SWRPF Archive Yuuzhan'tar: The Yuuzhan Vong Homeworld

IC Dajiri and Tariin Yim

Nervously and slowly, Dajiri lands the x-wing outside the citadel, pops the hatch open, pulls the pipe out from under the seat. Finaly, she jumps down into the foliage, only to hear a rustle some ways off. After a moment of keen listening, is sure she hears a person. Just seconds later, a male Yuuzhan Vong pokes his head out of the bushes.

"Dajiri?" Tariin Yim asks, looking her straight in the eye. She nods. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you at the damutek? What's going on?"

"No time to explain," she replies. "I just need you to get me into the citadel."

"Anything for my little sister," Tariin replies, and off they stalk.

Tag: Huh? What?

 

OOC: All who have not been posting fairly regularly but possess a character, if you're reading this, let it be known -- though I have attempted to give consideration to everyone posting, unless the RPG is kept alive with posts from different sides of a conflict, nothing can be done to stop it from dying. The fleet battle is where this deficiency glares the most -- and the storyline cannot be forever held up by the dearth of progress in the two large military conflicts happening on and above Yuuzhan'tar. In addition, it is becoming more and more likely that I will create a sequel thread, which recruiters have assured me there is a demand for. I have been patient, and I still sympathize with the problems of the players who have not been able to post -- they remain welcome in this thread as well as its sister in the EUC. However, I can be patient no longer. If a post from the Yuuzhan Vong military forces, none of which I control, is not made by the time I return from school tomorrow, I will initiate my final solution to these story problems -- which I assure you will not be very much fun for the characters attached to the players who have not been posting with much frequency, if at all. In fact, it involves obscenely large quantitites of energy in the form of plasma being puked out of the Cathedral of Winds' turbolaser batteries. This is not a threat or scolding of any kind -- I care about the people who visit Yuuzhan'tar, even in passing. You are all like brothers and sisters to me. However, as the old saying goes, the show must go on.

 

Yuuzhan'tar - Imperial Base Zero

Detention Center

IC: Krysta Fett

Krysta rubbed one last dab of bacta from her disposable canister onto Kyle's gash.

"It's sealing up. Hope it didn't sting too much."

TAG: alpha

Jungles

IC: Dengar

"Um... Okay. Can you wait here while I fetch him?"

TAG: KH

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IC as Kyle

Kyle looked seriously at Krysta.

"It hurt like hell."

He dragged himself off the ground and propped up against the wall.

"So, what are you going to do now? We've got an approaching army and a crazed Jedi Padawan going to kill Nom Anor. Any thoughts?"

Tag: Mort

OOC: Well, no one responded -- so I guess it's time to implement the Final Solution...Eric Cartman style.

 

OOC: The following was e-mailed to me by jhc. I'll be posting what he writes as al'Yammka until he gets his Internet connection back.

Oh, and Mortimer_Nerdly is now the Interim EUC Senator from Yuuzhan'tar.

IC as Dread Lord al?Yammka

Shamed One?s Encampment, Yuuzhan?tar

It had been many moon cycles since he had first arrived into the shamed one?s camp. He had observed and enjoyed the deaths of a couple of shamed ones he had disliked. They had been quick deaths, not one that honored the gods and had been carried out by the few warriors that guarded the camp. His ooglith masquer had done an excellent job at hiding his true existence, but he was growing tired of the charade and wanted to make his move to the palace. The ooglith masquer would not work forever, this he knew. While he worked in the amphistaff fields he schemed and planned, the amphistaffs swayed and hissed as he cultivated. Almost in obedience of the gods, the living weapons could see that he was shamed and repeatedly would strike. A few of the weapons swayed strongly towards him as a strong gust of wind blew through the field. Luckily the amphistaff was too young to react in time to catch the masquered Dread Lord in time. He had grown fond of cultivating these living weapons, had watched as they were raised and harvested into mighty weapons used against the Jeedai. He loved their ferocity, their hatred. Another wind gust brought the field down almost against the ground. Standing, he saw on the horizon a storm approaching. In his head he had his own storm brewing.

TAG: no one really

 

OOC- Mort said he was working on a ground-shattering post last night when I talked to him.

And Alpha? I've tagged Kirian and Dajiri's headed your way. BRING ON THE SLAYERS!

 

Space above Yuuzhan'tar

IC: Commander Sirius Starkiller, Second Lieutenant A-404

Fighters flew in all directions. It was all a web of chaos built with strands of ships - fighters and cruisers -, warheads, and blasterfire. Anyone, a silly little fly, who flew into the web was asking for death.

