SWRPF Archive 128 ABY - The Sith-Imperial War - Turning Point

IC: Werda, Command Center, The Overlord (The end of Werda?)

The Mandalorian hung in mid air grasping for breath but none would come for him. The sith had said be was nothing and in his mind Werda knew the sith was right. How could the jedi defeat the sith when this Sith had managed to defeat a master so easily? As everything started to grow dark Werda heard the sith's last words. To become everything...that was what Werda would become.

One day he would have his revenge but for now he needed to survive and learn...then everything went black... Werda never even felt himself hit the ground his Dark Blue lightsaber flickered for only a moment then it died. Inside the lightsaber's casing it's crystal had become fractured and would never work again.
Tag: GM's eventually....

 

IC: Tahnan, Aboard Destiny

Tahnan smiled widely as he turned to see Kira jump up. Granted, he didn?t know her all that well, but he was happy to see her alive and they were friends. He frowned as he looked her up and down cataloging her injuries. He gingerly reached out and touched her uninjured shoulder. ?Glad you made it. Good work out there.? Coming from a non-force sensitive, that seemed a little limp, even to Tahnan. How was he supposed to have any idea what she had gone through?

"We must go. The ship has broken in two, air is slowly leaking, but won´t stay that way forever. I think the hangars should still be pressurized." Tahnan nodded and pointed down a hallway and started off down it. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure they followed him. ?My first naval command. Not a good omen, huh? Guess I should stick to ground pounding.?

He continued on down the corridors walking alongside Cade towards the hanger. After a few minutes of walking they finally reached the hanger doors. Kira walked ahead of them into the hanger with Tahnan and Cade right behind her. In the moment two sounds registered to Tahnan, the sound of Kira yelling for them to get down, and the sound of a blaster going off. Tahnan dropped his rifle and grabbed Cade?s arm and dropped to the floor.

TAG: Kira, LordT, Sinre

OOC: Even to me this post seems awkward. But Kira said LordT didn?t mind?.

 

OOC: He is perfectly fine, I assure you. This is a combined post with LordTroepfchen. By the way, great scene LordT. You got yourself a Jedi . . . grrr.

Kira Kara Romar, Hangars of the Aft-Part of the Destiny, Bastion


?My first naval command. Not a good omen, huh? Guess I should stick to ground pounding.? The Major pointed out. Cade couldn´t stop smiling. she felt his warmth and it comforted her. "My first Sith and I think I need to advance a little myself." She answered the Major nodding to her shoulder. The Hangar-Doors opened. She checked and they were still pressurized, but loosing air, already. As the doors slid to the side she felt it immediately. Danger.

"DOWN!" She yelled out and the dead Sith´s lightsaber jumped into her hand, igniting. The silver blade reflected a salvo of energy coming from one of the black X83s. The massive burst of energy was to much to deflect one handed so she dived the last two blots, seeing them miss Major Tahanan by the width of a hand. An assault. A safe-drop of the Sith to make her mission a failure even after death. The grey-haired imperial dropped to his knees and reloaded his carabine. Furious about his dedication to kill her friends she chraged at him.

The force took of the ground and raised him into the air, slamming him into the starfighter. His carabine was send to the ground.


Major Calen, Shadower Black-Team, Hangars

He screamed out, as he was ripped of the ground by an invisble power. The Jedi had been incredibly fast. As if she had known his attack before he made it. The impact on the cold metal plates of the Starfighter made his arm break. The pain shot into his body. But he knew he acted fast or he wouldn´t ever again. Reaaching for his side-weapon he perfomed a perfect fastdraw, while still dropping to the ground. He came up, ready to cover the injured Jedi with shots, as the silbver blade of his former Sith-Commander sliced hrough his arm.

The pain to much to bear, no matter how well-trained, he dropped to his knees and saw Kira Romar standing above.

She would take him prisoner, he knew it. Jedi were build that way . . . but he would not break, not matter what interrogation-techniques they brought up against him.


