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  1. Kev-Mas_Colcha Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Dec 15, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Kexx Mazinn
    Battle of Celanon, northern continent
    Kexx, as soon as he saw Bacora advance, opened himself up to the force, allowing it to enhance his senses, and quicken his pace, and hurried along after him. In an unusual defensive tactic, he utilized his twin lightsaber blades to provide cover from oncoming blaster fire, by fanning them out around him every so often, enshrouding himself in a crimson red hue, which was an unusual color choice for a Jedi.

    Kexx continued along, leaping from rock to rock, boulder to boulder, trying to get to the highest, but safest point to launch an attack from.

    TAG: Sinre

    OOC: Sorry about such a short post, its the best I could do with my time restraints.
  2. Kahn_Iceay Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 5, 2006
    star 5
    Norn Dukai
    Anobis Space port


    Duty, Loyalty, Honor. These three words had long been the driving force in Norn's life. Duty to his Emperor, Loyalty to his Empire, Honor to his Order. Duty, to serve and protect the Empire and all her peoples at any cost. Loyalty, to follow any orders regardless of risk to life and well being. Honor, to uphold, and maintain, the Empire and Emperor's Honor, and to upkeep the Honor of the Order of Imperial Knights. Three words, so much weight. It was not the capabilities of everybody to carry the weight of those three words. Many aspired, few seceded, even fewer excelled. Norn was one of the few who excelled, the upper echelon of an already elite organization. He took pride in it, but he was also humbled by it, He lived to serve, and he served with all his being.

    And it was this, by living by the three words, that he found himself on Anobis, in the midst of a war. Anobis was very much a GA world, but even here, the Empire had support. It was for this reason that Norn had been sent to Anobis several months before to assist in the Empire's loyal denizens here. A Shadow Knight, who did not really exist, could not be attached to the Imperial Knights. All the leadership qualities, non of the strings should he be found out. And true to his training, he had not been found out, in fact, his mission was over. Sent, to provide the loyalists here with supplies, light training, and Imperial reassurances, he'd finished days ago. But still he remained.

    One mission over, a second came to a head. Marasiah Fel, daughter of the Emperor and Princess of the Empire was to be released into his protection, by a Jedi. He supposed even Jedi had their morals, and releasing the Imperial Princess to GA custody would likely see things happen to her that, as an Imperial Knight, made his stomach turn. So for one reason or another, this Jedi made contact with the Empire to release her to Imperial custody. Norn was the closest Knight, the closest individual with the skills and abilities to Protect the Princess until her return to the Emperor. To this effect it had been arranged to have her released to him on Anobis. To which Norn had prepared for their arrival.

    Over the past two days Norn had replaced the normal loyal Imperial farmers in the area with the troops under his command. The brave men of the 187th Special Operations Division, military descendent's of the 187th Legion from the Clone Wars. They'd been scheduled to leave days ago, but they all had their duty, and they were all just as loyal as Norn. Remaining these past few days they'd managed to secure the Hangar and hold it despite GA loyalists best efforts to take it. And here, now, as the Shuttle came to settle on the ground, their mission was approaching an end, but so was their tempers.

    They all knew there was a Jedi on the shuttle, and many of them saw the Jedi as the orchestrator's of the Ossus Project, so it was not unsurprising that several men raised their weapons, prepared to fire if necessary, or even if not necessary. "Lower your weapons men." Norn said stepping out of the shadows of the Nu-class shuttles wings revealing his battle scared black armor. "I know." He said at the looks of his men, "But this Jedi has done us a great help by bringing the Princess to us. We owe him at least not shooting him without reason." Though he received many unpleased looks his men lowered their weapons and stepped back. Smiling slightly Norn approached the shuttles unopened ramp, arms out to show he was unarmed though his saber rested on his belt. "I, Norn Dukai, Knight of the Empire promise that you have nothing to fear from us." He smiled, his words true, such was the Honor of a Knights words. "I believe you have brought us someone dear to us?"

    Tag: Sinre, Yun
  3. ZackReborn Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Nov 1, 2009
    GM Approved!

    Name: Cade Skywalker
    Age: 13
    Species: Human
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: [image=http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/4/41/Cade_Skywalker.JPG]
    Allegiance: Jedi Order
    Weapons: Lightsaber (blue blade)
    Bio: The son of the Grandmaster Kol Skywalker, Cade has lived a sheltered life ? to his irritation. Desperate to get involved with the war, he has broken enough rules to have him banned from the Order ? but he is a Skywalker, and the heir to the noble name. He is needed, and will be needed ? but just not now. Determined to get involved again, he is currently under curfew in the Temple ? but is waiting until he can sneak out again and do his part.
  4. GenOochy Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 8, 2003
    star 5
    OOC: I am so sorry that I failed to get a post up in a couple weeks. Then end of a block of Navy training and to headache of trying to move across the country took over my life.

    My plan is to have a post up by the end of the night.

    My apologies, again.
  5. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Nov 15, 2004
    star 7
    IC: Darth Caedus
    Coruscant

    88 years earlier...

    [image=http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/3/30/TempleoftheSith.jpg]

    [image=http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/e/ed/JacenCaedus.jpg]

    The man who had been Jacen Solo, nephew of Luke Skywalker, son of Leia and Han Solo, and twin brother to Jaina Solo, strode forward in dark armour, a black robe floating behind him, a detachment of black armoured troopers following in his wake. He paused at the entrance to the fabled Jedi Temple, seeing the monument to the light side in a new way - in his way. The assault which had captured the Temple for him had been cobbled together in response to the Jedi betrayal at the fabled Battle of Kuat, and so the Jedi had been given time to escape before his soldiers had stormed the Temple. While this meant he had a largely undamaged Jedi Temple as his own, he also had a largely empty Jedi Temple.

    With slow strides, the man now named Darth Caedus walked into the Temple, directing his soldiers to stay behind. He reflected on the incredible beauty of the Temple, and how it made the Jedi weak - made them believe they should be the ones to save the galaxy, to the point they would oppose one of their own... Caedus had manipulated many weak Jedi, many more than he should have. He had killed or organised the deaths of even more. The weakness of the Order was incredible. Only he could save the galaxy.

    And he would.

    The Dark Lord of the Sith entered the Archives... what remained of them, anyway, and did what had to be done, for the future.


