SWRPF Archive Dawn of a New Threat (100 yrs after the Yuuzhan Vong)

Moshu glances at Feylis. "Master? I believe that it is the power that counts, not the title. If you have the power and ruthlessness to be a Sith Master, then you have no need to have the title. In fact, being an knight as powerful as a master has it's advantages. People underestemate you.

 

Brins force pushed the Ewok against the wall. Moshu hit with a thud as Brins glared at him. "It was an honest request. But to be a Master, she must defeat a Master." Brins said as he ignited his double bladed black lightsaber, a color of blade very hard to see in the darkness of the room. Even with the torches lit. He used the Force to aid his speed and was soon in the shadows. He drew his cloak over his white skin and was soon invisible but through the Force. He moved constantly, never tiring. "Feylis, the time is now. We fight!" And with that a blur of motion the hood came down and it was apparent that Brins was indeed behind Feylis. He sent a bolt of Force lightning at her.

 

The SSD Negotiator and the turned NR fleet dropped out of hyperspace at the newly rebuilt capitol.

George, "What a glorious day this is. Corusant is rebuilt."
1st officer, "How true sir, it is a glorious day indeed."
Comm officer, "Sir, the Emperor wishes us to meet him at his palace."
George, "Prepare my personal shuttle, and death squadran."

George entered his personal Sentinal Class Shuttle. It took off downward torwards the planet, followed by a pitch black TIE Defender Squadran with 1 red strip on each of its wings and an Imperial logo with a skull in the middile. Georges shuttle reached the palace landing pad, outside was the Imperial guard escort, that took him to the Emperor.

George, "Greeting's my master"

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Moshu relaxes against the wall. He watches Brins and Feylis with amusment. "How funny. All this for a silly title."

 

Are any other NR people here?

Rock Dragon? Goo Child? Sabergiett? Anakindobski? Heeeloooo? Am I all alone now?

 

OOC: Is Brin's ISD II around Iridonia? He hasn't mentioned it being anywhere, so I'm assuming it's with him.

IC: Kaylen's A-wing reverted to realspace. "Finally!" he announced. Patience was not a virtue he had much of. He checked his long-range sensors and discovered an Imperial Star Destroyer nearly opposite his orbit.

"Well, that's a relief. Fighting that thing would be a waste of time," he mumbled to himself.

On the planet below, he felt an odd tremor in the Force. "Hmm? A battle! Intriguing. I wonder which contestant I felt before? Which is truly the master? This bears farther investigating."

He dropped low to the surface of the planet to avoid any scouts launched from the star destroyer, then followed his senses to the site of the battle.

After landing outside the large stone structure that he found, he exited the fighter to wait for the outcome of the fight within. He stood patiently... for about five seconds, then began pacing between the starfighter and the structure. Patience did not come easily to him.

 

Moshu senses a force-user. He makes his way cautiously outside, and begins spying.

 

Feylis set her mouth grimly and thumbed on her lightsaber, igniting an amethyst blade. Who was this person, who could barge into her life and poke fun at her? A Master was a title of respect. If she was a master, people would give her the respect she truly deserved.

She sensed Brins through the Force and absorbed the lightning with her lightsaber. She leaped high and landed behind Brins. She began furiously attacking her master. But soon, she was on the defensive. She grit her teeth. She would not lose. She would win.

She suddenly thought back to the first time she handled a lightsaber. She had been four or five at the time. She had been a precocious child and had mastered the basic techniques at an early age. And then she remembered the other day, when she had mastered that complex move. She could do this...

Meanwhile, she had grown lax in her offensive. She determindedly stuck through and leaped behind Brins once more. She shot off bolts of Sith lightning and moved the bolts with her telekinesis. While he was distracted, she lunged and began the complex move she had recently mastered...

 

Shadoloo sat in his quarters, meditating over the device which he had recovered. It had taken a year of study with the Aing-Tii before they revealed its existance, and another year to discover its whereabouts. He knew that this little thing held more mysteries than he cared to imagine.

The Jedi was shaken out of his reverie by the stuttering shake, which could only mean they had come out of hyperspace...and unexpectedly.

A mental projection from Master Wensicia instructed him, and the other Jedi, to come to the bridge. Once he reached the command deck he could see what the situation was.

