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Star Wars THE GALAXY AT WAR PART IV: PRISONER OF CORUSCANT

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  1. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    MEMO: Don't worry that we are not yet caught up and synchronous, but now is the time to advance toward "early morning, the day after the Senate bombing."

    OCC: This is a joint post with Corellian_Outrider.

    IC: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin, Lord Vader, HIM, Ursean Aid at the Embassy, Miss Mira Solinova
    LOCATION: Royal Suite, Ursean Embassy: the de facto Imperial Palace - early morning, the day after the bombing



    There were no dreams that she could recall of having as she stirred back to consciousness, not wanting to wake up just yet. Eyes closed, Ahsoka laid there taking in the world with her senses, breathing slowly, a soft warmth enveloping her. Uncurling, soft fabric sliding down, she stretched out with her legs, the air outside of the blanket, cooler around her uncovered feet and ankles. Her muscles burned with relief after having been in the one position for hours.

    ?Enschudiger, Miss!? murmured an Ursean servant carrying linens. She put them down quickly and lightly seeing the Re abed and the stranger uncurling under the blanket on the floor. Bowing, she let herself out.

    The day was coming on now with a confectionary pink and purple softness, compliments of the pollution hanging in the atmosphere of Coruscant and now light crept progressively into the dim room, the last embers dying in the hearth with a crackle and a sputter.

    Straightening up, Ahsoka groaned and rolled onto her back. Her arm up, elbow bent as she stretched with her hand behind her head. "Huuh...?" She groggily moaned, her eyelids reluctant to open.

    The hiss of the door opening and closing did a little to disturb Anakin?s sleep. He slumbered, exhausted from more than physical trial and sleeping as he had not done in literally years, his robe cast to the floor and his arm over his face, as he lay to his upon his side to avoid the light just a little longer. Yet, the sun threw out brilliant rays to eclipse the top of the tall bank of trees at the garden?s edge. He sighed in his sleep and turning under the covers, stretched and refolded his long legs against the warm sheets. His soft beard and hair covered his face but for nose, cheeks, eyes, and brow.

    Anakin yawned, and murmured as he held the pillow next to him, but by the cold hearth, Ahsoka?s stomach growled empty of any sustenance for days and feeling sick, she held her stomach and she too rolled to her side as she began to wonder if the women she?d seen was a dream. Her eyes blinked in fuzzy focus at a blue and gold object beside her; a pillow, and soon her glance encompassed the raft of pillow which surrounded her and supported her. Reaching one, she hugged it to her and tried again to sleep.

    ...so soft...send for your priest - There was laughter - Warmth...hold you... he dreamed. He threw his arm open and nuzzled the back of head against the pillow as he reached to hold a fullness that was waking him.

    "Uhhh,? he groaned annoyed.

    Hearing the groan, Ahsoka rolling onto her stomach and her looked up at a large, silk bedrapped bed surmounted by a high canopy from whence the sound came. 'Should I get up?' She almost dismissed the notion as the overwhelming urge to go back to sleep came back.

    Scratching, Anakin opened his eyes and swore. ?Force!? he exclaimed under his breath

    He only rarely allowed himself to become inebriated and that was in the company of Obi wan, one of his old Master?s little weaknesses. This felt a bit like that ?morning after? only without the sick feeling.

    Not so for Ahsoka, whose stomach cramped as she sat up. Trying not to wince she craned her neck to see the one in the bed.

    That one opened his eyes wide as he felt movement not belonging to him, then remembering Ahsoka near the fire, he sat bolt upright.

    ?Ahsoka?? he called groggily.

    "Ohh.. good morning." She yawned and pressed her cheek against her shoulder as she stretched her arms.

    He pulled the covers closer instinctivel
  2. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

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    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Iillor, Surgeon-Commander Debgate, Doctor Ny Brun, Huntress
    Location: Imperial Centre space

    The Interdictor captain had been doing the rounds of the bridge, murmuring encouragement to repair technicians, operators, and junior officers working there.

    Someone was sorting out clearance for the Endless rating, so that she could enter the bridge without getting the guards all excited.

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

    Iillor turned to the sound of the voice and saw the midshipman from Obdurate had arrived, and was standing rigidly to attention behind her.

    ?Ah, Ensign Charios. At ease.? She nodded and smiled sympathetically at the young man. Given the state that they had left his home star destroyer in, he was lucky to be alive and uninjured. ?I hope you had a chance to get some rest. Imperial Centre has lifted the atmospheric lockdown, so we now have the opportunity to move the Major Injury patients to medical facilities on the surface. I wanted to check with you, if it was alright to do so??

    * * * *

    Deck Four ? Temporary Medical Deck

    Having woken up in the bed of the Huntress Security Chief, while Linda had been out dealing with Imperial Intelligence IntSec people, and the various personnel from different ships; Debgate had tied her hair back in a ponytail, as suggested by one of the nurses; and dressed in her new naval uniform, courtesy of the sizes measured by a shower-invading astromech, the previous evening.

    Now she was medded up with minor palliative spells to keep her charges going until they could go onto the next stage of their care. Most of the surgery had taken place during the battle, or during the jump back to Imperial Centre.

    The shaman stopped by the gurney of Verba-89, a snowtrooper with breathing difficulties, who had been part of the force to board that CIS Ravager battle-cruiser; and infused him with Strength and Inner Fire, which would boost him at least for another half hour.

    ?Be strong, Lieutenant. You will be just fine,? she murmured down at him, then had to squeeze up against the side of his bed as a marine guided a plexiglased survival coccoon past her, towards the restricted part of the medical deck.

    She glanced at the pallid face through the curved square of the lid, as the repulsor cocoon momentarily rubbed past the seat of her trousers, compressing her even more into the protective rail that stopped the injured lieutenant from rolling off in his sleep.

    ?YAV?!?

    Her surprised yell turned heads all along the corridor, and her colleague, Doctor Ny Brun, who was walking directly behind the marine, talking animatedly with a blonde woman in the bulky red plasteel armour of the Galactic City PD; looked up and saw her.
    ?Do you know him, my dear?? He enquired in unaccustomed gentleness.

    ?Do I know him?! By the Tribunal; I haven?t seen him in over forty of your years!? Debgate felt that as soon as she had the room to turn, she would fall across her fellow Surefall Paramedic?s container, and not let go. For he was the biggest prize: someone from her home planet, even home dimens
  3. Jerjerrod-Lennox Force Ghost

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


    ?Ah, Ensign Charios. At ease.? She nodded and smiled sympathetically at the young man. Given the state that they had left his home star destroyer in, he was lucky to be alive and uninjured. ?I hope you had a chance to get some rest. Imperial Centre has lifted the atmospheric lockdown, so we now have the opportunity to move the Major Injury patients to medical facilities on the surface. I wanted to check with you, if it was alright to do so??

    The young Kuati raised an eyebrow? Coruscant under lockdown?. Something seriousmust have happened for all of Coruscant to become a no fly zone, he'd have to ask the young lady Captain more about this.

    "I did have a good rest thank you, myself and Dctor Ashri are very grateful to all the help and support you have given us and our comrades. I'm sure that Captain Ivanov would be more than happy for the Major Injuries to be moved downside as it could hopefully save more lives and provide them with the best care the Empire has to offer. However I shall have to ask him as I am here only as an advisory role"

    He removed his comlink from his belt and switched it on to the frequency of Captain Ivanov's personal comlink.

    "Ensign Charios to Captain Ivanov, are you there sir?"