Kira Kara Romar, Hangar

Looking down on the one armed soldier, she felt his fear, but also the incredible self-control of the man. Looking up to her his mouth formed to say something. With a smile she shook her head. Looking back, she made sure Cade didn´t see it. The Major would possibly understand.
"Everything alright, Major?" She asked, turning her head only to her friends. "A Twintail for everyone of us. Let´s take them and get of. Air will soon be gone." She said nodding and turned back to Major Calen. On his knees before her, defenseless, he was gasping for air, as she tightened his throat through the force, slowly suffocating him.

So much for dedication, soldier. It doesn´t even earn you a quick dead. Ally chosen, justice done.
She nodded, as her force-grip broke his neck and left his body to collapse on the floor. Slowly walking over to her own Starfighter, she gave Major Tahnan a sad smile. "We survived, after all." She said. For a moment she asked herself why it had been so important Cade Skywalker hadn´t seen this.

Because he don´t know what you know. That you are all pawns in the game of greater forces. That it doesn´t matter. That we all are just doing what we are meant to . . .

She jumped into her seat and warmed up the engines. As she opened to the force she realized it had never been easier for her to touch it. Despite the strong feeling of disgust for the power that had brought her so far . . .


Tag: KraytDragon90, Sinrebirth

 

Darth Krayt, Above the Palace, Hapan

He resisted the urge to raise his hand and stare at it. He resisted the urge to scream out on anger, as he felt it. IT! So soon . . . he had just left his healing trance, but there is was already again . . .

The Hunger. The Weakness, The Illness. He had many words for it. None of them worthy of the threat it posed to his accomplishments.

Concentrating to maintain control, his armor breathed on his skin. A beat, like a heartbeat, pulsing through his body. He did what he could to hide it from his enemy, but the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order came charging. His blue blade hissing, as the whiping rain touched it, Skywalker attacked. Holding his saber in both hands the Dark Lord retreated. Needing his will to maintain control over the hunger, his skills were all he had to defend himself.

"Not yet, not here!" He pressed through his teeth. The Jedi didn´t hear him. He yelled himself, while unleashing furious, deadly attacks in unforgiving waves.

"Whatever it is you want form us. The future, the galaxy, the force . . . you CANNOT have it DARTH KRAYT!" The Dark Lord reteated step by step. His blade moving as fast as he could, but his power failing. Kol Skywalker was a seasoned warrior, he felt his advantage.

Who was this Jedi Master to deny his destiny. Anger raised in the Dark Lord´s heart. He welcomed it, finding focus through it. Blocking the Grandmaster´s blade behind his back he striked out and his armored fist hit the red-haired Jedi in the face. He stumbled back, slipped almost. Darth Krayt followed him now, attacking in powerful blows. The hunger lost control over him. He would be back before long.

"The future? The Galaxy? the force?" He hissed as his attacks crushed down on Skywalker´s defense. They exchanged a serious of masterful strikes, both blocked be the opponent. Whirling around, charging, reteating, diving, dropping with dancing sabers. All of this on the few centimeters of the slippery metal bar. Then Darth Krayt stepped back and on his hand deadly blue energy began to build.

"Mine, Skywalker. MINE! MIEN! M I I I I I I I I I I I I I N E!" He screamed out and an outraging storm of blue energy was unleashed on the Jedi Master in front of him. Blocking it, the power bristled around Skywalker, slowly forcing him into the knees.

Skywalker would not deny his power. It was not his place to fall to his blade! He would bring order to the galaxy! He would bring order to the force!

Holding up the storm unleashed on the Grandmaster he raised his second hand. A lightning rushed into it, as if he had summoned it and crawled into him, to be unleashed through the power of the Dark Side. The force-lightning intensified even, overwhelming now the defense of the mighty Jedi Master Kol Skywalker.

Tag: SirakRomar, LordTroepfchen, WingedJedi

 

IC: Kore Barrack

Kore knelt before Darth Natas "Master, I have come before you to learn the ways of the Sith."

TAG:VTP6916

ICavon Quake

"Foss, we have to stop these vile Hutts from taking over our territoy!" Davon shouted as he slammed his fist onto his desk.

