SWRPF Archive The Galaxy at War Part III: Schism of the Sith

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Name: Magris Quill
--Age: Unknown
---Gender: Male
----Species: Anomid
-----Eye Color: Black
------Hair Color and Style: wispy white hair
-------Skin Complexion: pale-skinned
--------Clothing: Simple garmet and very elaborate customized face mask
----------Personality: Stoic and keep to themselves
-----------Quirks: Very inquisitive and highly intelligent
------------Force Sensitive: No


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Personal Ship
-Name: Pacifist
--Class: Hoersch-Kessel Delaya-Class Courier
-----Weapon Systems: forward proton-torpedo launcher mounted directly in front of the cockpit. Carried high-yield proton torpedoes(limited amount)
------Crew Compliment: 8
-------Hyperspace Capability: Yes
--------Misc. Specs.: Magris Quill?s courier ship, the Pacifist was a Hoersch-Kessel Delaya-class courier ship that was Quill?s base of operations while he was engaged in missions. Quill outfitted the ship to act as a training facility for his man students, thus enabling him to personally represent the Anomids in galactic affairs while fulfilling his responsibility to his apprentices.

The Pacifist was distinctly aerodynamic, with layers of maneuvering vanes and retractable airfoils. The airfoils were tied into a computer system that adjusted each one?s angle for maximum maneuverability. The Pacifist was equipped with twenty-one Hoersch-Kessel ion engines mounted in banks of three, with each trio of engines affixed to a servo-controlled maneuvering adjuster. The ship had incredible sublight performance for a craft of its size. In an atmosphere, the Pacifist could reach a top speed of about 950 kilometers per hour, making it as fast as many atmospheric speeders and starfighters.

The Pacifist had extendable hull plating sections with a dedicated defense station, allowing the pilot to control the positioning of the sections in order to stop incoming enemy fire. The panel operator worked in conjunction with the shield operator, thus creating a layered defense system.

The Pacifist was lightly armed; Quill always preferred stealth and cunning to brute force. The main weapon was a forward proton-torpedo launcher mounted directly in front of the cockpit. The launcher carried high-yield proton torpedoes which were far more dangerous than standard laser cannons, although their range was still limited. The Pacifist had enough space for twelve high-yield proton torpedoes or twenty-four standard proton torpedoes. The ship also had a pair of laser cannons on the outside of the two main airfoils. These weapons were distinctive because the laser actuator and power cells were located in the center of the rotating unit and fed into two laser cannons, one on each end of the rotating spar, allowing the Pacifist to fire in opposite directions a the same time.

The Pacifist had a forward cockpit with pilot and gunnery stations. The central living quarters has bunks for eight beings but most of the interior was given over to training facilities, with meditation chambers, training areas, and a variable gravity and atmosphere room to stimulate hostile planetary conditions. Quill was particularly proud of the Pacifist?s extensive computer library of various texts from the planets he has visited in his journey's.

There was almost no cargo space aboard, although Quill had managed to wedge a scouting speeder into the small storage area immediately inside the cargo air lock at the bottom of the hull. There were two escape pods at the rear of the ship.

Quill adorned the ship with his personal sigil. The Pacifist was one of the most distinctive ships in the service of the Anomid government, equipped with advanced piloting computers which enabled Quill to run the vessel by himself if the need arose.

Biography
-Brief History: Magris Quill was a member of the Anomid government but since left his kind behind and went out into the Galaxy and never looked back. He wanted to e

 

IC: Vigo Chaygte, Captain Donnoc, Receptionist , Munificent-class Star Frigate.
Location: Excarga

Chaygte and Donnoc could hear the hollow sounds of docking as they ran rearwards along one of the corridor spines to the docking section.

Their ship had come under attack by an Imperial Star Destroyer, and it wasn?t a fair contest.
Admittedly, the Black Sun contingent were at fault; they hadn?t managed to finish off the ARC-170 starfighter from the Imperial VIP convoy they had attacked earlier, when this new threat had turned up.

?I can?t hear our guns.? Chaygte announced as her boots clumped along the slatted flooring of the tanks section.

?They?re all down.? Donnoc?s meaty lepi haunches meant he wasn?t tiring as he loped after his boss, keeping up with her.

Together they burst into the Reception area, softly lit and floored in proper marble, a striking change from the industrial-style corridor they had just been in.

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Donnoc skidded almost up to the waist-high counter as his large feet tried to find traction on the flooring.

?Hello Captain,? greeted the guy behind the counter, neatly dressed as if to welcome tourists to a five mark hotel. Nothing too good for Black Sun underlord. ?do you wish to take a fighter out??

Chaygte had already exited through a hatch on the left of the receptionist, one of six coming off the fifty metres by fifty metres space: the corridor they had just come from, that led to the front of the cruiser, one opposite going back to the engines, two hatches on either side of Hotel Guy which led to the docking ports on the vessel?s port side, and two more on the opposite wall going to the starboard side.

?Come on!? her muffled voice echoed up the access corridor.

?Yes, I?ll take Number Four please.?

ping

Behind them, a green light appeared above one of the hatches.

The eight-foot rabbit looked down at the employee. ?You know, you Assassin Guild guys are seriously crazy. Good luck.?

The man reached under the counter to retrieve something, and came up with a GAR Clone Commander?s chain gun, the bulbous silver and purple weapon immediately settling onto his shoulder. ?Thank you, Captain. Go.?

Donnoc followed Chaygte, his door closing as the other opened, the hard white armour of the first invaders visible, then the chain gun deafeningly opened up, impact craters stitched right to left across the bulkhead and still opening hatch like a fiery lacerated wound, chewing the first soldiers to blood and flesh, barely recognisable as humanoid, let alone vertebrate!

Green laser fire retaliated instantly, setting fire to and destroying the rich brown wood of the counter, flinging shrapnel and splinters up, and filling the lobby with a miasma of smoke and ozone.

Imperial stormtroopers fearlessly stepped through the hatchway and shifted left and right to create diverging targets. Two more went down in spite of their armour, but there were too many to stem.

Intruder alarms blared throughout the deck, and the vessel?s personal address system advised that the ship had been invaded.

Tag: no-one

 

IC: Biggs Darklighter
Location: the Paladin, over Anobis

?Master would I be able to go with Cpt Biggs to the bridge?? the young Jedi, Luke asked his Jedi superiors as Obi-Wan and Andur were bidden to a meeting with Admiral Ackbar and Master Shuri.

Biggs was a little taken aback by the request but without too much thought readily agreed with a shrug, a nod of the head and a half-cocked smile as Master Kenobi responded, seemingly amused. "I don't expect we'll be long, will we Andur," he queried, a quick response forthcoming:

"Not with the current status of this ship, no, I don't imagine so, Master."

The little tyke was evidently pleased: ?Thank you Master,? he replied as the two elder Jedi bowed, excused themselves and made off for the meeting

Biggs wasn?t too sure how pleased he was with the way this had worked out. As he turned around to make a quick check of his comm-link he wondered if the Jedi hadn?t used a mind trick to get themselves a willing, free-of-charge babysitter!

It was true, he loved showing the ship around, and the small kid was genial (it even reminded him of a much younger Biggs on Tatooine) but he had been summoned to the Bridge area on official business. Being in the company of Fen, another young Jedi, had been pleasant enough he mused with a grin as an image of the adolescent Twi?lek coming to the door of his quarters in pajamas caused him to snicker a bit as Luke broke in:

?So you guys have real star fights on board right, no kiddy T16 skyhoppers?.how about you take me to the hanger bay and show me the star fighters!?

?Hold that thought, kid. Oh, and no cracks about the T-16 - I've got one!? Biggs remonstrated attempting to sound a little surly but the smile on his face betraying his true feelings, he continued to scan his personal comm-link.

Eh, what the heck, he figured. Commander Obayqwon was well equipped to attend to any emergency situation and he would be there shortly anyway. The Mandalorians still poised menacingly close to the ARR fleet had agreed to a peaceful coexistence, at least for the time being and Admiral Ackbar was right ? they weren?t the kind to go back on their word.

