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"Nyet." Mitth replied, shaking his head. "First the money than the datacard."
"There are a couple of Sith here. One's a trainer, the other is a Genesii. First off, the hardend Genesii dislike me. I feel their contempt, like I can see the color red. But as for that, I'm not worried about these Sith...I can deal with them, they're confidence will be their undoing. Secondly, I'm sorry if I implied that Kane Lavos had plans to murder me. I do know, however, that he does not like me, and would not mind seeing me die...I understand your father's position, and I understand the twisted logic that he pulls around himself to justify what he is doing."
Jai looked at Pierce
"As you wish Pierce, I do beleive that you can handle yourself. I would also like you to know, my father owes you no ill will, I guarantee that."
"Jai, I do not sense malace from you. It might be because of your relationship to the Director of intellegence, and the training that you must have gone through to hold that position, but I believe that you are genuine. Your father plans to wipe out countless life forms on a self-quest of peace. What he seeks is not peace, Every one in one room agrees if there is only one person in it."
Jai looked thoughtful. Pierce continued
" I don't know what is going to happen in the next few days, but I have sensed an impass in the Force. Somthing big will happen, and it will change the lives of many, and perhaps the fate of the Galaxy."
All of Cast's Crushers, minus the third and the first fleet orbited the Planet. Continuous training had evolved the former LEC fleetmembers into a fine force. These men became proud of themselves, felt good about the job they were doing, and were immensely glad that they had Joined the Alliance. Most of them admitted now that they were full members of the Alliance, requesting not just an honorary rank, but a full fledged membership in the elite forces under Admiral Gerul Cast.
Ex-LEC Base, outside Mon Calamari system
for the past several weeks, the crew on the station had been rigging it for hyperspace. The hulks that once were Imperial Star Destroyers were attached to the hull, and also ready to jump. Within moments, the station left the orbit of the asteroid that it was attached to, and jumped to hyperspace, along with the 1st fleet of Cast's Crushers.
OOC: PoT: How exactly do I reply to your tag?
"I don't trust him," Syra Jello said flatly.
"Nonsense, dear. He cannot do anything aside from what I have ordered him. That's the way he's been genetically programmed."
"But he attacked me," Shawna said emphatically.
Emperor Jello dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand, "He was training you. While the Dark Lord may be a bit rough, it is only for the better. You need not worry about it."
Syra still had reason to worry, but once Jello's mind was made up, it was impossible to change it.
She would still train with Vader, at least for the time being./>
The coralskippers swooped in and destroyed the outpost. They continued destroying structures until they finaly realized that the planet was empty of infidels. Only the automated guns fired and were soon silenced.
"Sir all infidel ground forces have retreated," the Sub-Commander told, "Only a few hundred of them remain."
"Cowards," was the Commander's reply. "Have the second fleet expand their dovin basal mine laying to the outer rim of this sytem. It's our's now. I want the carriers to launch their dropships. Ground forces are to clear the planet of infidels and of their machinery. Once the planet is cleared of infidels have the shapers deploy our structures and capture any creature worth shaping. Let us begin the occupation of Carida."
OOC: Carida belongs to the Yuuzhan Vong now.
The Emperor's Hand arrived back her ship and prepared it for immediate departure. When it was ready, she engaged the cloaking and shot out of the system, bound for the Capital
Seismic charges were placed at crucial points across the foundations of the gothic and imposing Imperial Palace by Intel agents./>
There she was again. Vader had not expected her to return for training after her experience the last time, but she had returned.
He decided to begin the lesson right away, again explaining to her the technique Enhance Senses.
"I cannot teach you any more until you can handle a lightsaber."
The Empress blinked, "But I have a lightsaber. I'm not afraid to try."
The woman was daring, but ultimately foolish. She ignited her sky-blue blade, and stood in a fairly rough semblance of a ready position.
Vader likewise ignited his own blade and angled the tip to point at her chest, the classic en garde used by Jedi and fencers alike.
She swung at his head, a feint, and twisted the blade to his side. His Master Defense stance blocked the simple technique with a turn of the wrist. The woman was a terrible fighter. He used Telepathy to summon a clone to the chamber. She would then learn fighting. But for now...
Vader used Master Speed, along with his most fluid swordsmanship to utterly destroy Syra Jello. He was aiming not for her body, but her blade--and scored hit after hit. After less than a minute of futile defense, she raised a hand to signal the stop of the exercise.
