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  1. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

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

    Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa

    "We've searched this ship from top to bottom and your locator beacon is still evading us, sir," the voice of the clone he had come to recognize as Sixes' own, reported to him. The former Jedi pursed his lips while he sat on one of the remaining crash seats in the main cabin, Sixes standing in front of him clad in his repainted armor with his helmet tucked under one arm.

    "Then we will need to obtain a jamming device sufficient in blocking the signal until we can find it." Kaicus stood and held onto a support to steady himself. "In the meantime, let us use the time that we have to obtain the information we need."

    "First on the agenda, sir, is obtaining a place to stay. If the Empire or other hunters come looking because of that beacon, we should be as far from the ship as possible until we have to leave. Copper can keep an eye on things here." Sixes said and the astromech tweedled an agreement behind him. The clonetrooper stepped away a few feet and set his helmet down before going through his equipment to make sure everything was ready.

    "We should go someplace where we won't attract attention to ourselves," his clone brother suggested. Sixes glanced over his shoulder at the medic sitting on the cot.

    The blind man shook his head. "No. We need to stay with the ship in the event we do have to leave. Have Copper access the information mainframe while we look around."

    Although he could not see it, the two clones nodded in compliance to their General's orders. Sixes herded the astromech toward one of the information jacks and the little droid immediately went to work. "So where do we start looking?"

    "The cantinas are a good start," answered the Jedi.

    Sixes sighed and rejoined the General at his side. "You're just suggesting that so you can go drink."

    Kaicus snorted derisively and chuckled a little. "Not this time, my friend." The three men left the attack shuttle, leaving behind Copper to search through the city's well of information while they were gone.

    The copper colored astromech swiveled its head around as the ramp sealed itself shut. Tweedle-woo, beeped the droid. A hatch popped open on his body and his appendage reached in to pull out a small device that was silently blinking. The droid regarded it for a moment and gave a mournful, electronic sigh before replacing the locator beacon back into its compartment before returning to its task.


    TAG: Sith-I-5
  2. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Argen! :D CmdrMitth?, loved what you did with that locator beacon.

    Returning Ship CS (format, from my records)

    -Name/Model#: Lucrehulk-class battleship
    --Designer/Manufacturer: Trade Federation (pre-Clone Wars donation)
    ---Combat Designation: SGIS Base Ship
    ---Diameter: 3 kilometres
    ---Engines: 3 primary Rendili Stardrive ?Proton 3?s, 4 secondary Rendili Stardrive ?Proton 12?s.
    ---Weapons: 42 quad turbolaser batteries (can turn into hull for concealment)
    ---Crew: Angeo Lim synthdroid (1 of 20), several B1 pilot battledroids
    ---Passengers: As of a week ago, fifty Mon Calamari refugees, evacuated from Dac ahead of Tarkin?s blockade. Mostly starship engineers, one daughter of a Dac minister, one senior military officer.
    ---Starfighter Squadrons: 200 Vulture droids ? fighter screen, escorts, communications relay from within nebula.
    ---Planetary Assault Troops: 4 AAT and 4 MTT ground vehicles with crew.
    ---Onboard vehicles: Miscellaneous craft (stolen by Agent Robie).
    ---Operational Equipment: Stygium Crystal cloaking device, tractor beams, shields.

    This is a croissant shaped vessel with massive amounts of cargo space, that served as a cargo ship and battleship for the Trade Federation, then a Forward Base for MI5/SGIS, and now, with the Galactic Republic extinguished, still serves as a secret base.
    Her spherical control tower houses the living areas.

    This is not a full-on combat vessel, although she has the weapons to be such.
    Mission profiles: sit her choob still, and just serve as a base for visiting MI5 agents, or refugees.

    Active Missions
    - Before the events of the Phantom Menace, served as a forward base to MI5 agents protecting the then Queen of Naboo.
    - Four years after the Empire came into being, the synthdroid copy of Lim brought the secret base out of hiding to pre-empt the Emperor's blockade of the Dac Shipyards by retrieving one of their drydocks and helping to evacuate their engineers.
    They arrived the same time as an Alliance fleet, got the drydock, but when a huge fleet of forty Imperial Star Destroyers turned up, Lim engaged a cloaking device and took the base ship away.

    ---Previous Games:
    Star Wars, 007 Style ? On Her Majesty?s Security Service, by Dubya Scott
    Galaxy at War III ? Schism of the Sith, by Pashatemur



    IC: Mission Supervisor Angeo Lim, Yavscout, SGIS Base Ship, and the ?Luna over Agua? cantina, Rodia
    Location: Iiyama nebulae, Rodia


    Standing on the bridge of the former Trade Federation Lucrehulk-class battleship, Lim nodded at the new suggestion from Agent Robie at the mobile jedi retreat. ?Thank you, Agent. I will pass that on immediately.?

    Before her, the three-quarter scale holograph of the distant rodian, dissipated.

    She turned to the nearest of the blue-shoulder battledroids manning the bridge stations, and noted that they were due a dusting down.

    ?Get me Yavscout.?

    ?Affirmative, Mission Supervisor.?

    The multi-coloured gases and dust that formed the nebula served to protect the Secret Galactic Intelligence Service base from passing and prying sensors, but also impeded direct communications over long distances too.

    The workaround that they had come up with, was to fit two of their Vulture fighter complement with comms relay gear, and send them out to bridge the gap to the outside galaxy.

    * * * *

    The ?Luna over Agua? cantina, Rodia

    Yav?s back slid down the upturned bar table, as the furniture vibrated with the impacts of several blaster hits on the other side.

    The elf was clad all in black, gnome-skin, which as well as looking too cool for school, served to bump up his capacity for mana storage, which was the energy that power his Norrathian abilities.

    It was hard luck for the gnomes, but that was not his call. Under the black top, he wore a silvery, sleeveless vest of flex-armour, cos? magic does not stop blaster-fire.

    He had once tried to brazen that out with a Heat Resist self-buff. Never again, cos? it turned out t
  3. Corellian_Outrider Admin FF | Art Curator | Oceania RSA | CR of NSW

    Administrator
    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2002
    star 5
    ~OOC~ GM Approved. Welcome back Argen!

    Name: Rowan Halcyon
    -Age: 48
    --Gender: Male
    ----Race: Corellian
    -----Eye Colour: Blue
    ------Hair Colour and Style: Shoulder length Honey blond hair. Early stages of a beard forming with a hint of red through it.
    -------Skin Complexion: Fair skin
    --------Clothing: Emerald Green Robes of the Corellian Order.
    ---------Physique: 184 cm tall, strong, fit, physically looks younger than he is.
    ----------Personality: Honourable. Intelligent. Resenting the past at times. His experiences since had left him a quiet person and keeps to himself most of the time. Keeps his past guarded and only a few he trusts. He's fiercely loyal and protective of the ones he love.
    -----------Quirks: A pacifist. Finds a way to inject humour in certain situations.
    ------------Force Sensitivity: Yes


    Biography:
    -Brief History: Approx. twenty-five hundred years before the Clone Wars, Rowan was born into a family of two worlds. Their cultures were nurtured and ingrained into him with a deep sense of honour and moral code. With the death of his parents at a young age, he was taken to the Temple on Corellia for his training to be overseen. Following in his mother's footsteps, he proudly attained the rank of Jedi Knight. Shortly after, he and his Master were sent to on a mission to infiltrate the Sith occupied world of Ruusan.

