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no shis are at fondor....or a shipyar.
Brey'lia's fleet dropped out of hyperspace at the now-abandoned Fondor system, and saw only Esterrel's fleet. The lack of wreckage told him that Fondor, like most other shipyard planets, had had its shipyards moved. The admiral grinned at this, and sent a transmition to the Wraith spy ship:
"Colonel, did we have a trace?"
The reply came back almost immediately, <Sir, yes sir. A hundred and twenty-seven traces in fact, along with a dozen Morays and another fifty eye-witness or probe records of where the shipyards went. We have been watching the shipyard as it jumped to the edge of the galaxy, and have every point plotted. The Rebels were arrogant and hasty, they didn't have time to sweep even a fraction of the shipyard for our moles and homing beacons, and the morays and trailing ships also didn't have much of a problem catching on. The fleet is ready to jump at your discretion.> The Wraith replied.
"Hold steady, colonel." the admiral changed to a different frequency: "Admiral Esterrel, if you would be so kind as to join me tonight, I believe we have much to discuss."
Some hours later
(2000 hours GalStandard)
Esterrel glanced around the viewing lounge of the High Admiral's command ship. He made a small adjustment to the hem of his uniform. He didn't know High Admiral Breil'lya well, but one thing was common to the Top Brass, as the Corellians called them: they all had a profound respect for decorum and propriety. Which had brought Esterrel into conflict with some of them in his younger days...at least, until the blaster bolts started flying. Old age, he guessed, had worn down some of his rougher edges.
The High Admiral hadn't seen him yet. Likely they were still processing the intel data from the moles and probes placed in-system before the Imperials...Rebels, he told himself again...cut and ran. The process was like sifting sand through a screen, and Esterrel wasn't offended by the delay.
His communicator beeped. He pulled it out. "Yes, Memnon?"
"Just thought you'd like to know, sir: Anchorhead Station's reporting test phase complete. They're sending the first four operational models to our location, best speed. Should be here in an hour or so."
Esterrel could almost see Memnon's wry grin. "Apparently Maxis had three other test sites he didn't even tell us about. All of them have come up trumps."
"All right. I think I'll be busy with the High Admiral for a while. When they get here, I want those four vessels at the heart of the fleet. Put Achilles and Antipodes to flanking positions around them; Rogue Squadron to close escort."
"Fine. Esterrel out."
He stowed the communicator, and waited for the High Admiral to make his appearance.
OOC: It would be very simple for a galactic government to build a shipyard if one is needed and not present. Even if it is a makeshift one that is not intended for permamnent use. That could be what is being done on Fondor. But I don't know.
IC: In the mid-sector of the region formerly known as the Unknown-Region, the colony of the New Galactic Republic has now been completed. Here is a little bio of the new planet, so it can be incorporated into the story faster and easier.
Terrain: Mountains, hills, forest, ocean.
Size: "Uhm, about the same size of the Milky-Way's Earth"
Capital City: Millgora
Government: Independently ruled by the Supreme Chancellor of the New Galactic Republic, who serves as its Head of Government and representative in the New Galactic Senate.
Affiliation: New Capital of the New Galactic Republic
Citizens: Colonist of the New Galactic Republic, now recognized as "Millgorites"
Brins came upto Feylis' side and, looking over his shoulder, said: "You handled that situation very well. You've been handling everything well. What I'm trying to say is...We have to leave this planet. I'll probably send those two off together, help them to rely on eachother. But I want you by my side in battle. I feel a war coming on involving us, and I need someone I can trust with my life on my team. So, are you up for it?"
Shadoloo dreamt of turboskiing on the glaciers of his homeworld and rock climbing on the steep slopes of Nirauan...happy dreams, content dreams, dreams ignorant of the uncertain and probably painful future which awaits him.
Brey'lia prepared the sitting room in the flag-officers suite which he had commandeered on this ship after the loss of his flagship. Two holoprojectors sat in the room, each displaying a different wedge of the galaxy.
