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  1. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    General Kaicus Cor, Sixes, Doc, Copper

    Orbit, Rodia

    The repainted Nu-class attack shuttle floated in orbit above the lush, jungle-swamp world of Rodia waiting silently for the moment when it would jump into hyperspace. Sixes adjusted a control on his panel before glancing out the viewport of the small, tight fitting cockpit. The gunner seat behind him was empty and would remain so while Doc tended to their charge. He was glad to be leaving the sweltering world and it's capital city behind. It worried him that a bounty hunter as inexperienced as the Rodian had been able to find and locate the General. If someone like the gray-skinned alien could track down the Jedi on Rodia then it was only a matter of time before the Empire came knocking with guns blazing.

    Bweep-oop? floated up over the speakers in his helmet.

    Sixes read the translation on the miniature screen inside the helmet and shook his head lightly even though the droid could not see him. "I'm not sure where we will be going next, Cops."


    "I'm certain it won't be a planet crawling with Imperials and Jedi hunters." The whine of the gunner seat's servos and the suction of a seal closing informed him that Doc had joined him in the cockpit. "How is he?"

    "Drunk," came the clipped reply. Sixes knew Doc disapproved of the state the General had fallen into but there was very little the two clones could do to change that. Even during the war they did not understand how Jedi thought and worked and only accepted the things that they could do as something natural to their kind. Sixes figured that when the time came, the General would wake up and be his former self again. "He's sleeping now. So, where are we going next?"

    "Not sure. I was thinking of some other planet along the Outer Rim, this time away from the busy hyperspace lanes." He heard his own voice sigh behind him and while he waited for Doc to speak, Sixes began preparing the attack shuttle for a hyperspace jump.

    "Maybe we should go search for Jedi? Surely there are others that have survived the purge, why else would the Empire send out bounty hunters looking for them?" Sixes furrowed his brow and thought about it before pointing out one little flaw in the suggestion.

    "Right and how do we find Jedi? It's not like they will have a temple out there somewhere."

    "I don't know. Maybe the General can help with that when he wakes up," suggested the clone medic.

    "In the meantime, lets just get as far away from civilization as possible. Cops, program the navigational computer to set course for Nar Shaddaa."

    "Nar Shaddaa? I thought we were trying to avoid trouble?"

    "We are but this rust bucket can only go so far before we have to refuel, Doc." Sixes explained as Copper gave an affirmative. "Besides the Empire won't be at Nar Shaddaa and its a good place to search for information as well."

    Bweep, tweedle-beep.

    "Alright. You better go make sure the General is secure. We'll be jumping in five minutes."

    Dreams often were too real to tell the difference between reality and a dream. This one was no different and the blind Jedi slept on unawares that he was dreaming an old memory.

    The mountains loomed high above them and all around them. Katarr had once been a beautiful world before it had been destroyed by the Sith long ago. Even though the Miraluka and the Ithorians have spent the last several thousand years trying to restore the planet to what it once was, he could sense that it would never be the same again. When he had first began researching into the planet's history and geography for the coming battle against the Separatists, he had only known that the world had once been dead and had not known how it had died or why.

    But now that he knew and now that he was on the surface, his feet touching the hard rock soil, he could feel a lingering darkness in the shadows and the very core of the planet and imagined that it had been much stronger long ago when Darth Nihilus had leeched it of every life force on its surface. But with the p
  2. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: I am reposting a set of joint posts from the end of GAW III to reorient the involved characters quoting Sith_I-5 and Pashatemur. More response posts to come...

    IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Detective Kate Lockley, Dak Trooper, and NRCs: Miss Soobie and Mercier
    LOCATION: Galactic Senate ? Executor?s Outer Office - evening of the Senate bombing

    Earlier in the evening?.

    With Lockley walking alongside him, the maroon-robed Inquisitor had pushed through the semi-circular transparisteel doors separating the hallway from the Executor?s Office foyer, where a bronzed statue of someone who owned a boat, took centre stage.

    Didn?t look like this portion of the Senate had been damaged in the blast, Nelf noted silently. And the predominantly red decor of the place was not lost on his GCPD companions.

    Angel commented, ?Looks like we have finally found somewhere that our armour works as camouflage.?

    ?Cut the chatter. And stay sharp.? Kate warned as she peeked over towards the sea of grey cubicles to the right, between themselves and the curving windows of the outer wall.

    ?Coo-iee. Miss Soobie! Anyone home??

    Soobie popped her blond head up above the maze of grey cubicles in the predominantly scarlet clad office, like a marsupial in the bush. She could have sworn that was the second sing-songy iteration of the query.

    ?Hah hah hah! Very funny,? She said, perching one fist on her tightly clad pale blue hip, and flicking a bang from before her equally pale blue eye.

    ?Everyone?s gone loopy,? she huffed to herself before re-engaging the secretary over a set of lists she was compiling for Amidala.

    The rest of the 18 member skeleton staff looked around to see who the comedian was and with a few snickers went back to work.

    The blonde head popping up was enough for the Inquisitor, and he made a beeline for her.

    The dark- haired aid, Mercier looked out into the foyer. The bronze maritime sailor stood muscled and adamant against the waves of stars as always, the transparisteel doors unmoved, still in the open position in which Sabe had left them as she stormed back through the office.

    ?Uh, can I help you?? he asked as the visitor in the rich maroon robes strode past.

    The half-elf caught a glimpse of the skyline outside as he halted between the cubicles, and turned to the young man. The sky was dark above now, and ruddy with light outside the curving bank of windows.

    ?Yes, could you make up a contract for this bounty hunter?s services? He can give you the particulars.?

    ?Uh,? The aide glanced aside at where Yav had seen the woman?s head pop up. ?I?ll need authorisation.?

    The pointy-eared humanoid marched straight up to the cubicle where a petite blonde in a tight, body-hugging pale blue jumpsuit which emphasized her narrow waist and round posterior, leaned towards an administrative worker of some type, discussing data on sheaves of flimsi.

    ?Now that is a slap-able arse.? Officer Angel put in, behind him.

    The half-elf waited till he sensed a break in their conversation, noticing how her hair, though the same shade of gold as Lockley?s, was straight and swingy compared to the detective?s, which had a bit of curve and bounce to it. He knew which he preferred.
    After a few seconds had passed, he coughed meaningfully.

    As Soobie straightened to look at him, he first noticed how large her eyes were, in comparison to the rest of her face, reminiscent of his shuttle pilot?s. Perhaps he would enquire from what planet she hailed.

    ?Miss Soobie, I believe? I am Inquisitor Nelf, here on the authority of the Emperor...? Looking down at her, his voice trailed as his gaze was drawn to the white bandage tied round her upper arm, level with her ample chest, and like with Admiral Salenger up on the Golan II, Rescue Ranger protocols began to sideline his orders. ?...ooh, you?re hurt. I?ll get that.?

    He looked aside at his team. ?Mister Trooper.?

    ?Inquisitor?? The rookie bounty-hunter responded immediately, of all the newcomers, his TIE pilots? uniform and helmet looking most out-of-place in the luxurious surroundings.

    Yavinelf no
  3. OrrionCarn Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Aug 1, 2010
    star 1
    GM Approved

    Name: Sara Soto [So-toe]
    Gender: Female
    Age: 18
    Species: Human
    Home world: Nar Shaddaa
    Affiliation: None

    -Strong willed, though sometimes turning out to be a downturn than an upturn.
    -Curious at times -- Curiosity killed the cat.
    ---Likes: Staying low if possible.
    ---Dislikes: Becoming a target, which she is currently one.
    ---Habits: Tends to reach for her blaster if she?s feeling that something is going wrong.

    ---Skin Color: Fair
    ---Hair Color: Red
    ---Eye Color: Green
    ---Clothing: http://www.videogamegirlsdb.com/Images/Final_Fantasy/Lightning/Lightning_FF13_03.jpg

    Weapons: Model 434 blaster pistol

    The Force
    ---Sensitivity: Yes
    ---Force Abilities: Minute, basically largely unknown of her abilities.