Quickly finishing scanning his updates on the situation, both with the Jedi and the Mandalorians, he was interrupted by Luke impatiently prodding him on:

?Well come on!?

With a tug, the young Jedi grabbed Biggs? hand, luckily just as Biggs was about to terminate the connection, and letting himself be pulled down the hall, the two briskly were on their way.

?This way kid,? Biggs asserted as he forcefully slowed down the pace and he led them in a left turn as various ARR personnel, whose concern for the situation with the Mandalorians was still evident on their very business-like faces stared at the odd sight ? of their Captain being pulled down the hall by a small child stared at the two, making quick salutes as was dictated by protocol.

?So much for the part about you minding yourself, eh?? he queried the youngster as they turned a corner and headed in the appropriate direction.

Biggs attempted to make short, quick salutes of his own but barely making eye contact at their rapid pace it was hard.

?Listen Luke,? he began, trying to sound assertive, but again, he was betrayed by a grin as he was greatly amused by the excitement of the very young Jedi ? especially his desire to see starfighters up close.

?I?ve got to go the Bridge,? he continued earnestly, trying to fight his own desire to show Luke the hangar where such were kept despite his mandate to attend to business on the Bridge.

Their pace slowed down just a bit but Biggs still holding the hand of the mop-headed Jedi Padawan although the youngster was doing a marvelous of keeping up despite the fact that his legs were probably half the length of Biggs?, Biggs sardonically commented as they whizzed by ARR Officers attending to their duties:

?If we happen to pass by a hangar,? he stated knowing full well he was leading them in that direction, ?then maybe we can pop our heads in and take

 

IC: NRC Hoot Shooter callsign Hootie
Location: Hangar Paladin

The older, more experienced pilot was attending to his X-wing when a youthful sprite walked by in awe of the starfighter. The man's brow crinkled at the strange site and realized that Captain Biggs was in charge of the boy.

Geez I hope I don't make captain one day if it entails babysitting, he thought to himself.

Hootie saluted the captain as he attempted to corral the kid back out of the hangar.

Jokingly the crusty old pilot shouted to the Captain, "Give em an orange jumpsuit and a fighter! We could always use more pilots!"

The other pilots around Hoot laughed heartily at the comment.

TAG: if you want Captain Biggs

 

OOC: Great writing everyone, your making me a fan of Bigg's Argen great stuff!

IC: Captain Ysera Alexstrasza
Voyage of the Albatross - Year 2 - Day 3


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Magus popped up out of the manhole, his grenade launcher raised.

He fired it three times, each shot emitting a loud puncture-like phump.

Phump!-Phump!-Phump!

The rounds that burst out of the grenade launcher looked like grenades, but they weren't grenades---fat and round and silver, they fanned out to three corners of the giant cavern, a little red pilot lights on them blinking.

The USCs heard the first shot and by the third had located Magus.

A Zabrak sniper on the cabin of the crane swung his rifle round, drew a bad on Magus's forehead, and fired.

His shot went haywire.

It peeled downwards almost as soon as it left the barrel of the Iridonian's rifle---where it struck an unfortunate croc square in the head, killing it.

The 'Warblers' at work.

The three odd-looking silver rounds that Magus had fired were formally known as Closed Atmospheric Field Destabilisers (Electromagnetic), but everyone just called them 'Warblers'.

One of Magus's rare military inventions, the Warblers created a magnetic field that disrupted the flight of high-subsonic metal and particles---specifically blaster bolts---creating a gunfire-free zone.

Magus, one of the leading experts in electromagnetic applications, had sold the revolutionary technology to Telgorn Corporation 20 odd years ago for $25 million, most of which went to the Coruscant venture captial company that had bankrolled his research. Walking away with only $2 million, Magus had sworn to never work again with venture captialists.

Ironically, the Republic Army---as always, thinking it knew better---ordered Telgorn to rework the Warbler system, creating huge problems that had stalled the program for over fifteen years. It had yet to enter active service.

Naturally, Magus---a Ursean, not an Republican---had kept a few working prototypes for himself, three of which he was now using.



The seven burst out from their manhole, one after the other, moving fast, heading for the nearest embedded ladder that led up to the first level.

As she ran in the middle of the group, Alexstrasza set Lotus free and the little peregrine falcon soared above the forward-moving group.

The Korun, Hugzy, led the way---dancing along the narrow stone walkway that lay flush against the right-hand wall of the cavern. Pushed up against the walkway's low edge was crush of crocodiles.

Hugzy held in his hands a lightweight titanium bar welded in the shape of an X.

Halfway along its length, the walkway ended briefly at a small void. In the centre of this void was a raised square stepping-stone that also stood flush against the wall and an inch above the croc-filled water.

Cut into the stone wall immediately above this stepping-stone was a dark hole about a metre in diameter.

Hugzy didn't miss a beat.

He leapt from the walkway onto the stepping-stone---

---and immediately heard a rush of water from up inside the wall-hole, accompanied by a low crocodilian growl---

---at which point he jammed his titanium X-bar into the wall-hole and hit a switch on the bar.

Thwack!

The X-shaped bar expanded with a powerful springloaded motion, so that suddenly it was wedged tightly in the mouth of the circular wall-hole.

Not a second too soon.

An instant later, a burst of water gushed out of the wall-hole, immediately followed by the jaws of a massive crocodile that slammed at tremendous speed into the X-bar!

The croc roared angrily but its jaws were caught against the X-bar, unable to get past. The rush of water sprayed all round Hugzy, but didn't knock him over.

"Trap One! Clear!" he called.

The others were already there with him, moving fast, and as Hugzy kept watch over the writhing croc trapped in the wall-ho

 

~OOC~ I was without internet for a while and have to play a bit of catch up. More posts are on the way.
Nice post Sithy with Admiral John Thaw. Quite a predicament Dash is in now.
X-T-M, we have to talk...



~IC~ Vergere

Location: Supreme Commander Zho Krazhmir's Private Chamber

Darkness. I do not know if it was intentionally dark or that the lambert crystals had expired. Eitherway, the effect is unnerving. I was taken aback by the resonate wheezing sound, it sounds as though it was coming from a large dangerous creature in the room. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could see faint light emitting from hidden sources, reflecting off the ebony yorik columns that line up to the 'throne'. There was a gloomy ambiance to the chamber.

One thing a Fosh refuses to admit is that there are some things my species are not capable of. Though if I was... say a human, I would be crinkling my nostrils now as a sickly odor wafts over me. I almost bumped into Jakan as he stopped short of the stairs to the throne.
"Supreme Commander Krazhmir." Priest Jakan addressed to the darkness. "I have brought Vergere as requested."

The wheezing stopped, followed by a shuffling sound. I strained my eyes to see the 'throne' through the blanket of darkness, it was like a solid wall.
"Leeeeave us." An assertive voice instructed.
Jakan bowed his head gravely. "As you wish."
I watched Jakan turn about and walked towards the 'valve' for a doorway.
"Vergere." The assertive voice spoke. "Come closer."
I turned my gaze to the direction of the voice. "Yes, Commander Krazhmir."

I took a tentative step forward and walked up the steps to his command chair. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and could see a large faint outline to distinguish Krazhmir from the dark with a small glint of light reflecting off his eyes.
"News has reached my ears that you are responsible for the death of several members of the Intendant and Warrior caste. Is this true?"
I wasn't sure how to respond to this double-edged question. If I admit to it, I would either be strung up and hung for treason or be rewarded for my deeds. If I deny the incident, I may be spared if Krazhmir doesn't know the truth, or get killed for cowardice of not owing up to the incident.
"My lord..." I started.
"Are you or are you not responsible?" Krazhmir cut me off.
So it is this? Then so be it, I thought to myself. I tilted my head up proudly and glared at him. "I am responsible."

