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Star Wars OPEN Paradoxical Echoes: An Original Trilogy Game (Always Accepting New Players)

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  1. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Major Alvin Williamson the Second, Processing Station (Landing Pad 224-C)
    Location: Outside Downtown, Javin


    The Major stared.

    It had been so long since a subordinate had so blatantly disobeyed his order to physically move their backside somewhere, that he actually leaned over and prodded Keia in the shoulder, to confirm that she was not a hallucination or a hologram.

    Satisfied that he wasn't in fact seeing things, he drew himself up and glared down at her.

    "You are in the Empire, Ensign! When you are given an order by a superior officer, if you don't want to end up in the brig, you need to obey it to the letter, immediately and without trying to be funny. GET OUTSIDE AND IN POSITION, AND THEN CALL ME BACK!"

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  2. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Jingleheimer Voss (Jingle)
    Drooping Stalks - Javin

    The waiter seemed to have a good head on him saying he would meet the medical team for a cocoon for the navigator. Downside was he wasn't sure if he could trust it. After all local volunteer or Imperial there was a chance someone was cleaning up after the mission that removed the Commodore. With the medkit administered to the Navigator to the best of it's abilities he turned the scanner on himself. Made he was clear of anything in need of immediate attention and then waved it at the other members of the now 'under the table club'.

    So much for trusting their own Spook. Once everyone was given a quick wave and whatever the device said they needed the one woman who had brought it had thrown up on the waiter. Waving him off he looked at the others. His comm was going off and giving the programmed blink code he had input. "Drokking moof milkers!" he ground out as he banged his head on the table support pillar.

    "Hard Recall and Evac - Planet Wide of Imperial Personel." he stated as he looked hard at their wounded member. "Alright, who feels like stealing a cocoon and a speeder? Whatever happens next after an order like that I doubt we want to be here for it. We need to move fast in-case of the worst." he somberly stated as his eyes lost some of the determination in them. This was now a suicide survival scenario and he had no clue which side they were of the bombs from either side.

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  3. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Natalia Markova
    Javin

    She laid there still holding onto the hand though she could feel the strength leaving her, the blood finally staunched. The navigator nearly cried out as she was put on her front to let the being patching her up get a look at the entry wound. But she kept her jaw tightly shut, her hand shaking a little as she kept her grip on Alex's hand. She hoped this was almost over, that this pain would finally stop. But it was still there still sending wave after wave of anguish through her. She could barely comprehend the order coming in her mind so filled with pain. Though it seemed like the other around her had a clue of what was going on.

    She was going to have to trust them, she couldn't move, could barely think...

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  4. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Si Nevo, Miami Vice, Vance the Waiter, Baille Harte, Alex Qipao19, The Drooping Stalk
    Location: Downtown, Javin


    Si did not get an immediate response to his call, so stood in the middle of the restaurant, towards the back, so looked around where different individuals or groups were sitting amongst upended tables, or on chairs, dealing with their own, or others' injuries.

    Ahead and to the left, he spotted the familiar form of a Chiss femme, squatting down as she finished bandaging an injured person's leg with a white tablecloth.

    "Oh hey, Miami." He greeted, drawing a friendly smile of recognition from her as she looked over.

    "Hey, Si'." She returned, "Did you bring me a spare medikit?"

    "I didn't even know that you were here." He took a step towards her casualty, then froze at the audible spatter of retched material from behind those nearby drapes, and instantly doubled over himself, trying not to emulate the incident.
    He was fine with blood and injury, but could not handle vomit, for whatever reason.

    Vice rose and stepped over to her fellow volunteer, slipping his medikit backpack over his head, and despatching him outside to get some fresh air.

    "Uhh, I'll be fine." He defended himself.

    "I know you, Si'. Go outside and organise the coccoons." Miami looked around him, to see the medic immediately behind, finding a shorter female Zeltron. "Nikolett, you are up. Can you see what is happening back there?"

    "Thanks for that." Vance stated as he emerged from the back, pushing the drapes aside. "I'll get you a glass of water, Lieutenant." Then he noticed the medics. "Good, you are here. We need a medical coccoon back here, please. And watch your step-" He bent over slightly to wave a finger at the wet detritus coating the bottom of his black trousers and tops of his shoes. "-there is some sick on the floor, just inside."

    ****

    Inside the booth, Alex and Baille looked at Levric as, in a rare moment of weakness, at least around them, she vomited all over the waiter, the stink of the oatmeal-coloured wet mass hitting them straight away.

    The waiter stepped out, leaving almost perfect black shoeprints behind, which the sick very slowly encroached into.

    Their comlinks went off, with Jingle getting to his first.

    "Drokking moof milkers!" He ground out, banging his head on the table support pillar.

    "What is it?" Baille queried, deciding to ignore her own comlink, in favour of handling Levric's mess first. She dropped to all fours, wincing and hissing in pain as her hair was pulled by whatever it was stuck to under the table.

    "Hard Recall and Evac - Planet Wide of Imperial Personnel." the Chief stated as he looked hard at their wounded member. "Alright, who feels like stealing a cocoon and a speeder? Whatever happens next after an order like that I doubt we want to be here for it. We need to move fast in-case of the worst."

    "We could do one better. I'd bet a hand of Sabaac that that was a Flying Fortress that came overhead, and it doesn't appear to have left-" Alex paused and looked up as someone new entered through the curtains, stopping before the Levric's puddle, then leaned back out, clearly calling, "Si! We're going to need a coccoon back here. Blaster wound to the abdomen!"

    The Zeltron stepped daintily over the oatmeal slick, to squat down between Alex and Voss, swinging her backpack round from her right shoulder and dropping it to the floor between her knees.
    She smiled at Natalia: "Hey there, so who have we here?"


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  5. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Harv Storante, Dano Weesk (npcs), DMV Control, and rear of Galactic Seas motel, respectively
    Location: Downtown, Javin


    Harv listened closely to Lieutenant Shan's harried tones coming over the commo board:

    "Yes. We're located at the Galactic Sea's motel."

    "Okay, good girl." He murmured his approval at her having given him something useful to work with, and though he didn't intend the voice-pickup to pick that up, he wasn't going to lose any sleep over it.

    "We've taken fire by unknown enemy forces and have multiple casualties." She continued quickly, and waited.

    After the pause continued long enough for him to realise that there was no more information forthcoming, he returned his voice to a normal volume. "Right, Lieutenant. I shall inform the garrison about your situation. Not sure how quickly they can respond. In the mean time, one of my junior medics, Rodian youngling named Dano, is already on-site and has already reported that Galactic Seas is locked down. He's going around your perimeter, trying to find a way in. While he's obviously no doctor, he has a full medical backpack." He continued. "Additionally, our security volunteers, the D-S-V, are in pursuit of the patrol troopers that attacked your crew at a restaurant. There has to be some DSV still in town, so I'll have a pair peel off and come to assist you. Actually, stay on the line while I do that, please."

    Storante muted the comm to the Shan, and called the DSV controller, a blue-shaded holograph of a standing Rodian femme rising four inches out of the control deck.

    "You called?" Her image asked, knobby antennae shifting. Dark sleeveless sheath dress, and holding a datapad by her side, completed the image.

    Harv paused, the incongruity of their situation staying his tongue. Whether DSV or DMV, the last letter meant 'volunteer', meaning that if their members wanted to put food on the table, they needed a day job.

    Here, they were, equal colleagues, yet once a month, unknown to Mrs Storante, he dropped kilocred coins into a tip jar whilst Kera gyrated around a vertical chrysopaz-coloured pole, in a back area at The Uptown Bar.

    "Harv, you're drooling."

    He self-consciously swiped his hand across his lips and examined his hand, to find not only was it bone dry, but she was chuffing with laughter.

    "Yeah, funny." He reproached. "Several Imperials are pinned down at the Galactic Seas, Kera. They also have casualties. Any of your people still within town limits that you can send over to help?"

    "Sure, I'll send a couple of the guys. Part of a team guarding the casino, so can be there in a few minutes. Anyone they can ask for upon arrival?"

    "I've got a Lieutenant Shan on the other line, so they can ask for her. If they call me on the approach, I can sort out an emergency channel for them to chat on."

    Kera looked down as she lifted her datapad up to chest height. "I'll assign one now. Okay, tell her, Emergency Channel Aurek Fom."

    "Cheers Kera, you're a star."

    "Well, that goes without saying."