    "Ja" came the response after about fifteen seconds wait "I am here Ensign. Are you and Dcotor Ahsri and his team well?"

    "Yes sir, we have been treated very well no problems to report. Doctor Ashri and his team are resting. I am on the bridge with Captain Illior as she is asking whether she can move our Major Injuries down to the surface"
    2Of course" Ivanov replied "I have every confidence that she will look after them in thier journey down. Once that is donw, I would like you and Doctor Ashri and his team to come back to Empire's Will when you can"

    "We will sir, is Lieutenant Kazama and Lieutenant Robertson back on duty?"

    "Nein, I have rquested that they get some more rest. captain Madison's lieutenants are very capable of looking after out Ensigns."

    Charios nodded "One last thing sir, Captain Illior reports that the lockdown has been lifted from Coruscant, were you or Captain Madison aware the planet was under lockdown?"

    There was silence down the other end for about a minute, then Ivanov came back sounding a little annoyed.

    "No we were not, neither have Captain's Vectis, Terric or Bahari been informed either. Find out why from the dear lady Captain, then come back to me"

    "Understood sir, Charios out"

    Charios looked back to Captain Illior after replacing the comlink in his belt.

    "Captain Ivanov has given you permission to transport the majpr injury cases down to the planet. Once they have been transported he has requested that myself, Doctor Ashri and his team return to Empire's Will when we can. One last thing, Captain Ivanov and the rest of the group are not aware the planet is under lockdown. Perhaps you can enlighten us?"

    TAG: Captain Illior
  4. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: A joint post with Corellin_Outrider.

    IC: Ahsoka Tano and HIM, Anakin, Lord Vader Re Mavrat Ursa
    LOCATION: Royal Suite, Ursean Embassy/de facto Imperial Palace ? morning after Senate bombing



    ?Pardon the interruption,? he said returning to sit down beside her. ?You said you can?t go....well...? his voice subdued, ?then, don?t go! Problem solved!? he stated with a desire to move on, no small urgency as a quaking Imperial system impelling him.

    He smiled reassuringly, squeezing her shoulder and engaging her intensely. However, Ahsoka?s face suddenly concentrated in a scowl, momentarily causing him dismay until he realized it wasn?t to do with staying or going. Ahsoka was in miserable pain.

    He looked down below her ?arm-dressed? decolletage to the nasty dark bruise that spread round her side. Touching the place gently with the tips of his fingers, he could feel that her flesh was hot. ? Ahsoka, there?s something more than a bruise here!?

    Patting the floor, Anakin commanded softly, ?Lie down!?

    Ahsoka leaned back gingerly, her free hand touching the purpling spot to the upper right of her abdomen.

    ?Just a bruise,? he harrumphed, chidingly, looking down at her with a smirk. ?It?s a broken rib, you Nit! ?.Brother Vos!? he sighed, shaking his head and searching for Ahsoka?s gaze. Chasing it, the moment grew awkward once more and moving on, he put his hands over the rib and immersing himself in the Force, the flood of its surging touch infusing his being with invigorating but harmonious energy, he easily penetrated the discretion of epithelial limits and cellular walls to ?entered? the matrix of bone and blood and encourage the knit of fiber, muscle and tendon.

    "I don't want to go," Ahsoka asserted in a slight pout, more to herself than to Anakin, whose head was bent in concentration.

    He shook his head, still concentrated and murmured softly, "Stop that! No one wants you to go.?

    He lifted his eyes to hers slowly. ?I ? I want you to stay, Ahsoka.?

    Inhaling he sat up a little and smoothed his flattened hands over her tender flesh, ?But this can?t be about ? what I want... I am asking you to stay... because you are needed.?

    Biting the corner of her bottom lip from the pain, she focused on his face...more so on his eyes. Nodding gently, her previous doubts faded by the sense of relief that she did come through returning to Anakin... that she is needed after all.

    ?... I ... have done things for which... I swore I would never ask forgiveness..." he said with a sigh, "not because I didn't know or think what I was doing was wrong, required forgiving...? He sniffed and closing his eyes, sought a better focus before opening them again, the warmth he exuded, causing the tissues to feel it was electrified. ?Believe me, I knew how wrong...just... how can I ask you to forgive what I can not forgive in myself?" To say this, he did not require an emotional outburst, it came out simply now. It was his truth. ?You know what I have done, some of it...? He made himself remain in her gaze and he nodded his chin and bit his lips to wet them in nervous habit, his shoulders relaxing as he exhaled and reminded himself to continue his focus in the healing she required. ?It will be difficult to ?stand? with me...that?s all and to do it, you have to know what it is you stand for, what I have done. You?ll be sharing my deeds and ultimately, that can?t be because I asked you and want you, or even need you, Ahsoka. It?s got to be because you know it is the right thing to do,? he asserted quietly. ?And ? well...I?ll have to prove that, won?t I?!

    ?I?m not... out of the dark. I?ve got no illusions about that...but just ? remind me... remind me....?
  5. HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist

    Member Since:
    Apr 13, 2001
    star 6
    OOC: This is a joint post and a continuation of the last post between OrrionCarn and myself.

    IC: Han Solo, Sara Soto
    Marketplace, Outside the Senate District, Coruscant

    After several tense seconds, the sea of ankles departed from the front of the booth they had been hiding under and as quickly as they had come, Shrike and his goons had gone. Han kept his gaze steady, following every movement beyond their safe haven a moment longer before he was absolutely certain things had settled down. Only then, did he allow himself to breathe a sigh of relief and relax, falling back onto his haunches as he dug around for a portion of his plunder. But before he could bring the juicy morsel to his mouth, the girl begged for more attention, raising her voice in another attempt to find answers. Han simply rolled his eyes and popped the piece of jerky into his mouth anyway. She may have been insistent, but she was also beginning to get on his last nerve.

    "Just...go away," he growled out through clenched teeth, spearing her with a hard glare as he continued to maneuver away from her. "You'll be alot safer without me around."

    Of course, with her being as annoying as she was, Han didn't really expect her to give up that easily. He had only managed to sling his bag over his shoulder and take a couple of steps in the opposite direction before her voice cut through the steady pang of the rain. "Look, pal," she called with a hint of irritation creeping into her tone. "I don't know what your problem is, but you got me into this mess with those karkers. You think you can just wave me off and hope they don't find me? I've already got--" She paused, counting silently on her fingers. "I'm already in trouble. You think I can be safer? I'm never safe anymore. I was already taking a huge risk going outside when I bumped into you."

    Han was unaffected by her mild rant and instead of feeling sorry for her, was somewhat amused at the situation. She sure knew how to blow things out of proportion and she was making a show of herself in the process. Turning, he couldn't resist as he flashed her an incredulous half smile, the action appearing to be out of place in the murky gloom that surrounded them. "Exactly my point," he said evenly. "You have your problems, I have my own. Let's not try to go beyond that, okay?" Shaking his head with exasperation, he finally pulled his gaze away from her and sighed. "Last thing I need is to be drowning in your woman troubles. Plus," He glanced up, a hint of mischief playing over his features. "If you stick around, Shrike will do worse things to you than he would me, if you get my drift." He flashed her another grin, this one reflecting the devilish thoughts already evident in his eyes. It wasn't in his character to threaten her with sexual repercussions at the hands of Shrike, but if it was successful in luring her away...why not?