    Today

    Cade Skywalker was in trouble, again. He'd officially been in trouble for nearly six months - and that was how long he'd been confined to the Temple. It was beginning to irritate, no doubt, especially as Shado Vao had practically became Cade's nursemaid. Today, he was sparring with Shado - again - before being reviewed by his Master, Wolf Sazen, who was attending to Jedi Council business at the moment.

    Thrown into their duel were solid holograms of Sith Lords. If their weapons made contact, there would be no consequences beyond a small electric shock, but it would indicate that the limb was no longer usable. Shado and Cade both had training blades, so no unfortunate accidents would happen. In reality, Cade's lightsaber had been taken from him by his father, Kol Skywalker, for now, and Shado had lost his blade at the Battle of Anaxes, a few days earlier. They both would be required to build new ones before they could leave the Temple.

    So it was an even more annoying duel - because it required Cade to follow the rules. To not use an injured limb, for example, and using the Force on holograms simply wouldn't work. Technically, the two Jedi were fighting each other, but the difficulty level of the room was such that they'd need to work together - though it was entirely down to Cade if he wanted to stick with Shado or teach the goody two shoes Padawan something.

    This would not be fun.

    [image=http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/9/99/CadeShado.jpg]

    One Sith Lord, spinning a crimson saber, stepped towards Cade, stabbing low with his blade and then flicking it up almost immediately, for his head. The Sith was quick, a one handed style of fighting. The man grinned, irritating. The other two Sith went for Shado, which was annoying - Cade was only a Skywalker - Shado was the karking Padawan of the Grandmaster./>

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  6. LordTroepfchen Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 9, 2007
    star 4
    Rodia
    Above the Planet


    Tyviin Delaan stood next to his old friend Sine Boral as the Scythe-Class Corran Horn left hyperspace, with it´s fleet of five Sabretooth-Class frigates. The Battle of Rodia was already raging, as the Masters had foreseen it. And their fleet, originally heading for Christophsis now entered the space battle.

    Master Coaklar, the only Noghri Jedi known and the latest member of the Jedi Council folded his arms and gave the battle a grim look. Sine had told, he looked grim most of the time. The Noghri finally nodded and Master Selvo pushed his lekku back into place turning towards his apprentice.
    "Tyv, we will make our way to the surface of the planet. Master Coaklar will take care of the space forces." He nodded and signed an officer to prepare their Twintails.

    [image=http://www.starwars-union.de/bilder/lexikon/20071224rodia.jpg] [image=http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/5/57/X-83_Squadron.jpg/250px-X-83_Squadron.jpg]

    A few minutes later they left the hangar. R-28 fighters were by now everywhere around them. Their fleets own Crossfires giving them cover. "Padawan, we break through the group ahead and make the planet-fall. Prepare." Selvo shouted, now all dedicated and sharp in his commands and thoughts. The usually mild mannered Jedi was waging war. And he did so with utmost seriousness.

    Tag: Hero
  7. Hero_Of_The_Force Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Aug 22, 2008
    star 2
    In Character: Tvyiin Delaan
    Located: Above Rodia


    Flying into the darkness of space, only several miles away Rodia. Master Selvo and Padawan Tvyiin flew toward the planet, escorted by defending fighters. The Padawan had been throwing himself on any mission he was assigned to lately. He had hated having to leave his master, but even after he returned, Tvy tried not to get reattached. Instead, he became cold to Master Selvo. In the back of his mind, Tvy knew that it was not his master's fault, but he had changed since then. He was sure Master Selvo could sense the change in his padawan's behavior toward him. Their old harmony had been crippled, but replaced by an uneasy feeling whenever they were around each other. The war had also played a part in splitting the bond between the two. The further apart they grew, harder to heal the bond became.

    "Padawan, we break through the group ahead and make the planet-fall. Prepare." Selvo shouted, as their Twintails screamed through the space battle.

    Tvyiin started to adjust his fighter's engines for the planet-fall, when two of the defending fighters blew up in front of him. Gripped the controls tighter he dodged the debris barely surviving. Narrow escapes like that made Tvyiin more concentrated. He then saw the interceptors were sent to stop the group. Master Selvo had taken three fighters to counterattack. Tvy contacted the rest, who were just adapting to the change of events, he spoke lightely "Follow me, we must aid Master Selvo."

    The four fighters, including Tvyiin and three other fighter pilots, charged into the dogfight. Tvy made split second maneuvers, taking out three of the eight interceptors. Master Selvo's group quickly took out four more. The only one left tried to escape, but Tvy had already gotten on his tail. Orders from Master Selvo passed right through one ear and out the other. Nothing was stopping him. Tvy tailed the interceptor through the debris of a burning wrecked Capital ship. He flew through the inner workings of the cruiser, figuring out the interceptors plan: make a sharp turn, killing Tvyiin. Reacting, he shot two Proton Missiles where he anticipated where the interceptor would turn. It was perfectly executed, destroying the interceptor.

    Tvyiin made his way back to the group, sending him their coordinants. Rejoining, the group flew toward Rodia, less than a mile away. The Padawan slumped his shoulders, waiting for a stern lecture Master Selvo was so fond of.

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  8. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Nov 15, 2004
    star 7
    IC: Bacora Sel
    Battle of Celanon, northern continent

    The AT-AHT was proceeding into the gorge, even as the Stormtroopers began to advance again. They were running out of time, slowly but surely. But Bacora Sel wasn?t sure how much it mattered anymore; with the Alliance fleeing Coreward, and the Empire?s control of Botajef meant that with a concentrated effort they could capture the Perlemian either way? Sel reflected on the pointlessness of their efforts, of their losses, of thousands of dead GA soldiers and dozens of dead Jedi. They could hold the gorge indefinitely, and the system with it, but it wouldn?t matter if they lost the Core while doing so.

    Bacora reached out in the Force for Kexx, and felt him making his way around the mountainous edges ? and then he felt the Sith, as well. Bacora looked back at the walker, and saw half a dozen black robed entities emerging from the belly of the walker, no, a dozen. A hunter squad, he guessed. Even as he watched, one seemed to swing from the hatch and up on to the top of the walker.

    The Jedi Master hissed, and knew he had only one chance. He roared, and leaped up from his latest hiding place, leading his soldiers on a suicidal charge. There were eleven Sith, and more than three hundred Stormtrooeprs ? and he was but one Master, and had less than a hundred soldiers.

