SWRPF Archive ~Dark Reign: The New Apprentice~

Shany Talar

naboo, orbit

Shany was getting anxious for a response. Mumbling to herself "this isnt working. this soooo isnt gonna work..." then finally there was a reaction. unfortunately not the one she was hoping for. her ship got towed in towards the biggest star destroyer. "Oh crap.....now what...." she tried her controls. nothing was responding anymore. "well.... they wont take me without a fight!" she said caressing her blaster. "unless......" she thought for a moment and then started erasing her log. "Thank god I dont have anything to smuggle on here now". she tried to ready herself for the encounter.

back inside her cabin aboard her ship shany was frantically looking for the best piece of clothing she could find. then she made her hair back in a ponytail til she looked as neat as possible. "hmmm ... maybe I can pass for an imperial official incognito that way? its worth a try" she said as she zipped up the jumpsuit and put on her best jacket.

Tag: Darth_nemesis

 

IC as Vaughn Serratt:

Aboard the Reaper, within the Glory of Mandalore's Hangarbay

When the Emperor finally appeared it was as if a god had appeared before its most devout and loyal servant. Vaughn felt many emotions when he contacted His Imperial Majesty foremost were devotion and loyalty to the one being capable of uniting the galaxy. But deep down he felt a twisting in his stomach.

Fear, Vaughn thought with a sullen rage. He wasn't afraid to face an army of opponents yet a simple meeting with his master and it blossomed within. Using an ancient Sith technique Serratt channeled his fear. Now the fearful energies would aid him in percieving his environment and more importantly his master.

?Hello, Starskimmer,? the Emperor said. ?I suspect all is going well with you. I have something I wish for you to do. Board the Death Star, Starskimmer, and enter the training room. There, you will meet another of my servants.? That was all His Imperial Majesty said before he disengaged the link.

"Yes my master." Vaughn intoned to where his master had been.

Almost mechanically Vaughn sent the proper codes to allow him to disembark from The Glory of Mandalore, after doing a final sweep of his ship for tracers or other less savory objects he lifted off with the practiced skill of an ace pilot.

Entering the proper hyperspace vector Serratt made the jump to hyperspace without fanfare. He was prepared for whatever awaited him at his destination.

Before he dropped into the meditation trance one thought plagued him as his decidely rank aroma filled the cockpit.

I still need to take a kriffing shower. Thought Vaughn dully as he slipped into a meditative trance designed to refresh and empower.

Tag: No one

 

IC: Alex d' Cannith

"Your move first, buddy."

Alex smiled as Carl brandished his vibro-sword. Alex instantly analyzed the Rebel.

My stun baton will be worthless against him and his armor. I also have to use my vibrosword against him. The young fencer thought.

He unsheathed his own vibroblade and brought his blade out in front of him, one hand grasping the blade (OOC: Think of a basic fencing form).

He struck, bringing his blade in for a lightning-quick feint and then, pivoting on his left foot, brought his blade around in a roundhouse strike at Carl's torso.

TAG: Squishy_Vic
OOC: You can block this easy, Squishy.

 

~IC: High Inquisitor Tremayne, enroute to Death Star II~

?Tremayne, it has been some time since I have seen you. You began to worry me,? he said, smiling a bit. ?I have something I wish for you to do, Tremayne. Board the Death Star, and enter the training room. There, you will meet your opponent in a duel. I will have someone there to greet you.?

Tremayne bowed low to his Master "Your wish my Lord." The communication ended and Tremayne gave orders to his Captain to remain in orbit, and not to do anything without first consulting him. The High Inquisitor then left the bridge and went to his personal shuttle, it departed and he quickly made the trip (with a personal escort of 4 TIE's) and docked at the Death Star II. As he exited the ship he looked around for the person Lord Palpatine had waiting for him.

~TAG: Nemisis, or whoever I am meeting~

 

IC as Carl Jones

Carl quickly put his virbo-sword facing down to block the slash at his torso. He was impressed how quickly Alex struck. It was astonishing, but he would have to do better. Carl, breaking the clash, brought his vibro-sword downward to strike at the thigh of Alex with a lound metal clang.

TAG: KOTORFan8

 

~IC: Boba Fett~

"Now now Mr. Fett, we mean you no harm or trickery. The Emperor is on Coruscant of course, with his new apprentice Luke Skywalker. He called you here to avoid the spotlights and notoriety on the capital planet, and also because frankly he was quite busy."

