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Star Wars Star Wars: Episode VI - As Father and Son - Part 3

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  1. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

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    Geonosis

    Cantina...

    This wasn't where they wanted to be. Tatooine was parsecs away, but impenetrable - to anyone but Mandalorians. Calo Fett and Zaydin Demasca sat in an offworlder cantina in the main Imperial spaceport to discuss their way in. Security around Tatooine was tight, with a motley collection of ships - it was rumored that they even had a super star destroyer. "They" being "whoever the yotz was occupying Tatooine." Larger attempts at incursion had failed, and so the Mando'ade were not trying anything large, here. But two men seeking intelligence? Now that seemed doable.

    TAG: Sarge, Sawn

    Mandalore


    Space...

    The Silver Lining II, Muri Mikaru's new vessel, had been privately contracted to move Mandalorian iron for the Empire. The planet, bombarded as it had been from space, had opened up to reveal valuable deposits of its legendary ore, and the Empire was not about to let it go. Mining operations had been going on for some time, but this recent push had shown them a period of unprecedented boon. New ships were needed, and Mikaru bid high for the contract. Besides - the Empire owed him for the unfortunate losses he suffered at the hands of the Rebels.

    TAG: Kahn
     
  2. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Queen Lumiya
    Speeder, en route to the Sith Temple

    Lumiya wondered how they had reached this point. Three more long years of warfare without end, a truly Imperial Civil War which had made the previous altercations pale in comparison. Lumiya's eyes were focused out the transparisteel window of their armoured holocar, as they went to meet them; the Imperial Knights. Sith in all but name. A Dark Order. Lumiya pressed her lips together. This was unbecoming, to be frank. Lumiya had expressed her displeasure many a time. But what Sidious had, Librium had to have, and the only true advantage Sidious had in this long war was the innumerable Dark Jedi at his command, in Librium's opinion, and so Emperor Skywalker was right.

    Queen Shira's opinion mattered little. Lumiya, for her part, had been focused on the minutiae of raising their child, and wrestling him away from the endless swarm of servants and cooing bureaucrats at this point. The childbirth had been particular painful, dragging out for 9 hours if only so the Sithspawn - literally, in this case - could torture his mother. It would probably have appealed to a sadist like Sidious, but Lumiya constantly feared for her small boy.

    A flicker in the Force told her that Flint was, indeed, late, as her husband had so aptly stated. Lumiya attempted to not let her frustration show, because she wasn't irritated at the bane statement. So she nodded in silent agreement. She was infuriated at how she had been tied up so grievously by events.

    Her plot's to bring down Vader had been thrown into Librium, and he seemed to be destined to make the same mistakes as his predecessors. Lumiya shifted in her constrictive garments, all crimson and purple - purple, the colour of the face of that terrifying Luke monster from her vision on Ruusan, constantly worn to remind her to be afraid and fearful of that future - and sat up. She flexed her fingers, replaced long ago with grown clone hands, and even her scar had been removed by the ever present propagandists and spin-doctors. Lumiya was dead - Shira Brie was reborn, and so she referred to herself without fail as Lumiya, in her mind, to remind herself that the heart of the Empire had to be black.

    Satisfied with her appearance for Librium's sake, she bristled in that way she used to when left out of the loop. Which she often was nowadays. A paramour probably knew more about their respective others actions than she did. "So what business do we have to attend to today?"


    TAG: Matt
     
  3. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

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    Aug 19, 2002
    Coruscant

    Sith Temple...

    The Emperor looked sidelong at his beautiful wife. She'd been repaired much physically, mostly for the media's sake, but somehow Librium missed the way she used to look. It was more authentic to him - this woman beside him, while ravishingly beautiful, was not the woman he'd made love to on Ruusan. She was not the woman he'd watched endure the suffering of birthing little Caden - the woman who bore the marks of her pain proudly.

    She did not approve of the Imperial Knights, adherent as she was to the Rule of Two. She did not understand the possibilities that an Order such as this provided the Sith, the completion of the foolish Jedi's dream of old. They could not ever truly serve justice and peace because they did not have the will to true power. But the Sith...perhaps if Vader and Sidious were foolish, it was for their betrayal of Tyranus, a man who sought a more complete understanding of the Force, the man who - though duped in his arrogance by Palpatine - had been enough of a visionary to plan this dark Jedi order, this Fist of the Empire. What would his spirit think to see his dream brought to bear by the son of the man who beheaded him?

    "So what business do we have to attend to today?"

    Librium smirked. "You know very well, my dear. My home. The situation has not improved."

    TAG: Sinrebirth
     
  4. Kev-Mas_Colcha

    Kev-Mas_Colcha Force Ghost star 5

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    Dec 15, 2002
    OOC: Since I haven't posted it yet, here is my CS:

    Name: Kev-Mas Colcha
    Species: Human
    Gender: Male
    Age: 52 standard years (Born 45 BBY)
    Height: 189 centimeters (6 feet, 2 inches)
    Skin Color: Pale (Caucasian, with Dark Side Corruption)
    Eye Color: Red (Cybernetic Implants)
    Hair Color: Jet Black
    Homeworld: Coruscant
    Weapons: Red bladed lightsaber, Merr-Sonn Munitions, Inc. IR-5 "Intimidator" blaster pistol
    Possessions:
    - Commands the following:
    - - Gladiator-class Star Destroyer Deathbringer and its full complement - Used as an assault craft for larger scale operations.
    - - 53rd Stormtrooper Regiment (Usually onboard the Deathbringer)
    - Personal Starships (both can sometimes be seen onboard the Deathbringer):
    - - Republic Sienar Systems Star Courier Shadow Messenger - Used mainly for short ranged missions, and those where he?s assigned to other Star Destroyers than his own, and large mission groups.
    - - Cygnus Spaceworks VT-49 Decimator Malediction - Used for larger missions that don?t require full Star Destroyer support.
    - Cybernetics:
    - - Cybernetic Replacement Eyes (Red), Gives Multi-Frequency Targeting and Acquisition System (MFTAS) with Electrobinocular magnification, Infrared, heat sensitive and night vision optics
    - - Neural Implant, Gives the capability of interfacing wirelessly with a datapad, comlink, integrated targeting computer on blaster pistol, and/or beckon call device, and sending visual data to the linked Cybernetic Eyes.
    - Utility Belt:
    - - Two spare blaster power packs
    - - Energy rations
    - - SoroSuub Corporation C1 personal comlink
    - - Three water packs
    - - Two medpacks
    - - Beckon call device
    - - MicroData Technologies Versafunction88 datapad
    - - Two sets of binders
    Profession: Fallen Old Republic Jedi, Graduated Emperor's Shadow Guard, Dark Side Adept, Imperial Commander
    Languages: Galactic Basic, Binary
    Allignments: Palpatine's Empire
    Appearance: [image=http://kevmascolcha.co.cc/kevmascolchaphoto.png]
    Biography: Kev-Mas Colcha was a Male Human Jedi Knight in the Clone Wars, an Emperor's Shadow Guard in the years leading up to the Galactic Civil War, and a Dark Jedi in the Galactic Civil War. Kev-Mas was born 45 BBY on Coruscant, to Ric and Karin Colcha.

