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

IC: Padawans Roland and Irisa, Fastern Island, Pantolomin

The clone driver of the AT-TE watched the salt water wash down the cockpit window blisters as the All Terrain Tactical Enforcer stepped pondorously from beneath the waves, and moved through the surf towards the rocky beach.

Ahead of them, clear against the line of trees and the cliff face, the parked Firespray-class patrol ship sat on the rocks, ahead and to their right. Probably about two o'clock, direction-wise.

"You got a read on the telesponder?" The driver asked, sparing a glance for his companion in the other seat.

"Yeah, coming up as the Detective Wyms. Matches the ident of the ship that snuck its way through the fleet at Imp' Centre."

The driver smiled grimly behind his armoured mask, and punched up the visual scanners. He could see twp young humans, at least one in the garb of a jedi, push each other through the hatch into the craft. "Main gunner, fire for effect."

Atop the six-legged walker, an ungainly looking blaster cannon swung towards the target and loosed a powerful bolt that ploughed into the overlap spot where the waves hit rocks, and plumed white steam and super-heated magma into the air, some splatting over the Firespray.

The walker was making slow progress, but the driver was not worried, for even now, two-man tourist wave-skimmers from the Pasarena Resort, commandeered by the Empire, were overtaking the AT-TE on either side, and streaming over the waves towards the beach.

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Inside the Detective Wyms

Irisa was glad to see her fellow padawan, having left him behind at Coruscant on Master Yoda's orders, but they had no time to catch up as Imperial Forces were closing in.

She stopped just inside the main hatch to slap the locking mechanism on the bulkhead, while the bearded Roland ran past her and dropped straight into the pilot seat.

Unlike herself, who had been with the New Jedi Order on Dagobah for several months now, Roland, with Scout and their Master Whie, had turned up in their freighter, just as the Order were being forced to evacuate the swamp planet, their camp over-run by Gnarled Wood Spiders, which was like being attacked by malevolent trees with appetites.

Roland was already flipping switches when she joined him, and dropped without argument into the co-pilot chair, even though she had flown the craft here.

"Do you know what your doing?" She asked. The small ship shuddered as something exploded outside the curved canopy. The skies were all grey, and it had been raining. Getting fired upon, in no way improved the scenery.

"Don't be cheeky." The older Roland returned. He was in his early twenties, at least seven years her senior, but life as a fugitive of the Jedi Purge, made him look far older.

"I wasn't being..., what's the plan?"

The deck under them thrummed as power was fed to the repulsors and the engines.

The older padawan ran his gaze over the multitude of controls and lights to see if he had forgotten anything. "Master Yoda is going to park Nifesta's ship over us, we somehow get as close as we can, and when she re-cloaks, we should disappear too. Oh, here we go."

Irisa followed his gaze up out of the canopy, at the materialising underside of the burgundy red Consular-class cruiser belonging to Uncle Mitch. As the vessel's slim form solidified, so it got darker inside the cockpit as the natural daylight was cut out.

Tag: No-one

IC: Sara Soto
Sara?s Apartment, Lower Sah?c District, Coruscant

That damn grin again. What?s with him? He thinks he can get away with lying to her? Blaming her for his troubles? If she knew he was going to be this much trouble, she would have just said, Get lost. She needed some space, she couldn?t stand here fumed, she needed air.
?You got that right.? Sara agreed hollowly. And turned towards the living room, heading on her way out of the apartment. Just before leaving the kitchen, she paused and looked over her shoulder at the kid behind her, ?I?m going out, I need new goggles. Do what you want. Mwa bunky dunko, sa do bunky dunko [My home, is your home]?
She waved her hand dismissively and began to find her blaster to leave. She hoped the kid would shut up and give her some peace.