He gestured to Fetts seat.

"Do have a seat. Eat something. I have been authorized to negotiate on the Emperor's behalf. We have a great assignment for you."

~Boba Fett, nodded to the Admiral. He was surtainly impressed by the hospitallity(sp?) he was being shown. Probably the best he has had in years. He wasn't very hungry tho so for now he would just sit.~

~Boba Fett took his seat. He set his Blaster Rifle across is lap. He then turned his head to the Admiral.~

"Now, Admiral, what is the assignment? I am very intrigued to hear it."

~TAG: Piett~

 

Darth-Zame43, LeiaHair

Leia nodded her head. "Do you think I am ready to do this, Master Obi-Wan? I mean, I haven't had a lot of training yet..." She let her sentance trail off. She really didn't know if she was ready, but if Obi-Wan said she was, then she would surely do it. Obi-Wan was wise, and she would trust in his words. She waited a respond.

Darth-Dispicable

As Tremayne entered one of the hangers onboard the Death Star, Palpatine did indeed have a man waiting for him. This man was named Tate Shephard, one of the officers who runs the Death Star, personally appointed by the Emperor himself.

"Welcome Tremayne. I have been instructed to take you to the trainin rooms. So, please, follow me," Tate said as he began walking out of the hanger room. He nodded to a group of Stormtroopers, telling them to let noone enter this hanger, as it is a private hanger only accessible by the high ranking Imperials.

Weaving through the hallways, and going up countless levels in the elevator, Tate leads the High Inquisitor to the training room. As they enter, Tremayne looks around the massive room as stormtroopers practice shooting, others practice sparring with droids and other humans.

Tate leads Tremayne into a room in the corner of the training grounds. Inside, one wall was covered with an assortment of different weapons. The others had nothing on them. In each corner, there were large vases. In the middle of each wall, connected to the ground was a stature of different Palpatine.

"Wait here, Tremayne. Your opponent will arrive soon." He began to walk out of the room, but turned around at the last moment. "Feel free to use any of these weapons, unless of coarse you have your own.

HandofSkywalker86

Vaughn Serratt exited out of hyperspace some time later, and began approaching the massive space station known as the second Death Star. As he flew The Reaper into the hanger, he noticed another ship was there, and that meant someone high ranking was here. Something may be going down...

Vaughn exited his shuttle, and a man walked up to him. "Hello, Starskimmer, I am Tate Shephard. I have been instructed to lead you to the training chambers. So please, follow me." Tate lead the man through the halls of the Death Star and to the elevator. After a few minutes, they entered the training room, and Tate led him to the room in which Tremayne was located.

?There you are, Starskimmer. Feel free to use any of the weapons on that wall over there, unless you have your own you wish to use,? he said, smiling. ?Now, once I leave, begin your duel. And remember, Palpatine doesn?t want either of you to die at the moment, so do not kill each other.? Tate walked out, and shut the door, beginning the duel.

darth_nemisis

 

IC: Piett

Piett took a seat and poured himself a goblet of Haven Water.

He chuckled.

"I'll get right down to buisness then. You're reputation for appreciating such straight-forwardness precedes you. Mr. Fett, how would you like to join the Empire?

Now, now, before you reject, lets talk, think about it for a second or two. We're willing to make some very special exceptions for you."

Piett put the glass up to his lips and sipped.

"You see... the Rebels are becoming harder and harder to catch these days. While they have less people, some say they have better people. Smarter, stronger, more shrewd and cunning than the Empire has. The Emperor has thought this over, and realized that we too need smart people in the Empire. This would include you."

Piett reached for a cluster of Thyferian Grapes and popped on in his mouth.

"Now we are willing to offer you a variety of incentives to join us. We'll subsidize you're whole operation. Basically, put you on the Emperor's payrole. Credits will no longer be an issue for you. We'll give you rank. You woun't have to attend the Academy or anything. We just want you working for us.... and only us."

Piett gave a smile as he looked over at the helmeted visage. He gave a little grin.

"And believe me Mr. Fett. We give excellent retirement benefits, and some of the finest stock options in the entire galaxy. Surely you won't say no."