    ---Personal History: Sara was born on Nar Shaddaa to Darik Soto and Salina Thegas-Soto, and at age nine was orphaned when Darik had stepped into the wrong street and got on the bad side of a Hutt. Her family, including her older brother Ganner Soto were killed and she is now hunted by Mela?drog the Hutt. She managed to get off the planet and lived from place to place in the galaxy, staying away from conflicts and living amongst refugees of various worlds. She hardened quickly, and was spared several calamities thanks to Good Samaritans who took pity on her and helped her in various situations. One of which would have scarred her.

    On Tatooine, at age sixteen, she had to learn to stay low until she could muster enough credits to get to another world. With the amount of bounty hunters and hutts on that world she had to learn quick.

    She finally achieved enough credits where she could arrive on Coruscant a year later where she would stay. Until the hutts catch up to her at least.

    ---Military History: None
    ---Traumatic Experiences: Her family murdered and several precarious situations. Living alone and without guidance.


    Sara walked the streets of Coruscant, making sure her face was hidden beneath her eyes - in the least - were covered by her goggles to insure she wasn?t recognized. At least not instantly. She hated being out in the open with that frakking outstanding bounty on her head. Fifty-thousand credits, all so the sleemo slug Mela?drog could finish off every last bit of the Sotos. How her father miffed the hutt off so much that he wanted every single Soto of the line to be wiped out she would never know. She?d never want to find out either since the only person alive who knew about it would be the one she?s running from - and she was not going to go chasing after that slug to find out.

    Cover your own skin, Sara thought to herself. That?s all that matters now. Lay low and hope he doesn?t find you. She didn?t think she had it in her to go off world anymore, running wasn?t what she was meant to do. Neither was fighting too, until she had to defend herself. She touched the hilt to her 434, making sure it was still there. She had picked it up on Carratos, sacrificing the credits for protection instead of another trip to run immediately. She had to wait another month to get off world again, but the blaster had saved her life more times than the people who helped her when she was little. The thing those men were going to do to her--she still quivered at the thought of what that outcome could have been if that man hadn?t stepped in.

    Sara shook her head. All in the past. She was far better off now than she was then. More dangerous now too.

    She looked ahead of herself, the world tinted yellow from her goggles. Traffic overhead was as busy as ever, traffic on the ground was just as crowded. She could blend in, but that hadn?t helped her on Denon or her brief, foolish return to Nar Shaddaa.

    Sara heard screams up ahead. Her gut told her to turn away since it was likely a bounty hunter in too public a place. But she was too curious. Cautiously and knowingly she stepped through the emptying streets towards a café. It was
  4. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Han Solo
    Streets, Slums outside of the Senate District, Coruscant

    The rain pelted his face as he ran, coming down in heavy sheets and stinging his flesh as if he was being assaulted by thousands of needles. He couldn't help but see the correlation and think of it as revenge - as if the gods were frowning upon the act he had just committed and were returning the favor in force and in the only way they knew how. He knew he was crazy to start his thoughts down that path and to believe in supernatural elements that controlled everything in this galaxy, but after lashing out against another man with a knife, you tend to start losing your sanity. And the real crux of it? He was given no choice.

    Garris Shrike was a hard and angry man. What sounded like a compromise on the surface was really an elaborate plan to lure the unsuspecting victim into a further life of suffering. Han had sailed on that ship once and he had no intentions of doing so again. In fact, he may have even figured out what Shrike's underlying plan for him had been all along. He was after new crew members and Han had finally proven himself to be a worthy candidate by standing up for his beliefs and roughing the old man up a bit. If it were another place and time, Han may have considered, but any hope of that was dashed as soon as Shrike mentioned the slave trade and his thirst for more credits as a result of it. That's when Han decided to finally pull the plug and allowed his instincts to take over by lashing out with force. If not for himself and everything Shrike had put him through as a child, then for those who were still seeking their freedom and were denied that opportunity because of people out there like Shrike. It was time for change. But as he was beginning to find out, change had a price and that brought him to his current predicament.

    "I-I can see ya, boy!" the gruff and angry voice of Shrike echoed between the buildings behind him. "You can't keep runnin'!"

    Despite the old man's claim of being within his line of sight, Han dared to glance behind him, blinking back the rain as it dripped down into his eyes and gawked at the figure bearing down on him. In the garish light of the Coruscant evening, Shrike's silhouette resembled a monster directly from an ancient Corellian myth as he lumbered down the street, holding out one hand for balance. It was clear that he was struggling with his sight and Han mentally winced at the damage he must have caused.

    With his body shaking from both fear and the cold rain, his thumb slipped on the vibroblade's handle and accidentally toggled the switch to reactivate the blade. Han visibly jumped as the blade sprang back to vibrant life before his eyes. Even then, he didn't stop to get a better look at the monster behind him - he continued onward.

    And that's when he hit a roadblock...literally.

    While his attention was focused behind him, a young woman somehow managed to ease her way directly into his path. She hadn't been there before and so, it came as a real surprise when the two inadvertently collided. Han's breath escaped his lungs in a rush of air as he tumbled forward and landed on top of the girl, the blade launching from his grip and skittering across the wet pavement. He immediately tried to reach out to grab it, but his motion was halted as the girl recovered first and deposited him to the pavement with a forceful shove. An expletive followed that didn't quite match the delicate features now staring at him.

    Han winced and turned over onto his side, minding his right hip as he wiped the wet hair from his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but he found he had not fully recovered his breath from the fall and all that came forth was a pitiful groan. But as he stared back into the face of his assailant, he surmised that he probably wouldn't be able to form words even if he could speak. She was pretty and he would be lying to himself if he said otherwise.

    "There! I saw him go that way!"

    Any introduction he was about to spew forth was cut short as Shrike's voice
  5. OrrionCarn Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Aug 1, 2010
    star 1
    IC: Sara Soto

    Sara heard the man shout with his cohorts. She saw the boy jump to his feet but give her a warning to run. The thought hadn?t slipped her mind, but when she looked around and then behind her to see the charging men. She had no choice but to run after the boy who had ran into her.
    First my goggles, then the boy, now I have to leave the planet. She would be sure if she and the boy were able to hide from the men, she?d smack him upside the head for causing all of this. Because with the blood she had glimpsed on his vibroblade it was going to be likely his fault.

    She turned on her heels and finally brought her 434 out of it?s holster, keeping it in her hand as she ran after the fading figure who had toppled her body and stealth. She managed to glance back to see the lead man, or perhaps one of his men, raise a blaster and she didn?t hesitate to react. She aimed her 434 at them and fired blindly. Maybe if she was lucky she?d hit one or detour them from following.
    Her shots however didn?t cause that effect. They were too wild, not even a threat or a notch in their direction. She grimaced and yelped as a far more accurate shot whizzed past her ear and nearly took hair near it, and her head clean off.

    Sara let out various expletives as she trotted for a brief flash in response to the shot before regaining her footing and running with even more haste after the boy. Following him at every turn he made, keeping him as a focal point to keep track of where she was going.

    She thought she lost him in a crowd at one point to partial relief, but then the whizzing blaster bolts separated the crowds and revealed him. Starting the chase over again that she was now forced into.
    One meal. That?s all I wanted. She kept reminding herself, Get to the market and put these credits to good use-"Frak!"

    She couldn?t think with all this fire going on around her as another bolt soared past her and the smell of burnt ozone made her grimace.

    She wasn?t going to smack this boy behind the head like some parent. She was going to punch his face in for the trouble he had caused.

    Tag: HanSolo29
  6. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: A joint post with Ominous who is controlling Tarkin.

    IC: Grand Moff Tarkin
    Location: Trachta?s office overlooking one of the Senate plazas, Coruscant

    Trachta spoke at the other end of the room via holo from his front office while Kadir slunk in the back ground. The man was insufferably awkward. There was not a bar out of place or a broken crease, but his manner was far inferior to that befitting a man with the title of ?Moff.? He was a Security man ? they attracted the strangest lot.

