Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I

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Thrion	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#21	[-]
Posts: 2031 (01/24/08 20:20:53) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The bridge of the flagship of his task force, Devastator was minutes away from crossing into the frying pan of what was once a very amusing system to visit. Mitthrionuruodo was seated in his chair on the Devastators bridge. There was much chatter on certain parts of the bridge about what was going on. This plan was ingenious; Thrion would openly admit that. The interdiction fields were a two-edge sword for them but the time it would take them to get to their destination was well worth it. That is assuming nothing terrible came their way since hyperspace was not an option at the moment or so it would seem. But if he was correct about this technology, there could be trouble. He wasnt familiar enough with the opponent to make a complete theory but his orders gave him ideas. Captain, access the core, file B5-Navy 13. There you will find instructions I have prepared. Transmit it to the other ships in the task force. The engineers should find it most amusing. Thrion adjust himself in the chair leaning forward. It was done. They had officially crossed into Corellian space. It would take still longer to get anywhere but time was on their side, he hoped. The six support Victory Class Star Destroyers and other support craft combined with fighters under his command would need him at his best in order to overcome the uncertain future. The Captain accesses the file and begins to almost swear before speaking. Commodore, this is quiet a risk if they make a single mistake. Thrion then cut his questioning off by doing what he thought was best. He only wished he would have been involved with the planning this operation. Especially if he was correct. My people teach that an error doesnt become a mistake until you refuse to correct it. I suggest they take their time and get it correct and double check their mathematics. We have time for now, Captain. But do not let them forget that time isnt an unlimited resource. The captain turns to relay the message to his teams before transmitting it to the other ships. From behind him, a voice came to the Commodore. You are expecting trouble? Excellent. While your leadership have a brilliant plan, I suspect they arent taking everything into account as we see it. Thrion doesnt look back at the hooded figure that was stepping closer with a limp. Thrion speaks back to him as the ship was a decent bit into hostile space. Perhaps, you do not see what I do. If it is within my ability, my crew and I will bring victory in this campaign. Thrion crosses his fingers and rests them in his lap. The figure moves beside his chair. We shall see, Commodore. We shall see. There was much to do still. So much to do before trouble came their way. Thrion lifts himself out the chair. Comm, put me on to the task force, a second passes before he was on to speak, May I have your attention, we are now in hostile territory. What we are about to do will test each of us and take us to our limits. But know this, we will come out of this victoriously. All ships are to remain at battle stations until the word is given. All primary fighters are to be ready for launch at a moments notice, all secondary fighters within a minute after that. We are up against a worthy foe but warriors fortune shall shine upon our efforts! That is all. Thrion moves to the front of the bridge as the task force moves ever closer to trouble. It was a slow pace but it was a decent one. If required, Thrion had a backup plan to ensure things but it wasnt a major one. At most it would save those under his command. They were up against a foe none of them could predict the moves of. But the Empires plan was solid. Even if some had doubts, Thrion would do what ever he required to ensure victory. Thrion was running calculations and plans through his mind. There was too much to consider that he could only keep a few moves ahead. The figure sits in his command chair. Very touching speech for someone who is still learning our language. Captain, launch 4 patrols to take point. Thrion gave a nod for his approval. The next few hours would be interesting as their campaign would heat up.
Salem Norongachi	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#22	[-]
Posts: 1968 (01/30/08 23:16:39) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	___________________________________________ Coronet City, Corellia ___________________________________________ "All non-human subspecies make your way to the central space port" The message blared from the speaker system on top of the CorSec hover vans slowly trawling the streets of Coronet city. Troops marched those of non-human blood in herds toward the space port. The fear was all to evident in the air, this was a purge of the city, and not one of the alien species knew what fate awaited them at the Central Space Port. Upon the side of a building a large holo-display showed the face of the Supreme Diktat, the Corellian flag behind him and the message "One race under one flag" at the bottom of the screen. The Central Space Port was crammed full of sentients, they huddled together in their thousands. In front of the masses three old cargo freighters sat with their engines primed and loading bay doors open. Slowly the masses were forced inside. "Don't struggle or I'll stick a bolt in your skull" Screamed one of the hundreds of CorSec Soldiers trying to organize this forced exodus, the Ithorian in question pushed backwards he could already hear the cries of the others squeezed into the metal coffins, which these ships essentially were. "I warned you!" Snarled the soldier and without hesitation fired a blast from his rifle. This was the biggest mistake the soldier could have made. Upon the sound of the rifle fire that pierced the rabble of the crowd, people panicked. It started off as a few fleeing from the scene of the execution but panic spreads, like a virus it infected the crowd not already on board the ships and the crowd began to push against one another, clamber over the fallen, in their escape. The CorSec responded as any soldiers would in the face of a stampede a hundred strong. They opened fire. Flashes of orange traced into the crowd, screams that would no doubt reach the out skirts of the city rose into the air as the unfortunate creatures were culled. __________________________________ Centerpoint Station __________________________________ Thraken watched the ships upon the holo-display. Three freighters heading out from Corellia packed to the gunnel's with aliens of varying species. To his right a young captain of the Human League, his piercing blue eyes watching the display almost as intently as Thraken, though without the thin smile. "Why not just destroy the disgusting beasts Supreme Diktat?" Asked the captain with distaste tarnishing his otherwise handsome features. Thraken did not answer at first, instead he slowly uncrossed his legs and stood from his chair in the Centerpoint control room and walked at a stroll toward the large plexiglass viewport ahead. "Because we are not monsters" He said with the utmost sincerity but he knew this was a death sentence upon the luckless souls aboard those outdated and badly maintained ships. "A quick death is to easy, let them suffer" He thought to himself with a smile and then turned to his communications officer. "Any word from our 'friends' "He asked, a quick shake of the head told him his answer. "What are you scheming i wonder" He said quietly to himself, how he would love to be a fly on the wall for the panic stricken, feverish planning that was no doubt taking place. The shouts, the debates, the conflicts of opinion on the best course of action to take against this 'mad man'. He let the smile broaden into a grin as he gazed out at the speckled black of space. Mad he may be but he was the one with his finger on the trigger of a super weapon and they could do absolutely nothing but give in to his demands.