    The Ruusan Campaign lasted a number of months and fighting alongside the Republic and the Jedi Order. The battle was bloody and few survived. After losing both his friends and his Master during those horrific events, he took off on his own in exile, to seek solitude. He turned away from the Order and the Republic. His identity hidden, known as the 'Outrider' to those he came across. He turned to smuggling and did what he could for those in need.

    Several years later his path brought him unwillingly back to the conflict between the Sith and the Republic. He found himself being used once again by the Jedi Order. His death on Vjun was brief and was brought back into the world with a sense of purpose. Returning to his father's homeworld, he spent time with a childhood friend. He had a choice to live a life he always wanted but the threat of endangering those he loved forced him to turned away from that option. She married into Royalty and offered him a place in her navy.

    The feeling of dread filled him and with the pressure of something coming, he left. Removing all trace of himself from known civilisation, he spent years running as a hunted man. Hunted by those in power. Mercenaries flushed him back into the known galaxy to that everything had gone wrong. His homeworld of Corellia was under Sith occupation. Confronting his past, he formed and lead an independent group to liberate the sector from them. Once the monarchy was restored and peace returned, he slipped away to bring peace to the world of his father.

    --Military History: Trained as a Knight and a member of the Corellian Jedi Order. Participated in the Ruusan Campaign before exile. Participated in a number of small skirmishes including briefly aiding the defence of Dantooine. Briefly served as an Admiral of the Calinör Royal Navy. A key figure during the Corellian Campaign.

    --- Traumatic Experiences: Orphaned at a young age when his parents died, raised among two different cultures. Loss of those close to him over the years. Hunted and manipulated by the desire of others.

    Lightsaber:
    -Lightsaber Blade Colour: Silver, transparent core.
    --Lightsaber Type: Single, 1.4 metre long blade
    ---Hilt Description: 30 cm long, chrome cylinder shaped hilt. A grid work of fine lines cover the bulbous pommel cap with a small studs around the hemispherical perimeter. Raised sections along the hilt are black. A decorative chrome plate wraps around the upper section as a blade guard and curves down the length of one side to the activation switch. Activation switch located at the lower portion of the hilt. Power dials near the blade emitter.


    ~OOC~My gratit/>
  4. SithStarSlayer Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Oct 23, 2003
    star 6
    IC: Quinlan Vos, Ledaren of Kavala
    Location: Coruscant, with the Re and Ahsoka Tano


    ?It doesn?t look like I?ll be able to take Han to Carida.? said Anakin as he rejoined Quin. ?Better find him... and don?t tell me he?s on board your ship...you and I both know he?s incapable of staying put for this long on his own....? said Anakin jabbing the air with his forefinger and then addressing no one in particular, ?I?d do better sending a pigeon courier than waiting for my summons to be acknowledged!? He stood regarding the holo transponder hands on hips as if he could will it to ?bleet? in answer.

    "I'm sure Solo's up to his neck in boredom..." mused Vos, "if he's still onboard that is." His head was still swimming slightly as he continued: "I'll send for him, as I'm not yet... fit-enough to navigate the maze of the cityscape." As Ahsoka returned with a fresh set of clothes, he offered with a sweeping gesture of his left hand in her direction: "Or, perhaps 'Mizz' Tano can once and for all, earn my trust by retrieving the young scoundrel for us?"

    He regarded the Togratu for a moment as he could sense her continued; albeit slight, agitation. But Quinlan felt no remorse or regret for what had transpired between them during the previous night. He couldn't. Not in his position. If the same situation presented itself a thousand times, he would have done the same repeatedly and without fail. Perhaps his... diplomacy could use some work, but in matters of life and death there wasn't much room for discussion. Without waiting for either of them to respond he finished with: "Unless of course, his majesty has something better in mind for you this afternoon."

    He hoped that in time, the young woman would come around on her own and see that given the deplorable hand he'd been dealt, Vos only did that which had to be done. A quick chill ran up his spine; causing the Kiffu to shudder ever-so-slightly, at the thought of what the young Emperor's death would have meant for the Galaxy. In the back of his mind; all he could see was total chaos....

    TAG: Emperor LongShanks and Mizz Tano
    (you may move Vos as required, won't be back till Friday)

    EDIT:
    Great to be back, everybody.
  5. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    GM approved

    IC: Captain Kran Berman, Geonosis moon? caverns
    Location: ....under a Geonosis moon


    Kran Berman strode steadily downhill along one of the artificially-lit tunnels on the Geonosian moon.

    Until recently, the baleful orange world of canyons and arroyos had been a supremely defended factory world for the Separatist movement, an island of chaos and villainy within an interstellar sea of Imperial security.

    When CIS sabotage droids had been discovered on Tatootine, an attack by same was suspected, and Imperial forces moved to bolster the desert world. In a fortunate or unfortunate series of events, depending on your viewpoint, the planet had managed to install and raise a planetary defence shield, moments before the Separatist fleet arrived.

    Hot on the heels of the invaders, an Imperial task force from Lok, under the command of Commodore Jill Valentine arrived, to find themselves locked outside the shield, and sharing space with a numerically superior opponent.

    Commodore Valentine, correctly surmising that the CIS fleet were from Geonosis, took her few capital ships, and went off to attack the planet, deciding if the fleet were attacking Tatooine, then they could not be defending the latter.

    Correct.

    To a point.

    Though slightly less defended now, the world had still supremely defended, layers of Confederacy vessels inside the planet?s murky atmosphere, and weapons emplacements dotting the surface.

    Valentine fired off a distress call, then dove for the planet, essentially running the gauntlet of enemy ships, to reach something tasty.

    The Executor, Lord Vader himself, personally assigned Admiral Jon Thaw, and his Kamino Expeditionary Force go in and rescue their people, which Thaw proceeded to do so, the operation quickly turning into a titanic battle for the planet, in turn leading to the liberation of the enslaved Ugnaught race found toiling in the Separatist forges.

    Berman, and his own star destroyer, the Dominic Sena, had been part of all that, and was now in charge of securing and exploring the captured territory and its moons.

    Kran ducked through a dark archway, and emerged into an immense underground cavern, with an artificial bridge spanning the gap to the other side.

    There were about eleven Imperial service personnel waiting in a queue, as he walked up, apparently waiting on the convenience of a dome-headed astromech hovering at the upper left, while before it, unless he was mistaken, crewers were getting their picture taken.

    Captain Berman stopped to observe this, the pair of helmet-less AT-TE drivers currently in position, putting arms round one another?s waists, and giving grinning thumbs-ups.

    Doo-weet! The Artoo unit whistled a prompt.

    ?Cheese!?

    A flash went off at the base of the droid?s torso, and the men separated, making way for the next pair, and noticing him at the same time!
    ?Captain on the bridge!?

    Them; a corporal who was next in line, and had scooped up the woman with him; and the remaining nine crewers, all snapped to attention.

    ?Wait a moment,? One lone voice piped up, ?we?re not even on a ship.?

    ?But this is still a bridge.? Kran pointed out easily. ?At ease.?

    The soldiers and naval personnel relaxed visibly.

    ?So of all the places to get holographs taken of yourself, why here for drokk?s sake? Wasn?t there a COMPNOR memo saying avoid pictures in crappy looking places, as it would invalidate our ?Join the Navy, See the Universe? campaign??