    But he had to keep them near the walker. That was his only chance. Leaving behind a few soldiers to work the E-web blasters and a dozen techs and gunners to run the anti-orbital weapons. They had to keep pressure up on any ships intending to use Celanon as a transit point for reinforcing the Perlemian, no matter what.

    The Sith atop the walker seemed to have found Kexx. The Aqualish ignited a pair of crimson blades of his own, and his beady eyes followed where Kexx, now above the walker. The man, Darth Pedan, strode to the exposed neck of the walker, ready to defend it. Hundreds more soldiers were evident inside the walker, as little presences in the Force. If they made it to the gorge top, the orbital guns would be overwhelmed ? permanently. The Aqualish roared. [Come to me, Jedi scum!]


    TAG: Kev
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    IC: Vora
    Imperial Transport, Mygeeto

    Vora felt the world roll away, and was then propped up at the bulkhead. She felt the poison ebb away from her, Orin Waith having been evidently skilled enough to do so. That rankled, but she was still alive. Orin, it looked, was unlikely to last much longer.

    Forcing blood back around her veins, shoving at the poison with a hard mind, Vora quietly rearmed herself and then, as Orin drove his blade into the bulkhead, launched herself up, deflecting half a dozen darts and scatter shots from the Knights back. She grinned mercilessly. ?Trying to get yourself killed, Knight??

    And then something exploded, deeper in the ship, and gravity shifted, clearly overwhelmed by something which was dropping them down. The Imperial Frigate Whiplash, which had brought them to the system, immediately commed Orin, and she heard the words over the tinny line.

    ?Bothan Assault Cruiser has decanted from hyperspace, is opening fire on us. Our long range comms have been jammed, and it appears as if the Mygeetan grid has been sabotaged. We need immediate assistance -?. The line cut, and Vora didn?t need to know why. She idly wondered what was really going on around Mygeeto, and began to move closer to Orin.

    ?We?re going down, Orin. If you?re going to do something, now would be good.? The Bothans were slowly working there way around to the docking port ? to where Vora and Orin?s shuttle was docked. They were intending to abandon them!


    TAG: Sabith
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    IC: Inquisitor Ignis
    Aboard the Overlord, Orinda orbit

    They were all here. Three Sith. Not the best Sith that they had, but powerful Sith nonetheless. With a nod, Ignis beg
  9. TenX10 Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jun 10, 2008
    star 1
    Sin Approved (Patent Pending)

    Character Sheet

    Name: Darth Eikon
    Gender: Male
    Age: 54
    Species: Ferroan
    Homeworld: Unknown
    Affiliation: The Sith
    Personality
    ---Traits: Solemn, and purposed. It's the best way to describe Eikon. He carries himself with a weighted gait, only moving to action when he has picked his move. Some would say he treats life like a game of dajarik. To others, he's just mad.
    ---Habits: Eikon rarely speaks. He feels that the Force can communicate in a way that no tongue could approach. When he does speak (and beware if you hear him do so. It very well may be the last thing you ever hear), it is in few words, and in a rasp that would fade into the ambient creaking of most ships if you weren't listening closely. Even his telepathy is so shrouded in imagery and imposed emotion, it would be easy to miss the Ferroan's meaning.
    Appearance
    ---Skin Color: Pale blue
    ---Hair Color: Long and black, with silver streaks.
    ---Eye Color: Black and sunken
    ---Clothing: Black cowl and robe over a black kimono embroidered with thick black trim, leaving only the red stitching for color.
    ---Other Attributes: Gaunt build, especially for his 5'5" frame. His cheeks are sunken into his face giving him an almost skeletal appearance when not covered by his ever-present cloak.
    ---Other Details: The right side of Eikon's face is covered in red and black Sith runes. But not many people know that they're there.
    Weapons: Lightsaber
    The Force
    ---Sensitivity: Strong
    ---Religion: Religion is for the weak...
    ---Lightsaber
    -----Crystal: Syntheticly formed lambent crystal
    -----Blade: Single blade
    -----Color: Deep red
    -----Handle Description: Black hand-and-a-half style. Silver emitter and pomel. Very spartan, not many accutiments. Flip-switch activator.
    ---Force Abilities: Eikon is a master in the mental aspects of the Force. He routinely uses illusions and hallucinations to keep any advantage. He has also adopted telepathy as his primary form of communication. With such a strong relience on the Force, it is not surpriseing that he also capable of "disappearing" from the Force, a method made known by Darth Caedus.
    ---Force Weakness: The physical side of the Force is Eikon's weak point. He is a novice combantantant at best, relying on his mental arts to give him an edge. He can perform telekenisis, but with much more effort than most.
    Biography: Not much is known of Darth Eikon. Those few who have seen his face theorize that he is decended from those who left Zonama Sekot after the Yuuzhan Vong War, and is fueled by his hatred for the crimes of that technophobic people. Others say that some great trajedy befell him, twisting him into the Sith he is. Still, others say he is just evil. He has never been one to divulge, and even Lord Krayt has not told of how the Ferroan came into the Order, or where he received his training.

    Player Note: Given Eikon's nature and methods, I will be posting illusions and telepathic massages in red so as to cut down on extra narrative.
  10. ZackReborn Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Nov 1, 2009
    IC: Cade Skywalker

    Cade turned, stepping towards Shado even as the battle began. He knew the best way to do this. Not nearly as fun unless there is competition involved. "The first to kill the Sith wins what do you say Shado?" Cade had a slight grin on his face with his hair across his eyes, head lowered slightly.

    The Sith struck, and Cade went to to block the Sith's first attack before Cade realised this was not the real attack. After realising the Siths real intention, once he knew that the Sith was going for a different target, he sidestepped to the side of the Siths attack and then plunged in for an attack aiming for his heart.

    TAG: Sinre
  11. mmart23 Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Sep 3, 2009
    star 1

    Jedi Master Jak Fisto, IC:

    ?Tharus I must go to Empress Tesa. Finding this Guildmaster Joon is critical to the Alliance having leverage in and potentially winning this entire war. You are well trained to lead your charges to victory Tharus. May the Force be with you my Padawan and my friend?. With that Master Fisto pulled his fighter out of the battle and sped over to his lightspeed ring so that he could connect to it and boost to Empress Teta. In a matter of seconds he did so and was gone.


