SWRPF Archive ~100 ABY, The Force Cold War~

IC: Zayl
Senex Orbit

The bombs went off. Much too early and it wasn't Zayl that detonated them. Another presence had reached out, seizing his shadow bombs, and before he could do anything about it the presence squeezed and detonated his improvised mines.

Sith, Zayl concluded, and was unhappy with what the explosives showed him. They were old like his StealthX because their manufacturers - Sienar - had built them to compete with Incom's stealth fighter. They were modeled after the signature TIE design - and, to be more specific, the TIE Bomber - and it took Zayl a moment to realize that these were Blurs. The bombs and now these fighters...it wasn't hard to figure out who would be piloting them.

The explosions revealed the fighters but as soon as it died down they vanished. And then started shooting. Zayl immediately pulled on his flight stick, weaving and spinning his fighter around to try to avoid them. Unfortunately, unlike Rem, Zayl didn't realize what was really going on until turbolasers started flashing all around him.

The fighters had centered them into the VSD's field of fire! Zayl immediately changed course to try and avoid this new threat-

-voices, trillions of them, suddenly screamed-

-and then Zayl was slammed against his restraints as his StealthX started spinning.

Too many things were going on here.

As he struggled to get his StealthX under control he heard Rem's voice, asking for him to report. Straightening out his fighter, Zayl was able to finally get a bearing on his surroundings and see that the reason for his spin was that the VSD or something had managed to hit him; an S-Foil was gone. Otherwise, he reported, "Unharmed."

"I'm moving on the convoy while we still have the chance! Do whatever you can, Zayl! We need to get back and find out what the hell is going on!"

They were severely outmatched and retreat was probably the best option - he, like Rem, really wanted to know what was going on - but they still had a job to do. The thought pf making a jump came to mind but Zayl pushed the suggestion to the side. A jump they would do...after he helped Rem. He wasn't going to leave his comrade by himself. As Rem moved on to the convoy, Zayl reached out to the Force and then closed it around him, trying to hide from the Siths' senses while he pulled away in a separate direction from Rem.

Hopefully, with Rem heading for the convoy, attention would be focused on him, allowing not only Zayl to try and cloak himself from the Sith but his StealthX's systems could try and hide him from his enemies' sensors. When they tried to gun for Rem to stop him, he would come up behind them and hopefully shoot down a couple. He may try to have his own bombing run on the convoy but that would be if time allowed it; they really needed to get out of here.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Dark Sun
*Space* Orinda

Bothans, she hated the species in genral, but that Admiral she hated the most right now. He was too stupid to be flying anything but a waste freighter. Since it would be a few hours her com said, she took a nap. Darkness surrounded her, as she ran the last few yards too the door. Dark Sun studied the door for any more traps and there were none. She had spent the last few hours taking her time since the first trap almost took her feet with it. Dark Sun laid her bag down, a bag she carried ever since. Its compact size held almost everything she ever needed on a mission, but her weapons, that she carried always. She reached out to the door and....She woke up to a beeping sound.

Dark Sun streched as best that she could and looked at the read outs on her scanners. Then realized it was another beeping sound, it was a comm from another sith. She let her fingers do the walking and pressed several buttons to turn off her active scanners and pressed a preprogrammed reply. "You never know who it really is," she thought. Two beeps and a ping went out to the sender, it would show, "I am here travel agent, where am I." When it was decoded in a sith computer, "I am here, where are we headed too?"

TAG: Kahn_Iceay Darth Avarice

 

IC: Zayl
Senex Orbit

It seemed that - despite losing an S-Foil - the StealthX and thus Zayl had been able to vanish which was the only luck that the Knight has managed to have throughout this whole adventure. Peeling away from Rem, allowing the enemy fighters to pass him and focus on the other Knights, Zayl whirled the StealthX back around to continue after the convoy and give Rem that cover.

He wondered if Rem would even need help truth be told. As Zayl watched, not only did he manage to make out Rem flying around, weaving and dodging, through a storm of laserfire, but he saw the other man still manage to take out that Dreadnaught single-handedly. And killing off that capital ship caused a chain reaction throughout the convoy, transport ships stopping, jumping, or just falling into Senex's atmosphere to crash down upon the surface. The transports must've been slaved to the Dreadnaught. Had Rem known that or had that just been a lucky break for-

"Now would be a good time for you to do something, Zayl."

Despite the amazing feats that he had just witnessed, Zayl was now able to see that Rem would indeed need help. Taking this chance, the Knight put the acceleration of his fighter to full, armed his bombs and lasers, and fired. The red lasers raced forth to strike at their targets and behind them the shadow bombs flew forward. No stealth this time, he just sent those bombs out as fast as they could towards the enemy fighter formation and detonate them just as quickly so a repeat of before won't happen.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

Nevais System, Outer Edge
Anothelis Corridor ?Defense Squadron?
X-3 Dagger Squadrons: Sparrow and Hawk
Aeternus-class Interceptor Squadrons: Blue and Indigo
Brynhildr-class Assault Craft Squadron: Cutter

Derak-class Prowler: Avril (Stealthed)

The time had come, Commander Zheng watched the mass of A-11 interceptors drop out of hyperspace right between the mines. Doubtlessly the ships would appear on the scanners of the other ships in the area and their defensive systems would kick in. Tributing to that fact was the sudden energy spike from the direction of the other ships. Most clearly the Dark Secret, and the Hrist.