What followed afterwards was a reaction I wasn't expecting. Krazhmir started making an odd chuckling sound. I cocked my head as to make sense of this peculiar behaviour.
"Your audacity is amusing," he finally spoke. "Though commendable."
I stood there placidly, waiting for what could come next. An amphistaff impalement? Maybe snapping my neck with his hand?
"These individuals had blaspheme. They have been swiftly dealt with thanks to your efforts." Krazhmir continued.
"I live to serve." I said dryly and curtsied to him.
"Enough of this!" Krazhmir growled. "Spare me your mocked courtesy. I know about you. You know far more than you let on to."
I narrowed my eyes. "What is it that you seek."
"Information."
"Information?" I arched an eyebrow. "The rebellion that sought to supplant you has been quashed in this worldship. Their leaders have all been executed."
"More will come because I openly support Overlord Quoreal and his beliefs. Many are speaking out in anger about his ideals." He sighed heavily, his voice started to sound weaker. "No, the information I seek is about your galaxy."

Low amounts of light entered the room as Krazhmir waved his clawed hand over the spherical villip on his command chair. I flick gaze from the villip to the Supreme Commander. I noticed his pitted and scarred skin was paler and hung looser on his body than last time I saw him.
"What is this contraption?" Zho Krazhmir pointed to the image on the villip.
I looked back to the device and saw a recording of a starship. It was a long, cigar shaped metal starship

 

OOC: I have assumed control of Obi wan Kenobi for a short while at LDU's behest in order that he may concentrate on the war. It's been since GAW II that I controlled Obi. I hope I still have my chops and do you credit, LDU!


IC: Obi wan Kenobi, Andure del Jinn, and Emi-to Shuri
LOCATION: in stationary orbit above Anobis aboard Paladin- male's fresher, corridors, and conference room


It was only a moment before a fresh splash of water on his face gave the Master a fresh outlook. He smiled down at his Padawan and tussled the golden strands that so felt like those of his father when a boy not too many years older than the son who barely stood upon one foot for more than a millisecond and Kenobi could not help but feel an ache that made the look in those upturned blue eyes seem all the more compelling. I will not fail you again he thought sadly, a bittersweet brilliance coming to the Master?s eyes then gone with a blink.

Obi wan had taken Captain Darklighter up on his offer of a ?pit stop.?

?Come along then, Luke. Wash up and we?ll be on our way!?

Andur leaned against the way of the long, narrow and brightly lit communal men?s fresher not far from the hangar in which the Jedi had disembarked. Kenobi?s new Padawan was curious and intrigued by everything. Andur let a laugh go as the boy copied Kenobi?s every move at grooming. ?He?s a fast learner,? commented the younger Master.

?If he?s anything like?I believe he is,? Kenobi corrected. ?I shall need a jet pack to keep up,? said Obi wan nearly forgetting himself and wincing at his near mistake at mentioning the name best left unspoken.

Toweling quickly, Obi wan urged his Padawan on, about to say some fool pedantic thing. How insidious the way of the dark, he thought. Then looking down to the boy he mused, Luke was bursting with potential, so strong in the force and nearly a beacon! Even with the shard of the Dagolith in their midst, its dark ambience pervading and shielding the Jedi, he felt some other darkness, something vague and just beyond the edge of immediate perception. It felt close and yet? He shook his head as he walked alongside the young Tatooine officer, Captain Darklighter ? who, indeed must be quite skilled to have been made captain of such a ship - Luke practically skipping at his side!

Kenobi exchanged a grin with Darklighter.

It wasn?t long before they stood before a set of doors to a lift and Obi wan had not answered Bigg?s question about Luke. He could see how eager and open Luke was. 10 years previous, he?d have sent him to the mess and thence to his room, because it was the right thing to do. The Padawan needed nourishment and sleep! The other would have crept out and done as he wanted anyway!

Then Luke piped up, ?Master would I be able to go with Captain Biggs to the bridge??

Obi wan smiled silently and looked to the dark-headed Captain to gauge his response to Luke's audacious query. The young man was affable, kind, and generous and clearly considered Luke?s interest. Biggs, for so the Captain was called nodded and shrugged indulgently, if slightly reticent.

"I suppose if it?s alright with you, Captain Darklighter. Luke will mind himself." Obi wan looked down at Luke with a smile and clasped the boy's shoulder warmly.

"I don't expect we'll be long, will we Andur," continued Obi wan directing his query to the bearded Master Jinn, who with the familiar name brought obvious comparisons.

Andur smiled and shrugged, "Not with the current status of this ship, no, I don't imagine so, Master."

?Thank you Master,? replied Luke genuinely grateful, to which he received several gentle pats to the shoulder from the Master before Kenobi folded his hands into his sleeves.

The Captain had offered to call a guide, but Kneobi shook his head and said pleasantly, ?I think we shall make our way quickly if we avail ourselves of your ship?s schematic, thank you Captain.?

Without further preamble, Kenobi and Jinn quickly moved on to their meeting, Andur quietly apprising th

 

IC: Biggs Darklighter
Location: the Paladin, over Anobis

As Biggs gently tried to push the eager young Jedi out of the Hangar area, his mind on his duties and making sure the young Padawan made it back to the Jedi in one piece, the pilots, perhaps just to break the tension of the stand-off with the small Mandalorian fleet neighboring to the Alliance fleet, began to near the Captain and his charge:

"Give em an orange jumpsuit and a fighter! We could always use more pilots!" one of the pilots joked about as the men whooped up the chance for a little diversion.

Biggs noted it was one of the older, more experienced pilots who had made the comment and Biggs protectively began using his own body as a buffer for Luke from the pilots who he feared would spook the young child, as the young Jedi, in his short, sheltered life was probably not used to dealing with so many unknown personages all at once. However, at least to Biggs, he seemed to be taking it all in, surprisingly well!

?Yeah, yeah,? Biggs responded to the pilots, who he felt a special affinity for, having begun in the ARR as a pilot himself. ?Don?t give the kid any ideas,? he continued with a grin. ?I bet he?d fly circles around your lazy butts ? if only they made orange jumpsuits that small,? he finished with a snicker, talking to the other pilots almost as he would talk to his buddies whilst they imbibed of the local brews in the seedy Mos Eisley cantina.

?Anyway, we got to get a move on?.the crusty ol? Captain is wanted on the Bridge,? he announced, a slight twinge of disappointment in his voice.

?Come on Luke, we?ll do this another time?.,? he pronounced gravely as he turned and winked at the men and again began attempting to herd the slippery young Jedi in the proper direction.

TAG: Luke, Pilots, ARR, Jedi

 

IC: A?Sharad Hett
LOCATION: the Haven

A?Sharad was patient. He sat for a moment as his Kiffu Padawan looked away in either confusion or shame. Either way, the vain attempt to hide his state of mind was born of the boy?s desire for privacy. Hett tried a simple ?tap? in the bond that had been formed through the meditation. He waited for Kilarn to look to him and when finally the young man did, Hett managed a brief smile at the boy?s recognition. Then he spoke softly, gesturing, ?Come away!?

Rising he lead Padawan Vers from the mess in long strides expecting Vers to walk along.

The meditation takes time, Kilarn. A Jedi can live by the tenets and achieve understanding, meditation provides a more active way to enlightenment. Be patient with yourself, many paths open to you through meditation! You will know, over time which to take. Even an aged Master with many years of practice must learn and still, ?demons? can sing sweetly at times. Learn well, and you will learn to recognize them and ignore them!? The Master?s words failed to ring with irony for the moment and A?Sharad nodded to the Padawan. It was his way of offering compassion.

He lifted his tattooed face to the dim corridor. It felt deadly quiet, the Haven tomblike! Was this then to be the way of the Jedi, A?Sharad wondered!

Not liking this line of thought, Hett turned his mind back to Kilarn, ?Tell me about your experience of the meditation, Kilarn. Let us begin your training and clear your mind before we retire,? the Tusken asserted knowing it had been several days since Vers had last slept and that something disturbed the young man. He would have to get used to sharing. There was much training ahead!

?I have some questions, Kilarn, but first, the meditation,? he insisted firmly as they walked toward a ship?s directory. There were mysteries too! Hett was determined to have them out!

TAG: Kilarn

 

IC: NRC Hootie
Location: Paladin Hangar

Hootie stood and looked at the Captain with a booster seat and child's orange jumpsuit held out in his hands. The look on his face said it all...Let the boy give her a spin!

Then the jokes starting flying.

