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  1. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    Duece Darrick
    Avengers Ace

    [blockquote]Duece had been left to his solitude. Tre didn't like spending too much time with anyone. He always kept saying how friendly attachment was a dealers worst enemy.

    He sat in the commons area of the ship. He had prepared a meal of something involving pasta and bluemilk with some butter. It was good and it reminded him of childhood meals with his friend Hector.

    Soon Duece would begin working on his equipment making sure it was all in good shape. Tre hadn't been clear on where they were going. Though Duece falt it was either Corellia or Ord Mantell.

    Tre entered into the commons area and took a seat across from Duece, the look to talk business was in his eyes.

    So, I've decided I'm gonna let you choose our next stop.

    How generous Tre. Whats in this for you?

    A favor. I'll call on you when I need someone with your skills.

    Deal. We go to Corellia. I need a ship of my own.

    Why not just stick with me for a while. You got a free ride.

    We will see Tre. I can't afford to be at your mercy what with the trading posts you have to maintain.

    Don't worry kid. You might get yourself a good deal on a weapon or two.

    What course are we currently on?

    We aren't we came out of Hyperspace while you were sleeping. I was waiting on you to be awake and in a good mood to talk business. go set the course for corellia then. Your code of no friendly attachments should still be in affect.

    We leave in two hours. I need some sleep and a meal or two.

    I'm going to check and clean all my equipment.

    Duece lft the table and placed his food bowl in the small gally area. He'd clean it alter when Tre wasn't around.[/blockquote]

    TAG: None
  2. Rayson

    Rayson Jedi Padawan star 4

    Apr 10, 2002
    Imperial Major Frederic Seventez
    Coruscant; Imperial Military Installation
    The Major awoke drowsily. His sleep had been long and needed, however Frederic felt as though he could go for another eight hours. Regardless, he rose and showered, feeling more refreshed.

    He headed for the stairs and went down to the main floor, turning for the cafeteria. He walked inside, surrounded by soldiers he neither knew nor expected to know. In the Major's opinion, the best time to know a Soldier is on the field.

    He recieved the same military grub the rest of the soldiers got, and sat at a table by himself. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and ate. Despite tasting like rubber and having the texture of freshly cut wood, the food was fairly good.

    He returned his plates to the counter and started to stroll around and outside the Military Complex. He found himself alone most of the time, people rarely talking to him. He didn't mind. When he needed acknowledgement, he found it on the field, from his soldiers.

    OOC: I'm finding myself very untagged...:p
  3. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    Duece Darrick
    Coronet, Corellia

    [blockquote]Duece and Tre had parted ways hours ago. Tre was ok for a short trip, but after that, his habitually attitude towards passengers became tiresome and annoying.

    Duece was now looking for a ship of his own. He had a room back at some crummy rundown place that lowlifes use to lay low. So he figured it would work for what he needed it for.

    Searching out for an honest to Hades good ship was harder than most would expect. Most ships were either in great condition and ahd the price tag to show it or were in the cheaper seats and ahd the disrepair to prove why it was cheap.

    There were though, the occasional honest sale. A good ship, in decent condition, for the right price. And if you were going to find it, Corellia would be the place.

    duece walked down a dingy alley-way. On the other side was another junk yard, but from where duece was standing he could see over the fence that held the place from falling into the streets, and what he saw gave him hope.

    All kinds of parts stacked everywhere, but in the distance sat a decent sized repair shop. Which probably meant decent sized junkers were being repaired for resale.

    Duece would know once inside the fence line and began the long walk through the Junkyard up to where the shop was. A deent repairman would have most of the reusable stuff up towards the shop and all the non useable stuff off to where no one would go looking for it.

    Duece hoped he found what he was looking for.

    TAG: None
  4. TheEmperorsProtege

    TheEmperorsProtege Jedi Knight star 5

    May 22, 2004

    IC: Shanara Taleel

    Nar Shaddaa


    It was cold. Icy to be exact. Shanara didnt know where she was. Her eyes were open, yet all she could see was utter blackness. For a second she thought she had died. What had happened?

    Slowly the memories came back. She remembered being in Booster?s Garage. That slimy sithspawn had sold her out to Yudu. But the what had happened? She didnt remember. Only feelings were coming back. Coldness. Fear. Darkness. Icy hands gripping her heart and almost making it stop. It was hard to breathe. This must be what it felt like being spaced.

    She heard sounds. Trying to concentrate on them she started seeing blurryness instead of the blackness surrounding her. The sounds turned into voices. A voice. She focused on it.

    "We had better get you out of here."

    It was an unfamiliar voice, but somehow soothing in all this cold darkness. She felt dizzy, like being on a boat. Moving from one side to the other. Her eyes started focusing on things. The blackness was replaced by shapes. Quickly disappearing shapes.

    One constant shape was very close to her. Bringing it into focus she was startled. She stared at a t-shaped visor. Slowly coming to her senses she noticed that Kinuta was carrying her, rushing towards an unknown destination....