Rani Churs	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#23	[-]
Posts: 4274 (02/03/08 17:35:40) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Darth Fett is The Dark Lord paused as the Sith in question chose that precise moment to address him via the Force. Rani listened to the message heard only in his head without comment, only his eyes betraying the thought processes being put into action. With difficulty, the Echani multi-tasked his replies, addressing Lanya vocally while at the same time telepathically responding to the reclusive Sith Lord. An asset to the Sith, who once upon a Korriban moon held the mantle of Dark Lord I now possess. Was spoken to his on board apprentice while Fett received silently: Understood. This will be a difficult task, and only you and I have the abilities that will get us on board the centerpoint station. Churs was asking a lot of his brethren, he knew this. Yet the Sith of this era were remarkably loyal and their devotion was above challenge. Which is why it would be they, despite their unimpressive numbers, and not the galactic titans that would bring the end of Thracken and his demands. Before the young leader could address either fellow Sith again, he became aware of a new transmission. As he was listening to this new message, the console announced the arrival to two more with rapid beeps. The roguish Sith nodded slightly as the contents of the three messages played. The first announced the arrival of Rage aboard the Corellian Gunship. This was a good development, someone would have to direct the Sith fleet while Rani and Fett defied logic and reality in what could be considered a suicide mission. The next message came from the Corporate Sector, requesting an audience. Nothing unusual, that. Yet it may mean the key to countering an obvious obstacle Churs could see in his place. Also, pooling resources with Omega in the past had allowed both parties to accomplish what was considered impossible. This message was also considered to be good news by the pale Sith. The final message was a simple system warning from the capital ship Rage occupied. A brief recording lit up the console, showing his defiant apprentice Kayla operating a terminal, attempting to access the itinerary. This was pleasing it an entirely different manner, for it showed initiative and promise from the young pilot. Waiting a moment to ensure the flurry of communication activity was over, for the moment, the Darth set about replying to the trio. Very well. Where? Was sent in response to the request of the Prex, no point in wasting words at a time like this. As he sent his answer, the master diverted the feed of the past hours transmissions to Fetts accompanying ship so the recluse could be aware of the situation. Make yourself comfortable, Darth Rage. You shall soon have some company. The Gunship is to continue to the edge of the field, where we will join you after a conference with like-minded parties. His second reply, only slightly less terse since on this subject the Sith was actually informed of the situation. The system of Corellia is our goal. Rage is expecting your company in the conference chamber. Follow the lights and enjoy the ride. All hell will break loose soon enough. The final message was transmitted directly to the terminal Kayla was operating, and as it played the corridor lights became active. The path to the mentioned chamber was now illuminated. Rani had met with more activity than expected, but he couldnt help but wonder about the silence from the Imperial front.
Lanya	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#24	[-]
Posts: 479 (02/05/08 15:20:10) Lanya Kazumious Sith Apprentice Unique flower Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Lanya eyed Rani for a moment. Her thoughts had turned to what he just said. 'Then he was the one...' She thought. Just learning things finding out that it was possible that this Darth Fett knew the strange woman she had been sent after. Well not after her, but after what she had held. Rani had admitted though he had not expected Death to be there. Things were coming together at least, though things were still confusing. Not one to press something that was irrelevant to the moment she remained silent. Back now to watching her master she stood there. She needed to learn things so by watching at least for now she hoped to gain something.