TAG: Kast

 

IC: Alex D' Cannith

His attack was foiled as Carl brought his blade down to block his attack; the parry was followed by a downward strike at Alex's thigh.

"Blasters!"

The Rebel cursed as he quickly jumped over the blade with only seconds to spare. Alex landed back on the ground and struck back at Carl, lunging at his torso again.

TAG: Squishy_Vic

 

OOC: darth nemesis, you forgot to write something formy character in your post

-Mel

 

OOC; Oh, oops. I didn't see any of the posts on the last page after my post. So, sorry. I will get to it soon.

darth_nemisis

 

IC as Vaughn Serratt:

Training Room, aboard the Death Star II

Vaughn entered the room refreshed from his meditation. The first thing he noted was that he wasn't alone. Another man stood in the room awaiting his arrival. The man was none other than High Inquisitor Tremayne. Serratt had seen the man twice once in person as he headed to a meeting with his master, and another in a holo of the Emperor's inner circle.

Tremayne was considered a devastating warrior and a skilled practicioner of the force. He would be a worthy foe.

His own identity was somewhat less known. He intended to use that as an advantage. Vaughn's Sith Amulet protected him from the senses of other force users as long as he wasn't actively using the force. Vaughn would allow the Inquisitor to think him a forceless wretch who was tired from previous exertion. The duel would go badly at first with Trmayne taking a sizeable advantage.

Then when the Elite got cocky Vaughn unleash his true power.

He pulled his sword from its sheath with feigned weariness. And took up a novice's guard stance.

"Lets get this started then." Said Vaughn rather dully. Inwardly he hoped Tremayne would take the bait.

Tag: Darth-Dispicible

 

Can Veers be alive?

 

OOC: Sorry guys long working weekend

IC: Alaine Kirral

"Good shooting two"

She said to Jaren over her headset. She would have praised him more but still had her own fighters to take care of. Juking and weaving, her targeting bracket flickered red green red green. both interceptors then did a sharp dive. Pushing forward hard on the flight stick, she brung her own fighter into a dive. Letting off a busrt of laser fire, the red enegy beams grazed one fighter on the backend. It wavered and pulled away from its squadmate before being blown through by another burst of laser fire. It exploded and Alaine sliced through the debris, her cockpit shuddering as stay pieces hit of the x-wings shields. cming out of the fireball, sh lost sight of the other interceptors

"Sparx, locate target...ugh!"

She said as she felt the laser blast of a interceptor shake her cockpit. Sparx wailed a warning tone. The fighter was behind her and chasing her. She juked and weaved but the thing was sticking to her like sealant to an x-wing side panel.

"Damage report sparx!"

The droid warbled and Alaine nodded

"Two Ive got one on me! can't shake him. Mimimal damage"


TAG: Jaren, Nemisis

 

OOC: I'm back... but I'm waiting for a post from OBI WAN.... so yeah...

 

~IC: Boba Fett~

"You see... the Rebels are becoming harder and harder to catch these days. While they have less people, some say they have better people. Smarter, stronger, more shrewd and cunning than the Empire has. The Emperor has thought this over, and realized that we too need smart people in the Empire. This would include you."

~Boba Fett, was surprised by this. He wasn't expecting this at all. He thought they were just calling him in to do their dirty work not actually work for them. The question Boba Fett had now is what were and are they willing to offer.~

"Now we are willing to offer you a variety of incentives to join us. We'll subsidize you're whole operation. Basically, put you on the Emperor's payrole. Credits will no longer be an issue for you. We'll give you rank. You woun't have to attend the Academy or anything. We just want you working for us.... and only us."

~Boba Fett's eyes widen greatly behind his mandalorian helmet. "The Emperor's payroll?" Boba Fett thought to himself. "It doesn't get any better then that. Credits having no issue anymore." He was truely surprised by their offers. He was pleased to hear he wouldn't have to join the acedemy, because that would just be a cake walk for the bounty hunter.~

"And believe me Mr. Fett. We give excellent retirement benefits, and some of the finest stock options in the entire galaxy. Surely you won't say no."

~Retirement plans were always a plus. But Boba Fett isn't anywhere near needing retirement. Stock plans on the other hand are very intriging.~

" Well Admiral Piett, I am very intrigued with your offers. Not having to deal with credits anymore is almost like a dream come true."