Admiral Esterrel was escorted into the chaimber by a pair of guards, who left the room after delivering their ward.
Brey'lia hoped he wouldn't come off as austentatious or as a stiff flag officer to the admiral, who was more valuable than the paper-pushers at fleet command would care to admit. He had worn one of his best uniforms, with more black and red than the standard white and grey of his species' uniforms. "Ahh, Admiral, so nice of you to join me. I have been awaiting this honor for a long while, hopefully under better circumstances. I have read much about you and your accomplishments for the Republic. It took a considerable amount of time for all of the files to be decrypted for me. There seem to be some elements in the government which would like to keep you buried. Are you hungry? I have had my protocol droid prepare a meal suitable for a human palate. I hope it is sufficient."
Without even a salute, the Admiral pointed the way to the table set at one end of the room, which had been darkened to better display the holoprojectors.
Esterrel shook his head at the High Admiral's compliment. "I've...been away a while, sir. I'm still not certain as to the wisdom of calling me out. My thanks, though."
He spotted the portyguls. His mouth watered, involuntarily. He moved as nonchalantly as he could over to the table, picking out what looked to be an especially juicy one. Esterrel took a bite. It was as sweet as he remembered. He hadn't had one of these since...
Since his wife.
The sweetness faded a little. He turned back to the High Admiral. "You'll be pleased to know we've just about got Project Anchorhead online, sir. The first four ships are on their way. Whatever it is you're planning, I think they'll be of help. But what is this all about?"
OOC: 6-6-6, I couldn't resist. After all, you're the one who made a character called Wensicia
Kaylen looked to Brins. "Master, what should I do with this thing?" he said, gesturing to the Jedi.
Shadoloo's dreams took another turn. Now gumdrops and sugarplums danced in his head, swirling and twirling by the hands of faeries froliking in a world of chocolate and sweets. Occasionally there would be a lemondrop or a piece of candied fruit falling from the sky, mingling with the other sweets. A line of little men dressed as a deck of cards marched past, followed by dozens of Umpah-Lumpahs throwing golden bars of milk-chocolate into the air, which quickly sprouted wings and flew up to the clouds to dance with the faeries and the sugarplums.
OOC: Can I wake up yet?
"Ahh, yes the reason for you coming. As you can see over here, we have two maps. Both represent possible strategies for a future course of action." The admiral went to the nearest holoprojector to point out the finer points.
"This here is the empty sector. As you probably remember from your days at the academy, there really isnt much of interest there. It expands from beyond Endor to the farthest edge of the Galaxy. This is the perfect place to hide any large-scale construction project, and the Emperor realised this a century ago. If the tracking beacons, the moles, the spies, the trailing ships are correct, then this is where the Rebellion is hiding all of those shipyards. We need to strike hard, and stike fast. I would stake my life upon the fact that the Rebels have this area buttoned up tight, and so I have been preparing a large strike force to make a short cruise over to the Rim."
He walked over to the other map. "Our assets are not large enough to wage a total war against the Rebels, but I believe that we can at least keep them on the defensive with some creative thinking. One command will be sent to the Rim, while the other will need to continue to sweep out the Inner and Mid Rims, and make sure that the Imperials..er...Rebels don't get too arrogant. A strike against their capitol would be both premature and wasteful, and the High Command and the Senate both reccomend a course of action which will lead to the highest possible attrition rate for the enemy with the fewest number of losses for us. If I am not mistaken, this is one of your specialties. It would also give us a chance to try out the new devices which your teams have been so hard at work with.
"Both the plans are highly sensitive and require the utmost secrecy, that is why I am not able to deliver to you the exact outlines which are being written up at this very moment by the think-tanks over in the Force-knows-where. Both plans will require your skills, and that is why I am coming to you instead of someone more...reputable. The choice is yours, whether you want to go visit the Farthest Rim or do some house-cleaning."
OOC: Only groggily and slowly, 6-6-6. We need to have BSSL tell us what to do about you.