Tag: HanSolo29

IC: various NRCs, archduke Paulus Atreides, Mother Superior Mohiam, Grand Inquisitor Fyodr Karamasoff, Primarch Ultimus, Lord General Xavius

Various locations on the planet Kaladan, Union of the Great Houses

Polyarny airbase, the Polyarny Island, west of the capitol ? Kala city

It was supposed to be a tranquil day for the pilots in the Polyarny airbase. The base itself was situated on the Polyarny Island 50 kilometers of the capitol city in the cold northern Baltia sea. It was the home of the Orel Air Defense Force (ADF) or the 840th Army of the ProtivoVazdushna Otbrana (PVO) consisting of the 239th Fighter Aviation Division, 183rd Bomber Division, 172nd Fighter-Bomber Aviation Division, 313th Reconnaissance Air Regiment and 712th Interceptor Aviation Regiment. The Polyarny base was one of the largest on Kaladan second to the one near Murman which was the home of the 7th Air Army. Both bases were in the Kala city military district. The Polyarny base had a defensive role and the Murman Base had to ensure air and space superiority.

The day was cold, the wind was moderate, but the sky was dark probably it was going to snow?again. Captain Li Garkov, the leader of the Death Head Squadron or known as the Skulls, went out of the barracks designated for the pilots. The weather was cold and he could see the white puffs coming of his mouth when he breathed. He was wearing the dark gray officer greatcoat, the two rows of buttons glinted on the weak sun. Underneath the coat he wore the standard uniform: gray formfitting thigh-length eight-button tunic without external pockets, he wore a black belt, and a silver colored aiguillette was dangling on his left side, the trousers were black with red outer seams, the boots were also black and made out of leather. Li liked wearing it as it fitted him well and made him more presentable in front of the ladies. He checked his reflection on one of the windows to see whether everything was right. When Li was sure that his uniform seemed alright he put on his gray peaked cap and turned around and went outside. The size of the base always amazed him, there were rows upon rows of crafts ready for fighting. There were a few buildings in the base, most of them were the standard cubicles that were the barracks housing the pilots, the guards, technicians and other support staff. The rest of the buildings were the domelike hangars, service and supply depots, base of operations and a couple of control towers. It was surrounded by wire-fence with guard towers on 10 meter interval. There were no other settlements on the island, as the base used all of the territory. So the pilots and the staff could not distract themselves from their duties.

Some of the fighters and bombers were ?parked? outside as there was a training session scheduled for today. There were the now older MiF-25s (Medium Interceptor Fighters) Vipers with their white and red coloring. They were medium sized fighters 15m in length, wingspan of 11m and height of 4m. The nose was long and narrow, the cockpit was in the aft section, behind it were located the three engines connected to each other, two not so long wings with a blaster cannon on each, that was close to the main body, a small tail on top of the upper turbine. It could carry six missiles (three on each wing). A couple of squadrons were on the ground and one more in the air awaiting instructions. On the far side there were the large bombers ? the TuB-95 (Turbo Bomber) Marauder. Li could see four of them undergoing maintenance. They looked like long and big cigars with wings. They were 55m long each, with wingspan of 50m and height of 15m. Each Marauder was armed with a quad cannon in the front, a double-barreled heavy repeater on top and four one-barreled repeaters on each side of the main body and a two-barreled one in the tail. They called it the Flying Battlefortress. Each wing carried a couple of powerful engines. It could carry 10 Harpoon-class missiles with Holtzman charges for capitol ship busting or 15 000 kg of bombs. It was mainly used to bomb

OOC:



A blockade of the Union, eh? I have a feeling that that involves me, but I really don't remember that much about it, apart from maybe one star destroyer that might have been headed that way!

IC: Captain Trawl, POF Logan (NRC)
Location: Toydaria
Covered in nutrient-rich muck-lakes, which supported clouds of bugs and mats of algae, Toydaria was not the ideal vacation spot for galactic travelers, or for that matter, smugglers. Most smuggling ports were free societies, where pirates could escape the iron fist of the Empire and conduct their illegal transactions, gamble, drink and occasionally murder a fellow pirate.

That said, it was still dangerous for the Alliance to accept cargo from Rebel sympathizers in places like Anchorhead or Mos Eisleys. So far, everything about the Otana and Sabra, yet the X-Wings still patrolled the perimeter of the transaction.

Capt. Trawl kept his blaster close to his side but out of view. There was no need to give away his tactical advantage to people he didn?t know. Logan, a young petty officer, first class, was built like a brick ****house and had a strong jaw line. The kid was big and sometimes had difficulty making his way through the bulkheads of the ship. He was perfect for carrying the heavier shipments into the cargo holds. He followed behind Trawl, who affectionately called him Deuce.