    Harv switched back to Shan: "Sorry to keep you waiting, Lieutenant. Backup is on the way. DSV will call you on Emergency Channel Aurek Fom, so keep that clear. Oh yes, they will be Rodians; I hope that won't be a problem?"

    ****
    Galactic Seas

    Dano had reached the back of the motel, and gazed across the area behind it, which wasn't the tidiest-looking place in the galaxy, and as if to highlight that fact, his first step past the chipped brickwork of the corner, noisily skittered an empty-sounding bottle away into the darkness.

    Looked like it wasn't expected to be a tourist area.

    He had ducked amongst bins twice his height, upon hearing the blaster fire exchange behind him, at the front of the place. His reinforcements, when summoned, could deal with any survivors out there.

    His priority, he felt, was to get inside, and report back on the situation there.


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  6. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Flight Officer Veetar "Entoban" Edwith, Senior Lieutenant Remus Laska (npcs), TIE Pilot Ready Room
    Location: Darkest Night star destroyer


    Several TIE pilots, both 'Bad Love' and 'Dark Nebulae' squadrons, were finishing off putting on the black flightsuits and helmets, as Senior Lieutenant Laska stepped through the still-opening hatch, and called for silence.

    Various chatter faded, including a heated discussion as to why they couldn't possibly be dropping into a gravity well; only Victory-class SDs did that!

    Veetar Edwith, human pilot from Corellia (officially, anyway), and a member of 'Bad Love', patted his right hand over various pouches, whilst the fingers on his left hand, securely gripped the rim of his polished black durasteel helmet.

    He listened closely to Laska at the front: "We are ignoring your squadrons and mixing you up into two groups. Group One, and Group Two, so listen out for your names or call signs." Laska called out, instructing the attentive pilots. "Group One, you will be running interference for the Star Destroyer as we drop from orbit. Group Two, you will be escorting the shuttles of the 714th Group as they pick up the critically wounded and volunteers. Any questions?"

    Edwith had a couple, however nothing good ever came of putting one's hand up, so he remained silent and waited for his callsign to be called, so that he could find out what him and his TIE Fighter were going to be getting up to.

    His callsign, "Entoban", was spacer slang meaning "Name given to any original homeworld that is lost" and referred to where he had been born, though he didn't advertise it, Mygeeto. His parents had worked for the Intergalactic Banking Clan back in the day, having him there before all that unpleasantness of the crystal-surfaced planet seceding from the Republic.


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    Note: Space Slang created by @Gamiel
     
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  7. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Jim Palso
    Hunk of Junk, Hyperspace


    Palso looked around the sparsely equipped & furnished captain's cabin. He could tell that the cabin was still of it's still stock condition and, at that, had seen little to no use. Whoever last made the bed was clearly never in the military, but the sheets looked clea---

    "Don't worry Captain Palso!" blurted out Walking Library from the entrance to the cabin.

    Jim was spun around with his WESTAR-34 Blaster Pistol drawn from his cross-draw belt holster on his left with his right hand, the pistol already comfortably pointed at the droid from under Jim's roasted coffee bean colored open chested overcoat.

    "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" the droid held his hands up, "By the Maker, what have I done??!!"

    "Sweet Force!" Jim barked at the droid, "You almost got yourself blasted, Library!" Palso holstered the pistol.

    "I'm terribly sorry, Master," the droid replied, lowering his arms, "I'd hate to make my new Master so disagreeably with me as to blast me."

    "What do you need, Library?" Jim said, trying to move on past the near-deactivation moment for the droid.

    "I was going to say that the sheets are cleaned, Master."

    "Good," Jim said, looking around the room and opening up the locker/storage unit inside the room; the smuggler found two items, a black wide brim hat and a Antique & Armor Quarterly Sales Catalog, "Well," Palso said as he withdrew the hat and put it on his head and looked at the droid, "It fits."

    "Impeccable, Master," the droid replied.

    Palso brought out the catalog next and smiled, closing the locker/storage unit and going to the chair and small coffee table next to it in the open area of the room. Jim sat down and bent his right leg over the other and started going through the pages of the highly anticipated catalog, "Your former master had some good tastes."

    "He did, Master Palso," the droid said, then added, "I'll check in with Bugger in the cockpit, see where we're at in our travel."

    "Sounds good," Jim said and as he started to hear the droid depart, Palso raised his voice, "And Library?" Jim called out. When the droid returned, Palso stated, "I'm not your Master. You have freedom here. I'm your Captain."

    If droids could show emotional on their metal faces, Jim swore he saw some flash across Library's face, "Thank you, Captain. No one has ever given us freedom before."

    As the droid's noisy steps grew fainter and fainter, Palso returned to the sales catalog with excitement.


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  8. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    OOG: Getting to tags one at a time today and tomorrow. I should be able to get to most of them later tonight (have dinner plans with my wife's family), then finish up tomorrow late afternoon/night.

    @TheAdmiral , I think you oopsed. Your last post from June 11 has the prisoner alive, but your earlier post from May 29th have the prisoner dead. I'll assume he's dead and I'll work it in.


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    IC: Trooper DW-418125 (Benjamin Jacob Waynes; "Face")

    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin


    Face did a double take at the good Sergeant's comment, "Sarge," Face said as politely as he could to a superior, "He's dead."

    Mistakes happened, especially minor ones, in the rush of the moment. After all, it wasn't everyday you had friendly turbolaser fire raining down on you and hostiles dressed in stormtrooper armor trying to kill you.

    When the Sergeant didn't respond and instead held up his hand to silence them to movement outside, Face dropped the issue and both him and Business took positions as the First Sergeant ordered. Face, for his part, glared at Business who was supposed to be at the door.

    You Sithing idiot! Face mouthed towards Business who gave him a one finger gesture in return before creeping up towards his former position. Suddenly the corpse behind them started jerking & smoking, but the combat veterans stayed their ground. Business nodded towards the downed trooper's helmet (the one Business had beat to a bloody mess) and Face tossed it to him quietly, the typically rash Business catching the helmet with kid-like gloves and softness, minimizing any sound. Business nodded towards Face who nodded back and assumed a position where he pointed his blaster pistol towards the soft wall, nodding for the First Sergeant to do the same. Business and Face were old hand at working together and it would take a hot minute for the First Sergeant to catch up, but Face knew the good Sergeant would have probably thought of the same thing if not for Face and Business' established working relationship in some situations.

    Then Business---the blond-haired crazy man that he was---prepared to lean the helmet out into the hallway, making sure to hide his hand from holding it, to see the reaction he would get. Depending on the reaction, depended on if Face and the First Sergeant would turn the thin wall into Swiss Cheese or leave it alone.

    But, as luck would have it, Face's comlink came alive in the moments before Business was about to do his thing and everyone froze. One way or another they were about to get a reaction from the hallway visitors and Face's finger edged all the more closer to the trigger of his blaster pistol as he cursed under his breath as the comlink speaker rattled off.

    "This is DMV Control. Emergency message to all Darkest Night crew. Emergency recall. Report to the Imperial Garrison immediately for 'hard planet pickup'. Emergency recall. Report to Imperial Garrison immediately for 'hard planet pickup'."


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  9. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart)
    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin



    Craig nodded at the LT's instruction as he was in the lobby desk area standing guard, while Chris was marching all around patrolling the bottom level.

    The Master Sergeant wasn't well informed of Shan's discussions with DMV Control, since he wasn't on that comm call, but he knew she was probably thinking the same thing as him: it'll would take a squad of 9 troopers per floor with one squad in reserve in the lobby and two squads handling lobby level & exterior building security to make a proper sweep in 5 minutes. For a 4 story motel, that meant 63 troopers. And 5 minutes was all they had in this environment and 3 troopers wasn't 63 troopers.


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  10. TheAdmiral

    TheAdmiral Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 28, 2004
    IC: Sergeant First Class Adrias Stark
    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin


    Adrias blushed, but thankfully under this lighting it would not be visible. “Oh yes, yes...” he murmured “My bad.” he gave a dry chuckle. He tried to step lightly and silently taking a better position. Adrias frowned slightly at the exchange between Face and Business. Though no one could blame them, the whole situation was so strange and surreal, it was natural to make mistakes.

    Good thinkin using the helmet, he gave a small nod of approval. Not that they needed such things, nor did they see him do it. The Sergeant’s part of his mind evaluated their professionalism. They worked as a well oiled machine. That worried him a bit, he was the new guy, not used to their way of doing things and prone to mistakes. The problem was that sometimes mistakes could be deadly.