"We will, sir...when the time comes, we will stike them right in the heart of their system." Foss said in his Trandoshan dialect.

"Yes, very good thinking Foss. We'll mount up a strike force and conquer Nar Shadaa and Nal Hutta! They would never expect us to strike them at the very core of their opperations. Quickly Foss, gather up our men. Hire all the Bounty Hunters you can...bring Boba Fett back from the dead if you have to, I don't care what it takes...these Hutts will be exterminated!"

TAG:VTP6916

 

OOC: I never get to take control of the star destroyer.

IC: Bosa Nejeco

Bosa listened to the laughter as the message came over the comlink. Opening himself back into the Jedi mold, he sighlently comunicated the basics of his plan. When this one orders the normal troops back, you'll leap back out of range and help this one quickly get rid of Khrul.

Shouting out to the non-force sensitive troopers and Yuuzhan Vong, he pressed the attack on Darth Khrul. "Troopers fall back to the shuttles and call the rest of the crew back as well. Yuuzhan Vong help thiz one with the Sith!"

Darth Khrul started to break into a sweat as he was confronted not just by Bosa but also by three Yuuzhan Vong. He began to go on the defensive as lightsaber and amphistaffs started coming at him from all angles. Seeing the last trooper pas the range of the ships defenses, he called through the meld, now.

Soon the whole squadron of Jedi joined Bosa and the Yuuzhan Vong. At this point the number of opponents facing Khrul we so much that they all couldnt engage the Sith due to space constrictions.

Tag: GM

OOC2idnt know if you wanted me to post Khruls death or you to do it.

 

Kol Skywalker, Above the Palace, Hapan

The lightning pressed against his reflecting lightsaber, but as the Dark Lord itensified it even, using the energy of the storm surrounding them, his block couldn´t contain it anymore.
Bursting around him, he felt the tendrils of blue energy spread. His muscles spasmed at the slightest touch. Without any way left to defend, he could only try to avoid them. Jumping up, he flipped around his own axis, as he flew over the Dark Lord´s head to the other side of the bar. As he landed, his exhaustion became apparent. Fighting for balance fpr a long moment, the Dark Lord´s lightning followed him and bringing up his saber once more, he was ripped of his feet.

Loosing control he slipped, he hand reaching out a barely grabbing the edge of the metal-bar they had been fighting on.

The lightning died and the heavy breathing Dark Lord slowly appeared over him. His fingers began loose grip of the wet metal. His lightsaber in his lefthand was useless with the armored figure above.

He felt no fear. Not from death. Just despair, as he had witnessed the darkness the Jedi had failed to see for a long time.

Tag: TheSithGirly, LordTroepfchen (last couple of post, I assume)

 

Twilight Grandmaster, Kogun Shay

So the brute has finally decided to use the gauntlet, The thought flickers through Kogun's mind as the purple blade slices through the air to connect with the Imperial Knight's forearm. He has not been ignorant of these that were so visible in the fight. But curiosity as to how Maleficarum prepared this particular purple blade to meet this challenge, has left Kogun's hand undeterred by the rising threat. The blade smashes into the crystals in a brilliant array of light, even as Kogun wrenches his body to the side to avoid the uncoming slash of the silver blade. He feels the acrid heat as the blade enters his cloak, causing an old torture wound where Darth Krayt once flayed the skin at Kogun's side to bleed again.

The right hand of Kogun Shay moved at a speed that defies eye sight enwrapping around the hand of Antares Draco. A violent wrench of the shoulders and Kogun flips the Imperial Knight over his head, ignoring the blood beginnning to stain the side of his shirt. Lifting up his left hand, with the flickering purple blade, spurting strangely having met the cortosis blade. In the micro seconds between flipping the Imperial over his head, right hand still clutching Antares arm, he lifts his sputtering sword blade to kill the Imperial then paused, face in horror.

Eydan Skorne's face looked up at him from the ground.

"Eydan!" Horror stretched across Kogun's face as he started to bring down the flickering blade on Antares then paused.

The blade gave a final spurt then died out, inches before Draco's face.