Outside, the other capitol ships in the fleet also began dropping suddenly out of hyperspace. Facing the fleet was a long convoy of supply ships, making its way across open space. Protecting the convoy was an array of various craft, many mismatched, and only a few seemed to be of military quality. The holographic projector which displayed the situation revealed that they had been pulled out of hyperspace near Kuat by a gravity well projector from an unidentifyable source.

The ship's telescoped were directed upon the various escort and supply vessels, focusing on a peculiar snow-flake shaped symbol which graced each hull.

"That sign, it looks...familiar. But I can't place it." Master Wensicia Skywalker said.

It took a moment for his history lessons to come back to him, but soon Shadoloo knew what it was. "Imperials. That is the old symbol used by Dantius Palpatine's reigeme. The remnants used it for several years, but outlawed it during the Yuuzhan Vong invasion last century."

"By the Force! I think we have just found our first group of pirates." One of the other Jedi exclaimed.

As the words left her mouth, the new squadrons of bubble fighters could be seen forming up. The tiny craft, not much more than a transparisteel ball with a pilot, were the newest Chiss advance in nanotechnology. Each fighter had a one-meter radius, making it considerably smaller and less massive than any other fighter in existance, and even smaller than the command pod of a TIE craft. The clear bubble gave the pilot an almost unobstructed view of space around him. The entire engine, power, life support, and drive systems were contained in a black box which fit below and behind the pilot's very minimalistic chair. Two proton torpedoes could be fired from a tube which also seconds as a pilot's footrest. Six lasers were arranged on swiveling mounts around the sphere, and each was controlled by an independent droid brain in the engine box. The small size and advanced sheild gave the fighter an incredible amount of protection from glancing blows, which were much more common than the typically fatal direct hits. The spherical shape also allowes for an incredible amount of maneuverability, since the main bulk was contained within the center of the sphere, or in the engine box, which was positioned to use the pilot's weight as a counterbalance.

The fighters were a tight fit for wookiees or trandoshans, but could fit two humans, albeit they would be cramped.

The bubble fighters sped ahead of the clawcraft, dodging or deflecting the Imperial's lasers. A unified volley of fire from the multitude of fighters dealt anough damage to the Imps to make their cannons follow the fighters, which appeared miniscule on the targeting computers.

The distraction allowed the clawcraft to make their run unopposed. The now battered Imperial craft were swarmed with speedy and maneuverable fighters, and were distracted long enough for the capitol ships to move in close enough to open up with turbolaser fire. A majority of the Imperial craft were vaporized beneath the massive guns, and the supply ships, which were the slowest vessels on the battlefield, were soon after caught and disabled, then dragged back to the fleet to be pillaged and the crews interrogated. Once that was taken care of, the fighters searched the surrounding space until they found a gravity well mine, which also seemed to be transmitting as a beacon for supply shipmen

 

Kaylen paused a moment in his pacing. He thought he had sensed a nearby Force-user for a second. But, no, the fight was still going on. He must be getting paranoid.

 

Brins brought the low blade up and parried the move out of the way. "That move is fine against singles. But a double, that is entirely different." Brins said as he violently force pushed her into a pillar. She crashed to the ground and had the wind knocked out of her. But instead of declaring victory, Brins paced. He waited for her strength to recover. And when she did, she came charging at him. He sensed her anger, it was rising. But it wasn't at full height yet. When she got to him he parried the first strike. "If that is the best you can do, then maybe the Sith don't need you!" Brins said as he countered the jab. She parried the shot but Brins was in a full acrobatic turn now. He came around ready to slice her with the other end of his saber. But she was too quick and recovered with enough time to catch Brins in the back with a Force push. He hit the wall so hard pieces of stone began to crumble. Using the Force he was soon on his feet and facing Feylis. They began pacing eachother, neither one wanting to make the first mistake. A mistake that might prove fatal. "Your cautiousness betrays you, young one. I sense you are not even at Knight level anymore."

 

"That's a jedi all right. Moshu soesn't like Jedi." Moshu fires a bolt of Force Lightning at the man, and pulls his lightsaber out ready to ignite it.

