SWRPF Archive The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith

IC: Detective Kate Lockley, Doakes, Angel, HNN Skyhook main hangar.
Location: Coruscant low orbit, under the planetary shield

Huddled into a corner with her Galactic City Police Department colleagues, Lockley seethed at Chief Supiro taking over the skyhook. Her arms were crossed over the front of her chest armour.

"I cannot believe the lieutenant ceded control to Municipal like that! P.D. were here first!"

"You didn't ask." Angel put forward in a reasonable tone.

"I didn't even know it was on the table!" Her voice softened. "I want a shower; I want my old clothes back. No offense, " She knuckled the hard crimson plastoid of her bicep armour. "but I left this behind when I reached detective."

"None taken." Angel assured her.

The quieter Doakes finally said something. "They don't need to hold onto us as witnesses to anything! There are enough holocams up here to record what went down with us, the troops and the bounty hunter. Bree can direct them to Security Control, and we can go to the lifts."

The STANG officer signalled the female twi'lek. "Bree. Do you have a minute?"

They saw her look up towards them, and then behind her, two more people walked in from the corridor connecting the various hangars. One carried a stretcher a basic stretcher composed of metal tubing and strengthened cloth.

"Ambos have arrived."

Tag: no-one

 

IC: Agent Mitch Nifesta, Mission Supervisor Angeo Lim, the Darth Unlucky, SGIS Base Ship.

Lying under the heavy block of exotic machinery that was his cloaking device, Mitch stared up at it, without really seeing it.

Sometimes, through the Force, the truth or falseness of a situation, ideal, spoken sentence, could be revealed, and... and what the rodian had said, had suggested with his question, felt right somehow, that he had been involved in the Senate attack.

?Lim?? Knowing without having to look, that her holograph was still projecting from the base of his SGIS datapad, within arms length to his right.

?Agent.?

?You don?t know how much I want to say, categorically, that I had nothing to do with it.?

?Did you?? She asked.

?The Senate is still that mushroom-shaped building with all the windows, right??

?Sure, if its been taking Weight Gain without reading the instructions.?

?Well, what I fired at was long and tall. We couldn?t hang around to long enough to confirm the kill, but we did have a runaway that was guided for lightsabre crystals. You know, targeting something unique to the man.?

?Adder.? She understood that the decision to ?ride the kill? was related to this adversary from three decades past. Took severe and violent umbrage to SGIS? interference in one of his previous schemes.

?Adder.? Mitch confirmed in monotone.

?I want a report on my desk in the morning. Everything that went down from waking up at Coruscant, till the moment you saw starlines.?

?Understood. Lim, were there casualties??

?There will always be casualties. We will talk later, Agent. Lim out.?

Her image dissipated, leaving him alone. Alone with his thoughts.

After a while, he realised he hadn?t asked how the place had been assailed in the first place. Ground attack, air, up through the sewers. Bomb blast; raked with turbolaser, which would have been his favourite if he had been sent to the Supreme Chancellor?s office to arrest Palpatine seven years ago; air-to-ground torp?; bio-weapon.

He had given the matter some thought in the intervening years, but aimed at the Imperial palace and military installations around the galaxy. Not once had he considered attacking the Senate Building. It would undermine the ?hearts and minds? campaign to win over star systems to the Rebel cause, if you deliberately targeted their representatives.

?Actually, frag it.? He would have gone on to decide that until someone confirmed that it was a his missile, and presented him with a casualty list, he wouldn?t worry about it; he didn?t have a problem with property damage. ?Oof.?
He would have, but he'd sat up, and cracked his forehead on the faded ?Do Not Sit Up Suddenly? warning, pasted under the cloaking device by the original installation techs.

* * * *

Up on the bridge, Yoda and Roland winced simultaneously.

?Ouch.?

?Felt that I did.? The small teacher shook his head while sitting in the co-pilot chair, where he could just see over the flight controls. ?When Coruscant we visit again, drop in at the Temple to get my hover chair, we should.?

?Anything you say, Master.? Roland picked something out of his close-cropped beard, and regarded it critically.

Yoda leaned over and poked a gnarled grey-green, fingernail into Roland?s knee. ?And patronise me you should not.?

?No, Master.?

Tag: No-one

 

OOC: Gratitude to Ominous for giving me permission to run an ARR Blockade Runner, and for providing a name for her.

IC: Captain Che?att, Flight Officer Shaara ?Bait?, Sergeant Grillo (nrc?s all), planetside starship repair facility.
Location: Yavin Four

The three Rebels stood at the apex of a small hill grass-covered hill, overlooking the valley where Che?att?s CR90 Corellian Corvette, sitting amidst a maze of scaffolding, was almost finished being modified and customised.

The Chief Technician for this work, was with them, dressed in the light grey one-piece coveralls and white sloped helmet, of his calling.

?As per your instructions, Captain, we have expanded the vehicle bay upwards into the deck above, and downwards with bulging ventral hull, to accomodate a heavier vehicle capacity. You were thinking of fitting a Nen-Caervon mobile command base in there, I believe. Do you have one yet??

The amphibious-looking Rybet officer shook his moist-fleshed head, ?No. The Alliance doesn?t have any to spare. I think one of my jobs will be to procure some of that stuff, so we?ll need the room in case we come across one.? He nodded down to the ship he had brought into ARR service himself. ?Did you manage to move the port side airlock like I asked.?

?Yeah, that was one of the easier assignments. Which says something. We have moved it forwards a touch, and modified it to seal around the canopy of a Y-Wing. Because of where the blockade runner?s engines are, you will have to carry the starfighter facing backwards.?

Che?att looked past the tech, to his pilot, the slim, but curvaceous blonde human girl, Shaara. From Tatooine, she was reputedly the only person to climb out of the Sarlacc that inhabited the Great Pit of Carkoon on that world.

She had been chased into it by a stormtrooper squad that had wanted to assault her.
They had never gotten out, though in hindsight, I probably covered that with the word ?only?.
Anyway, that was how she had earned the nickname, ?Bait?.

?Is that going to be a problem for you?? Che?att asked.

She shook her head, her damp hair darker than normal and sticking to her forehead in the humid heat of the jungle planet. ?No, sir.?

The technician continued. ?We have boosted the power of the tractors surrounding that airlock, to push the Y-Wing away from the vessel on launch, and to automatically help get it aligned when it comes close for docking.?

?Make sure you set it to push or pull against the hull plating around the cockpit, rather than the canopy itself.? Shaara put in. ?I don?t want it ripped off the fighter while I?m in space, you know.?

The Chief licked the nib of his pencil and scribbled a note on the pad of flimsi that he carried in the crook of one arm. Pencils didn?t exactly like the humidity, but coped with it better than a modern datapad would.