She was exhausted, and Vader had an opening. He used See Force to determine if she had any mental barriers in place, and to isolate them. He used a Mind Trick to keep her skill, and placed his hands on her temple. He Drained Knowledge of Emperor Jello's secrets and weaknesses, along with information of coming operations that his wife was aware of.
He shook her roughly to snap her out of her daze, and informed her that training was over for the day. He wasn't teaching her very well, but that was the entire point.
He went back to his meditation chamber for a session of Heal Self, then extended his senses to the ship. He saw that Syra Jello was blissfully unaware of Vader's intrusion, and continued to perform services for the Emperor. He also saw one presense that wasn't doing what it was supposed to...
By then the training clone had arrived. He had decided to forego lightsaber fighting, and concentrate on the Force. The clone's Telepathic attacks on Vader were blunted by his Force Defense while an intense combination of Telepathic assaults and Lightning accidentally killed the clone.
Vader shrugged. All the more power to him.
Now it was time to see what this clone of the Empress was up to.
OOC: I've gotta keep this short and sweet. I don't have much time online.
IC as Grand Moff Toma Tu'kla aboard the Xiytair-class Transport, Queen of Blades - 2 Light Years from Gyndine
Tu'kla received the high priority signal from Admiral Rogriss. He contacted the fleet groups and told them to jump to Kamino
Ghast, if I don't post the ships arriving at Kamino tomorrow by 2:00 PM, Australian Eastern Standard Time, you have full control over the ships/characters in those fleets. Because from that time until about 6:00 PM AEST Sunday, the nearest computer with internet access will be a good 50 klicks away.
And one last thing, don't kill Toma />/>
Thok opens up the communications with the communications link with the rouge squadron. "Capt. Nabarrie[sp], give us a damage report stat."
Jai knew that Pierce was a powerful Jedi, an unknown quanitity in the war to come.
He also knew, that if Lavos saw it as expident, he might just sign off the warrant to kill him. If it 'suited' his ends, or if he needed a hostage to escape...
Jai would prevent it. Pierce did not deserve death.
Bowing to the Jedi, he left and retreated to the fighting studio. Picking up the Vibro-Staff, he spun it smartly, and gestured the Genesii foward.
One thing father will not count on...is my expertise in battle.
"Teach me, my fathers monster. Teach me what you will, or I will slay thee."
The Genesii smiled, and leapt foward.
5 minutes later, Jai threw the staff to the ground and smiled, cracking his neck. "Not bad. You made me sweat."
Walking away, he retreated down the corridor, and into the night of Byss.
The shuttle pulled into the queue, and the gathered men and women prayed to whatever Gods they worshiped.
Keying the comm, the leader - a verpine - hissed into the speaker. "I have a shipssss full of Refugeeee'sss...We request landing rights, and acesss to a diplomatic hostelllll"
TAG: NR, also, DF info from what was observed en route.
Vice Admiral P'oth looked over his fleet from the bridge of his ISDII. The fleet had grown larger since the addition of three escort sized vessels and 20 frieghters. The Contents of these frieghters was substantial, coolant and repair parts...very needed today in the Alliance.
P'oth got the message from Gerul Cast.
We have hypered the base out, and have reverted in our new location. Bring the fleet of Cargo ships here, as well as yourselves.
P'oth ordered his subordinates to rig the ship for hyperspace...in ten minutes, they were off.
Coronet City, Corellia
"Very well," Fett said as he motioned for Yun-Harla to open the case. She did so and set it on a crate to allow Mitth to inspect the case.
As Mitth came forward to inspect the case, Yun-Yuuzhan utilized his speed to bring his bowcaster to bear, while Boba Fett swung up his blaster. Both were set to stun, and both fired at nearly the same time*
OOC: Don't know if I can do this or not but I'm posting it anyway.
Jerat an Intelligence agent for the Empire was now assigned, to shadow the Chiss. He has been following the Chiss for some time, using his experience as a spy to avoid detection. His job was originally to be the Chiss hidden protection until he leaves Corellia. But now after finding out from his informants that he was selling information. Jerat is now his assassin.
After following Mitth to some location, Jerat tried to comm in back-up but all of the agents were busy with other assignments, he was on his own. He entered the nearest building and headed to the roof to get a pretty good view of any activity where Mitth was. After setting himself up and looking through the scope of the rifle, he waited. He did not have to wait for long, two being approached the chiss with a case. One was the hunter Boba Fett and the other it seemed to be a Wookie. Jerat readied himself to take out Mitth and the other two, he set his rifle from single fire mode to rapid. But all plans changed the two beings shot down the Chiss. And Jerat proceed to fire...