    Tag: Zedd-Vega
  5. Suzuki_Akira

    Suzuki_Akira Jedi Master star 7

    May 13, 2003
    Class: (Noble, Soldier, Scoundrel, Force-User)
    Name: Leia Organa Solo
    Nickname: (optional)
    Sex: Okay, but gently.
    Age: 20ish
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Alderaan
    Spoken Language: Basic
    Other Languages:

    ---Height: Tall Enough
    ---Eye Color: Brown
    ---Hair/Fur Color: Brown
    ---Skin Color: White
    ---Clothing: Robe
    ---Other: (scars, tattoos etc)

    Personality: Tough
    Habits: Snide remarks
    Likes: Committees
    Dislikes: Comittees
    Talents: Bitching
    Weakness: Scoundrels
    Limitations: (i.e. blind, no Force, can?t leap over a fence, etc)
    Racial Attributes: (i.e.: regeneration of limbs [Trandoshan], telepathy [Gotal], etc.)

    Affiliation: Jedi
    ---Rank: Leader
    ---Branch: The ones with laserswords
    ---Station: Academy

    I grow weary...must I complete the rest?
  6. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    Duece Darrick
    Corellian Scrap Yard

    [blockquote]Duece had entered the front gate rather easily, though had the front gate been hard to get in, then conducting business would have been hard for the Scrap Yard owner.

    As he came up to the old garage, he took from his pocket one of the cigars he liked to smoke. It was expensive, and thus smelled so. He wanted the owner to realize Duece had money and was willing to make a good deal.

    As he entered the building he first noticed it didn't have a ship inside the large hangar, next thing he noticed were a large group of guys playing, what looked to be, a rather large game of Sabaac.

    One guy stood up and yelled to Duece.

    You a privateer wanting in on this, or you one of them CorSec fellows puttin' your nose where it don't belong?

    The man's voice had a heavy acccent, but it wasn't Corellian, though close too it. He was probably from one of the five brothers, as they called the neighboring planets.

    Duece decided he wasn't going to play CorSec and get shot, so he answered the man.

    Whats the stakes?

    Ten thousand to enter, five more every round plus the bets that are upped.

    Duece wanted to play, it'd been a long time since he'd had a good game.

    Deal me in.

    Duece took an empty seat and started playing. He saw some Ship Onwership Papers in some of the guys stashes. Maybe he'd win some more credits and a ship too. His luck was beginning to look real good.

    TAG: None...To Be Continued
  7. Zedd-Vega

    Zedd-Vega Jedi Master star 5

    Dec 13, 2003
    Monzae von Kinuta

    Nar Shaddaa, Docks

    [blockquote]Mandalore found himself carrying the girl a shorter distance than expected, quickly locating his ship at the opposite end of the docks. He let out a sigh of relief as the ignorant passersby probably thought that she was some bounty he had collected, or perhaps something more. Monzae shook his head to get rid of that idea.

    The hatch on his ship opened slowly and Monzae carried the girl inside towards one of the spartan beds. Sure it was cramped quarters, but Mandalorians were used to it. Although, thsi girl wasn't Mandalorian.

    It appeared she was coming to. "Glad to see you're waking up." Monzae refused to tell her that Booster was dead, or fell to his death, or did something of that nature and decided it best to let her recover for awhile.[/blockquote]

    TAG: TheEmperorsProtege
  8. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    Duece Darrick
    Junk Shop, Coronet, Corellia

    [blockquote]Dueces luck was beginning to look real bad. He'd been playing for several hours now and had lost nearly everything, money wise, he'd brought in with him.

    He wouldn't give up his equipment, so that was out. Then came the saving grace.

    The guy playing dealer announced this was the last hand. Now most times this would have been Duece's death sentence because most games, the guys played the same stakes and Duece would have been left out of the hand. But these boys played the last hand differently.

    Everyone had to go all in. So duece threw out all he had left, which was 1,000 credits. No body objected since Duece had already played over 400,000 credits and lost them. The hand was placed in, and Duece, using his great skills, now knew every mans tell as to whether he had a good hand or bad hand.

    Duece had learned that keen observation skills were a great thing to have, especially if you had to pay attention to minute details to find your quarry.

    Each mans tell could be seen and only one man was showng the tell of a good hand. Duece had the best hand he'd had all night. And so they laid their hands done and....He lost.

    Duece watched as they guys started to get up, many of them in not so great a mood. He watched the Dealer collect the cards and then he saw it. Three of the cards the guy who won had had were fixed. You touch the corner and they cards suit changes, its number remaining the same.

    No wonder he'd had a good streak all night. The guy who won shoved everything into a large case and then went into one of the back rooms. He must have known the owwer well. The dealer followed next, who turned out to be the owner.

    Duce grabbed his homemade Scattershot gun hidden under the duster and then, after everyone else was gone, kicked in the door to the office.

    So you win by cheating alot?[/blockquote]

    TAG: NONE..To Be Continued
  9. TheEmperorsProtege

    TheEmperorsProtege Jedi Knight star 5

    May 22, 2004
    IC: Shanara Taleel

    Nar Shaddaa, Docks

    [blockquote]In her daze Shanara wasn?t sure where Monzae was carrying her. She only noticed a whirring sound and then she was indoors again. Relaxing her body into something soft she had to fight the urge to fall asleep.

    Warmth was flowing through her body again and the stiffness left her finally. Visibly relaxing she stared at Monzae, focusing on him and her surroundings.

    ?Where.... where am I??

    She looked around, slightly confused.

    ?What happened??[/blockquote]

    Tag: Zedd-Vega
  10. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    Duece Darrick
    Junk Shop, Coronet, Corellia

    [blockquote]The first thing that Duece had noticed as soon as he had entered the Office was the fact that two CorSec wardroids stood in the room. The next was the fact that a CorSec Captain was seated at the desk.