    Tarkin watched Kadir?s pasty countenance and thin form slink in the background through the reflection in the transparent wall of the room-length aquarium in Grand Moff Trachta?s office. The cybernetic remains of a once elegant cut of a man winked red in the transparasteel. It was all Tarkin could do not to smirk in disgust. He could admire the will, but really, after a point, was the life really worth salvaging!?

    Tarkin regarded his own aspect in the cool reflection and could not help but notice the Senate dome lit. It was an odd little moment. It had been years since it had been lit.

    Just as soon as he noted the bronzium dome glowing gold in the reflection, a rather large, sleek predator fish slipped into view. Tarkin appreciated the power and beauty of its cool and calculated pursuit of its prey. Though large, the tank did not afford the sleek creature much maneuverability, but the predator was clever, waiting for the more agile smaller fish to be lulled into a sense of security. Seconds later, the monster fish, with its razor sharp teeth and black eyes devoid of any emotion, tore into the flesh of the smaller fish and did not let go. It thrashed its head, shredding tissue and bone until the pretty agile fish was lifeless in its jaw.

    The same would have to be done here on Coruscant with Vader. The pretty boy wizard, as Tarkin saw him, was not fit to run the Empire. He was not a true military man unlike himself. He?d been born a slave and there was definitely a lack of breeding in him for all his vaunted power. Tarkin had tolerated Vader while Palpatine lived. The old man?s obsession with the ex-Jedi was actually a most glaring and distasteful weakness. Now he was gone, and likely at the hand of his protégé. How fittingly ironic!

    Tracta?s conversation was taking much to much of his precious time. Tarkin coldly challenged the predator with an ingratiating smile.

    But he found his shoulder raised and the hair on his neck standing as Trachta?s third eye shone brightly in the reflection and the Grand Moff?s gravely electronic voice menaced, ?I don?t care who ordered it. I'm in a meeting and will not be disturbed again.? There was venom in his tone. Tarkin turned around with a raised eyebrow.

    ?Where were we?? said Trachta regarding Tarkin now with his red photo-receptors. There was little or no expression in what was left of the man?s face.
    ?Fascinating creatures aren?t they,? said Trachta, hands clasped at his back. ?Very difficult to keep them in food?They are voracious. So? not a day after battle and here you are, back in Coruscant instead of home in Eredea, you must be exhausted.? Trachta seemed to sniff or smirk at something he found amusing.

    Tarkin really despised this half-human, half-machine but hid his distaste well. Years of training on his home-world allowed him to act as though he genuinely cared for others in their presence. ?I am here because the Emperor is dead and because there is a shift in our leadership.? Tarkin stepped away from the aquarium and over to the window that looked out across the cityscape of Coruscant.

    One hand was behind his back, while the other was under his chin, as though he were in deep thought. ?Should we be so rash as to replace one Force-user with another??

    Trachta still faced his fish, if he could be said to face any direction, yet he regarded Tarkin with the singled red photoreceptor at the back of his head. "Do we know the Emperor is indeed departed this ... mortal coil?" said Trachta carefully.

    Tarkin turned back around and found his movements tracked by the photo-receptor in
  7. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Dak Trooper, Detective Kate Lockley,
    LOCATION: Galactic Senate ? Executor?s Outer Office - evening of the Senate bombing

    The Executor?s staff were stalling, and the Inquisitor had orders to contact his own masters from within Anakin Skywalker?s offices.

    ?We are getting nowhere here fast,? he surmised aloud, turning from the delectable Miss Soobie to the bounty-hunter. ?Mr Trooper. Blow the door, please.?

    The man clad in the black semi-armoured flightsuit, looked round from the flirtatious chrome-skirted secretary that he had been treating, a bacta-gel dispenser gripped between gloved thumb and forefinger, and joined the three Galactic City PD cops in looking at the Inquisitor in surprise.

    ?Are you sure, Inquisitor?? He queried, forgetting in the moment, that he had just seen this Imperial agent cleave an Emperor?s Hand in half, up on the HNN Skyhook. ?I mean, what about the-? He was about to say ?mess?, then remembered why every emergency vehicle in five districts was in the Square outside, and why there was a million-plus credit reward out. ?Right you are then.?

    Trooper put the dispenser down, and gave the secretary a wan smile, while she looked back with scared eyes now, a sea-change from her earlier flirtations.

    The bounty hunter made his way out from the maze of grey cubicles, and went to stand on the wide strip of carpet that led to the ornate wooden doors.

    He raised and aimed the arm bearing the wrist-rocket system that had seen a fair bit of work that day.

    The red-armoured Kate looked from the Inquisitor, to the bounty hunter, then hobbled in a circle to view the sealed door to the Executor?s office. ?Everyone, take cover!? She looked meaningfully at the aide. ?Miss Soobie, you can stop this.?

    Nelf looked at the blonde-haired Detective approvingly, and waited for a reaction from Skywalker?s executive assistant, or whatever she was to the former jedi.

    Tag: Miss Soobie, Mercier, Sabe Amidala (if she is listening)
  8. GenOochy Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 8, 2003
    star 5
    Colonel Odious Parvil
    Doctor Sanna Parvil
    Captain Etana Oss

    08:19 Local Time
    Office of the Wolatarian Imperial Military Attaché

    As the door opened, the applause began. It wasn?t a major fanfare, but eight clapping hands warmed the Colonel?s hearts as he walked into his new office with his wife.

    The office was spacious for what it was; the theme of rich hardwoods and a central water fountain in black rock continued the decor found in his residence. Immediately entering, there was the receptionist, and the room had various benches for waiting parties. Frosted transpisteel doors lead into meeting and office rooms, which made the area look larger and the rooms less closed off, yet still afforded privacy to the discussions behind them.

    Odious raised his hands to quell the welcome. ?Thank you, all?wow, I was not expecting-- I really appreciate the enthusiasm from you all, thank you.? He said, trying to choose words. ?As I said earlier, this is going to be a real ground breaking effort here; we?re going to accomplish a lot over the next year and I?m very proud to be apart of this with you. I?ve gotten reports on everything that has been done in the last few months to prepare for this. Sanna, do you have anything??

    ?I just want to echo your sentiments. I?ve never done this before, I?m a medical professional, I?ve done- various consulting work for the government, and I?ve studied political theory, but this is brand new to me, as it is to Odious and Etana.? She said gesturing towards the only Wolatarian in a flight suit. ?So, I?m very grateful for the work of the staff and- let?s get to work, let?s reconnect with the galaxy. It?s time for us to get back out here and ensure the prosperity of our worlds continues.? She finished looking back to Odious.

    ?We?re all going to do great. Now, if we could, I?d like to take this to the meeting room and I need an update on what is going on?I heard one of the major government buildings got bombed??

    ?Yes, sir,? said a female Wolatarian, Po?ada Santis, who was the director of the office, as well as a member of the civilian intelligence ministry. ?If you would, this way.? She said, leading the entire group through one of the frosted doors, keying for entry. On the other side, a second solid door required a key card and palm print for entry.

    An engraved sign on the door read:

    The door opened and the group walked into the room. A large dark wood table was surrounded by sofas deigned only for the caterpillar-like Wolatarians. The table had three carafes of steaming caf and traditional Wolatarian fruit pastries. The group took various seats around the table, with the exception of three. These were the security officers, charged with providing security for the facility, the ambassadors and their craft outside. A large job for the three of them, and Odious had already planned to address it.

    ?So, what happened?? Parvil said, taking a seat and leaning forward to pour a cup of caf.

    ?It was either a missile or a suicide attack. Something with an explosive struck the Senate Building here on Coruscant. Lots of dead, the building on the holonet was belching smoke. Most the data is inconclusive, but the media is saying it was most likely a terrorist strike. We don?t have any better information than that.? Po?ada said.

    ?Alright, and how far are we from the Senate building here?? Odious asked.

    ?About six hundred and fifty klicks; depending on how you go, it takes anywhere from thirty-five minutes to two hours to get over there. The latter is speeder traffic.? She said.

