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  1. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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  2. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

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    Censol Brandl
    Command Center


    He stayed calm, unaffected by the events. Anxiety, panic, death. He had felt it all before. for days the premonition of these events had applied pressure to his soul. To his conscience. He had meditated. He had asked the force for another way. And in the end, he had come to the conclusion this was his destiny. This was, what the force had shaped him into who he was for. It was his purpose, to stop Polcyc.

    And he had come to piece. "Take out these Sith. Red Squadron shall take lead." He cooly remarked to Baamptu. The tired tall alien had not slept a lot. Brandl had not slept at all, but a Jedi drew strength from the force. But the battle was almost won. Only a little longer and the man would find his peaceful sleep. Brandl would not insult him, by sending him away now. And he knew the Dark Lords next move. He knew all of them. He had played the Sith. Censol Brandl had not used fair methods, but deception and treachery. He had made the Sith greatest misconception a death trap. The idea a Jedi was good. he fought for good. But nevertheless, he fought.

    "Then prepare all units in the western front. We´re hunting Polcyc now."

    He added, as if it was just a little addition to his plans.
    But then he looked up and smiled.

    "I told you, he would pay, did I?"

    And both men smiled at each other, as fighters regrouped and attacked the Sith like howling beast from the corellian hells . . . unleashed . . .

    [Move: e6-f8 / Chess]


    Tag: Winged, Sinre


  3. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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    Sith Fortress, Zone F8

    And to the north-east stood Lord Amok, Quarren Sith Lord and master assassin. He stood alone upon the scorched ramparts, gazing down over the charred remains of what had once been a proud Sith citadel.

    Where once a mighty army had amassed, now there were but a handful of wandering disciples and forlorn apprentices. Many of them meditated among the dead, feeding off the destruction of their own kind, using it to maintain their battleminds. A desperate drug; a fleeting high. Amok pitied them- their rage and hate were of no consequence anymore. It was just so much screaming into the wind. They were children, throwing tantrums and stomping feet.

    Less than children. Simple shells of flesh and blood, bound by bone, shredded with ease by laser or lightsaber. A collection of cells sewn into fragile carcasses, rotting to death from the moment they were born.

    And their names? Echoes. Forgotten within years, perhaps even months. A century from now there would be few in the galaxy who would still recall this lonely walkway atop a Mizran fortress, or those who had fought and died upon it. Perhaps one Sith scholar would look back and say: there were many of our number there, some time ago. But they died at Jedi hands. And he would snort dismissively, and return his attention to grander stories.

    And what was a name anyway? A mere word. A legacy? More than a word, yes, perhaps an idea or an inspiration. But of what use is a legacy to the one who has left it?

    "Milord," hissed a voice, "The enemy approaches by air. There are no fighters left to scramble. How shall we mount our defense?"

    A defense. Amok chuckled as only a Quarren could, trilling a brief and bitter melody.

    They were naught but ants on the shore, building hills in the sand and calling them castles. They would play at the water's edge when it was calm, and crown themselves kings. And when the tidal wave approached, they would bellow: we are Sith! As if such vainglorious exclamations could ever turn back the tide. No, for all their power, these ants could barely move the smallest pebbles on the beach.

    You lack faith, squeal the ants. What of the Ancients? What of Naga Sadow, O doubter? He moved entire stars!

    Ah yes, indeed he did. And clapped them together with his hands as if they were no more than fireflies within his palms. But in the eyes of the Force that was of no more scale or significance than an infant's first steps.

    Did no one understand how vast the Force was? Could no one here even grasp at the concept of infinity? Or would they just content themselves with their petty holdings, dancing around their empires and fiefdoms? And Lord Amok wondered, for the first time, exactly when in his life he had found any meaning at all.

    His first kill? A sour memory, all blood and regret.

    His victories in war? He could barely tell them apart- they flashed through his mind in dim scarlet hazes.

    His ascension to Sith Lord? Oh yes, and the fear and paranoia that accompanied it.

    His library, culled from millennia of Sith writings and teachings? Hardly. He could have burned every inch without blinking.

    His slaves? His status? His property? No, no, and no.

    Well what of Dac then?

    What of it?

    The surf washing over her tentacles; the descent beneath the reef alongside each other; the shimmering of her skin as they mated, from sun-kissed orange to emerald green.

    ...

    The Force works in mysterious ways, and had Lord Amok had but a few more minutes, perhaps he would have experienced the epiphany that would have led his spirit into the light.

    But death came too soon. As the lasers ripped through his heart, he found that he was still entrenched in darkness: mind, body and soul.