Izaak von Schwartzkrieg	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#25	[-]
Posts: 1047 (02/12/08 03:52:05) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The Ministry Palace, Commenor Rahven stood in front of two figures, one a Female Twi'lek, and another a Male Trandoshan, both very uncomfortable with meeting with the young human. They were in one of the many private meeting rooms of the Ministry Palace, a conference table with enough chairs for two dozen humans were arrayed while a massive window off to one side overlooked the Capital City of Commenor. Compared to the massive Trandoshan and the Proud Twi'lek, any normal human would have appeared small and weak. But Rahven emanated a dominating aura that for the moment kept the two visitors in check. Looking out the window, holding a glass of Commenorian Brandy, Rahven was the image of the spoilt aristocrat, wearing a purple Vjun tunic and a cape that gave off the feel of a Vampire Count rather than a benevolent reformist. "The Diversity Alliance has everything to gain from entering the Pact as a Non-Governmental Organization at this point in time, Ms. Nolaa Tarkona. Think of the positions your people could infiltrate the new Senate? Think of the Executive positions you will be awarded for being a founding architect of the reborn Republic? Think, your petty ideals..." The trandoshan slammed his fists against the table, leaving distinct claw marks on the expensive wooden furniture, drawing a vibro-sword in an instant, pointing mere inches away from the young and beautiful face of the Human. Before Tarkona, the Twi'lek could say a word, the trandoshan's eyes met Rahven's and a wicked smirk appeared on the human's face, the lizard looked slightly taken aback and slowly became subdued before the human's stare. "What say you, Ms. Tarkorna, General Corrsk? I give you my hand, let us create a Galaxy that will prove your ideal." Rahven gave a gloved left hand to the Twi'lek, her razor sharp fangs gleamed in the dimly lit room, rising, Tarkona spoke for the first time in the meeting. "You know what we strive for. Why do you think you will survive?" A smile appeared again in Rahven's face, his hand still outstretched in welcome, all he had to say was "I will", and the two parties shook hands in agreement. Not ten minutes later, Rahven was meeting with another group, this time, a single Human man, around forty years old. They seemed to be speaking in earnest about something, both enjoying a glass of brandy at the side. "As you can see, with the Diversity Alliance making its move, your movement has been fuelled with anxious humans who fear the rise of the vermin. But as a government we cannot make it a policy to exclude the majority of the population. But, what if you, Mr. Hendon Colu, and the Human League enters politics now, help rebuild the Republic, its Senate and hold a seat in the very body that shall help shape the Galaxy for the next millennia to come? We do not want a repeat of Taris. Your very catchphrase says it all, Remember Taris!" Still unsure of the Man seated in front of him, but seeing nothing wrong with using what was offered to him, for practically nothing in return for a seat in the Senate as a key NGO, Hendon Colu, the descendant of Gorton Colu, and the founder of the Tarisian Human League, was one of the few survivors of Taris, decided to agree with the terms under one condition. "I hear that our brothers in the Corellian System are systematically ridding themselves of the Alien Scum. If you are serious about helping our cause, we must ride to their assistance!" "All in good time, Mr. Colu, All in good time." In Orbit over Commenor A lone Ackbar class Star Defender, the Directive orbited the Planet of Commenor, like hornets around their nest, seventy two XJ-wing starfighters flew around in escort patrols, as one of the newest additions to the Republic navy, and the fact that it had to have a specifically trained crew, they had failed to participate in the Insurrection against the Zenos administration. A new flotilla of a dozen of these massive vessels had been deployed throughout the key regions of Republic space, and were quickly being supported by returning vessels of the Republic fleets. However, the Directive was slightly different from her sister ships. Most notably, it was manned only by the elite hand picked by Lord Rahven and Cha Niathal. Secondly, it was equipped with extensive communications equipment allowing it to become a mobile centre of command worthy of the New Republic Defence Fleet Flagship. Thirdly, and most importantly, it had a special Guest on-board. "I still do not like this synthetic skin they have put over my exoskeleton. It is far too...fleshy..." "Do not be such a spoil sport, Admiral Zurzach, its not everyday that a fugitive of the Empire and a War Criminal gets to lead a new Fleet in the Galaxy." Reuentahl looked almost mournful, they had to deal with a few of his emotion reflexes but after some tweaking around in his head, Izaak's technicians had produced a handsome, if it wasn't for his sheer bulk, human. Wearing a Republic Admiral's Uniform, he was to join up with Cha Niathal and deal with the details of the process of the Rebuilding of the New Republic. "Everything shall go as I plan. Zurzach. You will play your part as a Knight in this game of Chess.Rebuild the Republic Military, I want it done right this time. No more set backs. You realise the difficulty in getting permission to meet Lord Lazrus from the Canted Circle was? You might have had it hard getting in contact with an Empire that wants you dead, but the Circle...ooohh those damned old corpses at the Order! Well never mind. Get going and act like a Republic Admiral! I will not tolerate any more mistakes." Half kicking the Cyborg out of the shuttle, they quickly sealed the ramp shut once he gave the signal to the pilot droid, and they quickly took the civilian shuttle out of the hangar bay, and headed to their hyperspace jump point that would take them to Imperial Space.
Dyerdon Sandren	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#26	[-]
Posts: 244 (02/12/08 20:58:13) Colton Hunter Force Hating Force User "Be Right Back" Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Colt had grown bored in the cantina, but he kept an ear open... or... well... more importantly he kept his secret tie to the Force open. He leaned back in his seat, glancing up toward Jay every now and then, wondering if he had any right to ask if he could borrow a ship... he really needed to get into Corellia space... Corellia was part of his blood.... He'd rather have Jay and the Blue Star Pirates help him though. His mind was a jumble, and dammit if Celeste wasn't helping him any. You aren't even remotely strong enough to make much of a difference alone, Colton. Her words echoed in his mind, part of him wondered if that was his own uncertainty, or if she was just messing with him... He shuffled his cards idly, Jay gave him his nickname due to those particular cards... Or at least one of them. Shifter. Had a ring to it, he mused with a smirk. He played a hand by himself smiling at his ability to stack the deck in his favor. What the hell were they waiting for? Colt knew really, but he wasn't big on waiting. He was an impatient person, that was why he could never be a Jedi, he thought with a smirk. Ah, pure Sabaac, he thought as he looked at his cards... didn't even have to use the shifter. Nice. His eyes moved to the houndlike beast warily. He really didn't want to be outed as a Force user, he was sure Jay had his suspisions, but he didn't want to verify those. He turned back to the cards, shuffling them idly, his eyes moving about the room as he saw a group of people enter through the door... with luck, maybe one of them was the contact, he thought to himself. Well aren't we wishful thinkers? "Oh, do shut up..." he muttered as he dealt another hand.
Barada Mulping	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#27	[-]
Posts: 1799 (02/15/08 21:37:47) Legendary Bartender Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Mulping had been involved in an unfortunate incident that had resulted in his capture by the Sith on Anzat. When he had finally managed to escape months later, he had attempted to make contact with Azazel once more, but all evidence he had found suggested that darksider had disappeared from the galactic scene about the same time Pug had, which had naturally left Thracken Sal-Solo as the sole remaining architect of Centerpoints return to prominence. For the moment at least... From a communications node Mulping quickly recorded and encoded a message transmitting it towards the station that formed the focal point of Talus and Tralus mutual orbit. Thracken, I believe our arrangement still stands and that our plans remain mutually beneficial. I also believe that it would be in both our best interests for out arrangement to remain intact. 1800 hours, Keben Park. I believe you know the place. ~M With that Mulping sporting a sand worn yet distinctly human visage departed back into the streets of Coronet City.
