Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I

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Lir Shiek		#41	[-]
Posts: 337 (03/27/08 18:25:05) The Wanderer Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"And you've tried tracing it?" The question was rewarded with a series of annoyed beeps. Of course he did, Shiek thought to himself. The little astromech droid always tried to be helpful. "And?" The droid made a small speech of beeps, almost sounding as if it were complaining. Shiek wasn't surprised to find out the message had been relayed through several places, making it's origin impossible to locate. That the Jedi were being overly cautious was a thought he took comfort it. "Alright, have Pontius set a course for Corellia, just outside the system. Hopefully the Jedi will be there by the time we arrive." Again, a small speech of beeps and whistles. Again, the droid had been thinking ahead and had already talked the pilot droid into setting the course. All they needed was the Shistavanen's approval. With a nod, he gave it and watched the astromech return to the ship's bridge. Once it was gone, he reactivated his lightsaber, the silvery-blue blade cutting through the shadows of the ship's cargo hold. Dropping into his favored fighting stance, the former Jedi Guardian resumed his meditation.
Kal Strife		#42	[-]
Posts: 3459 (03/28/08 10:38:38) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The honour guard set a brisk pace as they guided the Corellian through the labyrinthic corridors of the Ministerial Palace, and Kal was forced to lengthen his stride just to keep up with them. But he didn't complain; he knew the situation the Republic - 'No,' he reflected with a grimace, [i]'It wasn't the Republic anymore, was it? It was the Pact of Commenor, barely more than a shadow of the Republic.'. Well, regardless of the name, Strife was all too aware of the situation it faced. That fool Sal-Solo had ruined one of Corellia's best chances of freedom in half a century, and now he would be forced to clean up after him. His thoughts so enrapturing him, the Corellian Commodore hardly noticed when the honour guard halted their relentless march and took up station on either side of an imposing set of double doors. A servant scurried out of the shadows, moving with timid, mouselike movements until she reached the door and pushed it open, allowing the gentle susseration of none-to-distant voices to slither into Kal's ears. Roused from his reflections, Strife shook his head to clear the cobwebs and stepped across the threshold, inclining his head in a nod of thanks as he did, and swept his piercing gaze across the chamber within. There were only a handful of sentients within, spread between holograms and actual presence, with the former being largely predominant. Some of them were familiar to him, and Kal saluted crisply before turning his eyes to the man who could only be Rahven. "Commodore Kalvin Strife, reporting as requested," he barked, barely able to suppress a smile as he realised how much like a fresh recruit he was acting. Still, it was best to act like the meat until he had a better grip upon Rahven's personality. Experience had taught him that much, at least. "Ah, Commodore," replied Rahven, his voice the richly cultured tones of a man with a classical education, "Your promptness is appreciated. You are aware that we have a situation in progress, are you not?" It was an odd way to describe the current crisis, but Kal simply nodded. It didn't do to quibble over semantics with the wordsmiths; you'd be there all day. "Good, good. Then I shall get straight to the point. We need an operative to approach Sal-Solo and to broker a deal, of sorts. Independence for the Corellian system, perhaps a small one-off donation to their 'reconstruction fund', etcetera. As you are currently one of the more famous natives of this system, we felt you might be a suitable choice for the role." Frowning, Kal shook his head; "Sir, I'm a soldier, not a diplomat." "Exactly," replied Rahven, a thin and frankly unsettling smile splitting his features, "And that is why Sal-Solo may consider listening to you. One Corellian man of action to another, to use a phrase I believe my aides have found most agreeable." The frown still etched upon his features like some ancient petroglyphs, the Corellian nodded. It was a curt gesture, and carried with it more than a few indicators of his unease, but it was a gesture of acceptance nonetheless. And who knew, perhaps he'd be able to do something to persuade Thracken to cease this lunacy and to accept the Pact's offer of Independence. He certainly hoped so; it wouldn't be pleasant to spill the blood of another Corellian. "Splendid," continued Rahven, "We'll prepare a diplomatic shuttle and a small team of aides for you. You leave in thirty standard minutes." And with that, he