    "You don't think I've already suffered worse!?" she sputtered to his now retreating back. "I've lost my entire frakkin' fam--!" Her sentence ended in a rush of air as she exhaled loudly in frustration. But it was already too late. Han had caught onto her line of thinking and was instantly starting to regret this whole thing. She wasn't the only one to lose family and her open confession had left a big hole in his own chest. He wasn't beyond feeling the same pain she was now experiencing. Still, he allowed for her to continue.

    "I've got nothing but problems," she lamented in a softer tone. "I'm already being hunted and one more wouldn't be...Shrike wouldn't be more than another addition to the list." Despite Han currently making a point to avoid eye contact, he could now feel her gaze
  6. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Captain Iillor, Huntress bridge.


    Iillor nodded as she listened to the Kuati junior officer.

    ?Okay, that?s good, Ensign. Now, you say that Doctor Ashri and his team were able to get some rest? If so, would he like to oversee the organising of getting patients aboard larties and shuttles. I will get Surgeon-Commander Debgate to join him.?

    When Charios broached the matter of the lockdown, Iillor adopted a half-curious, half understanding, expression.
    ?I don?t know how your ships missed the lifting of the lockdown, as Planetary Defence put out a broadcast.? She was still holding the white datapad in her right hand, the contraption closed now that she had watched the recorded HNN report herself. She now brought it up from her side, to where it was between them.
    ?As for what started it, I only found out this morning. Short version? Somebody attacked the Senate.? She allowed a few seconds for Charios to absorb her words, then, ?Long version?? She held the datapad lid firmly between slender fingers, and flicked her wrist in such a way that centrifug...centriped...momentum, snapped the bi-valve design into the open position, instantly replaying the Hgubmil report on the disaster.

    It certainly was not the prescribed way to open and operate a datapad, but she was Captain, dammit.

    Iillor offered Charios the open datapad, so that he could see what she had learned not long before.

    Tag: Charios
  7. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Mira Solinova, USF Embassy aid to the RMU, Anakin, Lord Vader, Imperial Executor, Provisional Imperator
    LOCATION: Office of the Imperial Executor/Provisional Imperator, Provisional Palace, Ursean Embassy, Ambassadorial Sector, Imperial Center - Taungsday, the morning after the Senate bombing, 0613c


    Mira hurried through the partially constructed opening from Office of the Re to the bustling office being set up in the suite next door, droids and flesh service workers moving aside as the uniformed blond zipped through.

    Hands waved to gain her attention, but Mira gestured she was unavailable and speeding through to the secured office across the administrative pool, she brushed a bit of wall board dust from her shoulder, the white powder leaving a streak on the charcoal grey epaulet of her dress coat. It was pointless, at this point to speak, the drills and various other construction devices whirred and hammered, their pneumatic hoses snaking through across the floor and every now and then hissing as the compression was adjusted.

    Setting her headset on her head as she closed the door behind her, she nodded to the 4 communications officers who turned by 3rds to acknowledge the aid.

    Swiveling into the molded console to her comrades, her finger flew with efficiency over the aurabesh imprinted keys as she sent instructions to the officer to her left. Both entered their identification the clear security partitions closed round the two, Ursean and Imperial while the others surround the 6 communications workers remained open.

    The twinkling lights and holos on Solinova?s console and that of her Imperial counterpart soon became obscured to the rest of the room as the clear double walled ?plast? filled with a darkening mist.

    ?Frequencies are open and channel?s clear for all parties.?

    In answer to the Imperial, Solinova nodded out of habit, though she was required to answer him via her keyboard just as he had transmitted to her.

    Typing quickly, she also replied verbally, ?Memorandum completed. I am ready to transmit.?

    The Imperial, nodded, ?Encryption prepared, you my transmit now??

    Solinova sent the protocols first to each of the recipients. Their names would appear on the conference list for each and thus she?d had to check for rank listing before sending.

    On her screen the progress of the memo as it was sent to each of the attendees scrolled:


    ?HM Sabe Amidala II, Queen of Naboo, Office of the Executor IC?Grand Admiral Magnes Carthaginian ? HIM SSD Halcyon?Grand Admiral Osvald Teshik, ICO, Sector Zero Command, HIM ISD Eleemosynary?Lord Admiral Julien Leitman, USF ? Mav. VittSD Vitt Utharde?Admiral Kendal Ozzel ? HIM SSD Executor?Moff Kadir ? ICPD? Captain Scyther Vectis ? HIM VSD Road Block ?Captain Sohmer- HIM Krayt?s Fire ?Mr. Jan di Toli, HIM SSD Executor?


    ?prompt: Holocom encryption frequency?10 PFC level?searching?searching?connect?.


    A soft ping announced the connections made.

    ?prompt: Protocol engaged?logging on?logging on?log?

    ?.Precedural: Automatic return?.Recipient?your transmission is being connected?Comm Holocom portal Cor IC-AOE-990-Silver/?


    The memorandum zipped through the encryption process as had the name, the angular letters flying in a green streak, one by one across her screen, as if they were being suctioned from one side of the screen to the other:


    Encoding?.

    ?O F F I C E O F T H E I M P ERIAL EXECUTOR,PROVISIONAL IMPERATOR?

    PROVISIONAL PALACE: URSEAN EMBASSY
    AMBASSADORIAL SECTOR
    IMPERIAL CENTER




    08:09:33 IST
    0613 c
    MEMORANDUM:


    HM Sabe Amidala II, Queen of Naboo, Office of the Executor IC
    Grand Admiral Magnes Carthaginian ? HIM SSD Halcyon,
    Grand Admiral Osvald Teshik, ICO, Sector Zero Command, HIM SSD Eleemosynary,
    Lord Admiral Julien Leitman, U
  8. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: I am providing Sith_I-5?s post from the end of GAW IIII and his most recent one in GAW IV tagging Ozzel as a references for my post which follows Sithy?s.



    Date Posted: 6/14/09 2:37pm Subject: The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith
    IC: Captain Sohmer, Lieutenant Esteban Corel, Venator Krayt?s Fire and the SSD Executor respectively.
    Location: Sector 0, Imperial Centre



    Sohmer, seated in his command chair, experienced a certain amount of relief as the dopplering blue and grey star-lines appeared beyond the bridge windows, shortened, to be replaced with the brown orb streaked and dotted with gold.

    Coruscant. Imperial Centre.

    As the ship decelerated, and the sublights kicked in, the globe quickly grew before them, and the reflective cloud of particles surrounding the planet resolved into Imperial warships. The captain?s stomach tensed at the sight of them!

    ?All stop.? He commanded. ?Emergency deceleration. Navigation, plot escape routes from the system; no less than three.?

    ?Yes, sir.?

    ?As ordered.?

    ?ComScan, signal our contact aboard Executor that we have arrived in-system with two packages.?

    ?Yes, sir.?

    Sohmer, his face stern, removed the protective plastic cap from the worn red button on his right arm-rest, studied it. He had never used it, but from the state it was in, his predecessor had clearly been a fan. He held it down, and when he spoke now, his voice echoed throughout the Star Destroyer: ?This is the Captain. We have reached Imperial Centre. Commander Merch, Colonel Sin, my ready room on the bridge. Now.?

    He replaced the cap; didn?t want to hit it accidentally with his elbow one day, and disseminate un-intended information round the ship.

    * * * *

    Executor bridge

    The undercover intelligence officer, Corel, looked at his panel as the short message came through. Here. Two packages. KF.

    He sent back a single ping as acknowledgment, stood from his station, nodding at the Pit Lieutenant who had looked over at his movement, and climbed up from the pit to the command walkway, where he immediately sought out Admiral Ozzel.

