SWRPF Archive WOTG V: Shattered Galaxy (A classic WOTG RP!!)

OOC: Yay! Mitth's back! Now we can get on with our plans to conquer the galaxy!

Carida

Nithrak stepped from the ramp of the Frigate and took satisfaction of the *crunch* of his feet on the arid ground. Turning to Mitth, he said:

"Lead on Mitth. Though I'm sure that most of the computers and information was taken before the Imperials evacuated, perhaps we can find what we're looking for."

It was imperative that they did, in fact, find the information which they were searching for. Nithrak hoped that it would prove to be the edge the Yuuzhan Vong would need to finally conquer this galaxy.

"If anything is left, it would be on the campus." said Mitth. "Follow me."

Nithrak fell into step beside Mitth, with a quartet of warriors in tow.

Tag: Mitth

 

At last!

IC as Mitth

Carida - Remnants of the Imperial Academy

Not much was left of the Academy after the Imperials had vacated the planet. A few electronic devices remained. He had tried to access the computer core of the Academy but soon discovered that his former comrades had done a fine job of wiping it clean. He was certain there was some residue of information left, but he was no hacker to find those bits and pieces.

He told that much to Nithrak he stood pacing the large room that was the Academy's BHCI. There was nothing left save for a couple data terminals. The BHCI devices themselves were missing and details of where they use to be could be seen in the faint faded colors of the steel gray painted walls and floors.

"Try anyway." Nithrak growled at Mitth after he gave his excuse.

"I'll see how well my hacking skills really are." Mitth relunctantly gave in to the pointless task. He returned his attention to the computer terminal in front of him and began typing into the keyboard. The screen in front of him glowed green as text and images began to scrawl past. If any of the Yuuzhan Vong had decided to pay attention to his task, they would have noticed he had not hacked into the computer core but into the computers that maintained the fuctions of the Academy.

"I grow tired of waiting." Nithrak impatiently warned his new recruit. Before Mitth could reply the lightning system in the entire building suddenly failed. There were the sounds of surprise and flesh meeting flesh.

When the lights returned a minute later, three warriors lay strewn across the floor unconscious and Mitth was no where to be seen.

TAG: Nithrak

 

OOC: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU TRICKED ME YOU SLIMY INFIDEL! YOU'LL PAY FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT! I LET YOU OUGHT OF MY SIGHT FOR 5 SECONDS AND YOU ESCAPE!

AAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

IC:

Carida

Nithrak staggered to his feet and, noticing that Mitth was gone, slammed his fist into a nearby computer screen, shattering it into thousands of shards.

Then, he stroked the villip on his shoulder.

"I want a division of troops at my location, RIGHT NOW!"

By the time he had exited the building, a trio of dropships were landing and soon warriors were disgorching from the vessels.

"The blue skinned infidel, Mitth, has tricked us and escaped. FIND HIM!"

Before any of the rest of them could move, Nithrak spun on his heel and charged back into the facility, racing through the computer room and charging down an adjacent hallway...too blinded by rage to realize he had no idea where he was going.

TAG: INFIDEL!!!!

 

Executive Chief of Staff Raman Deris, who will gladly receive you."

Hello Chief Deris I wish to talk about bring back ships and protecting our planets.

As it would seem that if we do not have adequate defenses for our planets we will seem like the Old Republic, as our senate is in effective and our military still believes it can take Yuuzhan Vong or Imperial planets, while they lose more of our ships in battles, that don't need to be fought.

What I want is for more resources to be put toward defenses, such as mines, turbolaser space weapons and things of that such.

The planet of Naboo is rich in resources and it a very good target for the Yuuzhan Vong to hit. Also I would think that sense we are losing ships and our defenses of our planets arn't as strong as some senators would like that some planets would leave the Republic.

This is the same that happened in the Old Republic.

We have large military ships such as the JSD II which was captured from the Legions Engineering Corporation. That ship alone would great increase a planets defenses.