?Sure. Right, we had to completely overhaul the landing gear to cope with the distended hull, and pulled in the legs from a Gallofree transport that didn?t need them anymore.? He pointed out the armaments. ?You still have the two big twin turbolasers, both controlled from the bridge. You now only have two habitation decks in the main body; what crew numbers are you expecting??

?Well not many want to serve under a Rybet; we are known to have little in the way of ethics, and mostly self-serving.? The captain indicated himself and the others. ?Myself, these two, two Mon Cal volunteers as bridge crew. I?m not sure whether to bring technicians along on our maiden voyage. Probably wait until we come back alive the first time. Did you install the Dac bridge equipment for the Mon Cals??

?Yup, ripped out of one of their fleet vessels that got too badly damaged during the blockade. Wouldn?t have made it here if one of their fellow cruisers hadn?t tractored and jumped with it.?

The Empire had put a blockade around the waterworld after taking recordings of an ARR-operated MC80 star cruiser pounding a VictorySD over Tatooine.

Che?att took an electronic black box out of the bulging pouch on his tan unifor

 

IC: Major Tim Bayliss, Hangar deck L4, Enforcer One.
Location: Hyperspace, three hours from Distress Zone

Bayliss looked at the ISB Colonel after he had sniffed around and approved the Larty assigned to him.

?Very good Major. Excellent work; your crews should be commended for a fine job.? He continued his inspection of the LAAT. ?My men will find this suitable for the job. I will send them down at once to load up and await departure.?

?Thank you, Colonel.?

The two saluted, and Uvye departed for his suite, leaving the major to call for the two larties that his own men would be using to escort the Colonel?s.

Soon enough, the ISB team was back, in full, black armour, drawing stares from hangar personnel. Even the blasé carousel operator could not claim to be unmoved by the sight of the soldiers arriving at their assigned LAAT and going to work, apparently without exchanging words with each other.

Uvye stood in front of the slightly envious major. Bayliss? men weren?t bad, but the lack of action was affecting them, he felt.

? We will be prepped within 30 minutes, is this sufficient for you?? Uvye asked.

?That will be fine, Colonel.? The major acknowledged. ?We are still three hours from the reversion point. Half an hour before arrival, the ship will be placed on Yellow Alert, and the Captain has requested you join him on the bridge at that time. You can then join in deciding our strategy once we arrive, and see what is going on. I will pick you up at your cabin.?

His own men would board during that time too, but he did not relay that to the guest officer.

Tag: Colonel Uvye

 

IC: Biggs Darklighter, Mon Mothma, Admiral Ackbar, General Dodonna and of course the much used General Yueh (nrc of course)
Location: The Great Temple Meeting Room, Yavin IV

Biggs Darklighter bit his lip wanting to interject his opinions as he listened to the members of the High Council discuss the ramifications of the latest happenings on Coruscant and across the galaxy including at Kalee. He was normally quite talkative so the desire to expound his opinion came naturally yet as a member of the Council in only an advisory and observational post he decided kept his opinions to himself.

He fidgeted in his chair as the General mentioned the existence of Luke and his and Master Kenobi?s self-imposed exile, which he knew was on Tatooine. He wondered how Luke was taking to his beloved homeworld. It was a dry, arid place but much like any other living situation, if one could look past the challenging outer layer, one would see a planet pulsing and vibrant with potential. To Biggs, it was beautiful place.

Mon Motha, meanwhile, listened intently as opinions were bandied about. She waited for her time and resolved to give her opinion after she had carefully mulled over all options ? after all she had been a Senator and this felt all a little too familiar to her. She smiled subtly as she realized she trusted these men and women sitting around the table infinitely more than many of the corrupt and self-serving Senators on Coruscant.

Mon nodded as she listened to the always effusive General Yueh demand an aggressive course of action whilst the others seemed more dubious of such rash actions. As the Jedi Master wisely counseled a more measured approach, namely one which required obtaining intelligence upon Coruscant which the General readily agreed to:

?As for now we need good intel. We need to contact Organa on Coruscant and find out what is really happening there now.? He turned to MonMothma, ?Can you make that happen??

Mon Mothma paused before answering but then did so with a steady calm:

?Of course, General - we have many operatives on Coruscant,? she began with candor, referring of course to now widespread net that was slowly enveloping the galaxy which not only included the wily Bothans but many other agents which were doing their part for the alliance, all risking their lives for ?the cause.?

?However,? she continued with self-possession as she folded her hands on the table in front of her. ?If we need to contact Senator Organ, then yes, I would be the appropriate one to make such a move,? she asserted, knowing the Senator would be privy to things that even operatives might still be trying to discover.

?To Coruscant I must go,? she nodded, still serene despite the implications.

?I can?t agree with this,? came the gruff response from the suddenly peevish Admrial Ackbar. ?There?s a galaxy-wide manhunt for your person, Senator and you somehow intend to slip into Coruscant and have words with a well recognized Senator? This mission is foolhardy,? he said, turning away as he stared blankly at Biggs.

Biggs was surprised by the glance and pretended not to notice for lack of a response.

Mon Mothma steadied her resolve and responded:

?It is true, Admiral, that I am a wanted criminal, however, the one place they would not expect to find me is on Coruscant. I will make the trip to Coruscant.?

Admiral Ackbar grumbled under his breath but mulling over the situation knew that the Chandrilian though seemingly serene and malleable was stubborn and could be as fiery-tempered as the red in her hair. If he pushed too much, she would respond with even more resolve.

?How long would it take you to acquire this intel?? impatiently asked the firebrand General Yueh. ?Can this be done in a timely manner ? we must act with speed and precision or our window of opportunity will be closed and we may lose our best chance to catch the Empire on its heels,? he demanded, his fist pounding lightly on the table.

?I understand your concern, General,? replied Mon coolly. ?However, this may not be the appropriate time for an attack, regard

 

OOC: Thanks Sithy for the heads-up, this is an in-between post to get things moving. Hope this works for you Sithy, pm me if need be.

MOE

IC: Calis Bane formerly known as Sin
Hyperspace

"Once the door had sealed behind the multi-talented jump-trooper, Merch continued. ?We will be dropping out of hyperspace along the Hydian Way in about thirty minutes to drop these two off in an Ursean Stinger. They will be going to check on one of our operatives, that we received a cryptic message from. Could be dangerous. Probably routine. But she?s one of us, and we just want to make sure.?

Sin took a moment before responding to the Commander's information of their current situation.

"Will this just be a drop and leave pit-stop or are we to stay until they return Commander?" Sin queried as he felt this would further delay tip back to the Capital.

"And one more thing, if we are to drop them off, I would like to make contact with his Majesty as soon as we revert to real space and inform him of the current situation." Sin had been thinking about this, it would be wiser for Lord Vader to know ahead of time before they arrive and also for him wanted to see how the young Sithlord was faring compared to him, to get a sense of him since he last saw him outside the cave entrance on Kalee.