    Great improvisational skills. Using the helmet as bait. But as usual things had their own logic as the commlink crackled telling them to fall back to the Garrison. “Maybe we can use it to call in reinforcements?” he whispered.

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  11. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    IC: Lieutenant Gwyneth "Gwen" Levric
    The Drooping Talk, Downtown, Javin


    Everything moved in a blur as she shuffled herself to the back---over her own vomit---and away from all the businesses. She watched from afar as a medic came in...

    She smiled at Natalia: "Hey there, so who have we here?"

    There, Natalia would survive. Or so Gwen hoped. Everyone was ignoring her now, everyone focused on Natalia's health. Which is what she wanted...she needed room to collect her own thoughts as she wiped vomit remnant from around her mouth with a nearby napkin she found on the debris-covered floor.

    There were more people running around now, issuing orders about evacuating to the Imperial Garrison. She was here, with her comrades, to---

    "Lieutenant!" the filtered voice of a Stormtrooper's helmet was over her head.

    She looked up, seeing a whole squad of the white armored troopers flooding the restaurant. Several Imperial Medics were reinforcing their ranks as they went to the wounded; she looked outside, her eyesight briefly blinded by the spot light of a passing LAAT/le Gunship just leaving a hovering position, as two other of the quick & agile law enforcement speeders converted for military use was still hovering and zip lining their Stormtroopers down to the ground. Up above, the sound of two TIE Fighters zooming by could be heard.

    The cavalry had arrived from the local Imperial Garrison or---at least---a rapid response force. These specially trained troopers weren't here to save the day, they were here to secure the area and detour any would-be second attackers. But at least it told Gwen that someone was listening and soon this nightmare would be over.

    "Are you okay?" the Stormtrooper asked.

    Gwen nodded shakily, "I---I think so."

    The stormtrooper pointed to the wall, "Get to cover. Don't move until told to do so!"

    The stormtrooper moved on without another word, instructing able bodied people to do the same.

    Gwen crawled---her body starting to hurt---over to the wall. She sat up against it and looked at a medium aged man holding his 5 year-old daughter in her arms.

    "Sithing Rebels!" the man cursed at Gwen under his breath as he and his daughter shook; his face was darkened in dirt and dry remnants of blood, as was his hands. His dress clothes for a nice night out were torn in places. His daughter's once clean dress was dirtied all the same and her blond hair was a random mess of craziness now. She peeked at Gwen before burring her red eyes into her father's chest and continued to quietly cry, "The Rebels are going to pay! These Rebels are going to pay!"

    Gwen only nodded as the man turned away, looking off into the remains of the debris littered restaurant. The anger on his face showed that the galaxy was spiraling out of control towards an outright civil war. There had been rumors and whispers for years and everyone had either quietly or publicly taken sides.

    It was nights like this that stroked that war flame ever greater.....


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  12. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 10, 2001
    OOG: Posting for @Sith-I-5 , since I haven't heard from him in a while. While its uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet, I think he's on vacation if memory serves right from years past. For some reason, July triggers my memory for him being gone. But, whatever the case, I'll cover him for the time being until he gets back. :)


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    IC: Si Nevo, Miami Vice, Vance the Waiter, Baille Harte, Alex Qipao19, The Drooping Stalk
    Location: Downtown, Javin


    The cocoon was lowered from the above hovering HAVr A9 Floating Fortress, Natalia had been strapped on and was soon lifted up towards the hovering vehicle. For the sake of keeping track of who's who---especially with a world-wide evac called for the crew of the Darkest Night, Baille Harte had gone with her and the Medic Miami Vice, leaving SI Nevo to help with the wounded. Soon, SI was coordinating with the three Imperial Medics who had recently arrived with the Stormtrooper quick reaction force.


    *****************
    Floating Fortress

    "We'll get you to a doctor," Baille reassured Natalia as the load master (replacing a gunner seat, since the fortress was unarmed) finished securing the cocoon in place with heavy-duty locks; the load master pounded on the wall separating the cargo area and the cockpit---seeing like this was old hand to him---and then he tapped the shoulder to the nurse next to him, who moved into the spot the load master had just evacuated. The Rodian nurse started up medical machines and going through a routine that seemed all too familiar to her as the floating fortress lurched forward as the hovering was disengaged. Miami fell into a routine of familiarity with assisting the nurse, the two woman hardly sharing a word as they worked quickly and expertly.

    "You need to get the Imperial Garrison quick!" the nurse blurted out, the professional concern on her face all too worrisome to Baille.

    "I'll try!" the pilot shot back from the cockpit as he took a brief look, his co-pilot on the communication channel with someone, "You see that Star Destroyer in upper atmo that is coming down? The garrison base has put a hold to all traffic until it lands."

    "We don't have time for that," Miami said muttered quietly, so only the nurse and Baille could hear.

    Baille pushed past the medic & nurse and into the cockpit, a look of determination and command on her face.

    "Hey! You're not---" the pilot started, but Baille shot him a look.

    "Don't even," she warned, then looked at the jaw dropped co-pilot.

    "Repeat MedVac Vol 22," came the voice over the open comlink channel from whomever the co-pilot was talking to, "We didn't catch your last."

    Baille pointed out at the TIE Fighters, "Fly towards them!"

    "Towards them!" blurted the hover pilot, "Look Missy---"

    "Lieutenant Baille Harte," she corrected, Dark Nebula Squadron, assigned to," she pointed at the ISD, "That Star Destroyer! Now, fly Mr, or I'll kick you off this---"

    "We need to hurry!" blurted the female nurse from the back, she added, "Now! Save the pissing contest for later!"

    "What do we do, Lieutenant?" the pilot asked, admitting defeat on his hover ship and then indicating to the co-pilot to start a standard emergency broadcast in the vein hope the ISD would be paying attention, so they could avoid whatever crazy plan she had.

    "Go for the smaller forward hanger," she instructed, looking out as predictably two TIEs started peeling off escort and started angling their way, "And starting flashing your lights in this pattern," she handed him a small card from a pouch and added, "I want that back."

    "Wait, my instructions were to head to the garrison," he said, shaking his head, "Not a Star Destroyer!"

    "It doesn't matter," Miami said, a look of resignation on her face, "She needs surgery. And she needs it now. We've done everything we can," Miami shook her head in defeat, "But she needs a doctor. We're getting close to irreversible damage at, which point, I don't know if she'll recover."

    Baille looked at the pilot, "Get us to that ISD!"


    *****************


    Back at the restaurant


    Alex Qipao19 looked at Jengleheimer Voss as the Floating Fortress ascended away from the roof and into the night sky above.

    "Where to----" Alex started, but was interrupted by two Stormtroopers.

    "You two!" The stormtrooper ordered with a colored pauldron, who then pointed to the line of survivors, "Get in line over there! Have your identifications ready!"

    As the troopers moved on just as quickly, Alex looked at Voss and shrugged as the two shuffled over to line and produced their identifications; they were quickly ordered to sit along the wall for cover. Alex could see Gwyneth Levric a bit further down the line sitting along the wall. He started to wave, but stopped when he could see she wasn't paying attention.

    "Contact!" Yelled a Stormtrooper somewhere down the line of survivors as the stormtrooper closet to Alex and Voss forced his way into the line and up against the wall in a kneeling position. He positioned himself along one of the pillars between the broken out window panes for cover. He kept looking out from his cover to find whatever the threat was.

    Another white armored stormtrooper fell outside, adding a second body to the one already outside.

    "Sniper!" yelled another trooper.

    Silence again.

    All about the shelled out restaurant, stormtroopers were running about finding cover for defensive positions or helping civilians to safety inside rooms or behind tables. Outside the restaurant, stormtroopers were doing similar things while the LAAT/le Gunships circle around trying to find the sniper with their spotlights.

    Another shot.

    "Trooper down!"

    Another Stormtrooper fell outside where cover was less then ideal.

    Suddenly the stormtroopers were adjusting optics with exterior hand motions on their helmets as the troopers were nodding to some unheard voice exterior of their helmets, but which were clearly heard inside their helmets. Suddenly the stormtrooper by Alex & Voss turned from his cover, raised his E-11 Blaster Carbine and as a spattering for blaster fire erupted from the troopers and one of the hovering Gunships, the far slightly taller building's roof---which the building itself was under construction---erupted into a vortex of concreted blaster fire & other ordnance, including rockets from the gunship.