I also request that someone intelligent but someone smart as the Head of Defenses. I was once in the military Chief and I know we will lose this war if we do not do things properly.

Can you please talk to our President about these things or can your talk to me about them. Either way I will need to talk to the President personally.

(Tag Kuna)

 

It's what you get for trusting me, Nit Wit!!

Mitth ran down the familiar corridors. He remembered the layout of the Academy since his days as a new recruit and as one of the citidels lecturers. He felt disappointed that the Academy had to fall into the Yuuzhan Vong's hands.

Another reason why Jello should pay with his life. How much more was the Empire's morale decimated by both his defeat at Nithrak and the loss of Carida?

He hoped to find out once he got off planet.

Mitth turned down an adjacent corridor that led to the hanger of the Academy. He wondered what hyperspace capable craft might have been left behind? An advanced starfighter, such as the TIE Advanced, was least likely to be left behind.

He found out anyway as soon as he stepped into the hanger. Nothing was much left save for a couple beat up shuttles and trainers. He sighed as his gaze glanced around for any sign of Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

He spun around when the sound of feet came clattering down the corridors. He did not waste time to see who it was, he knew who.

The former Imperial commando ran for one of the trainers, knowing that it would be hyperspace capable but not fast as he would have liked, a modified Assault Gunboat. He climbed into the cockpit and put on the training helmet. He pressed switches and the howling whine of engines began to intensify with each passing second. Each light in the cockpit began turning from red to green, one by one.

He glanced toward the corridor he had left and saw a lone warrior rushing toward his craft. He recongized the tattoos and scars of the ex-Warmaster and smiled as the cockpit lowered to seal him inside the vessel.

"The Goddess Yun-Harla has chosen me, Nithrak! Accept Her doings and sacrifice for Her forgiveness or perish at Her hand!"

Then his gunboat rose into the air and was gone.

TAG: Nithrak

 

OOC: Have fun trying to catch us, i jumped into real space in the middle of nowwhere than to somewhere else, have fun tracking that. also, sorry about yelling at you juno, i meant it at zaarin

IC: Commenor
George, "Are you sure they can't trace us to here?"
The Pirate Leader, "Im sure, we made sure that the coordinates we gave to everyone were fake, they dont lead to here at all, and if they did find out where they lead, we wont be there, since we jumped back to commenor."
George, "Good, cause if they did find out we came to here, we would be screwed."
Pirate Leader, "I know"

Tag: ?

 

OOC: This Time LLTR you got away, FOR NOW , but you won't be so lucky next time. And there's no hard feelings about you yelling at me.

***Back At Kuat***

The First and Second Suarbi Fleets returned to Kuat 4 hours from when they had left. Moff Epsilon had followed the escape coordinates to a tee but had found nothing of the Pirates that had attacked the Lancer Warcraft convoy.

Again it was the ISD Rage That welcomed the 2 fleets back into Kuat System.

ISD Rage's Captain: "Back so soon Moff Epsilon?"

Moff Epsilon: "Yes unfortunatly the coordinates that you gave me where not real. Captian do you have the listof coordinates that came out of the Nav. computer?"

ISD Rage's Captain: "Yes Sir, right here."

Moff Epsilon: "Good, transfer them to here and I will take them."

The transfer took place in seconds and immedeantly Juno took notice of the jump into the Kuat lanes where the Fighters had intercepted the Freighters.

Moff Epsilon: "This doesn't make sence, usually Pirates bring all there ships at once. Not have more jump in.... And The flying look at the numbers that made it out..." Juno again went through the reports. "This Just doesn't make sence. None of it. These pilot's must have been professionally trained, I mean The numbers don't match the standard Pirate raid nor do the tactic's. This had to be a different group. But who?" that was the question that now turned through Juno's mind.

Moff Epsilon: " Commander." he turned to the man giving standard orders.

Bridge Commander: "Yes Sir?"

Moff Epsilon: "Prepare 7 Probe's and send them to the other seven hyper Jump coordinates, Let's not waste any more time on this hunt."