    Standing to attention until the flag officer acknowledged his presence, he advised the man quietly: ?Admiral, the intelligence vessel we assigned to search out Emperor Palpatine's remains on Kalee, has arrived in-system. They report that they have two packages. Do you wish me to inform Lord Vader??

    Tag: The artist formerly known as Sin, Admiral Ozzel.


    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



    IC: Adm. Kendal Ozzel, Jan di Toli
    LOCATION: HIM SSD Executor, Sector 0, Imperial Centre ? morning after the Senate bombing 0616 c




    "Mr. Corel ? again!? exclaimed the A
  9. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    (Double post removed)
  10. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Amended version, as missed edit cutoff - wow, 90 mins flew by

    IC: Lieutenant Esteban Corel, ISB Agent Alex Stern, Captain Sohmer, Commander Henio Merch, Colonel Sin, Lieutenant R?chael Yaer, SSD Executor, Mobile Command Base near Moff Tratch tower, VenSD Krayt?s Fire.
    Location: Imperial Centre, Sector 0

    ?Go on Corel,? Ozzel had emphasized, responding to Esteban?s pause, with a chaser.

    ?As ordered, Admiral.? Corel about-faced and trotted, with more of the instructed decorum, back to his station. He had little way of knowing, instantly anyway, if Tarkin had been included in the comms-list from the Provisional Imperator, but he chose not to dwell on that.

    The Admiral could have felt the same way as his slighted Pit Lieutenant, and given him considerably more, and more lasting, static, over his reveal as a covert operative ? Corel guessed he ought to drop that descriptive ? but had not, for which the agent was grateful.

    Calling the Grand Moff directly before, had been impossible, hence the run-around, so he would have to call that Imperial Security Bureau major back, the one who had been so helpful.

    * * * *

    Base of Moff Trachta?s Tower, Galactic City


    Like a horizontal beer barrel, with a tapired nose, and heavy blaster cannon, the ISB Nen-Caervon mobile command base, stood three hundred metres from the base of the Moff Trachta tower, dropped off by a LAAT/rine (latrine) earlier.

    Now hundreds of Imperial Service personnel and officers milled in a large crowd between the vehicle and the evacuated cloud-scraper, while a pair of red-and-white Coruscant Fire Service tenders circled the higher floors, then ascended or descended a level, then pirouetted round the building again.

    The noise from the displaced soldiers was immense.

    One lone crew-cut ISB youth stood on the rear steps of the MCB, guarding the armoured hatch from unwelcome visitors.

    Alex Stern had slept like a log as soon as he had gotten back home the previous early evening, and somehow slept through the panic that the city had endured, only waking for an early morning jog, not only to find the Political Assassinations case to which he and Acen had been seconded, overtaken by an attack on the Senate; but himself re-assigned back to mainstream ISB duties.

    So rather than the plain clothes that he had been able to gad about in, the past few days, with Acen (Agent Hunter), and that Basic-speaking jawa detective, he was back in the ?sack?, the light tan tunic, and dark trousers and boots, of a normal ISB recruit, for the visual identification, and increased security that citizens would feel upon seeing it.
    It was silent proof of his acceptance of ISB doctrine, that he believed citizens felt safer seeing that uniform anywhere near them.

    So, Acen was aboard the locked down HNN Skyhook, and Alex had no idea what the hell he was doing up there; nor did he have any idea where the jawa, Lieutenant Giardella, was.

    The only warning that Alex had, was the click of the lock, before the hatch behind him, hit him between the shoulder blades and threatened to pitch him into the crowd of grey and olive-green tunics and caps.

    The Empire had not yet encountered the phenomena of crowd-surfing, and given the traditional animosity between regular soldiers and the ISB, this was probably not the place to start.

    Agent Stern straightened, more winded really, as the Bureau officer, his tan tunic stretched over a portly frame, somehow made it through the door without grease, still speaking into a comlink grasped in a thick-fingered pink fist.
    ?Look, Esteban, when I said ?call anytime?, I was sort of hoping that you would at least leave it a day before calling back. It?s rammed down here.? The officer ignored Alex, instead looking over the sea of people as he talked. ?Speaking of which, you got any idea why we evacuated the tower? That?s the main question everyone keeps asking me! That, and where are the loos? I mean, what in
  11. AMNDRAG_01 Jedi Knight

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    Jan 10, 2008
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    OOC: Like to join, but you do you join. There is no mentioning of a character sheet.
  12. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

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  13. Jerjerrod-Lennox Force Ghost

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    IC: Captain Scyther Vectis
    Location: VenSD Roadblock, Coruscant orbit


    Scyther had finally had a chance to grab a cup of tea and small snakc to eat, she felt refreshed after the long rest she had. She decided to do her rounds of the ship, making sure other members of the crew were OK, checking over the ship in general.

    Roadblock has suffered medium damage unlike a couple of her sister ships who looked like they not only needed a new paint job but new parts as well. Engineering had reported that one of the engines was having stutters after finally giving up the ghost through their journey through hyperspace. A couple of shield generators had gone, some of the turbolaser turrets had been destroyed and parts of the ship had holes in where there shouldn?t be.

    All in all though, the ship was still working at least to 75% functionality and the SPHA-T cannon hadn?t fallen off which was a bonus. Scyther promised the engineers that new parts would be on the way soon, she hoped so anyway and returned to the bridge.

    After establishing contact with the others a familiar and welcome voice came over the comm. from Empire?s Will.

    ?Hello again mein Kapitain?

    ?Ivanov!? she said happily ?Nice to see you back again, how are you??

    ?I am fine? came the short response ?As fine as one can be after losing my ship and more crewmembers than I could dare to count. But I am thankful that I and those that have been rescued are safe?

    He was right. Most of them were now scattered within the AllStars group, some of them filling up missing places left by crewmembers deaths on other ships. Hopefully soon they would all be reunited together once more and on a brand spanking new ship to boot.

    There were welcome back comments from the other Captain?s Terric complimenting him on a fine escape from Obdurate.

    ?Not bad for a tall bloke? said Terric, ?although with that pocket rocket Lieutenant of yours about, who would hide from you!?

    Terric was referring to Lieutenant Jun Kazama, a petite Bakuran lieutenant whose small frame belied her powerhouse martial arts skills.

    Ivanov grunted ?Maybe I should use those pocket rockets skill on you Captain Terric?.

    Terric laughed, Scyther chuckled, it was rare that Ivanov made a joke, but it seemed he was back on form here. It was very good to see; most Captain?s either got depressed or broke down. Maybe Ivanov was keeping it all locked up inside which was not a good thing but maybe Urseans had a way with dealing with things differently than most humans.

    Ice Man Ivanov was back, and back with a vengeance.

    ?I wouldn?t know, I?ve never met her ?said Bahari.

    ?Trust me, if you get on the wrong side of her, she?ll get you good. She beat my Lieutenant Spencer inn a sparring match. He had bruises all over his body that hurt for a week? replied Terric.

    ?Now I defiantly do not want to know? replied Bahari, but it was good natured. Scyther smiled, Bahari was still gaining in confidence and joining in this banter was a good start. Usually he would curl up in a corner and hide but since Dantooine he had really shown courage. He still needed a bit of work though.

    Madison interrupted ?I?m sorry to interrupt but Ensign Charios is calling for you Captain Ivanov?

    ?I?ll be back in moment replied Ivanov, and Madison took his place.