turned to Zurzach and nodded, effectively dismissing the Commodore who bowed low and retreated from the chamber, already reaching for his comlink to inform S'jet of his new assignment. He'd want her ready to bring in the cavalry if everything dropped to the Void on this run. *Ackbar Class Star Defender Directive, Commenor Orbit* The titanic form of the Star Defender rested lightly in space, dwarving the other vessels of the Pact's fleet like a whale amongst a school of minnows. Message beacons blinked along the starship's hull, flickering cyan and crimson as they transmitted and received encryted messages from the fleet and the planet below. One light held crimson almost constantly, and it was this that marked the channel tied up by the holographic conference underway on the planet's surface. The two members of the ship's crew involved in the conference - Former Fleet Admiral Chia Nathal and her successor, Admiral Zurzach - stood at ease in a ready room adjoining the bridge until, at the very moment Kal reached for his comlink on the planet below, Zurzach reached for his own. "Zurzach to bridge," he rasped, his voice sounding odd. Inhuman. "Launch the message probe." A voice called back an affirmative, and seconds later one of the multipurpose launchers on the starship's belly belched its precious cargo out into the neverending night. The probe, for such it was, was quickly propelled out of Commenor's orbit by the force of its launch, allowing its single use hyperdrive to activate and propel it toward the Corellian system, where the Centerpoint interdiction field would snatch it out of hyperspace. But by then it would be close enough to broadcast its message through the interference, allowing Thracken Sal-Solo to hear the words of the Pact of Commenor; Greetings, Thracken Sal-Solo. We, the leaders of the Pact of Commenor, salute you on your liberation of the Corellian system from the Galactic Empire. Further to the demands you issued upon your activation of Centerpoint, we have dispatched an envoy - a Corellian, like yourself - to speak with you in regards to how the Pact might be of assistance. He will be arriving by HIMS-equipped Diplomatic shuttle within one standard hour of your reception of this message.
Thrion		#43	[-]
Posts: 296 (03/28/08 15:51:07) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Entering the system had taken long enough but as the Task Force under his command did so, Thrion was somewhat glad the transit was over. His associates had a plan that seemed decent enough. Time was now what they needed to finish up the preparations and get closer to the station. "Helm, adjust course to the station, transmit heading to the task force. All sensors to max. Perform a sweep of the system then focus in the stations direction. Signal the interdictor to power up gravity well generators to 100%." He says knowing the interdictor was close to it but near. Hopefully the sensor reports would enlighten them but as they begin to move in the direction of the station, Thrion wonders what was in front of them. He knew little about the station save the weapon used hyperspace. His associate had kept so much from him about this matter yet he did inform him to use the interdictor to assist in the ships protection. Part of the plan required the entire force to focus their firepower on what his associate suspected was important. Thrion had nothing to say on the matter as he had no information on the station. But perhaps there was another way to handle this one that did not involve direct fleet action but a more creative one. Still, he had time. It would take them time to get closer to the station and longer to be within acceptable range for his associate's plan. Thrion leans back in his chair. "Inform me of anything interesting, Commodore. I shall be in the hanger preparing." Speaks his associate as he moves off to do only what Thrion could guess. There was at least two plans he was aware of that required accuracy and creativity in equal measure. Thrion was unsure which would prove successful but time soon would tell. Thrion adjusts his seating to view the sensor reports. There was no real telling what was out there. He expected the worse but feared he was overestimating his opponents. They were arrogant and would think a fleet could do nothing to the station. They were wrong. All things could suffer if they were accurate enough. An entire force focusing their fire within a section would make a dent even if that was a distraction from what the real plan was. Enough to get their attention and make them think one thing was going to happen when another was going to. His associate's plan was complex but it offered a few different paths based on events that occurred. Even now his associate would be loading and moving what was required in the hanger. Thrion looks on as the sensor reports begin to come in.