Rani Churs	Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#28	[-]
Posts: 4274 (02/15/08 22:05:25) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	(Quick blurb because I thought Rogan bailed on us) Rani was disturbed from his thoughts by an impatient beep from the ship's console, signaling he had managed to overlook a message in the flurry of activity. The Dark Lord listened mutely as the voice of Drayen filed the cloaked vessel, Rogan's intentions clearly following the same frequency as the Dark Lord's. "As always, I have something in mind. There is a Corellian Gunship currently at these coordinates, make your way there and make yourself comfortable. The party has yet to start." Replied the Echani whimsically, turning back to his thoughts on how to proceed as he awaited reply from Salem.
Rogan Drayen	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#29	[-]
Posts: 1083 (02/16/08 05:06:32) Drake Exiled Master Potentium Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The clawdite listened to the reply to his message. He looked to his two lacky's and said, "You herad him... Get to it... Droid." The pilot droid was alreday getting the course ready before Drayen had told him. The ship started to move as the cloaked ship moved through space to the coordinates sent to them. they would not board the gunship, he preferred the knowing safety of the cloaked ship as he said to Sylv'r, "My dear... A drink if you would..." His gaze moved to Grim as he touch a few fingers to his chin and stroked as hair grew on his chin. Rogan's voice directed to Grim as he looked out a window, "So... What are your thoughts... I can tell your not pleased about something. That disturbance. It still haunts you?" Grim nodded and the conversation ended as such.
Conor SalSolo	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#30	[-]
Posts: 226 (02/27/08 22:16:09) The Dragon Reborn Don't Go There Binky the Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	On the very fringes of the Corellian solar system, in the cold and deathly darkness where few were inclined to venture, a single ship hung lifeless in the eternal void. Its hull was blackened by solar dust, and perhaps that was best for all concerned as the foul symbols inscribed on the bare hull were enough to make even the sternest of Jedi fear for their sanity. No name was marked upon the blasted metal - or, at least, no name in the basic tongue - but its crew knew the ships name well enough. It was the Illuyanka, a salvaged Imperial Assault Transport, and its crew were followers of that most dreadful of organisation; The Cult of Dragons. In the rear troop bay of the desecrated vessel, a single towering figure stood, his plated bone armour seeming to ripple with blood and flame as the hellish glow of the emergency lighting played across it. A shattered corpse was sprawled at the brute's figure, its features rendered unrecognisable by the massive axe that remained planted in its body. "This one was no challenge," the armoured figure announced, its voice was the hungry growl of a stalking maalraas. In answer, a slender metallic form detatched itself from the shadows of the doorway. "He was the last," it replied and there could be no denying the tone of eager anticipation in its synthesised voice, "We will need to find new prey." Growling his anger, the Dragon wrenched his axe free of the broken corpse and turned away. EV-9D9 was right, though; his crew had slaughtered much of the crew of the stranded freighter in the initial boarding action, and what few they had captured had lasted only a few days before the bloodthirsty Dragons had grown tired of their mewlings. "Fine then," he snarled, visibly angered by the circumstances they had found themselves in, "Take the kin their feast, then find us fresh meat. Go!" The sadistic droid was quick to obey, catching the corpse by its ankle and departing through the hatchway. Its master merely waited, idly running a gauntleted hand across the chipped blade of his rune-encrusted axe. Soon, he knew, there would be flesh blood to spill, and perhaps that would be enough to slake Gorechild's thirst - and his own.
khojane1	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#31	[-]
Posts: 856 (03/02/08 13:14:57) Ken/Kyoji Shadow Warrior Losing Balance Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The quiet stars did nothing to temper the young Iridonian's anxiety as he watched them pass by. He waited in the bridge of the Redemption I, frustrated by turn of events that forced entire fleets on the other side of the interdiction field around the Corellian system. Leading the gold squadron of the fleet, the Liberator-class cruiser had somehow managed an easier time of resource management than he'd expected; the shift in morale was barely noticeable, and the ships in each squadron were still operating well above projected parameters for the time spent in waiting. A booming voice of authority drew him from thoughts, words he recognized were for his ears only. The crew bustling around him apparently recognized this as well, by now used to the former Preacher's private conversations with their Vice-Admiral. "Zabrak, you are troubled by the month's developments... such as this tedium, war is. Enemies on this scale aren't conquered so rapidly." Hidden from the Bothan, Ken rolled his amber eyes, clearly unsatisfied with the Vice-Admiral's words. He took a seat next to the lion-maned Bothan, whose honey/hazel eyes peered over to him knowingly before speaking again. "Much distraction, I sense in you, young padawan..." A smile cracked the Iridonian's visage then, and faded just as quickly. "This is the most time I've spent off-planet... I don't like these waiting games. This new... Diktat, was it?... has complicated my orders. Has there been word from the Praetor, or perhaps Admiral Mertaal?" The Bothan shook his head slowly, confirming what Ken had already known. His patience was wearing thin, and he was doing a progressively worse job of keeping his attitude from spreading to the Acolytes and Warriors under his command. Back in his quarters, he sat at the edge of his bed, staring into his mirror at the Shadow insignia emblazoned on the chest of his bodysuit. Just a little longer...