And the spider mistress was but a space station.

CR-1 drew ever closer to the Flayed Carcass, it's target, gunning down all that intersected its path.

And from the cockpit of his TIE Defender, Commander Sirius Starkiller activated thermal charges aboard the station, via remote, so as to create a greater explosion, perhaps another sun. He would destroy as many Yuuzhan Vong ships as he possibly could. He would not be stopped.

Far out past his starboard side, the corvette Excelsior burst into flames and split in two. Coralskippers splattered and more TIE Defenders shattered. Admiral Xavier's starfighters had come under fire too, taking quite a beating from the magma and plasma projectiles.

CR-1 kept moving. TIE Defenders escorted it and Coralskippers were vying to stop it. And lo! The Yuuzhan Vong fell back, and back, and back.

Closer.

The echoes of that one fateful day still bounce off the walls of my skull, Sirius noted mentally. That thing, whatever it was... I have regretted so much. Not so much the Yuuzhan Vong, but the lives of the men and women of the Imperial Remnant. Their spirits haunt me till this very hour. And now countless lives... Hundreds. Nay! Thousands will be destroyed. Again! But not this time. Not this time. Hell no, not this time!

"All friendlies, Imperial and otherwise, this is Commander Starkiller," Sirius shouted into the comlink. "There's not much time before CR-1 slams into the Yuuzhan Vong capital vessel! All corvettes turn back! All fighters turn back! GET YOUR ASSES OUT OF THERE!"

The droids were still out there.

"A-404?"

"Yes Master," came the droid's response.

"I need you do to something for me."

"Master, I have calculated such. I anticipate your response. I will -"

Sirius slammed a fist into the dashboard. "NO! You're not getting deactivated, not today! You will ensure the survival of as many lives as possible, ours and those under the command of the Admiral, and you WILL LEAVE THE SCENE INTACT. This I command you!"

"Understood Master. A-404 out.

Sirius drained all the power from his tractor beam projector and transferred it to the engines. The TIE Defender accelerated and streaked into the hellfire ahead. Emerald laserfire emptied from Sirius cannons, wounding or killing all Coralskippers in his path.

"DIE!!!!"

TIE Defenders shot past him. He could barley believe it, but over half of them were still out there. They fled at incredible speeds away from the battle like grassland beasts fleeing from a lone predator.

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[blockquote]"Shields at fifty percent and dropping!"

[i]A-4000[/i] shook tremendously, its warning sirens blaring louder than ever as [b]A-404[/b] struggled to maintain control of the vessel. Tongues of fire licked the Coralskippers as the assassin droid ended their lives, along with the lives of their pilots. And the droid starfighter's wake, friendly vessels fled for their lives from the approaching doom.

The ship lurched and [b]A-404[/b] responded to his buzzing comlink, nigh inaudible over the sirens.

"Master!"

"[b]A-404[/b]," [b]Sirius[/b] said, almost calm, "You have done as I've asked. We have saved our people, our freedom fighters. I have made amends for that terrible day."

"My memory banks recall it so, Master."

"Then let us be rid of it, you and I. Fly to me! Keep the remainder of the Yuuzhan Vong vanguards off my tail! Do hurry! We have less than a minute to spare!"

"Affirmative!"

[b]A-404[/b] pushed the ship's accelerators. With [b]A-402[/b] and [b]Frenzy's[/b] aid

 

I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. - The Bhagavad Gita

IC as Cilghal

Scream.