    ?Alright, that?s the first thing I want to address: security.? Odious began. ?Now, against my recommendation, we have only three officers here to provide security. And if we relied on them for everything, then they would get no rest. I know everyone here has been issued the eights? right?? He asked referring to the needle-guns.
  9. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Miss Soobie and Mr. Mercier
    LOCATION: Galactic Senate ? Executor?s Outer Office - evening of the Senate bombing

    The sea of grey cubicles suddenly resembled a prairie after a lone blaster shot and like a community of prairie dogs, the 30 some odd staff still remaining stood at once and turned toward the door to the Executor?s office as they watched the DAK Trooper take up position before the doors, his arm raised.

    The office environmentals hummed quietly?..

    ?There goes that lolli!? murmured Mercier, under his breath as he stood data pad held clenched to his chest right looking at the wrong end of a wrist rocket.

    Genuinely hurt in the change of the Inquisitor?sdemeanor, Soobie looked down for a moment, the smooth brow beneath her straight blond strands beading with perspiration. Apparently, the Inquisitor?s patience did not extend to being informed he should remember the ?Golden Rule.?

    What would Mr. di Toli do? What would Mr. di Toli do?..

    ?Inquisitor?? this was not going at all well, in fact far south of well. ?If you would tell me why it is you need to gain access?.? said Soobie, attempting to pass by him to stand before the doors with Mercier herself.

    She?d already considered calling the Imperial or Senate Guard, but she?d hoped not to draw attention to the office.

    Reaching the Inquisitor?s good arm, she pulled herself before him, but upon seeing his determination, was convinced he would not bow out and she was running out of options.

    ?I?m going to have to ask you to leave, now?? she mustered, slowly drawing her small blaster. 27 other safeties softly clicked off over the tops of the cubicles.

    Mercier, with nothing much more between him and heaven, rolled his eyes. It looked like a comic shoot out in a ?B? list holo-flick only his smile faded fast when a discrete hiss sounded behind him and a rush of air blew up his neck?

    TAG: All involved in the Offices of the Executor.
  10. LadyZaraMarta Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Aug 21, 2004
    star 5
    OOC: Due to a family emergency I am turning over Sabe Amidala and any other characters I control over to Pashatemur until further notice. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. A million thanks to Pashatemur !

    Welcome new players!

    May the Force Be With 'You All'!
  11. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: Thanks to LZM/MOO for her contributions to this post and to GenOochy for graciously taking over the role of Bail Organa. As LZM stated, I will be running her characters until such time as she is able to step back in.

    IC: Sabe Amidala, Queen of Naboo, Senator Bail Organa, and Artoo
    LOCATION: Office of the Executor, Imperial Senate

    Fifteen minutes before the Inquisitor?s arrival, Bail Organa had had a change of heart and nabbing a warm ?take away? from one of the crew serving the clean up and rescue crews, he found his way back into the Office of the Executor, holding the bag aloft, he greeted Soobie. ?Someone order dinner for Her Highness??

    ?BAIL!? exclaimed Sabe as she opened the door to reenter Anakin?s office from the small interior corridor. The Senator sauntered forward and ceremoniously placed a dark, steaming cup of kaf on the desk and a bag covered tray beside it.

    Recognizing that Bail was offering them a chance to start anew, she let go the tug of war in her head.

    ?Hello, Miss Delba!? he said using a less formal address than he might have. ?I?d heard you might be hungry.?

    ?Is this a bribe Senator?? Sabe asked dryly.

    Bail gestured to the food, ?Yes, it is a blatant lobbyist incentive.? He stuck his hands behind him and watched the shiny, ebonied surface of the desk fog with the heat of the bagged dinner. Flashing a quick smile he answered, ??Live amongst the lobbyists, you learn a thing or two.? He straightened somberly. ?We should both start over!? he stated firmly.

    Sabe pursed her lips and gestured for Bail to have a seat. He looked around the office and was surprised at its spare interior. Clearly, care had been taken putting the large room together: there was a seating area whose plump chairs and sofa looked so unused as to be new, with the exception of a depression in the middle of the sofa, where someone had recently sat or rather lain. This desk and another area with a console against an end wall were coordinated, but aside from a few personal items, a caliper, an antique portable tool kit in bronzium, the place was humble.

    He wasn't sure what he expected, but he returned his gaze to Sabe and indicating he?d wait for her to sit first, he shrugged.

    "I thank you for the meal, Senator. I've been on a forced fast since entering this office. We?ve been under siege with the announcement of Palpatine's death and then the bombing. In my haste I?m afraid I left my cannonade at home,? she jested, again, dryly.

    ?I happened to be at hand to hold the office,? she offered, gesturing to the sofa. ?As you well know, there are many who would take advantage of the situation?Please, let us be seated. As I explained earlier at the elevator bank, I?m here to keep that from happening."

    Bail smiled and chuckled, listening to the words of this diminutive near replica of his old friend Padme. "You? All by yourself? You weren?t exactly showing much of a spirit of cooperation earlier." Still, he complied with her gesture and moved toward the sofa.

    "You do know how this looks, don't you Sabe? These people here chew up more political lives in an afternoon than you will ever eat meals in a day! Vader put you in this position?" he asked looking about and noting the presence of the little blue domed astro-mech, concern nagging him who had for long been in the company of his Master. "Well, some things never change! Hello, there, Artoo."

    Artoo bleeted and whirred anxiously where he stood still keyed into the desk console, rocking back and forth, but to no avail, but sadly, unlike his Master, Senator Organa did not speak droid.

    "He seems a bit agitated about something." said Bail looking back to Sabe, more concerned with her response to his statements than to the droid?s anxiety.

    Sabe watched Artoo as well. He seemed extraordinarily busy, disturbed ? if a droid could be considered so. She moved beyond the desk, oblivious to the reasons for Artoo?s signals as he responded to the call from the Ursean Embassy.

    Sabe shrugged and leaning down, asking, ?What is it, Artoo?? However the rapid-fire ble
  12. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Lieutenant Estaban Corel, bridge crew, Executor Super Star Destroyer.
    Location: Imperial Centre orbit

    Esteban had been in the uncomfortable position of being an undercover Imperial Intelligence operative manning the ComScan station aboard the Super Star Destroyer, and have Lord Vader stand over him and tell him that he knew exactly what he was.

    He listened closely to the report being relayed up from one of the agencies that he had called at Galactic City, and one had returned his call with some news.

    ?Thank you, Major; I owe you one.? Esteban tore off the page of flimsi that he had been jotting notes on, and stood up from his console to report to Admiral Ozzel.

    Shuffling through the the cramped crew pit to the front, the final barrier to the steps leading up to the command walkway, was his Pit Lieutenant, who regarded him with arms crossed, and made no move to get out of the way.
    ?Oh, you are as smooth as the surface of a neutron star.? The black-uniformed officer regarded Corel critically, but there was a betrayed look in his eyes, and Corel realised that this was over him being a covert operative, rather than a regular junior officer.

    Corel said nothing, waiting out his counterpart. Finally, the man jerked his head sharply, and stepped aside.

    Released, the ComScan officer bounded up the steps and walked quickly towards Ozzel.

    ?Admiral, we have found him. We know where Grand Moff Tarkin is!?

    Tag: Admiral Ozzel
  13. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5

    IC: Officer Angel, Inquisitor Nelf, Corporal Billings, ?H? the Hoojib, and da rest
    Location: Galactic Senate, Executor?s Outer Offices

    ?Inquisitor? If you would tell me why it is you need to gain access?. ? Ms Soobie asked, clearly planning to stall a bit longer.

    Intent on seeing how she dealt with his escalation, the Inquisitor decided to give the impression that she did not concern him quite as much now, and glanced over her at Angel as he raised his armoured hand to the side of his red Imperial Guard helmet, so that he could better hear the report coming over the Galactic City Police Department channel.

    ?Report of a clambake near the outskirts of the Senate District, Detective.? He relayed, wishing he was there rather than watching the bounty hunter set up to ?hit? the door.

    ?Clambake?? Nelf echoed as the blue-clad Soobie grabbed his good arm. ?Sounds yummy.?