    Kev-Mas, found easily by the Jedi on Coruscant, as it was the same planet where the Jedi Temple resided, began his training as a Jedi at an early age. He, however, was not the best Jedi, and struggled with many things, including Attachment, Anger, and Frustration, which were labeled as Dark Side feelings. He had a tense relationship with his master, Seth Donara as well as with the Jedi Council, which eventually led to his fall to the darkside, even though it happened after he was knighted.

    After he was Knighted, at the age of 21, the Clone Wars began, in which he developed many skills on the battlefield, including tactical knowledge, lightsaber and starfighter combat skills.

    However, Kev-Mas? career as a Jedi ended when he was 26 years old, and turned rogue. He fell a victim to the lure of the Dark Side after narrowly escaping the Jedi Purge. It started when he was blinded by the light from a Clone Trooper's Flash Bang, made permanent by a genetic defect. Aided by the force, he managed to stumble over to his Jedi Starfighter quick enough to blast them with his laser cannons, and escape.

    He was eventually found by an Imperial Inquisitor, who tortured and brainwashed him into swearing complete allegiance to the Empire. He was then tasked with his first mission for the Empire, to hunt down his former master, in exchange for a pair of cybernetic eyes that would not only give him his sight back, but assist him in his eventual career. Desperate to regain his sight, and knowing that refusing would likely cost him his life, he accepted.

    Kev-Mas, after returning to the Inquisitor with his former master's lightsaber as proof of the deed being done, his new eyes were immediately installed, and he was sent to the Imperial Royal Guard Academy on Yinchorr to train to become an Emperor's Shadow Guard, under the
     
  5. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

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    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: A Hand
    Naboo, Theed Palace

    At one time this had been more, at one time this had been less, but in all times that mattered and all times yet to come this was as it should be. The world was still recognizable to any that had lived there or even visited the homeworld of the Emperor as he had before. There were shaaks that still grazed, tusk-cats that kept them as feed herds, gualamas still wrestled in the fields of endless grazz with coats forever white horns resplendant and fangs protuding. Even the twirrls hunted ducks in the nearby ponds as greysors looked on hungrily for those dropped morsals and low perches.

    Yes, Naboo was still Naboo. If one looked closer though, if one looked not at the landscape and bluring motions, but at each piece alone, one would notice everything had a sharper tooth. Horns that hused to rarely see use except in defense were now implimented as gutting tools, and occassionally upon ones own species.

    Perhaps though, greatest of these that had caught his eye whilst revisiting this world, had been the Voorpaks. Once the most docile of creatures, fragile, warm, and completely domesticated to being used as living hand warmers for the aristocratic and commenor alike. They now were quick thieves that were forming what best resembled packs instead of colonies within the city, raiding the nests of any creature that left their young alone for more than an instant. In the back alleys he had even heard by whispers from those that did not know he was there, that houses were being proofed lest these roamers "attacked anymore babies".

    It did not matter though, as he knelt upon the hardened stone beneath his body, one of two so bent that only fealty and power could bring them so near to the rocks without exhaustions weakening hand. So it was they knelt before the Emperor, himself in robes dark red, wearing a golden helmet of Mandolorian iron reformed in the image of what he was. A royal guard, although this ones hardness ended beneath the jaw with tiny grey chainmail links tucked into his robes. He was a personage concealed as he prefered, trooper, guard, bounty hunter, hand. He was known by his marks and red gloved hands, as a Hand bound of free will to him who had taken him.

    ?Kir Kanos?Kev-Mas Colcha?rise.? came his Master's bidding, and he obeyed. Unlike the mechanations of the one beside him he arose to an anxious attention, every muscle tensed and ready to jump to the coming command with every fiber of his being. ?One of Skywalker?s dogs has landed and infiltrated the swamps. He is no doubt here for the secrets of the World Devastators. I want him found and I want his corpse brought to me. Is that understood??

    Bowing from the waist, an old habit that did yet live, he gave his concent and pleasure at the will of his Master. The dog of traitors would feel the pang of death first, and nothing else truly mattered. Not even the mystery of the rebelious nature of Tattoine, only now the death and thwarting of the Skywalker dog. Thoughts yet formed and he pushed them to the side of his mind, they were for another time.

    This was his Emperor's galaxy, they merely lived in it to obey.

    TAG: Boba, Kev-Mas_Colcha
     
  6. Sarge221

    Sarge221 Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2006
    IC: Zaydin Demasca
    Geonosis, Cantina


    Lifting his own glass so that he may stare at the contents, Zaydin bore that same inquisitive look that has been on his face many times since his journey from the Unknown Regions. Taking his time before needing to speak with Calo, Zaydin took a small sip of the alcohol and paused, allowing himself to truly sample the taste before nodding to himself. Not very strong, not like the modest concoctions that the Mandalorians have made during their exile but the flavor was still appreciable.

    Of course, drinks were hardly the most interesting of specimens that he had seen. All around him, everything that was completely normal to most was a new experience to him. The drinks, the aliens, this very establishment, hell, the entire planet was new to Zaydin. But then again Zaydin had been born and raised in the Unknown Regions all his life before being found by the Mandalorians. Correction, the second group of Mandalorians that had found him. The group that he now currently served.

    His services which have brought him here. Since hearing the stories, Zaydin had been curious about the so-called Galactic Empire. His Mandalore was curious as well but for different reasons. Whereas to Zaydin the Empire was an entity unknown and unfamiliar to him that he wished to learn about for the sake of knowledge, his Mandalore wanted to know when the best time it was to kill it.

    Or rather, to kill them. That was one of the first things that Zaydin learned: there were two factions that were calling themselves Empires. Some galactic power, the Mandalorian had thought upon this revelation. Instead of this unified, military power that he was told to expect, he found two self-declared Emperors squabbling with one another with a mess of troops, ships, and super weapons. Just this gem of information has made Zaydin's role as a Mandalorian scout and spy all the more interesting.

    Setting down his glass upon the table, Zaydin felt that usual spot at his left cheek itch. He ignored it as he focused upon Calo Fett.

    Zaydin didn't know much about his fellow Mandalorian other then that he had supposedly fought the Empire before the Mandalorians had imposed exile on themselves. Before the Empire had become fragmented as it was now. He also got the impression that the name Fett held some form of glory or at least some kind of popularity behind it but Zaydin had never learned the significance behind it. Maybe he'll ask one day.

    Similarly, his companion probably didn't know about him either. He might know that Zaydin was one of the misfits that the Mandalorians had picked up to increase their ranks in the Uknown Regions but that was probably it.