The airlock between both ships was secure. Trawl and Logan stood by the airlock awaiting their visitors.

?Keep your paws free Deuce. I may need you in a tight spot if things go south.?

?Aye that Cap?n.? The deep voice of Logan reverberated through the ship.

TAG: Tomaas Azzameen

OOC: This is based on memories and available records. Apologies for any mistakes, and if it makes the Empire look anything less than super efficient.

IC: Commodore Jill Valentine, Captain Aurora G?Oh, Imperial Star Destroyer, Sealed with a Loving Kiss
Location: Outside Union borders

The Commodore was far from happy. She had been ordered to oversee an emergency blockade of Union Space, and to bring the Interdictor Incarcerator with her from Bestine, to prevent Union vessels from jumping to hyperspace, which, after all, was the point of a blockade.

However, the Incarcerator captain had refused point-blank to come along, and while she could sympathise with his position, coming off the back of an unexpected firefight with Separatist capital ships, that did not mean that she fancied explaining her failure to the Admiralty back on Imperial Centre.

Her Star Destroyer had popped into realspace at the edge of Union Space, to find just the one other ISD, the Figeura II, already there ahead of them, and even then, its captain wasn?t even aboard yet, but enroute from Centre.

She sat in her ready room, whilst Captain G'Oh stayed on the bridge.

G'Oh's own vessel, the Neb-B frigate Aysberg, had been too badly damaged at Bestine, rescuing the VicStar Ullyses and the Incarcerator, from a Separatist convoy that the interdictor had accidentally pulled from hyperspace, to come here, so had gone for drydock repairs, while the two commanders had been picked up by the Kiss.

A six-inch translucent blue holograph of a young woman in Naval uniform, appeared on the desk surface in front of her ? the young Captain-Supervisor from the monitoring station. Denon, was it?

?Captain-Supervisor?? Jill acknowledged her planet-based colleague, after checking that the audio element was being encrypted at Bronze level.

The monitoring station had picked up Union "chatter" discussing reprisals against "targets". So soon after the Derra blockade, where Imperial ships had intercepted Union warships jumping to Naboo, it was natural to assume the targets to be Imperial.

In any case, other luminaries could sort the matter out; Valentine's job was to contain the assumed threat.

?Commodore. I really pulled your choob out of the fire, this time."

Valentine adopted a cold tone. "Remember with whom you speak, Captain-Supervisor. Continue."

"Yes, Ma'am. Apologies. The Interdictor Star Destroyer, Aeon Flux is heading your way now, and should be onsite in a few hours.?

Valentine raised eyebrows. She had responded to an alert relating to a missing KDY Eclipse Star Destroyer and pirates, not long ago.
?Isn?t she involved in that Arrissa Field thing??

?Oh, that has been resolved, Commodore. With extreme prejudice.?

Valentine chuckled. Arrissa was at the edge of Chommel Sector, and she knew which Grand Admiral was responsible for the area. ?Thrawn.?

?Thrawn.?

?Thank you, Captain-Supervisor. I just hope that we have a few hours.?

As the holograph dissipated, Valentine eased herself up off the chair, and hobbled out of the room. She did not like the chair much, cut off the circulation to the back of her thighs. Maybe she could swap with Aurora.

Stepping out onto the command deck, she paused to gase through the strip of triangular forward ports showing the Kaladin star system laid out before them, and in the very far distance, the tiny spot of cold light that was the system primary.

?Have they seen us yet?? She asked, without looking away from the view, her gaze drawn momentarily to a pair of patrolling TIEs.

?Some primitive sats and probes have painted us, Commodore. Nothing substantial. But yes, they do know we are here.? G?Oh reported from the command chair, long, slender legs crossed.