Bridge Commander: "Yes Sir, Is there anything you want them to scan for?"

Moff Epsilon: "Yes Scan for any recent hyperspace travel, and have them send back there findings. From there we can piece the hyper jumps together and find out where they ended up, Hopefully."

Bridge Commander: "Aye Sir"

With that 20 min later 7 probe's launched from the ISD III Tranchula

Tag: ?

OOC: LLTR I'm guessing the the fighters had no more then 8 Nav. coordinates, so 1 down 7 to go. And LLTR I will get back to you, just going to take longer then I want.

 

OOC: Nithrak!!?!! Now Mitth is loose!

GM OOC
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LLTR:
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Retroactive posting.

Second point is that you cannot place flawed data into a nav computer.

Third point, anyone can trace your hyperspace vector anyway.

Post nulled.

 

IC: Alzoc III Garrison Landing Bay
Fired up by Corellian blood and adrenaline, Juren sped across the docking bay amidst a hail of blaster bolts, running a rather erratic flight path marked by leaps and skips to throw off enemy gunfire. Unfortunately, the odds caught up with him - he took a hit in the arm and two hits in a leg.

Nonetheless, he managed to half-limp, half-crawl his way into a Skipray blastboat. Sealing the door and making his way into the cockpit, he sealed that door as well ((Jello, I presume the blastboat is empty?)). He then powered up the engines and the dorsal blaster cannon.

Within a minute the blaster was up and Juren spread a volley of fire in the general direction of the stormtroopers besieging Ken, taking care not to him but not aiming to kill any stormtroopers either. He hastily brought ray shields online as he cruised the Skipray towards Ken. Any stormies that didn't duck out of the way were crushed.

Ken clambored aboard the blastboat and joined Juren in the cockpit. "We're still not ready to fly, and plus they've sealed off the landing bay doors," Juren announced calmly despite the pain in his body. "Looks like a standoff. Use the ions to knock out the TIE's and stuff." He brought the particle shields up.

Ken brought the ion cannons online and began disabling the other craft in the landing bay, while Juren continued to use the blaster cannons to hold off stormtroopers.

TAG: Emperor GrandAdmiralJello

 

bterrik's Ednurance Squadron reverted from lightspeed within the confines of the Commenor system and was reunited with his Pride Squadron.

There were several freighters waiting, all containing Z-95 Headhunters and a small amount of old Y-Wings.

"I want those ships taken aboard and repainted. Make them look like pirate craft. Do the smae with three Assault Shuttles." bterrik said.

"At once, admiral." the head technician responded with a sigh.

OOC: One RL Day to repaint 48 Z-95s and 12 Y-Wings. Same for the assault shuttles.

 

Ziost

Wynessa Rhynassi watched the drop boxes...drop.

 

Elom


Vice-Admiral Damas registered the arrival of both fleets into the Elom system.

"Communications, request that both fleet commanders come aboard the Warhawk for a tactical briefing."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Also, send a priority message to High Command, informing them of the arrivals and requesting an update as to the status of the mission. Bascially, are we still go or not?"

Damas had been watching the holofeeds, and knew that this mission may be scrubbed at the eleventh hour.

Still, there was no excuse to not be ready.

Tag: padmeamidala55, Rayson, Kuna_Tiori

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Eriadu


Baron-Admiral Delmion watched the exchange between Tiori and the Vong ambassador. He shook his head.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn!

He snatched up the datapads on his desk. Current defence numbers for Eriadu. The reports from Bespin, Arbra, and Munto Cudro. The data on Project: Outstation that had been started by the late Admiral Veroyn. Performance reports, effeciency drills, response times.

So much to do. So little time. His speech to the Senate was due tomorrow. He was not looking forward to it.

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Varonat


Lenador led the team through the gruelling pre-dawn exercise session, followed, as always, by a light breakfast of local flora, fauna, and wildlife.

Weapons training followed, with a combat exercise after that. Infiltration, extraction, demolition - everything was trained in.

