the point at which the Jedi Order melded itself ever more closely to the Republic. Even if the hyperspace routes to Ruusan had been lost, Lord Hoth's sacrifice to destroy the Brotherhood of Darkness was remembered -- and noted as the point where the nexus of the Force that was the Valley first formed, for whatever reason. Across the room, Lando Calrissian, sitting next to Han, raised his eyebrows. "Wonder where they dug up that old relic?" he murmured to Han. "Having said that," the old man continued, turning to Muri Mikaru, "The Kuat mission sounds eminently suited to the talents of a Mandalorian force. The difficult part, of course, is getting out and away. So I've also thought of a way to keep at least the Empire's capital ships off your tails once you've accomplished your missions." "As most of you would remember," he began, "at Kamino recently we used the Empire's own artificial gravity generators against the Eclipse. How we did it was to recalibrate our capital ships' navicomputers to decant from hyperspace on detection of a smaller mass shadow than normal. The Eclipse was generating a mass shadow in hyperspace, smaller than a planet though it was ... and by recalibrating the navs to leave hyperspace on encountering that mass shadow, our boarding parties managed to bypass the fleet that was protecting the ship -- we skipped through that fleet via hyperspace and decanted no more than four hundred metres from the ship. It's exactly what Jehavey'irs were designed for -- Mandalore the Preserver materialised fifty metres off the bows of Republic warships by the same technique." "I've been thinking more about that. Assume the Empire has at least one Imperial Star Destroyer on station at Kuat. It's highly unlikely to be sitting within Kuat's gravity well; they'll be on station outside the shipyard, and the shipyard is in orbit already. An ISD is a good kilometre long. Its artificial gravity generators have to cover that entire distance. Which means it, too, is generating a mass shadow in hyperspace." "Now then. We know what happens if you don't have safety protocols enabled on your nav computers: you fly right through a planetary mass, it's flipped back into realspace, and it destroys the ship. So here's my thought: load a couple of starfighters up with a big load of explosives. Have an R2 unit fly them. Then disable the safety protocols on their nav computers, have them decant on reaching the centre of the ISD's mass shadow and ..." The old man pushed his hands together and then pushed them apart. "Boom. Sheer velocity together with the explosives guarantees massive damage -- enough to at least cripple an ISD on one shot, maybe destroy it if it comes out close enough to the ISD's main reactor." The old man set his hands on his hips. "That's how you kill an ISD with one starfighter. And you bypass their shields and defences ... because you're bypassing them in hyperspace." TAG: Kahn, HS29, everyone, BobaMatt -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood . Yes, I'm still here, but can only check in x1 per day. Please be patient!
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Sawn_Kassal Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 11/5 7:36pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	NPC: ARC Trooper Alpha-13 “Gunlock” Taris Streets, before the Alliance meeting. The Master of virtually every type of weaponry knew he was getting through to Boba, but there was still the ice in his veins and the venom in his voice. His face turned cold, as if he’d suddenly become ready for combat. Sliding his helmet on, he spoke now through the vocabulator. “Only that regardless of the fact he raised you and only trained us, you’re still a clone Boba. Remember that. That makes him just as much our Father as yours. You have a niece and nephew born under similar circumstances to our own. I’m not asking for a teaparty, just that you realize that you’re not the only one out there that’s part of Clan Fett.” He walked to the side, choosing his words carefully. Gunlock knew damn well he was treading on hollow ground with Boba, but nevertheless, he wanted to try and reach his brother and let him know that he didn’t have to live alone anymore. “Boba, your entire life you’ve lived alone. Never had any contact with anyone, no friends, family, or any of that sort. No one can live like that forever, not even you. Because eventually all that’s gonna occur is you dying of old age. No glory, no memory. So you were the best bounty hunter in the galaxy, another will rise to claim the title. Set your legacy in stone, fight with us” With that said, he was finished, activating his jetpack, he rocketed off into the skies of Taris. He saw so much of himself in Boba. The only difference being Gunlock had been completely encompassed in the Clone Wars and it’s missions against the Separatists. Dedicated to their cause and Boba was dedicated to the job. It wasn’t until he met Zarith that he was taught the value of relationships. He and Calo’s meeting had been one of a common idea: the idea that Order 66 was ridiculous and wrong. Turning the Republic’s soldiers on the Jedi, who were the Guardians of the Republic for centuries. One of those Guardians was his brother Calo’s love, and would’ve been the mother of his child. Instead her dna, combined with Calo’s was used to produce Lorah, Calo’s daughter. Gunlock’s own blood had brought about a son, whom he named Jaster after the very Mandalorian who taught Jango all he knew. The irony brought a smile upon Gunlock’s lips. Even in the dark times, even despite their professionalism and dedication to killing every piece of Imperial scum they came across. Somewhere down the