    ?Ivanov has been back a couple of hours, he?s been really helpful to my crew. He?s been catching up with his crewmembers, checking they are OK, giving them advice and so on. He?s even been chatting to my crewmembers and giving them advice too. Just a while ago him and Captain Olson were talking about team tactics, it was brilliant?

    ?He?s defiantly back? Scyther replied with a grin.

    A couple of minutes later there was a sound of conversation coming over the line at Empire?s Will?s end, then Madison came back on the line sounding confused.

    ?I?ve just been informed by Ivanov that Ensign Charios reported that apparently Captain Illior says that the lockdown on Coruscant has been lifted. Are we aware of such a order in place??

    ?Defiantly nothing here? sa
  14. OrrionCarn Jedi Knight

    Member Since:
    Aug 1, 2010
    star 1
    OOC: This is a joint post and a continuation of the last post between HanSolo29 and myself.

    IC: Sara Soto, Han Solo
    Marketplace, Outside the Senate District, Coruscant

    Sara was several feet away when the boy had shot back at her. She?d need to head home, she was heading in the wrong direction but she needed to make a point with slamming her shoulder into his. It?ll put her behind by a few minutes, but it needed to be done. But his words made her freeze for just a minute longer. Glancing over her shoulder, "Well I guess that's the one thing we actually have in common." Her hand rose and waved at him in a dismissive way.
    She could see him grit his teeth before his coming response, ?Why do you care? It ain't important??
    Sara had enough of keeping her back turned. "Because there's not a lot of things people have in common these days except being alone, and having problems."
    His mouth moved silently and his eye contact shifted elsewhere. ?Surprise, surprise...did you really expect anything different??

    "From you?" She smirked, letting it burn at him as she made her final move to dismiss him and move on, "No. I'll see you in the..." She turned and saw what she had been fearing would show up. Ever time she turned around when she didn?t expect him or there was a calm, he always appeared. Jinn-Tu, a ruthless Kel-Dor Bounty Hunter that had been hunting her for years now. Practically since the fifty-thousand credit bounty was placed on her head. His mechanically shielded eyes interrogated a human that Sara dimly remembered running past and almost toppling him while running from Shrike. Her voice trailed to finish what she was saying, "Galaxy...Frak." She spat, turning to the boy and hissing, "Now it's your turn to do the running Kid." She bolted towards him, grabbing his bicep as she passed and pulling him along.

    ?Wha...what's going on? Hey!? he grunted and staggered behind her, trying to free himself from her grip. But she wasn?t going to let go. ?What the hell do you think you're doing?! Don't touch me!?
    Sara turned slightly, pointing in the direction of Jinn-Tu. To her dismay he had already spotted her. He always did which meant the boy struggling to break free was now in danger. Jinn-Tu didn?t like witnesses. She hissed again, "That's why! He's been hunting me for a year, and he doesn't take kind to tagalongs!"

    The boy turned to follow her finger, taking note he turned back with a glare, ?Well, I ain't your gods-damned tagalong!? His free hand came up and he thrust his index finger towards her, ?And you better get that through your thick skull! I'm leavin'!? She felt him finally break free of her grip, but she quickly grabbed hold again.

    "I'm not letting another dumb kid make that mistake. Come on!" She pulled hard and he followed unwillingly.

    ?Ugh--what the--I told you not to touch me!? He staggered behind again, continuing his struggle to break free of her again, ?And dammit, don't call me that!?

    "Then stop arguing and just come on! I swear he'll kill us both if you don't follow me to safety!" She shouted back. He really didn?t get that Jinn-Tu didn?t take kind to tagalongs, and he enjoyed observing situations. He had seen them together before she had even seen him. The boy was already in danger whether he liked it or? Well no one would like it.

    ?What's your definition of safe?!? His foot toppled one of the trash dispensers in the district and he grunted from the surprise.

    "Anywhere that's not here!? She needed him to just be quiet, and she shouted back, "Here's the deal! You can come with me and live now,
  15. pashatemur Force Ghost

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    Jun 21, 2004
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    IC: Grand Admiral Magnus Carthaginian
    LOCATION: HIM SSD Halcyon, Sector 0, Imperial Center ? morning after the Senate bombing 06170 c



    ?I see the traffic?s breaking now,? said Carthaginian to his barber and rubbing his chin, he smiled. ?That?s a definite improvement. ?All?s right with the world,? as they say.? Magnus had made a joke which escaped the older man?s understanding or desire to do so. The Field aid standing by, chuckled to himself at the Grand Admiral?s rare attempt to engage.

    The barber brushed the Grand Admiral?s shoulders with a fine bristled whisk. ?Yes, sir,? he replied dutifully.

    Both men looked where Magnus directed ? there was order and movement and they could see, the Grand Admiral was right. The view presented them, showed Imperial Center, glistening yet heavy, as the sun behind the Halcyon lit the planet before them stealing the ?magic? of it?s shadow visage and revealing a dull opal orb in greys, dusky pinks and brownish orange. In their geosynchronous orbit, those aboard the Super Star Destroyer could feel somewhat less stagnant compared with those aboard craft so unfortunate as to sit in queue hours before Fleet Onslaught arrived in system the day before. Now those lines of waiting ships were finally moving.

    Yet, from his perspective Carthaginian was impressed with the thought that all these ships represented a goodly portion of the Empire?s military might, not half, nor a quarter, but a phenomenal amount!

    As his barber cleared his tray from before him, Magnus rose and walked towards the view port of his stateroom, sinking into a deep concentration, knuckle pressing his chin for balance, eyes slimming. In fact, he thought further, if one were to hold great sway amongst the admiralty?one could bring to bear, with so many ships of the line, such a force as to render Coruscant, a slag heap. What if that attack on the Senate were mounted by some hidden foe amongst the assembled before him?.?

    It was a very short spate of time between that thought and the informal list now formed in his head of just who might have the clout to pull the necessary threads to such an effort. He doubted seriously anyone?s wishing to destroy the planet however, to many interests had business on Coruscant. This lead him to consider, who, should it prove necessary, could he rely on? What coalition could he foster? The di stood cocked, corner slipping.

    His home world was this dull opal globe and below, his commander, a slave born man of varied cloth, a ?wizard?, a boy hero pilot with an arrogant color, a favored substitute for a son, and Carthaginian, a man of stature, noble born and bred, formed and forming through solid instruction, anchored, considered and proven, gracious and learned had elected to throw his lot in with this hero cum commander.

    It seemed long ago now that his decision had been made. Kavala Palace, Ursa. Was it bearing, a keenness in the gaze, determination, or the sign of a man who had looked into the abyss and still stood?

    ?Your coat, sir!? The field aid?s voice was a gravely one, and a voice Carthaginian knew well. He?d been in the employ of the Carthaginian family as a steward, but during the early years of the Clone Wars he?d enlisted his services. It did not bother Carthaginian that Clodemus was 20 years his senior and certainly more experienced in the Field. However, capable as Clodemus was, he did not possess the decisive metal breeding and expectation inculcated in those of noble birth like himself. With privilege came duty AND the means to uphold that duty.

    ?Yes, thank you,? said Magnes, slipping his arms in while Clodemus held the shoulders of his white dress uniform and then smoothed them down. So would the Empire be served by this young commander to whom Carthaginian had been bound, first by order of law, and now by choice?