Retreating to his shack after sending the team to concentrate on known Vong bio-tech reports, he found a message waiting for him.

It was from High Command, informing him that the team would be made operational in one month, with deployment shortly after.

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Arbra, etc


The bio-scan teams swept through the ships, and the scans came back empty. The Customs Officer looked over the results, then nodded.

"Okay. Your ship is required to stay here, and you are free to distribute your wares once you and it have undergone standard decon procedures. Nothing to worry about, but I'm sure you've heard of that nasty virus that infected Mon Calamari. Decon control is at the entrance to the docking bay. We'll have droids to unload and decon your cargo. Report to the Dockmaster once you've cleared decon to collect your cargo. Also, your escape pods have been collected and are undergoing the same procedure. But they've caused some damage. I hate to ask, but do you have any insurance guarding against this?"

Tag: Zaarin

 

IC:
Edge of Mon Calimari System

The Stirke Crusier, Mirrorwind stain space, invisable, like a sanke waiting to strike and posion the world below. The sith had been plooting, and, after their first plan failed, they came up with a new one, one that was equally as sinister, though it would require more force power then before.

Gorin and Ehele, as well as budaki, watched as ship after ship entered the Mon Calimari sytem, mostley civilian transports,but a few military freighters, but they would serve.

Finding one that semmed to be promising, nameley small, and crewed by less than 25 people Gorin, with power from Ehle and Budaki helping him, quickly wrested control of the Crew's minds from them. they watched, helpless, as the invisable strike crusier slid up next to them and matched velocieties. They watched as their own hands slowed the ship to a stop, meanwhile making the engines begin to fail slightly, and hang dead in space.

((I belive that this would be the Nr response, and it's just a few lines, if it's not, plese ignore rest of post))

They listend, unable to do anything the master didn't want them to do, as the NR Customs officer crackled over the comm, "Freighter Haul, why have you stopped forward progress?"

The captian was suprised to hear himself say, "Sir, we've had some minor engine problems. You klnow what these old frighters are like. We're working on it right now and we do not require assitance."

"Alright Friegther Haul, make it quick." as the NR customs officer commed off.

The strike Crusier slowly, delecetly, docked with the frighter. Gorin, Ehele, and Budaki then puit the strike crusier on standby, and it's crew would wait in-system untill Gorin Told them to leave. They sat, almost un-powered, claoked, at the edge of the system, waiting for the master's return.

The crew of the freighter could not belive what happened next. Something opened a small hole, unnoticeable to senors, but big enough for a man to crawl though laying flat, open up on the side of the ship away from the planet. the ship and it's passenghers had cuty their way in. From this in walked Budaki, Gorin, Ehele, and the Genesii Teams. the crew watched as the Genesii stiopped them of their clothes and put them on, and the watched as the were cut down. They tried to run, to fight, to do anything but stand their helplessly, but it was all in vain, and soon they all were lying dead on the deck.The men quickly closed and repaired to door they had just made. The sith, now freed from having to use the Mind Control, wraped the genesii teams and his compainions in an illusion feild, making them look just like the men they had just killed, down to the DNA Level. They, effectivly, had become the men they had just killed, and all but the most invasive and prolonged Surgery could tell the difference.

Quickly fixing the minor problem the sailed on twords the planet below, and twords the beginning of a new blow.

TAG: NR, C_1 i belive to be more specific.

 

Munto Cundro etc

"Insurance? I'll have to check if I have escape pod damage insurance...I have everything else; even Star Destroyer insurance. Now, that my fruit is cleared, have a jewelfruit." said the pilots, watching as little droids trundled into the YT-2400s to grab the big SENEX FOODS crates inside.

Tag cavalier

 

Treshen recieved the message and informed Amidala.

"He requests you come aboard his flagship" he told her. Inside he hoped he would come to, not being left behind to watch stars turn into black holes but such was the duty of a captain.

Oh well, maybe I can find a simulator somewhere he mused.