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  4. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    IC: Polcyc

    Bdum

    Bdum

    Bdum


    The drumbeat of the death rang clear, rang true. It rang quicker than the heartbeat of Polcyc, Lord of Sloth, who took a long a tired look at the field. His retinue remained, looking at him in complete terror. Too stupid to realise that they'd been defeated for months now. Since he'd attacked, too far. His opponent had overstretched, twice, but he'd doubled that overstretch and destroyed himself. Foolishness.

    "Do it."

    There was even less to be said, now. Polcyc saw no need to look for the inevitable kill attempt, the inevitable death. But he could sell short the Jedi victory here, he presupposed. A thought dropped from his mind like a dollop of viscous material, oozing down into his very being. Polcyc leaned forward, joints creaking, and reached into a compartment on his chair.

    It was going to be time, very, very soon.

    Bdum

    Bdum

    Bdum


    King from G6 to G5


    TAG: Fin
  5. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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  6. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

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    Censol Brandl
    Head Quarters

    He watched the little green and red lights move. The red lights vanish one by one. Another group of Sith had become an aimless hord of marauders, trying to inflict as much damage as possible. They were on route of his fighter squadrons to intercept the Dark Lord, anyway. So Censol sighed and smiled. They would not slaughter innocents. They would reap what they had sought.

    "Red Squadron. Attack Sith in quadrant H7 and prepare for aerial bombardment of the Dark Lord. Brandl out."

    Cool and focussed he studied the map. A certain sartisfaction was undeniable. But he controlled it. Did not allow his need to make the Sith pay lead his actions. Power and exhaustion, together with an enemy you despised made a dangerous combination. A Jedi Master had to be prpeared for this.

    [Move F8 - H7 CHESS]

    Tag: Winged, Sinre
  7. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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    Battlefield

    Lord Polcyc and his wearied retinue continued to parade through the streets of Mizra. They had been on the move for some time now, harried and chased by the enemy.

    "Milord," came the latest report, "Lord Titus and his marauders have fallen on the outskirts of the fortress. We are surrounded."

    The Jedi starfighters had been pivotal in the battle, avenging angels constantly on the prowl. And now they had racked up another significant kill, right outside the abandoned Sith headquarters.

    Defeat, soon. Now it was just a matter of hows and whens and wheres, but no ifs...not anymore.

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    Tag: Sinre

  8. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    IC: Polcyc
    Defeats Edge

    The battle was over, at least... but the cost... Polcyc saw something. The Jedi did not intend to just win. He intended to wipe the Sith stain from this world. And that... that would cost the Jedi more. He could have won beforehand, but now... now every person Polcyc killed would be one person Brandl could have saved.

    Polcyc paused, midgesture, lowered his arm, and smiled. A true smile. It stretched skin that had grew stale and old. Polcyc's personal Trandoshans was dead. They had already ritually killed themselves. His retinue expected to surrender, or, where surrender was no option, fight to the death. So, he would leave them to die. The reptile tapped the comlink, once; on - an open channel to all of Mirza - Jedi, Sith, Republic, Imperial. "Defeat harkens at shadows gate, but as light grows, it exposes its champions, its dead shall rise; who will the wizened General sacrifice to extinguish the light? You, soldier? Or perhaps you, pilot? Yes, little Padawan, it may even be you..." . He cut the line. Flexing muscles that had not been used in decades, forcing apart joints which had turned into wood a century ago, Polcyc, Lord of the Sloth, slithered out of his conforming couch, lightsaber in hand. He cut a sac in his cheek with a disfigured nail, tucked his little treat in his mouth, and began moving. His retinue would die. They would believe Polcyc dead - or worse.

    Missing.

    Plunging into shade, Polcyc went hunting.

    He would become the shadow.

    And all would die.


    King; G5 to F4

    TAG: Winged, then Fin
  9. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4

    Jedi Command Center

    The voice cut across all channels, unpleasant and unwelcome:

    "Defeat harkens at shadows gate, but as light grows, it exposes its champions, its dead shall rise; who will the wizened General sacrifice to extinguish the light? You, soldier? Or perhaps you, pilot? Yes, little Padawan, it may even be you..."

    "Locate that signal!" bellowed Baampu. "Triangulate his position!"

    Subordinates flurried to do just that, but after a few moments their efforts were foiled. The Sloth had ended his transmission too abruptly.

    Baampu turned to the waiting General, giving his status update:

    "Sir, it seems Polcyc has disappeared off the radar. Our intelligence indicates he was last seen in Zone G5. What orders shall I relay?"

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    Tag: Fins

  10. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    Censol Brandl
    HQ


    Censol nodded. It was a hunt now. He laughed and turned to Baamptu. His laughter was accompanied by a sigh of relief. "Open all channels." Censol said.