Kogun dropped the handle, let go of Antares arm then staggered backwards, ignoring the pain in his side. He shook his head to clear his vision. Antares face stared at him from the ground.

"Eydan," Kogun whispered. "Eydan..."

In the rain, Kogun sank back unable to understand what had happened, very vulnerable and weak, only feeling this sinking emptiness. He looked up. The Jedi Master was dangling from the top ledge of the Imperial palace, the Dark Lord of the Sith standing over him.

"Krayt," Kogun hissed. Now not notcing just how vulnerable he truly was before Antares Draco. "KRAAAAAYYYTTT!!!!"

A violent motion and the cowl was ripped off Kogun Shay's face, the rain pouring into hair darker than midnight as the veil given by Maleficarum tore and his rage and fury crescendoed, his presence rearing up as a pillar in the force. Ignoring how vulnerable he was now too an attack by Antares, Kogun Shay started running towards the building.

Tag: All who care to intervene

 

Darth Krayt, Above the Palace, Hapan

Grinning down, standing in the whipping rain of the storm, the Dark Lord slowly stepped over the part of the metal structure, where Kol Skywalker was hanging. Only one, slowly slipping, hand at the metal of the bar they had been fighting on, high above the rest of the palace, his red blade pointed at the face of the Grandmaster.

"Mine." He whispered. And his body tensed. His breathing coming heavy, his armor seemingly moving on his body, he prepared for this moment. For the fulfillment of his destiny.

"Time to die, Skywalker!" He hissed and his blade began to move.

Tag: SirakRomar, anyone else . . .

OOC: short&sweet - all involved watch your pms

 

Kogun Shay

And in the final moment as the red blade swings down to cease the life of the hanging Jedi, another blade answers the swipe, Kogun Shay leaping up from a lower metal gentry unto the palace roof, bringing the blade once belonging to his Devaronian jailer up to stop the death thrust. The irony is not lost. The blade of a sith has saved the life of a Jedi.

Before Darth Krayt can respond a foot lashes out nearly knocking the Dark Lord off the gentry.

"My son..." the words hissed out of the Twilight warrior's mouth. "You took him from me. And now you seek to take the galaxy's last hope." He twirled the blade, rain drops hissing on its crimson arc as smoke rose slowly in the night air. "Yet you have never been able to comprehend hope. It burns despite the darkness. I hereby repent of ever joining you to bring together the darkness and light. To pursue a false dream, I left all I loved behind. And now it has cost me forever Eydan, but you...you will suffer more dearly than either my son or I have suffered. For after death lies judgement. "

He assumed the Soresu stance before the Dark Lord, eyes narrowing in their ferocity.

"To the death."

And with that the two titans of the force leapt at eachother for the final time.

Tag: TheSithGirly

 

IC: Darth Alastor
Blue Star Roon Orbit


Alastor smiled, he knew the war had started. He had been looking forward to such, a chance to kill without always hiding in the shadows, a chance to fully make his opponents fear him before watching the life fade from their eyes. Death was his element, and War was a breeder of Death. However there were other things to attend to first, He learned as he listened to Null. The assassination of Duke Sentell, Here I was assuming they would give me a hard task to preform.

His smile faded as he took on a serious tone towards thing, he was always serious about assassinations, despite how mundane they where. ?This mission, will be completed my lord, without delay.? Alastor despised calling anyone Lord, but he wanted Null of his ship now so he could get things over with. ?If, there are no further details, I would like to move ahead with the mission.? while waiting for Null to respond Alastor ran things through his head, Malastare has 156% gravity, I'll need to make the trip in that gravity so I'm used to it. Maybe I'll get to kill a bunch Dugs while I'm at it... Snug bastards. Alastor's eye twitched just slightly, a small sign of his anticipation to kill.

Tag: Sinre

 

IC: Darth Alastor
Blue Star, Hyperspace, Enroute to Malastare.


Alastor watched as the stars streaked by in his minds eye, an added benefit of owning a living ship, was the mental connection. He could command the ship from several kilometers distance, using only his mind. ?So.? Alastor said to the Blue Star. ?Are there any indications as to what we will face when we arrive at Malastare??