    Great. That was just great. Duece stood stock still, his plan fading faster than the cosmic dust near a Black Hole. He pointed the gun at no one in particular, just kinda centered on the room which made it more or less pointed directly at the Captain. This was bad.

    The next thing that happened was the droids fired stunbolts and he took them square in the chest.

    After what seemed to be a good amount of time in blackedout darkness he found himself releived of everything, including his duster. All his pockets empty, and to add insult to injury, his very own Binders on his wrists.

    The room he was in looked to be a standard Interrogation Room. The one way transparisteel plate overlooking the room where he knew they were watching his every movement.

    Without a plan, he decided he had to just wait. He spent another minute thinking until the door opened and in entered someone he thought he wouldn't see anymore.

    There stood H.

    Great to know I'm a popular guy with you H.[/blockquote]

    TAg: NONE.....To Be Continued
  11. GrandAdmiralJello

    GrandAdmiralJello Comms Admin ❉ Moderator Communitatis Litterarumque star 10 Staff Member Administrator

    Nov 28, 2000
    XM-1 Missile Boat Imperial Eagle ? Imperial Center[blockquote]
    Galactic Emperor Iaius Augustus Jello, Princess Arya Jello

    The Cygnus Spaceworks XM-1 Missile Boat was quite possibly the most expensive starfighter in the galaxy. A heavily modified Missile Boat would be even moreso. Not only was it expensive, but the performance specifications were such that any novice pilot could potentially send the craft careening into a building just as easily as they attempted a roll. For this reason, the Galactic Emperor had forbade his daughter from flying it. Instead, he offered a more docile craft?a Lambda class shuttle. She hadn?t accepted it.

    So it was with an azure engine flare that the golden starfighter hurtled past his own. His daughter wagged the wings of her craft as she did so, then proceeded to spin the craft around in loops. The Emperor sighed. Perhaps his other ship of choice was a little too flashy for the girl?but hindsight didn?t help things. He ramped up his engines and chased after her, while the red-hued escort craft of the Imperial Guard maintained a respectful distance.

    This exercise was taking place over the Palace District, which was a governmental section that had a conveniently restricted airspace. TIE squadrons from the defensive platforms flew a combat air patrol while the Guard TIE Defenders provided a closer screen. As yet, the civil war had not threatened Imperial Center, so no problems were anticipated.

    The Emperor throttled up and prepared to follow his daughter as she threaded her way between the buildings of the Navy Command and senatorial apartments. Undoubtedly there would be many faces plastered to the walls witnessing the pursuit. The goal of this exercise was to teach the princess how to fly evasive maneuvers in an urban environment. She was a fair pilot on her own, but she was still very young and had a lot to learn. She had talent and a will to learn, but she would still be fodder for the average Academy graduate. Not that it was a bad thing?the Imperial Navy TIE Fighter Corps were the élite top two percent of graduates.

    The modified N-1 was quite a bit quicker than the modified Missile Boat, but Arya?s unsteady maneuvering allowed the steadier Emperor to quickly catch up. Once he was close enough to target her without any buildings in the way, the Emperor opened fire with a stream of low-powered green tracers from the ship?s single cannon. The simulated shots impacted against the shields of the N-1, not doing much damaged to the enhanced Novaldex protection suite?but the ship began to jump about. The Emperor shook his head?his daughter was getting too jittery.

    Her response was to rocket straight up and use her superior acceleration to evade her father. Shaking his head, the Emperor casually pulled up on the stick, making a far more graceful ascent. Arya was flying up towards the sun, intending to use its glare and the sharp glint from the shiny starfighter to blind him. Fortunately, the Emperor had no intention of using his SLAM motors to catch up with her?instead, he moved his gaze away from the canopy, which was beginning to darken in response to the light. He had other senses and other options?he used his sensors to pinpoint her and painted her with a missile lock. Before Arya had a chance to respond, he let loose with two missiles. The advanced concussion missiles jetted upwards, and Arya pulled away at the last moment?this would not fool the missiles though, as they course corrected and attempted to follow her.

    The N-1 was now diving towards the ground with incredible speed while the missiles doggedly followed. This was a mistake. The Emperor placed his crosshairs ahead of her plummeting craft and fired before he acquired a lock. The first set of missiles were still closing in, so her knee-jerk response to another lock would limit her choices?giving the Emperor an idea of where he could place his third set of missiles. This time he waited for a lock and fired.

    She was not good enough to evade six simulated missiles, and at
  12. Zedd-Vega

    Zedd-Vega Jedi Master star 5

    Dec 13, 2003
    Monzae von Kinuta

    Nar Shaddaa, Refugee Docks

    [blockquote]Monzae sighed and popped the latches on his helmet in order to remove it. He brushed back his dark hair and refused to meet her gaze, in order to prevent telling the truth. A fabrication would do just fine. "Booster was KIA." There he went again. Though he had never done it to Shanara before, he frequently phased back into his military days when he had to inform immediate family that their children were killed.