The brown-skinned Selonian was much taller than the Commodore, who leaned towards the short side, though both could turn heads without trouble.
The captain was attached to the Lok taskforce, while Valentine was responsibl

IC: Han Solo
Sara?s Apartment, Lower Sah?c District, Coruscant

The last rays of daylight were beginning to dip behind the tallest skyscrapers outside the window, marking the start of Coruscant's night cycle. Even within the small room they occupied, long shadows were beginning to stretch across the wooden floor panels, making the place look even more foreboding than it had moments ago. It was either bad timing or careful planning that Sara had decided upon this time of day to ditch him and slip from his presence.

Even the most brainless being in the galaxy understood the dangers of Coruscant after dark. It wasn't some kind of science like calculating a safe route through hyperspace or navigating a dense cluster of asteroids somewhere in the middle of the Outer Rim - this was common sense. It was what Han liked to call "street smarts" - something he had 'sort of' mastered after spending his childhood alone on the streets of Coronet. If Sara had come from a similar background - like she had boasted about - then she would know better than to venture outside now. This was the time to go out only if you were looking for a death wish.

Han sneered at the thought and spun away from her, lifting his hand to wave her off. If she was dumb enough to leave the safety of the apartment, he wasn't going to be responsible if something happened. In fact, he had made up his mind that he would stay right here where it was safe and wait out the night. In the morning, he would decide what to do about his girl problems, the Empire and what the hell to do about---

"Ah, shavit!" he cursed through clenched teeth, casually lowering the arm he had lifted to wave her off and bringing it down to rub at the back of his neck instead. Shrike. He had totally forgotten about that after what happened with Sara and the question still remained - what was he going to do about it? There was no possible way to keep running and with Sara involved, he had an obligation to her as well. In fact, it was starting to become abundantly clear that he couldn't stay here. Sara would be wandering around out there alone with Shrike lurking in the shadows(not to mention the bounty hunter that had already taken an interest in her), waiting for just the right moment to pounce and draw in his prey. Or maybe even use her as bait to get to Han.

He clenched his fists in anger just thinking about the idea of Shrike using her like that. It wouldn't be beyond his capabilities, that much was certain. Han had witnessed far worse while under Shrike's wing and he wouldn't wish any of those horrible things onto anyone. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Han came to the conclusion that he would need to follow Sara to ensure that she made it through the night - if only for his own peace of mind.

"Wait, are you nuts?!" he called as he started to bound after her, taking the turn around the table too sharply and causing him to stumble slightly. "You just had a bounty hunter on your tail who happened to pump you full of drugs and now you want to go back out there in the dark?" He hesitated for a moment and narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

He stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "I'm not into that whole suicide thing, so I'm coming with you...just to make sure."

TAG: Orrion

OOC: This is a re-post. More records on my assets showed I had my ship commanders confused. Thanks go to Corellian Outrider for his help on the situation.

IC: Commodore Jill Valentine, Commander Carlos Olivera, Imperial Star Destroyer, Sealed with a Loving Kiss
Location: Outside Union borders

The Commodore was far from happy. She had been ordered to oversee an emergency blockade of Union Space, and to bring the Interdictor Incarcerator with her from Bestine, to prevent Union vessels from jumping to hyperspace, which, after all, was the point of a blockade.

However, the Incarcerator captain had refused point-blank to come along, and while she could sympathise with his position, coming off the back of an unexpected firefight with Separatist capital ships, that did not mean that she fancied explaining her failure to the Admiralty back on Imperial Centre.

Her Star Destroyer had popped into realspace at the edge of Union Space, to find just the one other ISD within proximity, the Figuera, already there ahead of them, and even then, its captain wasn?t even aboard yet, but enroute from Centre.

She sat in her ready room, this being her own vessel, whereas at Bestine, she had been the ?guest? aboard Captain G'Oh?s Nebulon-B frigate.

That ship, the Aysberg, had been too badly damaged there, rescuing the VicStar Ullyses and the Incarcerator, from a Separatist convoy that the interdictor had accidentally pulled from hyperspace, to come here, so had gone for drydock repairs, whilst Valentine had been re-united with the Kiss.

A six-inch translucent blue holograph of a young woman in Naval uniform, appeared on the desk surface in front of her ? the young Captain-Supervisor from the monitoring station. Denon, was it?

?Captain-Supervisor?? Jill acknowledged her planet-based colleague, after checking that the audio element was being encrypted at Bronze level.