TAG: C1, padmeamidala55

 

Amidala get's the message, Yes Treshan You can come with me as well, we will take my private Ship, She looked at the tacial officer you have command until we get back. Let's go Treshan, They walk of the bridge and down the Coordinator till they got to the dock, they walked in and found a two seater Ship, Amidala opened the door and the two entered. Amidala set down in the captain's chair, This is the Nubiam Dream to Control we are ready for liftoff, You may go and good-luck commanders." The ship leaves the docking bay and starts the journey to the warhawk, they get close and Amidala Hits the comlink, This is Vice-Admiral Amidala Starkiller onboard the Nubian Dream requesting permisson to land, She looked at Treshan Now we wait.

Tag CI, YDRB

Whi is the other commander withmy fleet is it still Thok?

 

Ziost

The Yuuzhan Vong fleet began to get hammered by the infidel ship's fire. For a brief moment, Commander Lah seemed to be at a loss... Then he smiled cruelly, and turned to his villip subaltern.

"Contact the planet. Tell them to drop the interdiction field, and bring all available planetary defense dovin basals to fear on that massive triangle ship."

The dovin basals on the planet began focusing their gravitic attraction on the Super Star Destroyer, attempting to use their massive gravitic power against the SSD's weakened thrust to pull it through its brethern, into the planet...

"Now, instruct the coralskippers to jump to darkspace independently and head for the space-side of the infidel formation."

The coralskippers appeared from the nether regions of the system, and began to provide cover for the approaching coral bombers.

"Have the fleet prepare a salvo of magma missiles."

"Magma missiles holding, sir."

"Coral bombers, open fire... now!"

A wave of magma missiles shot towards the infidel ships on the side, and although many of the coralskippers had been lost immediately thanks to their improper alignment, the coral bombers had delayed coming out of darkspace until the coralskippers could provide a screen.

"Fleet... fire!"

Another wave of magma missiles headed at the infidel ships this time from the fleet's angle. In the fiery burst, the commander's eyes could not tell what the result of his actions had been, but the infidel's own actions were clear. Two smaller ships lay dead hulks in space, while a larger one listlessly floated.

"Have the fleet regroup."

The fleet began pulling together into a tighter formation.

TAG: Infidels

Ziost, groundside

The Yuuzhan Vong forces began moving forward, a massive force of warriors and shaped ones... Long range artillery opened up, just as infidel artillery began firing. The rakamats, however, were more mobile than the infidel artillery, and moved slowly forward, using their dovin basals to cover groups of warriors moving forward.

Meanwhile, Yuuzhan Vong speeder groups moved forward at a much quicker pace, speeding forward in two groups, one to rip the shields off of infidel forces, the other to fire. The group of Requiem beasts that were on the planet were mainly with this force, shooting out Force Lightning, and conjuring Force storms as they sped forward.


TAG: WW

OOC: I have no idea what proper ground forces are, so I'll consult some of my subordinates before my next response...

 

OOC: Sorry, i meant that they only put 1 coordnite in, then when they reached there, then earsed it from the comp, then they put another in, so finding them will be harder than you think. I call them fake coordinates cause they dont lead to where i came from. And yes juno, it will take a long time, i jumped alot!!

IC:
"Sir, Admiral Bterrik has arrived in the commenor system."
George, "send a message, tell him I need some assistance."

Tag: Bterrik

 

***Just Outside Kuat System***

It was late at least so said the Imperial standard time. Juno Sat at his desk in his quarters looking through the information shuffling through the coordinates. "Hummmm..." A thought raced around his head and he pulled up a star chart of this sector. "This was the first jump" he placed a dot on the star shart, "This was the second jump" Again a dot went on the map he did this going farther and farther on the map till he reached the end of the map.. He looked up... "My God." Juno raised to his feet and walked to his wall where he keeped all his star charts and pulled the next sector map off the wall and went and sat down again. "Outside of Talasea, then Outside of Balmorroa..." Again he paused and looked up not saying a word as he did so. "connect the dots now i guess." He started at the first jump point, outside Kuat and drew line after line zigg-zagging across the maps Talasea , Balmorra, Colla IV, finally to Chorax. Again Juno paused and picked up his communications device.