    The Mandalorian sighed. "Some of those thugs burst in and killed him. I dispatched them quickly and got you out of there before the authorities arrived." It was a lie, in a sense, but a necessary truth.[/blockquote]

    TAG: TheEmperorsProtege
  13. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo

    CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Jul 1, 2000
    Darth Stygius

    [blockquote]Aboard the Razor, Somewhere in the Outer Rim

    The junk pile that could possibly be called a starship, streaked through hyperspace at its fastest speed capable, which wasn?t much at point seven nine. It?s original owners dead or dying back on the world from which the ship had been taken from them. But none of that seemed to concern its sole occupant, a man garbed in black robes and under-armour. His reflection in the viewport was faceless, hidden behind a mesh mask. He had no other markings on him. Any of his other possessions were long gone, taken from him by the very people that had imprisoned him. But he knew where one item in particular was located.

    The Empress-Teta System.

    There he would find his core and with it he could find the rest of his property, wherever it may have been scattered. If he had to, he would scour the far corners of the galaxy until he found every single piece. His continued existence depended on them. Especially since his reawakening would alert any of his enemies of his presence. He knew they would hunt him down and depending on who they were, destroy him as well.

    But he could not be destroyed.

    Not easily. Those who had imprisoned him could not destroy him. They had tried and they had failed. That is why they opted to freeze him in time for all eternity. If only they had known that he had all the time in the universe to patiently wait for his reemergence. But they had not known. Had they known, they would have braved the darkness and tried to kill him after all.

    Such is the price for their lack of faith in the Force. He thought while he studied the navigational charts from the freighter?s computer core. He took note that there were scores of dozens of new worlds added to the galactic map since his imprisonment. It was expected but he wondered how much time had passed since the Jedi had sealed him in the tomb.

    He decided to see what the date was and quickly discovered that the current chronological measurement was incapable of telling him of when he had awoken. The current dating system told him nothing. For all he knew he could have awoken a year later or tens of thousands of years later. He disliked it when governments changed the chronological synchronization system to suit themselves. This one, he noted, seemed to have been going on for the last thirty-eight years. He would have to access a terminal with articles on history if he wanted to know what the real date was.

    The black-clad stranger stood from the captain?s chair and strode out of the cockpit toward other parts of the ship. He wanted to see what these people carried on board, if there was anything of use to him. After several minutes of exploring the vessel he had quickly discovered a sidearm and a couple vibrodaggers, an orb that he suspected was highly dangerous and hidden cargo compartments underneath the floor paneling. Inside the compartments he found nothing of interest, mostly spices and exotic wines he suspected the owners were going to smuggle after they had raided his tomb.

    He left the sidearm and illicit cargo alone and kept the two vibrodaggers. Placing them on a dejarik board, he searched the rest of the ship for something he could meld the vibrodaggers to that would make them more dangerous than just a pair of sharp objects. He found a couple alloys in storage he suspected were used to patch the ship?s hull when damaged. Most ship patches were made out of the same material the hull was made out of and most hulls were quite strong. They had to be in order to survive reentry and departure of a planet?s atmosphere. It would not due to suffocate from decompression because of microdust puncturing a hole in the hull.

    He found a few more items that would be useful and took them and the dagger into the galley and proceeded to work the items together through the Force and through the technologies readily available to him. With Alchemy, he could mold the metals into the blades, making them longer or thicker and then sharpen the edg
  14. TheEmperorsProtege

    TheEmperorsProtege Jedi Knight star 5

    May 22, 2004
    OOC: sorry, but gotta drop out of this game. RL is takin up too much time :(
  15. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    I Regret to Inform everyone that I am leaving TF.N for an indefinate period of time.
  16. GrandAdmiralJello

    GrandAdmiralJello Comms Admin ❉ Moderator Communitatis Litterarumque star 10 Staff Member Administrator

    Nov 28, 2000
    Emperor?s Study, Imperial Palace ? Imperial Center[blockquote]
    Galactic Emperor Iaius Augustus Jello, Princess Arya Jello

    The soft sound of slipper-shod feet padding across a cool marble floor echoed through the Emperor?s study. Then the young princess appeared in the room in front of her father, waiting patiently to be recognized.

    The Emperor?s face emerged out from a stack of datacards. ?Arya, what are you doing up at this hour? The sun isn?t even up!?

    She shivered. ?I have trouble staying asleep these days. I feel cold?cold to my bones, and I don?t know why.?

    The ruler of the galaxy gave a hearty laugh. ?Maybe it?s because your hair is soaking wet! You?ll get sick, child.?

    Arya frowned. ?Father, spending two hours in a hot bath followed by a thick fur bathrobe usually makes people die of heat exhaustion.?

    Iaius peered at her robe. ?Isn?t that the one you bought for the trip to the Rebel Hoth base??

    She nodded as she came around to his desk. ?The same. Now feel my arm---see, goosebumps! But the doctors say I?m not sick.?

    The Emperor sighed. ?Arya, what do you want me to do??

    She jutted her lip out, a habit she pulled when her father wouldn?t give her what she wanted. ?Tell me the truth. You suspect something, I know it.?

    He turned his chair away from his desk and towards her. ?Suppose I do. As a responsible father, should I tell you if I suspected something? What if it was something you were better off not hearing??

    She gave him a patient look. Though she could be incredibly childish and cute at times, she also had a great deal of maturity?but children could be surprising.

    ?What you feel is the dark side of the Force.?

    ?The dark side?? she echoed softly.

    He nodded slowly. ?It has very clear signs?and though the source may not always be easy to detect, its presence usually is. It is shadowy, however, which makes the source of its malign influence difficult to detect.?

    ?Is it after me?? Arya asked, her voice small.