    And turned to his tactical display.

    "War is sacrifice. War consumes life. War is the root of all evil that has befallen the galaxy." he allowed his words to sink in. "You know that, soldiers of the Republic. You know that, people of Mizra. I know it. Censol Brandl. So one must end a war and if you fight an enemy that lives only to do war, you must destroy him. Or peace will never be secured. Do I sacrifice you? Do I follow my own ambitions? No. What I do is fighting for freedom. For justice. So listen well to the Sith. Listen to every word he said. I reveals who he is. It reveals what he fights for. What he stand for. He tries to poison your heart, as if any of you would listen to him. He tries to make war. And now that he is cut of from his army, on the run. Alone. He tries to wage war in the last way left to him." Censol breathed in. "It won´t be long , now and he will be brought to justice. It won´t be long now and this war is over for Mizra. It won´t be long now and you´ll be free. May the force be with us. May the force be with us all. Censol Brandl." He turned to his aid and smiled.

    "Master Kark shall search the sector. It is time to finsish this. He will run. So tell Kark to bring shovels to dig in the dirt he is hiding in." Censol nodded and folded his arms. "And if he is there, they might wipe the mercs from the this planet. They have threatend us long enough with lurking out there."

    Soon. Soon. But not soon enough.

    [Move: E1 - E3]

    Tag: Winged, Sinre
  11. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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  12. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    IC: Polcyc
    Slithering

    Bdum

    Bdum

    Bdum


    Slide through darkness, between life and death, a blade through a neck here, a blade through a soul, there. Civilians fall, wreckage becomes a tomb. Polcyc eased his way across the gorge, sensed opponents approaching, and twisted his comlink; if opponents were advancing on him, then they were not advancing on his surviving forces.

    He spoke in guttural Sith - in a language that this particular element would understand.

    [Come].

    Bdum

    Bdum

    Bdum


    Bishop at B7 to F3

    TAG: Winged, Fin
  13. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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  14. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

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    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    Censol Brandl
    Headquarters


    It was coming to an end. The enemy unable to deliver anymore blows. Isolated in the area Censol had chosen. folding his arms Censol Brandl gave a sigh of exhaustion. He admitted the past weeks had been hard on him. He could admit it now. He had won. But one last act of this had to play out. Another week, perhaps. Or even two.

    "We get the fighters into position to intervene and tell Master Romar to prepare his men. The Padawans shall be left behind to guard the civilians. Facing a Dark Lord is not for them." Smiling he nodded. "Then we wait to see what he does next. He will reveal himself. In time." Folding his arms again he closed his eyes. Forgetting the busy room around him, he reached out ot the field. Predicting moves, actions and dangers that were to come . . .

    [Move: f5 - h6]

    Tag: Winged, Sinrebirth
  15. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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  16. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    IC: Polcyc
    Frontline

    Strategies, stratagems. Polcyc had gathered the tattered remnants of his army around him, to join him in an atypically slow death. Slowly, slowly, slowly. He could feel them, near him. The Lord of Sloth nodded, muttering to himself. "Time to bind, time to pass, to..."

    He called out a command over a comlink, gathered in the rubble of this world, as he slithered across the ground. He discarded it, quickly, lest they home in, and circled the area. They wouldn't anticipate him staying here, what with his feint to the left... they would expect him to flee, at the same time. He stretched his face into a grin, a dark and terrible grin.

    "Die!"

    Pawn at C5 to C4


    TAG: Fin and Winged
  17. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4

    "You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake."

    -Jeanette Rankin

    Across a Broken City

    Mizra swirled in a angry haze. The smell of corpses soured the air at every street corner. In blackened, fire-bitten alleyways, Republic soldiers stood at each others backs, offering silent prayers for those they had lost.

    On the rooftops were the Jedi Knights on patrol. They ran on exhausted limbs, but hardly dared to reach out to the Force for help. It was so heavy with pain that they almost feared that it would flinch at their touch. As if it were a wounded animal.

    A serpentine figure skulked below, and hissed a curse to the heavens:

    "Die!"

    Was it directed at his enemy, or his own troops? Did he even care anymore? Sith fed on death, without prejudice to who was dying. And Mizra offered quite the banquet now.


    Jedi Command Post

    "Intelligence from the front, sir," reported Baampu, offering General Brandl the latest readouts. "Mercenaries are on the move. They've crossed the tram lines and are due north of our current position."

    Once again Brandl's officers looked to him for orders.

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  18. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

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    Apr 2, 2007
    star 4
    ooc: sorry for the delay. Very sorry. So let´s bring this to an end.