Zheng's thumb was poised over the detonation trigger on his command chair. A button unique to the Prowler command chairs. But something kept him from pressing it. ?Just a moment more.? He expected a mothership, or two, not what he got. One hundred Bothan Assault Cruisers decanted in the midst of the minefield, far two many to disable, but far to many to not have some get hit. Ignoring his shock for a moment he pressed the detonation button

There was a series of bright flashes, 18 flashes. Spheres of expanding ion and electromagnetic energy erupting in the midst of the countless ships brought to bear down on the Remsian Republic. A trap had been set to catch a single man, it was tripped by countless hundreds. However only half of the Avril's mission was completed, now it had to deliver a message. The prowler tilted on its axis, flipping end over end, and slingshoted into hyperspace, towards Remsi Prime.

Templar-class Star Destroyer: Dark Secret,
Fleet Captain Darkholm

Darkholm watched as the fighters decanted, but stayed the order to attack. He knew the Prowler would set off mines first. Launching any missiles would be lost regardless of what kind of mines were detonated, any other fire would just serve to scatter the targets and likely lessen the effectiveness of the mines. So Darkholm waited. And then the Avengeance Incident happened again, and again, and again, one hundred times the Avengeance, ships of her class winked into existence along the exit of the corridor.

?By Harmony...? someone said, he wasn't quite sure which of his bridge crew it was, and frankly he didn't blame them. Eighteen flashes registered on the ships sensors. Part of Darkholm had wished they were NOVA mines, but sadly, unfortunately, they were EMPIONs. The sensors didn't pick up which or how many ships were disabled if any, but it didn't matter.

?All Ships open fire!?

Across the hull of the Dark Secret weapons ports opened, 10 Dual Turbolasers lifted out of their armored ports, accompanied by the ten turbolaser blisters, akin to those of the old Dreadnaught class, they opened fire. Thirty of the ships Laser cannons, the ships only six ion cannons, and forty of the sixty warhead launchers all fired volley after volley. Had the Dark Secret been armed with NOVA missiles the barrage would have been truly devastating, but with only concussion missiles, it was not the knock out punch needed against a Fleet this size. No, none of the ships combined were that, but they had to do what damage they could.

Aesir-class Destroyer: Hrist,

Captain Narrna obeyed the fleet captains orders to a tee. The Hrist 4 main turbolasers pivoted to a single target, and the additional 20 laser cannons raised out of their ports and took aim. And much like the Dark Secret the Hrist only carried concussion missiles, and only 6 of them could target front, but, Narrna turned the weakness into an advantage by having the ship target only a single cruiser.

Baldr-class Cruisers: Sword of Shadows and Guardian of Night,
Leviathan-class Assault Ship: Forge of Stars,
Oden-class Corvette: Storm Hammer,

The Sword of Shadows, Guardian of Light, Forge of Stars and Storm Hammer all opened fire on a single target. The 4 ships targeting one to maximize the effectiveness of their weapons. More than two dozen weapons bombarded the Bothan cruiser nearest

 

IC: Dark Sun
Orinda

Dark Sun recieved and thought for a second and engaged the engines towards that area. She kepted radio silence until she was aboard, but morse code was not out. She flicked her lights once, just too let the Captian know she was there. When allowed, she entered the ship and followed who did the directing. Time was starting to move, and she needed to be prepared for anything.

TAG: Kahn_Iceay

OOC: Sorry for the short one, was not sure where to go from there.

 

IC: Dade Leviathan
Temple of Twilight Meditation Chambers

The force swirled around the small, sparsely furnished room. A single meditation mat sat in the middle with a small tea table sitting next to it. A cup of steaming tea sat upon the table, with a still burning cigara sitting in an ashtray beside it. A robed figure meditated upon the mat, his body floating a few inches above the ground with the assistance of the force. Dade Leviathan, Kage of the Templars of Twilight, was meditating and he was concentrating hard, as he always did. The force wrapped him in a warm blanket and he was able to see for miles, figuratively.

To an average force user, it might look like Dade was using battle meditation. This was not the case, but it nonetheless would be confusing. No, the force was not helping Dade to win the battle that he could feel the rippled of from far away (not that such a thing would even be possible). No, the force was helping the Kage listen to the signs. In his minds, puzzle pieces and thoughts clicked into place. To say that he had forseen these events would be a lie. To say that he expected them, however, would be a truth. True victory did not come from battles. It came from preparation. Dade knew this, and he assumed that the force behind the battle knew this as well. In fact, he knew who led the battle. At least he assumed heavily that he did. He had no proof yet, but he could only think of one person who would be daring enough to launch such an attack. And it had been one he had been expecting ever since Vincent had returned: Darth Insipid, or as he was calling himself now: Darth Mikaru.