Thrion		#32	[-]
Posts: 209 (03/20/08 18:51:15) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tick tock goes the digital chronometer at the very front of the bridge of the Star Destroyer. Time, they had to much of it. Thrion wasn't going to push the crews within the task force too hard. The long trip at sub-light was hard enough on them. Boring and dull was to say the least. He had done his best to ensure that the crew directly under him and those Captain's serving under him were kept sharp. But as with all things that would take such a length of time to transverse, some were bound to drift away. "Captain," Thrion says to the Captain of the Star Destroyer, "Have the patrols extend further. All ships are to cease drills immediately and prepare for a shift change." The current shift had been working quite a while and fresh eyes would more then likely be worth it giving the troubles yet to come. Still Thrion found this trek to be soothing. They were heading into battle yet such a long quiet build up to it was different. It wouldn't be long before their sensors would be able to detect enough details within the system to begin to form a course of action. Furthermore, the patrols would soon be getting glimpses of what was to come. For the Chiss onboard a Star Destroyer, the future was indeed amusing. A dark figure looms covered in a dark robe behind the seated Chiss. Covered so not a piece of flesh to touch the light. "You are doing well, Chiss." Speaks the cold voice. "We have much time till we arrive. Time to prepare. I doubt anyone has any idea of what is to come. The outcome cannot be changed. But there will be a few changes to the plan. My plan will not fail." He whispers into Thrion's ear knowing so much rested on the Interdictor he had shifted into this task force for reasons of his own genious. He had no idea what was boiling within the mind of his shadow. But the shadow that had followed him since the day he arrived in the Empire had served his ends well. Secrets were all around him and some seemed to know more about what was going on then others. He sits as a pad falls into his lap showing some minor details. Yet sadly some required outside forces if another path failed. Would they need Sith or could they handle it themselves. The figure would not say. Perhaps his chief toy would work or doom them all... Last Edited By: Thrion 03/21/08 17:29:57. Edited 3 times.
Lir Shiek		#33	[-]
Posts: 336 (03/20/08 22:43:00) The Wanderer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The view from the bridge of the luxury yacht held a horrible serenity as Shiek stared down at Taris from a safe orbit. Were it not for the fact that he was staring right at it, he would've found Taris' destruction a joke. Looking at it now though, the Shistavanen was in no mood for laughter. Sick with disgust and horror, he turned away from the sight and focused on plotting a course out of the system. So this is what I've come back for? He thought to himself. Pausing for a moment, Shiek wondered where exactly he was going. Part of him wanted to turn his back on the galaxy again and return to Unknown Space. He killed that idea quickly though; the Jedi would need all the help they could get in the coming days, even if it came from an exile. Besides, he was sick of hiding. The Commenorian on the news feed had mentioned a desire to have all Jedi come out of hiding and show themselves and Shiek considered it. Briefly. After all he'd heard, he no longer trusted the Republic so bringing himself before who ever lead it now was out. And considering that he had no idea where the Jedi would've hidden themselves at, Shiek was left with few options. With a sigh, Shiek moved his ship to the very edge of Taris' star system, where he was joined by a YT-2000 piloted by one of his droids. He would try recording a message to the Jedi and transmit it over a coded channel before running around the galaxy blindly. If they happened to pick it up and respond, great. And if not, then he'd have to think of something else.
darth1lore1		#34	[-]
Posts: 1726 (03/21/08 22:58:34) Black Hand BSP Agent Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The Central Space Port was crammed full due to delays and for some reason the Corporate effeciency and organization skills that they were famous for was no where to be seen. A nervous tension was in the air something was defiently not right.The Corporate Sector Authority had a lot more troops in the port than usual. Lore was not comfortable in his tusken raiders disguise as it was but it was the only way he could make it through security without being recognised. He was a wanted man in this part of the galaxy and with the recent situation and chance of a galatic war he couldn't afford to be caught or executed. The crowd that had gathered due to the delays were now being forced towards three freighters when a rifle shot could be heard and mass panic set in.
Eryk Aiden		#35	[-]
Posts: 232 (03/22/08 00:00:17) Force Moderator Jedi Grand Master Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	After a few hours of preparation, Eryk and several other Jedi were finally making their way, via shuttle, towards the Jedi fleet. The fleet was presently in orbit around the planet of Naboo, joint with Gamma Fleet. The plan was simple; set a course for Centerpoint station and aid in the apprehension of Thraken Sal Solo, all the while keeping a low profile. This meant that the Jedi were only sending a few ships, mainly those with no identifiable markings. If anyone saw them, they would seem to be simply an independent force. Eryk looked out of the shuttle viewscreen as the shuttle broke through the clouds of the Nabooian atmosphere and out into space. There in front of him were the ships which would make their way to Centerpoint station; several Assassin-class corvettes. Eryk hoped it would be enough to help turn the tide of battle. At least he was still leaving Naboo well protected by Home One, Gamma Fleet and the rest of the Jedi Fleet. He didn't feel that Gamma Fleet would be needed for this dangerous mission. Their mission now was the safety of Naboo and its inhabitants and Eryk did not want to disturb this important task. Besides, if Gamma Fleet appeared in battle then people would start to ask questions. This way the Jedi could remain safely hidden. Suddenly, a message came through over the communications computer from the Jedi Enclave. "Master Eryk, we are receiving a recorded message through a coded channel. It's from someone called Lir Shiek. He wishes to help you in the fight against Sal Solo." "Hopefully there won't be any fighting, but ok if he wants to help send a coded reply message via relays to mask our location. Tell him to contact us again near Centerpoint station. Eryk out." With that, Eryk ended the transmission and turned back to face the viewscreen. The ships were close now. Soon they would be docking in one of the corvette's hanger bays where the Jedi would take command. From there they would make their way to Centerpoint.