    ?It?s street-slang for a ?firefight?, Inquisitor. Where you been??

    ?Me?? Nelf raised amused eyebrows at the cop. ?In the Deep Core, on the Emperor?s business.?

    Bleep-bleep-du-deep Several of the Blue Guards clustered on the strip of carpet to the rear of the bounty hunter, probed distractedly under luxurious robes for the source of the alarms.

    The corporal spoke into his comlink. ?Control? Yeah, we?re outside the Executor?s office now.? Billings glanced up at the Inquisitor. ?An alarm got triggered from inside the room, you say? Okay, we?ll handle it.? And with that, the call for the Senate Guard had been dealt with. ?Inquisitor??

    ?I heard.? Nelf acknowledged.

    H had been laying back on the cloth hammock formed by the fabric stretched of the secretary?s ample lap, perfectly happy with the way his day was ending ? he was wedged securely between Ingrid?s thighs, and her chest; getting his tummy tickled with a manicured fingernail, and ?fat? with the absorbed power from that ownerless light sabre earlier, and a shiny and cute Q2 holdout blaster that he had felt under her skirt, which had initially given him a bit of a start.

    ? I?m going to have to ask you to leave, now?? Someone said, then the hoojib?s hammock fell away as Ingrid joined with her colleagues, drawing her holdout and joining the 27 other clicks as safeties were taken off. If H thought about it at all as he bounced off her knees and thudded into a wastebasket, he would have taken consolation that at least one of the weapons aimed at the Inquisitor was all gun and no trousers.

    Angel, Kate and Doakes found themselves in the line of fire, and similarly drew sidearms, severely outnumbered but covering the civilians with their R-88s.

    ?Okay, everybody just take it easy.? The normally reticent Doakes implored, cocking his head to sight along his blaster rifle at the five nearest. On either side, but slightly behind him, Kate and Angel exchanged concerned glances, though the latter?s was concealed by the reflective X-visor on his faceplate.

    The three had faced down jedi that day, and regardless of who was in the right here, it was not the Inquisitor pointing a gun at them. ?No-one do anything stupid.?

    Behind them, th
  14. Vasarian Jedi Padawan

    Member Since:
    Aug 7, 2010
    [No tag in this post.]


    Nar Shaddaa [The Smuggler's Moon]
    Earyn, with two callused hands, flipped up the collar of his brown synth-leather coat to keep his neck warm then stuffed his hands into his outer pockets, shuffling his coat atop his body a little closer to his navel as to keep warm. Cold air, perhaps as cold as the ice fields of Hoth, blasted through the vents lining the ceiling of the small, dimly-lit establishment creating a certain sense of foreboding for the light-hearted folk. Of course, it was the absolute perfect locale for people of Earyn's ilk to negotiate and chart out grisly and gruesome plans that might scare off the average person.

    The smuggler lightly collapsed into a booth near the back end of the cantina, one hand perched on the table, his fingers gently rasping the hard surface in an attempt to gain the attention of the humanoid sitting across from him, who had taken interest in the attractive Twi'lek waitress; a blue-skinned female with pouting ruby-red lips and a hand on her hip, the other holding an empty tray. The humanoid, at the sound of Earyn's rasping fingers, turned to the smuggler and smiled, his feral teeth bared in a fashionable mixture of joy and the look someone gives when they are about to eat a tasty meal.

    "Earyn, my friend!" The Anzat exclaimed, his hand rising dramatically in the air in excitement and his voice heavy and thick. "'Tis a pleasure to see you again, yes indeed. A drink for ze fine gentleman, my dear, would be well appreciated. Something to whet your appetite, Earyn?"

    Earyn swung his legs up onto the left edge of the table; head craning slightly over his shoulder to look toward the waitress. "A glass of your finest Vasarian brandy, the most expensive you have," he said with a smile tugging at the right side of his lips, "as my friend here is paying, aren't you?"

    The expression on the Anzat's face morphed from joy to surprise to disgust in the span of only a few seconds, but he straightened and nodded with a charismatic smile at the waitress as she stalked off to gather the drinks. He spun around quickly, his face now a mask of minor anger. "Last time I offer to buy ze the drinks, young Earyn!" He exclaimed, shaking his head.

    "Like that really matters to you, Sellan," the smuggler retorted smugly, peering at the fingernails of his left hand before looking toward the Anzat, his eyes rising upward to watch the return of the Twi'lek, "because we all know what you are really going for."

    The waitress returned, setting the glass of Vasarian brandy down on the durasteel table with a small tinkle before returning to service the other customers. Sellan watched her with a hunger in his right eye, a small twitch here and there, his small "nose tentacles" nearly rolling out in an unconscious effort before he retracted them. The Anzat merely shrugged, leaning back lazily on his side of the booth, his hand now grasping a slender glass of foreign wine. "Ze soup that runs through that one is quite... tasty, now that you admit it," he said in a somewhat defeated fashion, "though you are often the first to stop me from such tantalizing thoughts."

    The Bryar pistol was on the table now, its barrel resting next to the slender glass of brandy, pointed straight at the Anzat. "And that is why the firearm is here, Sellan," Earyn said, his voice a bit menacing in the cold atmosphere of the establishment, "so don't get any ideas. You're here for a job."

    Sellan sighed, defeated once again as though he were a child denied some sweet, and lazily offered a hand, fingers motioning backwards in a give-me fashion. Earyn reached into one of the coat's inner pockets and produced a small credit chip, which he dropped gently into the Anzat's hand. The miniscule item gleamed ever so slightly in the mood lighting of the cantina as it lay there, but was gone within seconds, disappearing into the folds of the Anzat's own je
  15. Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Art Curator | Oceania RSA | CR of NSW

    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2002
    star 5
    ~OOC~ LZM, I am sorry to hear that, sending you my regards.

    Name: Cale Lawson
    -Rank: Captain
    --Age: 26
    ---Gender: Male
    ----Species: Human
    -----Eye Color: Hazel
    ------Hair Color and Style: light brown, cut short, neat and tidy.
    -------Skin Complexion: Usually fair. Slightly tanned from the time he had on leave.
    --------Clothing: (Off Duty) Loose fitting shirt, trousers, black leather shoes. (On Duty) Dark grey Imperial Starfleet uniform, Captain rank insignia plaque on chest, Imperial Coding Cylinder clipped next to the plaque, Black leather belt with the Officer's disc attached to the buckle. Black leather boots.
    ---------Physique: 181 cm tall, walks with a slight limp in his left leg, broad shouldered, keeps his posture straight.
    ----------Personality: Respects others. Looks out for other's well being. Looks on the brighter side of life. Puts a positive spin on everything.
    -----------Quirks: Loves flying, but only if he is the pilot. Model building and playing games.
    ------------Force Sensitive: No

    -Brief History: Father was a bulk freighter pilot before the war broke out. During some of his deep space runs he sometimes brought Cale and his brother along on and teach them ways among the stars. When they are not with their father, they grew up with their mother on Chandrila. With the rising raids of pirates, his father purchased a couple of small starfighters to help protect them. Without their father's permission, Cale and his brother practised on the fighters when they accompany their father on his runs.

    During the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Cale went off to assist as a freelance pilot to help support his family in those dark times before getting caught up with the military.

    --Military History: Was a young freelance starfighter pilot during the early stages of the Clone Wars, after suffering a leg injury, he was forced to quit flying. He joined the Galactic Republic Fleet and served onboard the cruiser Reliance as an officer. Following the 'Rise of the New Order', Cale was stationed on the Imperial Strike Cruiser, Kraken then later became the trusted Second In Command of the vessel.

    ---Traumatic Experiences: The loss of Kraken, while holding back the enemy for reinforcements to arrived.