    Soon, it was over. A convoy of 9 Imperial Troop Transports escorted by 3 Imperial-class 1-H Repulsortanks (tank in front, middle, and rear with 3 transports between each) arrived almost as if on cue, off-loading Stormtroopers. The trooper next to Alex nodded to some voice only heard by him and the trooper started instructing the survivors to get up, the trooper pointing to the trooper transports, "Get to the transports! Go! Go! Go!"

    Alex ran out of the restaurant, following the other survivors and past & through rushing around stormtroopers as they secured the area and took up defensive positions. Two other stormtroopers by the transports were waving people towards the transports and directing them where to go. Alex was---thankfully---directed with Voss into the same transport. Just as Alex and Voss loaded into the transport, one of the tanks began taking blaster rifle rounds.

    "By the Force!" Alex said, "What is going---"

    His voice was drowned out by the sudden boom of the tank's heavy laser cannon that lit up the night sky and took out a distant target near the construction site.

    As the transports started moving, Alex looked at Voss, "Hey. How you doing?"



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  13. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    OOG: Re-posting for sake of communication; Posting for @Sith-I-5 , since I haven't heard from him in a while. While its uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet, I think he's on vacation if memory serves right from years past. For some reason, July triggers my memory for him being gone. But, whatever the case, I'll cover him for the time being until he gets back. :)


    **********


    IC: Trooper DW-418125 (Benjamin Jacob Waynes; "Face")

    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin


    “Maybe we can use it to call in reinforcements?” Adrias whispered.

    Face was about to say that was a great idea---considering he didn't think of that (and surely Business didn't either)---when they had received the answer they were waiting for.

    First, it was the predictable wide shots that blew through the other side of the wall, sending the thin wall material everywhere and covering the floor and surrounding area with debris. Then it was Face and everyone else opening up. Unlike their counterparts on the other side of the wall---who clearly did not have stormtrooper training----Face lowered his blaster and started peppering the lower part of the wall. Last thing they needed were civilians being in the room across the hallway and dying from a wild blaster bolt that could be traced back to Face and company.

    After a moment, someone ordered the firing to stop---Face thought it was Adrias who issued the order. Grunts of pain and colorful curse words could be heard on the other side of the wall. Face looked to Business who nodded and checked the hallway, quickly firing two blaster bolts out of sight. The thuds on the floor and sudden lack of cursing----most likely due to their legs being shot up---said everything as Animal peaked back into the room, "Hallway clear!"

    Face nodded and looked back to Adrias, tossing him the comlink, "You're up sir!"


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  14. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    OOG: Re-posting for sake of communication; Posting for @Sith-I-5 , since I haven't heard from him in a while. While its uncharacteristic of him to be this quiet, I think he's on vacation if memory serves right from years past. For some reason, July triggers my memory for him being gone. But, whatever the case, I'll cover him for the time being until he gets back. :)


    ***************


    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart)
    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin



    Craig heard the muffled sounds of blaster fire somewhere up stairs.

    "Lieutenant!" he barked, Contact!" Without a second thought, he jumped over the reception desk and darted to the nearby elevators to secure them. Chris was already rounding the corner from the opposite side of the restaurant and took up a position by the emergency door & staircase near the elevators. Both the elevators and stairs would be the most likely ease of transportation down to the bottom levels where they were. And even though the doors were locked---someone had got out. "Location, LT?"

    Animal hoped the Lieutenant could pin-down the blaster fire location more accurately and decide on a course of action from there. Soon, however, the blaster fire had ended, leaving the three Imperials wondering who had won and who had lost.


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  15. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    IC: Natalia Markova
    Javin

    "Markova…" the navigator hissed between pain gritted teeth, "Natalia...Captain…" The words where jumbled up in her mind the pain clouding her mind and making it difficult to even speak. As the cocoon was wrapped around her she felt a chill run through her, her entire body shook with shivers. Was this from the cool liquid running through it or was she becoming colder and colder. She kept shivering, her body likely going into shock. As she was brought onboard the craft her eyes stayed open watching the world shift from the warm ceiling of the Drooping Stalk, to the cold metal of the medical evac.

    Her consciousness started fading, she found her eyes closing and reopening her breathing being somewhat uneven. The sound of each breath rang in her ears, the beating of her heart nearly deafening. It was a struggle just to remain aware of her surroundings of the voices speaking. Something about worrying about landing on the Darkest Night. Looking around she found her tunic, bloodied and burned draped over her cocoon. In the breast pocket her code cylinder.

    "Code…." she said to the nurse attending to her. "Cylinder...my…" she looked to the shining metal object glinting in the light of the illuminators. Good thing she wore her uniform even though she was supposed to be on R&R.

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  16. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 10, 2001
    OOG: For anyone unaware, @Sith-I-5 has passed away. What few details we have can be found here. He will be missed beyond words. @};-

    I will be assuming his IC characters and slowly fading them out of story. While I know Sith would want their stories to be continued, he is the one who should do it and not me. So I will look forward to his thoughts when we meet again with the Lord. [face_praying] I will do the same with his NPC characters.

    Please address all of Sith's tags to me. Thank you. :)


    ***********


    IC: Miami Vice, Baille Harte

    Floating Fortress, Javin


    "Markova…" the navigator hissed between pain gritted teeth, "Natalia...Captain…"

    "Sweetie," Miami said, "Hold onto your strength," the medic said, absently paying attention as she rushed through the work she had to do to try to save the Imperial's life, "We don't need to know the Imperial Star Destroyer's captain's name."

    Baille came into the cargo hold, "Hoping this works."

    "What?" Miami asked, once again absently, the nurse likewise paying little attention beyond her job to save the patient's life.

    "Us not getting blown to bits," Baille said, shaking her head, "I forgot my code cylinders back on the ISD. Stupid of me. The likelihood of them allowing us through a armed escort of a Star Destroyer on this type of planet-side pickup with just using a open emergency channel..." Baille shook her head, "I'd have a better chance of becoming a Grand Admiral tomorrow. Even with my light codes that the TIE Pilots should know."

    "Yeah," Miami replied, "Apparently the ISD captain is a real piece of work. Guess it flows down to the TIE Pilots too. She keeps repeating the ISD captain's name, Captain Markova Natalia."

    "That's her name," Baille replied.

    "Huh?" Miami paused and looked up at the Imperial pilot.

    "It's Navigational Officer Natalia Markova. Captain."

    "Oh," Miami replied, pausing, then looking at the cocooned patient, "I'm so sorry dear for---"

    "Code…." she said to the nurse attending to her. "Cylinder...my…"

    "Oh my..." Miami replied, then looked up to Baille, "You said you were missing your code cylinders? She has hers."

    "Oh sweet Force!" Baille breathed with sudden excitement and looked towards Natalia's bloodied uniform and grabbed the code cylinders; she looked at Natalia and said, "Good thinking! We'll get you home!"


    *****************

    Sometime Later....

    "She'll survive," Chief Medical Officer Debgate said, rather half-heartily as if to give herself a way out if Natalie didn't survive. As if---in some way---her lack of enthusiasm would protect her from any emotion later if the opposite was true.

    The Chief Medical Officer turned from the bacta tank that Natalia floated in and towards the viewport overlooking the nearby Imperial garrison base and the seemingly endless stream of Imperial refugees---a weird word to use, refugees, for the mighty Empire---"When do we lift off, Commodore?"

    "One hour," Commodore Valentino Mazzanti replied, "The security screening process is holding us back."

    "As is expected," Debgate replied, looking back over her left shoulder, "And the medical screening process? We'll want to match every crew member's biological markers to the data we have on file. It'll take time, but one I would highly recommend. We don't want an impostor on board."

    "Security is taking blood samples," Mazzanti replied, "And will have them to you within the hour."

    "I'll take them and then do my own tests," Debgate said, turning back to the viewport, her resigned expression reflected in the window as the endless line of Imperials marched below, "Blood tests can be faked. Altered even. I have other more scientific methods."

    "How long will it take?" Mazzanti asked.

    Debgate responded, "Several hours, day even, if the full medical staff is assembled. I can begin within the hour."

    "Do what you need, doctor," Valentino responded, adding, "The fate of the Empire may very well rest with us."

    As the commodore's body disappeared from the medical bay through the reflection in the viewport, Debgate turned back to the bacta tank and approached it, stopping and saying to herself without the commodore's presence, "So it would already seem to us, Commodore," Debgate smiled thinly and checked the read-outs at the control board next to the bacta tank, "A few more hours, Captain. And you'll be free. Hang in there."