Sin felt like it was a lifetime since he left Coruscant and now it felt longer still as if unforeseen forces are trying to slow him down from reaching his goal and finally rid of the body he had to safeguard. Until he has a word with Lord Vader, he is still unclear as to what will transpire once back in the Capital.



Tag: Sithy

 

IC: Colonel Uvye
Location: Hyperspace, three hours from Distress Zone

?That will be fine, Colonel.? The major acknowledged. ?We are still three hours from the reversion point. Half an hour before arrival, the ship will be placed on Yellow Alert, and the Captain has requested you join him on the bridge at that time. You can then join in deciding our strategy once we arrive, and see what is going on. I will pick you up at your cabin.?

Colonel Uvye saluted Major Bayliss, ?Thank you Major, until then.? He turned back to his men and made several hand gestures towards them. They nodded in unison and went to work, prepping for the mission at hand.

Juru walked inside the shuttle and stored his gear in the overhead compartment. It had been a while since he saw combat, but the training for it was never-ending. All his reflexes were finally tuned and ready for any unexpected changes in the circles of war. Upon exiting the shuttle, he gave one last nod to his second-in-command and left for his state room once again to await the escort to the bridge.

Tag: Major Bayliss

 

IC: AllianceForceRecon Bravo
Location: Khomm

The planet Khomm was a combination of vast oceans and plains. Plains was the right word!

[From Wookiepedia]
The Khommites possessed a culture of conformity, with a society that had remained unchanged for a millennium. They decided they had reached the pinnacle of their civilization in 990 BBY, so life on the planet remained static. Through the Khomm Central Population Planning, all of the citizens of Khomm were clones of previous generations. A clone of each person of each subsequent generation was created to ensure the continuation of their species.
The cities on Khomm were mathematically perfect grids, with square housing and gardens, all preplanned. The animal population of Khomm was also genetically controlled by the Khommites. If a visitor landed on Khomm, its dullness could literally make one crazy.

The small team of Alliance reconnaissance soldiers had set up shop in a rented out apartment near the civic building that housed the Khomm Central Population Planning department. It was late into the evening. The streets were beginning to thin out below as most of the citizenry was heading off to bed. The team awaited their contact, a scientist inside the cloning facility, who they had approached after weeks of monitoring the alien?s habits. Tonight they would be heading inside the facility to verify the existence of the Emperor?s DNA and if possible a clone.

The Khommite, Dorsk 69 was nervous. Although there were others walking around that looked identical to him, he felt completely unrelated to his own. He reached the apartment of his Alliance contacts and rapped slowly on the door. It slid open slightly to reveal a human looking directly at him. The Alliance soldier asked, ?Know any good white basketball players??

Dorsk 69 answered back as he was told, ?There are no good white basketball players.?

The door slid open further allowing the Khommite to enter. Inside, the remaining Alliance recon team members were smearing black make-up all over their faces. The commander of the Recon team walked over to the nervous Khommite and smiled warmly. ?You look nervous. There is nothing to worry about. My men are shadows and very professional. They will not put you in danger.?

The Khommite had been unknowingly holding his breath since walking into the room and let out a large gurgling sigh.

?I am sorry. It?s just?I?ve never done?this kind of work before?I am a scientist.?

The humanoid Alliance member patted Dorsk 69 on the back. ?You will not have to do anything you don?t want to.?

Dorsk 69 shook his head, ?No, I want to help.?

Later on?

They had reached the cloning facility in a reasonable time. It was a large 5-story facility further out from the main city. The street lights were dim giving the team perfect cover for their mission. Dorsk 69 showed his I.D. to the guard in the lobby and gave him a story that he was working late on an important project. The guard nodded to the scientist and let him pass. The Khommite guard had been employed for many years without a raise or promotion. Every night it was the same thing, week after week and month after standard month. Disgruntled he watched the scientist pass and then sat back down at his desk and fell back to sleep.

On the outside of the building under the cover of darkness, the Alliance members scaled the wall of the building to the floor designated for their insertion inside. Dorsk 69 quickly shuffled to the 4th floor and opened a window. Right on time, the first soldier crept inside and stayed against the floor in the darkness. A small surveillance camera was mounted on the side wall facing the door.The humanoid went quickly to work, capturing an exact copy of the room with his camera. Pulling a small computer from his pant leg, he hacked into the system and fed the still image into the overhead camera to cover their intrusion. After everyone was inside, they moved to the door. Dorsk 69 was the first to enter the hallway which was void of cameras. He glided across the smo

 

~OOC~Many apologies for my absence. It has been unintentional as DRL has been consuming. I know I said this before but my other posts shouldn't be too long behind this one. I like to thank my friends for your support during this time. Thank you!


~IC~ Ahsoka Tano
Location: Hydian Way - Corellian Action IV Freighter, 'Big Score'


Returning down the aisle from the refresher, she stopped at her assigned spot and looked over the rows of seats. The other passengers were sparsely seated in the cabin. Mostly humanoid in some form among a few 'true' humans. It didn't bother her that there were hardly anyone on the flight. It was drastically quieter than the Ursean shuttle down to Kavala. Allowing her to experience the peace of mind.

The carving attached to her necklace jiggled against her chest as she plonked herself down in the middle of the row. It was a reflex action for her hand to grab it. Her thumb stroking the smooth ivory back as her forefinger trailed over the grooves that had been whittled into it years ago. It was something that she held dearly to her. What it meant to her was something that few people could understand.

The memory was from long ago yet still fresh in her mind as though it happened yesterday. An important moment of her life. Remembering the curious feeling she at first felt. Then the anticipation, she didn't know what was going to happen. A moment of lightheartedness before the surprise that caught her off guard.

A smile appeared on her face as she could feel the joy she had experienced. Reaching for it, she held the smooth ivory object up so that she could see it properly. It was something special, a gift that she would not allow herself be parted from. She made a promise and one that she can not break.

'Was I so different then?' She pondered briefly before chuckling to herself. She placed her feet on the edge of the seat and wrapped her arms around her legs so that she could rest her chin on her kneecaps.

'Of course! I've grown taller. My montrals and lekku are longer, I...' Her eyes lowered. 'I wonder what they would say if they could see me now... I wonder what would have happened if I had done things differently... If I hadn't... just hadn't...' She sighed, the corner of her lip dropped. 'I can not allow myself to think about such things. I need to work out what I should do when I reach port. '

She gave a sideways glance to the tray beside her. 'I suppose I should keep up my strength.'