    None of his officers were going to enforce any directives from the anally-retentive beings at the Commission for the Preservation of the New Order, and if future generations of scientists bothered to collect some of the refuse that star destroyers left behind before jumping to hyperspace, allowed it to warm up from absolute zero, and went through it with tweezers, they would discover the important secondary function that COMPNOR material had as backup fresher
  6. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 1, 2000
    star 6
    Managed to get my hands on the internet out here. :D

    General Kaicus Cor, Sixes, and Doc

    The Stinky Rancor Cantina - Vertical City, Nar Shaddaa

    Like all cantinas, this one was no different from the others except in one detail. It stank just like it's name implied. At least to Kaicus senses it stank. He could smell the sweat of several different species that could perspire, from humans to something that smelled like a wet dog and which he suspected was a Shistavanen wolfman. He could also detect a strong smell of cigarillos and burning essence, narcotics and burnt food somewhere in the back kitchen. There was also a faint scent of ozone from a blaster pistol having been fired earlier in the day, as well as the smell of copper, no doubt from a green blooded alien that had the misfortune of being shot.

    The former Jedi tried to extend those senses like he once had done many times before he lost his eyesight and the connection to the Force, remembering the dream he had telling him that he was still connected and only his fear was keeping him severed. But ever since the dream he had tried to reconnect and failed and did not understand why. Even now as he tried to call upon the Force, he sensed nothing other than what a normal human afflicted with blindness could detect.

    He sighed in frustration and heard Sixes shift next to him, his armor clinking together from the movement. "Everything alright, General?"

    "No, not really." He felt for the cold drink he heard set down on the table and gave Sixes a grateful smile when he felt it pushed into his hand. "I've been... trying to open up again with no success."

    "What caused you to close up in the first place? Maybe that's what's hindering you now?" Doc inquired after he sat down and passed the tray of food around. The General shook his head lightly and nursed his drink for a moment before replying to the two clones.

    "Their deaths. I... could feel them dying one by one, all violently and unexpectedly. I couldn't handle it, so I closed up to hide from it," he admitted ashamedly. "I've been trying, but I cannot for some reason. If I could, it would make listening in this cantina a lot easier as well as numerous other things."

    Sixes spoke up again with a mouthful, "Like what?"

    "Seeing," Cor simply said.

    "You can do that with you know what?" He heard the curiosity in Doc's voice as the man asked the question. Everything medical fascinated the clone and Kaicus was certain that if he could, he would spend his time dissecting cadavers all day long.

    "Per say, yes," he answered.

    "Fascinating," Doc commented. "When you do succeed, could you describe it to me what it is like for you?"

    The Jedi General chuckled in amusement. "Certainly."


    TAG: Sith-I-5

  7. pashatemur Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jun 21, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: This post was written with the kind aid of Corellian_Outrider who has let me move Rowan.





    IC: Se?Iva - Cha?ala Dominant - see character sheet in library thread
    LOCATION: aboard Valhalla crashed on Kaladan a planet in Union Space - hours before Rowan's rescue by Jori, Duchess Atreides



    The 'abandon ship' command had sounded, and then was announced over the comm system, rousing Se?Iva from her sleep before the chime at her door. With urgency, the ensign directed her to the escaping craft. ??by order of the ?C in C?. We have to go?NOW!? he yelled over the tremendous groaning of the ship. Something was horribly wrong and before she could ask the whereabouts of the ?Outrider,? the young human had hurried down the hall, checking every room.

    She moved towards the bridge against the stream of evacuees and found herself swept up in the charge, curling her still mending wings in as tightly against her back as possible, her long platinum hair snagged in the tumult.

    There was true deep fear, the raw salty scent of adrenaline, and perspiration and try as she may, the numbers fleeing to the hangar bays and life pods were to great to reverse direction. The shimmy and quake of the structure, the dizzy sense of moving in slow motion all indicated the ship was experiencing a malfunction of dire proportions. The fear was justified.

    Only by making her way to the wall, was Se?Iva able to escape the crush of the crowd and hold out in a small cabin till the corridor had nearly emptied. However, by the time she could find her way to a life pod, many systems aboard were beginning to shut down and emergency lights lit the corridors with an eerie red glow.

    The empty halls seemed to warp visually and her footing slipped as the decking groaned and heaved throwing her to the floor, hands outstretched to grasp the slick flooring, but unsuccessful, the luminous winged Cha?ala was sent careening down the length of the Valhalla?s interior and central corridor.

    The noise of the ship encountering physical resistance increase to a deafening sound and now she was racing down this corridor on her belly, long legs and arms flailing for a hold to stop her ?fall?, for there was now a definite gravitational force acting upon the now ?damper-less? ship.

    Her heart beat rapidly as Se?Iva realized that the ship was being pulled apart and these might likely be her last conscious thoughts.

    ?Rowan!? she whispered.

    Crying out in pain, she hit a buttress with her thigh and then was thrown to what had been the ceiling and now to the wall, breaking a tip of her left major wing spine.

    On the lowest deck, she was now near the sub hangar and nearly found herself crashing through the open bay doors to fall into a pile of craft and heavy equipment that had torn free of moorings to fall to the far wall. 3 small submersibles hung perilously on there bent posts, swaying wildly like Se?Iva who hung clutching the pneumatic door sill, hands slipping on the yellowish residue of lubricant.

    A thundering lurch to port and suddenly water began pour into the bay around the skewed openings, seals buckling, the opening around which they were supposed to function against the atmosphere or lack there of no longer possessing structural integrity.

    Above the spray and fall of water, the groaning of the ship, a small mewing could be heard, but the jolt loosed her tenuous grip and the Cha?ala fell with a hard splash to the metal scattered pools of water and sludge bubbling up from below. The jolt also loosed one of the submersible above and hearing the squeal of metal on metal Se?Iva?s eyes rose from the water to the watch horrified as one submarine tilted and slid precipitously and inevitable to the end of it?s mooring.

    She had no choice but to dive into the murky water and seek safety in the tangled piles of craft below the water. The water exploded into bubbles and flame above, her ears thrumming as the submarine exploded and the scrap shifted as the Valhalla lurche
  8. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Admiral Teshik(1), Dak Trooper(2), Rating Dinah and Captain Iillor(3), ?Orbi?al? Golan II Planetary Defence HQ; base of the HNN Skyhook unipod; the Huntress Interdictor;
    Locations:Coruscant orbit and planetside.

    The uniformed officer assigned to oversee the traffic coming into Coruscant?s security zone glared at his aides.
    ?I want to those two pilots that thought it would be good sport to buzz the Wolatarian diplomatic vessel. Just because someone attacks the Senate, doesn?t mean that invalidates diplomatic idents in general!? Admiral Teshik raged, or at least gave the impression he was raging.

    Too much happened every day over the Capitol world, to be worth losing your rag over every incident.
    Besides, he would rather it happened to the ambassadors of some backwater world, than say that Banking Clan corvette that had come down around the same time.

    An aide spoke up after checking something on his hand-held datapad. ?Admiral, those two TIEs were from the Onslaught Fleet?s Wraithis VicStar. Grand Admiral Carthaginian might protest your disciplining men under his command.?

    Teshik waved dismissively at the man. There were too many powerful figures here in the wake of the Emperor?s reported death. You did not know what slight might balloon into a power play.

    ?Admiral?? A second aide, bearing captain?s bars, spoke up, then waited his attentions.

    ?Yes?? Teshik raised his eyebrows at the young administrative officer.

    ?Sir. Huntress is requesting information on the craft believed to have attacked the Senate and the Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction Centre.?

    ?Oh yes? Have the police, Security or Intelligence agencies issued an S-notice to keep that information silent??

    The captain glanced down at his ?pad, and shook his head negative. ?No, Admiral.?