    What circumstances had brought him to this point? To question himself was not the habit of a Carthaginian, but this went against the usual flow. Two things then stood in the Grand Admiral?s min
  16. pashatemur Force Ghost

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    Jun 21, 2004
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    OOC: The spelling for Magnus is correct and not the variant I left in the body of the post and the time in the heading should read: 0617 c

    Thank you,
    Pash
  17. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

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    IC: Lieutenant R'Chael Yaer, Colonel Sin, Commander Merch, Captain Sohmer, Krayt's Fire Venator
    Location: Imperial Centre space


    Within six minutes of her request, Yaer was at the back of the bridge, accepting a tray from a grey-coveralled rating while the door guards looked on.

    Three metal mugs filled with steaming black liquid, another metal container with a teaspoon was two thirds filled with white sweetener granules; an open datapad for which she signed, and on her way to the Ready Room, activated with a thumb scan, so that she could brief her superiors.

    She knocked, then entered at Sohmer's response, nudging at the door with her left hip out of habit rather than necessity.

    "Thank you, Lieutenant." Colonel Sin nodded, levitating one mug straight from the tray.

    "Colonel." She looked pointedly at his outstretched legs, and when he did not reign them in, she took the scenic route round them, and bent down towards Henio, lowering the tray to where he could get a cup.

    "Sirs, an alert from Arkanis Sector. Monitoring station, Tatooine, has picked up what it suspects is a jedi locator beacon. Last positive fix was at Rodia, but it has gone into hyperspace again."

    "Well, we cannot do anything from here." Merch pointed out, looking over the desk at Sohmer, as he stirred more sweetener into his Coffeine. "In any case, Admiralty is giving Admiral Thaw first dibs on captures, because of the Charlotte's Web incident." He continued, referring to the recent disappearance of an Interdictor-class heavy cruiser at Ryloth, along with the destruction of an Inquisitorious star destroyer.

    The Captain did not pause in his inputting of his encryption codes to access the holo-conference, as he answered; able to concentrate on more than one thing at a time: "Thaw should still have assets at Geonosis. Give them the heads up, and remind them that if this is a genuine trace, we need the jedi not necessarily in one piece, but certainly able to answer questions." He had his tongue at the corner of his mouth as he peered at the code onscreen, and compared to the one at the base of the memorandum. He looked up at Yaer. "Leave mine on the desk please, then contact Geonosis regarding this Order 66 matter."

    "Yes sir."

    "Seal the door after you; we do not wish to be disturbed." He added.

    She nodded her understanding. "Affirmative."

    Seconds later, the door hissed shut, and Sohmer settled in to wait connection with the holo-conference. He planned to advise the first person to pop up, who would be listening in.

    A smooth and warm female voice announced: "You have entered secured Holopod Cor IC-AOE-990-Silver, please await signal while your conference is bussed...."

    "Pleasant voice," The Colonel observed, sipping at his drink, "when it has finished...bussing..., ask if she has a sister."

    Merch did a deliberate double-take, while Sohmer sighed and reached for his kaf.

    Tag: The Conference
  18. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
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    OOC: I have been asked, by player and GM, to berth Jorus C?Boath until MOLP has more time to play.

    IC: Agent Devon Robie, Master Jorus C?Boath
    , bridge of the Haven Jedi Refuge.
    Location: Ylix star system

    ?Actually,? Devon decided aloud, rising from his chair, and waving the jedi master to join him in one of the rooms going off from the bridge, ?you probably should know about this.?

    ?Know about what?? C?Boath responded warily, as he stepped down from the doorway, and trailed the rodian. He sensed no hostility from the non-jedi, and wondered why Master Yoda had allowed non-Sensetives to remain on board.

    Devon stopped at an unlit rectangular light-table, standing at an indentation on the near side, and leaned over to activate it. The surface glowed white, bathing the ceiling and their faces, and casting light and their shadows round the otherwise dark room. The agent indicated a green spot, with it?s name next to it. ?Imperial sensors have picked up a jedi locator beacon, that just suddenly started blaring, last positive sighting at Rodia.?

    Jorus paused, cocking his head slightly, as if trying to hear something outside Devon?s range, while the rodian looked on self-consciously, and wondered whether to risk poking the older teacher.
    Then the jedi seemed to recover. ?I do not sense Knight Sunwalker to be in danger.?

    ?We don?t either, Master. A bounty hunter was killed at one of the tapcafs serving the main spaceport; witnesses say that he accused someone of being a jedi, just before he got blasted. What with all that nonsense at Arrisa, and whatever went down at Coruscant, the Imps are having trouble getting their act together. At the moment, bounty hunters have been contracted to investigate, but it is only a matter of time before the Empire diverts some official resource to the hunt.?

    ?Are we doing anything?? The Jedi Master asked pointedly.

    Devon hesitated, because whatever they were doing, it was not much. ?An SGIS agent is enroute to Rodia.?

    Jorus waved dismissivly at the idea. ?Oh, he won?t stay there, not if he has been compromised. Bring up the closest worlds.?

    Devon leaned down to peer at the table controls, and quickly tapped in the parameters he wanted. The colourful icons for Ando, Blenjeel and Falleen resolve dout of the white background. ?Ando is closest, Master.?

    ?Which means that we can ignore it. Send your man to Blenjeel.?

    ?Yes, Master. I will pass that on.? He nodded. ?If he really wanted to go to ground, he could try Lahsbane, or even Hutt Space.? More planets came up as he fed in more instructions. ?But why activate the beacon if you are trying to hide. I mean, when Knight Evanzon did his, he was stranded in deep space, so couldn?t go anywhere, but this fragger-? He stopped, mid-sentence, aware that the older jedi?s hand had dropped to the hilt at his side.

    ?I would choose your next words very carefully, Agent.? Jorus warned. He had always believed that an insult to one of their special breed, was an insult to all, and that side of him certainly had not mellowed. He exhaled heavily. ?I will be in my cabin.? He immediately left the light-table.

    ?Okay-dokey?? Devon watched the jedi master about face from the light-table, and trailed him back onto the command deck.

    ?Deep meditation to commune with Force, may divine our errant brother?s location. Master Whie is in nominal charge until I return. Apprise him of the situation, and be warned, I must not be disturbed.?

    Devon diverted to the Communications Station and waited for the bridge doors to safely seal behind the master, before uttering, ?Cancel the marching band; got it.?

    Sighing, he set about dialing his boss for the third time that morning. The Mission Supervisor was going to be thrilled.

    Tag: no-one
  19. Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Art Curator | Oceania RSA | CR of NSW

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    ~OOC~
    This post references story arcs from GAW III, I have approval from Pashatemur, TheAdmiral and Sith-I-5 to move characters along for this post. Special thanks goes to Pashatemur, LadyZaraMarta/TheMaidofOrleans, TheAdmiral and Sith-I-5.

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    Artistic interpretation of the phenomenon within the Obligon Nebula - by Corellian_Outrider

    ~IC~ Grand Admiral Mitth'raw'nuruodo
    Location: Obligon Nebula / Arrissa's Field

    A mighty spectacle. A shining splendour: The violent life and death of a star. In the Chommell Sector, this cycle is currently taking place within the Obligon Nebula.

    A marvellous art of nature: This H-II class nebula is three times the size of an average star system. While its stunning magnitude is impressive, it is tiny compared to the other nebulas of its class in the galaxy. Through the process of accretion, new stars are being born in this interstellar nursery. What gives the nebula its beauty is the way ultra-violet light from the young stars reacts with the gases, illuminating them.

    Beautiful but also full of hidden dangers. Inside the depths of this nebula, the dense magnetic field of a lone pulsar sculpt the particles of dust and gas into spiralling tendril formations around it. The sweeping, pulsating high-energy radiation leaving the celestial body is harmful to anyone unshielded from it.