Sliding her legs around to the unoccupied seat beside her so that she was more comfortable, she reached for the breadroll. Picking at it with her fingers, for each small chunk that she tears off, she chewed slowly on it. Before she knew it, the roll was devoured in no time. While the ingestion of food eased the sick feeling she was experiencing, she didn't need her stomach to growl again to tell her that she was still hungry. Taking the lid off one of the containers, she saw that inside was a stew of some description. Regardless of the fact that it looked and smelt nice, she resealed the lid anyway.

'No, I don't want to over do it.' She frowned. 'Can't eat that. I wonder what they have for dessert?'

She picked up a small round dish and removed the lid. Her eyes expanded when she saw within: a cube-shaped caked, covered with pink icing and shredded white flakes. Sliding out a spoon from the packet of cutlery, she dug it into the corner of the cake and brought it to her mouth.

'Coconut and ... pink icing... need another taste to.... sponge cake with a layer of raspberry within...hmm.'

She pulled the spoon slowly out of her mouth as her tongue scrapped the remnants off the shallow of the utensil. A few more spoonfuls and the cake was gone. Looking disappointedly at the dish, she scr

 

IC: Commander Merch, Krayt?s Fire Venator Star Destroyer.
Location: The Hydian Way hyperlane

Perched on the end of his desk in the Outer Rim Intelligence Centre offices, Commander Henio Merch listened to the tall Emperor?s Hand who stood before him, while the Ursean pilot, and one of his own ORIC agents, stood behind the dark agent.

?Will this just be a drop and leave pit-stop or are we to stay until they return Commander??

?As soon as their craft is free and clear, we will continue on our way, Colonel.?

?And one more thing, if we are to drop them off, I would like to make contact with his Majesty as soon as we revert to real space and inform him of the current situation.?

Merch shook his head gravely at the request. ?Sorry, Colonel. You will have to call His Majesty from Coruscant orbit. You are welcome to record a message for us to send whilst we are in real space, but we won?t be around long enough for you to even dial up the HoloComm. We have our own schedule to keep.?

* * * *

(Half an hour later?)

Watching the ventral hangar from the curved front of the flight control centre, over the attack hangar, Merch watched the stark white Ursean transport drop out through the Star Destroyer?s belly shields, her smooth, moulded hull momentarily flashing blue in reaction, into the free space beneath the cruiser.

He watched her rear-most sublights flare, and push her forwards and out of sight.

?She?s away, Commander.? The Officer of the Deck reported, standing over a console that Merch took to be the visual scanning repeaters for the lower hull.

?Good. You may signal the bridge that we can continue on to Coruscant.?

?Yes, Commander.?

Merch stayed at the internal window, contemplating the unfamiliar starfield. He vaguely wondered if Colonel Sin had managed to send a message in the short time they had been here.

In a few short moments, the stars he was looking at, through the bottom of his ship, enlongated to starlines as the vessel accelerated again.

Tag: no-one.

OOC: MOE, you are welcome to continue posting, but the ship will arrive at Coruscant in two posts time, not dependent on interaction with Sin, Calis, etcetera.

 

OCC Approved by myself and the grand lady her self, Pash.


Name: -- Argor
Age --27
Gender: Male
----Species: Human
-----Eye Colour: Dark Brown
------Hair Colour and Style: short cropped
-------Skin Complexion: slight tanned
--------Clothing: Light Brown Jedi Tunic and Dark Brown Robe
---------Physique: Slim, almost bordering on anorexic
----------Personality: Hard and uncaring but also has a very theatrical side
------------Force Sensitive: Yes

Rank---- Prophet of the darkside

Lightsabre colour -Red bloodshine

Hilt description ? A see through crystalline diamond that has been carved into a saber

Bio

At the age of Five Argor was taken from his family and enlisted into a secret sect called the Prophets of the darkside. A secret clandestine organisation, formed by the rouge Sith Lord called Darth Millennial thousands of years ago. There members were trained in a secret castle on the planet Dromund Kaas, around twenty five years before the start of the clone wars the Prophets were converted to Darth Sidious cause. Sidious kept the order secret, even from the Imperial court and also from his apprentice Darth Vader, but would select the most skilled and adept of the Prophets those choosen would become his hands.

With the formation of Empire, the Prophets became an even more important tool for Darth Sidious. He would often consult them to verify his own visions. It was in this facet that Argor excelled and because of his unique ability for force visions, he quickly rose through the ranks and became one of the lesser Profits of the order. It was in fact Argor who foresaw the death of Darth Sidious , the Prophets warned the Emperor that he would meet his demise during the battle of Kalee. But the Prophets warnings fell on deaf ears and were met with disbelief and contempt. With Argor's vision coming to pass, the Prophets mobilized and spread out across the galaxy. There spreading was in order to strike out against the rising rebellion and to await the return of there master. Because of his innate ability to foresee the future, Argor took it upon himself to travel to the secret clone facility upon Khom.


Traumatic experiences Being taken from his parents, The death of Darth Sidious


Ic Argor


Location Khom


?Are you sure they got all the data that they require?? Asked a wispy light voice.

?Yes sir, they got enough data? Came the officers reply.

Good Argor thought to himself, everything as going just as he had foreseen, he watched on a huge screen as the two intruders made there escape from the facility.

?I want those two followed and once we have dealt with the rebels I want those to brought in for interrogation? Argor could not disguise the excitement and glee that filled his voice at the thought of the oncoming battle.

Yes the two thoroughly unpleasant intruders had discovered that the building had an extra four sub levels but what they failed to discover was that there were in fact six sub levels and various secret placements in the barren waste lands around the facility. Housed in those extra two levels and in placements held the factuality's defence network, even though Argor had foreseen it he still couldn't not believe those cretins had believed that his Imperial majesty would leave such treasure unguarded.

But still that was the fun of it all, there sheer gullibility and the fact that they would relay to rebellion this ?Fact? would lead to the start of this pitiful insurrections downfall. For Argor had foreseen it, the rebellion would bring an attack force that be routed in a surprise attack and with the annihilation of this pitiful group Agor would capture there craft and then he would revel the location of the rebels hidden base and the existence of the Prophets to the new Emperor. Darth Vader.


?Sir do we have an ETA for the Rebel force?? Asked the officer.

?Expect them within a standard week ? Agor replied. ?Either way I want our force on red alert now?

Never had he wanted a battle so much in his young life,

 

Ic Martino Riggism

Location Pantolomin



?Surveillance. There is a stolen patrol ship on the other side of this island, but we do not just want the thief, but her friends too. We want you to keep an eye on the ship and it?s pilot without being detected, and to alert me if anything strange happens, or especially when her pals turn up. Do you have a daily rate, Mister Riggsim??




?Well why don't you fellas give me a few moments to dress myself and then I'll give you my answer? And before the Imperials could reply Riggism slamed the door shut.