To win true battles, to win utterly without thinking about the past or present but how the future would be took careful planning, and it took patience. Dade was old. Dade was very old, and he had learned long ago how to wait. Dade knew that his true strength came not in his force abilities, even though they were great. No, his true strength came in knowing when to act and when to do nothing and simply listen. He did not mire himself in silly ideas that one defeat was the end. Just because one lost a battle, even a whole war, did not mean that they were truly defeated. No, he knew that if planned properly, they would win the true battle before it had even begun. And Dade was confident that he had done just that.

Greyst, the immense Gen'dai templar had been given temporary command of the ground forces upon Sekot. He was the obvious threat, and Dade knew that Insipid would want to eliminate him. Dade knew that unless Insipid had somehow learned how to put a sun in his pocket, there was little he could do to truly destroy Greyst. Even if he did, he knew that Greyst would go to his death willingly if it would further the protection of the templars. But that was not it. He had sent a large group of Fire warriors, the most elite ones in fact, to accompany Greyst. Not only that, but they went dressed as Soldiers, their lightsabers hidden in simple compartments in their armor. If someone did try to attack greyst and the platoon he commanded, they would find that they were suddenly facing not one great Gen'dai, but also a whole group of nearly 10 highly trained Fire Warriors as well. Yes, Dade was certain that Greyst was not only the visible and most noticible target, but he was also safe. At least as safe as he could be without locking him in a giant lightsaber-proof box.

But Dade knew that he would be the real target if Insipid wished to truly strike a blow at the templars and make a serious wound. No matter what Insipid did, if Dade did not fall, the Templars would not surrender and they would most likely win. If Dade were to fall, however, the Templars would have lost its head. And without a head, a snake will die easily, no matter how potent the poison. And so Dade listened. And he waited. He would wait until the time was right. And then he would act. And not a moment sooner. Without closing his eyes, without losing any balance and without floating any lower to the ground, he gently reached down and t

 

[IC: Allegra Ziaen-Iceay ? Council Chambers, Jedi Temple, Corellia]

In a split second, before she could think, before she could even bat a lash of her own, a light flickered within, within her being, in life, within in the Force. The sound of a thousands, millions of souls crying out in pain, and yet another sharp flicker within the Force and a familiar shrill pierced through her mind. Through her very core, and she clutched to Kahn for support.

There was nothing, no words, no?actions that could explain the pain and the loss she felt even if it was slightly dampened by all that was taking place all at once. Yet this?connection?was one that could not be explained by the Force. It had been established within the womb. No Jedi had ever been able to explain it. Yet research had ceased many years ago ? and that is where it had been left.

Allegra clutched to Kahn praying to the Force that the pain would cease. Not even pregnancy hurt like this. Her head buried within the crook of his arm she tried to reach out, hoping that what she felt was just a misread within the bond between her and her twin. However there was always a gut wrenching feeling that it was not.

A few seconds had only passed yet Allegra tried to lift her head from Kahn?s arm.

[Tag]

 

IC: Fleet Admiral Pathfinder
RMSV Asgard

The Admiral watched as the warning shot grazed the outer edge of the task force. It was a Remsian tradition to give an enemy the chance to surrender. ?Status Ensign?? the admiral looked down at the young ensign, who by some sad irony, was Bothan. Not that that changed how the Admiral thought of his ensign, they were Remsians first individual cultures second, united by the wish for freedom from oppression.

?They got the message Sir, and are replying by arming weapons. They are also directing themselves along the orbital path of Zonama Sekot.?

The Admiral scowled, that was obviously their target. ?Ok, I want all the Sombers to Microjump between Zonama Sekot and the Bothan fleet. All starfighter squadrons that are in the air, microjump within range of the Enemy fleet and engage, have the Colcha's Legacy and her escorts follow for support, all other ships move to engage the fleet at sublight speed and range. Fighters are to avoid direct line of fire of all capital ships, Capital ships, break to allow our welcoming wagon a clear line of sight. Communications give me Fleet Admiral Keat.?

Fleet Admiral Keat
Remsi Prime Defense Control Center

The Fleet Admiral stood in the center of a room filled with displays, holographic and otherwise. There was a large fleet, dozens of Avengences all together, but this time, they were prepared.

?Sir. Fleet Admiral Pathfinder is hailing you.?

?Activate the HoloComm.? The central holographic display lit up and a torso up image of Pathfinder, a hulking human, of Ragithian Human decent, appeared. ?Admiral Pathfinder.?

?Admiral Keat. We've moved the ships to give your people a clear shot, please fire at will.?

?Will do Admiral.? Keat raised his voice so everyone could hear him, ?Alright, people show time!?

Behind him a young male captain began calling off statuses, ?Global Orbital Defense Network Online. Connection with orbital stations established. Stations Mishara, Mishura, Arko, Gemma, Dinsha, Bresha, and Gallows are within optimal targeting position to engage the enemy forces at Long range.?

?Seven out of Forty, not bad, not bad. All stations with targeting solutions, Fire.?