Juno: "Moff Epsilon to Bridge; Have Admiral Tr'ble come to the Tranchula immediantly. I need him to look at this i think I'm too tired to be reading this right."

Bridge Officer: "Aye sir.....contacted him, he will be here in 10 min."

Juno: "Very well"

OOC: I'm gonna leave the rest of this till tomorrow, I'm too tired to keep thiking striaght.....**looks at clook**, not good when it takes 2 hours to write a little post like this.... Good night all

 

OOC: YC, I really don't think that the Planet's Dovin Basals could do much damage...though my engines aren't at peak effeciency, the Fleet specifically formed up away from the planet to avoid Planetary intrusion...besides, if you're trying to lock onto my ship through the others, then your "signal" will be substantially lessend.

Also, I beleive that your losses would have been much greater than three ships. I'll play it this way, but I'd like to see a little more respect for the pickle you're in with the fleet firing on all sides, my bombers bombing the crap out of you, and my fighters destroying your Grutchin Carriers. I don't know what the physics are with coral skipps, but you had sent them to the planet, so they'll have to turn around, orient, and shoot to darkspace...

IC: Ziost Cast watched as the Fleet began to pull tighter together. This again was a poor Idea because the ships were being bunched together, blocking each other's line of fire...thus the barrage of Magma Missles was not near what it would have been had they had a proper formation.

The Missles moved in, but many of them were destroyed in the high concentration of incomming fire but still some got through. Two Strike Cruisers reported minor hull buckling on their port fins, and executed proper rancor rolls, bringing their shielded sides to bear. All ships in Cast's Armada performed this manuver, bringing virtually unscathed batteries and shields to bear on the trapped Yuuzhan Vong fleet.

"Alright, we're going to knock on their doors heavily this time. Prepare Manuver Cast Zeta 213. Gunners, load All torpedo bays...fire two salvos on my mark."

Gerul waited until the concentration of fire on the Yuuzhan Vong fleet was at it's most, then he gave the orders.

"All ships, Fire two sets of flares." Cast waited for two seconds" Fire Salvos one and two"

Flares suddenly lit up the night sky...over 1000 of them. Seconds after that, From all tubes facing the Yuuzhan Vong fleet, over 100 Torpedoes lit the sky...and with a flash, that number doubled. The flares burned hot in, and had all the signature markings of projectile weapons...their heat, their propulsion...the only difference was the lack of a warhead...but the Yammosk did not know this.

TAG YC

OOC: The reason you couldn't get off a full salvo is simple...your fleet is so compacted that they're blocking eachother's firing arcs...allowing for much less accuracy and potency of power. If I can take care of this fleet now, I'll not have to worry about the Dathomir.

 

OOC: Actually, the use of the dovin basals, who are 1. Very large, and 2. Very numerous (triple redundant in terms of defending the planet, as posted when they were originally put into place), was approved by GAJ. And you didn't form away from the planet, at least as I can see. The only post where you reference the planet is one where you say:

"Send a message to all ships. Recall fighters, and move the fleet away from the planet. Attempt to get that Yuuzhan Vong fleet inbetween us and the planet so they risk hitting their own fleet." . And considering that my ships weren't insystem yet, you either left the system or didn't move at all.

I also took dramatic coralskipper losses from performing that maneuver. They weren't oriented the correct way when coming out of darkspace, so they couldn't properly shield themselves until they could reorient.

And the Requiem 4's would know that they weren't real missiles. Yuuzhan Vong craft aren't guided by sight, they're guided by the gravitic signature an object creates. Comparing flares to a bunch of missiles isn't so hard.

I'll respond in about an hour... Fan Film awards are about to come on....

IC:

A coralskipper died at Ziost, and his family became very sad.