?According to records there are several a dozen walkers in the area we need to land at, though they are much sitting ducks compared to my speed and maneuverability, they might be a problem for you on foot. Other than that, I don't know.?

?Its fine, I already have a plan. They don't know what kind of ship you are, and the definitely don't know your alive. So, after you drop me off near, the palace, your going to go rais hell as far away as you can, to make them think i'm after someone else.?

?Very well... we are coming out of hyperspace now.?

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Over Malastare

Just outside the gravity shadow, of Malastare, the fabric between space and hyperspace tore, and the Blue Star appeared. ?I'm detecting ships, registering classes....? there was a pause as the Blue Star's sensors read the ships in the distance, ?I'm detecting one Quasar Fire bulk cruiser, and 50 E-wings!?

Alastor growled low in his throat. ?Bring the other two Gravatic Drives up, arm all weapons. I want you ready to preform as evasive maneuvers on a moments notice.? the lights in the ship dimmed and there was a small wining noises as the ships other engiens primed. Unlike Ion units these manipulated gravity like a Dovin Basal, so the ship had maneuverability unlike most ships, capable of moving in one direction while aimed and firing at another. ?Armed and Ready.?

?then its once more into the breach.? Alastor said as the ship accelerated forward towards the planet, towards a one man war.

Tag: Sinre

 

Wolf Varik
Excarga

New Fett...

Wolf laughed as he stared towards Tradossk, but not at him...through him. Jedi were a hard case for him, he had killed them before, most of the time because the contracts usually preferred the Jedi dead as they weren't much trouble dead. He wasn't afraid of them, not all of them at least. He had had trouble in the past with some Jedi Masters, most of the time he had just barely defeated them. He didn't like fighting them, not only because they were probably the worst bounty to get, but because they were supposed to be the "good guys" in a galaxy where "good guys" didn't exist anymore, yet people looked to them for guidance.

Eh...

If they got in his way, they probably had what was coming to them. Especially if they interfered with a two hundred thousand cred bounty. He turned around again and this time walked compltely out, waving a hand over his shoulder at Tradossk.

"See you when I get back." He sighed as he rounded the corner out of sight.

New Fett...

He had laughed at that statement before in front of Tradossk, but as he got to the Dream and walked up the walkway, it was far from it. He had always known that the elders referred to him as "Our Boba Fett." He didn't give a damn about what they thought, but he did care how he was viewed as a bounty hunter. He and Fett were so different, yet he had sometimes been compared to him.

As he neared the cockpit, passing Droid 999, or as Wolf called him, Niner, and settled in, he began to think that maybe he actually was like Boba Fett. They had the same views, just reigned at different points in time. He tapped some button sequences, requesting the exit to be cleared, and waited for recalls back from Niner to confirm that Atin, the other droid, was ready for take off.

One beep...

Two beeps.

Flashing the light twice was Atin's way of letting Wolf know he was ready. Raising the ship slowly, Wolf guided it out of the gates, then let autopilot set in. He leaned back and tossed the datacard up and down in his hand.

"Niner, you know Boba Fett?" He asked as he and the droid began to walk, roll for Niner, over the carpeted floors, leading back into the main section of the ship.

"Not this again, Sir." Niner replied with what seemed like a droid form of a sigh.

Wolf tapped the droid on the head, "Hey, answer the question!" He demanded, still tossing the datacard up into the air.

"Yes, I know all the data about the Bounty Hunter Boba Fett that can be found in computers, and some that you requested about all of his exploits. You're not like hi-"

"That is all, Niner." Wolf closed the door to his study, leaving the droid out in the hall to return to its duties.

Tag: Sinre

 

IC: Darth Alastor
Blue Star Combat over Malastare


Alastor was not impressed at all. The sheer fact that they had sent so many vessels against a single incoming craft, proved how paranoid this Gran was. But then again they probably thought Alastor a fool by broadcasting his intentions by arming weapons and charging straight at the planet. But this was part of Alastor's plan, keep the focus on the Ship.