 

Kaylen sensed a bolt of Force energy. He made a Force-assisted leap to clear the incoming lightning.

"So there was a Force-user back there! Know that I will kill you if you don't show yourself now!" Kaylen announced as he activated his gray lightsaber.

"You will see what it means to attack a Sith!"

 

Feylis was getting angrier. The Sith, not need her? Fools! She started a fast spin attack, always attacking, again and again and again. Her lightsaber blade was no longer a single amethyst blade, but a violet semi-circle of light. She strove harder and harder for her target. She pushed her offensive as her anger grew. She no longer used caution. She gave herself completetly over to the Force. And the Force found a willing vessel in young Feylis. The Force channeled her power...ever closer to victory.

 

Brins went on the defensive as she came at him, full of anger. It was almost complete. Brins chose this time to master a skill he had been learning for quite some time. He concentrated and sidestepped her next attack. She went forward but regained her footing and quickly turned around to see Brins standing there, lightsaber deactivated. "Strike me down. It is the only way to become a Master. If you can not strike down an opponent in hate, then you are truly a Jedi and not a Sith." Brins said.

 

"A sith? Ha. You don't look like a sith. But who am I to judge? If you attack me, you will also know what it is like to attack a sith." Moshu becomes cautious, wary of the man's every move.

 

Shadoloo's blade flickered through the darkened room, deflecting and absorbing bolt after bolt which was fired at him. His quarters had been set up to be a rough match to the training facility he had aboard his ship, only it was much more primitive.

Remotes swirled around the Jedi, each firing their small orange bolt at unpredictable times. Miniature blasters with droid brains had been mounted on the floor, walls, and ceilings, and old war droids which had been carefully reconstructed moved around the room, firing their arm-mounted cannons. Three training droids swung low-powered lightsaber blades, shot out arms of metal, or sliced at him with vibroblades. The variety of different training units made the Jedi's position a dangerous one, with hundreds of bolts and blades being fired or swung at him every minute.

The white blade danced and swung, knocking away the steady hail of beams. The remotes and droids detected that it was time to increase the difficulty of the training program, and began firing more rapidly and with greater precision. Just as he was about to be overwhelmed, the second blade activated, giving some releaf to Shadoloo.

In his peripheral vision he could see his stateroom door slide open and closed again. A cloaked figure walked around the perimiter of the training ground, aparently not interested in the Jedi. The figure moved over to the black box which held the pyramidial device. A hand reached out, and was about to release the lever to open the shell. One of the beams from the war droids was deflected wildly out of the training field, and cut across the path of the figure's hand, stopping it long enough for Shadoloo to reach out to the kill switch and deactivate the training cycle.

A moment later, he was standing next to the dark figure: "I don't remember it being customary for one to barge into the private stateroom of a guest of the fleet, especially when the privacy notice was active."

The figure pulled back her hood, revealing the delicate but sharp features of Wencisia Skywalker. "No, Jedi, it is not. But I did knock. I presume you didn't hear because of all of your fanciful play."

"Fanciful play? I am not one who subscibes to the belief that it is the right of a Jedi to abandon their primary duty as defenders and allow onesself to grow lax in their training. It was the shift from soldier to diplomat that allowed the Jedi of old to be eclipsed by the dark ones."

"Very well, but you should watch your tounge. By labeling my ancestors as Dark Ones, you are shaming my family."

"I did not mean to imply that the noble Skywalker line was in any way corrupted. I was mostly referring to the Darth known as Sidious. But I can see how such a statement would affect the last scion of the Old Jedi."

"I may be descended from the Old Order, but I am still the heir intendant to the New Jedi Order. But while we are on the subject of heirarchy, I have recieved news from Chandrila. Chief-of-State Ralroon has been granted emergency powers by the Senate. He has begun to impliment his plan to dispell the pirates from the galaxy."

Shadoloo's mood immediately improved. "Any word on what we will be doing?"