Global Orbital Defense Network (G.O.D. Network)
Orbital Defense Stations Mishara, Mishura, Arko, Gemma, Dinsha, Bresha, and Gallows
Remsi Prime Orbit

High above Remsi Prime, above the bubble of the worlds planetary shield, seven of the forty massive 200 meter long orbital guns took aim at their respected targets. Seven individual Bothan Assault Cruisers at the head of the task force. In the bowels of the massive structures their clustered fusion reactors began to whine as they pumped power into their single large Neutron Cannons. Massive directed energy weapons, so large only full scale capital ships could carry them, without a drastic downgrade in power.

At once seven bright blue lances of energy burned across the blackness of space, between gaps in the Remsian defense fleet. At the same time the Asgard opened fire with its second cannon, this time aimed at the nose of the ship they had warned earlier. And while the Asgards cannons were not as powerful as those of the Defense stations, they were no less deadly to a ship not expecting them.

Somber-class escort cruisers 1-40

The forty small one hundred and ten meter long escort ships preformed the the group microjump with pinpoint accuracy, to their credit. And every crew member on each ship knew they were just to act as a shield, a distraction, while the rest of the fleet moved in. Though numbered as they were, they would be lucky if they were able to go toe to toe with 10 of the Cruisers heading towards their new location.

No they were to hold this position and destroy any missiles launched at Zonama Sekot, any fighters of shuttles. And if worse came to worse each person on every ship would willingly give their lives to save Sekot, or any other planet in the Republic.

Vincent Mikaru
Dark Wolves Squadron + Ivory Dagger[/b

 

Vii Norra
Bothan Assault Cruiser Venture

Vii watched as Insipid ran, the coward, a foolish coward. She rose up, rubbing the burn marks that now covered her neck. As if a Wind Sage would not know how to use Force Deflection. She grabbed her saber and ran up around the corner to see Insipid's ship leaving the hanger and accelerating away from the ship. ?Well now the fleet will handle him... I guess now my job is to take control of this ship.?

She turned and started charging down the corridor, and it only took a moment to find a Bothan sent to find what the disturbance was. With a simple flick of the Force the Bothan's rifle was ripped from his hands and he was slammed into the wall, not hard enough to knock him out or kill him, but just enough to stun him. ?What is the name of this ship.?

He didn't answer quick enough so she applied more pressure to him against the wall. ?The Venture!? He cried out in pain.

She eased the pressure a bit, ?Good, now, where is the nearest turbolift to take me to the bridge.? He struggled against the wall, attempting to push himself away, which saw him slammed into the opposite side. ?Answer.?

?Down this corridor, third left.?

?Thank you.? With a swift flick of her wrist she sent him flying again, this time hard enough to render him unconscious, and set off down the corridor. It took her a few minutes, and several dead Bothans before she stepped into the Turbolift.

?Bridge.? As the lift shot upward through the ship she took a deep breath and centered herself for what she assumed would be a very difficult battle. The lift came to a stop and the door opened revealing a room filled with many a Bothan. Armed and unarmed. She smiled as the turned to face her, ?Hello gentlemen. I've been sent by the Remsian Republic to inform you that you frelled up.? Her left hand flicked up and a storm of Force Lightning erupted from her fingertips filling the immediate area around the turbolift with electricity.

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Dark Sun
(Inside Black Abyss)

Her canopy popped open and grabbing the Z-95's lip, she flipped out and landed easily to the bay's floor. Her robes swirled violently from the jump, but settled quickly. Her brown eyes swept the area and landed on the figure with the cane. Barely nodding to him, she stayed were she stood. "I am Dark Sun, I was told to meet you."

As she spoke, she took his measure and smiled slightly, "He is a formable person," she thought. Looking back at her ship and back to the man, "I would say, that is a tight fit. I hope that you are not going to have visitors anytime soon." Dark Sun stayed were she stood, relaxed, and ready too move if this turned into a trap of some sort.

TAG: Kahn_Iceay (Darth Avarice)

 

Lord Avarice

Avarice watched silently as the young woman flipped out of the cockpit and landed on the deck. ?Is she attempting to impress me? Interesting...? As the woman nodded he returned, a small nod. ?Hmm, Dark Sun is it? Interesting. I am Lord Avarice." He eyed the space left with the Headhunter in the cargo hold, ?You could say that squeezing big things into small spaces is a small hobby of mine.?

?Now we've been sent here for a very important reason. Come.? Avarice turned on his heal and headed down the path leading down the center of the ship, towards the cockpit. The Black Abyss had been positioned to face the planet. ?On this planet, Orinda, is Moff Matthias Kya. Kya is very very important to Our plans.? Avarice pressed a button, bringing up a small display of the recent bombings around the galaxy. ?Recently several key worlds were attacked by bombings. Including Bastion. By happenstance, the ships that were bombed destroyed the Imperial Palace, killing ?His Imperial Highness? and leaving the Empire without a leader. We are going to supply that leader.?

?Kya has the ability to take the throne, but so do many other Moffs. But Kya is the one most likely to bend to our will. As such, we need to make sure that he does try to take the throne, and that he does succeed.? He shifted the display to show Orinda's orbital defenses. ?This planet has Eight Pelleon-class Super Star Destroyers, eight Turbulent-class Star Destroyers, and Eight Imperial-class Destroyers. Formidable yes, but utterly useless.?