    Tharus Antilles

    "Thank you Master. Farewell and may the Force be with you?, watching as Master Fisto launched into hyperspace and was gone. Padawan Tharus Antilles was now alone in battle for the first time. He sighed deeply and said, ?Blazer Seven, this is Blazer One, Leader Master Fisto has headed on a separate mission and left me in control. We will split in half, flanking the Sith parasites from both sides firing inward until they are space dust. Crossfires, focus your attacks on the fighter craft you?re already engaging. Come hell or high water today we will see victory?, Tharus said as he descended towards the sith fighters ready to bask in victory or die in glory.


    TAG Sinrebirth
  12. SkywalkerShine Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Aug 16, 2007
    star 3
    OC: Hey guys? Um... I know you all are gonna get annoyed by this but... where do you want me to start in? I was sooo busy, I couldn't post here. Plus, everyone's post is so long, not to complain. I need help, please...
  13. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: Not my strength, combined posts. So this needed far too long. But here they are. Our "best friends 129 ABY" nominees . . .

    Emperor Roan Fel III.
    &
    Darth Krayt
    Pellaeon Gardens


    Music - Meeting Krayt


    The massive frame of the Dark Lord entered the gardens first. The Emperor followed. Nobody else was allowed to enter. Imperial Knights and Sith waited outside, eager to hear what their leaders had to discuss. It was not meant for their ears. The official part was over. Krayt´s display of power and humbleness. The Emperor´s show he was to discuss with the Dark Lord not a Moff Council. Both men had won among their allies and not lost to their enemies. It was time to speak freely now. And to lie to each other.

    "You use these gardens to meditate, I was told." The deep rumbling voice of the Dark Lord of the Sith seemed slightly anachronistic when talking about such things.

    "Yes, I prefer this place. I like it´s . . . peaceful nature." The Emperor said and with his slight edge in his words, the game was opened.

    "I understand that. Very well." Darth Krayt replied. "The force is strong here. Yet untainted."

    "I would not have considered you a man afraid of the taint of the Dark Side." The Emperor replied, his mouth showing amusement that was not really there.

    "I am not. Yet, I understand you are. And you would be surprised how tolerant I am to to views not my own. I myself changed my views throughout time. I will allow others to develop theirs in their own speed." Darth Krayt said and turned to the Emperor. A head taller than him, his two different coloured eyes looked down on the man from beneath the intimidating helmet. Roan Fel III. was not intimidated, though. Not at all. He knew very well, the Dark Lord was lying and would continue to do so, until this meeting was over.

    "The Jedi." Roan Fel said and raised his brows.

    "What is about the Jedi?" Krayt asked in return, now he seemed to be amused. "Are they not your enemy?"

    Fel nodded. "They are more yours, I guess. Allies of my enemies are not my enemies necessary. They have their place, as do you have yours. I wish no extermination of the Jedi Order. But I am aware that you do." Roan Fel said and mustered what little he saw of the Dark Lords face.

    The Dark Lord shook his head. "I do not. I want them to see my vision. To understand. To develop." He said and turned his back on the Emperor. "I do not want their destruction. I am not a Dark Lord like that anymore. Did I not spare Skywalkers life? On Hapan?" He said and smiled.

    Roan Fel almost bit his lip. What a clever move of him. "Did you?"

    "Yes, I did. Like you, I respect him. Unlike you, I do not admire him. I saw his failure and hurried to your side to crush this insane Jedi who tried to kill you. Yet, I did allow him to leave. What did he do, though? He brought death to the galaxy. Chaos, where order should reign. Bastion. Roon. Anaxes. We will have to make the Jedi see reason. Our reason." Krayt said. And turned again.

    "And what is our reason?" Roan Fel asked, folding his hands. "Domination? Power? Something we both believe in, I suppose. "Victory? Strength? Control?"

    Krayt nodded. "Order."

    Roan Fel, smiled. "Yes, order maybe." This man was far more dangerous than he had believed. Roan Fel understood the slavery of the Sith now. They did not follow him for power. They followed his vision. "You won´t execute Jedi captured?" Roan Fel asked.

    Darth Krayt nodded. "Apparently not. I will try to make them see reason and if they refuse, we should make sure they do not escape whatever prison we create." He added. Roan Fel nodded again. Reasonable. Everything that monster said was reasonable.

    "Can you give me any guarantees on that?" Roan Fel asked.

    "Of course I can. We should exchange servants. So everybody can watch the other." Darth Krayt said.

    "Spies." Roan Fel smiled, provoking the Sith Lord. And again found his attacking
  14. Jedi Gunny Yahtzee Host

    Game Host
    Member Since:
    May 20, 2008
    star 9
    IC: Vilt Wa

    The Inquisitor had been waiting for some time when Vilt had arrived, and was obviously annoyed that it had taken them that long. Also, to such a seasoned veteran as him, he probably looked at Vilt with a measure of disgust, being that he was merely an apprentice . . . a Padawan, if you must. But he hated that word; the Jedi were all scum that needed to be exterminated from the galaxy. He would like nothing more than to blot them out of their petty existence. But that was for another day; he knew that he would have to focus his attention on the task at hand.

    Empress Teta has long been the site of the Navigators Guild, my friends. They have stored hyperlanes which have been lost, or unused, since time immemorial. The Guild has had a strong Imperial presence since after the Second Galactic Civil War, and the system has been heavily occupied by the Alliance ? putting the Guildmasters on the run. We require access to these ancient hyperlanes to break the current deadlock, caused by the Nagai.


    Simple enough Vilt thought to himself. It seemed like a trivial task for the Sith forces; they would crush anyone who stood in their way. With the Force as their ally, how could they possibly fail? Up on the holoprojector popped an image of a tall, wiry human male. Vilt studied the man; nothing stood out about him that Vilt could tell, yet he would soon have to get real familiar with the face on the image if he were to reap the rewards of success.

    This Guildmaster Fento Joon, who has been on the run from Alliance authorities since the first few months of the war. He has been unable to escape the blockade of the system, and the Empire has thus far failed to get anyone in ? a mercenary group hired following the Battle of Bastion was killed by the First Fleet. You will succeed in breaching the said blockade, and you will find Joon and his records, before the Jedi and the Alliance do.