By now the Caridan system was in full Yuuzhan Vong control. The few remaining infidels were moved into slave camps, many infidel structures were razed, damutek's were placed all over the country side, and over an area where a major infidel base once stood, a huge structure towered. It was the citadel, the command center of the Yuuzhan Vong occupation forces.
From inside there, Commander Fenix Darrk ordered the construction of defenses and other details of the occupation. Hangars, troop training facilities, fortifications, and shaping facilities were built. In a few days Carida would be heavily fortified gainst attacks.
*Sitting at Ossus...*
Supervising the finished touches of grafting the two Matalok cruisers to the Vua'spar interdictor, Commander Riinor Halycron nodded his consent.
At the far edge of his Iris League task force formation, two of his A-vek Iiluunu fighter carrier frigates shot fifteen probes off to lightspeed.
A short distance away, Mon Calamari would be picking up blips on their sensors. Strangely reminiscent of asteroids entering the system, the probes would use their long-distance gravitic sensors to scout weaponry on the shipyards, the planet itself, and all orbital defense ships; including those grappled to the shipyards.
TAG: NEW REPUBLIC
DFs for Mon Calamari, please./>
Mon Calamari--I don't know about the defensive fleets, but Cast's Crushers are...
2nd Fleet= Vice Admiral Myrna Dubrovick
2 ISD III
2 Neb B2
3 Corellian Gunships
6 Nova Cruisers
Un Fleeted ships orbiting with the Docks.
20 ISD II
3 MC 90
5 Hapan Battle Dragons
326 Tie Defender squadrons
These are JUST the ships under my direct command...There are also the Defensive ships, and the ships that have been newly commissioned.
Emperor Jello entered the bridge holopod. An image of Thrawn appeared before him, "Your Majesty, the fleet elements near Gyndine have jumped out of the area, and their course is consistant with Kamino."
"Very well. Keep in contact." without further word, Jello cut the transmission.
"Alert all commands, set us to Yellow Alert. I want Batch's armada cloaked, and in a cover position. Interdictor cruisers are to form a hemisphere in the middle of the fleet and project wells at reflexive points."
He sat down unto his command chair. He has isolated any possible approach by enemy forces to three possible vectors, two of which were covered by Royal Mandate, and one was held by the cloaked armada.
OOC: My cloaked fleet is undetectable by all possible forms, I assure you of that. Also, you could not have gotten knowledge of the cloaked fleet from Civé or Zaarin.
Civé never knew of the fleet, and Zaarin had all transmissions jammed at that point.
Coronet City, Corellia
He didn't know what hit him. One minute he was selling the datacard and inspecting the money, the next he heard stun bolt fire and felt his body spin around to ground. The world of darkness reached out for him with tendrals of black, wrapping around his consciousness and prone body until he saw nor felt anything.
Mitth's body twitched uncontrollably for several seconds before finally settling still. He appeared to be another dead corpse, another unfortunate victim, but his shallow breathing was the only sign of him being alive.
TAG: Yun and Theron
Bravo's Pride rocketed out of hyperspace, the last hyperspace jump she would do under the controls of Jason Bravo. With a "fixed" idnifier code, that switched its name from Bravo's Pride to Corellia's Son, Bravo sure hoped everything went to plan. He commed the traffic control, with a changed voice tone and signture.
Bravo: "Corellian Control, this is Corellia's Son, requesting permission to land."
Booster, waiting for the reply, sat quietly. His daughter was safe, with family members, and he, was alone in his command chamber. Everyone was gone. The minning supplies and equipment were stored away on the cargo ships, for shipment to the New Republic's capital world. The only thing that remained, was a old, rusty, beat up, QX7 Factory Station. Soon, it would be just let alone, able to drift in the endless night, endless area, endless loneleness of space. What remained of Bravo's old fleet was perpared to hyper out, on Booster's command.
Booster: "What a life. I come out of hinding, I aid a good man with a good cause, and now, everything is just fallen apart. Maybe, its my time to go. With my friend Talon Karrde dead, and almost everyone else I know, dead, its just me. My daughter would be better off with out me." He said to himself, quietly, as he was alone on a ghost station.
Booster gave a long stare at the DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol that lay on his desk, his empty desk.