The monitoring station had picked up Union "chatter" discussing reprisals against "targets". So soon after the Derra blockade, where Imperial ships had intercepted Union warships jumping to Naboo, it was natural to assume the targets to be Imperial.

In any case, other luminaries could sort the matter out; Valentine's job was to contain the assumed threat.

?Commodore. I really pulled your choob out of the fire, this time."

Valentine adopted a cold tone. "Remember with whom you speak, Captain-Supervisor. Continue."

"Yes, Ma'am. Apologies. The Interdictor Star Destroyer, Aeon Flux is heading your way now, and should be onsite in a few hours.?

Valentine raised eyebrows. She had responded to an alert relating to a missing KDY Eclipse Star Destroyer and pirates, not long ago.
?Isn?t she involved in that Arrissa Field thing??

?Oh, that has been resolved, Commodore. With extreme prejudice.?

Valentine chuckled. Arrissa was at the edge of Chommel Sector, and she knew which Grand Admiral was responsible for the area. ?Thrawn.?

?Thrawn.?

?Thank you, Captain-Supervisor. I just hope that we have a few hours.?

As the holograph dissipated, Valentine eased herself up off the chair, and ambled out of the room..

Stepping out onto the command deck, she paused to gase through the strip of triangular forward ports showing the Kaladin star system laid out before them, and in the very far distance, the tiny spot of cold light that was the system primary.

?Have they seen us yet?? She asked, without looking away from the view, her gaze drawn momentarily to a pair of patrolling TIEs.

?Some primitive sats and probes have painted us, Commodore. Nothing substantial. But yes, they do know we are here.? Olivera reported from the command chair, swarthy chin cradled between thumb and forefinger as he leaned forwards in the chair.

The commander was was Valentine?s second-in-command for the Star Destroyer, while she was responsible for the ISD, VSD, and Neb-B frigates that comprised the group.

?Take us around the blockade, I wan

IC: Sara Soto
Sara?s Apartment, Lower Sah?c District, Coruscant

Sara grabbed her blaster. Now though she couldn?t leave because the person behind her wasn?t letting go. Why was he always choosing one option, then going for another? He was constantly changing his mind. Damn. I wish I told him to leave instead. She regretted, He?s a lot more trouble than I first thought.

Nothing she could do about that now though. She heard him. Dimly. Then felt his hand wrap around her bicep. "I'm not into that whole suicide thing, so I'm coming with you...just to make sure."

?It?s safer for me in the dark. It?ll be harder for Jinn to see me. Vykk. If I can even call you that.? She hissed. She let her suspicions slip out and had to follow through now. Ripping her arm from his grip. ?I. Am. Not. Stupid. I know an alias when I hear it.? She flung her finger towards the trash receptacle, close to shouting now.
?Vykk?s Corellian Dishes? Draygo Spices? Sound familiar? You don?t think I can spot a coincidence, or a lie? I?ve been on the streets for years. Shaddaa. Tatooine. Carratos. Every scum hole you could think of I?ve been there. If anything--Grah!? She shouted. Unholstering her blaster, she shoved the man in her apartment away from her, a good few feet. She watched him stumble and regain his stance, watching his movements closely.

Pointing her 434 blaster at him, she asked. ?Tell me the truth, what?s your name? Now. And don?t say it?s Vykk Draygo, or you?re getting a blaster bolt through your head. I know you?ve been lying to me about everything. That man who was chasing us? That story of him getting upset over not getting a tip from one person out of an entire diner? It doesn?t fit at all.?

Sara was tired of being played with. For all she knew she could have just harbored a serial killer. A runner from the Empire. A Rebel Agent. Who knows? Maybe he?s just a bounty hunter looking to collect on her head. If the latter were true, this would be one too many she had fallen for. In any case, she was getting his name and the truth. Then it hit her. She lowered her blaster just a bit, still keeping it trained on him. Sar took a deep breath, exhaled and asked softly. ?Why would you pick an alias? You?re in the same situation as me aren?t you? Hunted??

She didn?t know how else to pin it, at all else, he could be hunted by a criminal or the Empire. Maybe even the Rebels if he was once apart of them. The serial killer option was still open too, and she would find out.