    Personal Ship
    -Name: Ulysses
    --Class: Victory Mark 1 Class Star Destroyer
    ---Exterior Description: [image=http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061122033438/starwars/images/6/6e/VicStarI-EaW.jpg]
    *Image from Wookieepedia
    ----Interior Description: Once factory default grey, the crew decorated each section they deem fit to make it more suitable to work and live in.
    -----Weapon Systems: 10 Quad turbolaser batteries, 40 Double turbolaser batteries, 20 Assault concussion missile tubes, 10 Tractor beam projectors
    ------Crew Compliment: recommended: 5,200. minimal: 1,785
    -------Noted Officers: First Lieutenant Taryn Haywood (2IC), Lieutenant Beri Tulon(Army),
    --------Hyperspace Capability: DeLuxFlux hyperdrive motivator. Class 1 rating.
    ---------Misc. Specs.:
    Dimensions: Length; 900 m Width; 564 m Height; 289 m.
    Defence: Shield Power - 3200 SBD. Shield Recharge - 115. Hull - 1520 RU.
    Manoeuvrability: Engine: Alderaan Royal Engineers LF9 ion engines. Speed (Atmosphere) - 800 km/h. Speed (Space) - 8 MGLT.
    Complement: (Air/Space) 2 TIE Squadrons, 4 Shuttles, 6 Landing barges. (Ground) 10 AT-AT walkers, 15 AT-ST walkers

    Crew 5,200
    Officers (610)
    Enlisted (4,590)
    Gunners (402)
    Minimum crew 1,785
    Passengers 2,040 (troops)
    Cargo capacity 8,100 metric tons
    Consumables 4 years

    ~IC~ Captain Cale Lawson, First Lieutenant Taryn Haywood (X.O), Jon Harris.
    Region: Fondor
    Location: Victory-class Star Destroyer, Ulysses - Captain Lawson's Quarters

    Cale didn't know how long he sat there staring at the glowing terminal screen. His report was completed and attached to a letter he had finished typing directed to his friend in Imperial Intelligence. His finger hovering over the send option, unsure whether to send or n/>
  16. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Han Solo
    Streets, Outside the Senate District, Coruscant

    Things turned nasty as soon as the girl foolishly made the decision to follow him. The circumstances would have been different if he were by himself - he was capable of slipping in and out of crowds without notice and essentially rendering himself nonexistent in such a dreary setting. The girl, on the other hand, had been taken by surprise by the events unfolding around her and despite her efforts to make the most of it, was failing miserably. It showed through her erratic breathing and frantic footsteps as she struggled to keep pace. That was the state of things when the blaster bolts began to fly.

    Han's first reaction was to duck and hide behind other passerbys, but realization soon dawned that he was not the sole target within Shrike's crosshairs. The girl was out in the open and trailing helplessly behind him...or so he thought.
    Han whipped about just in time to see her reach for a blaster from within the folds of her jacket and take aim. A single bolt of deadly crimson shot forth from the barrel of the weapon and lit up the darkness rapidly descending upon them. Shrike and his goons, however, did not react. The shot went wide and fizzled out against the side of a display case that housed a neon sign.

    A curse was quick to escape from Han's mouth as he twisted around to face forward once more. That was the wrong thing to do to an imperious person like Shrike. He would interpret that single blaster shot, no matter how off course it was, as a challenge. And for those people that had the nerve to challenge Shrike often didn't walk away from the fight. They were too busy nursing fractured limbs, bruises, scrapes...or worse. Shrike would not step away from this one lightly.

    Even as Han made a split second decision to bolt down a side alleyway, he heard the telltale sound of more blaster fire and the screaming of the innocent that accompanied it. Eventually the smell of ozone reached his nostrils as he mounted garbage disposal units and pushed aside vermin to reach the opposite end of the alley and the warm light that was shining forth through the rapid raindrops.

    The light engulfed him as he pushed onward until the alley dumped him out in the middle of a sprawling marketplace. Even with some vendors packing up their stalls due to the rain, the crowds were still fairly heavy and it proved easy for Han to blend in and disappear. That was the only benefit of taking up temporary residence on Coruscant - the tourists kept the place hopping no matter the circumstances and on this particular night, that kind of mentality may just save his life.

    Backing further into the crowd, Han made a passing glance at the alleyway before turning his attention to a table in front of him selling exotic meats from around the galaxy. He casually slipped the vibroblade into the folds of his jacket as he pretended to browse, but he found his decision to be around food had been a mistake. He was reminded of the fact that he had failed to eat since breakfast and that he was famished, his stomach in that instant deciding to growl loudly.

    Giving into the desires of his stomach, he reached forward to grab a bundle of jerky on the table when a massive Chevin decided to shift its weight at that exact moment and bumped into him. Being a mere wimp compared to the Chevin's mass, Han was thrown forward against the table and upset several of the meat packets, sending them bouncing to the ground. The Chevin unleashed a sickening grunt, a cross between anger and pain, which caught the attention of the stall owner and brought him forward to investigate.

    Han didn't wait for the inevitable scolding and the aftermath that would follow. Shrike would surely catch on to the incident and then that would no doubt be the end for him. Lowering himself to the ground, he quickly gathered up several of the fallen packets of meat, holding his jacket out like a pouch to collect them, and rolled to the side to slip beneath the table of a neighboring stall.

    There, he waited a
  17. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: LZM, I hope your emergency works out okay, very soon. Vasarian, I do like your character, and the turn that his subplot has taken; very nice.
  18. TheAdmiral Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 28, 2004
    star 4
    GM approved


    Name: Antan Azzameen
    Gender: Male
    Age: 39
    Race: Human
    Personality: Looks out to preserve the family business at all cost from outside and within the company.
    Ship: Big Score
    Class: Corellian Action VI Transport
    Bio: Co-head of the independently owned Twin Suns Transport Services with his brother, Tomaas Azzameen.

    (Thank you Corellian_Outrider for letting me to take control over Antan and Areon! I hope my representation of them is good enough!)


    Name: Jax Pavan
    Gender: Male
    Age: Early 30s
    Race: Human
    Personality: WIP
    Ship: None
    Bio: Jax's father worked at the Jedi Temple until the Jedi realized the Force potential in his two-year-old son. However, after agreeing to let the Jedi train Jax, Lorn was requested to leave the Temple, as Jedi trainees were seldom allowed contact with their parents. Lorn acquiesced, but missed his son terribly, and became extremely hostile towards the Jedi.

    Shortly before the Battle of Naboo, Lorn and his partner I-5YQ were chased by Darth Maul, who sought a holocube Lorn had obtained from Hath Monchar which detailed the planned blockade of Naboo. Lorn shut I-Five down for his own safety and entrusted him to an acquaintance with instruction to take the droid to the Jedi Temple. The acquaintance, however, saw the value in the modified droid and wiped his memory. Lorn was ultimately killed by Maul, who would in turn be killed by then-Jedi Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, when he cut the Sith Lord in half during the Duel in Theed.
    As Kenobi's Padawan, Anakin Skywalker befriended Jax Pavan and confided in him. Anakin gave Jax a gift, a Pyronium crystal. Jax was knighted three months before the Clone Wars ended.
    During the Clone Wars, I-Five found himself attached to a Republic Mobile Surgical Unit, with Sullustan Den Dhur and Padawan Barriss Offee. He worked at reconstructing his memories, and finally recalled Lorn's final request to him?to watch over his son. I-Five returned to Coruscant to find Jax and fulfill this request.

    Jax survived Order 66 living as a private investigator in the Blackpit Slums. During this time he discarded his Jedi robes for "a nondescript vest of black bantha leather, threadbare gray trousers, and black boots, with an ankle-length, gunmetal-colored greatcoat over it all," cut his dark brown hair and dyed it black, and permanently depilated his beard, in order to disguise himself, so he wouldn't be recognized as a Jedi. He worked with the underground organization Whiplash, who worked to create the "Underground Mag-Lev" to ferry politicians and others, including Jedi, who had incurred the Empire's wrath, off of Coruscant. Jax would eventually be reunited with his fellow freedom fighter Nick Rostu, who told him that Jax's Jedi Master, Even Piell, had before his death told Jax to find the protocol droid Bug-Eyes, who held information crucial to the burgeoning rebellion. Jax would also ally with Laranth Tarak, I-5YQ and Den Dhur. Later during one of his investigation he was joined by a Nediji, former operative in the Black Sun crime syndicate, called Kaird whom he befriended and helped leave Coruscant. Also were joined by Haninum Tyk Rhinann, a former aide in the Imperial Senate, who is a male Elomin ? a punctual being that was obsessed with cleanliness and presentation. He joined Pavan?s rag-tag group because of his fear of punishment by the Empire as he tried to steal a holocron due to his interest in the matters of the Force.