Coronet City, Corellia
*Mitth fell to the ground and blaster bolts rained as an unveiled assassin fired upon Yun-Yuuzhan and Boba Fett. The first few bolts grazed the two or hit the ground, doing no damage. Fett immediately switched his blaster to kill as Yun lifted his hand to deflect as many oncoming bolts as possible. As soon as Fett had sighted the gunman, he took aim and fired*
Imperial Refueling Depot 1034-54 Alpha
Captain Numenor sat on the Bridge of the Victory Star Destroyer Numenor. Her crew around her were ready for the battle. Signaling to her comm officer, a channel was opened to the Imperial ships.
"This is Captain Numenor. Your ships are out gunned, resistance is futile. Power down and prepare to be boarded. Resist and we kill you. Surrender and we spare you. We only want your equipment."
The response came quickly. "Come and get us Rebel scum! This is an Imperial Depot, you are not welcome here. Prepare to eat vacume."
Numenor frowned. Imperial arrogance could really get on her nerves sometimes. These ships were outgunned almost 2 to 1 yet they persisted to believe they were invincible. She turned to her tactical officer.
"Send in the X-Wings and Headhunters. They can mop up the TIEs then begin torpedoing the Golan platform. Bring us around to the Capital ships along with the Assult Frigates and blast their shields down, then ION cannon them.Then proceed to disable the station. As soon as we are within range, send in the boarding parties to the depot."
Needless to say, the battle was short lived. The Lancer and Carracks put up a valiant fight, but it was futile. The Lancer was disabled quickly, and the Carracks lasted a few seconds longer. Unfortunetly the weak shielding around the reactors took too many hits and buckled, the Carracks blowing to bits.
The 5 X-Wing squadrons and 3 Headhunter squadrons plowed through the 4 squads of TIEs, taking only minor losses. Next they ran torpedo runs on the single Golan platform, pummeling it until the Capital ships could disable it.
As soon as the fighter threat was eliminated, Sentinal class landing craft, captured at the battle of Lianna were deployed. The station's personel attempted to jettison the fuel on station, but once the shuttles boarded, the leak was quickly repaired, only half of the fuel was lost. 15 minutes later, the supplies were secure, and the Imperials subdued. Tugs were dispatched from the Orthanc and docked to the Golan platform. The Morian Assullt frigates clamped on to the Lancer with docking clamps. All personel were transfered to the refueling depot, and the cargo from the depot transfered to the golan. 1 hour later after the Golan platform was thouroughtly searched, the Morian fleet jumped into hyperspace, with their prize.
OOC: OK, instead of typing basically the same battle up twice, since I had two similar fleets attacking identical targets, both battles will have same results.
2 Golan I Space Platforms
2 Lancer Frigates
Variety of missiles
Spare Star Destoyer parts
Spare TIE parts
EDIT: spelled Lancer wrong
IC: Lost planet
"Hyperdrive's fixed," Juren announced. "Let's get outta here."
"Righto," Kenman and Temis both replied. They clambered aboard the Rider after the Jedi had said his goodbyes.
The ship blasted off from the planet and jumped into hyperspace, bound for Eriadu. It was moving at half flank speed to prevent any more transit disasters.
IC: Asinowei Torinth: Sylan Base Level 4
This was more than inconvenient, it was simply annoying. Asinowei paced back and forth before her desk, which was becoming cluttered with reports, project layouts, and schematics. She could not decide whether she was horrified, furious, or intrigued by the latest events. Eriadu, especially, was a growing concern in her mind.
Walking behind her desk, Asinowei opened a small drawer, "I need a drink." She filled the glass close to the brim and sank down into her chair. Staring into oblivion, the lidless ebony of space weighed heavily on her eyes. Minutes past before she could break away from the darkness. Finishing up her drink, she gave a reassuring nod.
"Level 5. That is where we will work."
IC: Polyneye hospital
"Alright, alright. Hold on one second - I need to scan you, to make sure your not carrying any harmful stuff." Since Dare Hajik was clad in only a hospital gown, anything he was carrying would have to be inside - like a virus. Bond did a quick external search and then ran the scanner, which was fine-tuned to pick up ANY foreign particles or lifeforms, or anything out of the ordinary, over Hajik's body. ((And PoT, viruses ARE particles. ))
He then looked over to the doctor. "Do you think he's well enough to leave?"
TAG: Director PoT. Something smells fishy about this, Director. If this guy's carrying ANYTHING that could be used as a weapon (bioweapons, radiation, your gym socks, whatever) you better declare it now. And yes, I'm paranoid.