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  17. galactic-vagabond422

    galactic-vagabond422 Jedi Grand Master star 4

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    Jul 11, 2009
    IC: Natalia Markova
    Darkest Night

    Natalia was fully out by the time she was brought onboard the Darkest Night, maybe a few mumbled words about hurting, feeling cold. Though she doesn't remember much of anything other than bright lights and the smell of disinfectants. Her eyes closed for what felt like could be the final time.

    There used to be music when she would sleep. Her dreams were always filled with the sound of viol music, sometimes the warm tones of a happy melody, or the sharp stabbing sounds of a terrible discordant tune. Now there was no music, no slight hum as a bow was dragged across the strings, no lifting crescendo that sent her flying into the sky.

    Now all she could hear was the inharmonious sounds of blaster fire, the shatter wails of the dead or dying. There was no music there, no time signature for her to map out, to time, to note the rise and fall of. It was all just noise, grating, untamed uncontrolled noise. It filled her mind when she closed her eyes. She couldn't control it, she couldn't make sense of it. The violence that swirled around her like a maelstrom. She'd served for months, and had never seen violence like this, she'd heard about it, seen the aftermath, but she'd never been in the middle of it. Now in a matter of a week she'd been involved in two such incidents, and been wounded. So much for just helming a Star Destroyer and getting to work with the best technology in the galaxy.

    Spies, assassinations, coverups, it all seemed like something out of those Holos other kids watched. What was she doing here, how was she getting deeper and deeper into these shadows. When would she see the light again, when would things return to normal.

    She felt like she was drowning, in deep cold water, that her limbs where struggling against a force that she could not see. The sounds of blasterfire and explosions growing louder and louder, until it all stopped with a crackle, and a snap. The lives she took. They weighed on her. She had to, she had no choice, no weapon, no recourse it had to be done, so she could survive, so that the Commodore could survive. It was justified was it not, then why did she feel so guilty.

    A final wail of a woman echoed in her mind as her eyes opened, squinting against the harsh light of the medical bay. How long had she been out, where was she, who was here, watching her bob up and down in her undergarments and sensors. Her eyes once accustomed to the light realised that there was a medium between her and the outside. The blueish green tinge of the healing liquid known as Bacta. There was a salty taste in the back of her throat confirming her suspicions. It must have been serious, she'd never been in a tank of the stuff before, that was reserved for the worst of the worst. It was a simple blaster wound was it not?

    As the panic faded she tried to gain her bearings, to understand where she was. She could make out figures in the distance but they were all blurry and indistinct. Around her was clean and gleaming, a few tools that looked as clean as their surroundings.

    Medbay, it had to be, she'd only been in here once before, after the ill fated away mission. The memories that were still lingering came back to her. There was something they were trying to accomplish, a reason they were in that restaurant.

    Levric, she needed to speak to Levric, she needed to know...needed to know who was behind the death of the Commodore.

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  18. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost star 6

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    IC : Jingleheimer Voss 'aka Jingle'
    Back at the restaurant



    Alex Qipao19 looked at Jengleheimer Voss as the Floating Fortress ascended away from the roof and into the night sky above. She was safe. That was the only way to think of it now. He had done all he could and she was safe, or as close as anyone was on this now forsaken planet.

    "Where to----" Alex started, but was interrupted by two Stormtroopers.

    It had been a silly question as Jingle felt they already knew, steal a hover craft and get to the garrison or back to their ship, only he wasn't able to let Alex finish, nor respond as they were interrupted by the dulcet filtered tones of a stormtrooper.

    "You two!" The stormtrooper ordered with a colored pauldron, who then pointed to the line of survivors, "Get in line over there! Have your identifications ready!"

    Brass giving orders like that instead of directing others and keeping abreast of the situation with at least two others nearby was. . .odd. Either a unique command style or they weren't out of the proverbial woods just yet. As the troopers moved on just as quickly, Alex looked at Voss and shrugged as the two shuffled over to line and produced their identifications; in all honesty this was a lose lose situation in his mind. Either this was a false flag or the rebels were about to make their lives even more miserable as they were quickly ordered to sit along the wall for cover. Jingle could see Gwyneth Levric a bit further down the line sitting along the wall. Alex had actually started to wave, but stopped when he could see she wasn't paying attention. Rolling his eyes Jingle tried to focus on what going on as well as trying to find a way to sit comfortably against the wall.

    "Contact!" Yelled a Stormtrooper somewhere down the line of survivors as the stormtrooper closet to Alex and Voss forced his way into the line and up against the wall in a kneeling position. He positioned himself along one of the pillars between the broken out window panes for cover. He kept looking out from his cover to find whatever the threat was.

    Another white armored stormtrooper fell outside, adding a second body to the one already outside.

    "Sniper!" yelled another trooper.

    Silence again. For once silence that Alex didn't interrupt. Whatever was happening he knew what they had to do. Wait. The hardest thing of all.

    All about the shelled out restaurant, stormtroopers were running about finding cover for defensive positions or helping civilians to safety inside rooms or behind tables. Outside the restaurant, stormtroopers were doing similar things while the LAAT/le Gunships circle around trying to find the sniper with their spotlights.

    Another shot.

    "Trooper down!"

    Another Stormtrooper fell outside where cover was less then ideal.

    Suddenly the stormtroopers were adjusting optics with exterior hand motions on their helmets as the troopers were nodding to some unheard voice exterior of their helmets, but which were clearly heard inside their helmets. Suddenly the stormtrooper by Alex & Voss turned from his cover, raised his E-11 Blaster Carbine and as a spattering for blaster fire erupted from the troopers and one of the hovering Gunships, the far slightly taller building's roof---which the building itself was under construction---erupted into a vortex of concreted blaster fire & other ordnance, including rockets from the gunship.

    Had someone spotted the sniper? Or was this a case of elimination of possible locations by extreme prejudice? There was no good way to know without a dead body, either the snipers or another trooper. Soon, it was over. A convoy of 9 Imperial Troop Transports escorted by 3 Imperial-class 1-H Repulsortanks (tank in front, middle, and rear with 3 transports between each) arrived almost as if on cue, off-loading Stormtroopers. The trooper next to Alex nodded to some voice only heard by him and the trooper started instructing the survivors to get up, the trooper pointing to the trooper transports, "Get to the transports! Go! Go! Go!"

    Alex ran out of the restaurant, following the other survivors and past & through rushing around stormtroopers as they secured the area and took up defensive positions. Jingle did his best to hobble along, keeping watch ahead to see if maybe they could make sure to end up together. Two other stormtroopers by the transports were waving people towards the transports and directing them where to go. Alex was---thankfully---directed with Voss into the same transport. Just as Alex and Voss loaded into the transport, one of the tanks began taking blaster rifle rounds.

    "By the Force!" Alex said, "What is going---"

    His voice was drowned out by the sudden boom of the tank's heavy laser cannon that lit up the night sky and took out a distant target near the construction site.

    As the transports started moving, Alex looked at Voss, "Hey. How you doing?"

    "Well, my leg is killing me. Well actually the phantom one as well as the real at the moment I'm afraid. I'm trying not to think about the Navigator. I'm pretty sure terror bonding is not a recommended way to cement our friendship, I am concerned whether we are caught in a false flag operation or an actual rebel assault, and I just realized I forgot the bath soaps I was supposed to pick up. So all in all, terrific. Yourself?" He replied with a straight face and a steady voice, but he knew he wasn't steady. Maybe if he could fake it just another minute, and then a minute more, then another. Eventually maybe with time it would be true.

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  19. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Outspoken and Enraged Mod of SWTV and SWC star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Elena Shan
    Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin

    Elena was about to reply, when she heard the muffled blaster fire somewhere upstairs. She watched as Animal leapt over the desk, and stepped away from the comm. call; disconnecting herself. She didn't know if it had sounds had been heard in the background, but she had a more pressing issue at hand for the moment. She looked back and shouted, "I'm going with him; hold your ground here. Do not let anyone in until we return." She ordered, and used her good hand to help her over the desk. She followed Animal out towards the elevators, and walked quietly, listening for anything else that might reveal the location of the blaster fire. But if that didn't work...

    She glanced around, and looked up towards the ceiling again. Elena sighed. It's not like I've never done this before. Besides, Grandfather always said I should be using it for his benefit. And he needs to know what's going on.



    Elena centred herself, and drew upon the force. She raised her left hand hand slowly, trying to see beyond the ceiling and the walls, trying to locate the other members of Joker Platoon. She frowned slightly, and kept going, looking for anything familiar. And then...there. I've got them!