Jarekk Oriel		#44	[-]
Posts: 36 (03/28/08 20:45:35) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	*The Victorious; Outside the Corellian System.* The stale recycled air of The Victorious hung even more thickly with the stiffness of everyone on board. Even Quinton felt that a vibroshiv could cut the stuffiness. The only good thing that seemed to come about was that Admiral Lightlo had finally seemed to not be in such a bad mood. One could only assume that he, unlike everyone else who felt that something was about to happen, was just shy of excited that they would be heading to action soon, not to mention that, since Thracken's aquisition of Centerpoint Station, the liberation alliance had disolved and left the comand of the Shadow's fleet to fall from Mertaal back to himself, at least for the time being. Standing on the bridge, with nothing more to do but look out the viewport in the direction of the very distant "Five Brothers". It was out of the corner of his eye that he spotted a flash of light which he instanly recognised as a ship or ships exiting hyperspace. Admiral, get ready. Looks like we have- He never finished the statement, as a communications officer interupted him. Admiral, we're being hailed. The Firefly, Fleeting Falcon, Ascension, and The Ghost just dropped out of hyperspace and Fleet Admiral A'kruo is on the com channel urgently requesting to speak with Quinton and you sir. He says it doesn't have to be private but that the sooner he speaks to the two of you the sooner we can be on our way home. Admiral Lightlo's expression seemed to be partially stunned, though only for half a moment. He was about to respond to the officer when Quinton cut him off. Patch him through onto the main viewscreen. A moment later a Dornean face appeared on bridge's main viewscreen. The Fleet Admiral cut straight to the point. Greetings Praetor; Admiral Lighto; I believe we have arrived in time to solve your problem. We will be going into the system within the hour. I leave it to you, Praetor, to select the team you wish to assault the Centerpoint Station and the team to aid in the liberation of Corellia, which is where our last communications indicated the most help was needed. If you have recieved more updated information then by all means inform me when you arrive on the Fleeting Falcon and we will have the Firefly alter course accordingly. If you have no pressing news to give, I have pressing preperations to make. Quinton nodded and waited while the viewscreen went blank. Okay everyone, you heard him. Get everyone war ready and transported to the ships that just arrived. Have Ken move to the Firefly and get debriefed on the situation. Oh and Admiral Lightlo, you will be left in charge of the fleet left here. I want everyone left behind to head home. Things must go on. With that, the crew rushed about carrying out their order, somewhat of a new pep in thier step. For the crew of the Victorious, it was almost time to go home. For the many shadow troops that had come to see battle, it was time to fulfill that goal. For Quinton, it was time to see whether his apprentice was ready for the place that had almost been handed to him. Let's see if you're fit for this mould Last Edited By: Jarekk Oriel 03/29/08 15:52:58. Edited 1 times.
khojane1	Re: Campaign XI: Ancient Evil. Part I	#45	[-]
Posts: 653 (03/29/08 19:18:17) Ken/Kyoji Shadow Warrior Losing Balance Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	A knock came to Ken's quarters, and the door slid open a moment later. The Bothan Vice-Admiral stepped across the threshold, honey eyes locking with the Iridonian's. "Have you not yet received your orders, Zabrak? The Praetor has requested that you leave the Redemption I and board the Firefly and receive your briefing on our next move. Make sure you and your troops are ready for combat, Zabrak... their baptism on the battlefield begins soon." Leaving just as hastily as he'd appeared, Jorkav Mer'yn was on his way back to the bridge. Satisfied with the armaments he'd selected from the makeshift armory in these quarters, he activated his commlink with a touch to his belt and another to his ear. "All units, this is Shadow Warrior Ken Ishigami. This is your green light to prepare for battle. Keep an open line of communication with me and you will receive your orders once I meet with the Praetor aboard the Firefly. Preacher out." He exited his quarters and hastily made way for the transport waiting for him. A short ten minutes found him boarded on the same transport vessel he'd used before to reach the Victorious. He tuned out the young pilot, who was much quieter now that the tension of combat was filling the void of space. Once aboard the Firefly, several warriors met him and led him for his briefing. "...and according to Admiral Lightlo, you are among the units that need to be assigned to assaulting the Centerpoint Station or liberating Corellia. We spoke to him not long ago, so if you can find him..." The Shadow Warrior cut himself off mid-sentence, leaving Ken to find Quinton and speak with him about the direction he was to lead his troops. His blood began to pump with excitement. Battle was coming soon, and regardless of where he was to go, he would see his mission through. Last Edited By: khojane1 03/29/08 19:26:48. Edited 1 times.