    The Emperor shook his in placation. ?No, don?t worry, I don?t imagine it is a threat to you. We?the Knights and I have spoken about it, and they?ve been feeling much the same thing as you have. The dark side is a rising power once more.?
    ?I?m afraid.?

    ?You shouldn?t be?there is nothing to be afraid of, sweetling. Nothing at all?courage in the face of adversity is what characterizes the Imperial House, and that?s what is required. A new Vader?or a Palpatine?could be very dangerous for us, which is why I?ve asked the Knights to look into it. Unfortunately, it may take some time, as their resources are not as extensive as Imperial Intelligence.?

    ?Why not ask Intelligence to help? They?re loyal to our cause, aren?t they??

    Iaius frowned. ?Nominally, they are. The directorship of Intelligence has always been steadfastly loyal to the throne, as well as the Imperial cause. The problem is that?for a time?Imperial Intelligence was under the suzerainty of a dark side adept known as Blackhole. Consequently, I?m unaware how many of his creatures still lie in its organizational bureaucracy. They cannot be trusted?the dark side of the Force corrupts, Arya, and has a strong influence on those in its thrall.?

    Arya was silent for the longest time. ?I want to help.?

    The Emperor blinked. ?What??

    ?I want to help solve this mystery.?

    ?Absolutely not?you?ll stay out of it, and let the Knights carry out their own investigation. I don?t want you interfering, or otherwise cajoling them into bringing you in. Arya, I know you?re good at getting what you want?but not this time.?

    The princess tried a different tack. She had to convince him, but she knew that he would be difficult to budge. ?You could consider it part of my Trials??

    ?Trials!? the Emperor raised a brow. ?You?re only half-trained, you?re not ready for the trials.?

    Arya almost smiled. She had him in a trap now. ?You always told me that I had to be prepared beyond my years, that the throne could fall to me at any time. You?ve said the citizenry was leery of hereditary rule?espec
  17. Zandoran_Celix

    Zandoran_Celix Jedi Knight star 5

    Feb 16, 2005
    OOC; i'll take up my character once more and post later. Seems too much a waste to jsut let it be done.
  18. DarthSeti5

    DarthSeti5 Jedi Knight star 5

    Jan 6, 2001
    OOC: Okay, I am temporarily and unilaterally seizing some control over the Rebel faction (just a little bit) in order to move my character forward. I have no approval for the actions IC in this post, I just did it. I don't think it's too excessive and since my faction is sort of... non-existent, I think this is justified.

    [blockquote]IC: Pax Dellos, Starship Greene

    Communication equals society. If we could not share our thoughts with each other, every man would be an island and progress would last for the lifetime of one being. The Rebel Alliance was, presently, full of many islands. In a war against the most highly organized and connected enemies in the history of the galaxy, this was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing ? the Empire rarely knew what the rebels were planning. A curse ? neither did the rebels themselves.

    The message sent to General Jensen had never made it. Pax was not concerned, these things often happened. But, the War Committee was not so sound in its footing on these issues and Pax tucked the incident away to use in the future as one more piece of ammunition to scare the committee. This had become his life. Frightening others into action. He used to take action, but long ago Pax decided that politics was his life and his purpose. When did I decide to scorn political leadership? Pax wondered. When did I decide that the shadows were my place? I don?t even remember?

    If we do not communicate with ourselves, we are as separated and defeated as societies are. Only worse.

    ?This isn?t working.?

    Selcha Daris, Chairwoman of the War Committee and one of the few realistic senators the rebel alliance had, was not pleased with the war effort. Twice weekly, she met with the Minister of War to discuss policy and strategy and every time Minister Kalcar would ask, ?Why don?t I have more equipment for this struggle?? and Daris would respond, ?I don?t know, but I?ll try and find out and fix it.? But she knew. It was her committee. It was all of the committees. Not that the Alliance had an expansive bureaucracy, but there was still quite a bit of agency loss and both Daris and Pax were becoming disenchanted with the system. This was not how to run a rebellion. Not yet.

    ?I know that, Madam Chairwoman. I just don?t know what to do about it.?

    ?I do.?


    ?? with certain powers in accordance with the Section two duties clauses and to ensure his ability to faithfully execute these abilities. It is therefore the decision of this committee that such a position does now exist, under our Article two powers and privileges, and as Co-Chairs of the Combined Intelligence and War Committee, we have recommended and approved War Committee Chief of Staff Pax Dellos to become the first High Commissioner of War for the Alliance to Restore the Republic. May we know peace in our time,? Selcha Daris finished before the small committee in the dark room, mere days after her conversation with Dellos.

    Used only for the most secret and dangerous legislation, the CIWC was all-powerful in its ability to regulate the functioning of war (the specific details and budgets were handled by the separate, lesser committees). Policy and planning for grand strategy was funneled through this room and high-level appointments and secret missions were doled out here. This time, though, the CIWC overstepped its bounds. Or it may have. It could indeed create positions and did indeed make appointments to some of them, but never before had the committee created such a powerful position.