 

The 8th Republican Fleet pulled into ELom space, "This is Vice Admiral Rayson reporting as ordered. I've got a few unexpected visitors, so I was thinking you could do something with 'em, couple if Imperials tryed to hijack my ship, there sitting in my brig now, what do you want me to do with them?"

TAG: C_1

 

IC as Mitth

Corellian System

A few days later after his escape from Yuuzhan Vong clutches, his trainers craft dropped out of hyperspace. Normally it would have taken him only a couple hours, but he had to make several jumps to throw off any persuers he might have picked up.

Now he was in the Corellian system where he could begin his life again. He guided his gunboat on a course for Corellia and falling in line with the other ships that wanted to land. Some were of Corellian make, others across the galaxy and an entire fleet of Star Destroyers and other class warships orbited the planet and patroled the system.

Just like all of the Core Worlds, heavily guarded.

"Unidentified Gunboat, we have you in our sights now. Please transmit your identification codes, your cargo and state your business for coming to Corellia." A voice over the comm system demanded.

Mitth wasted no time in responding. He identified his ship as the Running Dragon and himself as Captain Günther Jäger with no cargo and his business was returning home. All this was in the spaceports databanks as true, Virus had made him and the team several identities and backgrounds so they could move anywhere unnoticed and unquestioned.

"Running Dragon you are cleared to proceed. Follow the beacon signal to your landing plateform 93." Came the spaceports reply.

"Thank you." Mitth changed his vessels course to follow the signal until he came to a plateform labeled 93 in big white bold lettering. He landed and put the ship on standby. He did not immediately get out of the ship, he couldn't.

For starters he wasn't dressed properly. The moment someone reckonized the robes as Yuuzhan Vong, they would be after him. And the moment they reckonized his blue skin, bearded face as the deserter CorSec and ISB would be on top of him in no time.

Instead he put in Virus' comlink frequency and called him up.

"General?" Came a surprised voice.

"I do not know any Generals, son. My name is Captain Günther Jäger and you have something that I require. Come to Plateform 93 with the package."

"Of course, Captain." The communication ended and a half hour later a man and a woman approached the plateform and his ship. He reckonized Virus and Dragoon right away.

Mitth opened the hatch of his ship and Dragoon climbed up the ladder to his side. "I believe you asked for this, sir?" She handed him a set of cloths wrapped in a black cloak. "There is a refresher unit over there where you can change."

"Thank you Captain." Mitth donned the cloak and climbed out of his craft. Moments later he came out of the refresher looking like any other citizen of the Empire, instead of a Yuuzhan Vong citizen.

"Welcome back. We thought Nithrak had killed you." Virus greeted his commander.

"Only a God could kill me." Mitth smirked. They spoke of his time among the Yuuzhan Vong as they traveled back to where the Blood Wolves were hiding out these days.

Once inside Mitth took Virus to the side. "I have a job for you." He handed Virus a datacard with the instructions of what he wanted.

"It will take a couple weeks, but I can have it done." Virus replied after looking over the information. "Though I do not know about this part. It won't be easy."

"But can you do it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then do it." Mitth commanded. He left Virus alone to do his work to find four suitable team members for the next part of the job. He chose Ranger, Reptile, Nightcrawler, and Obsidian for this job. They accepted the assignment without protest and only asked a couple questions concerning the mission.

They were gone from Corellia by morning.

 

Coruscant

"As a good faith gesture, I am authorized to give the Galactic Empire a great many documents about the New Republic... from planet defense strength, to records of New Republic fleet sizes, to battle recordings."

Choka gave a slight bow, and then looked up at the holo again.

"The truce would only be one against the New Republic. Peace between our two factions while we aide each other tactically in destroying the New Republic. We learned while the New Republic-Galactic Empire treaty was still in existence that fighting two factions is much more difficult than fighting one. We wish to introduce this concept to the New Republic, so that their evils against their own citizens; who, because the New Republic is a false government, are actually your citizens; can be punished."

TAG: Jellywobble