    The gravitational forces influenced by the stars keep an iron rich field of asteroids snugly by the edge of the nebula. This material once belonged to a star system: remnants of planets and moons, asteroids and comets, dust and ice. Presumably destroyed aeons ago by a supernova or some other catastrophic event. With the passing of time, it would be likely that the field would be captured by the gravity of a young star from the Nebula and be recycled as a new system of planets and bodies to orbit it.

    Among this dynamic backdrop another activity plays out. Two Imperial-class Star Destroyers silently move in tandem along the imaginary border between the nebulous formation and the asteroid field. Their shields flare up and flash regularly by being constantly bombarded by micrometeorites from the field impacting the ships at astonishing speeds. The residual radiation that assaults them is kept at tolerable levels by the shields, if they stray deeper into the stellar clouds of the nebula, they run the risk of receiving potent rays from the pulsar and killing the crew.

    It is recommended among pilots of unshielded crafts, such as tugs and TIE-class starfighters, that be on duty to spend minimal amounts of time as possible away from the command ships. This is to prevent prolonged exposure that can cause damage to DNA, cellular degradation and sterility among them.

    Tumbling, spinning, curving, bending and breaking. The dance of the asteroids. Each body follows their own path along their own axis. The rotation of each mass creates its own influence of gravity that tugs, repels and alters the course everything else in its path until it crashes or is slung out of the field. Collisions of the larger asteroids can splinter them apart into smaller shards, if the energy behind them are great enough can fuse them together to form larger ones.

    At the heart of the field, larger collections of asteroids dominate over the smaller ones. Some are the size of a small moon and help shape the field themselves. Caverns and intricate tunnels burrow through some of them from mining equipment or natural formations from fusion. Craters that pit the surface of those 'giants' are from the loose eccentric orbits from the smaller ones that bring their paths too close and eventually impact.

    At the outer band of the asteroid field, three Imperial Star Destroyers traverse along the non-defined edge of the field. The large KDY manufactured ion engine nozzles glowed hot and brightly as they provided thrust in the cold vacuum. In reverse delta-formation, 'Judic
  20. Jerjerrod-Lennox Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2005
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    IC: Lieutenants Aruth Haji and Carlos Casrah (NPC?s)
    Location: VenSD Roadblock, Coruscant orbit


    With the Captain gone to see to the conference, the bridge crew could only keep watch and wait. They had to be on guard in case something happened or any communications came through, but they could not disturb the Captain unless it was very important.

    Casrah looked over towards his opposite number Haji from the starboard crew pit.

    ?Must be serious enough to summon the Captain like that. Especially since we don?t know what going on down on the planet, and I?m sure we?re not the only ones?

    ?Correct? replied Haji, another Kuati. Some would say that a Kuati and a Corellian would never get along as crewmebers, but they would be wrong, these two got along famously. ?We?ve received no transmissions of any kind, or any information from any other ships.?

    ?Sensors, what have you got?? asked Casrah.

    ?We noticed a big traffic buildup when we arrived, we thought it was probably a major accident or something had happened like an explosion. As Ensign Charios reported, the traffic seems now to be flowing back down to the planet. We also considered a malfunction with the control tower but Comms reports that transmissions have been flowing well.?

    ?Something smells? said Haji frowning ?I don?t like it?

    ?What?s to like?? Casrah replied folding his arms ?Traffic behaving weirdly, no information, now an Imperial Summons with a load of big shots. We have questions but not all the answers?

    ?Ensign Charios holds the key to one? said Haji ?Captain Vectis could get the others. Also not all the big shots as you call them are there. There are group Captain?s missing, no Grand Moff?s or Moffs of any kind on the list. Perhaps it is something Lord Vader only wants select people to know and maybe those he explicitly trusts?

    ?I agree? said Casrah as one of the comm. officers raised his arm for attention.

    ?What have you got?? said Haji walking over to the comm. station.

    ?Message from Halcyon trying to raise Captain Vectis. I?ve notified them she is on Imperial Summons; would you like to take it in case it is urgent??

    ?I will? replied Casrah walking over to his personal station ?Better see what they want?

    The comm. officer nodded and gave Casrah the thumbs up when the transmission was established.

    ?This Lieutenant Casrah, second in command of the Roadblock. As you are no doubt aware, Captain Vectis is on Imperial Summons and cannot be disturbed unless it is very urgent. Any messages can come through to me and I will deal with them. Any orders for us??

    TAG: Halcyon.
  21. SithStarSlayer Manager Emeritus

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  22. pashatemur Force Ghost

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    Jun 21, 2004
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    IC: Captain Anko, Field aid to Grand Admiral Carthaginian
    LOCATION: bridge of the HIM SSD Halcyon 0626 c



    Anko nearly slid through the entrance to the bridge and recovered quickly to straighten his jacket and find the CO on bridge delivering Carthaginian?s orders. Nodding he was directed to a comm. officer presently addressing someone on Roadblock.

    ?Lieutenant Casrah, sir, this is Lieutenant Fazel, I was directed to contact Captain Vectis ?I, just a moment, Sir.? The Lieutenant clearly was saluting another officer who took the comm. from his subordinate.

    Anko had made it to the bridge from the Admiral?s staterooms in record time, but out of breath, wiping his beaded brow with the back of his sleeve and leaning in over Fazel?s shoulder. ?Lieutenant Casrah, this is Captain Anko, this is a subfleet command. Grand Admiral has called ?Onslaught? to Stand-by, effective immediately. I?ve little more to give you, I?m afraid, other than he?s advised the USF to take up defensive position around the Ursean Royal Frigate, Mavras Maelstrom. You?re the first to get this. ?Official? is,? he said snapping his fingers at the communication?s officer to send out the code and the encrypted command. ??should be there ?now.?

    TAG: Casrah
  23. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Grand Vizier, Sate Pestage and Ruling Council Member, Sly Moore
    LOCATION: dining room in the damaged ?Palace of the People.? 0617



    ?Ms. Mooooooore!?

    The deeply intoned name echoed in the large and cavernous dining room, a room often empty, dark geometric buttresses rising skyward in blue and purple shadow.

    The clink of a glass joined the otherwise solitary noise to disturb the silence of the dark. In the distance, a ventilator rattles and footsteps signal the approach of another, their progress interrupted only momentarily.

    ?To what do we owe your company??

    Sly Moore stopped at the end of the long table, her warm, quiet voice answered. ?Grand Vizier! You seem to have made yourself quite at home in Dantius? absence.?

    The sound of liquid being decanted from one container to another gurgled softly.

    Seated at the end of the long table, Sate Pestage, immaculately groomed save a few dark and glistening spots on his lip and lapel of his belted and richly woven robes and next to him end, a frightened young Devronian. Moore noted from the awkwardness of bearing, the Devronian was unused to such lofty company.

    Pestage said nothing but helped himself to a serving of one of the many delicacies from the table.

    ?Splendid feast!? she said, still advancing. ?Keeping your self amused??

    ?Oh, yes, certainly!? said Pestage, who reached the decanter and offered to it up silently in invitation to Sly Moore.

    ?It?s a bit early, don?t you think,? said Moore, disdaining the proffered beverage as she stood by the trembling Devronian who on closer inspection seemed slumped, sumptuous clothes carelessly donned.

    She blinked at the Grand Viziers little joke. ?I?ve heard,? said Moore slowly.

    ?Heard? That?s lovely,? Pestage responded absently.