The Star accelerated on, ignoring the incoming weapons fire from the cruiser, every command Alastor giving, being preformed instantly. Instantly moving from Alastor's mind to that of the ship, then to the ship system that it involved. In his minds eye he saw the incoming torpedoes, his finger twitched, and blue and green lances of energy shot forth from the ships weapons mounts, Ion Cannons, Laser cannons, however his trump card, the Fusion Cannon remained un-fired.

Several of the torpedoes where destroyed, and several shots missed a few impacting the E-wings, damaging or disabling then, all relative to the weapon that hit them. Still 17 missiles made it through, detonated and sent a massive wave of energy at the Blue Star. This was when Alastor fired the Fusion Cannon. Energy vs Energy, two counter acting forces canceling each other out, however the cannon alone would not be enough. The central Gravatic Drive, reversed its thrust, slowing the Star down slightly, and sending Gravimetric Wave towards the oncoming energy front.

The shots from the Fusion Cannon impacted, seemingly to know avail, followed quickly by the gravimetric wave, visibly causing the Energy wave to concave inward, by the invisible force of impact. Finally the Blue Star Impacted the wave, seeming to vanish on impact only to appear on the other side moments later, its shields glowing hot from the energy it had pushed aside.

Instantly a report read off in Alastor's head, Maneuver successful, shields at 79%, central Gravatic drive strained, lowering to 50% operation status till regeneration can complete, forward hull damaged, regeneration commencing. Alastor mentally noted the report and returned to reality. The Blue star had accelerated past the fighter wave, and they were turning for a new pass. Alastor decided to give them the oddest chase of their lives. The Star Pitched 180 degrees, facing the other direction, while continuing to accelerate towards the planet. Now he opened fire with every weapon at his disposal, sending multicoloured bolts of death and destruction towards the Advancing E-wings. It was time to show this Gran that he had reason to be paranoid.

Sinrebirth

 

IC: Dehrzzhan Shuuths
Ithor

Almost as quickly as the ancient bloodlust arose, it fizzled out, and Dehr found himself...not quite disgusted, but uneasy at the ferocity of his attack. The poor creature continued relentlessly but ineffectively. The powerful warrior realized the stares he was getting from his companions, and he drew his blaster to put the hammerhead out of its misery.

Tag: Sin

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IC: Devan Ferrier[/b]
[i]Phaeda

"Those Imps'll remember us soon, boss. Ready to move?"[/i]

"Of course I'm ready!" The [i]Crusader[/i] hurtled towards the bank in a sickening nosedive. Suddenly a trio of missiles screamed towards the ancient AT-STs as the equally old Gunship leveled off mere meters away from crushing the very supply of creds they meant to steal.

The hatch opened, and Devan Ferrier leaped out of the hovering gunship, brandishing a Golan Arms FC-1 Flechette gun. He was quickly followed by the soot-black astromech, R6-C320, its weapons invisible behind charred compartment doors.

[b]Tag: Sin[/b]

 

OOC:

I assume therefore Kol Skywalker still has serious problems and Kogun shay is somewhere below us. Sorry for any inconviniences.
Sorry also to Winged-Jedi, but for the sake of pacing this fight, I haven´t waited for your response. On with the game . . .



Wolf Sazen, Shuttle on Hapan

He watched Judal Crane with growing concern. the young man now almost consciousless from his wound by the Dark Lord, he could feel the cold fire of the Dark Side rage against his Master. Danger, darkness. Had the force send him here to leave his Master on his own and report his findings to the Order?

He pressed the button to let down the ramp of the shuttle, as it slowly raised to leave the planet.

"Judal. If I shouldn´t come back, it is your duty to report to the Council." That was all he said. Aching from his wound and opening every least bit of himself to the living force, he truned and jumped out of the shuttle.

His green saber ignited in the one hand he could still use without pain overwhelming him and he dived down to the red glow he could see beneath. The lightsaber of the Dark Lord of the Sith. Towering over his defenseless Master.