    She lowered her hand, and half ran past Animal, tossing a smile his way. "I know where there are!" Elena told him, and then paused. "But we have to figure out the best method of getting up..." She lowered her voice, and looked thoughtful. "We have to get this unlocked. The stairs would be the best, but we would have to watch out for anyone above..."

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  20. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    Sep 10, 2001
    OOG: Long post! Both OOG & IC. [face_whistling] Its all background & story building, but very, very, VERY important! :-B Bold blue links are for characters, but be watchful for the blue links within in the post that are not bold: they'll direct you to the depth and width of our wiki and how important it has been building it.

    ********

    I'm tagging the whole current Paradoxical crew, as well as some of our longest former members for our older Intervention games that may enjoy this long overdue world building.

    @Mitth_Fisto , @TheAdmiral , @galactic-vagabond422 , @TheSilentInfluence , @greyjedi125 , @Bardan_Jusik


    For Sith: A Legacy that Shall Live On


    This world building (the "wiki") started because of @Sith-I-5 back in 2010, although then it was through our Role Playing Resource forum. He loved the concept of the Kingdom of Jod, but challenged me to explain how it worked in detail so it made sense in a modern context. After all, combing Early Modern Period cultural & social norms with an American Civil War-era military theme into a Star Wars Galaxy ("Outside Galaxy") was hard, so that's where with the wiki I started off that the original LR-Model 2 Blaster Rifle operated off of the Red Rock Encased Projectile Type 1. I tried to show that the Type 1 was necessary because of the Capital World's weird magical fields forced the Jod people as a whole to function in this weird era of time (and not be able to use traditional blaster weaponry, let alone modern clothing). But with Red Rock from their destroyed Red Rock Kingdom and the invention of Red Rock Grow Fields, the Jod were able to solve their planet's magical problems through science and invented the Red Rock Encased Projectile Type 2, which was the spring board to "modern" Jod weaponry for the Jod Military Forces including the QF-Model 1 Infantry Rifle, 57 mm Armor Cannon, and the 152 mm Armor Cannon to name a few; through the 152 mm, I tried showing the progression of Jod ingenuity through first the original Red Rock Encased Projectile 152mm Armor Round being replaced by the newer & better MPR 362 Vector Shell, a new round of ammunition that takes the Type 2 to whole new heights. Through that progression, I tried showing the cutthroat business of the military industry complex in the Kingdom of Jod between Phillips & Hatch Ordnance Company (no link yet, see Gunsmith article) and Gunsmith Services & Arms Company, hoping to give context and depth to the Kingdom of Jod even more (that the Jod aren't some mythical goodie-goods saving the galaxy).

    Through all this, I tried showing that the Jod knew they were outgunned if the Outside Galaxy ever invaded, simply because of their magical world problems, and while they kept the Kingdom's military & civilian capabilities on-par to avoid a civil war or hostile take-over of the Capital World, they weren't fools and had both the Progressive-Traditional-Continuity Military Doctrine and Military Modernization Program in place by 10 BBY. Although this progress was painful with the bloody Operation Timber (20.5 BBY to 10 BBY) against their own people by the House of Royal Intelligence, with the discovery of the deliberate sabotage of the King I-class Cruiser by the same people that Operation Timber targeted and within the highest circles of power within the Jod. Through all this modernization, I tried to show how the Jod got even with the Outside Galaxy so quickly and how it happened, the House of Royal Intelligence making the front organization known as the Antique & Custom Arms Company that would become very large and buy out the legit HG Historical Armor Productions years later and through that acquisition create ACA Armor Sales which would---in time---create the Elite-series of vehicles & vessels. That Elite-series would secretly funnel individual license productions through Antique's Members Franchise Program, creating both a legal paper trail and legal cover in the Outside Galaxy (for other companies to produce the Elite-series vehicles), while also providing coverage for the designs of (as an example) the Armored Assault Elite X2 Tank through that same franchise program (in case a damaged Jod vehicle was "discovered" in the Outside Galaxy, it wouldn't look "weird" or "different" entirely), but produced on the Jod side through Armor Engineering Products (the license key being bought through a front company in the Outside Galaxy to cover for the production of the vehicle's license number & modification if discovered in the Outside Galaxy).

    Even more so, I tried to show how the House of Royal Intelligence knew everything in the Outside Galaxy and how they manipulated things to their advantage through their Deep Cover Agents and how these agents truly lived double lives, their motto showing their sacrifices through "To remain unseen, yet seen. To remain unknown, yet known. To not exist, yet to exist in all matters and meaning possible." This all pointed to (and link to "Disney Star Wars Canon" and separation of the Expanded Universe) with the Operation Revelation and the Three Party System, which we'll be visiting in a later game (spoiler).

    Its a lot. All of it. And its just scratching the surface, such as the Domestic Intelligence & Defense Agency, Franklin-class Attack Submarine, Infantryman, or even the Strategic Assault Trooper (part of the secretive Project New Born). Don't forget the Future Drive Reactor System of the King II-class Battlecruiser, the trusty PB-950 Patrol Boats, or the Mandatory Service Commitment for all Jod males between 18 & 43. There's much, much, much more to explore and know (836 pages total :eek: ). And with this huge spoiler out of the way, when we enter the second game (Into the Kingdom), it will all become useful. Sith would of been proud of it all and all of it would help all of the Kingdom of Jod to make sense.

    I just wish he was here to see it all finally be put to use properly. @};-:( He passed away less then a month and a half away from it being mostly completed today. So, I hope at the very least, we can utilize all of this in his honor. And I hope it helps you to feel a sense of depth & belonging in a larger galaxy being told, from Intervention (2009 to 2013) to Intervention: Echoes in Eternity (2013 to 2016), and now to Paradoxical Echoes (2017 to present).

    For Sith-I-5. @};-


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    IC: Corporal Joseph Venturi

    Company E, 291st Infantry Regiment; Plato 997, Kingdom of Jod


    "Will you stop looking at them already!" Lance Corporal Teddy Riva barked, "You look anymore, they're gonna far off and your arm with them!"

    "You're just jealous," Joseph said, eyeing Teddy's chevrons on his arm, "That I made Corporal."

    "Oh hell!" Teddy cited in disagreement, "That be a fool's lie if there ever were one!"

    "Not if I were a betting man," Joseph replied.

    The two men looked off in different directions, admiring the lush green countryside view as the regiment marched down the dusty dirt road in a row of two stretching further forwards and backwards than the eye could see clearly, only the blue & green regimental flag and the white & gold Flag of the Kingdom of Jod up ahead with Company A (with Company B through Company D between A & Company E) at the front of the column giving any baring of distance that wasn't as blurry as the endless line of LR-Model 2 Blaster Rifle barrels that caught the mid-day sun up above. On either side of the dirt road were spread-out gentle woodlands and spring-colored mountains in the far, far distance as various groupings of Infantrymen, Company Officers, and red-shirt Provost Guard---intermixed with various scattered white tents, tables & chairs, and the occasional Motorized Armor Corps' vehicle or Horse Cavalry Corps' animal---were dotting the woodland landscape & it's welcoming shade. All the side woodland gatherings foreshadowed to the fact that the 291st was far from alone and was, in fact, part of a larger infantry brigade attached to the 89th Combat Division (1 of 4 such brigades). While it would be a fool's thought to think all 4 brigades were on this remote Backwater World known as Plato 997 in the middle of nowhere (literally), it wouldn't be a fool's thought to reason that the various 4 infantry regiments that made up the 1st Brigade of the Unlucky 89th were coming together finally again after 9 months of patrol and missions on Plato 997. The other regiments & brigades of the 89th were spread out among the stars on various other planets, asteroid colonies, and inspecting starships while attached to Action Force 12. The question would be---as it always was---was the 1st Brigade the last of the detachments of the 89th to be collected?

    Joseph looked up into the blue sky above, the waving of nearby tree limbs by a light breeze interrupting his view ever so briefly. There, up above in low orbit, was the clear distant narrow arrow shape of a King-class Troop Transport and with it in a flanking starboard escort position further from the planet, a Light-class Destroyer and on the opposite bow side of the troop transport even further out then the destroyer from the planet one of the fancy new Strike II-class Corvette-Gunships. Maybe, it would seem, that the 1st Brigade would be the first brigade getting picked up this time, which would be a welcome surprise to get the best bunks on that troop transport and surprise 3rd Brigade this time like they had done to 1st last time (the stink hadn't come out of the standard issue beds for weeks and 1st Brigade was forced to clean the entire ship at the troop transport captain's orders).