    ?Fine. Tell Huntress. Advise them too, to liaise with the Admiral Thrawn if they want to join the hunt.?

    The man nodded his compliance. ?Admiral.?

    Tag: Ensign Calysta Shale, Captain Stan Switek (TIE pilots)


    Base of the HNN Skyhook

    The doughnut(jam)-shaped former headquarters of the Holo Network News organisation, did not float in orbit like a regular spaceship, but was tethered by an apparently thin cable connecting it with the planet below.

    Up close, the cable had room within it for four several-person elevator cabins that would take passengers from a collection of isolated buildings inside a linked-metal cyclone fence, at the outskirts of the Municipal Police? jurisdiction of Galactic City.

    One lone human guard, and the Anameen on the other shift, watched over the buildings, the pulley room (or whatever), and the collection of vehicles abandoned at the place the previous day.

    The guard looked up from his breakfast, and hitched up his equipment belt round his waist as he stepped out into the nippy morning air, watching the lone figure in black, walking across the dark soil towards the parked landspeeders.

    ?This is private property,? He called down the steps to the approaching figure in black coveralls. ?Can I help you, Sir??

    The visitor kept on coming, his face unseen behind an ominous-looking TIE pilot?s skid-lid. ?I was here yesterday. Dak Trooper, bounty-hunter. I had police authority to take one of your cars up to the skyhook? Come back for my speeder.?

    Slewed close to his speeder, a pair of GCPD vehicles still threw green light from their revolving lightbars over the sides of the custard yellow buildings.

    Dak put a hand on his near-side door, as if contemplating whether to open it, or jump into the open-topped speeder. He was glad it had not rained during the night.
    Looking up at the guard, still at the top of the building?s entrance steps, he asked, ?If a hoojib comes through here, tell him I took the speeder home.?

    ?Hoojib.? The guard repeated slowly. ?And you live with it, do you??

    ?Yes, a hoojib. He?s showing me the ropes.? Dak took a far-from-last look at the flexible cylinder coming out of the base station?s roof, and disapp/>
  9. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Gor Dura (Trandoshan nrc), Medtech Yavscout, Commander Bobba Stark, ARC-170 starfighter/bomber, Royal Theed N-1 starfighter, the Extreme Ways / Bank of L.A. Nebulon-B escort frigate.
    Locations: Rodia, Rodia and Geonosis orbit.


    Rodia Spaceport, East End

    The trandoshan was happy that he had lost the skinny fellow. That being was not the target of his bounty hunt, so the Trando? was happy to leave him alone.

    He also did not know if he was a hunter from one of the other Houses, so it would be bad form to ice the little pointy-eared fragger, anyway, even though the other had popped several shots his way.

    Giving his surroundings within the spaceport thoroughfares a three-eighty peruse for sign of trouble, Gor ducked into the open-topped ferrocrete dome that housed his personal ship for this assignment, a barely modified ARC-170 from the Clone Wars. Barely seven years old, it was a hardy little thing, and more than a few of his earned credits went on the craft.

    Stepping down into the shallow pit that captured and directed the craft?s repulsors, Gor ran a loving claw over the tapired white and burgundy fuselage, popped the most-forward of the three canopies, and climbed inside, pulling the magazine from his ACP repeater carbine, and stowing it beside his bucket seat, barrel pointing upwards.

    In moments, he had clearance from Rodia Traffic Control, and was racing out of the swamp planet?s atmosphere, checking on the galactic database, what it knew about the planet Blenjeel.

    It had been declared a dangerous world, during the waning days of the Galactic Republic, which only made the Trandoshan smile, tongue licking over sharp teeth.

    He plotted a course, and jumped to lightspeed.

    * * * *

    Rodia Spaceport, West End

    The elf was happy to finally know where this locator beacon had settled. At worst, he had a standard day, assuming the owner of the thing had made planetfall to bed down for the night.

    At best, the jedi was planning to go to ground on the planet, which would give Yav? a chance to catch up with him.

    He too, checked his surroundings before ducking into his own docking pit, at the other end of the spaceport from the Trando?, though he did not know that.
    Yav had had more opportunity to rile patrons with his questions, before the shootout at the Luna over Agua, which had been the fourth establishment he had tried.
    Thank Tunare that the beacon had settled somewhere, though he could easily think of places more preferable to Nar Shaddaa, of all places.

    He almost shuddered at the thought, climbing into the N-1?s bright yellow cockpit. As an afterthought, he climbed out again, and did a thorough check of the outside hull, apertures, vents, looked in the cargo compartment.

    Though it was easily the most practical craft that he could get hold off, applying Camo (invisibility), and Speed of Wolf (faster running) to himself, penetrating the Naboo royal palace, the royal hangars, sprinting across the deck and deliberately dropping to the famously slick hangar deck to slide under his fighter (he was a reservist fighter pilot, which helped) to ballistically fire a restraining bolt up between the astromech?s legs, which had miffed it off, no end.

    ?I don?t ******** think so!? It had protested via the little translator screen later, when he was inside and seated, and tried to reassure that that had hurt him more than it. ?I?ll be gliding funny for weeks!?

    Cargo compartment was still full of the worldly goods that he could carry. He had no plans to go back there while Queen Sabe Amidala II was still in power.
    He felt he had seen her true nature when she had outed a jedi to Imperial forces, over the public comm-channel.

    He shook his head at the memory. You, you just don?t do that!

    Something tapped meaningfully on the back of his skull, and the elf froze.

    ?Hi, Yav?. We?d like our property back.?

    He recognised that voice! ?Bravo Five?!? What on Oseon was she doin
  10. Ominous Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 30, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: I was on vacation...sort of...but back. I will tag up soon, sorry for the delay.

    We now return you to the arts.

    Ominous
  11. Ominous Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 30, 2004
    star 4
    IC: General Torian
    Location: Yavin IV, mess hall

    Just as he was about to speak to the soldiers around him, his comm. link buzzed on his hip. He relaxed his posture further and unclipped the small communicator. ?Yes? What is it?? His voice was slightly stressed.

    ?Sir, you are needed in C&C. There is an urgent matter underway.?

    ?Roger that, I will be there shortly.? He placed the stubby mike back on his belt. Looking up at the faces of his soldiers. ?I will address your men later. This is not over.? He saluted the table and walked away before they could return the acknowledgment. He walked back to his table where Emi-to and Achilles stood waiting. ?I have to go. C&C needs me ASAP.? He nodded to his wife, wanting to kiss her goodbye but not in front of the men and other personnel. His large hand found his boy?s head and tussled his hair into a bird?s nest. ?I see you soon again, but for now get back to your training.? Achilles crisply saluted his dad like the other soldiers and the father returned the response.

    Walking across the tarmac with the smell of fuel and exhaust, the humidity hung thick in the air. Such was jungle living. Water was in constant demand to replace the perspiration from working outside in the jungles and hangars. With large, purpose-driven steps, the General of the Alliance was at Command and Control. Most of the personnel inside stood and acknowledged their superior except for those busy at their stations. He walked over to the operator at one of the stations, ?What is it??
    ?Well General, the other commanding officers, including MonMothma have been sent for as well. Intelligence is reporting that a large explosion has occurred inside the Senate building on Coruscant.? He pressed a few other blinking buttons on his console. ?The yeoman has everything ready for you in the meeting room.?
    ?Thank you lieutenant; I will be waiting for the others in conference room.?