    On the run, eh? the Kaminoan Sith pondered. Sounds like he's got something to hide. But, it's not as if we won't be able to find him. The only problem is: will he come quietly? Maybe some . . . persuasion will come in handy. The Alliance and Empire were a bunch of bumbling fools; they could not possibly withstand the Sith fleet and its superior individuals. Vilt himself was a member of the strongest fighting force in the world, and it made him cocky. The task did not sound too difficult; the mercenaries must have been incompetent at their craft, and they paid dearly for it. If they were in the Sith Order, they would not have lasted this long. One must be strong to survive in this galaxy; they weren't. I have no pity for them and their weaknesses. The Force makes me strong, makes me smart, allows me to survive. The Force is my ally, and yet it is my toy to manipulate and tinker with as much as I please. How could anyone ever succeed without its awesome might?

    Success will result in escalation and acknowledgement for all three of you. Failure will result in death. You know this.

    Vilt nodded; he understood very well.

    The Inquisitor pointed to three TIE Defender starships hanging from the ceiling. Pick one amongst yourselves. Succeed or die.

    Doesn't leave me many options, then. Vilt thought. He knew that success would be imminent. After all, how strong were the Alliance and Imperial forces anyways? They couldn't even find that Guildmaster and bring him to their side. They were all weak, and Vilt wanted to show them what true military power was . . . in one way or another.

    He made his way to the left-most TIE, and got into the cockpit. The fighter seemed somewhat clunky to the Sith, as he was a bit larger than the normal TIE jocky, but with a bit of shuffling around in his seat, the Sith was finally comfortable enough to pilot the craft. The controls were complicated, but Vilt wasn't worried; he had the Force to guide him. That's what the average pilot lacked; that second sense that allowed them to make sudden sh
  15. Sir_Draco Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 19, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: So, this is not exactly a compromising Jedi Grandmaster you got here . . .



    Kol Skywalker
    Chamber of the Triumvirate, Coruscant


    And here their diplomatic approach was coming. Kol sighed, smiled to himself a bit and shook his head. It was a desperate smile. It went as he had expecte it, but he had hoped he would have been wrong.

    They were to limited in their views. For once it was his advantage. but it might have lost their war. Couldn´t they win with military ways against the Empire? Of course they could. He was happy, they did not see how. The prize was just too high. They could have given up the MidRim and the Expanse . . . could have send fleets into hiding in deep space in htese regions . . . attacking the Empire as they send ground troops to control key-worlds. And soon the Empire would have not even a handful of ships for every system they needed to control. While the GA could concentrate their fleets and wipe away one small fleet after the next. The weakness of the Conquerers was always, that they had to fight on the terms of the defenders.

    Kol Skywalker would have approached the military with that plan and he was sure their leaders would have agreed. But it was no longer an option. The Sith made it impossible. Because what they would do to these worlds. Because of the meassures they would take to control them. Myrkr had shown what horrors the Sith had in their arsenal. No, now it would be no tactical smart move. It would be the invitation to Genocide.

    Kol looked up and sighed. "I see some of you consider reasonable approaches, while others want to see if they are more powerful than I am." The Grandmaster allowed them to think about it. "I do not care about military hardliners. I do not care about your pity attempts to harm me or my Order. Or if you have the intelligence to acknowledge your actions were not only inhuman, but also to a high degree amateurish. And I do not care for your threats. The Jedi and the Emperor´s relationship might be the only thing keeping you and the Alliance alive, right now. And if you moved against us, you would be safe nowhere anymore. not from the Sith or Jedi. A few of your assassinations will lead to one thing and one thing only. The Dark Lord of the Sith in control of the Empire. And you, your worlds, your power, your system would vanish. I can win this war. I probably would already have won it, if not for Bastion. But I can defeat the Sith. The Empire. I cannot do it while fighting my own people, though." He allowed that to sink for a moment. "So, do I stop the killing by sacrificing the Galactic Alliance or do I stop the killing and protect freedom by winning this war? These are my two options. If it shall be the second, you will need to give me something. Something I can believe in. My trust in this democracy. In this council. Those of you who were responsible for Bastion will have to step down. Immediately. Command will be transferred from you to the Admiral´s directly, controlled by a public comitee of the Senate. A comittee where we can see faces. And all of that happens until midnight. Then I will arrange my meeting and try to make the Emperor an ally. And find out what his gambit and endgame is. Assassination is not the way of the Jedi. But if this meeting shows you one thing, then it is that Jedi do not need sniper rifles to remove corrupt leaders." With that he turned his face to Holur. "And thank the force it is war. Crossing a Jedi would otherwise not go with such light consequences, believe me, Holur." He nodded and turned without a further word. If they said anything, he did not listen. They had lost their way. Kol Skywalker knew that. But his Order would rather die than loose theirs. This was not Luke Skywalkers order. This was a strong Jedi Order. It would not allow fascists to rule it. Only the force guided a Jedi. And to some extent reason.

    Reason told him, he would not be able to rely on the triumvirates integrity. Which was why a jedi with exquisite contacts called Zorben had made contact w
  16. darthhelinith Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 10, 2009
    star 5
    IC: Ayano Ebele
    Orinda Marshalling Point

    Ayano Ebele listened intently as the Inquisitor talked.
    She was not afraid of him. She was never afraid of those who told her what to do.
    They calmed her.
    She now had an objective.


    She gazed at the hologram of her new target, absorbing certain facial features into her brain, storing such information for later. Her next target.
    Kill the man, take the records, bring them back.
    Kill the man, take the records, bring them back.

    Just another regular kill really.
    After all, it was the way she worked best.

    Success will result in escalation and acknowledgement for all three of you.
    That was what she wanted. To prove she could be more than what she was. She hated being spat upon and treated as trash.
    No more nightmares. She would finally become an apprentice.

    Failure will result in death.
    That was nothing. A trivial afterthought. She wasn't sure if she'd mind death so much. It must be so peaceful, being dead...sleeping under the warm earth, where nothing could hurt you.
    She wiped her nose on her cloak sleeve, deep in thought as Blood rubbed up against her ankles, purring.

    She looked around at the ships pointed out to them.
    The apprentice sith- oh how she envied his position!- had already run off to the nearest Tie.

    Shouldn't they be planning first? Or was this some kind of race?
    Because despite appearances, travelling quickly and without detection was one of her specialities, aided by her small stature and low body weight.