That was all she could hear at the moment. In the distance, the Flayed Carcass had apparently been turned into another sun by CR-1's ramming tactics. She had no idea how many personnel had stayed behind to ensure the core's detonation -- at least some had, she was sure. Part of a commander's qualifications testing in the Empire, and the Alliance for that matter, was to see how far said commander was willing to go to accomplish their duty. A commander had to be ready to do anything, even order their own men to their deaths, to ensure victory over the enemy and the safety of one's own people. Whoever had sacrificed themselves to destroy the Flayed Carcass had known what they were signing on for when they filled out the paperwork to join the Empire, and all the heroes that had died in the war against the Yuuzhan Vong had known, as well. In the evacuation of Coruscant, at the battles of Hapes, Ebaq 9, Duro, the Corellian sector, and everywhere else, they had given their lives for the good of the galaxy...nay, the universe! For the Yuuzhan Vong, even with no gods to guide them, would not stop...as long as they were under the power-hungry Nom Anor. As the rest of the bridge crew whooped and cheered at what seemed like a sure sign of victory, and Jacen and Tahiri silently thanked the Force for Commander Starkiller's brain, Cilghal could only wonder at the maelstrom of agonized cries she heard through the Force as the Yuuzhan Vong and Imperials died by the thousands...why? To prevent the deaths of millions, even billions? For glory? To show the Yuuzhan Vong the might of the Empire? This was what Kirian had tried to find out...what had driven him mad and turned him into the destructive terror he was at present. And it was all because he had clung to an idealistic concept of the Force...the concept of the old Jedi Order. The old stories of Revan and the legendary Exile, the stories that Tionne had told time and time again in moral discussions at the Academy, before the Yuuzhan Vong had dropped a research facility on top of it, came back to her. Though the old legends were vague, and much of their knowledge had been lost with time, Revan had reportedly used dark powers to fight off a darker enemy than anything the Mandalore clans could put forth. It simply took that willpower, the strength to skirt the edge of the dark side and come back. And, in the end, Revan had won. Then again, there had been those without the willpower to resist the dark side's call.

Ulic Qel-Droma, the former Jedi Watchman of the Empress Teta system, had murdered his brother Cay in his efforts to stop the Krath cult.

Darth Malak had made a mess of the entire galaxy in a quest that had begun with an intent to stop the Mandalorians.

Anakin Skywalker, a promising Jedi and the Chosen One, had been turned into Darth Vader, possibly the most vicious being in history aside from Palpatine. The blood of trillions of beings was on his hands.

Kyp Durron, a powerful Force-sensitive with a legitimate grievance against Palpatine's Empire, had gone off on a planet-destroying rampage with the Sun Crusher and annihilated the Carida system, including his brother Zeth. He was now a Jedi Master, but that would never erase the horror of what he had done -- not until the day he died would he truly know peace on that account. It was said that the redemption of the Force was all-powerful, but it did operate, in Cilghal's experience, on its own timetable.

Even Luke Skywalker, the greatest and most powerful of all Jedi, had fallen to the allure of the dark side in an attempt to destroy Palpatine in his resurrected form. Despite his power as a warrior and mentor, he was no more special as a person than anyone else. He and his wife had learned this firsthand when a rogue Moff had tried to sabo

 

IC:Admiral Xavier
-What?!Retreat?!But why?!-shouted Xavier through the commlink.-Ok pilots we are going back to the Capital ship,everyone follow me!-ordered he.
-But father we are in the middle of a figth we can't retreat just like that!-said Gollan.
-No son we must retreat!-said Xavier.
-But why?!-replied Golland.
-It's an order and we must obey!-said Xavier.
-You heard our father Gollan stop arguing,after all he had seen more battles than we!What are you going to do now father?-asked Hellen.
-I'll take the command of a Capital ship if they let me,after all I am an admiral not a fighter pilot!-said Xavier.

 

IC T.O

Frantically, T.O shakes his cage, drawing it closer and closer to the edge of the table. Finally, he falls and the lock snaps, freeing him, and he darts down an open drain in the floor... down to the old sewer system of Coruscant. Once in the tunnels, he keeps running. He doesn't know what from, but he knows that something bad will happen, surely.

Tag: No one

IC Dajiri and Tariin Yim

The Yim siblings hear a rumbling in the distance and exchange glances. Both see the plasma streaking the sky and feel a pain in their bones - perhaps a precursor of the force?

"I think we should get out of here," Dajiri suggests. Tariin nods.

"I think you're right, sister." With a swish of his walking stick, he pushes aside a mat of leaves, revealing a membrane - the entrance to the maw lu'ur. With a poke of the stick, it seperates with a puckering sound and the two Yuuzhan Vong slide in.

Tag: Um.... I dunno. Headed your way, Alpha.

 

Yuuzhan'tar - Imperial Base Zero

IC: Second Lieutenant A-404, A-402, Frenzy, Commander Starkiller

It was a good thing that Commander Starkiller had those codes handy. With them, A-404 had bypassed the lockdown at Zero Base, and so he proceeded to do a little bit more.

"Lockdown deactivated."

A-404 put his ship down in its usual landing spot and disembarked with A-402 and Frenzy, who still hadn't silenced his vocabulator in regards to the slaughter of sentient life forms.

The droids examined their surroundings.

"100% probability of volitile events since our departure," A-402 remarked.