    He patted the man on the shoulder and walked away. The conference room elevator was only a short distance away, but the actual room was three floors below the C&C. It was a massive underground structure capable of withstanding bombardment from space until all personnel could be evacuated. The yeoman was busy setting the datapads on the table for each person when Torian appeared from the outside hallway. The guards stood at attention as he came into view. The large, onyx table was surrounded by plush chairs. It was quite out of place for a rag-tag group of freedom fighters. Torian sat in one of the chairs and pushed it back to recline. Staring up into the rock ceiling, he sighed loudly and rubbed his hands in his face. He was tired or waiting around as well for action.
    TAG: MonMothma, Capt. Biggs and Admiral Ackbar

    OOC: Tarkin coming soon

  12. Jerjerrod-Lennox Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2005
    star 7
    IC: Ensign Kim Charios (NPC), Lieutenants Aruth Haji and Carlos Casrah (NPC?s)
    Location: InterSD Huntress, VenSD Roadblock, Coruscant orbit

    The young Kuati hadn?t been given a verbal answer to his question about the lockdown, but he had been given a datapad to look at.

    He wished he hadn?t.

    The Ensign could not tear himself from the holonews footage, the carnage, the destruction, the pure vision of death that was staring right at him from the screen. He had seen death before, but nothing like this, on such a major scale.

    The Senate was now in ruins, the terrorists responsible had not yet been found, but if they ever were, Charios wished them a quick and painful death for all the Imperial lives they had harmed. Buildings around the attack now looked like skeletons, glass shattered, exoskeletons now sticking out weirdly all over the place.

    Charios was speechless, he wanted to inform his superiors immediately but as Captain Illior quietly excused herself and moved away, something caught his eye.

    Images came up as if transmitted by a holocube, not the best of things for images but they did their job nonetheless. The images were clear to him, but from where he was standing it was difficult to make out exact shapes.

    The footage came from a Venator class Star Destroyer, a stalwart in the Imperial fleet although these were being replaced by the new Imperial class vessels when Venators were being destroyed, or so the rumour went. As the footage went on he saw the familiar spire of the EmpPal Surgical Reconstruction Centre being destroyed, but it seemed as though this vessel was not responsible for the Senate disaster. Well not from the footage anyway.

    The vessel responsible looked like an outdated Republic cruiser, the familiar crimson colours of the old Republic clearly visible. With his excellent memory, Charios would be able to recall that ship when speaking to Captain Ivanov about this.

    He saw the female Captain talk to an enlisted rating next to her, he couldn?t hear the conversation as it was conducted in hushed tones, but he would make sure to report everything back to Captain Ivanov as this was important.

    The Kuati switched his comlink on and set the frequency to Doctor Ashri?s comlink.

    ?Hello?? came a sleepy voice over the comlink.

    ?Doctor, this is Kim Charios, I?m sorry to wake you, but I need you to start prepping the Major Injury cases for transfer down to the surface. We need to get off this ship as soon as possible?

    ?I?m on my way? said the doctor ?By the tone of your voice, I knew this sounded urgent. I?ll get them on their way as soon as possible; will meet you at the shuttle bay when you?re ready?

    ?Confirmed, see you then?, Charios said and switched the comlink frequency over to Captain Ivanov?s comlink. Charios looked over at Iliior as she was still speaking to the enlisted rating.

    Got you?.


    On Roadblock

    ?Roger that? confirmed Casrah at receiving the new orders ?Vectis AllStar?s going to standby, awaiting further instructions, out?

    Haji looked up from his terminal ?That sounds promising Casrah, what news??

    ?Not promising when you look at this Haji? Casrah said sending the instructions over to Haji?s terminal. ?Transmit that to all the other?s in the group. Have Empire?s Will and Peace Keeper move into the middle of the formation to enable them to be protected should things turn nasty. Helm; place us in closest, with Unstoppable. Advise Captain Arazov he is to move beside Captain?s Madison and Bahari on the outside of the formation?

    ?Would you also like tea and biscuits with that as well sir?? Haji said with a smirk.

    ?You wish? said Casrah chuckling.

    The comm. officer raised his hand for attention ?Message coming through from Captain Ivanov?

    ?Put it on the group wide channel? said Haji, ?This I feel we should all hear. Go ahead Captain?

    ?Indeed I bring news from Ensign Charios? said Ivanov without preamble ?The reason for the lockdown was that the Senate has been destroyed by terrorists, a missile apparently hit the Senate, destruction total. The E
  13. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Master Yoda, Fenlaka Zula, the Darth Unlucky Republic cruiser
    Location: Pantolomin

    Aboard the burgundy-red Consular-class space cruiser, only one of the forward cabin?s seats was occupied, the diminutive, elfin-eared Jedi Grandmaster, unable to reach the controls of the 135-metre starship, but having to do the best he could with the Force, using his mastery of the energy field inside, to do just that, and outside the vessel to find the other vessel.

    All this was Mitch Nifesta?s plan, the prize being the safe rendezvous with the their teenage female padawan, Irisa, who on Master Yoda?s orders, had appropriated the Firespray back at Coruscant, and flown it out through the gathered Imperial fleet to come here.

    For the life of him, Yoda could not remember what the point of that had been, though he guessed it might have been an attempt to maximise their escape chances.

    Mitch, a Force-Sensetive near-immortal twi?lek, had ceased to emote, and was unconscious or comatose, or something on one of the ?Unlucky?s lower decks, where he was supposed to have been working on the vessel?s cloak or shields or something, all the while, an Imperial Venator had managed to pursue them from Coruscant.

    Yoda looked over the panel of readout lights and indicators, interpreting that their cloak was up and running. That at least, was a small mercy.

    He detached his comlink from his belt, and called up the boy: ?Fen?? Your father, how is he??

    * * * *

    On entering the engineering section, you would think the first thing to grab your attention, would be the intricate blocks of electronics and engineering, that were the hyperdrive, the shield generator, or the cloak generator, but based on colours, the twelve-year-old purple twi?lek in a white SGIS-logo?d short-sleeved top, and yellow shorts, kneeling anxiously beside a stretched out, pale white, tan-robed, adult twi?lek laying flat on his back on the cold deck.

    An open Secret Galactic Intelligence Service datapad sat on the deck, not far from the patient?s head, so that Fenlaka, the boy, knew that his adopted parent had been speaking to, or planning to speak to someone.
    There were a few delicate hand tools scattered about too, for working on the cloak generator, under which Agent Nifesta had been lying.

    Fen? looked once again at Mitch?s closed eyes, and noted gratefully that the grown-up still appeared to be breathing, even if it was quite shallow. He had closed the eyes himself, reaching to lightly move the pale eyelids over the blank pure red glare that the agent had been giving the apparatus above.

    The child had already lost two masters to Order 66 and the Jedi Purge, including the Cerean Ki-Adi Mundi; and barely two weeks before, had been a lonely, depressed and bereaved youngster, living amongst the Jedi Enclave on Dagobah.

    Then Mitch had turned up, a kind-hearted Force Vampire with a penchant for eating jedi and sith with equal abandon, who Yoda knew from their pre-Clone Wars days.

    The wily teacher had recognised that his friend had the potential to be a powerful ally to either the Light or Dark Sides of the Force, and had tried a bold, spur of the moment experiment, by permitting Mitch to adopt the lonely padawan.
    This would serve to manoeuvre the self-styled ?God of Cops? from thinking of the jedi as hors dourves, to thinking of them as respected warriors and teachers.
    At the same time, it was Fen?s job to emotionally support the older twi?lek, and sometimes provide guidance.