The boy wouldn't be able to see out the cockpit window. Maybe a Naboo starfighter would be better for him.
Oh you mean the yellow ones that are made from beer cans? Yeah good call. I'd rather fly a TIE fighter without the wings and the hatch!

I bet he couldn't hit a womprat in a speeder. You couldn't hit a womprat if it was standing in front of you! The banter and jokes turned on each other.

His nads would suck up into his belly if he gassed one of these starfighters. Yeah we're still looking for yours Goose.

The laughter continued as Captain Biggs escorted the boy out of the hangar and away from the crazy pilots.

TAG: no one

 

OOC: I had a few minutes to kill, not enough for a regular size post:

IC: "Dutch" (Red Leader) NPC
Location: the Paladin Hangars

Peeking his head out of the X-wing's cockpit where he was making some minor adjustments to his control panel, specifically to see what was causing the loud ruckus, he noticed a group of his squadron congregated around the hangar exit, laughing and whooping it up.

Dutch had been chosen leader of Red squadron, named in memory of probably the most well-known fighter squadron from the early years of the Clone Wars as many famous Jedi had flown under its colors including Aayla Secura, Plo Koon and later in the war Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker.

His mouth twisting angrily he stood up in the raised cockpit as his accompanying R-2 unit warbled out a warning for him to be careful ? a fall could be fatal.

Raising his voice over the din he yelled out:

?Cut the chatter, Red 2 and Red 4,? he exclaimed angrily as he noted the usual mischief makers making merry, probably at the expense of some hapless rookie pilot.

?Get back to your mounts and continue prepping for take off, you good-for-nothings, before I go down there myself and knock some sense into you,? the fair haired, portly fellow shouted with a shake of his fist.

Needless to say, he was not the most popular Squadron leader and he knew he was probably looked down upon by the other members of Red Squadron for being surly and less than jovial ? usually a damper to their good time. However, he didn?t care one iota.

He was the squadron leader and by the Force, if he was ever reprimanded for leading a less than disciplined squad and lost his command, he would crack some skulls.

TAG: Omi, if you want

OOC: Nashtah/Admiral Ackbar post forthcoming.

 

IC: Rebel pilots aka Blacksheep Red Squadron
Location: Hangar

The laughter and joking died down immediately after orders were barked from Dutch to shut their cakeholes. Many of the men grumbled, returning to their duties as pilots.

"Man, that guy is in more dire need of a b******, than any pilot in this outfit," of the pilots said to his wingman.

TAG: You're welcome! HAHAHAHA!!!!!

 

OOC: So, ?exogorths?, huh? Thanks, Wookiepedia.

And Corellian_Outrider, cheers for the feedback. pash' nice post doing Emi, Obi-Wan, bringing Nashtah up to speed.

IC: Analyst Sidell, Captain Perrinaw, The Monster Squad, VSD Wraithis.
Location: Waypoint Alpha

After spending some time down in the crew pits with Aron Pauletti, going over information from Onslaught Fleet, Sara Sidell climbed back up to the command walkway, over to where her captain sat in his chair, looking pensively at one of his own readouts, waiting for the jump signal from either Executor or Killing Moon.

Looking down, he noticed her legs first.

?Hey, nice knees.?

?I have reports, recommendations, and concerns, Captain.?

He smiled up at her, ?Proceed.?

?Captain Vectis? commands have slaved their navigation systems to the Killing Moon and are ready for the jump order. We also note that Executor are scrambling their pilots for immediate launch on reversion at the destination.?

He frowned up at her. ?Already??

She looked back at him, nodding in agreement. ?That?s what I thought, and seeing as everyone got here via restricted coordinates rather than being slaved to another vessel, I am wondering whether we are closer to the target system than we thought. Therefore, I suggest we rouse the Monster Squad and their support team now.?

Perrinaw looked doubtful. He knew how hard his premier team had been working the past few days, from hunting down jedi in Gricho Sector, to apprehending Force Sensitive weirdos on Gripsholme, to bringing the Huntress in.

?Don?t quote me on this, but the team need their beauty sleep. We were going to leave them till an hour before reversion.?

?I agree, but Lord Vader doesn?t scramble his pilots over chopped bantha. I think we may be closer than an hour.?

He was reluctant, but her instincts had mostly been on the button before.
?Well, you were right about the Delba thing, yeah okay, go down and get them armoured up. Oh, you said you had concerns??

She nodded towards the ports. ?Has anyone asked what the deal is with those Union ships? Are they fighting with us, or just here as an honour guard to their representative??

Perrinaw shrugged up at her. ?No-one has told me anything about them. But I wouldn?t worry; even if they planned to turn on us, the presence of the ?Moon probably put that thought right out of their minds.?

* * * *
A short while later...

Down in the barracks, Seventy-Nine was helping Maria on with her torso armour, while she was turned away from him, fiddling with her equipment belt.

?Hold still.?

?I am holding still.? She looked back over one shoulder, brown hair draping over the ridged white shoulder protector. ?Are you sure its alright for me not to wear the leg pieces??

The sergeant nodded. ?The captain cleared it, didn?t he? And what Lord Vader doesn?t know, won?t hurt him.?

To the side and seated on a rickety metal-frame chair with one leg crossed over the other, the junior trooper, BTA-0113, was reading a zine, boning up on some on galactic facts for a planetside ?pub quiz? to take place just after they knocked out the Death Star shield generator, and while waiting for pickup.
He was fully kitted up, and had been from even before Sidell had come down.
?Hey, did you know the space pirate, Clabburn the Elder, first placed exogorths in the Hoth asteroid field??

?Exogorths??

?Exogorths??

?Giant space slugs.? Beta supplied patiently. ?By the way, STAN won?t be providing cover for us; he?s on some secret mission.?

Seventy-Nine frowned. ?What?s h

 

IC: Kilarn Vers
Haven

Kilarn walked silently. He avoided the expecting gaze of A'Sharad. He let himself make a decision, to reveal all or not. He mentally rolled over the question. Like a piece of faceted glass, he pondered, his course. Would he gain from maintaining his secrecy? He decided not, his Master could sense his troubles and hiding them, would bring misfortune early.

Skipping over the beginning, Kilarn explained it. His mind's wanderings and failed attempts to center himself. He described how it felt to be nothing. He obediently repeated the meditation, withholding nothing. Finally, at the end, he explained the beginning.

"I cannot sync myself with my arm's extension. I felt injured. A hole in my gut, telling me I couldn't keep going. I am afraid, that I am missing something. Something in my past or future, something that needs restitution or fulfilling. I do not think it will forestall my training, my Master."

Kilarn hesitated. He was loathe to reveal his entire feelings. It felt strange not to hold back; he had held back everything for the past few years. But, now, he had partaken in an apprenticeship and it was his obligation to keep his Master informed.

"But, while, I do not think it will halt my journey, it is a great obstacle. The meditation took me to a place, familiar from my time in Imperial prison. I was alone and in pain, not only in body, but mind. It is not a place, to which I wish to return."

Tag: Pash

 

IC: A'Sharad Hett
LOCATION: Haven


Kilarn was reluctant, ill practice. His imprisonment must have taught him to withhold. "... I was alone and in pain, not only in body, but mind. It is not a place, to which I wish to return."

Finally, a spot to rest awhile, in this floating sarcophagus, said Hett to himself as he lowered himself to sit opposite his Padawan who had taken the bunk along the parallel wall. They had walked as Kilarn spoke till finally they'd reached sleeping quarters. Personal effects lay about in most cabin, though neat as per Imperial regulation, still here and there, the artifacts of a life remained - in this case, a holo of a family and a journal! The master picked it up and fanned the quaint pages of cellulose! He picked the small book up and felt the binding as he looked up to Vers.

"And how did you come to be a prisoner here, Kilarn? Where were you before they captured you? How were you captured? Why did they interrogate you? This place to which you wish not to return appears to be a nexus for you. The elders of my tribe warned the young warriors that the place of most fear is where ones life will lead in all ways until and unless it is challenged! Yes, an obstacle, becomes the goal," A'Sharad finished pointedly. The boy was obfuscating though he parted with his information in what must have felt a release, but in actuality was only the tip of the mountain that weighed down the Kiffu boy!