    ?So your response is to sit here in this?ruin and take your leisure?? she asked touching her pale hand to the Devronian?s wrist, a large jeweled ring winking in the scant light. She looked about. This room had suffered little damage in the fire and blast that had taken the throne room and 20 floors below it with varying degrees of damage. The event had been attributed to faulty ventilation and the ignition of exhaust particle in the environmental system.

    That was the official statement. Ms. Moore and many other in the Palace knew it was nothing whatever to do with that, but the event had rattled the megalopolis and a generic prerecorded ?All is well-holo? had been broadcast to address the mild sense of panic the Coruscanti experienced having, most of them lived through the Battle of Coruscant only 8 years prior ? not enough time to forget the horrors and violence, the confusion and disruption to commerce and home.

    However it had happened, the Senate and toppled EmPalReConSU only reignited the panic and magnified it.

    ?Get up, dear!? said Ms. Moore to the Devronian, ?That?s right, get up!? she cooed.

    Pestage smiled. ?Oh, I?ve nothing much to do right now but watch it all unfold. It?s better than opera!? He chuckled.

    ?Go on my dear,? said Ms. Moore warmly, gesturing toward the large entrance through which she?d approached.
    The Devronian looked tentatively to Pestage and then back to Moore, trembling.

    ?It?s alright, darling. Go on. That?s right,? she cooed encouragingly.

    Pestage sighed and wiped his lips, gently dabbing as the Devronian backed away, then, ran.

    The guards could be heard shooting after the fleeing ?guest.?

    Sly looked meaningfully to Sate Pestage.

    ?You would have a soft spot for the wretched wouldn?t you...I rather liked that one. You?ve spoiled my morning,? the Vizier commented dryly.

    ?Ah, alright, you?ve heard! You know Ms. Moore, you and I go back a long way. I think it safe to say we may be blunt. The Emperor left instructions, I intend to follow them. You may have enjoyed a certain?favor, but ultimately, we both know, you were his ?entertainment, but really, you haven?t any illusions that will help you if the wrong people hold sway for a while. There?s no one with a clean hand ? NO ONE!? said Pestage leaning forward as Sly settled
  24. Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Art Curator | Oceania RSA | CR of NSW

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    ~IC~ Ahsoka Tano
    Location: Ursean Embassy, Coruscant

    She could feel Anakin and Vos on the otherside of those doors as she got out of her worn attire. A brief moment of relief to be out of them and a bit sick of the sight after living in them for the past few days. Moving them aside, they were not meant for travelling, but the clothes had served her surprisingly well since that night on Rendili. Pursing her lips, she remembered that her jacket would still be in the private salon, she had accidentally left it there last night when she was trying to make her way to Anakin.

    Cocking her head as she reached for the top, she froze as she heard voices from the other room. Silently she resumed getting dressed. It felt strange getting changed in the new clothes given to her. She pushed aside the thoughts that these clothes belonged to someone else as she pulled on the tank top from over her montrals and down into place. Upon freeing her lekku from them, she untwisted the straps on her shoulders before tugging on the hem, noting how the dark violet complimented her reddish complexion.

    The light brown trousers were a close fit, just a tad small in terms of the length of them. Threading her own belt through the loops, doing up the buckle before clipping her small utility pouches back onto them. Her hand grasped for the japor carving on her white gold chain necklace to adjust as she stepped barefoot to the mirror to check how she looked.

    She looked more refreshed and presentable. The bottom of the tank top rode up a bit and she pushed it down a couple of times only to pout at it as it stubbornly rode up, but she exhaled and shrugged. It was fine enough and definitely better than the rags in her arm. Turning around and bundling her old clothes together, not sure what to do with them as she held them in her arms and exited into the bed chamber.

    Tag: Anakin, Vos
  25. ArgenPalos Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 23, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: GM Approved! Good to be back and see so many familiar "faces."

    Name: Mon Mothma of Chandrila
    Age: 25
    Gender: Female
    Species: Human
    Eye Color: Blue
    Hair Color and Style: Auburn, short, cropped hair
    Skin Complexion: Fair
    Clothing: Formal garments native of Chandrila, typically a white or off-white color
    Physique: 1.5 meters tall, slim, graceful appearance
    Personality: Serious, passionate about her work as a politician, strong voice in the crumbling Senate
    Quirks: Ever the passionate idealist, she occasionally clashes with the not-so bold Bail Organa, whose realism contrasts with her ready-to-act nature
    Force Sensitive: No

    [image=http://www.chinese-starwars.com/starwarsepisode3/charactors/othercharactors001.JPG]

    -Brief History:
    Groomed from childhood for public service, Senator Mon Mothma of Chandrila is an outspoken political idealist and a firm believer in democracy. She is one of the first Senators to become alarmed at Palpatine?s growing power, and is one of the new Empire?s greatest opponents. Together with Senator Bail Organa and Chancellor Elect Padme Amidala ? two individuals who share similar views regarding the political mess of the day ? Mon Mothma helps organize a resistance group, the Rebel Alliance to combat the tyranny of Palpatine and his Empire. In the past few years, Mon Mothma has ceaselessly worked to further the aims of the Alliance. Following the death of Padme, she and Bail Organa have taken up the role of leader, although General Torian and Admiral Fidelis lead all military operations. Mothma continued to use her influence in the Senate, but her cover was blown and receiving advance notice ?from a friend? that she would be arrested Mon Mothma had to leave Imperial Center and go into hiding, shortly thereafter joining with the Rebel Alliance on Yavin IV.

    ***

    Name: Admiral Ackbar
    Age: 54 standard years
    Gender: Male
    Species: Mon Calamari
    Eye Color: Amber/Green
    Physical description: A tall fish-like amphibious humanoid possessing a domed head, webbed hands, large, protruding eyes, and salmon-colored skin.
    Clothing: The traditional all-white uniform of an Admiral in the Mon Calamari Navy.
    Personality: Pensive, authoritative, and crafty. Intelligent and wise, usually easygoing but can be fierce when it is warranted.
    Quirks: Frequently does most of his thinking while staring out into space for long stretches of time.
    Force sensitive: No

    [image=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6e/AckbarStanding.jpg]

    His Command Ship Ship
    Name: Home One
    Class: Mon Calamari Star Cruiser MC-80
    Weapon Systems: Turbolasers (36) Heavy Ion Cannon (36) Tractor Beam Projectors (6)
    Crew Compliment: 5,480
    Hyperspace Capability: Class 1 Hyperdrive

    [image=http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/5/5e/Mchomeone2a.jpg]

    Commander of the Alliance (Rebel) Fleet, the native of Dac (Mon Calamari to many non-natives) came from humble beginnings but after joining the Mon Cal Navy quickly ascended the ranks and was even was elected leader of his home, Coral Depths City. However, he was recruited by the early leaders of the Rebel Alliance and after careful deliberation decided to throw in his lot with the faction.

    Again quickly ascending the ranks within the alliance thanks to his brilliant tactical maneuverings and his very capable recruiting of the non-human dissident factions within the galaxy into the fold, he eventually gained the highest position in the Rebel Navy.

    However, the Empire discovered covert operations in Mon Calamari ship building, including the production of weapons enhanced ships against the express laws of the Empire and the Mon Cal and after a great battle Dac fell under total occupation, which has greatly disturbed the Admiral.

    ***

    Name: Biggs Darklighter
    Age: 24 standard years
    Gender: Male
    Species: Human
    Eye Color: Green
    Physical description: Dark Haired and sports mustaches, healthy and trim build and average to tall in stature.
    Clothing: Rebel Al
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