As much as he disliked the idea of getting into bed with Imperials Martion was in no position to refuse work. After a few mad moments of tearing his wardrobe apart, Riggism found some suitable clothes to wear and he then reopened the door wearing faded jeans an a tatty white shirt.

?Do I have a day rate?? Martino pondered out loud, of course he did but of course it was not the one he was going to quote these morons ?For this type of job I want 15,00?

Tag Commander Theta

 

I_H Edit: Elements removed at GM's Request

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IC: Queen of the Naboo, Sabe Amidala/ The Imperial Grand Vizier, Sate Pestage/ Miss Soobie/ and the Ledaren, Sheyf Quinlan Vos
Location: Imperial Senate, Emperor's Conference Room[/b]

Sabe had just finished her transmission to the Naboo Embassy, requesting suitable attire and other necessary accoutrements for her temporary guardianship of the seat of government.

It had been a long day and promised to be a longer night still! Nightfall or the predawn hours of the morning would be a perfect time to stage a coup. The Senate had adjourned; the building was empty of most government employees. There were emergency personnel, engineers and such assessing damage and making repairs. There were extra guards posted, the surrounding buildings had been evacuated upon her orders and troops patrolled the vicinity and snipers were posted within the scrapers and on the roofs.

Was it enough? Should she order the two divisions currently in the Dead Zone to pullout and cover instead the Senate and the surrounding blocks? It was the Moffs Amidala did not trust. There were a few Senators she suspected who would if they had the man power to back them would attempt a coup, but she knew of none who had private armies.

At least here, in Anakin?s office she could monitor most of the goings on. If the monitors winked out ? that would be a definite sign! Sabe replaced the blaster within the holster and absorbed in her thoughts, tapped R2 on his dome.

[color=darkblue]?Oh, sorry!?[/color] she muttered. The stubborn lock of hair fell once more over an eye. Sabe blew upward and placed once more the strands in the proper place.

Hearing the furtive tapping on the door, Amidala turned partially in that direction. With all this technology about ? tapping at a door? Who was it this time?

Relying on her training, from years past, Sabe composed her face and her stance.

[color=darkblue]?You may have to cease for now, R2?[/color], she whispered.

Artoo beeped mournfully, though relieved to leave off the task she?d asked. He quickly detached from the port and rolled back and away from the desk. He had spent the time roving over protocols as requested by Amidala to unlock the Master?s computer, yet, complying with the Master?s commands.


***

There were two reasons for Quinlan?s sending-off of Solo. The first; he believed, was a moral one. The young man needed to choose his own destiny, he was of age now? and the second, well? the second was personal. When Pestage stepped from the safe-room, Quin had a premonition about how the day would end. So it was better to cut the kid loose before things got? out of hand.

***

Soobie stood at military attention as her training required. Senate aides were a quasi-military corps adhering to protocols of conduct, that had long before the end of the Republic been codified.

When the lift doors opened to disgorge its passengers, Soobie had to qualm the curl of her lips at the sight of the strapping Sheyftain. There was little she could do about that blush on her cheeks though, warming at the memory of the Kiffu's unobserved but rather unorthodox parting gesture only several hours earlier. Her backside twitched.
[i]
"Ahem... Ledaren... Speaker, Your Excellency,"[/i] said Soobie to Vos, Amedda and the Grand Vizier, lifting her chin and standing as tall as she could. [i]"Welcome. Ledaren...I'll escort your party to the conference room, if you would be ... so good as to attend me for a moment?"[/i]

Before the Sheyftain could even wink at her to re-start their flirtations, Pestage was already at it again, attempting to assert his ?position of strength?. Even as he followed, the Grand Vizier objected. Quinlan shook his head as he stepped out and drew alongside the young Imperial, waiting for the Dignitaries to follow.

[color=deeppink] [b]"Conference room? Dear girl, I shall need my undersecretary and a guard escort..."[/b][/color] overrode Pestage.

Amedda, who'd been resting his chin against one cradled arm, raised h

 

I_H Edit: Removed at GM's request

 

IC: Commander Theta

The Admiral Thrawn?s commander raised his eyebrows as Riggsim emerged once more.

? Do I have a day rate. For this type of job I want 15,00.?

?Fifteen credits?? Theta echoed uncertainly. ?I can almost buy a toy ship for that!?

Tag: Riggsim

 

OOC: MEMO FROM THE GM


It is unfortunate, as I believe in an open game, but the following players and their alias/socks are banned from this game:


SithStarSlayer and Maid of Orleans/LadyZaraMarta


Any posts made by these banned writers will be immediately edited, and multiple posts from them will result in disciplinary action by the moderator team.


There will be no "OOC" discussion on this issue. Please PM me if you have questions.


This post was made in consultation with and the approval of Imperial_Hammer.



Thanks,
Pash

 

IC: Captain Scyther Vectis
Location: VenSD Roadblock, en route to Coruscant.

With still a long way to go until they reached Coruscant, the crew were feeling relaxed after their encounter with the CIS. The night shift crew were happy to be on duty, making sure that their day shift counterparts got all the rest they needed, to reassure them that things were well in hand whilst they slept.

Once Casrah had departed, Scyther got up, more gracefully than Casrah did and fetched herself a cup of tea from the now opened vending machine around the corner. She was now back in her Captain?s chair, one leg crossed over the other a relaxed posture but still exuding authority even though she was officially off duty. Scyther sipped the hot liquid and enjoyed the taste of the tasty liquid touching her tongue and sharpening her senses and mind, which was so tired, oh so tired.

Not long now, she thought just wait til a report comes through about Commander Alpha?

To pass the time whilst she waited for Rufus to contact her back, she decided to have a quick nap. Wouldn?t hurt, although Scyther sleeping on the job would give her crew suspicions but she was sure they understood the stresses and strains of being a Captain. So as she finished her tea and placed the cup on one of her armrests she settled back in the chair and began to drift away letting the conversation of her crew carry her away on a wave of tiredness taking her into?

Coruscant, she is standing on the balcony of her parent?s apartment, looking up into the bustling lanes of traffic in the great city planet. Feeling the soft breeze on her face, listening to her parents laughter floating through the balcony doors such a welcoming sound. Multicoloured lights blinking on and off all around, the sun bright and high in the blue sky, the towers glistening like mirrors as the sun touches their faces. Such a glorious planet and Scyther is happy to be home, with her parents laughing and chatting like they used to so proud of their daughter. A speeder passes overhead, coming out of the traffic lane, probably another hotshot pilot trying to scare people she closes her eyes enjoying the rush of adrenaline until she hears the sound of?.bells?

Damm, her comm. was going off, hopefully this was Rufus.

?Vectis here? Scyther replied stifling a yawn.

?Whoops, looks like I have caught you at a bad time? said Rufus, stifling a chuckle down the other end of the line.

How does he always know what?s going on down the end of the line, wondered Scyther he should be a mind reader?.