Jarekk Oriel		#36	[-]
Posts: 30 (03/23/08 17:47:19) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	(OOC: sry for taking so long and forgive me, not used to using NPCs yet) The hum of lights and the normal creaks and groans of the hull, mixed with the sounds of boots clanging on the floor as officers went about their routines was all that could be heard. No side conversations, no laughing, no games. Everyone was uptight and anxious, it was as though, after a month, they finally expected somthing to happen soon. Quinton sat aboard The Victorious contemplating their next move. Jarekk had been sent along with Gantoris to retrieve the Fleet Admiral a month ago and one would assume they would be arriving soon enough. Quinton was getting tired of waiting and, while supplies were far from dwindling, it was more because of the immediate action of rationing everything than for there being bountiful enough supplies to sustain this long of a stay from planetside. The question now was whether or not the Dornean would be able to up with a way to end the standstill at which they currently found themselves. Suddenly Quinton had the oddest urg. He signaled a communications officer to come to his side. Send word to the Redemption I and have Ken come. Tell him, I feel the Force wants him here, rather than there. ***** "Having the Firefly and the Fleeting Falcon ready when we get there will be key. We will be going straight to work, before this Sal-Solo becomes bored of not doing anything." Jarekk had been there, standing next to Gantoris and right across from the Fleet Admiral as issued the orders and explained the plan to them. Jarekk had known that a message had been sent to A'kruo as they left to retrieve him and it was hoped that his genius would develope a solution for the current predicament. By luck or grace of the force, the Dornean had come through and had had a small fleet ready to put his plan in action. Now, Jarekk sat next to a command seat in the Firefly and knew that Gantoris Sat in the same seat aboard the Fleeting Falcon. "Half hour until we reenter realspace," an officer anounced and at the same moment Jarekk thought, "Half hour till we get ready to end this odd set of circumstances."
Izaak von Schwartzkrieg		#37	[-]
Posts: 178 (03/25/08 09:12:29) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Skydome Botanical Gardens, Imperial Centre, Coruscant In one of the more temperate sections of the botanical gardens, there was a small field of grass and ornately set tables, visitors and families rested at these tables, waiters and waitresses often milling to and from the tables where their guests sat, bringing refreshments from the nearby counter. However, not all of the tables were placed near the counter. Some were further away than where the common folks sat and had their tea. On a Veranda made from the finest Greel wood, dark crimson in colour, sat a lone figure dressed in a black trench coat, and a white collared shirt. His legs were crossed as he lounged in the chair, sipping some tea while his white gloved fingers pincered an expensive Cigarra, lit and slowly trailing a single rising line of smoke. His waist-long, straight, raven-black hair was set free to slowly drift in the soft artificial wind generated for the guests who wished to feel the caress of nature in the middle of the ecumenopolis instead of being held in place by the man's back and the garden chair. A lone ashtray showed the remains of three other Cigarras and the man seemed to be enjoying a slow afternoon surrounded by false sense of nature. Children who were playing around seemed to have gotten themselves some bright idea that the platform which the Veranda was on seemed to be a fun place to play their little childish games. Oblivious to the individual seated alone at one of the tables, they happily ran around enjoying the noise they were making on the rich wooden floor. They also seemed to be oblivious to the sign saying "No Entry" at the entrance to the veranda. When a Waiter noticed this, he quickly came to remedy that fact but fell short of shouting at the children as a single hand motioned for him to stop. The gloved hand of Izaak von Schwartzkrieg waved the man back to his more profitable duties as the Clone enjoyed watching the children run around in seemingly meaningless circles. He handled his cigarra with the practice of years and effortlessly enjoyed the relaxing sensation it had on him. Of course, he had to be careful not to grow too resistant to the effects. otherwise it would cost him a good fortune in the next millennia to come. His relaxation, however was disturbed by the very children he had been looking at, or specifically one he failed to keep an eye on as it ran around his table and noticed far too late there was a chair pulled out a lot further away from the table than the others. Noticing the jarring effects of the thump, Izaak looked down and the kid looked up. As if by natural instinct, it shied away from the seemingly warm features of the Ancient Clone. Perhaps the child sensed an unnatural feel about him or the Cold gleam in the man's eyes outweighed the warm smile that was given to him. Either way, with a shriek, it ran off in a panic, running into the other children who also noticed the giant above the table top line, and all fled the tall figure. Shrugging, he finished his tea and waved the same waiter forward. When the man came up, he apologised to Izaak, but the clone heeded the matter no mind as he handed a credit chip to the man and asked for a new cup of tea. Commenor Defence Force Headquarters, Lady Kisheelah Base, Commenor Lord Rahven looked at the faces of each and every special operations soldier that had been arrayed before him. Six squads of four, twenty four men, and six unmarked Corellian YT series freighters. If there was a time they needed smugglers, this was now, and the Nobleman in front of these men understood their necessity despite his utter hatred for the unlawful. Like traditional Alliance Special Operations units that had been utilised in the past, these were not Republic sanctioned, republic trained men and women. But unlike the idealists that had come before them, these were criminals from Commenor's prison. "Ladies and Gentlemen...my apologies. You thugs have been chosen to fight for the future of the Galaxy. The success of your mission is not a requirement for our victory in the Campaign, but it will help. You low lives have been chosen because all of you were scheduled for execution last night at Zero Hour. The Execution went as planned, on paper. The execution can happen right now, if you so wish." The irony or the threat was