?This ship is equipped with an electronic warfare system that will make it seem as though its invisible to sensors. Eyes might still see us, but that is why the ship is painted black. Once we are past this blockade we are to make our way to the Imperial Fortress upon this world. That is where the problems will begin. It is currently night, so we won't be seen easily, but once we land there will be problems. And as much as I dislike to say it, this is a mission that even a Lord as myself cannot handle alone without chances of failure.?

?So here is what we are going to do.? He pressed a series of buttons and the display switched to that of an imposing imperial fortress, of the classic imperial design. ?We will land our ships here. I will release you and your fighter once we have bypassed the blockade and are in atmo, from there we will land in this small clearing. If things go wrong I believe chasing two targets is much more difficult than that of chasing one. But after we land. We will make our way to the wall of the fortress, which is a 2 kilometer distance.?

?From there we will make our way in via the service access tunnels. This world is heavily defended so the access tunnels have only light guards, perhaps a little more. Inside the fortress however, there will be heavy troop movement, and the intelligence my Master gave my lists Imperial Knights as Kya's personal guard. They will be a small issue to contend with.? He cut the display and eyed Dark Sun, ?Now this mission is an unusual one, there will be lots of blaster fire, and I have seen what happens when a well trained lightsaber combatant is overwhelmed by fire. So we have been supplied with light armor from,? Avarice smiled, ?Lord Mikaru's benefactors, as well as a two blaster rifles, I believe their called Type-310's or something quaint like that.?

?We are to keep the fact that we are lightsaber wielders secret for as long as possible in this mission. We want the get to those knights thinking that they are fighting what they have come to know as ?Combat Forms? artificial force users who act as mercenaries for certain groups. At least from what I'm told. Once we reach the knights however we will be free

 

OOC: Ok, sorry for the delay

IC: Dark Sun
(Inside Black Abyss)

Dark Sun watched the man look at the bay, and smiled faintly as he spoke, ?You could say that squeezing big things into small spaces is a small hobby of mine.? Then she followed her partner to the command deck, taking in all that she saw, which was not much.
Lord Avarice was full of information to get, but she had the mind to listen and keep her eyes and mind open to remember everything.

?We are to keep the fact that we are lightsaber wielders secret for as long as possible in this mission. We want the get to those knights thinking that they are fighting what they have come to know as ?Combat Forms? artificial force users who act as mercenaries for certain groups. At least from what I'm told. Once we reach the knights however we will be free to kill them as we see fit.? Avarice then began moving back down the corridor, ?Follow me.?

After sometime of button pushing and looking at information that he had, she quickly came to decide that this Moff had to be captured not killed, which she always hated. Killing was her field, not capture if possible, but she would do what is needed for this job. Then she stopped for what he said next.

?This ship is equipped with an electronic warfare system that will make it seem as though its invisible to sensors. Eyes might still see us, but that is why the ship is painted black. Once we are past this blockade we are to make our way to the Imperial Fortress upon this world. That is where the problems will begin. It is currently night, so we won't be seen easily, but once we land there will be problems. And as much as I dislike to say it, this is a mission that even a Lord as myself cannot handle alone without chances of failure.?

She almost let show on her face the shock, that a Lord admitted such a weakness, but what he has mentioned so far she nodded the possible chance of failure even for her. Then she realize the full chance of dieing and failing the Dark Lord in his next words.

?So here is what we are going to do.? He pressed a series of buttons and the display switched to that of an imposing imperial fortress, of the classic imperial design. ?We will land our ships here. I will release you and your fighter once we have bypassed the blockade and are in atmo, from there we will land in this small clearing. If things go wrong I believe chasing two targets is much more difficult than that of chasing one. But after we land. We will make our way to the wall of the fortress, which is a 2 kilometer distance.?

Dark Sun nodded her acceptence of the coming fun. Yes fun, for she had only two duels and her palette was barely wetted with those. Now, the thoughts of mass killing was here, and she was almost drooling at the possiblities of it. However her thoughts of walking straight to the fortress was nulled by his next words.

?From there we will make our way in via the service access tunnels. This world is heavily defended so the access tunnels have only light guards, perhaps a little more. Inside the fortress however, there will be heavy troop movement, and the intelligence my Master gave my lists Imperial Knights as Kya's personal guard. They will be a small issue to contend with.? He cut the display and eyed Dark Sun, ?Now this mission is an unusual one, there will be lots of blaster fire, and I have seen what happens when a well trained lightsaber combatant is overwhelmed by fire. So we have been supplied with light armor from,? Avarice smiled, ?Lord Mikaru's benefactors, as well as a two blaster rifles, I believe their called Type-310's or something quaint like that.?

?We are to keep the fact that we are lightsaber wielders secret for as long as possible in this mission. We want the get to those knights thinking that they are fighting what they have come to know as ?Combat Forms? artificial force users who act as mercenaries for certain groups. At least from what I'm told. Once we reach the knight

 

IC: Clan Arbiter Huri Tashiro
Nebula-class Star Destroyer The Morganus

Huri Tashiro had been an arbiter of the Clan for 7 years, and had been one of the most senior members of the Family Tashiro for more than a decade. He was considered prime candidacy for the status of Clan Elder and was at one point thought to be the next candidate for Sovereign, but Artus, a man Huri admits is wiser than him, took that position. But now, at 37 years old he had received an honor, being the captain of the Morganus a ship that had served the Clan for nearly 90 years.