Kal Strife		#46	[-]
Posts: 3496 (04/01/08 09:26:10) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Lore, Corellia The small Republicanist uprising on Corellia was doomed to failure from the start. As the former Jedi Master watched, CorSec troops clad in Riot Armour and supported by loyalists clad in mismatched combat armour unleashed a hail of blasterfire and sonic charges against the crowd. Dozens were cut down in a second, either blasted into the next life or simply stunned. Others screamed and tried to flee, their eardrums and courage ruptured by the sonic detonations, only to find the tightly packed crowds behind blocked their retreat. Seconds later, they joined their comrades on the ground, and a new segment of the crowd felt the brunt of the loyalist retaliation. It was, in short, a massacre. "You're a Jedi," one wounded woman screamed at Lore, apparently having caught a glimpse of his lightsaber, "Help us! Save us!" It was a genuine plea, and perhaps a chance at true redemption, but could the Black Hand of the BSP truly afford the precious time it would take. His comrades were waiting, and they might easily be facing the same odds elsewhere. Thrion, Enroute to Centerpoint Station Some might have called Thrion's tactics brilliant, whilst others might merely have considered them suicidal. It was likely that the Chiss didn't care; his race was posessed of an inbuilt arrogance that often led to them believing they instinctually capable of putting together plans that were far beyond the comprehension of other sentients. Alas for Thrion, this was far from always true. In fact, even as the blue-skinned Imperial Officer directed his fleet toward Centerpoint, another fleet received a brief communication from the mastermind of the Corellian insurrection and diverted course to intercept. This fleet, though lacking the devestating Star Destroyers of the Imperial Fleet, numbered over eighty vessels in size, some as large as the mighty dreadnaughts of the Old Republic. It wasn't all that long before they appeared on the Chiss' sensors, arriving as they did from the fringes of the system, and when the sensors did detect them, the officer in charge couldn't help but do a double take before he spun to his commander and bellowed out, "Multiple contacts inbound!" Thracken Sal-Solo, Centerpoint Station Control Room (Shadows Read) The atmosphere within Centerpoint's primary control room was dark and brooding, a reflection, perhaps, of the mood that had descended upon the station's current commander, Thracken Sal-Solo. Surrounded by only his most trusted operatives, he sat on a chair - nay, a throne that had been hastily assembled in the command center and studied the data he'd been presented with only a short while before. There was, alas, an exceedingly large amount of it. "Summarise," he barked at the nearest operative, a tall, gangling man with spiked blond hair. "In short, your excellency," the operative burbled, "There are a number of forces arrayed against us, none of them particularly dangerous on their own, but deadly if they managed to combine." Thracken scowled at that; he hadn't expected anything else, of course, but it would have been nice if once - just chaos-damned once, for Corell's sake - things would go to plan. It wasn't even as though his demands had been particularly exorbitant. But it wasn't the demands that had caused this reaction, was it? No, Thracken knew the truth; they were jealous of him. Jealous of the power he wielded. Well, he'd show them. "Give me the co-ordinates of a fleet," he snapped, rising from his makeshift throne and stepping heavily across to the controls for the station's hyperbeam. The operatives were quick to respond, supplying the co-ordinates for a fleet. The Shadow Fleet, though they weren't to know that. Stiffly, Sal-Solo punched the co-ordinates into the station and turned his tired gaze to the sensor readout for the system, noting the sun with some small sense of satisfaction. A few carefully typed commands later and the massive, moon-sized generators in the heart of the station began to increase their power generation beyond what was required for the Interdiction field. Minutes later, the station vibrated noticeable as it aligned itself with the target and the hyperbeam belched out an invisible ray of force that hurtled across space toward the nearest star to the shadow's rendezvous point. The Shadows had only a few minutes to find a way to save their fleet from annihilation.
darth1lore1		#47	[-]
Posts: 1738 (04/01/08 13:43:36) Black Hand BSP Agent Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Lore head snapped in shock in the direction of the words uttered by the woman. "Jedi!" Lore was no jedi, not anymore! He had left that path a long time ago or had he!? His gut was twisted his natural instinct was he wanted to offer help to those that needed it but then his battle scars and experience told him to be a realist. He was outnumbered and out gunned fighting a foe that was better armed and trained. He would be fighting a losing battle and one that he would possibly not live to talk about. However if he went alone and cut his losses he would have more of a chance escaping the tightening grip of the Corsec army. Lore shook the thought from his head his vision in the force was clouded and he was putting himself in danger. He couldn't let the Corsec army or anyone of the rebels to hear the woman's cries of false hope. Closing his eyes and whispering to the lady, "I am sorry!" Lore pulled the trigger of his DH-17. He could only hear the fighting going on around him as the woman went silent. Opening his eyes a tear ran down the cheek of Lore. He had just murdered an innocent woman who had pleaded for his help. He knew it wouldn't be the last time he saw her face, as it would come back to a haunt him in his nightmares. It was the hardest decision he had ever had to make in his life. Now he needed to prove to himself he had made the right one and escape this losing battle and make contact with the Blue Star Pirates. Last Edited By: darth1lore1 04/01/08 13:46:47. Edited 1 times.