    "You be a fool and that about it," Teddy finally replied, bringing Joseph's attention back to the here-and-now (but not before Joseph caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a Delta-class JV-7 Escort Shuttle---best guess at this distance---blasting out of hyperspace & rocketing towards the orbiting ships from the rear, then changing course and heading straight for the planet's surface), "That mining back home, something must be underground and making you all crazy like that."

    Joseph shook his head, "I'm no fool, but I best tell you no mining affecting my mind but your foolishness after these last 9 months being stuck here with you."


    ***************


    Sometime Later...


    The open grassy field was littered with containers, barrels, and the randomly space table & chairs near the dirt road where junior company officers & NCOs checked in soldiers as they lined up. All of this was dominated by the 3 M-1FD Planetary Drop Ships (with one lifting off and the other 2 still loading soldiers & equipment) in the foreground, behind the tables & chairs, and a single M-2FD Interplanetary Military Transport taking up most of the background with a line of vehicles, equipment, and soldiers wrapping around the entire backside of the grassy area---past & around a group of 4 Delta-class shuttles with wings folded up and ramps lowered with troops getting on board off to the far side---waiting to get onboard via the M-2FD's open bow doors. Off to the opposite side of those Delta Shuttles was a single Delta with it's wings folded up, it's open landing ramp being flanked by two sentry red-shirted Provost Guards to either side and a small gathering of two finely dressed men in business attire, two higher up Field Officers and 3 Company Officers at the bottom of the ramp of the shuttle a few feet away and out of ear shot of the two sentries.

    The overhead thunder of two Bounce Interceptors flying over the landing area and past the rising M-1FD just before it put full power to blasting off and towards low orbit, broke Joseph's attention away from that single lone Delta. The same one, he figured, had blasted out of hyperspace and approached the fleet from behind. Whoever they were, they looked important. Looking ahead, he saw that Company D was next to get checked in, then they would be up.

    "...I just don't understand sometimes," Teddy had apparently been talking to him for some length of time as Joseph looked at what the Lance Corporal was signaling towards in his conversation, "How most other units in the King's Army gets the fancy new Smithson Heavy Reconnaissance Fighting Vehicle and we're stuck with these outdated, broken down 99-8 LAFV!" Teddy shook his head, pointing disgustingly at the 99-8 with it's engine compartments open and a team of Army Mechanics around it, some shaking their heads in bewilderment while other mechanics desperately tried to fix the problem, "I mean, it couldn't even make it to the pick-up area without breaking down," pointing to the 2 oxen & Conestoga Wagon a few feet behind the 99-8 being loaded with whatever equipment & supplies were inside the 99-8 (and handful of dismounted Cavalry Troopers with their nearby horses in tow, looking upon the scene from a safe distance and Force only know what comments they were saying), "I mean, for Force-sake Joseph, we need the Horse Cavalry to help out the machine! Isn't it supposed to be other way around? For Force-sake, a horse is more reliable then the piece of turd 99-8!"

    "Not many people will disagree with you," Specialist Class Four Jet Wang said from behind the two.

    Teddy turned around with a smirk, "Look at that, he speaks!"

    "A man of many words is an idiot," Jet replied calmly.

    Joseph laughed as he looked between Jet & Teddy and slapped Teddy on the arm, "He has you there!"

    "Oh shove it to the center of the galaxy!" Teddy growled & rolled his eyes as he turned back to the front.

    Jet gave Joseph a wink & smile and as Joseph turned around, he looked back to that single Delta shuttle. He watched as one of the company officers came running their way---in fact it was their captain of Company E!!!---and while Joseph couldn't hear the words he was yelling over the roar of the engines of the various landing craft in the grassy area, he could see Staff Sergeant Bill Zappa meet the good captain half way and turn and point towards Joseph & Teddy.

    "Is he pointing towards us?" Teddy asked.

    "I think so," Joseph replied.

    "Well, whatever he says, say no to. Unless it's getting ahead of this line and off this backwards rock!"

    "I can't say no to an NCO! I'd get jailed or worse, shot!" Joseph cited.

    "Better you then me!" Teddy said.

    Joseph looked back at Teddy with a sideways look and Teddy nodded up ahead, "You better go see what's happening. If he waves any harder, his arms are going to fall off."

    "Wait here," Joseph said, taking a step out.

    "Don't worry," Teddy said, grabbing some beef jerky out of a belt pouch, "I plan to."


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    Delta-class JV-7 Escort Shuttle


    "You need to get better at saying no," Teddy complained from his seat secured in by crash webbing.

    "Like I had a choice!" Joseph replied as the two, Jet, Bill, and the two black "suits" (whose suits looked like this) were in the passenger compartment.

    "It's up ahead on scanners!" yelled back the Shuttle Pilot (co-pilot) from the cockpit, his head poking back towards the cargo compartment.

    "Get close, but stay out of visual range. We don't want any surprises. We'll hike in!" yelled back one of the suits.

    "Whatever you say big cheese!" the co-pilot replied and turned his attention back to the cockpit and from the movement of the pilot and co-pilot's head, the two were discussing the plan.

    After listening to & watching the exchange, Teddy turned back to Joseph, "Yes you had a choice!"

    "And get shot!" Joseph bit back too loudly, drawing the temporarily attention from everyone. Smiling and waving nervously, he watched as everyone turned back to their business and turned his attention back to Teddy.

    "Better you then me!" Teddy replied.

    "I have a bad feeling every time you say that!" Joseph said, adding, "It's not like we can just ask thes---"

    "Hey suits!" Teddy shouted out, drawing the attention from the whole cargo compartment; when the suits looked at him, Teddy added, "Yeah, I'm talking to you two!"

    "Stand down Lance Corporal!" ordered Bill.

    One of the suits held up his hand after exchanging a look with his fellow suit, "Let him speak."

    Bill nodded, the shot Teddy a dirty, stern look.

    "What's this mission all about? We were about to home and we get dragged onto this shuttle without a single reason why. And we ain't no special forces who get paid to not ask questions, so you better start explaining."

    "What do you want to know?"

    Teddy wasn't expecting such a helpful response and stuttered off his reply at first, "Well...well...ah...who are you?"

    "Research Sciences & Theory Division."

    "The who?" Bill replied first, never hearing that name before. "Research and what----?"

    Teddy chuckled, "What, you guys some after college chess club or something?"

    Even Joseph chuckled a bit, if quietly, at that comment. Jet, as usual, was just quiet.

    The same suit replied, drawing a badge from under his suit, and flashed it with a all knowing smile, "House of Royal Intelligence."

    "Oh Hutt's mother," Bill cursed under his breath, "I just retired!"


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  21. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    IC: Alex Qipao19, The Drooping Stalk
    Location: Downtown, Javin


    "...terrific. Yourself?"

    Alex smiled in return. He knew the cook was lying and barely holding it together. But truth be told, so was he. It was an amazing thing what that military training could do in the moment to keep everything going. But, sooner or later, it would come crashing down.

    "Okay. I was really hoping to finish that meal though," it was as close to a honest lie as he could get, while also adding in something to distract from the shock of it all. To add some normal to the crazy world that was their's at the moment.


    **********

    Darkest Night (some time later...)


    It was an unusual feeling to be on a starship with real gravity, because that real gravity was caused by the starship being on ground. The influx of Imperials coming back to the ISD was impressive and, it would seem, painful.

    He rubbed just below the bend of the elbow where they had taken enough of a blood sample to give another person a chance at life with life saving products. Or at least that's how it felt.

    He looked at one of the many sets of double blast doors leading out of the hanger where the "approved" line of Imperial crew shuffled through two at a time through flanking Imperial Navy Troopers and a single white armored Stormtrooper standing off to the side (a KX-series security droid was standing behind the stormtrooper). As the line moved closer and they were now a half dozen pairs of heads away from the blast doors, Alex could see two other Imperial Navy Troopers standing directly opposite the incoming line of Imperials on the other side of the blast door. It appeared, once through this last checkpoint, crew members were next to proceed to their quarters aside from "essential" personnel, which meant the skeleton crew. Anyone on planet-side R&R was expected to be back in their quarters until further notice. Rumor going around the ranks was that medical personnel would start coming around doing a second check of "tests" to confirm people's identities. With the attack by "friendlies" and now a very rushed evac, Alex couldn't say he blamed them at all. It would be very easy for an impostor to slip onboard.