TAG: Kilarn

 

OOC: My apologies for the length of this post, however, I thought it best to proceed my post with a bit of posting that occurred before it and to continue afterwards with posts that began the scenario to bring those interested in the CIS up to speed.

My current post, as opposed to the quoted posts of Eme ma Himou and LordDarthUmbrus, is in black.

Thank you!


IC: Umbrus
Location: The Dark Side

The spectral hand gripped a throat in the Dark that gagged and sputtered pitifully

"You forget, Master, that I AM A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH AS WELL. Making an enemy of me could not prove helpful to you in the long run...." Eme-ma Himou threatened.

The little girl in his crushing hand let go a strangled cry as she was strangled and dragged without mercy through the pathways of the Dark by a Jedi lost in Darkness.

The paths of Chaos twisted and turned making navigation near impossible.

The only constants in the Dark was the terrible gurgling strangled screams of the Victim Held and the far off glow of the Everlasting Light.

"Daaaddy...m-m-mmake him-mm stop-p-'ck'!" The little girl pleaded as the life choked from her.

Tag: Eme

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Location: Lady Aesha's Court . Kalee

Before the terrified assembly the Sith and the Jedi evaporated from their sight as the two glanced one at the other in deathly silence.

A wind of ice tripped and flattened all those who had remained standing. At the last, the wind was replaced by a warming natural wind generated by the Kaleesh Jungle.

Tag: Aesha, Sheekil (pash or Eme can control if you wish), Til Ulan


IC: Aesha, Quaemena and leader of the CIS, Nomaki Iti ? servant, and Til Ulan ? Yuuzhan Vong
LOCATION: the wreck of her court


?WHAAAAAAT IZZZ THIS,? came the chilling, wrathful scream gurgled and blood splattering, as Aesha dragged herself up from the stones and pool of blood in which she had lain. ?WHAT IS THIS TRICKERY?!?

Her deceptively fragile chest with it massive plexus jutting forward like a blade, heaved as she stood to her full height with indominatable will. Yellow eyes widening as her primary lids drew back around those piercing orbs, the thin slit of black at the center was turned to scan the room. ?WHAT!!!!? She demanded again as she swiped at several of her maids who had come to her aide, ripping their arms and chests with her talons. ?TREACHERY!?

?This is retaliation by the JEDI?THE SITH!!! I DON?T CARE WHO?THEY ARE THE SAME!!!!! Miserable conniving, lunatic ? WIZARDS! SHEEKILLLLLLLLLL,? she growled menacingly, turning about and kicking another of the fallen from her path, ?YYYYOU!?

As she shouted, the black spew of her blood flecked the walls and drizzled over the floor, the edge of her long jowled snout frothing. ?YOU BROUGHT THEM TO ME!!! THEY CAME TO AIDE US, DID THEY!??

?GET ME INTELLIGENCE,? she bellowed.

?Lady, shouldn?t you tend your woun?? risked a voice from afar, as those who could began to pick themselves up, but the sentence fell silent.

?BRRRRRInnng ? me? NO? no? Nomaki, go! Go and tell the Council; the Quaemena commands the armies be put on alert! If they dither, let me know who! First things first! Clean ?? Aesha hacked and coughed, ?get this cleaned?? coughing calmed and the Qyaemena drew a thin sleeve across her curled lips as she straightened.

Aesha stepped one thick padded but soft foot over her writhing hand maids as they attempted to pull closed the meaty pink of their slashed wounds. ?Come to me, Sheekilllll,? she purred sweetly, a series of quick rhythmic taps rising from her throat.

Glancing quickly to her left, the Kaleesh stretched her head in reptilian grace toward Til Ulan who watched with singular intensity the drama unfolding, himself not entirely sure what had happened, unnerved he was addressed by the odd ? what was it, for it did so look the deity!

She remained silent but her look was unmistakable and it said that Ulan would soon feel the sweet touch of those painted talons coming down with the

 

OOC: I love the banter Omi! Lol keep it up good stuff

IC: Captain Ysera Alexstrasza
Voyage of the Albatross - Year 2 - Day 3


The spectacle of Petohmi's Master Snare going off was sensational.

Blasting streams of black crude oil shout out from the hundreds of holes that dotted the cavern: holes in the rockface and its sidewalls.

Dozens of oil waterfalls flowed down the rockface, cascading over its four levels. Black fluid flooded out from the sidewalls, falling a clear 200 feet down them into the croc lake.

The crocs went nuts, scrambling over each other to get away from it---disappearing into some little holes in the walls or massing on the far side of the lake.

In some places on the great tiered rockface, oil came spurting out of the wall, forced out of small openings by enormous internal pressure.

Worst of all, a river of the thick black stuff came pouring down the main course of the Scar, a vertical cascade that tumbled down the vertical riverbed, overwhelming the trickle of water that had been running down it.

And then the clicking started.

The clicking of many stone-striking mechanisms mounted above the wall-holes.

Striking mechanisms made of flint.

Striking mechanisms that were designed to create sparks and.......

Just then, a spark from one of the flints high up on th left side-wall touched the crude oil flowing out from the wall-hole an inch beneath it.

The result was stunning.

The superthin waterfall of oil became a superthin waterfall of fire.....

.....then this flaming waterfall hit the oil-stained lake at the base of the cavern and set it alight.

The lake blazed with flames.

The entire cavern was illuminated bright yellow.

The crocs screamed, clawing over each other to get to safety.

Then more oilfalls caught alight---some on the sidewalls, others on the rockface, and finally, the great sludge waterfall coming down the Scar---until the entire Great Cavern looked like Hell itself, lit by a multitude of blazing waterfalls.

Thick black smoke billowed everywhere---smoke which had no escape.

This was Petohmi's final masterstroke.

If the fire and the traps didn't kill you, smoke inhalation would, especially in the highly prized upper regions of the cavern.



"Fools!" Batta raged. Then to his men: "What are you standing there for! Finish the crane! You have until they get back to the Second Level to do so!"


Alextsrasza's team was now moving faster than ever, leapfrogging each other beautifully amid the subterranean inferno.

Up the rockface they went, first to the left along the Second Level, crossing the left arm of the Scar before the thick fire-waterfall got there, dodging wall-holes, jumping gaps in the ledge, nullifying the traps inside the arched forts that straddled the narrow walkway.

Droplets of fire were now raining down all around them---spray from the oilfalls--but the fiery orange drops just hit their firemen's helmets and rolled off their backs.

Then suddenly Alexstrasza's team ran past the unfinished arm of the USC's crane and, for the first time that day, they were in front.

In the lead in this race.

Up the wall-ladder at the end of Level 2, on to Level 3, where they ran to the right, avoiding some chute traps on the way and coming to the fiery body of the Scar. Here Alexstrasza fired an extendable aluminium awning into the Scar's flame-covered surface with her pressure-gun.

The awning opened lengthways like a fan, causing the fire-waterfall to flow over it, sheltering the mini-ledge. The team bolted across the superthin ledge.

Then it was up another ladder to the Fourth Level---the second-highest level---and suddenly six 10-ton block boulders started raining down on them from way up in the darkness above the giant rockface.

The great blocks boomed as they landed on the diorite ledge of Level 4 and tumbled down the rest of the mass

 

IC: Admiral Ackbar, Padawan Nashtah
Location: the Paladin, over Anobis

The Calamarian Admiral listened intently as Master Shuri communicated to him the various and sundry reasons for allowing Nashtah freedom of movement whilst she and the Jedi cohabitated with the Alliance just as the two tardy Jedi arrived and as he was introduced to them: he nodded a welcome, acknowledging them.

While Master Shuri communicated her feelings and her thoughts, he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, occasionally glancing at Nashtah to see what her reactions were to what was being said. Nashtah meanwhile squirmed and fidgeted the entire time, angst and even sorrow evident on her face. Not only the guilt affecting her for what she had been told were grievous crimes committed under the pseudonym of this Aurra Sing but also embarrassment as the Jedi Masters were forced to fend for her; how bounteous of compassion were the Jedi! Truly, she began to feel as an ugly black mar, spoiling a pristine white sheet ? how undeserving of the defense she was! It was still hard to believe that she had fallen to such depths....oh the conceit!