    Censol Brandl
    Head Quarters

    The Sith raged in their defeat. The Jedi stayed calm and watched them devour themselves. So did Brandl, from the view of this highly abstract holographic image of the battle.

    The officers looked at him now and he nodded. They awaited orders. But he would not give them nay. These orders he would hand out personally to his most trusted ally. "Open channel five." He almost whispered now. The room was so silent there was no need for anymore loud talking. The channel opened immediately and an aged black man stood in front of him, wearing a lightsaber and a Jedi´s armor. "Master Brandl." The Jedi greeted Censol.

    "Master Diath. Time to move. The final battle is about to take place and it will be one that will end all this blood shed. Are you and your men ready?"

    "Rested and ready, Master." The black man said with some confidence. And sympathy. Diath and Brandl had once been rivals of sorts. The war had made them allies. Trusted allies.

    "There is a group of mercenaries, building the Dark Lords last defense. Once taken out, our troops got him surrounded and our starfighters are ready to strike. You will take out this group of mercenaries and secure the perimeter of their position. Then take your strongest, most loyal knights and prepare to hunt down the Dark Lord himself."

    "Yes, Master Brandl. I will move my troops immediately."

    Censol nodded. "Move to Quadrant f7 and prepare." Censol nodded. "May the force be with you."

    He cut the connection, receiving a simple nod of the battle hardened Jedi Master Diath. Then he turned to his faithful servant Baamptu. "It´s almost over now, my friend. Almost over."

    [Move d7 - f7]

    Tag: Winged, Sinre
  19. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    OOC: No worries Fins.


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  20. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    IC: Polcyc
    Ground Zero

    A shift was made, and Polcyc began to detect his Maker, at the edges of perception. So be it. The irony was not lost on him, for he was the furthest into enemy territory than he had ever been, and farther from victory he could not have been. But he would kill as many of them as he could, and so the Second Battle would not be a new hope, no, not at all... they would never hold this world, and Sith revenge would come far quicker than their return to this world... no, the Sith Empire would strike back, as it always did.

    And so, Polcyc made one more of his final moves. This would buy him some much needed time. Yes, indeed it would. One more death would suit him fine. Or maybe three. Or maybe... a glimmer of victory?

    Bishop at F3 to E4


    TAG: Fin

    OOC: It took me weeks to get through writers bloc with this... and when I finally wrote a considerably better post, 'Show Recent Replies' killed it! [face_plain]
  21. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    Feb 28, 2003
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    OOC: That's fine, we've all been there. I tend to write all my posts up in Wordpad or some other program these days, just in case.


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  22. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

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    Apr 2, 2007
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    Censol Brandl
    Headquarters

    He watched the holographic display. No battle plan unfolded anymore before his eyes. not casualties were reported. The battle had come to an end and what remained of the Sith prepared for a last stand, as their hunt came to an end. the orders were given. The jedi masters and the knights would enter the zone of the Lord of the Sloth and make him pay for his crimes. Vengeance was not a Jedi like thing to give yourself, too. But a sense of justice, censol felt, had always made him a better judge of situations.

    "Proceed." He ordered the attack on the last controlled merc-battalion and watched another piece of holographic energy move towards the position of the first.

    [Move: F7 - F6 / Chess]


    Tag: Winged, Sinre
  23. Sinrebirth SWC and EUC Forum Moderator

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    IC: Polcyc
    Defeat

    One last death, Polcyc had said, yes. The wind howled with the voices of the Jedi and Sith he had killed today, and the sharpness of the screams told the Lord of Sloth that the majority of those cries were those of Sith. Polcyc's membranes equalised, and he realised he could actually hear real screams. His retinue had died long ago, and he turned to look around the devastated area he now was to call his grave - the remains of a planet, of a fortress... of an empire. His danger sense may have been screaming, but Polcyc slithered from the wreckage, down the depths, towards the offensive sound.

    With a stab of his comlink, he made his last order, but it would not be the last death. No, not at all. His tongue played out from between his jaws, tasting the air; hot and sweaty fear - his last meal, he idly reflected. Polcyc passed a knot of crushed innocents, his bloodlust amplified by the sight of the lost, and he pressed himself through another parting of debris, pressing his arms to his side and, at a glance, he would appear to be a massive and terrifying snake, an appearance which had, centuries ago, cheered him when he ever scared an adult or seasoned warrior.

    Today he would settle himself for scraps, but he would squeeze every last drop out of them. Blood, as well, though that would be last to be drained from the morsel. And, there it was. Polcyc sensed the teenager, early twenties at best, from what the centuries-old creature could judge ? ah, yes, its leg was trapped beneath debris, perhaps completely. The boys eyes went wide as Polcyc appeared over him, pressing out his flaps and hands, hissing with a grin. The boy went white with shock, but, no, that was not enough.