Brins turned to Kaylen, "Stuncuff him, put him in a pod and jettison him into space." He then turned back to Feylis. "And your answer?"
"Hmpf!" Kaylen sniffed at Brins' impatient response. "I guess we don't need him then."
He turned to the Jedi, who was just beginning to wake up, minus all weapons and gimmicks, which Kaylen had thoughtfully removed. Kaylen activated his gray lightsaber. "Look, Jedi, I hope you don't mind terribly if I just kill you now. I don't see any point in keeping you prisoner any longer." With that, he jabbed the saber forward, intent on poking out the other's eye. And brain.
OOC: I meant to mention the frisking earlier, but forgot to do so. And this is the kill shot, 6-6-6. If you don't do something really clever really quickly, you're dead.
OOC: If you don't mind, I'll post two possible responses, and decide which one I want to carry through with tomorrow, depending on what mood I'm in.
Shadoloo did not want to wake up, he wanted to return to the land of sugarplums and golden chocolate with wings. The grey lightsaber drove through his eye and into his brain. Shadoloo's brains were melted and his blood boiled. His blue head exploded, spreading a red, sticky goo all over Kaylen's robes. The body's innards dripped out of the neck, while the body itself faded out of existance and into the Force. Kaylen was left with a big, stinking, bright red, pulsating, beating pile of the Chiss' innards, ruining his boots and soaking through to his feet.
As Shadoloo was dragged across the sand, slowly coming awake, he head what the Sith had planned for him. Once the Sith let go of him, he created an image of himself laying in the sand through the White Current, while his real self rolled away, also hidden beneath an illusion of the White Current.
As the lightsaber struck down through the illusion and into the sand, he let the shell of himself fade into nothingness, as if he were truly a Jedi passing on into the Force. The thought of how close he had come to death angered the Chiss. He stood up, warily at first, but then more confidently. The Jedi reached into his cloak to pull out the small pyramidial device which he kept pressed to his skin at all times, and used it to channel his power. The codex glowed and shimmered, expanding the Jedi's power, which was augmented by his hate and wish to destroy the little Sith. A storm of Force lightening, not blue like the Sith, but Emerald, flew at Kaylen from beneath the illusion made in the White Current. A million beams of emerald light surged across the hostile landscape, while a massive bolt of lightening was summoned down from the heavens to smite the little man from the surface of the planet.
OOC: Hmm, the last one's more dramatic and will keep my story going longer, but the first one is more fun. I'm not sure which I want to keep.
Esterrel gave it long moments of thought before replying.
"If Project Anchorhead's going to be the decisive device we're hoping it'll be, better to give it a test phase out on the Rim. I'll take the Rim...do some damage out there before we take it coreward."
OOC: Sure you're not certain. I doubt you'll actually let me kill your character.
Shadoloo moved his head four inches to the side, letting the blade pass by next to him and singe his hair. He then tried to roll away.
"Very well then. I will leave the fleets which you take under your command at your discretion. I'm sure that Corellia will be well managed while you are away."
"Oh, come on, you just woke up from being knocked out, so how can you just dodge a lightsaber like that?" Kaylen activated his other saber in his other hand. "Mereth? Would you kindly make sure this piece of trash doesn't escape while I'm trying to kill him?" With that, Kaylen began forming illusory duplicates of himself, and all began assaulting the Jedi.
OOC: I knew you wouldn't let me kill him. *sniff* You have some other chacters in this RPG, so let me kill this one. Please? "Wwwaaahh!"
Technically, the other character is an NPC, so he's not exactly MY character, but I'll go along with it...for now.
The Sith's lightsaber slashed through Shadoloo, again, and again, and again. His clothing was tattered and stained with bright red blood, while the blue-skinned body was painted a reddish-black and laid in peices. The Jedi was dead. The remaining peices of his body faded out of existance, passing on into the Force. All that remained was a large red stain on the sands and stone of the wretched planet, and the singed, tattered, and stained remains of his black and grey overcoat, which was quickly immersed and carried down to the bottom of the sands or carried away on the winds of the wretched world. The death of the Jedi created a disturbance in the world so tainted by the Dark Side. Stormclouds gathered overhead, and a volatile wind picked up. The sands of the planet swirled around the spot where the Jedi died, while a large twister formed from funnelclouds above. Rain and lightening joined the mix, sweeping away the last visible signs of where the Jedi died, and hardening his blood beneath the wet sand.