    Otherwise, Zaydin was exactly a he appeared: a twenty-one-year-old man with black hair that dropped to the nape of his neck and green eyes. As it is currently his role to spy, he was not decked out in his Mandalorian armor as such a sight would hardly be discrete. The black chestplate was all the armor that he wore and even that was hidden beneath a green tunic. A brown duster coat was worn over both while black leggings completed the ensemble with boots and gloves. He had his weapons as well.

    Looped over his shoulder with a sling was the latest Mandalorian assault blaster rifle. Short but powerful - almost overpowered as Mandalorian weapons of old were - while possessing a simple stock and scope. It was fast becoming a standard weapon in the growing Mandalorian forces with it's simplicity and reliability. The rest of Zaydin's weapons were nothing really new; an S-5 heavy blaster pistol holstered at his side equipped with a cable launcher holstered at his side, a pair of thermal detonators, and a shield gauntlet worn over his left hand. There was also a short, primitive shotgun holstered at the small of his back.

    Finally, a sword was sheathed at his side though it was a bit unusual. The blade was formed with beskar and shaped in the usual short, curved form of a beskad, but the hilt was odd. Though shaped normally, within the hilt wa
     
  7. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

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    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Lumiya

    Librium smirked, he tended to in these situations, that sidelong smirk he had inherited from his favour in his heady days as a Jedi. Lumiya knew it well, had been quite acquainted with it in the long years since Caden's birth. "You know very well, my dear. My home. The situation has not improved."

    Yes. It had not. The Noghri, Tuskens and Jawa's had unseated several attempts by almost every faction to capture the planet, and even Sidious, as close as he was from his fortress of Naboo, had been unable to achieve much. Lumiya's mind turned to the issue, indistinct to her, as the shuttle came down, the pilot expertly manoeuvring them without a single shake; had he done so, Luke would have removed his throat... his temper was hardly what it was. She readied herself to rise, majestically, as always. "Is it truly him, do you believe?"


    TAG: Matt
     
  8. Sawn_Kassal

    Sawn_Kassal Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Jul 29, 2008
    OOC: Holy crap I've missed out! Lol

    IC: Flint
    Sith Temple, Coruscant


    Once the proud center of the Jedi Order's timeless peacekeeping campaign, now the base of operations for Darth Librium's New Sith Order, the former Jedi Temple tood as a statement to all who opposed the Skywalker Empire that they would not bow nor falter to any foe who dared challenge their rule.

    Much had changed in the past 3 years: the galaxy had been divided due to the existence of two Empires, the Rebel Alliance had become a shadow that long passed, an heir to the Imperial Throne had come into the world, Lumiya had become wholly human once more thanks to the use of cloning technology, and Flint had graduated from a lowly apprentice to a Sith Lord. Yes indeed, the times had changed.

    From the ashes of the Jedi and Sith came a new organization, the Imperial Knights, created from the ideals of Count Dooku. Where Vader and Palpatine feared to share their titles of Sith, Luke had chose to embrace the idea that an army of dark side wielding Force users might be just what the galaxy needed. No code of ehtnics to hold them back from exacting justice, no fear that the dark side would overtake them, the Imperial Knights did the work that the Jedi Order had been too afraid to and the Sith Lords of past were too corrupt and self-absorbed to do.

    Flanking each side of the hallway were the black armor clad Imperial Knights, each armed with the Force, a lightsaber and the idea that they must do what must be done to protect the Empire, the true Empire, to do anything else was considered treason and treason was only answered with one thing: death. Betrayl was not frowned upon by the Imperial Knights, it was forbidden, against their code. The lesser Knights bowed in respect as he passed, a respected Master in their ranks, one of the original Imperial Council members: Flint Torul II.

    No longer did he wear the navy blue armor that he had once been infamous for in the Imperial ranks, now sported an all-black tunic that would strike the Sith historians as a homage to the late and great Darth Revan. Various pieces of armor covered his person, all made of Mandalorian iron the Empire had been mining for the last 3 years. Forearm gauntlets that stopped just before his elbows, a chestplate that extended well over his shoulders and provided them with sufficient protection in addition to the interjoined crotch/hip guards that extended down the sides of his thighs. Finishing off the armor were calf/shin protectors that extended upward to his kneecap.

    The armor was special, only worn by the highest ranking amongst the Knights. Lower Knights may only get the chestplate, though it was nowhere near in extensive in design as the Masters. The royal speeder was closing in, he could feel the emotions radiating from Luke and Shira. The Emperor was not pleased with him, not only for the fact that he was one of the Senior members and late to the meeting, but because Luke knew him to be a punctual man. Luke expected more out of Flint than the others, always had, something Flint never tried to play nor live down.
    He served his Emperor well and would continue to do so until the day he took his last breath of life. Reaching the Imperial Council Chamber at last, the large doors open, allowing him entry. As he walked in, he reached up to pull down the hood of his robe. His features had changed: he now sported a fine kept goatee, and a wave of dark hair that was neatly kept in a ponytail. Adjusting his gloves, he took his seat amongst his fellow council members.

    "You are late, Master Flint" one of them spat bitterly. Flint regarded the man, then raised his right hand which had been clutching three blood stained lightsabers the entire time. "This, my friend is my explanation..." releasing his tight grip, he used the Force to levitate the three sabers before the Council. "Our intelligence indicated the presence of spies on the planet, Master Tremayne dispatched a group of Imperial Knights to bring the spies back. As luck woul
     
  9. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2002
    Coruscant

    The Sith Temple...

    Luke heard the groaning of the TIE Fighter escort's engines as the starfighters did their last few passes. Arfour Kayfive tweedled his way behind the Emperor as he strode down the walkway, Coruscant stretching out beneath them. The Queen, however, would have her answer. Skywalker stopped, turned - his cloak flowing about his beskar armor - and spoke. "Who else?" he said, and resumed his walk. In the Force, he reached out to reassure his son.

    * * * *

    The Royal couple entered the Council Chamber to find Lord Torul standing over Lord Hethrir, his glowing red blade beneath the man's throat. Skywalker felt a mix of smug self-righteousness and fear from his wife - an adherent of the Rule of Two, she was convinced the Imperial Knights were a failing venture. About the Chamber, the other Masters on the Council radiated a spectrum of emotion from boredom and disappointment to slavering bloodlust. Skywalker, who had been hiding his presence in the Force, allowed his presence to rush forth like a flood, filling the room and choking them all with its potency. "Enough, Torul," he said, "Take your seat." Hethrir's presence eased considerably, and the Council rose sharply before, collectively, taking a knee.

    Opposite the entrance were the two empty thrones reserved for the Emperor and his Queen. Two other seats were currently vacant - Lord Tremayne was away on business, as was Lord Vastor. The rest of the room was full of Sith in their Mandalorian Iron armor, inspired by the cortosis armor worn by the Jensaarai. Many of the Empire's most potent Force users had been killed or converted by Palpatine, and so in order to establish leadership for his order, Luke Skywalker had needed to scour the galaxy to fill ten seats.