    He wanted the boy?s screams.

    Opening himself up to the Force, Polcyc was a shining beacon in the darkness, no, not a beacon, but a link, reaching out to connect with the approximate location of foolish Censol, and Polcyc raised a clawed hand, raking it down the cheek of his prey, drawing a dribble of blood as the child drew back, whimpering but not much else. A lap of his tongue drew the bead of fluid from his claw to his mouth, and Polcyc exulted in this little moment. He reflected that, centuries ago, he had named ?Sloth? not for his long perspective, but for his ability to torture his victims for hours on end?

    He did not have hours, but Polcyc would torture the teen nonetheless. He shifted his bulk, adding weight to the debris, and a sick cracking from the teens foot rung out, blood seeping out from under the rocks. The child screamed, and Polcyc tasted the air, drinking in death.

    Polcyc reached for the childs hand, taking it in powerful hands, and cutting the little creatures wrist, a deep gash, before vising his grip around the childs throat. He was evil, and he wanted Censol to realise just how little he had won. The Sith Lord drew his tongue into his mouth, dislodging a tooth with a ounce of pressure from the Force, and he swallowed the poison pill he had kept to hand for so many, many years.

    He began to convulse almost immediately, but he would kill this one last life, to spit in Censol?s face, once and for all. He leaned forward, the teen, both bleeding to death, both from wounds inflicted by the Sith, one fighting back with all his soul, screaming and kicking and punching and tearing, one embracing his death as he had this childs brittle neck, even as blood began to seep from his membranes and eyes and mouth and sacs.

    Polcyc took his time dying, as well.

    Unfortunately, his last victim was just as resistant.

    Bishop from E4 to F5


    TAG: Fin, Winged

    OOC: Wotan I love Polcyc. He is evil to the last. :cool:
  24. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

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    OOC: That he is, Sinre.:eek: What a fitting way to bow out.

    And so we reach the end of the endgame.


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  25. DarkLordoftheFins Force Ghost

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    Apr 2, 2007
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    Censol Brandl
    Headquarters


    The final battle had begun and even now there would be death and blood. Friends would fall. But not many. Nothing was to loose anymore, but the lives of those who were ready to give themselves to the force. But they had to win everything. Darkness, it tried to spread in the cage his armies had created, but it was only a needlepin, a tiny spot. A last and final battlefield for the war of of Mizra.

    The price, there always was a price. And the lower your army paid for your victory, the more your soul had to carry the burden of bloodshed. The Sith had been defeated. And it was a terrible defeat. They lost all their troops and killed less than a third of the Jedi and only one of their more prominent Masters. Their stronghold was lost, but the Jedi would soon find a next target and a next and while the Sith reorginzed themselves, they would wipe the out of most systems surrounding Mizra. maybe the whole sector and the weakly defended worlds behind them, too.

    A victory like this could turn a war. Especially because it brought the one thing, that the Sith feared most. Hope.

    The galaxy would never learn that Censol had sacrificed a close friend. Or that he had ordered troops to be sacrificed to lure the Sith into an offense, that would destroy them. they would neer learn he had been colder, more calculating that the Sith. The will of the force had been done and Censol had always known it was his part to pay the price. One more battle.

    Jedi Knight Morine contacted him. She was now the contact to his headquarters, while her Master lead the Jedi Knight at the ront line. "approahcing the final group of Sith, Sir. They are in a place hard to defend and seem to be weakened. Behind their lines, the Dark Lord awaits. We won´t be able to reach him fast enough, my Master asks for you to cut off his escape if possible. Or we . . . "

    Censol raised his hand. His face showed no sign of pride or triumph, although his men in the headquarters could hardly hide it.

    "Done." He only said. "You will be covered by Prodigal Squadron. Master Diath and two infantry regiments are nearby. He has nowhere to run."

    The knight smiled and bowed. "Then I ask for permitance to join my brothers on the field."

    "Permission granted, may the force be with you. Brandl out." And he cut off the connection.

    "A job well done, Sir." Baamptu smiled next to him.

    "The force guided me." was censols dry comment on it and he nodded. then giving the man who had served so fiathful at his side and acknowledging smile. "But a job well done by both of us." He added. And a single button gave the command to attack. More death and then there would be peace. The Sith had failed.

    Censol Brandl smiled. And turned around, as his men stared feverish on the screens. He had forseen the outcome. No matter to wathc it anymore.

    Move: F6 - F5 / Cessmate, I´d say

    Tag: Winged, Sinre?




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