Back after the New Republic had taken Coruscant the Mikaru Clan put their financial and technological support behind the government. One of the very first things they did was put support into the Defender Ship Design Program. This program, which eventually shifted into the New Class program gave birth to several ship classes, the Majestic-class, Defender-class Carriers and Starfighters, and the Endurance. But the most powerful design to be born of the program was the Nebula-class Star Destroyer, the class to which the Morganus belonged.

The Mikarus had purchased the ship with the intent of continuing to improve upon the modernization program. By seeing how effective modified systems, new weapons, engines, anything operated on the new chassis design the Mikarus could use that information to better design newer ships and systems. A tunned up reactor, a modified point nine hyperdrive, a black reinforced hull, and a overpowered reinforced shield system. The ship also received an additional 40 cannons, but not of the type that most ships received in this day and age. Unlike the laser cannons and turbolasers that most capital ships get in an upgrade, the Morganus got 40 electromagnetic powered rail cannons.

During the Yuuzhan Vong war she participated in several battles, and she had an uncharacteristically high kill to loss rate than most other ships on the New Republic side of the war. For every fighter she lost she generally killed 2-3, and her use of ballistic weapons was somewhat more effective than the standard lasers and turbolasers because they traveled at a different speeds with each round, and their lack of electronics and exhaust made them hard to track. And the fact that gravity from dovain bassals altered their trajectory her gunners learned to 'arc' rounds so that the pull of gravity actually pulled the rounds around the gravity wells.

The Ships high kill rate earned her the nickname Vongbuster by her crew and the clan. Just before the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of Coruscant a top mounted heavy 46cm cannon that fired electromagnetically propelled Nuclear Warheads akin to the Proton Torpedo. This cannon was used to provide covering fire during the invasion, while the clan population evacuated on their own ships, or to the Morganus herself. Using a tactic in which the cannon fired a round around the planet in an orbital loop, the round came around behind a Suuv Ban D'Krid and destroyed it.

The ship had a rich and proud history, and now, at 85 years old she still served with distinction as the clans largest and most popular ship. And at this moment, she was accelerating through hyperspace beyond the limit her hyperdrive was meant to handle. Not long before the crew had been watching the Senatorial Meeting via the holonet when the impostor 'Darth Mikaru' had appeared and addressed the Senate. This alone had Huri order the engineers to pump emergency power into the Hyperdrive to spin it up quicker. When the holonet suddenly crashed Huri had ordered an Emergency jump right away to Coruscant and had ordered his navigational officer to preform the near impossible.

The ship suddenly began to rock, not violently, but noticeably. They had hit the planets gravity well, normally an instant stop for a ship, but the Morganus had a Hyperwave Inertial Momentum Sustainer. This system, commonly called the HIMS allowed a ship to maintain hyperspace for a short while during a gravity well. Its original purpose was to

 

IC: Dade Leviathan
Meditation Chamber in the Temple of Twilight


"He is going to crash," a soft, androgynous voice said through the force and Dade sighed. "Thank you for letting me know," he replied back to the voice of Sekot. So, Insipid was going to crash, either out of the fact that his ship had been defeated or because he was intentionally trying to crash. Dade really didn't care why he was crashing. It didn't change the fact that he was going to crash.

The confrontation would soon be at hand. But a bigger problem was at hand at the moment: Dade was out of tea. Without opening his eyes, he gently moved his right hand. The pot slowly moved from its heating plate over to his tea cup, and poured itself, pouring a decent measure of black aromatic tea into it. Another move of the hand, and the pot slowly glided back to its place. Lowering his hand, Dade focused. As he did so, his vision went from the blackness of the force, through the meditation room, and out into the wilderness of Sekot. The wilderness was still untouched for the moment. Various military personnel were mobilizing to their posts, others were preparing for the defense against the soon to come invasion. Others were escorting the last of the non-military citizens into the caverns below the surface, where they would be safe, provided the defenses of Sekot held.

His vision returning to the warm dark of the force, Dade took a soothing sip of tea. It was still not time to act. He would know when the time came. For now, he would enjoy his tea.

Tag: Sinre; Kahn; Kev

 

IC: Norn Dukai

The sensation of having someone in your mind was a disturbing one. The fact that she had broken through his prepared mental barriers was an even more disturbing fact. But what he felt, what he sense through this sudden mental bond was not disturbing. It was surprising. It wasn't a deranged mind, or the mind of a killer, it was confused. It had been assumed, and now confirmed to him, that these people were not necessarily fully aware of what they are. Or even volunteers for what had been done to them.

Norn felt sorrow. Sadness. He'd known that he'd killed before in the name of the Empire, perhaps even killed innocents in the name of the Empire. But the realization that he had killed people he thought were enemies but were in fact not in control of what they were or how they were acting, it made him regret. Friends he thought preferring to speak to her on the mental level, to help her understand, Yes friends. They are my friends, they come to my aid, but they do not, I do not, have to be your enemy. I can be your friend.