not lost to the spec ops personnel as around them there were at least a good platoon or two worth of guns pointing their way. Nor did they look like the type to be annoyed at being considered low lives. That was an achievement for them. "Therefore, we will let you free, if you do one task, and one task alone. I also give you options for you to choose. a) Kill Diktat Thraken Sal Solo. I do not care how, but I do want it done as soon as you can physically get there. b) Destroy Centrepoint Station. Again, I don't care how, I don't care who loses out. I want that eye sore erased from existence. c) Kill Lando Calrissian, You get the point by now. d) Commence criminal and terrorist activities in the Corellian System against the Diktat's regime. Any one of these with proof that you did it and I will reward you with freedom. Any additional objectives dealt with, with proof, I will fulfil any one of your desires.You want power, I will give it to you. You want Money, they will be given to you at your price, you want someone, we will get that someone. You want immunity from the law, I will give you that. Name it, its yours, and for each objective done, I shall grant you one such wish, so you can potentially get three such wishes from me and go free if you do this and come back alive. Failure, will mean death. Betrayal will also mean death after we hunt you down. Think you are safe in Corellia? Think again, the Empire is making its move. think you can run to the Pirates? well no guarantee you can survive that. Now Go. You have your orders, the gear is provided for you. The Nav computer has been tampered with, you stray the Freighter off course and the explosives next to the fuel tanks will make you star dust memory. But otherwise, you are free to go about in the Corellian System as you deem fit." With that, Rahven left them to their own devices. They had no choice in the matter. The law did not protect the dead, and they were already dead on paper. They have one deal, unlikely they would come out alive, but they will make the deal. Ten minutes later, Ministry Palace, Commenor "Lord Rahven, the others are waiting for your arrival in the main Conference Chamber." Rahven's heels hammering away at the marble floor pierced the gigantic hallways that was the Ministry Palace. Two black clad Soldiers flanked him in a honour guard formation, two others lead the way, opening the doors, checking for traps, and two others covered the rear. Coming just short of martial law, the member systems of the Pact of Commenor had practically relinquished much of their sovereignty to the Five Sector Representatives until the new government could be established. But before they could even come up with one, they had the Corellian Crisis on their hands. Coming into the conference chamber, Rahven's cape flowed beind him as he opened his arms in greetings to the sentients that had gathered around them that day. Former Fleet Admiral Cha Niathal, the incoming Admiral Zurzach who was Otto von Reuentahl in disguise were in holo transmission from the orbiting Ackbar class Star Defender Directive. The Four other Sector Representatives who were the signing members of the Pact, and a select few individuals from the remnants of the Republic High Command, Admiral Ackbar and the ragtag remnants of the NRI. "We have a situation, the Diktat has requested we pay tribute to Corellia, and yet their doors are closed. Comm Jamming appears to be centralised around the system and I am guessing is a side effect of the Gravity Well Generators, therefore, we have no way to contact the Diktat to tell him how he wants the tribute." Gasps of shock and surprise had come accommodated by the fact he had said the exact opposite mere days ago. A raised palm was enough to silence the dramatic scene and Rahven seemed far too uninterested for such theatrics. "Who said that I speak truths? Negotiations, gentlemen, we need to negotiate. Admiral Zurzach, have you informed Commodore Kalvin Strife yet of our need for his presence here? I was quite sure Duke Geherin Zenos had sent him our way before the entire ruckus with the Tarisian Rabble had come about to disrupt the Republic..." "Yes, I have, he should be arriving shortly now...as far as I remember..." (OOC: If that isn't a cue for you to post, Kal, I don't know what is!)
Kal Strife		#38	[-]
Posts: 3423 (03/25/08 10:54:27) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	(OOC: As good a cue as I could have wished, old friend.) CR-90 Assassin Corvette 'Odessa', Commenor Orbit "So this is Commenor." Commodore Kalvin Strife spoke those words with only the slightest hint of distaste. His eyes, the hard and unyielding grey of duracrete in colour, studied the planet below dispassionately. It was, in a way, quite similar to his homeworld of Corellia, but that meant little to him - apart from barren dustballs like Tatooine and frozen wastelands such as Hoth, most planets held a few similarities to his beloved homeworld. Spotting those similarities wouldn't do anything to bring him a step closer to his long overdue homecoming. "Where am I to meet this... Raven?" "Raah-ven," a feminine voice corrected from across the bridge, a tinkle of laughter underlying her words. Arching an eyebrow, the Corellian - though that was perhaps a useless description when aboard the Odessa, for the entire ship was crewed by Corellians and droids - turned about and fixed his gaze on Karin S'jet, his second in command. She didn't meet his gaze, but instead let her emerald orbs sweep across the datapad set before her, reading aloud in a pronounced Corellian drawl; "Lord Rahven, Prime Minister of Commenor and Chairman of the Pact of Commenor. He's also" - and here she raised her gaze, meeting Kal's for the first time - "The cousin of Geherin Zenos. Jobs for the boys, eh?" Chuckling, Kal nodded. "That's how it is now," he replied, not in the least surprised by what he'd heard, "Same as it was just before Palpatine took over." "Sure gives weight to that theory that history is cyclic," Karin remarked idly, her eyes wandering over to the massive viewport, whilst a hand reached up and began to coil a strand of her fiery mane about a single figure. A remarkably human gesture, considering that Karin was almost entirely cybernetic beneath that attractive shell of hers. Still, there were very few things about the HRD that weren't remarkable, and Kal would have been amongst the first to congratulate her creator - if, of course, he hadn't been abducted by the Empire during their occupation of Corellia. "Perhaps I'll find time to present the theory to the University of Commenor while I'm down there," the son of the Five