    The last position the CIWC had created with Deputy Under-Minister of War for Postal Operations ? the guy who made sure the mail arrived to the soldiers ? and the Minister had statutory authority to nominate his choice and the decision was made by the full War committee (not the six beings on the CIWC). ?High Commissioner? was a new animal completely. Empowered as a counselor to the Alliance (only a few of these positions exist and most of them are high e
  19. Jace_Halycron

    Jace_Halycron Jedi Padawan star 4

    Jul 5, 2001
    I am returned unto you, infidels.
    [blockquote]Class: Warrior
    Name: J'aac Domain Halikron
    Gender: Male
    Age: 34 infidel years
    Species: Yuuzhan Vong
    Homeworld: Domain Halikron Worldship
    Spoken Language: Yuuzhan Vong
    Other Languages: Basic

    ---Height: 6'8"
    ---Eye Color: Orange
    ---Hair/Fur Color: Bald
    ---Skin Color: Pale gray
    ---Clothing: Crimson-black Vonduun crab armor
    ---Other: Domain Halikron scars along jawbones, broken nose, shoulder pauldrons, command cloak

    Personality: Impatient, cold, calculating, vengeful... the perfect warrior.
    Habits: Picking scabs, bathes a great deal.
    Likes: Jikala Domain Hul, his creche brothers (Shok and Riinor), combat, cleansing baths.
    Dislikes: Infidels, being left to wait
    Talents: All aspects of combat - hand to hand, armed, tactics, command.
    Weakness: Forbidden relationship with Jikala Domain Hul, Priest of Yun-Yammka; his own arrogance.
    Limitations: Lacks Force-attunement, Yuuzhan Vong xenophobia, and hatred of mecha-technology
    Racial Attributes: Yuuzhan Vong strength and physical prowess, Xenophobia

    Affiliation: Yuuzhan Vong
    ---Rank: For now it shall be Supreme Commander, until Yun says otherwise
    ---Branch: Yuuzhan Vong Warrior caste
    ---Station: Kor'chok command cruiser Solus Altissima
    ---Unit: Altissima Battle Group
    ---Position: Battle Group Commander
    ---Primary Weapons: Amphistaff and coufee.

    Personal Ship
    ---Name: Solus Altissima
    ---Model: Kor'chok command cruiser
    ---Accessories: The usual Yuuzhan Vong amentities - Embrace of Pain, cleansing chambers, lots and lots of coralskippers.

    Background: J'aac Domain Halikron, eldest of three creche brothers to the Domain Halikron creche family, was trained from birth to be foremost among his brethern. He excelled early on in the combat arts - he seemed born to end lives. He rose through the Yuuzhan Vong rank structure during the migration to GFFA, and carried the rank of Supreme Commander upon invasion.
    Early on arrival in the GFFA, a new priest was assigned to the Solus Altissima, and during a cleansing session, J'aac fell for this new priest, Jikala Domain Hul. Since their initial affair, J'aac and Jikala have kept their tryst secret from all but strive to someday rise above their heresy and bond. In the interim, they meet as often as possible and both realize the potential disaster that could befall them if their relationship were to become public.
    Cleansing Chambers aboard the Solus Altissima

    This place was quiet. It was quiet and it was dimmly-lit. There was no roar of mechanical engines or unnatural lighting, only the sounds of water running and the dim light of lambents. Fully submerged within a cleansing pool, an abnormally tall Yuuzhan Vong warrior held his breath beneath the murky fluid. His orange eyes flicked open every few moments, never trusting the viscious water to conceal him even in his most private of sanctums. Satisfied that he would not be disturbed, J'aac Domain Halikron closed his eyes and released a throaty sigh from his watery bed.
    Many long minutes later, he rose from the fluid and stretched to his full height. Clad in only a crimson red leather loincloth, J'aac was otherwise naked but a sight to behold. Every inch of his faded body rippled with muscularity and was marred by dark tattoos. His face was a garrish canvas of scars - as if some artist had attacked the warrior with a scalpel. But unknown to all others, each scar carried a deep meaning to J'aac.

    A noise - rubbery sounding but brief - summoned the warrior's wits to him and the muscles in his upper body tenses for battle. Ever the seasoned combatant, J'aac's paranoia was never far from the surface. His alertness proved overreaction when he regarded the origin of the noise. Lithe and beautiful - as far as J'aac was concerned - Jikala Domain Hul entered in a feathery wisp of a shimmersilk robe. Opake in all but the areas required for modesty, her teal skin shimmered beneath the silk. Her dark hair was secured in a tai
  20. CmdrMitthrawnuruodo

    CmdrMitthrawnuruodo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Jul 1, 2000
    Darth Stygius

    [blockquote]Cinnagar, Empress Teta System

    The Dark Lord of Darkness descended the metallic ramp and onto one of many landing platforms in the Coruscant-like capital city of Empress Teta (or Cinnagar to the locals). Upon his arrival, docking droids quickly went about their duties to refuel and prep the stolen vessel for departure as he had requested. The black robed man strode past living maintenance workers who had been milling about, enjoying either their lunch or break or discussing the latest smashball matches. The darkness that radiated from the menacing figure engulfed the two workers who had gotten out of his way and whatever they had been discussing quickly turned into a heated argument.

    Lord Stygius paid no heed to the pettiness of the mortals around him. His attention was focused on the objects his mind and heart were intent on reclaiming. He felt their presence throughout the entire galaxy, knew exactly where each one was located or a general idea where to begin the hot and cold search for them. This particular object he was currently hunting now consisted of two bracers, one for each of his forearms. Without them, he would be a beacon to all, friend and foe alike. Also without them, he would corrupt everything that came across his path, leaving behind a trail of greed, hatred, anger, darkness and murderous intent. A trail that could be easily followed by anyone, either Jedi or mortal.