"Noooooooo!" He shouted out and the gap between him and the two opponents under him rapidly closed.

Tag: TheSithGirly

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Darth Zerstor, Battle of Bastion

He followed the Jedi´s Twintail right into the blazing fire of a burning Scythe-Class. With unnerving ease the Jedi´s Twintail escaped the storm of laserfire he unleashed, while pursuing him. Rasi Tuum. To Darth Zerstor a nameless Jedi among many, showed himself to be an excellent pilot. Like most cathar he had superior reflexes and they saved his life, as the raging Sith hunted him.

The Twintail dodged another salvo and dived under the wreckage of a Sabertooth-Frigate. The Sith-Fighter of Darth Zerstor, now far from his own Squadron followed. Around them hundreds of ships tunred and fled the Battle. Leaving as many behind to be destroyed by the remorseless attacking imperial forces.

As he brought his own Sith-Fighter to the place he had last seen Master Tuum´s fighter, the Jedi was gone. Reaching into the force, his face a grimace of frustration Darth Zerstor tried to find the Jedi. "You little coward, you damend little . . . "

Darth Zerstor never finished the sentence, as Rasi Tuum, completing his full turn around the wreckage fired his Twintails guns and hit his cockpit.

Tag: Nobody

 

IC: Ryu Brightstar
Sullustan Shipyards, Sullust

Ryu gritted his teeth. He looked away for a moment. From the look on his father?s face, he could tell this job was important. He also figured his dad would be expecting him to finally grow up. He knew he had been acting like a child. Even if he still was one. His eyes hovered over the screen. The job he was on was virtually over and he hadn?t another for weeks. Ryu tapped his finger on the machine.

?Alright. What and where is the cargo? What is the situation I am bringing it under? Need this go unnoticed??

Tag: Sinre

 

Just for future record, no one is suppose to know about those gauntlets and the effect they have on sabers is instatenious.

Imperial Knight Antares Draco

Palace Grounds, Hapes

Draco was on his back with a sputtering purple blade at his face. He did not show relief when it finally died. He was however surprised to find that it was still ignited when it should have died the moment it touched his gauntlet. But rather than contemplate the reason for it failing quickly as it should have, he had more pressing matters to worry about. Like not dying at this crazed Jedi's hand.

For crazy he was after all.

The man started raving about a former Imperial Knight, mistaking him, Draco, for Eydan Skorne. The grief and anger, the shock and the pain he could feel radiating off of the man through the Force was enough to tell him that he and Skorne knew each other and something had happened to set the Twilight Jedi off like he did. Something drastic happened that turned this Jedi into more than a foolish assassin but into a suicidal maniac.

As Kogun screamed for Krayt, Draco took that moment to stand up with his lightsaber with the intent to kill. As Kogun began to run towards what he believed was the source for those feelings Draco could feel through the Force, the Imperial Knight took that moment of distraction and emotional breakdown to finish the threat to his master and Emperor. With a firm grip on the handle of his lightsaber with the Force, he let it go from his hand, tossing it and guiding it true with the power gifted to him.

The silver blade swiftly whirled through the air on a path straight for Kogun's exposed back on a trajectory that would leave the Jedi in two pieces on the ground. Antares Draco had no qualms about striking down an assassin, for that is what this Jedi was. A wanna-be-assassin and a threat to his Emperor. It was the Orders duty to make sure all threats both foreign and domestic were neutralized in one way or another by any means necessary. And if it meant striking down an oppenant from behind, then that is what it took.

TAG: fist

 

IC: Alana Simptii - Sluis Van Shipyards - Interior Connecting Complex

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[blockquote]To [b]Alana Simptii's[/b] dislike, she didn't see any action on the way in. Though the Twilight Jedi did get a spectacular bird's eye view of the gargantuan Sluissi shipyards packed full of brand new Centax-class heavy frigates for the Confederacy. Most were visibly incomplete, still being built and tested by the detestable and repulsive Sluissi race. To Alana, the Sluissi looked more like bugs than an intelligent species.