IC: Olympus Station, Low Orbit over Eriadu
"Senator Baksool, a message from Director Torinth of NRNAS," an aide looked up.
The Mon Calamari senator, who was a member of the ultrasecretive Security Council, looked at the datapad. Something about the plague infesting Mon Cal and other worlds and that she might have a cure. It also had requests for more samples and materials.
Senator Baksool asked the Security Council for permission to send Director Torinth the supplies ((5 hosts/subjects)). The Council agreed and the freighter with the subjects went off to the rendezvous point.
TAG: Director Nord (you can take it from here)
IC: Congressional Chambers, Olympus Station
There were many things to discuss today.
A month ago, the Congress had voted in new security procedures, especially those surrounding spaceports. Now, with martial law implemented, the Congress agreed to have military oversee spaceports. While the government ran as usual, the military would have much more presence on the various worlds of the Republic.
Both houses voted in the new procedures, which went as follows: Full quarantine and decon, followed by debriefing by Intel. All transport to and from said planets is to be restricted to those who have been throughly tested (for pathogens, weapons, radioactive materials, and other bad stuff).
This would apply to all member worlds.
Next item: There were plagues on Eriadu and Sullust. The Senators and Assemblers agreed to have a quarantine implemented. The sick would be herded into special areas, which were shielded to contain the sickness and keep it from spreading. Security on those and other worlds rose significantly, largely due to the widespread but very understandable paranoia regarding disease. Assurances went out that the NR's top scientists were working 24-7 (so to speak) on a cure.
Next item: The Commercial Militaries Act, suggested by Senator Hak Dijoris of Eriadu and seconded both in the Senate by numerous Senators and in the General Assembly by numerous Assemblers, was approved by majority vote. It went as follows:
1. A standard ratio was set up as the legal limits on weaponry on any privately owned ship. The ratio is 1:6; a private ship can only have 1 weapon (i.e. torpedo launchers, turbolasers) for every 6 on a standard NR military weapon of the same size or class. The ratio is 1:4 for "semi-weapons" such as tractor beams and shield generators.
2. Companies and their facilities would have to be located on New Republic planets or at least an NR system, and must rely on local security (all of which is NR-endorsed/approved). This would eliminate any excuses for private militaries.
3. Commercial convoys can not maintain commercial fleets for protection and must purchase the services of Republic Navy vessels for escorting duty. The fees are charged fairly based on cargo and destination, and the size of the escort the company desires.
4. No private ship over 600 m in length may carry weapons.
5. If a ship were to be found in violation of these laws they would be impounded, stripped of weapons, and the owner heavily fined if not jailed.
These rules applied to all of NR space.
IC - TAV VEROYN : WARHAWK
High Admiral Veroyn stood on the bridge of the Warhawk casting his gaze over the young officers in the pit stations.
So young . . .
"Are all commands ready?" Veroyn asked a pit officer.
"Aye, Sir. Phoenix One and Two ready, Wounded Tiger is in position. Phoenix Command is prepared as per your order."
Veroyn gazed at the stars, realising with somber reflection that it could be the last time he appreciated the view. It was a sobering thought, but Veroyn had long dedicated his life to service, and if he was to die this day, then so be it. He had recorded on last message for his fiancee, and it waited at Defender, ready to be sent if he didn't return.
"Veroyn to Phoenix Command. Prepare to jump in three minutes. Phoenix One and Two, stay on station, and wait for the Dawn Signal. Wounded Tiger stand ready for Yavin Signal."
Confirmations pinged throughout the bridge as the commands reported in.
The seven ships of Phoenix Command jumped to the edge of the Byss system. Without prior tactical reconnaissance, they had no idea of what awaited them, but they knew that all along. The seven ships arrayed themselves in a defensive formation, with the Battle of Yavin at the rear. The fleet had shields raised, but their weapons were not active.
Veroyn looked to his comm officer. "Send the signal to Battle of Yavin. Enact Phase One, then Phase Two ASAP, then encrypt and tranmsit Yavin Signal."
Veroyn watched as his officer worked, then requested an open comm to the Imperial forces in system.
"Imperial Command, this is New Republic Delegation. We have come to discuss the terms of our . . . unconditional surrender. We approached with weapons down as a show of respect and humility."
Veroyn awaited the response.
Tag: bterrik, then PoT
Ships at Byss
Modified ISD II Warhawk
DSD Terminal Velocity
Modified Strike Cruiser Battle of Yavin
2 ISD IIs