    Jax and his group of friends became a part of the Whiplash movement on Coruscant, helping beings to escape offworld. One of their missions was to help the Zeltron Dejah Duare leave the planet. Her partner, however, the famous Caamasi artist Ves Volette, was murdered shortly after she came to them for help. They agreed to help her find Volette's killer.

    IC:Antan Azzameen, Aeron Azzameen (NPC), Jax Pavan, I-5YQ (NPC), Den Dhur (
  19. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Ewlla Iillor, Rating Dinah, Huntress Interdictor
    Location: Imperial Centre orbit

    The two women were ascending the plastiglaze and metal spiral staircase leading up to the Bridge Deck, with the captain leading, holding a white datapad between thumb and forefinger, the small screen showing an old recording of the correspondent Hgubmil, reporting on the attack on the Galactic Senate.

    Behind him were various emergency vehicles, debris falling out of the lower part of the structure, including a sealed turbolift, that crashed out of it?s shaft, when the vertical tunnel suddenly ended prematurely.

    She shook her head silently at the carnage.

    Dinah, bringing up the rear, was reading from another of the devices, ?We lost the Light of Corellia, the Obdurate, the <oof>.? The rating groaned as she ran into the suddenly halted captain.

    ?For now, let?s worry about the survivors.? Ewlla snapped, half turning to look down at her new aide. ?See if you can reach Ensign Charios; I need to ask him if it is okay sending his Major Injuries? down to hospitals on the surface.?

    ?Yes, Ma?am. We are going to the Bridge, right?? She started speaking into her comlink, as Iillor proceeded up the staircase.

    Moments later, the public address was calling for the Obdurate liaison, and asking him to report to the bridge.

    Tag: Ensign Charios
  20. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    General Kaicus Cor, Sixes, Doc, Copper

    Sigma One, enroute to Nar Shaddaa

    "Temples of the Massassi?" echoed the clone medic as they sat around in the main cabin trying to enjoy the rations that the attack shuttle had on board. They could not have anything else for a meal since the ship was not equipped with a cooking facility. The two clones hoped to fix that if they were going to keep the shuttle for themselves. They might as well make the darn thing as comfortable for living as possible. One of the changes they had made was ripping out one wall of seats and replacing them with bunked cots for all three of them.

    "What are Massassi?" Sixes inquired. Kaicus ran a hand through his hair as he thought about the question and how best to answer it.

    "From what I know of Jedi history, I believe they were warriors of the ancient Sith. Unfortunately I know not where the species exists, if at all, and where to find their temples. All of that information would have been in the libraries of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant."

    Kaicus heard Sixes snort derisively before replying. "Which is in the very center of the Empire that wiped out the Jedi. So how do we learn about the whereabouts of the Jedi if we cannot figure out where these temples are?"

    The Jedi General stroked his bearded chin slowly in thought. "The only other way I can think of is to find either one of the smaller temples or seek a civilian library and hope that either one has references on the Massassi. We are heading to Nar Shaddaa, correct?"

    Sixes nodded. "Yes, sir."

    "As much as I disapprove of the choice, the planet is a natural hub of information. Even if we do not learn anything about the Massassi, we can probably learn about any other Jedi that might have survived."

    "My thoughts exactly, sir."

    "What about the bounty hunters there though?" Doc pointed out and gestured to the blind general. "The last few had been able to find him easily. We go into that nest, we'll be dealing with a whole lot of them. Not to mention the Hutts too."

    The clone commander glanced to his superior as the man sat hunched over in his chair with his pack of rations in his hand. "How are the bounty hunters finding us anyway, sir?"

    Kaicus was quiet for several long minutes as he thought about it. There was the chance that Copper was telling the Empire where they were and they relaying that information to hunters under their employ, but no, Sixes had made sure that program was removed from the droid and the little astromech has been loyal to them ever since.

    Then it dawned on him and he cursed himself for not remembering it sooner.

    "The locator beacon," he breathed.

    TAG: Anyone
  21. Jerjerrod-Lennox Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2005
    star 7
    IC: Ensign Kim Charios (NPC)
    Location: Interdictor Huntress, Coruscant

    When the call came over the PA system, Ensign Charios was talking to Lieutenant Ellis, his immediate superior from his side of the crew pits.

    The Lieutenant looked terrible and was not speaking very strongly; he could just about speak a sentence. He was badly injured and wouldn?t be seeing service for a while. As he was doing with all the other Obdurate patients he was offering support as much as he could offer. He knew it was probably not enough, but he wanted to show that Captain Ivanov had not forgotten them.

    ?I?ll be back as soon as I can sir? he said to Lieutenant Ellis, not sure if he could hear the young Ensign as he was so stocked up on medicine to ease the pain.

    He left the infirmary, nodding to the other doctors on duty which included some of Doctor Ashri?s team. The good doctor himself was having a rest break at the moment, leaving the rounds to his junior assistants.

    As he walked along the corridors to the bridge, Charios was thankful that he had gotten some rest himself. After making sure that everything was alright with the patients he had decided to take some rest in a spare room he had kindly been given. The Ensign?s duty was to keep an eye on things for Captain Ivanov, to make sure everyone was treated well and that nothing dodgy would happen whilst he was on board. Everything would be reported back to the Captain, Charios had an excellent memory.

    It was what made him noticeable in the Academy, being Kuati Kim Charios was more associated with being snobby and saying what he meant, which was not always a good idea. But his excellent memory skills made him a target for several ships, but he was picked up by Captain Ivanov, who, noticing his potential decided to put him under the tutelage of Lieutenant Ellis. Now his mentor was gravely injured, and he wished him a speedy recovery.

    He answered the nods and salutes from passing crew members and eventually made it on to the bridge. The female Captain Illior was there, ready and waiting for him. He walked up to her, saluted smartly and stood as rigidly to attention as he could.

    ?Ensign Charios reporting as requested sir. You wished to speak to me??

    TAG: Captain Illior
  22. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: A joint post with Pashatemur and Sith-I-5.

    IC: Inquisitor Nelf, Det. Kate Lockley, Dak Trooper, et al, Sabe Amidala II, Senator Bail Organa

    LOCATION: Office of the Executor

    Amidala smiled quickly from where she stood behind Anakin's desk. The Blue Guard called her "Senator." It had been 8 years since the end of the Republic and still her resemblance evoked in so many, this particular response. "Inquisitor, I am here by ORDER of the Emperor and should you have difficulty the Grand Vizier can attest it. You are here by order of a department head. It's been a trying day for everyone, and I see you've an injury yourself," she added, her voice warming slightly.

    Amidala looked up at the room and weapons. "Put your weapons away and Inquisitor, come in please. If you need to make a call, by all means, come," Sabe looked up meaningfully to Soobie. "Ms. Soobie, please inform Gen. Colton, I am in conference with a representative of the Inquisitorious, but certainly, he is welcome to call." Soobie stood with her weapon arm wilting a bit as Amidala spoke, big blue eyes blinking, lips parting.

    "Mericier,? quipped Soobie, "Call Gen. Colton, deliver her Majesty?s message and inform him as directed.?

    Mercier looked about quickly before seeing a cubicle at the end of the room and comm-ing the Ursean Embassy.

    "Oh! Thank you." Nelf raised a surprised eyebrow, caught off-guard by how gracious and accommodating the Naboo queen was being. He stepped through the doorway, and into the short, dark antechamber.

    Behind him, Detective Lockley heard the words, but noted that the admin staff were still drawing down on them.

    "Alright, we'll holster our weapons as you do, okay? On three."

    Sabe gestured to Bail, "Senator Organa, this is Inquisitor-" she was going to say the man?s name, but realized it had not been given. Interrupting her introduction for a moment, she asked, "I'm sorry, what is your name?"