"My readings indicate scores from blasterfire and explosions," A-404 added, "nothing an army could have done."

"And a probability that this FR unit has missed the termination of organics would be..." Frenzy started.

"High."

All at once, the droids rotated their heads to their right. Starkiller stumbled out of the hangar bay.

"Ugh, it's a mess in there!"

A-404 wanted to shrug, but his design prevented him from doing such and he noted to ask his master about it later. At the immediate moment, he scanned the immedaite area.

DIRECTIVE: Locate entity "Kyle Katarn"

TAG: alpha

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OOC: Finally, getting around to a post.

jhc sent me another al'Yammka post, so I'll be putting that up as well.

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[b]IC as Kirian[/b]

[i]Enroute to the Citadel[/i]

I had sensed the bombardment far enough in advance to get out of the way, at least -- but I was now being forced to take a circular route outside the brutal bombing, which made my path to the Citadel roughly 1.57 times longer, if I remembered basic geometry well. The bombardment lasted for a few hours -- the constant din, the screams of agony that both the planet and the Yuuzhan Vong were giving off, were not lost upon me. Though their pain gave me joy, it distracted me from the task at hand, and so I steeled myself with calculating my itinerary. Approximately ten percent of Coruscant's artificial crust was now gone, from what I could reckon, revealing the ancient sea the Republic had built the great city over so long ago. I marveled at the raw destruction the Alliance had unleashed -- it was unlike them to do so. But despite their inherent squeamishness at both destroying a large percentage of the world they used to call home, they were more than willing to do so if it meant utterly extinguishing a nearly unstoppable enemy army. If the attack had begun in earnest, I knew, there was a high probability that everyone in Base Zero would be eradicated as a sacrifice to [b]Nom's[/b] greed. Better to hit them first -- the coalition had learned their lessons well, indeed.

[i]There may yet be hope for you fools.[/i]

I nuzzled [b]Nen[/b] and slipped her a kiss with my malformed lips as I guided the Scimitar bomber's joystick with the Force. I allowed myself to peer down through my dark armor for the first time since my escape. My chest no longer even looked human, or Yuuzhan Vong for that matter -- instead, it was like a living wound. The sickly veins bulged out of it, and a blotch of red burned like toxic radiation where my shell of a heart was -- the sight would have repulsed almost anyone. No one could have loved me now, except her. Her and [b]Kyle[/b], the way a master loves an apprentice. I remembered that it had been his idea to take me in, even though the others were wary of a clone of [b]Palpatine[/b], as if the very name was somehow bound to evil by some ancient superstition. As the son of [b]Darth Vader[/b], [b]Luke[/b] had understood what stigma could mean. He had, after all, allowed even [b]Kyp Durron[/b], one who had destroyed an entire world, to be a Jedi Master. Perhaps it was done out of a need for Jedi -- many still disagreed with the decision -- but the fact remained. After a slight bit of coaxing, his wife had agreed as well -- knowing the true nature of her role as an Emperor's Hand hardly made those memories any more tolerable for [b]Mara Jade Skywalker[/b]. Many of the others had been no better, flawed in their own ways -- [b]Yoda[/b] had often been called a hypocrite, a child-snatcher, and worse by some current historians, even non-Imperial ones. [b]Vergere[/b], the Old Republic Jedi who had made it possible for [b]Jacen Solo[/b] to sense the Yuuzhan Vong in the Force through intensive mental conditioning, had spent over half a century living among the enemy, learning their ways. All were connected with the dark side -- all had much to answer for. That is why they took me in -- because they could not bear the guilt not to. In so doing, they had merely enabled me to become as I was now -- a menacing, raging beast born of the dark side. Even then, I licked my lips with anticipation at which warrior would die by my sword next. It was because of guilt, because of their unwillingness to simply [i]act[/i] right off, that events had come to where they were now. The Yuuzhan Vong had showed no such compunctions -- in this respect, the Jedi and what had been the New Republic was just as much at fault for being weak as the Yuuzhan Vong were for being murderers and rapists. Both of the former had eventually come around, as had been demonstrated by the newly-excavated ocean outside my viewport and to the right. As I point

 

IC Nen Yim

She regards Kirian curiously, trying to capture what he is thinking, but fails. Her analytical mind is better trained to understand animals and plants than sentient beings. Otherwise she would have been able to create something as perfect as Dajiri's Tazerrats, instead of her faulty Slayers.