    In two weeks, the two had been involved in an anti-slaving operation on Kashyyyk, helping to rescue the Alliance to Restore the Republic?s General Torian Darkeyes from Bothawui; and involvement with an ARR/Jedi ?hearts and minds? rescue operation on Ryloth.

    ?Fen. Conscious, is he?? Yoda?s voice once again emitted from the boy?s childishly pink-banded chronometer, gutted and customised as a fully functional SGIS wrist-communicator, complete with 200km-range distress beacon.

    ?Sorry, Master. Dad is still unco
  14. ArgenPalos Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 23, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Mon Mothma, Admiral Ackbar, Biggs Darklighter, General Yueh (NRC)
    Location: Rebel Base, Great Temple, Yavin IV

    Mon shivered as the three entered the enormous pyramid-like structure: ?It gets quite drafty in here, doesn?t it,? she asserted to her two male companions who nodded in agreement though they seemed less affected by the chill.

    ?Many of the men say these Sith structures are haunted,? Biggs added with a sly grin, eager to change the tone of the dour topic they had shared prior to their entrance into the ancient temple. ?Many men claim they have heard and seen strange things in the watches of the night?,? he trailed off mischievously while attempting to give off an ominous tone.

    ?Balderdash,? the elder Mon Cal statesman harrumphed as the three continued their march toward the underground bunker that housed many of the most important facilities of the entire rebel base. ?Even if ghosts do exist, which they do not, I very seriously doubt that even the Sith, irascible as they were, would choose to live out their existences in such a gloomy and humid locale,? he continued gravely.

    Biggs rolled his eyes at the inability of the Admiral to detect the near-obvious tone of levity that he had been attempting to inject into his comments.

    ?Oh Admiral, I believe the young Captain is pulling our legs,? Mon interjected with slight giggle, finding the reaction of the Mon Cal humorous. A heady chuckle by Biggs joined in and not wanting to seem too austere, the Admiral joined in a with a forced laugh of his own.

    This chorus of amusement was broken sharply as they rounded a final corner and came upon the solemn figure of General Yueh. Angular features and almost a dark feathery mane of hair lent the middle-aged man an almost bird-like countenance.

    ?Ah, I see more have arrived to discuss the potential actions we are honor bound to take after hearing the news from Coruscant,? he stated grimly. As one of the members of the Alliance High Council, he too had been called for the rather impromptu meeting.

    Yueh, along with the recently departed Garm Bel Iblis, was considered one of the more hawkish members of the Council.

    ?We must take immediate action now that the Empire is on their heels, regardless of who perpetrated the act,? he asserted stony-faced.

    If anyone looks the part of a Sith, it is he, Mon thought to herself, almost genuinely frightened by the sudden apparition of the general.

    ?There will be time for discussion soon,? Admiral Ackbar affirmed strongly, barely making a full stop for the General as he proceeded forward down a final narrow stairwell that led downward.

    The Senator from the Chandrila and the Captain from Tatooine, glad to not be inconvenienced by what was sure be the General?s shrill demands for maximum action (for at least a few minutes) happily followed the Mon Cal down.

    General Yueh, already anxious for a discussion, grimaced and nodded and trailed behind the three toward the large meeting room. Now silent, the line of personages moved assuredly down the stairs (forgetting there was a handy elevator that would have taken them down) and down a short hallway and coming toward massive double doors with a sentry standing at attention. At the salute, the doors swooshed opened quickly despite their heft and the four walked in.

    ?Ah, General Torian, glad to see you?re already here,? Admiral Ackbar chimed in pleasantly with a salute to the Supreme Commander of the Alliance.

    ?Good day, General,? Mon added with a graceful smile and slow nod of the head. ?I hope Master Shuri will be joining us as well,? she avowed, referring to the fact that the Master Jedi was a recently inducted member of the High Council as the lead Jedi for the splinter group that now resided with the rebels on Yavin IV.

    ?Good to see your not sleeping in, old man,? Biggs stated with a reverent salute and then craning his neck around as he looked around the room to see if Matrix had arrived yet.

    General Yueh, annoyed at the too jovial and irreverential tone of the young Captain?s tone,
  15. Ominous Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 30, 2004
    star 4
    IC: General Torian
    Location: Conference room deep within the Sith Temple, on Yavin IV


    ?Ah, General Torian, glad to see you?re already here,? Admiral Ackbar chimed in pleasantly with a salute to the Supreme Commander of the Alliance.

    Torian stood from his chair, returned the salute to what was possibly the greatest naval strategist in the Galaxy. ?Good to see you here as well Admiral.?

    ?Good day, General,? Mon added with a graceful smile and slow nod of the head. ?I hope Master Shuri will be joining us as well,? she avowed, referring to the fact that the Master Jedi was a recently inducted member of the High Council as the lead Jedi for the splinter group that now resided with the rebels on Yavin IV.

    Torian smiled at the petite Senator, wishing she were on Coruscant to give them more information on this new event. ?She will be here shortly. She is returning the younglings to the Jedi camp.

    I am sure she can sense the gravity of the situation, now that I know what has happened.? A Jedi would be good council right about now. General Yueh needed to have his nerves and itchy trigger finger calmed down.

    ?Good to see your not sleeping in, old man,? Biggs stated with a reverent salute and then craning his neck around as he looked around the room to see if Matrix had arrived yet.

    Biggs, always the jovial one, regardless of the ominous setting that surrounded the Alliance, was as cheery as ever. The man would probably crack a joke with his back up against a wall and hundreds of Imperials closing in on him with hot blasters. ?I?ll sleep when I?m dead Captain.? He smiled back at the young captain. ?Matrix is not here. He is probably on some training evolution in the jungle.?

    General Yueh, annoyed at the too jovial and irreverential tone of the young Captain?s tone, cleared his throat and pushed his way forward and gave a sharp salute to General Darkeyes.

    ?Ah General, there is an urgent course of action afoot, that we must take,? he said with seriousness.
    Torian held up his hands, ?Yes, I am fully briefed General. But if you mean going into the lion?s den without enough intel to take over as ?urgent? you are going to be disappointed.?

    He walked around the onyx table and continued, ?There was a missile attack on the Senate building. Intel states it occurred at the northeast quadrant.? He stopped behind Biggs, ?Many Imperials are dead or injured, which I don?t mind in the least. The more dead Imperials there are, the better, as far as I?m concerned.? General
    Yueh smiled at that comment at least.

    He walked around the table to position himself face to face with MonMothma. ?I know there are no Alliance ships in the area, so we cannot be blamed, but I?m sure someone will try to pin this on us. What I need to know is what Bail Organa is doing and thinking.? His dark eyes looked directly into the Senator?s. Organa was their inside source for information on the state of the Empire.

    ?If anyone has anything else they would like to share, by all means.? He gestured to the group gathered and sat back down.

    TAG: Group within the room, Emi-to
  16. Ominous Force Ghost

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


    Tarkin found himself herded together with the other officers of the Imperial military on the landing pads of the government towers. His hand immediately went to his chin, deep in thought. Vader would need to be isolated from military affairs. The boy had become soft since his marriage to Celeste and the birth of his daughter. Gone were the hard lines that surrounded the face of the once powerful Jedi.

    Metaphorically speaking, Vader was an injured animal at the bank of the river, waiting to be devoured by a hungry, stealth-like predator in the water. The weak shall not survive, only the strong, such as it was in nature, so shall it be in the Empire. He had not worked this hard to gain his status within the Empire to see it crumble before him by this adolescent-like man, Vader.

    With his personal guards around him, Tarkin had them push their way through the crowds and back to his quarters near the Senate.
    He would need to start building a coalition to challenge the self-appointed Emperor.