    She slowly approached the GAT-12 Skipray Blastboat, clambering up one of it's wings and entering via the Main Hatch with agility. It was a strange choice, but it was a similar model to the one she had trained on, and she wasn't a particularly confident pilot on different makes of craft.
    She set Munch down on the floor of the shuttle and he skipped off to join Blood in exploring all the nooks and crannies that the ship had to offer.
    The pilot's seat was far too big, designed for a fully grown human man, so she knelt up on it instead and cautiously prepped the ship for take off, trying to remember the correct sequence for igniting the engines and pre-flight checks. With one hand hovering over the gantry release controls and the other on the break/acceleration, she used the force to open up the communication channels.

    She forced her breathing to slow, made nervous by the memory of the hellish flight aboard the Shadowstrike.
    She hated space.
    She could pilot pretty well, yes.
    But she hated the cold, unforgiving blackness.
    Because it was everywhere.

    TAG: Gunny
  17. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    Zorben
    Yag?Dhul system


    Master Skywalker had once taught him, that one should not give the force more credits to being subtle than it deserved. This was obviously one of the cases where this was true.

    The resources assembled here were impressive and it was steaming with the presence of Sith. What was more remarkable was, that it was unknown to the GA it was here, at all. Zorben leaned back, as he was hailed to surrender. His mind stayed cool as always and allowed his perception to analyse the situation. Nobody would react immediately to the threat. So he did not either. Ships. Fighters. Swarming around. An interdiction field with the ability to get him out of hyperspace even if he managed to run. Zorben was a pretty good pilot for a Jedi, but not exactly Han Solo. Then again, he had several advantages on his side, he had to carefully evaluate.

    And the opportunity to destroy a facility of the Empire that was crucial to their war effort within´a relative short amount of time. If he managed to get a hold of the situation and regain the momentum. He took his three faked IDs and with a sigh he knew only one would really hold up. One, actually real. His twin brothers ID. Treore of the Obscurum. An ally of the Empire and man of stature inside the Chiss Space. A man they could background check for ages, it would not change a thing . . . he was real and identical to his brother. Nodding, he decided it was the lesser risk than his two faked IDs and turned to his comm-unit. "This is Treore, from House Tann. Is this an imperial operation? If not, you better have a good explanation why you have these Predators out there. Then again, if this an imperial operation, WHY DO YOU NOT IDENTIFY YOU IN THE PROPER WAY!" He made it an cold anger in his voice. The kind of cold people expected from a Chiss. "Request to come on board." He added then, unnerved.

    Leaning back he wondered if his brother had ever posed as Jedi. The abilities he had and looked like Zorben, too. Lightsabers were easy to get these days. With so many dead Jedi leaving theirs on battlefields.

    His thoughts were disturbed as shots were fired. Probably ordered before his call. He accelerated his ship and dived beneath a great wreckage . . .

    Tag: Sinre
  18. GenOochy Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 8, 2003
    star 5
    In Character:
    Captain Felix Ulysses
    Electronic Warfare Vessel, The Grey Solace


    IY 930.5.07
    11:38 Wolatarian Synchronized Time
    Vicinity of Planet Christophsis, Savareen Sector


    Music: Into the Furball
    The old Colonel had contacted him, and without saying anything particularly damning, had sent the silent warning that all of hell was about to be unleashed. It began a few minutes later, with a few contacts dropping out of hyperspace eighteen thousand kilometers away, and then they descended. Over two dozens vessel decanted from hyperspace, clustered around five Scythe-class cruisers bearing down on the Crystal Planet. Felix took the comm into his hand, and said what was already being done.

    "Action stations, action stations. Set condition delta-one across the ship. I-F-F beacon on, weapons free. Prepare for combat jump." He said across the intercomm. He moved to the helm, ordering the helmsman to take the vessel straight towards the planet, executing a sublight jump to put them a hundred and ninety kilometers from the Legacy Star Destroyer, between it and the GA fleet. He then turned to the comm officer and explained the plan. They were not only going to give the GA an advantage, they were going to assist on the planet's surface.

    The Grey Solace spun up the sublight jump engine and in a flash moved over thirty thousand kilometers, before returning to speeds near a kilometer a second. Just outside of the immediate battle sphere, the vessel dipped towards the planet, following the last trace of the Colonel?s signal towards the surface.

    Tag: SirakRomar[/quote]
  19. Dark_Philosopher Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 13, 2009
    SINRE'S STAMP OF APPROVAL

    Name: Darsin Solir
    Alias: Darth Malus
    Age: 1,504 Standard Years (Chronological); 23 Standard Years (Biological, Possessed Body)
    Species: Human
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Link (new body)
    Allegiance: Himself
    Weapons: One crimson-bladed lightsaber (bound to his essence by Sith Alchemy; impossible for anyone else to use)

    Bio: Darsin was born a child of the steets on overcrowded, heavily stratified Denon, 1,375 years BBY. From a young age he learned hard lessons about the nature of strength and sentient beings, lessons that proved nigh impossible to unlearn when the Jedi took him in after recognizing his Force-sensitivity. For seven years, brooding, conflicted Darsin trained to be a Jedi Knight until, on a mission with his master, the young Padawan was cornered by a Sith Acolyte. After a fierce duel in which Darsin was separated from the other Jedi and cornered, a saber at his throat, the Sith made him an offer: Join the "winning" side or die. He chose the former.

    Upon arriving in Sith space, Darsin was presented to Darth Rivan, the newest in a long line of Dark Lords. Rivan, intrigued by the young Jedi's potential, took him on as an apprentice in 1,356 BBY. The apprenticeship proved fruitful for Darsin, despite the way his new master derided and used him for twisted alchemical experiments, and for the Sith Lord's sick amusement. Under Rivan's tutelage the young Sith Apprentice learned much about the nature of the universe and the Force itself; lessons that only reinforced those taught by his hard-earned experience on the seedy streets of lower Denon.

    Darsin increased in knowledge and power until, on the cusp of surpassing his master and claiming the title of Darth Malus, Rivan murdered him. To his horror, Darsin found his spirit trapped within the walls of Rivan's fortress on Almas, bound to the place by the Dark Lord as it's guardian for all eternity.

    Centuries crawled by as Darsin tested the limits of his spiritual prison. He learned to do little things at first: speaking and appearing to trespassers, moving small objects with the Force, etc. When he discovered the ability to possess weak-minded, or ill-prepared beings within the fortress, he was ecstatic. His jubilation was short-lived, however, when he realized that if he tried to leave the ancient structure in another body, his spirit would be ripped from the possessed being and dragged back to his old master's home by whatever Sith Magic anchored him there.