Tag: HanSolo29

IC: Jula Selmur, the Haven Interdictor.

Waking up, and realising that she had embarked on a new chapter to her life, seemed amazing to the former ship?s captain.

Accepting Master Yoda?s offer of becoming a jedi student! Her own decision boggled her mind, but here she was, on a huge ship among people who cared about her.

She lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, getting everything straight in her head.

Okay. Now what?

Jula swept back the covers and got out of bed, swinging her legs down over the side.
The cabin had a fresher, so she used the facilities to freshen up, then got dressed. Hopefully, they would outfit her in the loose jedi tunics and trousers soon. The sooner she looked the part, the better.

Tag: no-one

IC: Capt. Trawl and POF Logan
Location: Toydarian space

As the outer doors opened up, the Captain was surprised to see a young kid at the other end. He hesitated for a moment which to Logan seemed like an awfully long time and finally smiled.

?Well, I would offer you some Corellian whiskey Captain, but I don?t think you?re old enough.? He stepped forward through the airlock and extended out his hand, chuckling slightly. ?I am Captain Trawl. This gorilla behind me is Logan.?

Logan nodded to the strangers.

?Do you have the manifests?? Logan stepped closer as Logan stayed inside the ship. The Captain?s body language was open and friendly.

TAG: Captain Azzameen

IC: Union Blockade reinforcements
Location: Borders of Union Space

There was a visible blur of pseudo-motion, which saw the stars in a patch of space shift slightly to the left, and then four ships of varying sizes appeared, reverting to realspace.

The largest of all, the Interdictor-class Star Destroyer, was not an Imperial vessel at all, but a part of the Kuat Sector security fleet, dis-honoured by coming off worst in a brief exchange with an Imperial Gamma-class assault shuttle, and working with the Empire to regain some of its pride.

The warship, the Aeon Flux, was flanked by two Nebulon-B escort frigates of the Lok Taskforce that Commodore Valentine oversaw, and lastly, much smaller than even the frigates, a Lancer-class anti-starfighter vessel, the Favourite Daughter.

She was also a KDY Sector vessel, but was in Imperial territory on assignment, to represent Kuat in the hunt for their rogue Eclipse SD.
She was temporarily between orders.

Marcin Kalendo, captain of the ?Flux, contacted the person in charge.

?Aeon Flux calling the ?Kiss. We are onsite, and are awaiting orders.?

Tag: The Admiral

OOC: A post once again brought to you by myself and Corellian_Outrider

~IC~ Feye Solkrest and Rowan Halcyon

A long long time ago...

Location: An ancient world far from 'civilised' space

I bowed my head and smiled at him, he definitely had good qualities in him, and some qualities I definitely recognised from my side of the family. It is weird how a war can bring some families together. "Now Rowan you should prepare your distraction, get your soldiers ready and have the civilians prepare for evacuation. Time to get the ball rolling as they say"

Sighing, I nodded my head to Feye. "I'll wait one more hour, if our scouts have not returned by then, then I'll give the evacuation instructions and prepare for them."

I nodded. "That should give us enough time to prepare for evacuation. I advise you give your people the evacuation order just to be safe. Then it wouldn't take too long to get everybody on board the ships"

Turning my head, I refrained from grimacing at the mention of ships. The last thing I want is to compromise the culture here any further by exposing them to advance technology. I would seem like magic to their eyes and then that is where unpredictability gets in the way. Either panic, or be condemned as a 'sorcerer' and be burnt at the stake.

"The ships.." I started but paused. "I got it all wrong. Instead of ours, what of their's?" My hand waved to the direction of the entrance of the tent. "Something to cross the lake?"

I raised an eye brow at that "It could help, however we need to get these people off planet as quickly as possible. It could help but it could be too slow"

"I won't use our ships unless we have exhausted all other options." I shook my head.

"What of a raft?" Kaylee interupted. "We can cut down trees easily enough and we have rope to bind it."