    Some were loyal Imperials already, of course. Flint, Hethrir, Tremayne, Naman Cha, and Arden Lynn had been Hands and Inquisitors, some trained by Darth Vader himself. Carnor Jax had been an Imperial Guard, injured by HK-47 when Luke and his Father took the palace and usurped the throne, but Lumiya had taken an interest in his Force abilities, diminished as they had been by his new cybernetics. Sariss had served Jerec, who himself had not been loyal and had paid for it. Kar Vastor had been a leader amongst the Akk Guards on Haruun Kal since the Clone Wars, a man of such awesome, primal power that he immediately attracted Luke's attention once they met. Luxum was what the Jedi of old called the Iron Knights, and Luke was too fascinated by them to not add one to his collection; her conversion to the dark side had been especially delicious. Atri Venkiss became saarai-kar after the death of Nikos Tyris - the addition of the surviving Jensaraai to the fold had been very helpful to the growth of the Knights.

    The Emperor and the Queen crossed the chamber floor to their seats and assumed them. When they sat, the rest of the Knights rose and resumed their seats in the semi-circle. "There are two orders of business to discuss, my fellow Knights," Skywalker said, steepling his fingers before him. "We must discuss the matter of Tatooine."

    "Is it true that -" Luxum began, but Luke silenced her with a gesture.

    "First, we will discuss whatever it is Lord Torul has discovered on his mission, now that he has finally graced the Council with his presence, and made so sure we all knew he was here. Lord Torul...you have the floor."

    TAG: Sawn, Sinre

    Naboo


    Swamps...

    The Sentinels didn't hear Corran Horn enter their facility, but what Force ability they had alerted them that something was amiss. How much greater, then, would his presence be sensed by the Palpatine's pawns, who were presently (and unbeknownst to Horn) making their way towards him?

    Within the facility, Corran was confronted with a vast expanse. Banks of computers and instruments were manned by engineers. Ominous droid
     
  10. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2002
    Tatooine

    The Executor, over the planet...

    It really was overkill to send the Executor for this mission, but the point seemed to be intimidation, here, a slow reveal, to be impressive. And also to show the Princess what she was dealing with. Starkiller, in his cloak, was bound for Kashyyyk along with Admiral Piett. Unlike a number of the slavers they'd knocked down in the past few years, these slavers had Imperials with them - they were a force (no pun) to be reckoned with. The Noghri troops filling the berths - along with their new allies - were prepped for battle, and Starkiller had more experience with the Wookiee homeworld than anyone else fighting on Tatooine; he'd also saved the Princess' life once before. How much "saving" she'd need these days was debatable. What's more, sending Starkiller saved manpower - he was worth the destructive power of ten.

    A few support ships formed up, and Starkiller awaited Piett's go.

    TAG: Ramza, Nick
     
  11. Sawn_Kassal

    Sawn_Kassal Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Jul 29, 2008
    Flint Torul II
    Coruscant, Sith Temple, Imperial Council Chamber


    Giving Hethrir one final glare that clearly told the man Consider yourself lucky, coward..., Flint depressed the switch on his weapon, closing down the blade and turning toward the Royal couple as they entered, dropping to his knee and bowing his head in respect. Strangely, there was no Force lightning, there was no Force grip that resulted in him being flogged against the walls and ceiling. No, as always, Luke chose to hear his case.

    Once summoned, Lord Flint stood to his feet, facing his Emperor and Queen, the three lightsabers still suspended in mid-air now made their way to the arm rest of Luke?s throne. ?Your Majesty, you may recall your task given to Lord Tremayne, one that dealt with finding the next generation of Imperial Knights. Lord Tremayne enlisted my aid in training this group of apprentices. We began with 20 and ended with 8, a squad of battle hardened warriors more than fit to serve you and our Queen?s Empire.?

    Brandishing a disc from beneath his cape, Flint levitated it toward the wall containing the disc reader, once entered, a sound recording played from the Bureau of Intelligence. ?Lord Flint, this is Coruscant Intelligence, we?ve received reports of possible Palpatine spies on world. Lord Tremayne is absent at this time, what do you wish us to do M?Lord?? ?Nothing. If you send a detachment after them, they?ll expect that and spot it easily. Send the Hssiss clan to deal with them, I will arrive shortly? ??The recording ended there. ?By the time I had arrived, the entire Hssiss Clan, our best Knights had been slain by three of Palpatine?s followers. Sire, these weren?t the average Dark Side Adepts of past. You know well, one of our Knighted could easily take out two of his meager Adepts. These men were different, they displayed abilities like I?d never seen. None of us sensed their presence, which leads me to believe he has trained them to hide their presence in the Force. They were too young to be Masters of the Dark Side, which even furthers the mystery shrouding this situation. I killed two of them, but the leader is down in the detention center, missing both arms and legs, but alive nonetheless. I wanted to interrogate him personally, but I felt that decision was not my own to make?

    With a flick of his hand, a datastick flew from his sleeve inserting into the holo-projector tower off to the edge of the chamber. In the center of the chamber, a cylindrical device rose from the floor, filling the upper section of the room with a scene. Eight Imperial Knights, 3 of Palpatine?s Dark Siders, and some of the Palpatine Empire?s Stormtroopers engaged in a vicious battle.

    The Imperial Knights fought valiantly, but one by one they fell to their enemies. Leaping from his incoming speeder which crashed into several of the Stormtroopers, Lord Flint took the battlefield armed with the two green bladed sabers he?d wrenched from A?Sharad Hett?s cold dead hands and began to join the fray. By the end, one was beheaded, another impaled in the chest, and the last left alive but all his limbs had been severed. Flint had been left drained by the battle, never had a battle left him so drained. Not since Ruusan. The only thing that even came close was sparing with Luke or Lumiya.

    Studying the faces of the other Council members, Flint awaited their decision regarding the situation.

    TAG: Matt, Sin

     
  12. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 RPF/SWC/Fan Art Manager & Bill Pullman Connoisseur star 7 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    IC: Han Solo
    Kashyyyk

    Clang. Clang. THUMP!

    "Oww! Chewie!" Han cried out from beneath the Millennium Falcon. Throwing the power wrench he had been using to the side, generating its own series of clangs as it bounced across the tarmac, Han pushed the dolly out from the crawlspace he had been working in. Not even bothering to wipe the grease and lubricant from his face or hands, he stood and backed away to a distance so that he could glare up at the Wookiee perched on the starboard side of the freighter.

    "What the hell are you doing up there?!" he shouted with annoyance, his voice bouncing off of the tall worshyrs surrounding them. "That's the second time your dropped those casings and if you end up breaking 'em, you're going back to that rock and negotiating for a set of new ones by yourself! Those things ain't cheap and I'm through dealing with that little thief!"

    Chewie's reply was less than amiable and Han merely shook it off with a shake of his head before starting to stalk away. They had been out here all afternoon attempting to make repairs after their last run off planet and so far, nothing had been going right. The last thing he wanted to deal with was an angry Wookiee. So, for the moment, he was quick to let him have his way. Chances are, he would be out here later on that night to patch up any work the Wook may have botched up anyway.