    Refusing to despair, he continued his experimentation. Finally, more than a century after the Battle of Yavin, he achieved his goal, possessing a small rodent and leaving the confines of the crumbling fortress, with the animal's bewildered spirit left behind in his place. The rodent body didn't survive long, as Darsin's dark ghost fed on its life-force for sustenance, but as the creature died, Darsin managed to jump into another nearby animal. He continued this arduous process until he reached the small city of Forard, where he encountered his final host.

    The young man was handsome (certainly moreso than Darsin had been originally) and brimming with untapped Force potential. The unwitting descendant of a Jedi Knight from the old Praxeum that had once stood near the city, the man was a target that Darsin couldn't resist. With a brief but violent struggle, Darsin claimed the young body as his own, destroying the mind of his new host. All seemed to be going as planned- until he tried to tap into the Force. To the immense displeasure of the would-be Sith, he found himself inexplicably cut off from the Dark Side. At first, he thought he'd lost all Force sensitivity. Then, to his dismay, he discovered that the Light Side, the
    weak side of the Force was the only aspect of that great energy field that he could access.

    Frust
  20. Dark_Philosopher Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Jul 13, 2009
    IC: Darsin; Vanster Enan's Sop House, City of Gadrin, Cularin

    Darsin huddled at the back of the raucous cantina, brooding over all that he'd learned. It seemed that he'd been imprisoned longer than he'd thought. Close to fifteen-hundred years had passed since his master had betrayed and murdered him, trapping him within the walls of that thrice-damned fortress. What he'd pieced together of galactic history was somewhat overwhelming, especially the notion that, even here, at the center of what had been the man's Empire, no one remembered Darth Rivan, much less his failed apprentice. The realization that his life had had so little impact was just one more in a series of harsh realities that he was becoming aware of.

    Once more, he reached out for the Force, demanding with all his frustration that the Dark Side answer his call. Nothing. Somehow, in the process of taking this body, he'd been cut off from the Force's full power. Oh, he could hear the pathetic whispers of the Force's other aspect. Even if he could remember how to access the weak side of the Force, Darsin wasn't sure if his Sith pride would allow him to.

    The most infuriating part of the whole ordeal, was that Darsin was positive that he had the knowledge to study and perhaps cure the problem, but all of his knowledge relied on using the Dark Side to find that cure. It was, all told, enough to drive a man to drink. Which was exactly what he was doing at that moment; the horrific beverage was advertized as fine Ithorian Brandy, but tasted just shy of sulfuric acid on the toxicity scale.

    He'd managed to get the drink and a small meal (his first of both in more than a millenium-- how depressing is that?) with money stolen from a couple of humans who'd been rather terrified of his crimson lightsaber.

    Now Darsin sat, nursing the disgusting refreshment as he watched for a pilot, or a ship's mechanic, or really anyone that could be his ticket off of this miserable rock...

    Tag: Sinre
  21. spycoder9 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 23, 2008
    star 4
    OOC: I am looking for an open character, and a spot in this RPG. Is there any character ideas that would fit me into this, and is this RPG accepting players?
  22. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    GM Approved

    Name: Ryu Brightstar (assumed name)
    Age: 20
    Species: Firrerreon
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Black and silver hair cut short, blue eyes, gold skin, 1.91 meters tall, lean and muscular
    Allegiance: (One of the three factions above, or other)
    Weapons: Blue lightsaber, military issue blaster pistol
    Bio: Ryu was born on a recently detoxified Firrerre. His father was a wealthy plantation owner, but Ryu was drawn away from home by his substantial ambition. He felt that he was destined for great things. For a year, Ryu worked as an honest gun for hire, protecting shipments of hot or valuable items. His life was moderately consistent, until he received an urgent call from his estranged father, asking him to pick up some package from Anaxes. In only a matter of weeks, Ryu's existence collapsed in on itself. When the dust settled, Ryu had killed a Jedi and two Sith, was being chased by a dozen different organizations and was named the heir to the whole of Anaxes.
  23. spycoder9 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 23, 2008
    star 4
    GM APPROVED

    Name: Darth Yelos (Mira Frost)
    Age: 22
    Species: Human
    Gender: Female
    Appearance:

    She has long, blond hair, but then has red and black tattoos all over body, like the rest of the Sith. She also has large blue eyes, with blood red lips. Her ears are strangely turned up and pointed at the end. She wears regular Sith robes, but also has a small, tramp like outfit under.

    Allegiance: The Sith Order
    Weapons: Blood red single bladed lightsaber, small blaster
    Bio:

    Mira Frost was born to two famous actor parents, her mother an undercover Force user. When she was born, a horrible nightmare came alive. The Sith interrupted her birth, murdering the doctor and also killing her father.

    Her mother was beautiful, but along with that fact the Sith forced her to have her child and then mangled her face, destroying her career. The Sith Lord, a Knight well along in the Sith Order, had discovered her through the Force, and had been sent to find her.

    The Sith Lord took her back to the Order, training her in powerful ways. As she grew older, and more experienced, her Master realized she was turning into something more like her mother. So with that he put a vision in her head, a vision of utter horror, of Jedi murdering her mother and father. That influenced her decision, and strengthened her anger against the Jedi.

    After that, she graduated to Sith Lord Yelos, proud and wearing her title as proud as she could. When the time came to strike at the Jedi, she attacked with vigilance, and anger. She helped murder so many, but now she was ready for more.
  24. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

    Manager
    Member Since:
    Nov 15, 2004
    star 7
    IC: Darth Maladi
    Bastion, outside the Pellaeon Gardens

    Darth Maladi stood beside the Dark Lord's second, Darth Wyyrlok III, and understood the nature of the discussion taking place in the gardens. Jibe and lie, truth and trust, plot and spiel, fall and rise. The Director of Sith Intelligence nodded to herself, and then turned away, ignoring the inquisitive glare which attached itself to the young Antares Draco's eyes, which was quickly removed with a casual placing of a hand on the man's shoulder by Master Sinde, himself present in the place of the traditional four Knights that made up the Emperor's bodyguard - though Mohrgan Fel was still here, hand outright on his lightsaber hilt. A curious trio, no match for Maladi and Wyyrlok, for example.

    Darth Maladi continued her turn, walking back to the Sith shuttle, aware that gun turrets were swiveling all around the Imperial Palace. Maladi paid them no heed, and produced a holocomm, speaking to it. "Darth Yelos."