I stroked my chin with my fingers deep in thought. Rowan definitely did not want to get off this planet but I had to try to get him off. Father's homeworld or not it wasn't safe and an heir to the throne of Corellia would make it even more dangerous for him. "Kaylee has a point, it could be done but I still say we need to evacuate fully. It isn't safe for you here and everyone would be much safer back on Corellia, I can gurantee that"

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes for a brief second. "Forgive me, I am not used to having anyone concerned for my safety. I am learning but there are times where... it bewilders me and sometimes unsure how to handle it."

I smiled at that and put an arm around him. "My dear cousin, soon you will learn that people care for you so much. You are not alone in this universe and beleive me when I say this. Whatever I say is for you and the safety of your people"

Focusing my gaze on her eyes as I felt her words and warmth are sincere. "Our people..." I murmured and flashed a smile. "If it was like a river that flows swiftly... we could divert with a dam. There be no need for me to remain her and I can return home with ease."

"I like your thinking Rowan" I said "It could help you a hell of a lot. And it could give you a lot more time"

"Hmmm... what element would make a good barrier from them and us..." Averting my eyes from hers to the crackling hearth at the centre of the tent. "Fire, earth or water?"

Again I stroked my chin in thought. "Fire is too dangerous as is water. Earth is the best way, you can create a barrier that can stand firm for years to come"

"Earth." Kaylee nodded. "We have had some earthmoving

IC: Captain Trawl, POF Logan and Alliance Vessels
Location: Toydaria

"I'll be old enough soon enough...in... certain parts of the galaxy." Galin grinned as he shook Captain Trawl's hand, nodding to Logan to greet him. Releasing the Captain's hand, Galin lifted up his other holding the datapad Ralph had given him.

"I do have the manifest. If you have a datapad handy I can transfer a copy to you. However...? Galin gave an apologetic look. ?...it only covers the cargo that we have on board this ship. The other set is on the 'Otana'"

The moved out of the way and allowed all the cargo to be brought aboard to the Alliance cargo ships. The X-Wings continued their defensive patterns around the ships but expanded it to include the other cargo ships around their own personnel.
Logan watched with a defensive posture but maintained his cool while cargo past between him and the hull. Captain Trawl was looking through the manifest to make sure all goods were accounted for in the hold. 30 minutes had passed without any problems.

?Well Azzameen. I think we cleaned you out here. Let?s have the other ship dock with us and finish this up. The more time we spend up here the juicier the target becomes for pirates.?


TAG: Tomaas Azzameen, Galin Azzameen and Ralph Goodman

IC: Han Solo
Sara?s Apartment, Lower Sah?c District, Coruscant

All Han could do was swallow the lump in his throat and stare as Sara rattled off her accusations and finished by shoving him away. Han staggered to regain his balance but only managed to backpedal into the opposite wall with a grunt. That's when she pulled the blaster and leveled it at his head, a mean look in her eye. This was no longer a game - it was a fight for survival.

"Tell me the truth, what?s your name?" she asked after a moment of silence, her body heaving angrily with each breath that she took. "Now. And don?t say it?s Vykk Draygo, or you?re getting a blaster bolt through your head. I know you've been lying to me about everything. That man who was chasing us? That story of him getting upset over not getting a tip from one person out of an entire diner? It doesn't fit at all."

Han scoffed and raised his hands defensively. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could this young and naive girl see through him so easily? "Now, take it easy," he drawled as he stalled for time. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I can explain. This isn't what it seems..."

Even then, she didn't seem to hear him. It was as if something had clicked in her mind and she now looked upon him with a different expression. The blaster, however, had not been lowered from its previous position and Han took note of it with a roll of his eyes.

"Why would you pick an alias?" she uttered after a moment, her tone much softer as she sifted through her thoughts, trying hard to find some kind of connection. Han took the instant she had been distracted to reach for the vibroblade on his utility belt, but before he could produce the weapon, she found what she had been searching for. "You're in the same situation as me aren't you? Hunted?"

This time, there was no holding back. His expression turned cold as he ripped the vibroblade free of its sheaf. He held it up high enough for Sara to see, the blade glinting in the dull light pouring in from the window. "That information is on a 'need-to-know' basis," he said with a sneer as he stepped forward, waving the blade in her face before snapping it shut.

"I think I should go," he said after a moment, avoiding her gaze. "There's people out there who will kill you in order to get to me."