Wencisia thought about withholding the highly-classified information, but decided againt it, "While the civilians were not too enchanted with the prospect of another war, the fleet and our allies were more than willing. We have retrieved reams of data about the deployment of the pirates from the ships that have been captured, and expect this to be a quick and fruitful war. One third of the fleet it to remain around the primary planets. The rest will be deployed down the trade lanes or vested to us. The Chiss and the Imperial Remnant fleets have been granted free reign over the Vong Corridor and the Slice. The Hutts, Hapans, Mon Calamari, CSA, and Bothans will take care of the heartland of the galaxy, and the Jedi have been instructed to provide for the clearance of the Core, while the NR fleets will assist with the mop-up and occupation of recaptured worlds. Th

 

OOC: Hmmm...

IC: Feylis stood there, sweating and panting. Suddenly, a vision, of a man and woman with a babe in between them...her parents...she was sure of it...how...how could they leave her like that? Sadness mingled with anger and adrenaline. With a cry she leapt forward and knocked Brins down. His lightsaber went flying. Her blade rested an inch from his throat. She trembled with indecision. Why here? Why now? A vision of the parents who she had never known...it made no sense at all. She straightened herself.

"I care not."

Feylis realized the enormity of what she had done. She could be branded as weak, as a coward, as a...Jedi...but she did have the tiniest inkling of gratitude for this man who had raised her.

She cleared her throat, her lightsaber not moving from his throat. She wanted to know about her parents...but sentimental feelings about the past might confirm her cowardice.
She thumbed her lightsaber off.

"Do with me what you wish."

OOC: Trick questions, I like not.

 

OOC: Darn it. Not what I expected.


IC: Images flashed through Feylis' brain. The images were different from what had just happened and all of a sudden she found herself thumbing the blade of her lightsaber to life. "Kill me!" Brins screamed from the ground. "As you wish, my Master." Feylis heard herself saying. It was her voice, but it didn't sound like her. It was as if she was living a dream. That was why she was so surprised when her hand came up in a slicing motion and removed Brins head from his neck.

 

OOC: What do you mean? Not what you expected?? And what are you doing, going and killing yourself??

IC: Feylis was shocked. But she thumbed her blade off.

"What will be will be." She said softly.

She turned around and started walking. She stopped and bent her head.

 

Clapping came from the darkness. Feylis turned around quickly to see Brins emerging from the shadows. "Very good. Master Feylis. Even when coerced into killing a friend, you show no sign of grief for what you thought you did. For you see, the Brins you killed was a Force projected image. I myself, am quite fine. As for you. You have risen to the rank of Master."

 

OOC: *scowl*

IC: Feylis scowled. She absolutely hated being tricked. Then she grinned. She swept Brins a dramatic bow.

"Thank you, M'Lord."

 

Brins nodded. "Now, let us go see how Moshu is dealing with the other I sensed during our fight." Brins said as he walked outside.

 

Feylis hooked her lightsaber to her belt, brushed back her hair, and followed Brins. She arrived on the site of the Ewok and a short man dueling.

 

OOC: Sorry Sevrance_Tann I have the Golan Companies.

IC: Emperor Kuan was informed of the fighting at Kuat.

He felt Jedi where involved.

He ordered the ISD II's the 35 that were there to grab hold of the shipyards.

Also hyperdrives where to be installed.

The ships where all to go to Byss.

Kuan ordered the same at Corellia and Bilbringi.

All of the Defenses also went with the shipyards.

That left over 150 ISD II's at Byss. Many other smaller craft were also there.

Fondor shipyards where to be moved to Bastion.

The Bothawui, Sluis Van, and Yag'Dhul shipyards moved to Eriadu.

Each of the capitals had 100 ISD II's as defenses, plus the shipyards defenses.

The Emperor ordered Martial Law in affect and ordered mines to be placed in all hyperspace routes to each capital.

He also recalled the ships sent to Hapens and all but 2 ISD II's sent to Ralltiir to Coruscant.

The Emperor in charge of the Golan production and all 50 Golan 3's put over Coruscant.

The 20 Interdictors had there gravity wells come up and the over 200 ISD II's formed up over the Capital.

The 3 SSD were ordered to spread out.

Back at Kuat the supplies where sent to the planet.

The Emperor again sent out a Message to All Sith to come to him to destroy the Jedi, as they where back.

He also sent out a Force grip to any Jedi. It was strong enough to kill most Jedi, if they weren't strong enough.

He then went to talk to his Grand Admirals.

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