    A trail he did not want to leave behind unintentionally, especially if he wanted his three thousand year old plans to come to fruition.

    The argument he had left behind quickly turned deadly as one of the port workers swung a tool at his buddy. Stygius paused for a moment to watch and revel in the energies of hatred and darkness permeating off the workers. He did not stay long when the fight began to attract other attention. Through the Force he felt the death of one of the port workers and heard the shouting and struggling of other people trying to stop a murderer from continuing to bash the dead man?s body or kill others. Things like this are what Stygius wanted to avoid the most until he was prepared for the consequences.

    The Sith Lord marched out of the port and onto the walkways of Cinnagar where somewhere in the city his bracers awaited him.[/blockquote]

    TAG: Jello, Jedi, etc
  21. Winged_Jedi

    Winged_Jedi Jedi Master star 4

    Feb 28, 2003
    OOC: I haven't posted at all here since my character sheet so you'll probably have guessed I'm out, but I'd better make it official just in case. Sorry, though as I never got round to posting I doubt it makes much difference anyway.
  22. cavalier_one

    cavalier_one Jedi Master star 4

    May 21, 2001
    Hey guys - DS5 tipped me off to this restart, and it sounds like fun. So here's my profile;

    Class: Noble/ soldier
    Name: Erias Delmion
    Nickname: The Old Man
    Gender: Male
    Age: Early forties
    Species: Human
    Homeworld: Ralltiir
    Spoken Language: Basic
    Other Languages: Bothan, Shyriiwook, Sullustan

    ---Height: Six foot
    ---Eye Color: Pale blue
    ---Hair Color: Dark brown
    ---Skin Color: White
    ---Clothing: Utilitarian clothing cut along military lines, long coat
    ---Other: Scar from edge of left eye down to cheek

    Personality: Taciturn, serious, cunning
    Habits: Smoking cigarras
    Likes: Music
    Dislikes: Oppression
    Talents: Gifted strategist, competent musician
    Weakness: Sometimes sees situations in terms of results rather than people, Corellian Whisky
    Limitations: No Force, artificial left knee restricts movement slightly

    Affiliation: Rebellion
    ---Rank: Sector Commander
    ---Branch: Armed Forces
    ---Unit: Sector Forces
    ---Position: Sector Commander
    ---Primary Weapons: Twin custom-modified blaster pistols

    Personal Ship
    ---Name: Wyvern
    ---Model: Heavily modified Ghtroc 720 freighter
    ---Accessories: Situation room, command and control suite

    The Force:
    ---Yes or No?: No

    Born to wealthy merchant bankers, Erias Delmion enjoyed the benefits of a good education, until the outbreak of the Clone Wars pressed the young man into military service. Serving with the Ralltiiri Defence Force for the war, Delmion showed an aptitude for command and tactical planning. Delmion participated in police actions against identified Separatist agents, and gained a first hand knowledge of military tactics and procedure. Following the end of the war, Delmion left the service, and using money granted to him by his parents (from a trust fund), started up a business that attempted to assist planets devastated by the war by rebuilding their military infrastructure.

    Unfortunately, this brought him to the attention of the Empire, who ordered him to stop his activities. Delmion, seeing that the Empire didn?t want planets with well developed military forces to oppose them decided he wanted nothing to do with a government that oppressed the people. Taking his ship and several employees, he left for Wild Space and run a successful trading company for many years. However, when word of Ralltiir?s brutal subjugation reached him, he returned to the Core and joined the nascent Rebel Alliance, using his skills and knowledge to quickly move through the ranks.

    Any objections? My character is designed to be a Commander of a Sector Force, emcompassing army, navy and intelligence units. If the Rebellion leader could PM me and give me some resources along these lines, and some territories to conduct operations from (not sure what planets the Rebellion controls/ operates on), I do my best to take the war to the Empire.

    BTW, anyone seen my JSD? Sure I had one parked in a thread around here somewhere [face_mischief]
  23. DarthSeti5

    DarthSeti5 Jedi Knight star 5

    Jan 6, 2001
    OOC: cavalier--what's say we put your force to work together? I'm conducting a reconnaissance mission and you could be the military force behind it. And perhaps we could put together some kind of intelligence scheme as well now that I think of it? ;)

    Could a GM perhaps approve some force for cavalier (buddy, you should probably come up with something that sounds appropriate for the era and PM it to Jello as a neutral GM?we?ll figure out a ship apportionment system sometime soon [maybe]). And I?ll PM you some more details on my little plan.

    ~ DS5
  24. cavalier_one

    cavalier_one Jedi Master star 4

    May 21, 2001

    IC - Commander Erias Delmion
    Sentinel Station

    [blockquote]Sitting alone in the darkened confines of his office, Erias Delmion watched the flickering screens in front of him. Information flowed across them - reports, supply requisitions, updates and intelligence reports. And this was barely a tenth of the information that flowed into the Sector Nexus - this was just what the analysts had pegged for his personal attention.

    Increases in Imperial recruitment numbers. Prices on even basic commodities - commodities badly needed by the Alliance - rising due to threat of war. Requisition from The Forge for more raw materials. And now, reports of a new force in the Outer Rim Territories. As if he didn't have enough to deal with.

    Sometimes, it felt he was the only one fighting the war. An unfair statement, considering the thousands - possibly millions - of personnel under his command, each laying their lives on the line day after day. But, he considered, a true enough reflection of his feelings at the moment.