Ackbar, at first a little vexed as Master Shuri asserted: ??.because Aurra Sing is not among us,? he leaned back, disappointed that the Jedi were taking the easy way out and intended to rely on the lack of means to properly conduct and investigation against Nashtah rather than be forthcoming but upon hearing the explanation, he leaned forward, relieved as the explanation was expounded.

As Master Shuri relayed to him the news that Padawan Nashtah had suffered a concussion and consequential memory loss, he quickly punched up the appropriate files on his datapad and quickly glancing the details of Doctor Romanov?s reports, he glanced at Nashtah sympathetically.

Nashtah, trying to control her emotions as Jedi were taught to, had taken to repeating, in her mind, the tried and true Jedi mantra:

?There is no emotion, there is peace?.?

She sensed the empathy and support from Master Shuri and Master Andur, although a kernel of doubt remained in Master Kenobi?s thoughts, nevertheless his concern for her welfare still brought comfort to her.

The Mon Cal Admiral?s thoughts were so hard to read ? his mind a dervish of intense thoughts and feelings ? so much yet so little out in the open. She truly couldn?t sense which way he was leaning.

?Nashtah? would you like to see the charges leveled against you?? Master Shuri interrupted her half-hearted calming techniques.

Nashtah, biting her lip as she folded her hands before her, paused a moment, not sure if she could handle the entire truth right there and then.

Admiral Ackbar interrupted her thoughts as he compassionately leaned forward and sliding his datapad toward her softly spoke:

?Perhaps, you?d like to look at the details in the privacy of your quarters, when you?re ready to do so?? he queried with earnest concern.

?Thank you, yes,? Nashtah whispered, almost choking the words as a desire to cry was stifled. Standing up to reach the data pad, she grabbed it from the table and careful to avoid even a cursory glance she placed it next to her, screen side down lest the curiosity get the better of her and she sat back down again.

Master Shuri continued her able defense and as she finished, Admiral Ackbar leaned back in his chair pensively.

Pausing for a few moments, as he looked up to the ceiling momentarily, insistent that he not be affected by any emotions he might erroneously glean from the faces of the Jedi assembled before him, he quickly processed everything that had been communicated to him.

Standing up from his chair, using the armrests to get up as his body was no longer as spry as it once was, he very surprisingly put his arms behind his back and turning around he paced a few steps to the floor to ceiling windows that had a dramatic view of the turbulent Anobis in the near distance. Ackbar found it much easier to convey his thoughts properly if he was standing, his view not necessarily on the subject who he was speaking to

 

OOC: Thanks Argen for letting me use Jabba for this backstory post! I hope you enjoy it.


IC: Lando Calrissian and Wynni and Jiliac The Hutt(NPC) and Jabba The Hutt
Nar Shaddaa - The Jewel (Hutt Headquarters)



Two weeks and yet another bounty hunter later, Lando and Wynni walked up to the largest building in the Hutt section of Nar Shaddaa. Once a luxury hotel, The Jewel was now headquarters to the Desilijic kajidic.

When The Jewel had been a hotel, the management had boasted that it could provide quarters for over half the known sentient races in the galaxy. Aquatic beings, methane breathers, and beings who could only be comfortable in low gravity---The Jewel had accommodated them all, and more.

As he approached the old building, Lando could see that it had been vastly remodeled to suit its new tenants. The giant lobby area was now festooned with glide ramps leading to higher levels. The carpeting had been pulled up, and the stone floors were polished to a brilliant shine to ease a Hutt's passage when gliding along.

Lando checked, for the fourth time, that he had Tagta's message cube safely in his pocket. He glanced over at Wynni.

"You don't have to come in, pal. I can probably handle this interview myself."

Wynni's only response was a firm shake of her head.

Lando shrugged. "Okay, then, but let me do the talking."

Jiliac's majordomo on Nar Shaddaa proved to be a human woman, a striking redhead who was approaching middle years. She wore a simple green gown, modest in cut.

Lando was impressed by her dignity and presence as she introduced herself. "I am Dielo, Lord Jiliac's assistant. You said that you had a letter of recommendation, sir?"

Lando nodded, feeling rather shabby by comparison, even though he'd worn his best pants, shirt, and jacket. Inside he felt defensive, but he'd learned long ago never to show discomfort or nerves. So his insouciant smile never wavered, and not the slightest crack showed in his hair of casual bravado.

"Yes, I do."

"May I see it?"

"Sure, long as you don't leave with it." Lando produced the small holocube, handed it to her. She glanced quickly at the greenish smear on the side, scanned the message, the nodded. "Very well," she said, handing the holocube back. "Please wait here. I will call you in presently."

Forty-five minutes later, she reappeared and ushered Lando into Lord Jiliac's audience chamber.

Lando was a little nervous, wondering whether Jiliac the Hutt would accept him or not.

Still, Lando's mouth was dry as he stepped through the door into the innermost chamber.

Lando was surprised to see two Hutts in the room. One was nearly twice the size of the other, which Lando knew meant that it was older. Hutts grew throughout their life spans, and some of them reached impressive proportions indeed. The average Hutt underwent several growth spurts after reaching adulthood. Lando had heard that some of them could more than double in size in a matter of a few years.

Lando squinted at the Hutts. He was pretty sure that Jiliac was the larger of the two.

The room was huge and ornate; this audience chamber had evidently been the hotel's main ballroom. Mirrors lined the walls, and Lando caught sight of himself on both sides.

When Lando finally stood before the two Hutts, he bowed deeply. Dielo waved a hand at him and spoke in passable Huttese.

"Lord Jiliac, this is the Socorron pilot your cousin Lord Tagta recommended to you. His name is Lando Calrissian. The Wookie is named Wynni."

Lando bowed again. "Lord Jiliac," he said, in Basic, "it is a privilege to meet you, Your Excellency. Your cousin Lord Tagta says that you are always in need of

 

~IC~ Grand Admiral Thrawn
Location: Chommel Sector - Naboo


Naboo. The aristocratic world of the Chommel Sector. A shining example of the perfect 'citizen' of the Republic during its golden age. Ruled by a monarchy, a noble line of Kings and Queens dated back to the first colonisation of the planet over three millennia ago. They brought art and culture to a once 'unsophisticated' planet. The peace-loving citizens of Naboo are highly respected by other nations of the galaxy.

Rose light from the horizon marked a new day as the sun starts another journey across the crystal clear sky. Giant amphibious quadrupeds, known as Fambaas lumbered around the grassy plains in search for a new grazing area. Awakened by the seismic activity of the giants, a flock of Peko-Peko spread their wings and took flight.

Light sparkled off the dewy grass from the bird's perspective. They flapped their wings faster to gain altitude in the cold air current until they reached as high as they could and stretched out their small wingspan. They soared in a 'V' formation over the landscape and followed the path of the river below them. Rainfall from the previous day had swollen the banks of the great Solleu River. One would say ideal conditions for the local fishermen.

A dark silhouette formed on the rippling water and trailed behind the unsuspecting birds. The shadow continued to grow in size as something large was nearing the terrain. A tri-winged craft, in the shape of an inverted 'Y' flew over the landscape and followed the birds over the city walls.

From his vantage point, Mitth'raw'nuruodo smiled to himself as he gazed out the window of the light grey, 'Lambda' class shuttle. Built on the top of a cliff, the city of Theed was indeed a special place. The Solleu River forks out and flows through the length of the city, passing the Royal Hanger and Theed Palace, the water thundered over the cliff edge towards the plateau below.

Words cannot describe the Royal Palace, let alone the gardens and buildings that make up the city. The architecture reflect the values of the people. Rarely is there a civilisation that treats each aspect of their life as a work of art. In a time of industrialisation and the machines of war, such beauty should be treasured. Such craftsmanship should never be forsaken.

Long has Mitth'raw'nuruodo desired to walk the halls of the palace at his own leisure, to marvel at the sculptures, tapestries and other art that had been produced and collected over the ages. 'Not this time, unfortunately.' He reflected to himself. 'Never mix business with pleasure. Next time I will get a chance if the opportunity arises.'