    TAG: Anyone who opposes Anakin Skywalker
  17. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Medtech Yavscout, Rodia Spaceport
    Location: Rodia


    The SGIS elf split his attentions between the dark circular barrel of Bravo Five?s S5 blaster pistol, and her terse face beyond it, though to be fair, the business end of her pistol, was winning.

    He felt his own pistol being wrestled from the holster latched to his left thigh, and knew who was behind him ? Five?s usual wingman, Pax.

    Yav could have kicked himself. He had the perfect Cold-based Area Effect offensive spell, Cascade of Hail that would have incapitated these two quite nicely, and probably before she could get a shot off, but he did not have it memmed and ready to go.
    He would have to kick himself later.

    ?Hi, Pax. Safe trip? he greeted in a friendly tone, then felt a harsh push between the shoulder-blades from the curly-haired youth, accompanied by a surprised squeal of pain from same.

    Yav lunged for Five?s blaster, shoving Ellberger arms upwards, what a time to remember the old slitch?s name, feeling the heat on his forehead as a green bolt flashed over his head, splashing high above against the underside of the environmental shield dome.

    He gritted his teeth as his former mentor kicked him hard in the right shin, he reciprocated ? frag fighting fair ? and pivoted on his left foot, stepped in with his right, and tried to duck forwards while still holding onto her. Major Hip Throw.

    The woman shrieked in surprise as she flew over his back, legs scissoring the air momentarily, to crash unconscious at his feet.

    The elf held onto her wrist, not to help break her fall, as was the custom in Meridean Jitsu, but to turn her blaster on Pax, pressing the trigger for her, the expected blaster bolt folding the wingman over as it crashed into his gut. He started to fall sideways.

    ?No.? The whine was almost guttural, as the former Surefall Paramedic dropped the Ellbeerger?s hand and sprang after his friend, grabbing him, and lowering him to the pit floor.

    At this turn of events, the astromech was whistling wildly from the back of the yellow starfighter.

    ?They?ll be okay; well, she will anyway.? The elf assured his little companion without rancour, for he knew it must have been how his former associates had tracked him here, ?I?ll do what I can for Pax, but go ahead and call Port Emergency.?

    Unconscious now, Pax was still holding onto his own hand, pierced as it was by dozens of fine barbs, which Yavscout recognised as being from his own Skin shield, a mostly useless that was only handy in that if someone laid hands on him, they took some damage, just like if you attempted to pick up a hedgehog without gloves.

    He had only cast it upon himself to deter pickpockets, not expecting it to help save his life.

    Yav lowered Pax to the floor, and unzipped the other?s jacket, which, he remembered, ought to be blast resistance, although there was a charred hole in it, and he could smell the burned fabric.

    He lifted the other?s shirt, and examined the blackened crater in the man?s torso; it looked so big.

    The astrodroid emitted a five-tonal warning, which he took to mean that responders were on the way.

    The Medtech nodded without saying anything, putting an open palm over the wound, and casting Light Healing, a cooling shower of bright blue moving from his hand to the injury, the flesh softening and lightening from the black, before his eyes.

    He fired in another hit, the flesh re-knitting, then he looked up at a sensed presence to see the two white photoreceptors of a compact IM-6 medical droid meeting his gaze, before descending to look at the stricken pilot.

    ?Blas-? He almost blurted the nature of the injury, but stopped himself in time! ?You can take over.? he told it, then pointed back towards Ellberger. ?She should be okay; probably just winded. Hold on a sec? while I move them to the side.[/col
  18. Jerjerrod-Lennox Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2005
    star 7
    OOC: This is a continuation of a joint post by myself and Corellian_Outrider, a pleasure my friend.:)

    ~IC~ Feye Solkrest and Rowan Halcyon

    A long long time ago...

    Location:
    An ancient world far from 'civilised' space

    It took me a moment to realise that I had been holding my breath. "Your cousin..." My voice sounding low. "I guess this... changes things." Pausing for a few seconds, I notice her expression and gave her a reassuring smile.

    I nearly almost laughed, which is definitely not what a royal ruler should do when discussing serious news, but I gave him a smile back anyway. "It does indeed Rowan, it does indeed. I only found this out before I came to find you, I had to make sure that all my family was not dead otherwise there would be nobody to continue on the family tradition of ruling Corellia"

    "It is great to know that you are not alone. That you have family left..." My words speak true for myself too, to find out that there is someone after all. "We do have a lot to catch up on." Looking down to the small table, I find myself sitting up more straight as I try to slow down the multiple thoughts racing in my mind. "Though to find a place to begin... I haven't a clue."

    I placed my hands in my lap and stared straight at him a serious look now on my face "You can start at why you chose to disappear on me without even saying goodbye"

    Nodding slowly taking a deep breath, "I... I had conflicting emotions... between what I have to do, what I need to do and what I wanted to do. I wanted to remain though I believed at the time that I had outstayed my welcome. Its an old habit of mine to try not to stay in the same place for long. I've... well" Blinking, I lower my gaze. "In the past, my presence had endangered the lives of those I cared about."

    My thumb stroke the band on my finger. "This world we are on... is my father's homeworld. They have had very little outside interference until hunters from beyond this world caught my scent and upset the delicate balance. They used greed to start a conflict and used someone close to me as bait. I... had failed to save them in time and this country is suffering because of that. I believed it to be part of my duty to bring an end to this."

    I could somehow feel his pain, and I could tell he was telling the truth. Who wouldn't deny that he had done the right thing, however knowing that he had run off whilst not saying goodbye had hurt me quite a bit especially am member of family.

    "You could have at least stayed until the end" I replied, my voice even and steady had to be calm now "but I understand your predicament. But we are family now, and I want to help you in any way I can. I don't want to pressure you into coming back but it would be very helpful"

    Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I smiled at Feye's kind words. It means a lot to my heart. "Thank you... it helps knowing."

    "Besides" I replied, "If there's any trouble brewing here I can always help you out in my own way" I replied, patting the inside of my robes. I had secreted there my sword, which I had trained with since a teenager by my father's instructors. I knew how to handle weapons and I knew how to use them.

    The mention of trouble jolted my memory. An enemy column are rumoured to be passing through the area and we still have received no word from our scouts. "We will know in a few hours if there be trouble."

    Sitting back, my eyes took in her form to gauge if she is physically prepared to handle what we are up against. I know her spirit is true. "How comfortable are you in a combat situation with just a blade?"

    [
  19. TheAdmiral Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 28, 2004
    star 4
    GM approved.

    [image=http://i528.photobucket.com/albums/dd326/Corellian_Outrider/Jori.jpg]

    The picture is still a work in progress, I want to thank Corellian_Outrider for making the portrait of Jori.