Thrion		#48	[-]
Posts: 323 (04/01/08 17:39:25) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Sir?" Spoke the young officer. "I'm not sure this will work. Sounds like command is sniffing some deathsticks." Spoke the man as Thrion had basically given his command staff an overview of the first part of the plan. "You see, the interdictor prevents the station from using its weapon against us. As we move closer to it, the gravity well begins to overtake the station. Thus, the computers will think the station is now within a planet. Thus negating his ability to use the stations weapons. What protects the Empire will now shatter his means of doing anything but accepting to speak with us and surrender in time." Says Thrion revealing his brilliant plan. It was the first part of a two-stage plan. His idea was born from the Empire's deduction about protecting itself…. Just the Empire… How dare they when so many were at risk. Now he would have to follow his associate's plan if reason did not come. No reason to stop the loophole in the plan. No reason to say it was the same loophole to get around interdictors. For this was just a measure to buy time, the assault would begin soon. But now things changed. "Sir, hostile contacts! Reading approximately 80 ships of various designs." Spoke one of the men at his station. Thrion turns and moves forward while remaining completely calm. "Launch all fighters. All ships to battle stations. Fighters form up ahead of the task force. Signal the interdictor to station itself directly behind us. We must protect it at all cost." Even as the crews were moving to do that, Thrion had to wonder where the rest of the fleet was. One task force could handle this under his command but more ships would ensure fewer losses. "Any signs of the rest of the fleet?" He says as the course was yet to change. "Keep us heading towards the station. I want the well to take it over as soon as possible. When they are closer," He speaks to the Captain, "say 20 or 30 minutes out, vector to take them head on. Till then, we will see if our fleet arrives and can take them while we proceed full speed ahead." He had a few ideas about how to overcome such a force but would rather test it later then now. His force was strong and more then likely capable of handling it with the proper technique but the losses would be known. Thrion sits himself in his command chair still calm. The remaining fighters erupt from the hangers as the ships inch closer to the station. They had some time before they had to vector to the hostiles if the rest of the fleet did not appear in range or if they were still required to engage them. No matter what, the interdictor had to be protected, as it was their best guess to force the enemies to submit or give them an opening. The other ships shouldn't be too far behind. Regardless, Thrion was sure they would see combat. It was better to test the crews now instead of later. He just hoped his plan and his associates ideas would be proven true.
Aegob Stratus		#49	[-]
Posts: 53 (04/03/08 15:16:26) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Aegob sat in a cantina in Coronet on Corellia, a non-acholic Jawa Juice in his hand. He took a drink of it and then returned it to the table. He was trapped here by Thracken Sal-Solo's interdiction field. He had been trapped here when he had come on business. He wanted to get out of here but until the interdiction field went down he was stuck. I wonder when i'll be able to leave?, he thought.
Locount Lazrus		#50	[-]
Posts: 514 (04/03/08 18:54:30) Grand Vizier Narcissistic Battle Mod Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The sound of a shrill alarm greeted the tired ears of Admiral Okins lying in his bed, his hand reached out to turn off the chrono that was placed nearby. The old figure left the warm comfort of the bed and stood up, stretching his body as he looked about the room. The room was large, the largest of its sorts on the imperial vessel, though despite this and the aparent luxury that could be seen filling the chamber all around, the old man disliked these room so. He wished he was back on his villa on Metellos, even the blocky environment of the floating city which it sat upon seemed more pleasing to the eye than this. Therefore, it was just his luck that he found himself being forced to live in these quarters for weeks now, the experience did not sit well within him, there was not even the respite of combat to break the tedium of the day either, such was the annoyance of going sub-light through a system. Three hours later the old man left his room, his navy uniform on as smartly as ever, the rank badge of an Admiral proudly displayed on his chest, though his bored face at odds with the image otherwise projected by the officer. Walking along the corridors, his eyes followed a mouse droid which had veered onto his route and seemed to be heading in the same direction, and soon it stopped as a door to the side opened up and it continued in. The two navy troopers at the side of the door stood rigidly as the naval officer turned and entered the doorway as well. Ahead of him the bridge expanded around, a centre of activity, though the old officer no longer seemed to care about his usual chore of overlooking the room before entering even further. Instead he headed straight towards the Captain, who seemed to pick up on the glances of the nearby junior officers and turned to see the Admiral heading towards him. A still youthful and energetic expression seemed to fill the Captain's face and the old officer inwardly cursed the man for his positive mood today. "Admiral, I am pleased to report that we are now within the operational zone, I have begun to put areas of the crews through drills to be ready", reported the Captain nodding at his own idea. The Admiral did