    As they reached the blast doors and got through, Alex looked at Jinge as the two were about to go their own ways after a few silent steps, "Until next time, Chef?"


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  22. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    OOG: @TheSilentInfluence

    That linked music was AMAZING! :cool: It fit the scene perfectly.


    **************


    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart)

    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin



    Craig was listening scanning the bottom floor as any good soldier would do when he had first seen Elena approach. He had been distracted by doing his job when he didn't hear her footsteps anymore. He looked back and did a double take.

    What the...? He thought as he watched her lift her hand and seemingly "see" through the wall. His gaze followed her as she ran past him.

    He shook his head after she was speaking, as if to get back to the here and now, "The stairs, got it!" he motioned for her to step aside and blasted the handle off the door (after all, it was an emergency access door, requiring the most basic of operating principles and, at that, to operate with power off). As the door door handle cluttered to the floor, he nudged open the door and peaked through, clearing it.

    "CLEAR!" he said and motioned her forward but everyone stopped at Chris' command.

    "STOP!" he ordered.

    Animal knew when he had a blaster pointed at his back. He turned around to see Chris standing there with a blaster pointed at the Lieutenant.

    "She's a Jedi!" Chris shouted, his helmet was on the desk, which meant he didn't have access to the Imperial communications network.

    "Whoa!" Animal said, looking between Elena and Chris, "She's no---"

    "She's. A. Jedi!" Chris shouted back, his blaster shaking and his voice trembling with both fear and excitement, "She must be arrested willingly, Master Sergeant! Or killed on the spot for refusal to do so! For their crimes against the Republic!"

    Animal glanced back into the stairway. Still clear. But it may not remain that way forever. He turned his attention back to Chris.

    "Trooper," Animal replied, "Now is not the time or place for this. You have no proof that the Lieutenant is a Jedi. None. And you're pointing a live blaster at an Imperial Officer!" Animal took a step forward, but raised his hands (with blaster pistol in one hand) to show he wasn't a threat to the trooper, "But I'm sure the Lieutenant can look past that," he glanced towards Elena for approval, then back to Chris, "Its been a long night for everyone. Maybe your just seeing things."

    "She's a JEDI!" Chris repeated, "I remember in our training, Master Sergeant! She was using the Force! I remember it! Get on the comm and report her in, immediately! I'll keep an eye on her!"

    Animal cracked a smirk of frustration, "Now, Trooper, is not the time!" he added, trying to refocus the trooper's attention to military protocol (that always helped in stressful times), "Lets finish this mission. Then, afterwards, I'm sure the Lieutenant will be more then happy to get checked out."

    "If you won't do it, Master Sergeant," Chris said, reaching for his helmet, "I will."

    A single blaster bolt rang out, Chris' armor exploding in a brilliant flash of debris at the close range and he cluttered to the ground.

    Animal lowered his blaster after a moment and turned to the staircase, "We need to hurry and get upstairs."

    He didn't look at the Lieutenant. He avoided her eyes. He had just murdered a fellow soldier doing---very possibly---his rightful duty in protecting the Empire from a Jedi. A duty Animal swore an oath to uphold as well. He didn't know Elena anymore deeply then the next trooper, but he reasoned he knew enough about her over these last few days to know that she was no Jedi. I mean, he would have seen it by now, right?

    Animal lead the way up the steps in silence......


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  23. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    IC: Chief Medical Officer Debgate
    Command Medical Bay, Darkest Night, on planet of Javin (landed)


    "Make sure everyone is accounted for," Debgate pressed as she spoke to the gathering of highest ranking doctors aboard the Star Destroyer, "And when you enter their quarters to do a follow-up, make sure you have an Navy Trooper with you and a KX droid. The droid will be recording everything with cameras as a video file, but in case there's some freak of nature in there and the troopers get knocked out, you have the droid. One trooper and droid inside the room, one trooper outside the room as a sentry. You and the nurse and the security team doing the test. Run the test, transmit the results directly here to this medical bay. I'll have a team of nurses and doctors running the results as fast as they can. It should only take a few minutes each, to run a full bio scan and match results. If the test comes back failed, don't say anything to the patient or any other personnel in the room. Hit the silent panic button on your comm and a team of Navy Troopers will be outside that door within seconds. Leave quietly and then let the newly arrived security team do the rest. Move onto the next sleeping quarters with your team and guards and security droid. We'll send in a second medical team to redo the tests for failed individuals later, but that individual or individuals will be locked within their quarters with four Navy Trooper guards standing sentry outside their quarters. If its a joint quarters, they all stay in there until the one is cleared. Questions?"

    There were none.

    "To your stations," Debgate said and the medical doctors departed with a clutter of conversation. She turned to the nurse who approached her from the far side and signaled her down, "Ma'am, Navigator Markova is awake."

    "Good," Debgate replied, checking her watch as she walked towards the bacta tank, "Early, but I'll take what I can get these days."


    ************


    "How do you feel?" Debgate asked as she approached Natalia, who sat on the edge of the bed, clothed in a standard medical gown, with the medic finishing up his last assessment of vitals before nodding to the doctor and walking off to chart his findings in the nearby console.


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  24. TheSilentInfluence

    TheSilentInfluence Outspoken and Enraged Mod of SWTV and SWC star 6 Staff Member Manager

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    IC: Elena Shan
    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin

    Elena froze at the loud command of stop, and gave Animal a panicked look. She hadn't considered being seen, and knew that even if she did confess it could lead to an investigation of the Platoon and the Darkest Night. Perhaps even a visit from Darth Vader. Not that Elena was worried about what he would do, she was certain that Darth Vader knew what Emperors Hands were. But everyone finding out? She didn't need that. And it would compromise her mission. She needed to remain loyal to the Emperor.

    She turned to Animal and nodded at the question of going with them willingly, and wondered if she would need to tell him anything. But being accused of being a Jedi? That was funny. Why would Elena want to be one of them? They tried to destroy the galaxy after all. She didn't show much of a reaction on her face when Animal shot the trooper, but internally she wondered if they would be able to talk themselves out of it. When Elena followed Animal up the stairs, she could feel his confusion, and his hesitation.

    "I'm not a Jedi you know. I wasn't old enough. And things are a little more complicated then that." Elena admitted. "I serve the Empire and his Majesty first." And then she paused. "Thank you for protecting me." Elena said sincerely. "I'll be more careful from now on. I'm sorry." I need to do a better job of hiding unless it's completely necessary.

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  25. Bravo

    Bravo Jedi Grand Master star 6

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    IC: DW-418121 ("Animal"; Craig Anthony Stewart)
    A Shady Motel, Downtown, Javin



    Animal replied shortly, "Let's just get this done."

    He knew he should had addressed her as Lieutenant. Or that he should had turned around to acknowledge her. But he did't do any of that. He still wrestled with what he had done to Chris by the time they reached the floor they needed to be on.

    Was he really a threat to the Lieutenant? Was Animal justified in shooting him? Would their be a court martial? What about the security cameras' recording system? Would he face a firing squad for killing trooper Chris?

    As Animal's hand rested on the door handle to open the heavy emergency fire door from the staircase and onto the 4th floor, Craig realized that he was only concerned about himself and not the Lieutenant's well being. In any other circumstance, he would stand the line with anyone under his command if falsely accused and would gladly go down in a hail of friendly fire if that meant standing up for the wrongly accused. But he wasn't so sure that the Lieutenant was wrongly accused.

    Regardless, he still didn't have a good reason to justify as to why he shot & killed trooper Chris. He could have easily disabled the crazy man, but instead he went for a clear kill shot. And it was that knowing shot that confused Animal so much. Why did he do it? Was he protecting Lieutenant Shan, the Imperial Officer? Was he protecting Elena Shan, the person? Or was it something else? It was the troubling ability for him to pinpoint the reason that made everything so frustrating in the rawness of the moments afterward.

    As he pressed the door open, his nose immediately picked up the smell of melted Stormtrooper armor and burned flesh.

    Right floor.

    He moved immediately to the side to allow Elena room to get in.

    "Clear," Animal said and moved down the logical progression of the layout of the floor to where they stopped at a 4-way junction and, up ahead beyond the vending machines & ice maker in the hallway, were two Patrol Trooper bodies. And to the right of those bodies was a serious of blaster holes through the wall. Animal didn't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out who was who. The blaster bolts through that wall spoke of trained and battle seasoned Imperial Stormtroopers.

    He looked to Elena, the first look he had given her since killing Chris in the lobby. "Do you want me to go or you?"


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