?Why don?t you just get one of those psychologists couches and change your career Rufus? she said jokingly.

?I?ll bear that in mind? responded Rufus who then turned all business ?I have good news for you. The operation on Commander Alpha was successful and he?s going to make a full recovery. Will take a while however.?

Before Scyther could congratulate him or breathe a sigh of relief, Rufus continued.

?However when he woke up, the most extraordinary thing happened. He started calling out some things, like there was someone called Dennii, that he was a Advanced Recon Commando serving the Grand Army and something about a Jedi named Kenobi. Then he started saying something about how someone had betrayed the Republic on Fresia and shouted the word betrayal. The weirdest things was when I came to examine him, he called me Kal, Kal Skirata. Heaven knows what was going through his head at the time, it may have something to do with the drugs we gave him?.

Scyther took in all that Rufus was saying with interest. Clearly Alpha had been hallucinating and as Rufus had said it could have been down to the drugs his team were using to keep him stable.

?Have you checked his medical history?? she asked her voice even.

?Only the basics? Rufus replied ?blood type and such before the op we did. I can do a more through check if you like; I certainly say this warrants investigation, especially this information about the Grand Army and this Jedi Kenobi.?

Scyther nodded ?Do it. I think Commander Alpha

 

Approved by the GM, pashatemur

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Name: Arden
Age: 19 standard years old, according to information plundered from the Jedi Archives
Gender: Female
Species: Miraluka
Eye Color: None
Hair Color and Style: Short, somewhat unkempt dark-purple hair
Skin Complexion: Pale
Clothing: Dark-brown hooded cloak, white-colored blindfold [worn over eyes, or lack thereof] tan knee-length overtunic, light-beige waist-length undershirt, Jedi utility belt, loose-fitting tan-colored trousers, and brown leather boots [Jedi robes].
Physique: Athletic, slender
Personality: Thoughtful, observant, quiet, impassive, depressed
Quirks: Prone to bouts of depression and self-doubt, ?Force seeing? [due to Miraluka heritage], vision-prone, suffers from frequent insomnia and nightmares.
Force Sensitive: Yes

Biography
Arden grew up on the Miralukans? adopted homeworld of Alpheridies, located in the Expansion Rim. Her birth was a traumatic one ? her mother, a Jedi Knight and instructor at the Culu Memorial Center, died during the process; this led to her adoption by the Jedi Order, who took her to be trained at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

The young Miraluka grew into a student well-versed in the ways of the Force, and the Jedi, and was, at the age of ten, taken as an apprentice by the Caamasi Jedi investigator Allynic E'Kles. E?Kles trained the young Miraluka on her homeworld at the height of the Clone Wars but, over time, she became too distracted with dark visions surrounding the end of the galaxy-wide conflict. E?Kles, shortly thereafter, left Alpheridies, and Arden, on orders from the Jedi Council for the Republic?s siege upon Confederacy bases in the Outer Rim and died under enemy fire in the Battle of Boz Pity.

Now without a Master, Arden returned to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant but only for a short time before leaving. Fortunately, her departure coincided with the Empire?s raid of the Jedi Temple and the issuing of the Emperor?s ?Order 66?. Since the end of the Clone Wars, she has been traveling with the Jedi Order and is staying at the Temple on Yavin IV along with members of the Rebel Alliance.

Military History: None
Traumatic Experiences: Force-induced nightmares surrounding the death of her traumatic childbirth, which fractured her family. E?Kles? death on Boz Pity, which she felt through the Force.

Lightsaber Blade Color: Blue
Lightsaber Type: Single
Hilt Description: Unadorned, with a black synth-leather handgrip.

 

IC:baron Paulus Atreides-Corrino(NPC), Mother Superior Mohiam (NPC), Grand Inquisitor Fyodr Karamasoff (NPC), Primarch Ultimus (NPC), Lord General Xavius

Castle Kaladan, Kaladan

The trio - the baron, the mother superior and the grand inquisitor - were silent for several minutes, it was a time of tough decisions. Paulus was trying to "assimilate" all the information, it was still hard for him to believe that his niece will turn up to become a monster. They had postponed their departure for the Eagle Nest, the Lord General was getting nervous. The VIPs were refusing to go to the safe place. Paulus was watching the capitol city, Delta Pavonis was setting, the clouds were painted in orange, pink and yellow. From the opened window he could hear the howling of the air-raid sirens. The baron could imagine the chaos on the streets... His thoughts were interrupted by the Mother Superior.

-Paulus? Have you decided?

The large man looked at her underneath his brown eyebrows.

-And what if she succeeds in signing the peace treaty?

The Grand Inquisitor and the Mother Superior just shrugged, as if they've been practicing.

-Well this will make things hard but not impossible. You know we are not the only ones who are "concerned" by her, there are a lot of officers who are willing to help us...-a sardonic smile appeared on her lips when she saw the shock on Paulus's face.

-You...say that there is a plan for a coup already? I doubt it was created recently...

-Your insight serves you right, baron, the plan was made when your brother came to power. It is just how things work... We needed to be cautious...-this came from the Grand Inquisitor.

This sickened him, the Sisterhood and the Inquisition were working together, making plans how to bring down the ruling house "Just in case". It was now clear to him, he was trapped...if he went to the duchess and reveal everything he'll be executed for treason and if he stayed with the Mother Superior and the Grand Inquisitor he and Lawson might get a chance to live through this. He swallowed hard.

-I see that you are well prepared for every occasion, but why do you need me?

The Mother Superior was still smiling.

-Well we need you and your son for a peaceful transition of power. We won't be needing another Civil War to decide who'll rule the Union. And...you know our secrets...

-Every servant has his place, no matter how lowly or modest. To know it is his greatest comfort, to excel within it is his greatest solace, and his master's contentment is his greatest reward.-muttered the baron.

The other two just chuckled.

-But there is another proverb: If your battle plan's working, it's probably a trap.

-Now, now, dear baron, not so pessimistically, we will prevail but we have to be patient...

-Yes, yes, patient while she kills us all. She won't hesitate to sign our death sentences.

-We already did...at least ours, I had to sign Fyord's and he did so for me, just in case one of us falls from grace.

Paulus was silent, he had nothing to say, more and more revelations. His own brother Leto III had kept secrets from him. The silence was broken by the Lord General who had entered the room.

-Grave news from the last hour, the chief of the security force was murdered in front of his house when he had returned to take his family to the shelters. Investigator Cyrus had started an investigation...

The Mother Superior narrowed her eyes.

-Thank you General, you can call the transports to the Eagle Nest now...

The man nodded and left the room.

-Investigator Cyrus, wasn't that the man my brother awarded some years ago for his extraordinary work?

-Yes, yes...We had sent him on another case...That might reveal some things about your...niece.