not like to think of himself as an old man, he was quite young for his post, still only needing to dye half his hairs back to its old colour, yet listening to this man speak, he just wanted to sit down and catch his breath. He still marvelled at how he managed to go on this long with the officer without distracting the COMPNOR officer and then putting the younger officer into an airlock and releasing him to the void, he put his reluctance down to the amount of forms such an action would lead to. Sighing to himself, the older officer turned to face the Captain, putting on a mask of indifference. "Very good Captain, how fairs the taskforces?", asked the Admiral relaying the orders like he had done yesterday and the day before and so on. The younger Captain seemed to hold his chin at the question for a second, like he always did, and the Admiral let his eyes wander over to two more navy troopers at the side of the room. Never a believer in the force, he hoped his mental instruction found its way over into their heads, yet the younger Captain took an intake of breath and the older officer cursed his hopes. "Well sir, Cherek is doing well, our ship being an example to the vessels around with no reported major faults and we are making good time. Enth, is on parallel with Cherek sir and is also making good time, our last report from them came in less than an hour ago. As for Onith sir, the last report stated no problems as well, though we are due a fresh report in the next three hours", spoke the Captain after releasing his chin. The Admiral nodded his understanding and took a step back, looking past the Captain, right to the other end of the bridge and out through the view port into space beyond. The distant form of planets could be made out, the thoughts of the old man picked up finally registering an end of this dreariness. Off to the side, commotion seemed to come from the communications operators, the Admiral turned to watch this distraction, relishing the activity while he could. The junior officer in charge turned around from the crew members, and walked towards the officers in charge, much to the older officer's interest. "Sir, Onith taskforce is reporting that an enemy fleet has shown itself, they are requesting immediate backup", spoke the junior officer crisply doing his best to impress the Admiral. The Admiral in turn felt a weight leave his shoulders as the news of something different had finally registered within his mind. The Captain beside him clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it into the palm of his left hand, a smile etched onto his face. "I see, so the turncoats finally show themselves aye? Well, inform Commodore Thrion to slow down his advance, the Onith taskforce has performed wonderfully as recon, lets bring our forces together to meet this threat", ordered the Captain with a hint of glee. The junior officer saluted and returned to his station to convey back the message. The Admiral watched the man start talking to his crew, when finally his mind seemed to speed up and became aware at what had just happened. The enemy had been found, at last thought the old man, it was time to get stuck in and get this problem sorted out. "Inform the interdictors to begin with well generation, all ships ready weapon systems and get the fighters readied, we're going to crush some Corellian necks!", ordered the Captain further, his voice louder to cut over the din of the bridge and still maintaining that hint of glee. The Admiral let out a sigh and turned to give a disapproving stare into the younger officer's back as he walked a bit further down the command walkway. Thoughts of finding a flight suit swept through his head, but were dismissed with a shake of his head, no, this was the price of rank thought the old man. Still nothing stopped him from imagining a bulkhead that may fall upon the younger officer during the upcoming combat, yes that brought a weak smile to the Admiral's face and a rise in his mood.
Rani Churs		#51	[-]
Posts: 3001 (04/03/08 20:47:38) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The silence was eerily thick, seemingly a foreign presence after the flurry of so much radio and social activity. Yet now not even the soundless words of Fett echoed within the Echani's skull, nor did Lanya or the com system combat the smothering quiet. The seconds acquired a life of their own, defying the chronometer as the moments stretched into tense eternities. Perhaps his orders had been accepted and put into motion without pause for confirmation, it wasn't the Sith or Rogan's silence that concerned him. Yet Salem's sudden request and then lack of communication was strange. Rani glanced at the chronometer once more in reflection, calculating the supplies that remained against the time which the goods would sustain them. "We're going ahead, we cannot wait any longer." Churs stated both aloud and mentally to the the other members of the squadron and Fett. The Dark Lord knew he was making a risky gamble by venturing into the system without the support and supplies that the Corellian Gunship could provide, but he also knew that in the end the fate of this mission would be determined solely by his abilities and those that accompanied him. " Cloaks remain up, we cannot sacrifice the element of surprise." The Echani ordered in the same manner as his previous statement. As if a single phantom, the stealthy squadron began to drift toward the anomaly that prevented them from simply jumping into the system. " Radio silence ordered from here on, any communication will be via the Force." It would be just his luck if something as trivial as an outgoing message brought the wrath of Thracken upon the ghostly vessels. Their objective was dangerous enough without Lady Fortune deciding to remind the Sith of her dark humor.