Slightly self counciously, she stares out the viewscreen, thoughts ticking. Perhaps her lack of empathy towards sentient beings is her downfall as a shaper.

She squeezes Kirian's shoulder reasuringly.

"Everything will be okay," she whispers, mostly to herself.

Tag: Alpha

(OOC: Stop making such long, introspective posts! I have hardly any clue what the hell is going on!!!)

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IC Dajiri and Tariin

Even from the sewers, the Yim siblings hear Nom Anor's mighty roar. They exchange glances and quicken their pace.

"Do you think he know's we're coming?" Dajiri asks.

Tariin shakes his head. "Nom Anor is only half as strong and perceptive as he likes us to think. He depends on his servants entirely."

They continue on and then leave the Maw Lu'ur and find themselves within the wall of the citadel.

Tag: Alpha??? (I have no clue)

 

OOC: During the introspective sections, just assume that I'm using my characters to bitch about (society, girls, politics, MTV, circle one or more, feel free to add your own) and skip to the section with present-tense verbs.

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[b]IC as Kirian[/b]

I felt a rush of warmth as she touched me...the part of me that felt it was alone. She was an angel because she hated the same thing I did, and because she had created me but not forsaken me. My father, the Jedi, the Yuuzhan Vong...all had thrown me aside like a piece of trash. But she had not. I looked around inside my mind for counsel...I needed [b]Vua[/b].

He was silent.

I turned to my lover and posed the same question to her, in an altered form. "With this orbital bombardment, [b]Nom's[/b] tactical options will be more limited. Is there anything that this new situation has created that we could use to get to his throne room? A defense gap, a secret passage in the old city, anything? If I know [b]Kyle[/b], he'll have an entire army out looking for me, fearing the damage I can cause...and he's damn straight. We can play that right into our hands -- the defense force will be too distracted by a cruiser-load of droidekas, heavy troops, and assault vehicles to notice a single bomber. If there is anything at all that you know about the citadel or about the troops that we can use to get in there, speak it soon. We are close to our target."

[b]Tag: VC[/b]

 

IC Nen Yim.

She looks at him, grinning mischieviosly. "Have you got anything against walking through the intestinal tract of a Maw Lu'ur?" she asks, and then, without awaiting an answer, continues, "Because the easiest way in is the sewers."

Tag: Alpha

 

IC as Kirian

A sewer. Ugh. Yeah, the Sith were supposed to embody everything evil -- at least according to Jedi idiocy -- but I hadn't heard of one Sith Lord who didn't maintain good personal hygiene. Well, except maybe Darth Sion, but it was probably hell getting dirt out of those flesh cracks. Ew.

"...I bore witness to the most vicious bombardment in Alliance history for this?"

Ah, well. If it worked, it worked. I seemed to recall that Luke, Lando, and some other comrades including Han's now-famous smuggling buddy Dash Rendar had infiltrated Coruscant's sewers back during the Galactic Civil War in an effort to combat Black Sun, the criminal syndicate that had aided the Emperor in his plan to lure the Rebels into a trap at Endor. How ironic...I would be following the footsteps of some of the galaxy's greatest heroes while simultaneously decrying all of the foolish ideology they stood for. Only one word seemed right for the situation, a word preserved in legend and oracles.

"Cowabunga."

Tag: VC

 

Nen Yim smiles. "I'm not familiar with the phrase, but I take it that you're in?" Without pause, she continues, "There are Maw Lur air holes all around the outside of the complex. We just have to find one."

Tag: Alpha

 

IC as Kirian

"Yeah, I'm in. Anything to tear down everything that bastard's worked for and cast it in shards at his feet."

I wondered momentarily if I was sexier when I said stuff like that. Then I realized I didn't care -- I was mangled enough for twenty lifetimes already. An unpleasant memory of having a testicle bitten off by an amphistaff came flashing back. I did my best to shut it out of my head as I searched for a clearing to land in. I also kept watch on the sensors -- multiple coralskipper targets were being detected a few hundred kilometers away, but fortunately they weren't targeting me. Rather, they were flying in a holding pattern over the Citadel, assumably to protect it from invasion by anyone who dared to attack it. The ocean, dozens of kilometers below, was really quite beautiful in the sunlight, even though there was a massive dust cloud over it still settling in.

The maw luur ducts had to extend into the blasted-out area, I decided. But that required me to fly right up to the Citadel, which would certainly result in my detection and destruction. As many times as I, like my father, had cheated death, I was flying a single fighter, whereas Nom had hundreds of coralcraft at his disposal. If I were to engage in a fight with them, there would be no way I could possibly survive.