What has been done to you, what has been done to the others, isn't fair. You had your friends taken from you, you were taken from them. Me and My friends can undo this. We can help you. We can be your friends. We can help you make new friends. You can use the gifts you have been given, to help. And we can help you learn to fully use your gifts. We can, if you, or any of the other want, to try and undo what has been done to you, to try and return you to your old lives.

Norn lowered his sabers, as a sign that he meant what he said. He also believed what he said, and knew she would be able to tell that. I regret having to kill the others. It was not my wish to take anyones life. But had I not done so I would not be here. I would not be able to offer you the chance for something new. For something for yourselves.

You are like me, you are gifted, you have the ability to bring about change, to make things better everywhere. That is my goal, that is the goal of my friends in the Fighters. There are those with our gifts who would abuse them. There are those, like the professor who would abuse you, and others like you, for their own gains. We are not like that. We want to promote peace over all else. We want a better existence, regardless of the cost to ourselves. We don't have to be enemies. We can help you, you can help us, but first, you must choose to help yourselves and the others. Do that, and I promise, I promise on my Honor I will do everything within my power to help you.

Vincent Mikaru I

"Why hello, Vincent! It has been a while, hasn't it? Is that a warning shot, I imagine?" The Ivory Daggers sensors detected a power build up from the freighter. "I'm a bit busy, you see, my friend, so you'll have to catch up!" The freighter shot off into hyperspace, the coward that Insipid was, was fleeing. Vincent quickly calculated a intercept jump, his destination was clear, but the solution was not so easy at hand.

Alarms rang out in the cockpit as the hyperdrive systems refused to kick in, a mass shadow was present, those mines. Vincent quickly calculated the closest mine using his sensors to identify the center of the current gravity well he was in. Using these calculations he sent firing solutions to a nearby Phoenix. He then ordered the Dark Wolves squadron to engage the fighters moving to defend the failing cruiser, then claim the cruiser for the Republic.

A white sphere, a tiny sun erupted into existence in the central mass of the shadow, taking with it the mine. The space clear, the Ivory Dagger shot off into hyperspace after the Solo-class freighter, skimming the other shadows, and being pulled out by the gravity well of Zonama Sekot. The calculations, targeting and jump had given Insipid enough time to move far ahead of the Dagger.

He was at the periphery of the fighters range, entering the atmosphere now. But the Dagger had speed. The two blade wings folded inward and the two ion drives burst into a bright blue fiery glow. The

 

IC: Dark Sun

?We will leave in two hours time minus a few minutes. The sun is setting now, we will need to wait till full darkness before we begin, so it is best to wait. I know, I wish to get started with this perhapses more than you do. But if there is something I have learned its patience is a weapon in itself. Once you change, you may place your normal clothes here in this locker. Are there any other questions??

"Nope, it is all clear and I will just keep my own stuff with me if you do not mind." Then with no further comment, she turned her back, and opened the case to see the outfit. Nodding her acceptence of it, she took out the uniform and slipping her own off over her head. Folding it revertly, she placed it in the case and started to slip on the other suit. Dark Sun should had forced or waited till the other left, but she really did not mind. All he got to see is the large Krat Dragon tattoo on her back and the few healed but lightly scarred skin. Smiling she continued to pull on the bottoms, and pulled the rest up and slipped her arms into it.

It was like it was made just for her, and no one else. It felt like a second skin, and it moved all in the right places for her build. Even the boots were snug, but not tight for her feet. If they were no longer wanted by her Master, than she may just keep it and use it for stealth missions later on. Than she tied her hair in a top knot, on top of her head and shook it too make sure it did not come loose. It did not and opened a small pouch on her belt. Taking out the non reflective lip stick, she applied it too her lips. Smacking them together, and feeling good about it, Dark Sun, snatched her belt and clipped it on. Then sought out places to put her sabers where they could not be seen, but decided to strap them too her back, for everyone will be in front...hopefully.

After thinking about some patience, she had to agree. So while she waited, she studyed the 310, and did a few excersises to get more of a "feel" of the new suit. It still surprised her still how it moved and stayed with her as she moved and twisted. She figured it was almost time, and not careing when Lord Avarice had left her alone, she was ready and went too her ship to check on it and prepare it for battle.

TAG: Kahn_Iceay (Lord Avarice)

 

IC: Zayl
Ylesia

Within the safety of hyperspace, Zayl was able to finally think now that the chaos was momentarily put on hold. Well...the immediate chaos of Star Destroyers and Sith-piloted fighters anyway. The galaxy seemed to still be shaken, or at least the Core anyway. When Zayl reached out, to try and get an idea of how far this violence went, he found it lessening the more he looked outwards. What happened? At one point they were just off on a mission, freeing slaves while pretending to be Jedi, and then they were fighting Sith, getting ambushed by Destroyers, and now this bit of craziness that came up during the middle of it.

Speaking of getting ambushed...how did they know that they had been coming at Senex? With a Destroyer having been right on top of them and squadrons of fighters that had been all around them...it wasn't coincidence at all. Those forces had been waiting for them. But how? A leak? No, the flight to Senex had been a sudden thing, neither him nor Rem having informed the Emperor or anyone else back at the Empire. Could it have been Rem? No, the other Knight had several opportunities to betray him and with the way those Sith ships had been intent on killing him and his successful disruption of the convoy, Zayl found it unlikely.