    With a sigh, Han settled down on the top of a tool cart and rubbing his palms against his work coveralls to free himself of some of the grime, finally took a moment to rest. As he stared out at the endless jungle, the wind whipping at his tousled hair, he couldn't help but reflect on the series of events that had landed them on the Wookiee homeworld to begin with.

    It would have been too easy to just say the war had brought them here - it was a little more complicated than that. The war had cost them everything they had been fighting for, completely demolishing the last strings of the already struggling Alliance and leaving the survivors stranded in an unfamiliar galaxy. They had no other choice but to come here and hide as they tried to regroup.

    As was the fear from the very beginning, not much had been accomplished and very little changed in the last three years. Well, almost everything...


    Han, with the help of Chewie, had been busy in his own right. He had never been one to just sit around as the galaxy passed him by, so he had found ways to keep himself occupied. Some of those ways consisted of old smuggling runs and past acquaintances willing to offer him jobs in this dark time. Having work also meant plenty of opportunity for adventure and things going wrong, which always led back to time tinkering with the Falcon. That in itself kept him happy for the most part.

    And then there were the twins. With a grimace, Han lowered his head and began to trace the lines in the pavement with the toe of his boot. The twins had changed everything.

    It had been quite a shock to hear Leia reveal the news that she had been pregnant and any happiness he might have felt was quickly overshadowed by fear and regret. If he hadn't been ready for marriage, what made her think he had been ready to raise kids? It hadn't been the most memorable moment during their time on Kashyyyk and it had led to Han isolating himself from her for quite sometime, which was childish looking back at it now, but what other choice did he have? They both hadn't been in a situation to have kids and yet, here they were...three years later and still struggling with the truth.

    It had gotten better, sure, but it still felt out of place. Han had caught himself becoming overprotective of the little grunts, which he couldn't understand considering he didn't actually know what to do when it came time for him to actually play father to them. It was all a big learning process and one he hoped they would have a solution to very soon.

    Another enraged Wookiee howl brought him out of his reverie and snapped him back to the present. Jolting up from the tool box, Han
     
  13. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Kir Kanos
    Naboo, the Swamps...

    He could hear it, feel it, the life of the swamp in all it's newly twisted and tortured glories. Within this humming of vibrant darkness there was a scar, a scar of a darkness darker than any night on any moonless world. Palpatine's facility so showed itself in the din that it made, as choirs of evil intents with actions imagined and performed sang out a drowning drone of exultation to the true Emperor, the Eternal Emperor.

    Still within this, there was something flowed across the prevailing winds, and at it's peak against it despite being of a similar ice and smaller grit. The dog was here, the chase was on. With quickening step and heart he looked to his companion in this hunt, "Revenge might be ours."

    With thirst, hatred, and love swirling in a most unnatural concoction within his heart he spoke like a boma before sinking it's teeth into a meal. In some ways he even wondered. . .was he now becoming more beast than man? It did not matter, loyal subject or loyal beast, such things were written deeper than any well of data, ink, or emotion could yet fathom. For it was deeper than his heart.

    TAG: Kev-Mas_Kolcha, Matt
     
  14. Sawn_Kassal

    Sawn_Kassal Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Jul 29, 2008
    Calo Fett
    Geonosis, Cantina


    Twenty years ago you could never have gotten Calo to believe that someday Geonosis of all places would have a spaceport, let alone a cantina that catered to spacers passing through. Yet here he was, sitting in a Geonosian cantina, sipping on a Corellian ale/juri juice mixture he liked to call ?The Corellian Juri.? 

    Though every bit of 39, Calo looked more like he was 78 thanks to the advanced aging. Now in the past he would always disguise himself, but given the heavy wrinkles upon his face, he felt few could tell him apart from his much younger self in his days with the Galactic Republic just before it?s fall. At one time, it was a necessity as he had a few million lookalikes running around, now he might have a few hundred if even that many. Countless wars had dwindled the Jango Fett clone population.

    Nevertheless, he was clad in simple brown robes, fit for a Tatooine farmer, which would be appropriate for his upcoming mission. Still, he wasn?t so foolish as to come in unarmed, beneath his sleeves were his signature forearm mounted retractable vibroblades and trusty customized Clone Commando pistols holstered on each hip, hidden beneath the cloak he was wearing. If he ran around in his signature Mandalorian armor, especially on an Imperial world such as this, he might not get off it alive.

    In the service of Mandalore, Calo had been given a new assignment: mentor. Until now, Calo had only mentored his daughter and nephew, now he was going to have to show the ropes to some young buck he hardly knew. Zaydin Demasca was the kid?s name as he was as green as they came. Grew up in the Unknown Regions, knew very little about what was going on in the galaxy and it was Calo?s job to bring him up to speed.

    It didn?t stop there either, Mandalore wanted Calo not only to show Zaydin what it truly meant to be Mando?a, but to be a good spy and scout on top of that. If the Mandalorians had an Intelligence Division, Calo would probably be at the helm now. Extensive years of being a trained Assassin, lurking in the shadows, blending in to his surroundings, appearing oblivious to other sentients, collecting intelligence and data without looking suspicious, these things were all makings of what Mandalore was looking for. And that was what the Mandalorian Protectors needed more of: trained spies and scouts. 

    So here he was, acting as a teacher of sorts to the newbie. The boy?s eyes fell on him, Calo turned his attention away from the bar back to the boy. ?Y?know if we weren?t comrades, a look like that would start a fight. Be mindful of how you look at people, places like these can be a little rough. Sometimes you just can?t stay out of trouble, but it?s our job to avoid it like the Rakghoul plague, understand?? 

    Taking a sip of his Corellian Juri, the young man looked around at his surroundings yet again before returning his gaze to Calo. The Old Mando Clone was about to voice another lesson when the boy interrupted his train of thought with a question.


    "I wonder if we're looking at it the wrong way," Zaydin finally spoke aloud to Calo after he took another, longer sip from his drink. "Do you think that infiltration - armed infiltration at that -, is really our best method? From what I know so far, the residents of Tatooine hates the Empire. Wouldn't they want to welcome people such as us that can prove to be allies?"

    ?That?s a naive way to look at things. Just because they?re not friends of the Empire doesn?t make them friends of ours. I dunno how much you know about Noghri and Tuskens, but they?re not the friendly sort. Tuskens most especially. Another thing, when you first walk into a place, scan your surroundings, get to your corner of the place, then look only in your peripherals, you make yourself look suspicious by looking around so much. That?ll get you some unwanted attention?