"Are there any other ducts besides the ones that have been blasted out?"

Tag: VC

 

IC Nen Yim

"Hidden, but yes, there are. I have a brother who works in waste management," She cringes, remembering she is actually related to a shamed one, and continues, "He's showed me the passages. There should be one over... there!" She points to an area of dense undergrowth. "You can always tell if the plants are discolored like that."

Tag: Alpha

 

IC as Kirian

"Not...going...to ask."

I looked around for a clearing to land the Scimitar in. Upon not finding one, I grabbed Nen, held her close to me, and hit the ejection stud. We landed safely in the underbrush -- Force only knows what happened to the fighter, though I'm guessing that it gave somebody one hell of a headache upon crashing into the Citadel.

"Well, that went over well. Which way to the sewer?"

Tag: VC

 

IC Nen Yim

Grinning, she kicks the plants off of the patch of land they are standing on and leans down to poke at a pinkish yellow... thing on the ground. "This way," she says.

With a wet sound, the ground swallows them.

Tag: Alpha

 

IC as Kirian

"This can't possibly lead to anywhere good."

I steeled myself against the sewers with raw rage. My anger against the Supreme Overlord flowed through me as the skies wept above me, in their painfully loud and annoying manner. I felt the reddish hue of dark energy manifested within me as I held Nen close and began cutting a swath through the underbrush with my sword.

WHACK.

Burning leaves fell before me, exhausting themselves as I stepped over them with boots of heavy metal and yorik coral.

WHACK.

With every stroke, I imagined that the leaf, or limb, or entire tree, was the hated Nom Anor. The holy crusade would continue until his death. After I had mentally killed him enough times, though, I was no longer sure of my location, so I turned to ask Nen another question.

"Any guards on this route?"

Suddenly, through the Force, I heard the rumblings of yet more chaos coming my way.

Perfect.

Tag: Mort, VC

 

IC Nen Yim

She casts a glance at Kirian and steps gingerly around something that looks to have once been sentient. "Guards? No. I don't think so. Why...?"

Tag: Alpha

 

Yuuzhan'tar

Imperial Base Zero

IC: Second Lieutenant A-404, Commander Sirius Starkiller

"That was fast. I did not expect to find you so soon."

A-404's mechanical legs grinded and whirred as he walked up to Kyle. He craned his head at the Jedi Master.

"I was hoping that perhaps we could speak with each other, man to machine. I have been calculating and there is something I would like to get off my chassis, if you will permit allow it."

"Kyle Katarn?"

The Master. A-404 rotated his head 180 degrees and fixated his optics on his builder.

"I thought you would have been on aboard the detached portion of the station," said Starkiller in a curious tone of voice. "What happened? How did you manage to get to here?"

TAG: alpha

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IC as Kyle

"I just kind of left, because I sensed something through the Force. And then I got knocked into a wall by a crazy shaper woman and my old apprentice, the only living clone of the Emperor. Crazy, ain't it?" Kyle then looked at A-404. "That's creepy. Anyway, what are we going to do now that the fireworks are over? I'm kind of leaning toward attacking the Citadel." He paused and waited for Starkiller's jaw to drop at his audacity, and then continued, almost oblivious.

"Kirian and Nen are headed to the Citadel to get rid of Nom. As crazy strong as he is right now, he'll get killed, and fairly quickly. We need some sort of distraction, but I'm not willing to risk a full attack on the Citadel on account of two people. Many of our troops will die. We need some sort of advantage."

Kyle could feel his reasoning falter, not for the first time since he'd been here. This planet had a habit of doing that -- it always had, because it was the center of much power. Not just political power, mind you -- it was a nexus in the Force, simply because of the whirlwind of emotion in its myriad beings. It would always be that way for Kyle. He'd never liked to be at the center of events -- that's why he'd been a freelance agent in his early years instead of joining the Alliance full-time.

It was destiny, perhaps, that I defeated Jerec and freed the Jedi ancients...but was the path that took me down the same?

"I...I just need to rest for a bit. Think about it. I know nobody likes having Nom here. I'd say it's time we made good on that."

Tag: Mort

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[b]IC as Kirian[/b]

"I was asking because I wanted to get an idea of where the guards are concentrated. There's got to be a million or more defenders in this place, and I can't fight that. No one could, not even [b]Luke[/b]. Where does the sewer system start in the complex?"

[b]Tag: VC[/b]