"We are approaching the spaceport. Sir." The shuttle pilot broke the silence.
"Thank you." Mitth'raw'nuruodo nodded. "Take her down gently, Lieutenant."

TAG: Sith-I-5/Naboo/Others in the vicinity.

 

IC: truthsayer sister Alia

On-board "Executor"

"Through the lightning and the tempest, Greater Good deliver us!" Chant for the Greater Good.

She almost purred, such power and so much possibilities. She caressed the transparisteel, it was cold as the heart of the Sisterhood. Alia felt another presence beside her, a figure with white armor...a stormtrooper.

-What is it?- she didn't hide her annoyance.

"Madame, you must return to you quarters,"

She didn't flinch at the sight of the trooper, she was used to seeing intimidating armors, after all she came from a place which specialized in such things. Her indigo eyes flashed menacingly, but there was a smile on her lips, she was about to use the Voice. Men couldn't resist it...

-I don't like being closed in a room, I need more space. I don't see a problem to be here.

The trooper didn't reply, but she could tell when a man fell in her trap. Alia turned around, her robes swirling, and looked outside somewhere in the fleet was her love- Lawson. Her feelings were forbidden and if someone finds out the truth she could be easily executed. This was a small part of what it was to be a Bene Gesserit. It won't be a precedent if she ever married Lawson, but the Sisterhood did such things to strengthen its position in the Union. Ah and she needed to be a higher ranking sister. "Lawson, oh Lawson...will we ever be together...will we ever be happy...?"

"Happiness is a delusion of the weak..." the whisper repeated.

This was the whisper of the Sisterhood dogma, she could not escape it. This was the reason her parents had sent her to become a truthsayer...to destroy the feelings inside her...to make her insensible like a marble statue. They were afraid she will indeed fall in love with a prince of the House Supreme...this will definitely cause trouble.

The huge metal sphere was hypnotic. She wondered what the prophecy meant, what will the duchess do to cause so much pain in the Union. "Is this a part of a plan?". Alia promised to herself to find out what was happening, she will have to speak with Mother Superior.

The truthsayer sister frowned she felt the sticky taint of a dark aura. It was not Vader's it was darker, she hadn't felt anything like it before. Alia shook her head in disgust, she couldn't accept that someone could be that evil. She thought of Vader and the power he wielded, the man was an enigma to her...she will have to do some research in the Great Librarium back on Wallach.

She closed her eyes, she could sense that someone will come to call her...


TAG:Vader, anyone else

 

NRC: Sandi Sunwalker
Theed City, Naboo

Previously: Sandi turned over in bed, staring at the ceiling. How could she help her parents?
She had heard the Jedi were dangerous, they were responsible for the murder of Chancellor Elect Amidala, they were responsible for the Clone Wars, Jedi tried to assassinate the Emperor!

Now these Jedi were threatening her parents. She must help them! Sandi sat up in bed, looking across the room to the window, where she could see the moon beginning to rise. The answer came to her at last. There was only one thing she could do to help her parents. She would rise early in the morning and tell her mother she had to leave for school early and work in the library on a project. She had done so many times, her mother would believe her! She was always waiting until the last minute to do a project.

It was the only solution!

* * * * * * * * * *

Sandi stood on the outside of the building which before the Imperial occupation served as a private art gallery. It stood in the midst of a block, which boasted several antique stores, a perfumery, two jewelers, and the gallery of Palo, the official court artist of Theed Palace and former classmate of Padme Naberrie.

Other retailers, included a wine shop, which boasted an inventory of over 1,000 fine wines from across the known galaxy, a chocoteer? which was said to have been patronized by Sabe Delba, now known as Queen Amidala II. Their best selling item was the ?drinking choco? which the confectionary bragged was the queen?s favorite.

Interspersed between these expensive retailers were just as expensive dining establishments. One was owned by Tho-Thor the Gungan, specializing of course in Gungan delicacies , another was R?mue Tahsap serving galaxy wide cuisine, from Awabi Sakani, a sweetly cooked abalone from Frodo to Vatkattu Marjapuuro , a whipped berry pudding from Pendel. On one corner was GalaxyBucks, proudly serving the Naboo only the finest java and fraps.



Sandi had stood there for some time now, staring at the small sign, proclaiming in Basic the headquarters of the occupying Imperial forces. Taking a deep breath, the teen entered.

It was still early, and only a few staffed the quarters. The occupation of Naboo had been peaceful, almost dull, for those looking for adventure and excitement.

The populace for the most part, ignored the Imperial presence. The Naboo were civil, polite when required to communicate with the occupiers and no more. There were few who willingly collaborated with the Imperials.

The Naboo had embraced democracy long ago, and cherished their individual freedoms and rights guaranteed in their constitution. In protest of growing Imperial infringements, they had elected Sabe Delba, a name not on the ?approved list? of candidates.

The citizenry knew the government was investigating the assassination of former queen Appaliana, and the kidnapping of the woman they had freely elected as their leader, Sabe Delba.

As Queen Amidala II, Sabe had ordered the strengthening of planetary defenses, without the approval of the empire, due to the threat of the CIS ? it was for this and their defiance of electing Delba their leader, that Naboo now was watched over by the Empire.

For awhile, the Naboo feared reprisals when the Emperor?s retreat upon Naboo was attacked . Denying any knowledge or participation, the Council breathed easier when it was proven the attack was the sole responsibility of one of the Emperor?s own ? Admiral Grant.

The Naboo Council by order of their queen, were cooperative, showing the Empire the locations of the newly installed ion cannons and shields. They were surprised, when Lord Darth Vader, the Emperor?s Executor, directed even stronger defenses be installed, protecting the planet from attack.

Queen Amidala had ordered the sale of plasma at pre war prices, undercutting the CIS, denying the Confederacy much needed credits. It was the Naboo contribution to the war effort.

The Council had announced Queen Amidala would soon once more b

 

~OOC~
First up I would like to thank Arriss, MOO and M-O-E for your most valued input.

Here's a biggie. Cale Lawson's post. I might try something a little different here.

In the words of the almighty Teal'c: Previously on Stargate SG-1...

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On the bridge of the Victory-class destroyer, Captain Cale Lawson remained calm as he took in the situation: Outnumbered, outgunned, understaffed and no fighters of their own.
"Just like a walk in the park." He commented to himself.

[i]Incarcerator[/i] Commander's voice came over the communications. ["Brashin here. Yes, we saw them. We count three Recusant destroyers and a Trade Federation Battleship."]

"We are understaffed, no fighters, three shuttles and a small platoon of Stormtroopers." Cale explained. "Most of our current crew are civilian technicians from the Fondor shipyards on temporary time. The rest are from my previous station. Everything else comes tomorrow."
Brashin sighed. ["Understood. I'll send word to Fondor and ask them to send any available ships to our position. Until they arrive, we go with your plan. Keep me informed and good luck. Brashin out."]

* * * * * * * * *

Cale hit the switch and tried again. "Hailing Confederate ships, this is Captain Lawson of the starship [i]Ulysses[/i]. Requestin-"
"Enough!" An arrogant voice cut him off. The screen before Cale lit up to show a tall, grey alien sitting in a command chair. "I've heard you the first time. Release us immediately or be destroyed."

The Neimoidian's skin turned a darker shade of grey. "You are in no position to make demands. You are out numbered." He shouted.
"Good for you, like I'd care." Cale replied in a 'without a care in the world' manner. "I am being civil about this so don't do anything stupid. We can do this the hard way or easy way. Either way, I will find out what I want to know."

* * * * * * * * *

["Here is the plan so far. The Battleship is their flagship. Take that out should demoralise the destroyers."]
"They are run by droids. They don't require moral." Brashin pointed out.
["Right. But their organic supervisor's would have second thoughts about coming near us."]
"How do you suppose we do that? Those destroyers and fighters will create a screen for the flagship. We don't have the resources to punch through that and still take down a heavily armoured battleship."
["Stormtroopers."] Cale answered. ["Our ship can provide cover fire above and below the shuttles vector while our fighters escort them close enough."]
"What do you hope to achieve by that?" Brashin sounded amused.
["Storm the ship... no pun intended. Disable it, sabotage it, whatever they can do. We also need to get our hands on their battle plan otherwise we won't know what their original target is and it could still be threaten regardless of how today turns out."]