    No doubt the younger man was going to get tired of Calo?s lessons, when young most tend to act as if they know-it-all, ah what he wouldn?t give to be young
     
  15. Kahn_Iceay

    Kahn_Iceay Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Mar 5, 2006
    Muri Mikaru
    ISV Silver Lining II
    Standard Orbit; Mandalore


    Prepare for a Draft




    There used to be a saying; Visit Mandalore before Mandalore visits you. Its a funny little phrase, a unique tourist grabbing line that only the Mandalorians could have thought to use. Mandalore was a jewel, blue and green, oceans, forests, and deserts. It was of course also home to some of the most deadly individuals in the Galaxy. It was truely one of the most beautiful and terrifying places in the galaxy. It was. A little more than three years ago all of that was undone. The Empire, under Skywalker, the first Skywalker, unwilling to let Mandalore be free, unwilling to let anything stand away from his reign, bombarded the world from orbit. Oceans boiled away, forests burned, farms, cities all turned to glass. Countless Mandalorians, prideful, stubborn, or unfortunate, dead.

    The Empire was not done however, it was not enough to kill the world, they saw fit to violate the still smoldering corpse. Their genocidal bombardment had done more than destroy one of the most culturally rich worlds in existence, it had revealed deep rich veins of Beskar. Mandalorian Iron, a material so strong nothing, not even the fabled lightsabers could pierce it. Not content to let the world they had just killed burn they descended down on it with factories and workers, strip mining what they could find. They of course can't use it, not even the Echani, masters as we are of Cortosis, can craft Beskar with the skill and precision of the Mandalorian blacksmiths, but the Empire doesn't care. If they can't use it, then nobody can. Its their way...





    Muri's attention was drawn away from the datapad he was writing in by the entrance chime of his quarters. Saving the document he sat the pad down, and lifted his cup of spiced tea as he headed over to open the door. Back on the old girl such a simple task would have been more challenging, cluttered as his room had been with tossed about clothing, chairs, even a small sabaac table, but a new ship meant a new room. Muri's quarters were much more subdued, every thing had a place, everything was kept in order. Bed was always made, clothes always folded, books always on the shelf, over the past three years He'd gone from a scruffy, disgruntled, unkempt smuggler to, a [i]slightly[/i] less disgruntled smuggler. He supposed he owed Leia for that.

    Over the past three years the Echani had been moving back and forth from Eshan to 'places unknown' as his family called it. In reality he was either running around the Galaxy with Han, helping Leia on her personal Jedi driven quest, and from time to time, in the company of both. As time went by he'd gotten quite well associated with his fellow 'rebels'. It was early on in this series of runs, and quests that Leia noticed, and revealed to Muri something that had taken him a bit by surprise, despite present evidence. "Its slight," she said, "but you're Force Sensative." She explained, in details that at the time had made his eyes gloss over, what it all meant. He had a connection, to the same 'power' that the Jedi of old had, but it was a slight one. "You'll never be the equal of a Jedi in the Force." Is what it equated to, which aside from wounding his pride, was of little consequence, it was still something, something he could use, to help.

    So He asked Leia to teach him what she could, maybe he could never be a Jedi, but he could be of help, and Leia agreed. They trained in various things, not all of which Muri easily grasped, but the key points stuck with him. Chief among these was the ever repeated phrase "Clear your mind." Leia had noticed Muri was full of self doubt, that though he was driven, and determined, he constantly second guessed himself, wondered if what he was doing was right. "Do not doubt yourself, do not think, clear your mind, let the Force flow through you, let it guide your actions." It was one of the more pivotal lessons she taught him. Even their sparing se
     
  16. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2002
    Mandalore

    Mandalore...

    The surface of Mandalore was ashen, pockmarked, and covered in prefabricated Imperial structures, far different from the lush farms and jungle that had once characterized the world. Much of the beskar mined here went to outfitting the Imperial Knights, many of whom still wore the hard to come by, expensive to produce, and ultimately weaker cortosis alloy armor. Much of the rest went into storage as Imperial engineers figured out how to use it - not since the Clone Wars had Mandalorian iron been widely used on the galactic scale.

    The Echani shuttle eased its way down towards a landing, drifting lazily through the still unbreathable air, easily passing clearances. After all, there was nothing to be suspicious of. It put down in a docking bay and was met by a security team, even before the ramp lowered.

    TAG: Kahn
     
  17. blubeast1237

    blubeast1237 Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 10, 2007
    Corran Horn
    -Naboo, The Tower

    He pulled himself through the rest of the tube, landing softly onto the metallic floor. The vast area before him immediately threw Corran for a mental loop. He was no expert for high tech computers, but he knew that it did not require as many terminals as he was looking at to control droids, no matter the number or the size. His mission objective was to find the access codes for the World Devastators, but Corran's detective instincts were edging him to take a closer look.

    However, it was mission first. He made a quick surveillance of the room, its inhabitants, and its cameras. There were not a lot of cameras he saw, but that did not mean much. Never underestimate the enemy. He had learned that on Utapau, and had the scars to prove it. The Dog began his movement through the facility. Keeping out of sight and allowing the Force to hold him as its child and keep him from being detected.

    As he neared the room the plans indicated was his destination, he placed his hands together again and began to create a smell. No, not a smell, a stench. And not just one stench, but several that culminated in one of singed hair, burning oil and metal, and cauterized flesh. What he had learned from excelling in the illusionary arts was that it did not matter what really happened, more of what appeared to have happened. In a tower that was fundamentally based in machinery and computers, the smell of hot flesh and the aroma of oil burning would not be welcome as he forced it to permeate throughout the floor he was on. It was slight at first and then devastatingly strong, just like the real thing.

    It made him break a sweat and his heart rate increased. It was at this moment when he knew what was also being sent through the air, or rather what his senses were picking up. Corran's illusions outside the complex had not gone unnoticed and he was on borrowed time. His illusion was in its prime, causing heads to be scratched and eyebrows to be raised. He took this moment to sneak to the door, drain the power of the door's security pad and enter the room. He stepped through, grabbing his lightsaber from his belt. He could feel his predators drawing nearer. The fight was being brought to him and he needed to find codes...rather hastily.

    Tag: Matty, Mitth, Kev

    OOC: Hope I didn't go overboard Matty, if I did, edit whatever you don't like. I got the feeling you were giving me a path to the room.:p
     
  18. Kev-Mas_Colcha

    Kev-Mas_Colcha Force Ghost star 5

    Registered:
    Dec 15, 2002
    Kev-Mas Colcha
    Naboo, the Swamps
    Out for Blood
    Moving along through the swamps, Kev-Mas took in his surroundings, which were filled with the power of the Dark Side, as fuel. Fuel for his empowering dark rage. Fuel for the hunt. ?In these swamps, the cup overflows with the power of the Darkside,? he mused to himself.

    However, he still managed to catch wind of something that didn?t belong. A more, diluted source of Dark Side energy. He sneered at this quietly to himself, as his companion then spoke, ?Revenge might be ours.?

    ?No,? corrected Kev-Mas, quickening his pace as his hunting partner did, ?Revenge will be ours.?