Sorry, just felt like being dramatic there for a minute./>/>
OOC: I really didn't think you'd let me do it... I was trying to use reverse psycology, but that didn't work. Acting childish, seems to have worked, though.
IC: Kaylen took a deep breath. "Well, I'm surprised he didn't put up more of a fight." He looked at Brins. "So, Master, what now?"
Don't worry, I'll come back to haunt you.
In the newly constructed senatorial office departments, Supreme Chancellor Nakar looked proudly out of one of the large transparisteel windows out of his offic - overlooking a very sceenic part of Millgora. He could see, directly infront of the office building, the large basin surrounded by beautifull trees now in their stage of blossoming blueish-pink flowers, and the basin was filled with dark blue water with lilies floating atop the small waves. Across the great basin was the New Senate Rotunda, which added and extraordinarily beautifull backdrop for the scene; as it was constructed of white marble with a blueish tint, with greyish steel beams, supposedly supporting its large dome, reaching to the heavens in an angelic manner after acsending out from under the middle of the dome.
The city was powered on pure solar energy, so there would be no pollution of the planet's clean atmosphere, no power shortages, and no ugly power planets to produce false energy. The large island that the city was constructed on was nothing short of paradise, but the capital only accented that beauty even more. The New Jedi Academy was also located on the island, but a little ways from the actual city limits, as to not disturb the training of the young minds of those attuned to the Light Side of the Force; for the beter of the training. It, like many of the official buildings of the new capital, was contructed of the same local whitish-blue marble that was plentiful on the planet. It consisted of chambers for the New Jedi Council, and was equipped with the largest training quarters known throughout the galaxy for the time being. It, like most of the new galactic government structures, was among the most beautiful.
With the approval of the New Jedi Council, and the approval of more than two-thirds(2/3) of the New Galactic Senate, a Senator was soon to be elected to represent the New Jedi Order in the New Galactic Republic. This served as a turning point in history as the Jedi Order never properly was represented in the Senate before, and also would be used to keep corruption and deceit from the confines of the rotunda's walls, and to keep one hundred years' past history from ever repeating itself.
The Congress of the New Republic has also now put forth an act as to where all vehicles and official Republic ships - manufactured within the borders of the Republic - would be equipped with a special chip that would alert new planetary border programs that a ship entering its atmosphere was of the Republic or not(or maybe simply without a chip). If not, sky and ground crews will escort those ships to a secure and appointed spot where the ship and passengers would be inspected for safety to the citizens. Any ship that was manufactured before this act was passed, the Congress urges the owners to have one installed as soon as possible; and Congress has also recalled fleet ships that are not active to have one installed into every ship on location. The ships will not be removed from their appointed location, as the Imperial Rebels might see that as a moment of weakness on our part and attack with no force against them.
Brins turned around to see what he had felt. "I told you to stuncuff him and jettison him into space. Under different circumstances, he may have been an ally! Consider this your only warning, never disobey orders. Now, you and the girl follow behind us to the city." He once again turned his attenction to Feylis.
Kaylen was startled for a second. Though he was not dumb enough to say anything, he didn't think this was quite fair. After all, he would have died if he were stuncuffed and tossed into the eternal night of space, so all he'd done was save material. Well, he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Apparently, Brins didn't use sarcasm, as he'd thought that was. He made a mental note of that as he followed the Sith Masters.
Feylis looked away for a moment, considering.
Then she turned back to look at Brins.
"Thank you. And yes, I will be glad to be on your team."
Mereth looked at the blood on the ground and then she looked at Kaylen.
"How can someone as cute as you do that??"