-Wasn't Cyrus married to the daughter the chief?

-Yes, but that doesn't mean anything, he is a very good at what he's doing and is... quite honest. A rare trait...

-You said something about a case?

-Yes, there might be a connection between her and the Ordonnen...

The Mother Superior stopped talking, when she saw Paulus' hand indicating

 

OOC: Welcome, AlderaanianJazz. I hope you don't mind if I already used you in my post.

IC: Padawan Nashtah
Location: Woolmander Temple, Yavin IV

Nashtah bowed dutifully to the orders given by Master Shuri, pleasantly surprised. It was enough that the venerable Master had decided to trust her to live with the other Jedi but now, after only a short while back within the Order, Emi-to had asked Nashtah to lead her only son to from the Woolmander Temple, the abode of the Jedi on Yavin IV, to the Great Temple, the hub of the Rebel base nearby.

She smiled subtly as she turned, almost teary eyed at the implications of the implicit trust given. Going to the nearby kitchen area where younglings were busy making a clatter as they attempted to rustle up a decent meal with the provisions that had been provided by the Rebels, she shook her head at one:

?Tsk, tsk, young one ? did I not tell you the flame was too high?? Now you?ve burned that stew?.,? she asserted gently as she lifted the pot from the flame and disposing of the contents rinsed the pot out with fresh water from the nearby basin.

?Let?s try it again ? this time, try doing as you are told by one who is able to see the inside of the pot better than you are,? she urged with a smile. Despite the fact the youngling was standing on a small step ladder, he could barely see inside the pot due to his shortness of stature.

?It is no shame to take advice from those who have a better vantage point than you,? she remanded kindly as he heaped another generous serving into the pot.

The youngster nodded, rather relieved that he had not been castigated more severely.
He responded:

?Yes, Padawan Nashtah, forgive me,? he said with a heart melting smile as he began to stir the contents of the pot and quickly made sure the heat of the stove was on a low position.

?Is that low enough, Padawan?? he asked with a grin.

?Yes, that is just right,? she announced, responding with a grin of her own.

Supervising the other children, she nodded satisfactorily as they continued on their merry way until Master Shuri passed by to leave.

Presumably, she was headed to an important meeting of some sort with her Master, Andur del Jinn. Bowing, Nashtah worried momentarily that perhaps the subject of that meeting was to be her own presence amongst the Jedi but realizing that line of thinking was rather prideful, shook off the thought. Surely, the Rebels and the Jedi had more important things to think of than her.

With Master Shuri and Master del Jinn gone, Nashtah oversaw the speedy consumption of the food the Jedi children had managed to cook up and realizing Youngling Achilles? (Master Shuri?s son) would soon be finished with his class with his own clan of Younglings, decided she would excuse herself but not before hailing down another Jedi:

?Knight Arden,? she asked of the rather unobtrusive Jedi.

?Would you mind keeping an eye on this clan of young ones,? she queried with a smile.

Sincerely, she longed to know more about this mysterious Jedi, a Miralukan who seemed to have a similar disposition to herself, always battling with an inside pain. Nashtah too, had lost her Master on a mission, only long ago and it was this incident which had caused her to lose her focus, thereby allowing her life to spiral into the web of the darkside which had held her captive for almost a decade.

?If you do not have the time, I would be happy to cajole Master Infarius to help,? she declared, referencing of course the reclusive Jedi who had just recently lost his life-mate Master Ayala Secura in a terrorist attack and was therefore in somber contemplation in his room the entire time since the Jedi had arrived on Yavin IV.

?However, Master Shuri requested something of me and I must attend to it now,? she avowed as she quickly left without allowing a moment for a reply.

As she arrived at the nearby chamber door which led to a room which happened to be the largest one in this Temple, she quietly and slowly opened the door which still had to be operated by hand as they had not had a chance yet

 

OOC: Not at all, ArgenPalos

IC ? Arden, Jedi Padawan
The Temple, Yavin IV

Another restless night, another long day where her body, and mind, longed for a much-needed sleep. It would not do her much good though, for departing back into the realm of dreams would only conjure a nightmarish world formed by events from long ago. As she felt her vision blur and darken, her mind beginning to drift, she drew upon the Force and willed herself awake. A sigh escaped her lips, soft and hopefully silent, and escaped into the busy atmosphere of the kitchen area.

It had been seven years, she thought, since E?Kles had passed away on Boz Pity yet the grief, the feeling that something was still and always would be missing still lingered within her soul. Nightmares of his death, alone and helpless against a legion of Confederacy droids, raged in her mind while she had slept but, now, she never slept. In fact, she couldn?t even remember the last time she had closed her eyes and rested.

"A natural part of life, death is,? Master Yoda had once told her, shortly after her Master?s death. Yet, despite the wise one?s words, she could not bring herself to that truth. She could not find solace in the words of the Jedi Code, which commanded: There is no chaos, there is harmony. Every being, large or small, was connected and dependent upon one another in a never-ending cycle of balance, she had been taught. Yet why was it she could not bring herself to realize that she had to move on? Her right hand, rough and callused, began to clench in anger and she felt herself withdraw deeper into a shell of fear and depression.

Her inner musings had kept her from even noticing the approach of the smiling Padawan Nashtah. ?Knight Arden,? she queried, ?Would you mind keeping an eye on this clan of young ones??

Her fellow Padawan?s question drew her from her reverie and she was about to answer before the Padawan added, ?If you do not have the time, I would be happy to cajole Master Infarius to help. However, Master Shuri requested something of me and I must attend to it now.? With that, Nashtah was gone, turning on her heels without allowing Arden a reply. She nodded at the turned figure and her gaze transferred to the somewhat ravenous, Younglings, who were huddled around their food - eating, talking, laughing.

She couldn?t help but notice how beautiful the small ones were through her ?Force sight?. In the Force, they all shone so brightly, beings of pure and innocent luminosity that had endured so much, moving from planet to planet in the semi-nomadic process of finding, perhaps, a semi-permanent home.

Arden remained silent, observing the young ones as Nashtah had asked, still a bit dazzled by their appearance in the spectrum through which she saw. It wouldn?t hurt to help a bit, she mused inwardly.

TAG: ArgenPalos, Sith-I-5, whoever else may be on Yavin IV

 

IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Detective Lockley, Dak Trooper, Lieutenant Jetton
Location: HNN Skyhook

Nelf watched the newly arrived pair secure Trip, uh, Director Isard to the stretcher they had brought with them, whilst the bounty hunter, Dak Trooper, approached the half-elf to secure his left forearm to his chest with a green sling made from the Inquisitor?s ruined cape.

There was a soft chime from the wrist-communicator on his right wrist, and as he brought it up to where he could see it, muscle memory or something moved the left arm towards it, so the fingers he did not have, could press ?receive?.