    TAG: Mitth, Matt, Blu
     
  19. Sarge221

    Sarge221 Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2006
    Zaydin Demasca
    Geonosis, Cantina


    Zaydin nodded slowly at Calo's reply, not seeming at all offended by the other Mandalorian's seemingly lecturous tone that had met Zaydin's questioning. That came as an odd thing to the Unknown Region-born Mando. Despite there having been many worlds in the Unknown Regions that had spoken of how much they'd rather be by their lonesome, most of them had no quarrel with alliances - temporary or not - or trades. Zaydin himself had experienced it quite a few times when one of those worlds were ready to buy out services that could supplement either their supplies or armed forces.

    But then again a lot of those worlds were hardly united, instead embroiled in civil conflict. That gave you more sides to pick and thus much more likely that - if one side did not want what you had - the other might be more willing to fork over the credits or valuable stones or whatever the natives used for money.

    Not that the situation is that much different here, Zaydin thought wryly. When you were surrounded by two Empires, why would you not want to look for outside help.

    "So the question is what then?" Zaydin finally questioned and took another sip of his drink. "Orbital insertion? Or just land somewhere in the middle of the desert and start there? Maybe we should try to talk with them?"

    Despite how the words may seem, Zaydin did not sound impatient. Quite the opposite, as he was going through the options with a calm face and voice as if he was simply listing their available options.

    TAG: Sawn, Matt
     
  20. Sawn_Kassal

    Sawn_Kassal Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Jul 29, 2008
    Calo Fett
    Geonosis, Cantina


    Chuckling, the visibly older Mando finished off his drink and set the cup on the table top, leaning closer to his younger companion. ?Already thought of that, we?re going in with a protocol droid under the facade of farmers wanting to join the Tuskens and the Noghri. Though the Noghri are trained killers, they may be easier to convince than the Tuskens.?

    The stories of the Tusken Raiders? savagery stretched across the galaxy. However, Calo wasn?t foolish enough that he was going into this unarmed. One of his comrades made that mistake years ago and it cost him his life. Remembering the loss of his brother and their friend, Calo couldn?t help but feel a tinge of regret, though he did not let it show in his facial expressions. He?d longed since learned to control such things.

    ?We?ll start in the Mos Eisley Spaceport. No doubt someone there can give us some information on the whereabouts of the Noghri. They?re probably held up in the Hutts? old sanctuary,? waving at the server droid, he pointed to his empty glass then turned his eyes back to Zaydin. ?Remember what I told you here about looking around too much, you may can get away with that around here, but not at Mos Eisley. That cantina is rough, I can only count on one hand the times I?ve been there and not gotten into a fight?

    They?d be taking a freighter to go with their cover, but that didn?t mean he was leaving the Kinrath?s Sting behind. ?We?ll be taking separate ships their, the freighter we?ve been provided and my ship just incase we need to make a quick escape if things go completely south. We?ll be armed and we?ll have our ?extra? clothes underneath these farmer rags? he was hinting of course at their armors.

    If he?d said armors out loud, some nearby scum might get suspicious. Mandalorians were outlaws these days. ?Any questions?? he asked, the server droid sitting a new glass filled with his favorite drink mixture again. One thing about Calo, he wasn't like some who were bothered my questioning, sure there were always stupid questions, but some questions needed to be asked. He would rather questions be asked, because ignorance could lead to mistakes and mistakes could very well mean death during a mission.

    TAG: Sarge
     
  21. Sarge221

    Sarge221 Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2006
    Zaydin Demasca
    Geonosis, Cantina


    Again came the slow, understanding nod from Zaydin as Calo went over the plan. Infiltration then, under a modest disguise, and hopefully requisition of the designated intelligence.

    And again came the unfamiliarity of it all to Zaydin and the younger Mandalorian had actually shifted in his seat at some of the advice that had been given. Unconsciously, the fingers of his right hand flexed and again he felt the itch at his cheek. It was a physical response, probably not a thing to have, but it was yet another thing that had stuck to him over the years. It was espionage that they were going to conduct and Zaydin had no hard, real-time experience when it came to that.

    He could kill. He was confident in his abilities when it came to fighting and killing because he knew he was good at it. There was no arrogance behind the thought, just the certainty that could only be from believing it as simple fact. He could stab, strangle, beat, shoot, break, and blow up any human or alien that came across his path with extreme prejudice. He's done it plenty of times. So why was he on an assignment like this? Again, it was not overconfidence or any kind of arrogance that caused him to question his assignment but rather the knowledge that his skills were better suited elsewhere.

    Zaydin paused and, slowly, forced his fingers to relax and made a small shake of his head. He was thinking too much, distracting himself with thoughts that were irrelevant. He's been doing that a lot since he came to this section of the galaxy.

    "Infiltration with two ships, pose as farmers, negotiate," Zaydin repeated aloud, mostly for his own benefit.

    They did indeed have two ships. There was Calo's and then there was the other ship they were assigned with; Zaydin's assigned vessel that had been built. Another ingenuity of the Mandalorains, Zaydin's vessel was that of the old StarVipers except for the fact that it possessed a fuselage. Cut down on maneuverability just a little but there was a lot more room. In terms of class, this model of StarViper could be considered as a shuttle or a small freighter. It only sported a pair of laser cannons but it held other surprises as well.

    "No questions," Zaydin finally concluded with one last nod of his head; this one filled with confidence and purpose.

    TAG: Sawn, Matt
     
  22. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Lumiya
    Coruscant, Sith Temple, Imperial Council Chamber

    Lumiya resisted the urge to roll her eyes, keeping her face as regal as necessary. She gestured for peace as Librium calmed things. For all his irritability, he had plenty of patience for this foolishness, as if it was part and parcel of having an Order. Flint was as contrite as ever. He was a believer, even if what he believed in was ever changing. The Empire had endured three Emperor's, and was in the middle of three civil wars... even if Flint himself did not realise the third was happening.

    ?Your Majesty, you may recall your task given to Lord Tremayne, one that dealt with finding the next generation of Imperial Knights. Lord Tremayne enlisted my aid in training this group of apprentices. We began with 20 and ended with 8, a squad of battle hardened warriors more than fit to serve you and our Queen?s Empire.? Lumiya threaded her fingers - her fingers - and rested her chin on her hands, eyes looking into Flint's. Engage with the subject, and so all.

    The recording and subsequent discussion explained how the Hsiss Clan, eight Imperial Knights in all, were sent after just three of what appeared to be a new breed of dark side adepts. Flint had requested the right to interrogate these ones. Lumiya felt Lord Librium's invisible eyes upon her, and the Sith Lady knew she was to give judgement on this matter. "That is unnecessary, Lord Flint. You shall be needed elsewhere. I shall interrogate the prisoner personally. Lord Tremayne, I direct you to look into the depths of Coruscant with a group of Knights. Amongst the lower class masses we will find Force sensitive's that will do anything to become powerful. Test them, kill them, if they prove unworthy. That shall be your task, publicly. Should you discover more of these new Adepts, capture them. Lord Flint, it is my belief that his Majesty has a specific mission for you."