    "Inquisitor Nelf, Your Majesty. Do you have anything proving that you have authority to occupy this office, Your Majesty? It is by Emperor Palpatine's authority that I stand here."

    Sabe lifted her chin slightly at the mention of Palpatine and bit her tongue against her nature. "Yes, I have His Imperial Majesty's Sabre," said Sabe, putting her hand upon the sleek black and silver cylinder on the desk to her right.

    Nelf looked pointedly over Amidala's shoulder at the expansive, and more importantly, intact windows and drapes. "So," he wondered aloud, "what was all that about being blown out of a window, then?"

    Sabe looked to Bail in confusion for a moment before her eyes opened with realization. "Ah, His Majesty was then in the old office of the Supreme Chancellor. The office was entirely destroyed."

    "Aha." Nelf nodded. That explained a lot. He followed her gaze to the corner of the room, and noticed Bail Organa. "Oh, I'm sorry. I did not realise you had company. Senator Organa, isn't it?"

    Bail relaxed slightly and gave a curt bow in return to Nelf?s acknowledgement, keeping his thoughts and words to himself, still watchful, but it was clear that all things remaining the same, this was going to be a bloodless exchange.

    ?Yes,? said Sabe, biting the inside of her cheek, ?Senator Organa brought me some dinner. I?ve not eaten all day with all that?s gone on.?

    It seemed a rather calculated moment to her. Bail was not a small man and rather a fixture around the Coruscant. The Inquisitor could hardly have missed him.

    "The Senator from Alderaan is truly a being amongst beings." Nelf turned back towards the wooden desk, his gaze finally acknowledging the lightsabre hilt that the woman was fondling on the desk. She had said it belonged to His Imperial Majesty.

    The half-elf harrumphed. "Skywalker's would have been easier to accept, Your Majesty. At least we could verify t
  23. Sith-I-5 Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: This is a re-post from GAW III, amended to cope with a change of jedi

    IC: Yavscout, City of Theed.
    Location: Naboo

    Down in the private basement that he had rented and outfitted for his most private activities, the shopkeeper bit back his annoyance that the Secret Galactic Intelligence Service had contacted him right there, while he was in the middle of listening to the received recordings from the customised jewellery that he had sold to those two Imperials who had brought the queen back to Naboo.

    He had three HoloComm images before him, throwing light blue into his face and across the bare brickwork of the vault.

    There was Lim herself, with the familiar background of the agency?s Forward Control Ship that had ferried him to Naboo that first time, forty plus years ago.
    Then there was a twi?lek?s face, filling the image, and looking like he was lying with his cheek on the deck ? Yav? wondered what the heck he had been up to when Lim had called.
    And finally, two faces, right-side up this time, a rodian and a bearded human.

    The elf recognised neither.

    ?What do you mean by calling me like this? I am retired, you know!? He raged at length, after squelching the playback of the Imperial voices.

    ?Hey, you called us! You rattled our cage!? The uniformed Lim countered hotly, understandably. ?What did you think would happen??

    ?I thought you needed to know that there was a jed-, uh, a Code J in trouble out this way.? He referred to his listening antennae picking up bounty hunter chatter, about a jedi's locator beacon from out Rodia way.

    ?And the galaxy thanks you.? Lim assured him. ?But we need you to do more. We need you to get there first. Consider yourself re-activated, Agent Yavscout.?

    ?Re-activated!? He sputtered, face starting to redden from it?s natural light olive. ?I was never one of your agents; and if you were the real Lim, you would know that!?

    ?Hey, show some respect!? Demanded one of the other contacts; the rodian, it looked like.

    Yavscout ignored him, and in any case, Lim had put up a palm to placate her supporter. ?And another thing. If we have all these ties into Double-I, why the hell don?t we know what they did with her??

    ?Actually, that is rather a good point.? The holo? of the twi?lek mused aloud.

    Yavscout ignored him too. He had noticeably calmed, thinking what Lim had asked off him.
    He looked off to his right blankly, as coincidentally, the female synthdroid looked off to hers. ?You pulled field pay during the Naboo mission, according to my records.? She relayed, clearly not believing his idea that he was not an operative.

    ?I was a Combat Medtech,? he revealed absently, flapping a hand at the screen. ?A lot of our guys were going down that day. I arrived on the very ship that you are on now, Mission Supervisor.?

    ?Medtech? Well, we-?

    ?Look, shut up. I?m thinking.? The former medtech leaned over and killed the link, casting his mind to the problem of finding where this lost jedi was now, and how he, she, or it, was faring.

    Tag: Mitthrawn...etc
  24. OrrionCarn Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Aug 1, 2010
    star 1
    IC: Sara Soto, Han Solo

    Streets, Outside the Senate District, Coruscant

    Sara managed to get her 434 back in it?s holster and abandoned firing back at the pursuers. She needed to concentrate on running, not shooting at the same time. She kept her sights glued to the boy and noticed they were entering a market. As soon as she turned a corner in following the boy she overturned several carts as she passed by, scattering crowds and product to make it harder to follow. She looked forward and saw the boy dart under a table as a repulsive Chevin and a green twi?lek bickered at a neighboring booth. Without much time, or thought she dove under the table with the boy and before he could say a word, act or protest she hissed at him a snakelike Shh!.

    The men came by but passed, curious where they had gone so they could kill them. Making it apparent in their speech as well.

    Sara?s breathing slowed with the rate of her heart to it?s normal beat and rhythm. She looked at the boy next to her, his attention was elsewhere as he trailed the last signs of their pursuers.
    ?My name?s Sara.? She calmly let out. That certainly caught his attention. He turned to face her and was greeted with her fist to his jaw line. ?Argh-OW!? he let out and began to rub the pain in his jaw away.

    ?That? she hissed while she retracted her fist and gently shook her fingers loose from the impact, ?is for getting me into this bantha poodoo of yours.?

    He turned to her and said, ?It's your own fault for following me! I told you to run, remember?!?

    ?If you hadn't noticed, I was between you and those karkers,? she pointed in the direction they had left in to make her point, ?Not much room to run and I certainly wasn't going to be running in their direction!?

    His scowl deepened along with her?s, and his voice lowered to keep from raising it in case those karkers came back, something she should be taking note of as well, ?Well, that was a real brilliant idea of yours to whip out your blaster and start shooting instead...that's a sure way to hide?? He leaned in close. For effect, to keep quiet or for sentimentalism she wouldn?t know, ?They weren't after you...you had a chance and you pissed it away!?

    ?For one,? she lifted her forefinger to count it off, ?I saw them raising their blasters first. But I was too busy trying to run after you I didn't get a very accurate shot.
    ?Second,? she lifted her index finger, ?I had to get back at you for blowing my cover and possibly putting my life in danger anyways.
    ?And three,? she held up her ring finger to finish, ?I was still between you two and do you really think he'd let me go after seeing us together??

    He sneered for a long moment and she thought for the same moment that she had caught him in the open, ?You don?t understand anything?? He began to gather his items, the meats from the vender still bickering with the Chevin. Pushing her away so he could make his escape. But she followed.

    ?Oh really? Well how about you help me understand so I don't don't understand anymore? Because you're doing a heck of a job making me understand at this point.?

    Tag: HanSolo29
  25. Ominous Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 30, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Tarkin
    Location: Coruscant

    Soon they found themselves shouldering with the lower echelons and other government officers on the many landing pads of the elegant office tower. Tarkin found himself in all the commotion, thinking about his next move within the Empire. He would have to prove to Trachta, as much as he despised the cyborg, that he had all the resources necessary to overthrow the new Emperor and take control of the Empire. He had worked too hard to see his chances of control slip between his fingers. Perhaps there were alternatives but those were further down the road. For now he would play along with the new boy leader and trip it him up at every turn.

    Tarkin looked around at the damage done with the terrorist attack. What a shame it has come to this, he thought to himself.

    Tag: Anyone want to help me take down the Chosen One? LOL!!

    OOC: Sorry this is brief, work is extremely busy
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