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A trio of ships departed from the main hanger of the [i]Ulysses[/i]. Lambda [i]Triton[/i], DX-9 [i]Zenith[/i] and the Sentinal [i]Naiad[/i] formed up under the bow of their command ship and adjusted their course to head towards the enemy capital ships.

["What!? You're mad!"] Taryn sounded surprised by his plan.
"Since when has that stopped me before?" Cale smirked.
["Why are you going?"] She asked.
"I am the only one here that has been inside a Trade Federation battleship before. They need a guide. Ms Arno is here with me too as I'll need her help. You are in command until I return. Mr. Harris shall be your second in command."

Cale laughed. "By the way, tell Mr. Harris to put the kettle on for tea, for when I return."

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Location: Immobilizer-418 Interdictor Cruiser, [i]Incarcerator[/i] - Bridge

The [i]Incarcerator[/i] kept its position underneath the [i]Ulysses[/i], moving at the same speed as its 'cousin' towards the Federation Battleship and the incoming Commerce Guild vessels.
"All batteries target the destroyer!" Cap

 

OOC: I come out of my hole to respond to Pasha's wonderful Lizard Woman. Pasha, PM me soon in regards to our battle plans so that we can sequence things correctly.

I apologize for the long delay in my post. I have had a surprise attack by Darth Real Life and a little something known as Paying Work.

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IC: Sheekil
Location: General Grievous's Palace/Shield Generator . Kalee

Sheekil blinked with utter astonishment as Tenebrius and the Fearsome Dark God vanished before them.

So stunned was he that he barely noticed Aesha's rantings until she was in his face, looming over him like the foaming hydra she was.

?Is thissss conspiracy, Sheekil,? Aesha queried, stretching round to meet her husband?s brother?s firm gaze. "Where are your gods now," baited the Quaemena. "Those wizards," she spat, "came to humiliate me... to SHAKE our confidence! But we will assume they spoke the truth," she said distractedly before turning back to the warrior. "WHAT...have you to say...fool who will follow any huckster with a flair and A MIRROR!" She was ready to strike with those fangs...Sheekil's tongue reached out to flick her nostrils, as nervous reptiles are wont to do.

Sheekil's faithful brandished weapons, only to have Aesha's royal guards and resident IG-2000 MagnaGuards brandish their own, with a thrum of electrical power. Slithering around from behind the tall Magnadroids came the vicious looking Death Runners who aimed their repeaters at Sheekil's men.

Sheekil's faithful relented...knowing that a mere twitch of the wrong muscle might bring a hail of death in their direction.

Skeekil gulped...his vast Adam's apple rolled in his muscular neck.

"Enough." A firm female human voice reverberated preternaturally within Aesha's council chamber.

The Death Runners aimed and fired at the new and unexpected noise. The hail of green blaster bolts from their repeaters struck the female's alabaster pale hand and were redirected right back at the Death Runner droids and MagnaGuards. The Death Runners fell twitching, holed by their own gunfire.

The MagnaGuards were quicker, leaping away with Electrostaves whirling. With the inhuman agility of Grievous's own, the MagnaGuards launched themselves at the intruder, only to find their forward leap violently reversed in midair. The guards crashed into pieces as they hit the far wall. Wisely, all living guards and courtiers stayed their hands.

The lone female seemed to glide upon the floor with a grace granted by a regal birth and a noble upbringing. Her long velvet gown was a dark blue, and an Ursean Star shone in a twinkle at her white throat.

Her hair was raven highlighted with natural auburn-red and her eyes sparkled with a dark blue to match her noble gown.

Her skin was alabaster pale...the pallid color of the dressed and unspoiled corpse of a recently dead princess.

The room had gone cold again.

Her resonant voice was twisted with a slight accent.

"Sheekil's faith was not misplaced, milady...though I must share your distaste for both Jedi and Sith. I have had occasion to bring myself to hate both. Case in point, my erstwhile ally, Mr. Tenebrius. A Jedi and a 'True Sith' both, he decided he didn't want to play anymore..." She shrugged and then she made a smoothing gesture with her hand. "I have since...dealt...with him." Explained her gesture.

"As for Mirrors, Milady...." A chair appointed itself of its own to give the young lady a seat. She sat and crossed her legs with utmost grace and care, being sure to smooth out her dress correctly.

"...I promise you...Mirrors are not what will kill you when the Sith arrive to this world." She said with chilling certainty.

She smiled most pleasantly..."Shall we talk?"

Tag: Aesha

OOC: no colors. Server being mean-bad. Sidious post coming soon as I find a place for one. THANKS PASHA for handling my characters so well. You are four times the RPGer I am!

 

OOC: Any resemblance to Blade: Trinity is intentional.

IC: Padawan Roland, Agent Mitch Nifesta, bridge of the Darth Unlucky.
Location: Iridonia, belly of the Haven

Yoda?s ?protector?, the bearded young Corellian, sat in the co-pilot?s chair on the Darth Unlucky, staring sidelong at Nifesta as the other sat hunched over the navi-computer, studying readouts and plotting courses.

Haven?s bridge had called down to report that the Interdictor had dropped out of hyperspace at Iridonia. Long range sensors showed no hostile vessels in the vicinity.
Agent Nifesta had instructed that the cruiser stay on station until the morning, when Yoda would be able to issue further instructions.
Apparently, jedi throughout the Haven were seeking places to sleep. Better to face the galaxy refreshed.

The padawan, however, had insomnia, so he was up here annoying the agent.
?You just might want to consider blinking once in a while.?

The agent, who had been enduring the other?s incessant baiting for a while now, looked up at him, and just met his stare silently.

The jedi flinched first, though Mitch didn?t necessarily trust it as a sign of surrender.
?I?m sorry; I had a lot of sugar today.?

Mitch went back to his work. Minutes passed.

?So, um. What are you working on??

The SGIS operative responded readily, after all, if the jedi padawan remained on board, this would concern him too. ?I?m plotting a course to Tatooine, from Coruscant.?

?Any particular reason??

?HNN news-feed has the Empire lifting it?s blockade of the planet since the Separatist fleet dispersed; and I want to go back to pick up my salon pod.?

A lightbulb popped into being over the jedi?s head as he realised why the agent?s space cruiser had looked odd when he had trailed Master Yoda onboard. The prow had looked too slim. Anorexic, even.
When this class of vessel had been used by the jedi themselves, for diplomatic missions, they had used the fat, removable salon pod as a venue for conferences.
That was what was missing.

?You leave in a hurry??

Mitch nodded. ?You could say that. We had to rescue Master C?Boath, and he was very keen for us to bring him to the Jedi Order. Then straight after, everyone became interested in the planet, and I couldn?t go back.?

There was some truth to what he said, but equally, a lot of pertinent information had been left out, not least, him and Fen baiting a local Imperial general, and redesigning his garrison from the inside out.

Roland noticed it first, eyes drifting up towards the ceiling as the lights flashed slowly between their normal colour and a deep ocean blue.

?Uh, what?s up with the lights??

Nifesta sniffed. ?Distress signal from somewhere.? He stretched out his left arm to the keyboard at the pilot station. ?Strong. Somewhere close. Looks like there is an audio element too. Just a second.?

After a moment, a strained voice filled the cockpit: ?- anyone who can aid me, I am in need of assistance. My coordinates the Bastooine System, planet Orellon II in the mid-rim, I am in need of assistance as my ship was badly damaged and need of directions in order to get the proper repairs. This message will repeat once every hour and my beacon has been switched on. The Pacifist out!?

?I am patching it into the navicomp, but just out of idle curiousity, mind. We are not answering it.?

Roland?s face was a picture of horror, and Nifesta understood all very well the reason why. It was an unwritten rule of space travel that you always responded to distress calls. Actually, it was probably a written rule as well, somewhere. He doubted that the Powers That Be would entrust something so vital, and that could happen to anyone, to the auspices of space ettiquette.

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