    Lumiya sat back. Lumiya had requested that Luke and her have separate spheres of responsibility. Hers, domestic, and Luke's, galactic. Lumiya could tour the planet, ensuring loyalty here and there, and keep the fractured Court from thinking it was more important than otherwise. Weaving loyalties and treaties left and right, Lumiya was keeping the heart of the Empire intact. So far the horrors had not been visited upon Coruscant, but it was only a matter of time with the war going well into its eighth year and growing more complicated with each passing year.

    So she would deal with this local mess. Luke could be obsessed with Palpatine, and keep his eye far away from her and their son, preferably.


    TAG: Matt, Sawn


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  23. Sawn_Kassal

    Sawn_Kassal Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Jul 29, 2008
    Calo Fett
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley Spaceport, Cantina


    For many, getting onto Tatooine?s surface would take an act of the gods, for the Mandalorians it merely took careful planning. Coming in on the planet?s farside, he used the Sting?s EMPS (Electromagnetic Propulsion System) to avoid detection by sonar or infrared as his ship would emit nothing of the sort at that point, the freighter they?d been given by Mandalore was ditched and destroyed once they broke ground.

    The occupying force had discovered the freighter and dispatched TIE fighters to either capture it or destroy it, the Mandos made quick work of the TIEs and high tailed it to Tatooine?s surface where they quickly fitted the freighter with some explosives to get rid of the evidence of their existence. If it weren't for the EMPS in the Kinrath's Sting, they likely wouldn't have made it on-world. No doubt that Mandalore wasn't going to be pleased that they'd just up and toasted a ship he'd handsomely gave them.

    Touching down in the Western Dune Sea, the duo had taken shelter in a lone hut out in the middle of nowhere it seemed. The ship hidden away in the cave beneath, they now made their way into the entrance of the Mos Eisley Cantina, dressed as moisture farmers. Taking a seat at the bar, Calo ordered a drink and began looking around the bar for anyone who looked like they might have any sort of information on the Noghri. As the human bartender brought his drink, Calo inquired about the Noghri, hoping to get their protection from any of the Tusken Raiders, sandpeople as they were known locally.

    The bartender merely shook his head and stepped away. Turning toward Zaydin now, Calo leaned slightly closer to his younger comrade. "I'm gonna start around the bar, remember what I told you, watch yourself in here, we don't want any trouble and make sure what's underneath your garbs stays hidden...don't use weapons unless it's life or death. Otherwise, just use your hands, they should be more than enough to take on any scum around here" the old Mando stood up from his stool and began circling the bar for possible prospects who might have any information on the whereabouts of the Noghri. The warning he'd given Zaydin had of course been about his armor. They'd worn heavy clothes to hide their easily recognizable battle wear, luckily such heavy clothing was perfectly acceptable on this planet.

    To most, they looked unusually...rugged for farmers. Though some might attribute that to the blistering heat. Others, those with any kind of experience in war, could see it in Calo's eyes. The battles, the horror, the sadness, and the determination to find his query. They weren't just seeking the Noghri, they were hunting them tirelessly. One way or another, Calo wasn't walking out of that hole-in-the-wall until they had a lead on the location of the Noghri. If a fight broke out, they had a speeder waiting outside for a hasty retreat. But, he knew damn well he could handle majority of those thugs and with Zaydin, it was likely they could take on the whole bar. Some things change, but the fire in his warrior's heart had definitely not flickered or burned out with age...

    TAG: Sarge, Matt



     
  24. Sawn_Kassal

    Sawn_Kassal Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Jul 29, 2008
    Flint Torul II
    Coruscant, Sith Temple, Sith Council Chamber


    His eyes stayed glued to Queen Shira as she spoke of her intent. Nodding in agreement, Flint bowed respectfully ?As you wish, my Queen? walking toward his seat, Flint turned back toward the Council, taking his place amongst them. Regret still burned in him, and the lust for blood, vengeance. Two of the 3 had been killed, but Flint would be satisfied until he made the leader of them suffer. Perhaps after her interrogation, the Queen would save that pleasure for him. Doubtful

    Flint could see the disdain Lumiya held for this whole Council business in her eyes. Sometimes he truly wondered if she gave a damn about any of the Council members, himself included. Lifting his hands, he touched his fingertips and palms together in thought as he waited for Emperor Luke to begin his briefing regarding the events on Tatooine.

    Calling on the Force, Flint cleansed himself of these emotions and focused on his Imperial Majesty. He was not yet sure of what this specific mission was that Luke would have for it, but it may very well have to deal with Tatooine. He knew, and both of them probably knew it as well, they really couldn?t trust any of these other fools, save maybe for Tremayne, to do the job.

    Gesturing his hand, the disc and datastick returned to him, landing on the armrest of his own chair. Though nowhere nearly as majestic as those of the Royal couple, the chairs of the other Council members were far different from those used by the long departed Jedi Council.

    TAG: Matt, Sin
     
  25. Sarge221

    Sarge221 Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Sep 9, 2006
    Zaydin Demasca
    Tatooine, Mos Eisley Spaceport, Cantina


    Considering what he had experienced from Tatooine so far, the younger Mandalorian should probably be sweating buckets in the heavy clothing that they were forced to wear. Despite being battle-hardened for both the environment and for combat itself, Zaydin couldn't say that he would be immune to the heat that the desert planet's twin suns offered.

    Temperature control, he reminded himself. While Calo spoke with the bartender, Zaydin lifted a hand that was wrapped in strips of cloth - used to hide the armored gauntlet that he wore underneath -, and flexed the fingers. Despite the armor and the heavy clothing that was worn over it, he remained quite cool.

    His old armor had lacked such features and other improvements. Improvements that he hoped he wouldn't have to exhibit here.

    Calo had finished speaking with the bartender by the time Zaydin dropped the hand back to his side and was able to catch the shaking of the bartender's head to signal that they weren't going to be getting any answers for their questions from him. Well things had hardly been that easy for them since arriving at Tatooine. They had to shoot down TIE fighters, land in the middle of the desert, self-destruct the ship they came in and leave them stranded before arriving to Mos Eisley. Fortunately their other ship - Zaydin's ship - was still in-system and could be called for if an evacuation was needed.

    "I'll stay out of trouble," the younger Mandalorian replied to the word of caution from the older one. The heavy clothing hid more then just his armor; he still possessed his shotgun and blaster pistol. The Mandalorian assault rifle, unfortunately, he had to ditch and place on his own ship for safekeeping as he had no idea how he could possibly carry it around without drawing too much attention. But if any trouble came about he was sure that he'd be more then ready for it.

    Course, I may only need my hands with this group. Calo's comment had caused Zaydin to fight back against the small grin that wanted to appear at that.

    While Calo went around the bar to ask questions that would hopefully get answered, Zaydin resigned himself to the bar, ringing up the tender for a drink. He would be here for back-up in case Calo needed him, whether to fight or start up their speeder in case a quick getaway was needed. Listening to the list of drinks that the bartender went through with him, Zaydin decided to forsake the thought of alcohol and ordered a simple water instead. If the fists - or blaster bolts - started flying, he wanted a clear head.

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