    Immediately, the datapad began to key to the young Sith Lord, one of those who had been taken to Korriban from elsewhere, culled from the ranks of the galaxy. Currently they were at the frontline; Corulag.

    --
    Battle of Corulag

    The Sith position was crumbling; but it had been for many days now. Ever since the Empire had been cut off from the Outer Rim by invaders from the Unknown Regions. It was quite irritating, for Sith commanders, who had seen their planned Crusade into the Core sidetracked by the pale skinned humanoids known as the Nagai. The Sith/Imperial alliance had been pushed from Alsakan, and now Corulag was a battleground, with Anaxes poised between the two worlds - Rhinnal a Sith redoubt at the tale end of the Core stretch of the famed Perlemian hyperlane.

    For Darth Yelos, the position she had was currently losing was manned by more than fifty Stormtroopers and half a dozen Sith apprentices, fighting approximately four times their number in Alliance soldiers and at most two Jedi Knights. It wasn't a hopeless position, not yet, but the ghost of a capital city was key to the Sith holding the system, and with it the expansive training facilities that had propped up the first Empire.

    In the Force, Yelos could feel the two Jedi advancing through the buildings to flank them, but the tower the Empire was defending - the tower being strewn around them after being hit by a shell two days earlier - was being pounded by gunners positioned in former apartment blocks surrounding them, and the Sith were heavily taxed to deal with everything. Yelos, as commander on the ground, had the choice of departing this position and meeting the Jedi in the former mall behind her position, or holding here and hoping the two Jedi could be dealt with easier here. They were eager, which suggested a youthfulness to them, but there was little else Yelos could decipher from the Force.

    And then her comlink began to beep, and it was Darth Maladi.

    --
    Jedi Temple, Coruscant

    Lira Frost's eyes opened in shock, as the vision touched her eyes. She saw her daughter, for the first time in twenty years - no longer cloaked in the darkness, exposed to view - and in the Core? No, the vision was of a ship's hold, between worlds, between the Jedi and Sith, some twilit place in the future... and past? No, it was somebodies past. She turned, saw a man in black, blood spattered on his face. He winked, and vanished, and she awoke.

    Lira rolled out of her cot, dressing quickly, forgoing her usual stare at the mirror and war with her scarred visage. Attaching her lightsaber to her belt, Lira strode - not quite running - to the Council chambers. She had to go, and now. Her daughter was alive, and in terrible danger.

    --
    Bastion, Outside Pellaeon Gardens

    Darth Wyyrlok had already requested that a Sith venture to Bastion and be handed over to the Emperor. He expected an Imperial Knight would be equally handed over. And so the deadly dance would begin, and the war would need t
  25. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    Member Since:
    Nov 15, 2004
    star 7
    IC: Bacora Sel
    Battle of Celanon, northern continent

    The AT-AHT was proceeding into the gorge, even as the Stormtroopers began to advance again. They were running out of time, slowly but surely. But Bacora Sel wasn?t sure how much it mattered anymore; with the Alliance fleeing Coreward, and the Empire?s control of Botajef meant that with a concentrated effort they could capture the Perlemian either way? Sel reflected on the pointlessness of their efforts, of their losses, of thousands of dead GA soldiers and dozens of dead Jedi. They could hold the gorge indefinitely, and the system with it, but it wouldn?t matter if they lost the Core while doing so.

    Bacora reached out in the Force for Kexx, and felt him making his way around the mountainous edges ? and then he felt the Sith, as well. Bacora looked back at the walker, and saw half a dozen black robed entities emerging from the belly of the walker, no, a dozen. A hunter squad, he guessed. Even as he watched, one seemed to swing from the hatch and up on to the top of the walker.

    The Jedi Master hissed, and knew he had only one chance. He roared, and leaped up from his latest hiding place, leading his soldiers on a suicidal charge. There were eleven Sith, and more than three hundred Stormtrooeprs ? and he was but one Master, and had less than a hundred soldiers.

    But he had to keep them near the walker. That was his only chance. Leaving behind a few soldiers to work the E-web blasters and a dozen techs and gunners to run the anti-orbital weapons. They had to keep pressure up on any ships intending to use Celanon as a transit point for reinforcing the Perlemian, no matter what.

    The Sith atop the walker seemed to have found Kexx. The Aqualish ignited a pair of crimson blades of his own, and his beady eyes followed where Kexx, now above the walker. The man, Darth Pedan, strode to the exposed neck of the walker, ready to defend it. Hundreds more soldiers were evident inside the walker, as little presences in the Force. If they made it to the gorge top, the orbital guns would be overwhelmed ? permanently. The Aqualish roared. [Come to me, Jedi scum!]



    TAG: Kev
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    IC: Vora
    Imperial Transport, Mygeeto

    Vora felt the world roll away, and was then propped up at the bulkhead. She felt the poison ebb away from her, Orin Waith having been evidently skilled enough to do so. That rankled, but she was still alive. Orin, it looked, was unlikely to last much longer.

    Forcing blood back around her veins, shoving at the poison with a hard mind, Vora quietly rearmed herself and then, as Orin drove his blade into the bulkhead, launched herself up, deflecting half a dozen darts and scatter shots from the Knights back. She grinned mercilessly. ?Trying to get yourself killed, Knight??

    And then something exploded, deeper in the ship, and gravity shifted, clearly overwhelmed by something which was dropping them down. The Imperial Frigate Whiplash, which had brought them to the system, immediately commed Orin, and she heard the words over the tinny line.

    ?Bothan Assault Cruiser has decanted from hyperspace, is opening fire on us. Our long range comms have been jammed, and it appears as if the Mygeetan grid has been sabotaged. We need immediate assistance -?. The line cut, and Vora didn?t need to know why. She idly wondered what was really going on around Mygeeto, and began to move closer to Orin.

    ?We?re going down, Orin. If you?re going to do something, now would be good.? The Bothans were slowly working there way around to the docking port ? to where Vora and Orin?s shuttle was docked. They were intending to abandon them!



    TAG: Sabith

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    IC: Elke Vetter

    Anobis Space port

    ?Ah,? said Elke Vetter, mostly involuntarily. The situation had revealed itself. The soldiers were Imperial loyalists. Their liaison, a ?Shadow Knight? named Norn Dukai ? not that
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