Salem Norongachi		#52	[-]
Posts: 1343 (04/03/08 22:40:17) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	It took far longer than Salem had expected to contact and arrange with the Bakuran technicians to enable a small taskforce of ships to be fitted with the powerful HIMS system, infact even as he powered through the specifics with the chief engineer shimmering across his desk, once again, after a long and arduous discussion with his war cabinet a runner came bursting through the door, panting and sweating his face red from over exertion. "Can i help you?" He said with a raised eyebrow to the teen. "Message-Sith-Meeting" He gasped the sentence barely coherent. Salem almost slapped himself across the face, in his haste to arrange a vital part of the mission he had utterly forgotten about Rani and his request to meet with the Dark lord. He gave a sharp glance at the chronometer upon the wall and cursed under his breath, Sith weren't famous for their patience and Churs was no exception. "We've delayed to long, when will the ship be ready" He asked the blue hologram. "This isnt just a case of screwing in a light bulb mate, your talking about a million precise calculations for each vessel and if one of them is wrong you can kiss your ships goodbye" Replied the Tech. "We haven't time, pull everyone onto the job, it has to be done as quickly as possible" He said. "I'll take a ship to the half way point between Bakura and the Corellian system, have the taskforce meet us there. Don't let me down, or we might not live to see tomorrow" He said and shutting down the Comm he strode across the war room and glanced around at the awaiting generals and fleet admirals. "Okay gents, heres the plan. Four squads of ESPO's will accompany me to the halfway point, i'll need the fastest ship in the fleet. Someone try and get ahold of the Sith" He said in one long and commanding breath. "The Bahamut and Ifrit are fitted with Class 1.0 hyperdrives" Said one of the Fleet Admirals. "No, i cant risk such costly warships." He said with a shake of his head. "What about one of the Loronar Strike Cruisers?" "Perfect, wait for me to send word that we've met the Bakuran's and then bring up the rest of the fleet" He said as he strode out of the war room. The shuttle awaited him and lined up before it were four squads of ESPO soliders already to file into their own shuttles. He nodded to them and with a quick salute got into the shuttle, the ramp hissing up behind him. Within twenty minutes they were in orbit and boarding the awaiting Strike Cruiser Tithe. No pleasantries now, the ship was in hyperspace as soon as was Corporately possible. Now they had only to wait and hope that the Tech team could fit the taskforce in time to meet them.
Jarekk Oriel		#53	[-]
Posts: 49 (04/04/08 13:42:25) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Minutes ago..... Admiral, you do realize the interdiction field makes it impossible to move the Ghost and The Ascension inside the interdiction field? Our men are preparing for battle as we speak yet you have not conveyed to me -let alone I to them- of how they will reach said battle. Quinton's calm demeanor on The Victorious had quickly disappeared upon his arrival on The Ascension. The lack of information divulged during the brief transmission from A'kruo had done quite a bit more than pique his interest on how he intended to fulfill his plans. Though now, as the Dornean stood before the Praetor, Quinton could not help but feel foolish for questioning the Fleet Admiral's ideas. Never before had he doubted A'kruo's methods and very rarely had A'kruo failed at something he set out to do. Simply put, Quinton's mind was put at ease even before his question was fully asked. Praetor, walk with me -if you do not mind- I have matters to attend to in order to see that we are set to go on schedule and I cannot have you, if you'll exscuse my bluntness, slowing our progress toward that goal. I'll explain exerything on the way to the bridge. With that, the Fleet Admiral motioned for Quinton to follow him and exited into a corridor on his way to the mentioned bridge. Without going into much detail on technical aspects, we have solved the problem you mentioned of getting The Ascension and The Ghost inside the Corellian System. They have each been slaved to an escort, the light cruisers. Do not interrupt me, I know that alone will not work so let me finish. Do you think it took me the entire month since you sent word of what happened to come up with a plan that is so obviously flawed? If so sir, you should get rid of me and then yourself for choosing such an idiot to lead you navy. Though Quinton had seemed clearly intent on interrupting the Dornean, after the miniature lecture he recieved, he decided to remain quiet as the made the rest of their way toward the bridge. Obviously satisfied with the result, A'kruo continued. To be honest, it did take no time at all to concoct this plan, and that is why we are even able to act on it this moment. When I recieved you message I instantly thought of the Bakuran technology but knew it would take too long to fit the fleet with HMIS technology so I had our engineers come up with something else. Skipping details that we do not have time for right now, what was come up with was an amplifier that allows us to take the bubble, that makes the HMIS system so valuble, and engulf our ship in it. The only issue is that, in order to not overload the HMIS system, it can only extend the bubble over one ship in close proximity, and then only for a brief period. That is why the ships must be slaved to their escort, to allow for the jumps to be timed exactly, otherwise they would not be close enough to meet the proximity criteria. Quinton