    Stifling a yawn, he pushed himself away from the screens and stood up, stretching and popping his back muscles. Deep fatigue had set in - he wasn't sleeping enough, he knew. Maybe Doctor Vasdain could prescribe something . . .

    Without thinking, his hands automatically located his pack of cigarras and lit one. Taking a deep draw on it, he left his office and headed down the central corridor to the War Room. Dominated by a three-dimensional representation of the galaxy in the centre, the War Room - also known as the Tactical Planning Center, or "The Game Room" - tracked the progression of the war, and the distribution of personnel and resources. Standing around the projector were his senior staff - good beings all of them. Trustworthy and competant. He wouldn't have it any other way.

    "Morning, everyone; at ease," he said, knowing full well that they were actually several levels below at ease. A few half-hearted chuckles ran round the room - it was an old joke, and was said more for tradition than for humour. "General house-keeping first, then the important stuff . . ."

    Delmion carried on for an hour, relaying important reminders and notices to his staff. The "house-keeping" was exactly that - these instructions would keep the Sector running, but not necessarily win the war.

    "Which brings us to the important stuff. It's time to step-up our campaigns. Relay to all commands - we are upgrading to Stage Two, effective immediately. All Sector Forces and mobile units to submit plans and readiness evaluations for full approvals before commencing. And lastly, keep your eyes and ears open, and for frak's sake - be careful out there. Dismissed - Major Faltonni, stay please."

    As the staff filed out, intent on their tasks, one man detached himself from the group and came forward, joining his commander. Powerfully built, Faltonni was, nonetheless, nondescript. People had trouble remembering him, and he was adept at both combat and infiltration. A natural choice to lead Alpha Squad, the first of Delmion's Special Operations Commando Units.

    "There's something else - something troubling in the Outer Rim. Intelligence is sketchy at best, but it points to a force of alien origin. That's all we know."

    Faltonni nodded. "You want me and the boys to check it out?"

    "Not yet. But I want your team on Level Two alert, ready to move at a moment's notice. Stay frosty and alert."

    "Yes, Sir."

    "Good. Dismissed."

    As Faltonni left, Delmion turned his attention to the map. Red markers for Rebel territories. Blue for Imperial. Yellow denoted neutral, like Hutt Space. Delmion's attention to the far edge of the galaxy, where reports were placing this new threat.

    How long, he wondered, before I have to order a new threat colour for this board?[/blockquote]

    Tag: DS5 - let's get the ball rolling, old friend . . .
  25. DarthSeti5

    DarthSeti5 Jedi Knight star 5

    Jan 6, 2001
    [blockquote]IC: High Commissioner Pax Dellos, Aboard the Nebulon-B frigate Rebel Reprisal
    ?His name is Erias Delmion, and? uh? he?s a man,? Pax?s new aide said, looking up from his datapad, a slightly defeated look on his face.



    ?? what could that possibly have to do with anything, Michael?? Pax said, a bit exasperated.

    ?It?s? that?s all there is in the file on him, sir. And it?s??

    ?Oh come on, Michael, that?s just not possible. It has his rank doesn?t it??

    ?It?s just that, I?m? well, no, not his current rank, he?s still listed as a starship captain, but?? the young aide said, clearly trying to steer the conversation in another direction.

    ?This is exactly what I?m talking about,? Pax continued. ?This information asymmetry will be the death of us. Michael, I?m sorry, have you been trying to say something??

    ?Well? yes, sir, actually.?

    ?Well, what is it??

    ?My name is Justin.?


    After soothing over the mistake, Pax walked the new aide through some information combing techniques for filling in the gaps in these reports. Dellos enjoyed the process of teaching new aides. He had not had a real aide in about four years. Since he gave up his position as a Director. Much had changed since then, yet so much remained the same.

    Upon review Commander Delmion?s file, Pax decided. This was the right officer for his project. Perhaps for many projects.


    [blockquote]TO: Erias Delmion

    FR: Pax Dellos, High Commissioner for War

    CC: Selcha Daris, Chairwoman, War Committee

    EN: Triple Aleph-3, War Committee Clearance

    RE: Request a meeting between the two of us

    You must be quizzical about my title. Several weeks ago, the Combined Intelligence and War Committee created this position as a bridge between the civilian and military leadership especially concerning the committees. Think of me as a kind of inspector general, but with some authority to direct operations in the field.

    Upon a review of your record, I have come to the conclusion that you are one of the Alliance?s more competent officers and I would like to meet with you to discuss a few of the military issues arising in this new environment. With the increasing threat of the Empire and a rather stagnant Alliance response, I would like to begin considering some operations and strategies that could be implemented in order to cement our own authority out on the Rim. Naturally, your tactical experience will be appreciated in these discussions.

    Also, I would like to speak with you about the possibility of taking a portion of your forces into the hinterlands of the Outer Rim to perform a discovery for the War committee and the Minister himself concerning the possibility of a new presence in the region. Perhaps you have some individual intelligence about this threat. The War committee has reason to believe that the reports are credible (a Mon Calamari detachment reported to us directly). I have suspicions ? the Empire may be trying to cause a stir in the area. In any case, it is my duty to find out and I hope you will be able to aid me and the Alliance.

    I await your response. I am presently in command of a detached frigate and can meet at a time and place your find convenient.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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