line Gunlock and Calo both had become compassionate. Compassionate toward their children. Strange what kids will do to you he mused. Inwardly he thanked the stars that the Fett children had been kept safe by their lack of proper birth records and identification. Not only that, they’d always been taught to use a different last name. Only he, Calo, and Zarith knew their true identities. Maybe one day Boba would as well. TAG: Trimaj -----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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Sawn_Kassal Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 11/5 8:23pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Zarith Serar Taris, Alliance High Command He stood near Solo, hands in the pockets of his overcoat. Gone was the jolly old soul from the Horizon Hotel Bar earlier, back was the all business no bull bounty hunter/duelist that everyone on Taris knew well. His wartorn face was stone cold as he listened to Muri lay out the plan. Even he had to admit it was a good plan. Sounded good at the bar, but now it was getting better and better. Like a gift that kept giving. A meeting with the head honchos of the Rebel Alliance was the last place he’d ever of expected to be. But he was sure Han, Lando, and Muri had all considered the same thing at one time or another. Stepping forward, he spoke up “I have a ship that can get us onto Kuat undetected with a strike team. We could knock out the communications. So when the fleet comes out of hyperspace, they’ll have no way to track them or make a call to any of Imperial Fleet. That’ll give us more than enough time to trash the place and be gone before the Imps even get a hint that we were there” his attention focused on Sel as the newly christened Mandalore spoke up. "We've done a pretty good job with stealing ships," Sel spoke up in agreement. "I'm sure a couple of my men would be willing to help you take a couple more. And then blow up the rest of them." There’s my strike team. He thought to himself. He may be helping the Alliance, but he wasn’t a full fledged member yet as far as he was concerned. He still trusted the Mandalorians more than he would the Alliance Army and Navy. Part of him wondered if that whole Palpatine public service announcement couldn’t of been some actor hired to rally the Imperial dissidents against Vader. Force only knows. For now he would just have to settle with the fact that things were about to get alot uglier. TAG: All present -----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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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/5 8:27pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	OOC: Saintheart posted: ...and beginnings were, as Master Windu had once said, always delicate times. Are you sure Kota didn't train under Master Irulan Corrino? And I'm going to assume the conversation between Gunlock and Fett is postdated to before the Alliance briefing. Fair? Taris Briefing Until now, no one had paid the old woman any mind, except for her odd smell. She almost hadn't been let into the meeting, but the smugglers had assured security that she checked out and she was let, rather uncertainly, into the meeting, where she sat, wheezing and bobbing in and out of consciousness. After Ahto's grand speech, however, her raspy voice could be heard rising above the murmur. "Vima will go with them," she said, and all eyes were suddenly upon her, "She still remembers some things about being a Jedi. Vima might be a help." She shrugged. That was all she had to say. TAG: The Assembly (WHAT HAPPENED TO SEREMELA??!!) Ruusan Above the planet... The enemy forces were regrouping elsewhere, and it wasn't until too late that Knife realized the tactics being used. Suicide bombings. He'd already lost one capship before he ordered a retreat, reorganized his fighter screens to intercept. The next capital ship targetted was not destroyed, but was left drifting, firing escape pods. And too soon, there was a hole in the Nagai defenses. And before Knife could reorganize, there were already Imperials breaking through. TAG: TGI Coruscant Apartment Syal flicked the lights on. Given the circumstances, Wedge hadn't brought much luggage. Still, she wanted to make this comfortable for Wedge. The apartment was grand, mostly whites and grays with hints of black. An elegant living area, a functional but shiny kitchen, entertainment systems, a fully functional high powered HoloNet tranceiver...it was simple, but sweeping. The Fels were not gaudy with their wealth, but rather quietly impressive. Syal ushered her brother to the couch. Soontir was, for now, dealing with official debriefing business elsewhere. She put tea on, and returned to find Wedge just as she'd left him. He seemed shaken. "Sorry about the circumstances, but..." she groped for words, "I'm so glad to see you." TAG: Scrufflover, Peng -----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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Kahn_Iceay Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 11/5 8:52pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2 - Date Edited: 11/5 9:16pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Kahn_Iceay