~Boba Fett, paused in his speech for a moment. To think more on the subject. He didn't want to jump into things to quickly.~

" I will give you my answer by the end of today. As for now, I would like to see my quarters that I would be staying in."

~Boba Fett got up and head for the door. If his quarters were as good as he was imagineing he would surely say yes.~

~TAG: Admiral Piett~

 

GM Note: I would like to announce to everyone that I have not forgotten this game. I have just been slightly busy. So, I am sorry for not posting. I hope noone has forgotten this yet.

darth_nemisis

 

Can i be Veers or is it too late to join?

 

IC: Jaren Loskue, Syylenen, Flight Simulator


"Copy, two," Jaren said through his virtual comlink. "On my way." Jaren found the TIE following his fellow Rebel. He flew behind it. It was maneuvering quite well for a TIE Interceptor. After several seconds, his targeting system locked on to it. "Finally," Jaren mumbled to himself. He squeezed the trigger and thanks to a perfect shot, the Interceptor was demolished. Jaren breathed a sigh of relief. It was over.


Tag: Jedi_padawan_leigh, darth_nemisis

 

IC as Carl Jones

Carl smiled as Alex was barely able to get away. As his friend came at him again, Carl stepped back and to pivoted to the right, forcing Alex to completely miss and possibly stumble. At this moment exactly, as he came to a stop, Carl reversed his blade and threw a swing at Alex on the back to prevent it from cutting him, maybe only bruising him slightly.

TAG: KOTORFan8

 

IC: Piett

The Admiral gave a repressed grin and nodded.

"Of course Mr. Fett... this way."

As the Admiral stepped with the bounty hunter into one of the turbolifts down the hall, he thought idly about his orders.... spare no expense he had said. Well, Piett had certainly followed that.

He keyed the button to the Officer's Suites and inserted a rank cyclinder for access...

"You'll have a room with the other high officer's and Admirals on this level. The same level Lord Vader and myself reside upon."

The doors opened up and he led the bounty hunter into a lush red ovalar rotunda.... he went up to one of the many doors and opened it, ushering the man into the room. The lights clicked on.

Fett stood in a living room, with a lush couch and caf table next to it of Endorian wood.

"You're living room." said Piett. "Through that door is the kitchenette, and through that door is the bedroom. "Emperor" sized bed.

He stood and let the man do the looking for himself in the exquisite suite. And Piett didn't even tell him about the luxury fresher attached to the Bedroom.

TAG: Kast

 

~IC: High Inquisitor Tremayne, Training Room, aboard the Death Star II~

He pulled his sword from its sheath with feigned weariness. And took up a novice's guard stance.

"Lets get this started then." Said Vaughn rather dully. Inwardly he hoped Tremayne would take the bait.

The High Inquisitor looked at the adversary that Palpatine had arranged for him, and he had to admit that he did not know the man by face. In answer to the challenge, a lifeless and unenthusiastic challenge, Tremayne grabbed the lightsaber from his belt and lit the blade.

The Inquisitor had also in this time been trying to feel out his opponent and size him up, and he had to admit that he did not think too highly of him so far. This man was not even touched by the force, but the High Inquisitor stayed cautious as he went into the match.

"Very well, let's get this exercise over with." Tremayne stated in a bored tone, he was not that bored though, in fact he was curious as to the nature of this man before him. The Inquisitor moved in slowly with a calculating look in his eyes, as he came within striking range he lashed out quickly with his weapon, the strike came in low and to Serratt's left side.

~Tag: HandofSkywalker86~

 

IC as Vaughn Serrat:

Training Room, Aboard the Death Star II

"Very well, let's get this exercise over with." Tremayne stated in a bored tone, he was not that bored though, in fact he was curious as to the nature of this man before him. The Inquisitor moved in slowly with a calculating look in his eyes, as he came within striking range he lashed out quickly with his weapon, the strike came in low and to Serratt's left side.

Vaughn parried the blade, using a block worthy of a somewhat skilled yet tired swordsman. And sent his own rather weak reposte.

As he swung he spoke, "Is that all you've got Jedi. Your just like the rest of 'em: weak and stupid."

He said this in order to get the Inquisitor to fall into the darkside and to further his less than glowing portrait of Vaughn.

Tag: Dart-Dispicable