Yav? shook his head and stared at the button until it depressed.

A three-inch flickering holograph grew out of the projector. A whitish robe, head to toe, cowl concealing much of the face.

?Brother Thaddeus,? he greeted his mentor softly, surprised to see him coming directly to this device, rather than the HoloComm on the shuttle. ?I regret to inform that my investigation has stall-?

?That is of no concern, Brother Nelf. Your mission has been temporarily superceded by events on the surface. You will report immediately to the Supreme Chancellor?s Office of the Galactic Senate, and report to me from there.?

Yavinelf nodded once. He did not mention his hand. He had faith that his superiors in the Deep Core already knew.

?You, as always, operate with the authority, and serve the will of, the Emperor. Take whatever resources you need.?

The image dissipated.

Nelf looked up and towards the crimson clad police. ?Detective Lockley!? he called, and saw her companions, her two fellow officers, and the business-suited female Twi?lek, Bree, look up towards him.
He jabbed a finger at the Galactic City P.D. ?You, you, and you. You are all seconded to my detail, and will come with me immediately.? He whirled on the surprised bounty hunter. ?You too. And,? His eyes scanned the deck, ?your little manager. You may bill the Empire for your services.?

?Whoa! Hold your banthas.?

Nelf ignored the ache in his shorn wrist and looked towards the indignant detective with the cascading yellow locks. She was a sassy one.

?You don?t just commandeer Imperial Guard like that.? She insisted, walking up level with Supiro.


He could mind-trick her, Nelf considered, but, no. ?I can read your mind, Detective. You and your band want to go after whoever attacked the Senate and claim the reward. Come with me now, and you will have my support for your little adventure, later.?

He was pleased that there was no bluster, no asking how he knew. She just turned to her fellow officers, who nodded their agreement. She turned back to face him, but indicated the Twi?lek executive.
?She is with us, too.?

?Bree,? Yavinelf nodded, moving round the senior police-woman. ?You will stay here to help Chief Supiro complete her investigations, but then, as soon as she is satisfied, you will find us at the Senate.?

The half-elf rounded on the navy lieutenant. ?Call Admiral Salenger at Planetary Defense, and have him advise the Senate authorities that I am coming down. It should sound better coming from an admiral.?

?Yes, sir.? The young officer stood to attention and saluted.

?You will also return these fine officers? weapons. And the bounty hunters.?

?Sir.? Jetton turned and signalled one of the stormtroopers, who approached the cops with an armful of energy weapons and staves. ?What about Director Isard?? He asked, indicating the red-clad woman who to Yavinelf, looked peaceful as she was belted to the stretcher framework. He was pleased to see her chest moving, indicating cardiovascular activity.

?See that she reaches a medical facility.?

Dak Trooper rounded on the kneeling paramedic, holding out the baggie containing Nelf?s left hand. ?And keep this on ice; the Inquisitor will be back for it. Prep? a level

 

IC: Investigator Linda, Surgeon-Commander Debgate, Huntress.
Location: Hyperspace, enroute to Coruscant


Linda stayed in the main part of her personal cabin, legs tucked under her as she occupied the stuffed brown two-place sofa she had picked up on Selonia.

The door chimed, and she called for the visitor to enter, the barrier sliding aside to permit an Ar-Five astromech tastefully decked out in orange and white panels. It rolled in, whistling as its tapired head revolved, the grey metal of the door sliding shut in its wake.

?Not me. She?s in there.? She nodded towards the refresher door, beyond which, the Ambivalence doctor was having a shower.

Bleeping an acknowledgment, the droid changed directions, the second door opening before it, only to be enveloped by a white bank of billowing steam.
It reversed a couple of feet, and burbled a harsh interrogative to the Security Chief.

Linda laughed unconvincingly, ?No no, I?m not having you on.?

It did not give the impression of being convinced, but rolled in regardless, the vapour billowing around it, and making the room markedly more humid.

There was a scream, then, ?There?s a big robot in ?ere! Linda!?

She fell off the sofa.

* * * *

[Some time later...]

?Is your head alright now?? Debgate asked, eyeing Linda?s forehead critically.

The host, back on her sofa, rubbed a finger across the once-again smooth brown skin above her right eyebrow, the carpet burn and bruise completely gone.
?It?s fine; you do good work.?

?Thanks.? The droid, who worked for the ship?s tailor and quartermaster, had taken the Surgeon-Commander's measurements by scanning her nude form after she had stepped out of the shower and stopped screaming.

Her new uniform, standard Imperial style in olive-green, had the wide black belt, and commander?s rank squares. A perfect fit.
She felt like a new woman.

She was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, a dark blue cushion beside her, facing the lieutenant over a low coffee table. They had tried occupying the sofa at the same time, but that hadn?t worked, and in spite of the host?s chagrin, Deb? had chosen to take the floor, insisting she was comfortable there.

Deb put her hand to her own chest, unused to not feeling the harsh material against her skin. ?The undershirt-?

?Chemise.?

The medic tried the new word out. ?Shem-eese.? She raised her eyebrows momentarily, ?It?s silk, isn?t it? We don?t get that kind of fabric on Ambivalence.?

?It?s great, isn?t it? The benefit of having a woman like Ewlla for captain.? Linda used her superior?s first name easily.

Debgate was silent, thinking how if you wanted to work with silk back home, you either had to buy it from a vendor, which tended to be horrendously expensive, or go out and kill the spider yourself, drawing the still warm and moist strings from the quivering abdomen.
And none of the arachnids of this galaxy, that she had encountered anyway, even compared to the human height specimens from her world.

?Do you think your quartermaster would give me a copy of the designs. I?ve got silk from Kashyyyk back on my ship.? She blushed deeply, which on a face as pale as hers was very noticeable. ?Pardon my Ursean, but Captain Risk went drokking spare when I showed him how much silk I could pull out of three webweavers.?

Linda?s jaw dropped. ?Those...those things are poisonous!?

?Yes, that is what he said. I find, the trick is, do not let them bite you.?

The Security worker put her bare legs down for stability, then leaned across the table to tap her guest on the shoulder, ?Honey, promise me that you will never do something so dangerous again. You can buy silk i

 

~OOC~
I have taken this post to a different direction which was necessary in order to bring it to you all sooner. I wouldn't have been able to do this without Pashatemur's support and valuable input. I would also like to credit a person who I will name as Mitth'ras'safis whose technical input was also valuable to me. Also a mention to the 'Flaming MOE' from 'Moe's Tavern' for your feedback on proper bubble choices.

Also a thank you to everyone for your patience. I hope you'll enjoy the post.

One final note before I let you go to the post. All of the art was created by myself. As a courtesy, please do not use or alter it without permission from myself.

~IC~ Grand Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo

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TAG: Those at the Arrissa Field