So...how? With their journey, the Knight had plenty of time to think, to go over the events. He started at the obvious point, to when they first decided to go to Senex. Could it have been one of the slaves that gave them in? A guard? No...the area had been clear. There had been him, Rem-

And a dying Sith hanging right above them.

Zayl blanched at the memory of Darth Verrick. The Knight had been sure that the Sith was going to die after having been impaled the way he had been during their duel. Could it be possible that he had survived? Or at least long enough to tell others about their journey to Senex? Damn, possibly. It was a good thing that neither he or Rem slipped any indications of what their true identities were.

A minor mishap then. They still managed to disrupt the convoy so they should be fine if Rem was right about Ylesia.

Which he wasn't. At least not about the Core Ship.

Much more prepared after Senex in case they ran into yet another surprised, Zayl quickly spun his StealthX away from the ship before Rem warned - did he just call Zayl his apprentice? - him. Big warship or not, the StealthX was years ahead of the Core Ship in terms of tech, even if it was damaged. But again, Zayl was going to make sure to watch out for any extra surprises as he and Rem flew towards the Core Ship.

TAG: Sinrebirth

 

[IC: Allegra Ziaen-Iceay ? Council Chambers, Jedi Temple, Coruscant]


His grip was secure, comforting and supportive as he lowered them both to the ground once orders were given. It took a moment until she heard his second calling to her, ?Love, are you alright? It?s passed.? Her vision was still clouded over, yet it returned within seconds and her brandy eyes slowly shifted their gaze to Kahn?s concerned face. They were hollow, like something was now missing. Allegra could barely open her lips to speak.

?Jaid.? Voice broken, weakness was evident. She spoke of her sister, her twin.

Soon things began to her return, her senses, she felt the cool floor beneath her, she smelt the familiar smell of the council chambers, even the foul stench of?well she wouldn?t mention that particular Jedi. Yet tears were still in her eyes, what she had felt was a pain like no other. A loss she had prayed she would never feel in all her life.

Allegra knew she was stronger than this. Even if she felt weak she used Kahn as leverage to help pull herself back onto her feet. Stumbling at first yet steadying herself in the end, her gaze turned to his once again. She was exhausted, the pain she felt having seemed to wipe any and all energy within him.

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Vincent Mikaru

Vincent, for his part, wasn't actually after Insipid to go after Insipid. Granted he wanted to take the mans head in his hands and twist it off manually so that he could see his own dying body. But revenge took a second place in cases like this, when there was an unguided freighter barreling its way towards the Temple. Vincent targeted the freighter with his proton torpedo system and transmitted the data to the nearest defense instillation.

?Destroy it now!? The sensors of any ship in the area would scream at the sudden influx of power in the area as a massive blue beam engulfed what had been Insipid's ship moments ago. But there was a problem for Vincent. The shortest a Neutron cannon blast could last was 15 seconds, and he'd hit it in less than 5. The Echani yanked up hard on the control yoke but it wasn't enough. The bottom and rear section of the fighter skimmed the blast, melting away the engines of the fighter.

Inertia alone carried the fighter past the rest of the blast but that inertia didn't last long. Within seconds the Ivory Dagger was barreling nose down straight to the woods on the outer edge of the temple grounds. Vincent cursed in Echani, in a manner that if translated to basic many a individual in the galaxy would blush with shame. A pale white fist slammed into the emergency ejection switch.

Bolts around the cockpit exploded, separating it from the rest of the fighter. A small repulsorlift kicked in and the module pushed off from the crashing hulk, leaving it plummet into the forest. The landing systems of the small pod kicked in and it drifted, rapidly, towards an inner courtyard of the Temple grounds. But he was moving to fast, the impact would crush the module into a pancake.

Vincent redirected the module, towards Insipid's fighter. ~20 seconds to impact~ The module screamed and rocked straining against the forces against it. Vincent popped the top of the cockpit, the hatch flying off from the sheering forces of the wind. The air whipped around him as he stood, bracing himself. ~10 seconds to impact~

Pushing the Force into his feet Vincent back flipped out of the cockpit, holding his arms and legs out from his body to slow his descent. Vincent took in a deep breath, his eyes closed, his mind focusing into the force. He felt the heat wave of the explosion as the module struck the fighter. The force swirled around his legs as he tucked them in underneath him, cushioning his landing as hie slammed into the ground feet first. He mentally winced, the landing had hurt, the force and his training had kept anything from breaking, but the landing had stung him non the less.

Rising, Vincent opened his eyes, his two silver hilted lightsabers leaping into his hands, their crimson blades springing to life, silent, their activation almost casting a shadow over Vincent in the force, making him harder to perceive. He was good 40 yards from Insipid now, at least if the idiot got off the fighter, and he knew the Sith lord would see him, and probably year him. ?Insipid my old friend. Is this how you thank people for welcoming you into their home? You should be ashamed.?

Tag: Sinrebirth