Brothers called back, "But, for now, I really should get underway." "I know," S'jet answered, "I had them ready your shuttle five minutes ago." Ten Minutes Later, Ministerial Palace Landing Zone, Commenor The Lambda Shuttle Tiberium swept low over the grounds of the Ministerial Palace, affording its Corellian pilot a chance to study the lay of the land. Not that there was much to see; extravagant beds of exotic plants amidst acres of grass and the occasional statue. What interested Strife more was the almost absolute absence of soldiers in the grounds. He'd expected a mirror of Coruscant, with guards on every corner, but what he'd found was a dated image of Alderaan, with the only soldiers glad in the extravagant and unwieldy garb of an honour guard. As the shuttle soared on, he wondered how long it would be before the world followed Alderaan into the Void. But then there was no more time for reflection; the landing pad loomed over the horizon and Kal was forced to decelerate abruptly, an action which pressed him back against the lining of the pilot's seat. Of course, the inertial dampeners should have protected against that, but Strife was both a skilled pilot and a Corellian and he'd long dialled back the power on the dampeners, reducing them to first ninety-five and then ninety percent of their power so that he could get a better feel of how the Tiberium flew. On the other hand, there were times when it made even the simplest actions difficult, and now the former Imperial was forced to grit his teeth and strain against the G-forces as he reached for the wing retracting controls. Reaching them - after what felt like an eternity - he slapped his palm against the activators, then flopped back into his seat as the gess flowed away. But there wasn't time for rest yet, and he was quick to force himself up. His calloused hands danced across the controls, regulating power from the reactors and reducing flow to the thrusters even as he increased the amount of power running to the repulsorlifts. An instant later, the ship rocked as the generators kicked in and caught the craft in an invisible fist of anti-gravitic energy. Slowly, gently, it was lowered to the sun-baked duracrete, and the boarding ramp behind the cockpit dropped with a hiss of hydraulics. Seconds later, the control locks were in place and Kal was striding down the ramp, his Republican uniform resplendent in the searing light of the sun. Off to one side, an honour guard stood, already saluting, and it was to these that the Corellian turned. "At ease," he called, snapping off a razor-sharp salute himself, "I take it your lord has been informed of my arrival? Well then, let's get going."
Salem Norongachi		#39	[-]
Posts: 1330 (03/26/08 16:09:11) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	PUG: "Things are already in motion, Corellia is already in disarray. The people are to afraid to oppose us now but...as always there is a flaw to any plan" Said Thracken giving his beard a thoughtful stroke, the robed figure before him shimmering in the blue, he studied its small stature for a moment before continuing. "The interdiction field is not impenetrable...there are means to defeat it, if the small minded powers that be figure this out there could be problems" He finished. "Centerpoint is well equipped to deal with any show of force that the Imperials or the New Republic can muster Sal Solo" hissed the robed figure the holo-image flickering for a moment. "And what do you think would happen if the main gun was fired within the system?" Enquired Thracken. "You make a point Diktat....The Triad will bring its arms to bear" The image flickered and faded leaving the Diktat with a smug smile, now there were no loose ends to this plot. "An encoded message is being broadcast from Corellia sir" Said one of the few officers of the Human league in the control room of the station. Thracken turned to the small console next to him and began the process of decoding it before the message appeared upon the screen. Thracken, I believe our arrangement still stands and that our plans remain mutually beneficial. I also believe that it would be in both our best interests for out arrangement to remain intact. 1800 hours, Keben Park. I believe you know the place. ~M "Ah Mulping....so niave" Said Thracken with a smile as he read it, things were in motion that the Pirate could not understand, he had no intention of honoring their agreement. He never had. Why share the glory with such a lowlife? "Captain, inform the CorSec that a prominent Alien figure will be at Keben Park at 1800 hours, tell them to do with him as they wish" He said before erasing the message from teh console and turning back to the view port of the station. The Sacorrian Triad Fleet hung almost lifeless in the dense asteroid belt at the edge of the Corellian system, its numbers spread across the large chunks of rock floating aimlessly in the vacuum of space. On board its flag ship Corell, a dreadnought star frigate just as unsightly as the fragments of dead planets around it, The Sacorrian Commodore Jadar nodded briefly to the now flickering and vanishing holo-image in his quarters. He stood from his chair, his whispers almost twitching in anticipation, how long he had waited for this order, to finally lead his fleet into battle. The Fleet began to stir in the belt, the Dreadnought taking lead followed by a throng of corvette's, frigates and battle ships all of Corellian design, soon the entirety of the Triads forces were on the move. The fleet of 80 warships began the journey to centerpoint and the almost inevitable confrontation that was to come.
darth1lore1		#40	[-]
Posts: 1731 (03/27/08 12:13:19) Black Hand BSP Agent Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The former Jedi Master was one of the few in the crowd not to flinch and declined the thought of going for his lightsaber and instead focused within the force to avoid any collisions with the panic strickend crowd. Lore made his way through the crowd and over the bodies that lay lifeless on the floor. As a mass battle had erupted as most of the crowd retaliated back with blaster fire of their own. As they battled for their survival. As Lore made his way through the crowd he noticed a DH-17 on the ground which someone had lost during the fighting. Instinctively he picked it up and began firing at any corsec soldier that stood in his way. He needed to regroup with the rest of Blue Star pirates and the only way he could do that was to get out of here alive and contact Jay Mertaal. Last Edited By: darth1lore1 03/27/08 12:25:37. Edited 2 times.

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