TAG: OrrionCarn

OOC: First of all I want to apologize to Jerjerrod-Lennox for keeping her for so long and not responding to her tag and for the short reply that I make now... I want to thank her for her patience.

Also want to add that I will post the characters' CSs when Pasha is available so that I can still post as my other characters.

IC: ARC Commander Alpha, Lord Admiral James Xavier
On-board VenSD ?Roadblock?

Alpha opened his eyes slowly, the artificial lightning on the ceiling pierced his head with its intensity. The vision was still blurred and there were colorful dots flying around so the clone closed his eyes to rest a bit more. He wanted to groan but could not make a sound, his mouth was dry. His body was hurting as if it was thrashed by a reek?several times. His head was pounding heavily and for a moment Alpha believed that he might have been drunk and was suffering the aftereffects. There were no recollections of spending the night in the ship?s cantina. The ARC moved his tongue around to spread the little saliva left to moisturize it. He could feel a strange metallic taste, quite familiar one?was that blood? Something was wrong, ?Did I get in a fight? I have to speak with General Torian?? then the image inside his mind changed?An ice cave and? a MagnaGuard?

Alpha forced himself to open his eyes. The blurred image slowly resolved into the infirmary of a Venator-class Star Destroyer. It was not a nightmare after all, he had betrayed the ARR. The Commander groaned, he wished the past months were not real, he wished to be in the loving embrace of Dennii. He shouldn?t have followed his stupid instincts and try to ally himself with Grievous. If he hadn?t done that, probably he would have had a real family and would have fought the Empire?not help it. There was nothing he could do at the moment though, there was no going back to the ARR, the CIS were destroyed, maybe the Mandos will take him back? No, he could not go to them, not with a loved one who is a Jedi. ?Maybe I should take my time and strike when I can do the most damage?For now I will play along??

Then the shoulder reminded of itself, a sharp pain stabbed him. Still there was no recollection of how exactly got this, not that it was the first time he had been injured. ?I hope it won?t become a habit?? he wanted to laugh, but there was no strength or will to do it. Alpha doubted that he will be able to laugh again, his life finally shattered, all he had fought for ? undone. ?I am becoming a mindless automaton?Maybe that is the point, the blasted Kaminoans, they have cursed me with the more independence. How simple life would have been if I were like the regular grunts??. No, no, there was no time, nor use for such thoughts. It was his mind that had kept him alive, his mind and conviction. ?I have to survive as long as I can to carry my revenge???

Only then he realized that he was not alone, there was one of his ner?vods ? a Clone, sitting in a chair with a half-smile on his face.

?I wondered when you will notice.?

?Yeah, sorry for that ner?vod??

?No prob?ner?vod?You seem to use Mando?a a lot. You, feelin OK??

?Yeah, I?ve been through worse. What happened??

?To make a long story short, you had a nasty encounter with a MagnaGuard??

?Well, this is reckless even for me?Though I tried to take on Grievous on Boz Pity. Who won??

?You did, though the clanker managed to hit your shoulder??

?Yeah, I figured as much? How long have I been out??

?Not long, maybe a day or two. By the way I am CT-1357, but you can call me Sparks. I don?t know whether you remember me, but I have been serving under you in several campaigns. The last, before Mygeeto, was on Boz Pity.?

Alpha, smiled, a familiar face, not that he remembered the man. He had encountered quite a lot of ner?vods to remember them all. But still, they had been in same campaigns several times. Probably the man could be trusted. He knew that some clones did not like the new order?but there was nothing they could do, not with the short life spans. He remembered something, Kal Skirata, the old chakaar was doing some

IC: Captain Trawl, POF Logan and Alliance Vessels
Location: Toydarian space

"Greetings, welcome to the ?Otana?.? Tomass introduced himself. ?I am Captain Tomaas Azzameen.?

Trawl extended his hand to Tomaas. ?Pleasure Captain.? He looked over the man?s shoulder, ?What have you brought us??
He turned to POF Logan, ?And how soon can we unload your cargo and high-tail it out of this place??

TAG: Captain Trawl, POF Logan and Alliance Vessels