    Name: duchess Jori Atreides
    --Age: 27
    ---Gender: Female
    ----Species: Human
    -----Eye Color: Blue
    ------Hair Color and Style: Blond
    -------Skin Complexion: Caucasian
    --------Clothing: Has a very large wardrobe of different clothes
    ---------Physique: Medium height, beautiful and slender body
    ----------Personality: possessive, arrogant, intelligent, sometimes hypocritical, passionate, calculating
    -----------Quirks: trying to achieve her goals with any means necessary; has a strange illness
    ------------Force Sensitive: No

    Personal Ship: she can commandeer every ship in the Union?s navy

    Biography
    -Brief History: Born in the noble ruling house of the Union of the Great Houses, Jori was a special child not only to her family but to the rest of the Union. She bore the genes of every other house as part of a several century old project to create the perfect leader. So her childhood was designed so that the young Jori be prepared for the time when she will have to rule over the Union. During these years she befriended an outsider girl ? Dennii Sunwalker. A Jedi Padawan who came with the Lightbringer, another Jedi who was Jori?s father best friend. Also at that time another girl was presented to her ? Alia. She was the daughter of one of the handmaidens of the duchess Atreides-Corrino. The three formed a tight bond throughout the years until Alia was found to have the required abilities to become a Bene Gesserit. Since then Jori believed her friend betrayed her by going to become one of the witches. Soon after Alia and Dennii left Kaladan, her mother was killed in one of the numerous attempts on the lives of the ruling family. It was a bitter lesson on the harsh realities of the Union. Several years passed until the Bene Gesserit wanted that Jori to come on Wallach for further study from their behalf. There she had to endure a painful procedure that triggered something in her. Something sinister in her subconscious there was something in her genetic memories. Soon afterwards the whispers came, whispers that identified themselves as the three ancient kings ? Omnius, Khaine and Sigmar. There was only one positive outcome from the procedures ? elongated life. Afterwards the young girl started exhibiting some strange quirks. She seemed to become more and more coldhearted and cruel with her peers. For a time her father managed to contain her, though he was unsure about her activities, as she seemed to disappear quite often. At that point he believed that his daughter was occupied with her boyfriend ? Erast Fandorin. Jori protected her secrets quite skillfully.

    Years had passed; the rest of the Galaxy was in turmoil due to the on-going Clone Wars. She Jori heard little of her friend ? Dennii as the young Jedi Padawan was sent across the stars on diplomatic missions with her Master. But war came home and during the third year of the conflict the Confederacy invaded the Union. During the battle for Kaladan Jori was reunited with Dennii as the Jedi was trying to protect her and her father from General Grievous. It was then when the Lightbringer was presumed to have died during a duel with the cyborg General. When the situation seemed hopeless reinforcements arrived and the CIS invasion was stopped. Afterwards the Union renewed its isolationist policy for some time until Jori?s father decided to find a husband for his daughter. Leto III was a ruler who supported the idea for opening the Union for the outsiders so he and Jori traveled to Ursa system to consult with Lord Vader about a potential candidate. Unfortunately for them the visit did not give the results expected and they had to go back to the Union. Upon their arrival on Kaladan, Leto?s good friend the Lightbringer awoke from his state of coma that he had fallen into from the duel with General Grievous. Some time passed afterwards and it is not clear what Jori?s activities were during
  20. Ominous Force Ghost

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


    Communication throughout the city had been spotty at best since the explosion at the Senate building. Tarkin continued to look around at the other officers, watching for a familiar face. The military of the Empire was vast, making it almost impossible to spot an acquaintance in the crowd. A vibration emanated from his hip, something that did not happen often.

    Grabbing the communicator in his thin hand, ?Yes?

    ?Governor Tarkin! Com-call for you, Sir. Admiral Ozzel.?

    "Allow me to find a more secure location here on the platform and get back to you.

    Tarkin and his security detail walked away from the crowd of other officers. When they were out of earshot from any listening ears, he clicked his commlink.

    "Patch him through."

    TAG: Admiral Ozzel
  21. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

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    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Pashatemur advises that she is dealing with a death in the immediate family, but that she will be back shortly, and she thanks everyone for their patience and condolences.
  22. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Commander Bobby Stark(npc), Nebulon-B escort frigate, Bank of L.A..
    Location: Moonus Mandel

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    While his ship orbited the Veknoid homeworld of Moonus Mandel, Imperial commander Stark paced his bridge with anticipation, and finally his patience was rewarded, as a crewman, piped up from one of the bridge stations.

    "Captain, I have amended the telesponder according to your instructions."

    Stark could not have been described as a lean, mean, fighting machine; at least not all three at once. 'Lean', at least, was out.

    His chubby face puffed like a greedy squirrel's as he smiled at the successful slicer. "With?"

    "Bank of L.A., sir."

    "Great." Stark rubbed his hands together. He had tried going through the proper channels, waiting weeks for that long-range comm appointment with the Bureau of Starship Registry at the Trachta Tower back at Imperial Centre, and then they had gotten themselves evacuated!

    Probably a bit of bread left in a toaster; and it would take weeks to re-arrange a holo-meet.

    Well drokk it, until the Admiralty told him to change it, it was his frigate, and she was running with Bank of L.A. if he said so.

    Good work, son." He grinned, easily out-shining the rating's smile. "That is worth a field commission on this man's ship. Congratulations, Ensign."

    "Thank you, Sir!" The crewman was positively delighted, he could see that!

    "Go see the quartermaster for your new uniform, and rank plaque."

    Watching the new midshipman exit the rear of the bridge, Stark rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the upcoming mission. If he succeeded in capturing this jedi, the favour it would gain him, would go far to letting him keep the ship's new name.

    "Sir? Our shuttle has returned from the surface."

    The commander's grin only got wider. That would be his 'specialist'. Now he was ready for the mission ahead.

    "Excellent. Prepare to jump to hyperspace. We are going to Hutt Space."

    "Sir, yes sir."

    "I want Flight Officer Ramirez, and our guest, up here now."

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

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    Member Since:
    Mar 9, 2002
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    ~OOC~ Just a small note to say I am still working on posts. DRL has complicate things and delayed my progress. I hope to have some ready before the end of the week.

    Thank you for your patience.
  24. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    OOC: Sandworm, courtesy of blogs.wefrag.com and an odd KFC-centric short video called 'Assault Girls'.

    IC: Gur Dora (Trandoshan bounty hunter)
    Location: Blenjeel

    The hunter's ARC-170 had reverted to realspace over the desert world that was Blenjeel, following the latest lead in the pursuit of this latest jedi.

    The infamous warriors and peacekeepers were hardy mynocks, that was for sure, to have survived the Emperor's Purge for this long, but there was good money, Hunting Points, and prestige for bringing them in, dead. Or alive.

    It had not taken long for his fighter's sensors to pick up a metallic contact on the surface.

    Place looked uninhabited, as well as un-colonised, so for once, he could actually take notice of what his electronic searchers detected.

    The descent into the clear, dry, atmosphere had been without incident, and he had landed close to the sun bleached wreck, even from a distance, he could tell that whatever it was, it had not operated in many years, but that did not mean that his bounty was not hiding there.

    Fine grains of yellow sand filtered through if clawed feet as he picked his way through the desert, ACP repeater in his tri-fingered hands, safety off. The terrain felt so good, he was starting to think about adding this world to his shortlist. His list of places to retire to.

    The ground had started to shake within seconds of his arrival, shuddering the dunes, and ground under his ship, even while he was inside, and he could feel small vibrations through the seat of his flightsuit.

    It was even more noticeable out here though, but he hardly felt it was a problem worth not colonising the world for.

    Place was dry, had its own sand, lovely blue skies. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs and expanding his scaly chest.

    "Hoo rar!"

    The ground shuddered again as he drew within feet of the curved metal forming what could be a makeshift shelter from the elements.

    Gur stumbled, his legs crossing over as he tried to regain his balance, making things worse. The shaking was getting intense.

    Frak, what a time to have a ground quake!

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    Tag: no-one, cos Gur is an nrc in the true sense
  25. LadyZaraMarta Jedi Grand Master

    Member Since:
    Aug 21, 2004
    star 5
    OOC:

    KFC??? = Kentucky Fried Chicken???
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