	Captain Muri Mikaru Taris, Impromptu Alliance Command Center Muri listened to the responses and replies to his plan. When the one he'd come to know as the new Mandalore spoke up he took to listen, "We've done a pretty good job with stealing ships," the Mandalorian nodded. "I'm sure a couple of my men would be willing to help you take a couple more. And then blow up the rest of them." Muri nodded back, in thanks and recognition. This was good, very good. As good as his people, as a whole and on the Lining were at fighting, Mandalorians were infinitely more adept at the role of shocktroopers then the Echani were, save maybe the Sun Guard, but he wouldn't go into that. Other discussions could be heard, murmurs, whispers, nothing Muri could quite make out. Though it wasn't all to unexpected, his idea was a tad crazy but Muri had that reputation. Not many people would dare take on an Imperial ship, even fewer would do it in a century old bulk cruiser running at minimal effective crew. But that was also this plans blessing, it wasn't an expected plan, nobody would expect a rag tag group of smugglers running gods know how many different types of freighters attacking Kuat, in the heart of the Empire. But Muri new the plan needed more, and thankfully an older Mandalorian had just what the plan needed. Muri listened as the man talked about a battle against something called the Eclipse, whatever that was he didn't know, at least not yet. The older Mando talked about how they had adjusted the navigational systems on their ships to bypass certain gravitational shadows allowing them to exit hyperspace past the escort of this Eclipse and appear within the Silver Linings full length of the target. This brought back memories Muri had of his history lessons as a child, memories the elder man confirmed when he mentioned Jehavey'irs and Mandalore the Preserver. Then the man really impressed Muri. "Now then. We know what happens if you don't have safety protocols enabled on your nav computers: you fly right through a planetary mass, it's flipped back into realspace, and it destroys the ship. So here's my thought: load a couple of starfighters up with a big load of explosives. Have an R2 unit fly them. Then disable the safety protocols on their nav computers, have them decant on reaching the centre of the ISD's mass shadow and ..." Muri watched as the old man used his hands to emphasis the next word. "Boom. Sheer velocity together with the explosives guarantees massive damage -- enough to at least cripple an ISD on one shot, maybe destroy it if it comes out close enough to the ISD's main reactor. Muri nodded quietly for a minute. "I remember, when I was a younger man, reading about these Jehavey'irs and Mandalore the Preserver and others. Despite our differences, despite the posturing of you calling us Dancers and us calling you Brutes, the Echani have for the longest time held the Mandalorians in a place of respect. You are our rivals, our Children read of you, our Elders tell stories of ancient conflicts, and I remember. The Battle of Serroco, your forces under the command of Mandalore the Ultimate if I remember correctly, bombed the world with Nuclear missiles, routed the Republic fleet, and captured the Republic flagship." "It was that battle that convinced my people to take a more keen interest in your style of ship production and weapons. This idea of yours. Its quite ingenious. Its something the Empire wouldn't expect, a hyperspace kamikaze attack. I don't even know if anything has ever been done of the likes before. The only issue would be getting the starfighters and explosives to spare. Though I suppose I could try and get some from my family, a few fighters won't be missed too much I suppose." Then, finally, Zarith added in his contribution, which he'd been waiting for. Muri took a deep breath and grined, "This insanity just might work." Tag: Taris -----signature----- "Might have been the losing side, still not convinced it was the wrong one." - - Not all heroes are pure
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Sawn_Kassal Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 11/5 9:16pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	IC: Flint Torul II Coruscant Orbit The Theta-class shuttle, known as Death’s Reflection emerged from hyperspace above Coruscant, it’s Master’s personal mission having been completed. A disturbance in the Force left him shaken...pain. Hurt. His Master was in indescribable pain. Not physical, but emotion. What in the hell could have possibly caused this? Could something of befallen the Prince? Or was it something else? Then came an even more chilling revelation, he felt the dark presence of the old Emperor, Palpatine. Or rather, Darth Sidious as he was known. His thought process was interrupted by an incoming transmission. "Torul! I trust you've heard the news. I'm glad to see you still serve our Master. You will be terrifying on the battlefield." Oh would he. His self-imposed exile on Korriban had taught him much about the dark ways under XoXaan’s tutelage. His power was rapidly growing, though he was still nowhere near the Prince, he was far beyond all the little Inquisitors now. “I’m afraid not High Inquisitor,” was his reply. “I only know I was given a signal to return to Coruscant at once after I felt a quake in the Force. What has happened?” perhaps now he would get the answers to his questions. TAG: Matt -----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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BobaMatt Title: TFN EU Staff Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 11/5 9:23pm Subject: Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 2
	Coruscant Over Coruscant "Vjun has fallen. Prakith has fallen. Empress Teta has fallen. Palpatine has returned from beyond the grave, my friend," Tremayne spoke gravely as he steered his ship into the main traffic lanes. "I'm going to see our master now. Accompany me." The shuttle broke atmosphere and made for the palace. TAG: Sawn -----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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