Their ship loomed past a heavy-frigate nearly complete, Lady Simptii taking in the fine craftmanship and technological beauty of the hull. [i]I've been wrong about alien races before.[/i]

After they landed, the four walked quitely into a private corner room. [b]Athame[/b] eyed the enviroment briefly before handing them satchels. [b]"Each carries enough explosives to destroy a frigate, if placed in the reactor. The shockwave should severely damage the yards. There are only four frigates completed enough that their reactors have been installed."[/b] He explained.

Athame shuffled his arm around in his cloak and pulled out a data holocron slightly larger than his hand. Setting it on a metallic meeting table, he triggered the three dimensional diagram. "We will go in teams of two. I will take [b]Isis[/b], and you, [b]Tel'lya[/b], will go with Alana." Athame looked around the group, reading their faces...especially Alana's whom he eyed the longest.

Even though Alana didn't like his decision, she raised to objection. It was dangerous to initiate a debate in the middle of an important mission...she had learned that long ago by her former Master. Likewise, she taught that fundamental trait to her apprentice. Isis was smart, she could take care of herself...Alana wasn't going to defend her like a mother though. She wanted to get off Utapau and see some action, well now she would.

[i]I am a Twilight Jedi first...not her Master.[/i] Though, as much as she tried to convince herself otherwise...Lady Simptii couldn't deny the feelings she had for her. There was a special connection between the two...a connection stronger than friendship. [i]No! I've been down that road before...with Lord Bison...I will NOT do that ever again!!![/i]

Alana stared into the dark eyes of Athame and nodded silently. "I'm ready." She looked over at her female Bothan counterpart, [b]Tel'lya[/b] and nodded.

"That settles it then. Come back to this exact location when you've completed your assignments. Be back by the maximum mission time, a minute too late and you're on your own...which pretty much means dead." Athame joked to himself, seeing as how no one thought it was funny. "Be aware that we want to keep our presence unknown...this is not a Krayt Dragon hunt." He layed his eyes on Tel'lya as if she knew what he meant.

Breaking into their respective groups, Athame and Isis headed down a well lit corridor to the right. Isis looked back before she lost view and nodded assuredly at Alana, who nodded back. The Twilight Jedi suddenly noticed the Bothan had already started down the darker corridor to the left and hurried to catch up.

Alana watched the holo-graph shift and reform as the two moved along their outlined path. [i]This place is like a maze...damn Sluissi.[/i]

"So I hear you were a Sith Lord." The Bothan Tel'lya said finally.

"Once upon a time yea...what's it to you?"

"I need to be sure your head is in the mission and the Twilight code before we move on." The Bothan stopped suddenly in the middle of a connecting corridor. Throwing the map to the floor, she used the force to close and lock the hallway power-seal doors.

Alana looked up to the ceiling and noticed there were no security cameras...unlike the previous three they had just walked through. Suddenly, she watched as Tel'lya drew her lightsaber from under her cloak and ignited it...a sinister smile on her hairy, cream-colored face. [i]You have got to be kidding me...[/i]

[b]"Don't think I'm stupid. If you

 

IC: Bosa Nejeco

Bosa was walking over to a yorik-trema when he was thrown down on the ground by a Yuuzhan Vong warrior who was walking behind him. Bosa smelt the acrid smell of ozone as he looked at at the falling warrior. He had three blaster bolt holes drilled into his shoulder, catching him in the weak point of the armor, giving him no chance at surviving. The three stormtroopers who shot the warrior were brought down by a hail of thud and razor bugs, annialated by the barrage. Bosa stood up and looked at the young warrior and gained a new respect for the Yuuzhan Vong. For most of his life he held a deep contempt for the species for what they did to his homeworld. But durring the last few months he had seen that they had changed their ways since the end of the war. He let the other warriors take the man who saved his life, letting them preform their rituals that were needed.

As the last ships left the hanger and were saftly away, he called for the detination of the charges and made his way away from the blast.

Tag: GM

OOC: Not sure how bad you wanted the damage and if your going to have anything come after us so its up to you. Though i'm going to be bummed cause i'm in a shuttle.