was stunned at both the explanation and his disbelief in the admiral. About that time they had come to the bridge where A'kruo went about his actual duties... demanding status reports on things such as the progress of the troop loading, the amount of shuttles out of hangars at the moment, and anything traveling on a vector from through or inside the Corellian System. Don't want anything sneaking up on us as we make final arrangements. The buzz aboard The Firefly was frantic upon the arrival in system. Gantoris had come down to the, cow crowded, hangar to intercept Ken upon his arrival. The fact was that the Firefly was indeed intended to be on its way to help with the liberation of Corellia, along with The Ghost, and Quinton had wanted both Gantoris and Ken on the ground to aid that process. It took him a few moments but Gantoris finally spotted him. About three meters away with many bodies between them, Ken seemed to be looking for someone. Ken!! His shout seemed to catch the Zabraks attention, at least enough to slow his pace, which allowed Gantoris to get in front of him. Your admiral friend has been put in charge of the Firefly and the fleeting falcon, hopefully he can find a way to keep it in space and ready to pick us up after we liberate Corellia. Though..... I'm not sure there'll be much left to liberate.... they've been down there a whole other month and we can only guess whether or not there is still fighting. *** Lighto was fuming. He knew why the Praetor had left him with the rest of the fleet and oversee the return of them to Deamonis. He knew that Quinton was nothing more than a stinking alien lover. Imagine, an alien in charge of their entire naval fleet. Such beings were intelligent, that is understandable but not in ways similar to that of a human. Sure, the Dornean had seen more than his share of victories, though most of those were not inactual battle. It was simply that the creature did not understand politics or proper order of things. We simply do not hand our fleet over to pirates and say 'here, we're at your command.' Luckily, we were forced to correct that mistake before the Praetor blindly allowed that man to send us in first, saving his own people from the brunt of an attack. The Admiral was not truly a bigot, at least not in his eyes. Bigots believed aliens should be slaves, like the empire and the CSA do. No, Lightlo felt that aliens did not deserve such a barbaric fate. They should be free and able to excel,but never above a human of his intelect and inginuety.If anything, Lightlo and A'kruo should be in swapped roles, the Dornean take orders but giving advise to him. Sir, we have a message from the Fleet Admiral. In the rantings of his mind, the Admiral had forgotten that he stood before the viewport on the bridge of The Redemption I as per the Praetor's orders. A young woman had made the announcement from her station and at the same time the Admiral noticed something ripple out the corner of his eye. Put it through. The young woman went to work straight away and had a holo from the Dornean on display within seconds. Admiral, there is a problem.Get everyone that is not more than halfway to their destination back on board the ship and jump away from here as quickly as possible. The Praetor and I intend to move forward and fulfill our original task.Something is happening to the star of this system and- Many things happened in that moment. There was a flash of light and the message cut out. It took the crew half a second to realize that they had been the target of Thraken's second example and panic began to set in. The Admiral looked out the viewport and knew they had a very limited time before more than the light of the explosion would reach them. Open broadcast to all ships! All shuttles you have thirty seconds to get to the nearest hyperdrive capable vessel! Everyone else, when that time is up make a jump out of system! Rendevous at Duros in two days to regroup. Before he was done speaking he saw four ships flash away in the direction of Corellia. Pfft, leave me with all th clean up Last Edited By: Jarekk Oriel 04/04/08 18:20:49. Edited 1 times.
Salem Norongachi		#54	[-]
Posts: 1345 (04/04/08 13:43:00) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Centerpoint "Greetings, Thracken Sal-Solo. We, the leaders of the Pact of Commenor, salute you on your liberation of the Corellian system from the Galactic Empire. Further to the demands you issued upon your activation of Centerpoint, we have dispatched an envoy - a Corellian, like yourself - to speak with you in regards to how the Pact might be of assistance. He will be arriving by HIMS-equipped Diplomatic shuttle within one standard hour of your reception of this message." Thracken let his hands clasp on his lap as the end of the message played and he thought over what possible outcome such a meeting could have. One man could do nothing to halt the plans that were in motion, it was a wasted journey for the Corellian envoy, nothing would change, his mind was set, his thoughts unmovable by anything the New Republic might have to say to him. He had an hour still to think upon this and think upon it he would. Kal Kal Strife, known more by reputation than anything else, was a man that few had the unpleasant bad luck of crossing and living to tell the tale. Yet fewer still could read his thoughts beneath that stotic and emotionless face of his. Whatever he was pondering was a secret only he knew and as the shuttle burst from hyperspace under the power amplifying HIMS systems and centerpoint came into view whatever conclusions he had formed of this meeting with Thracken couldn't be seen by the aides that accompanied him on this diplomatic mission.
Kal Strife		#55	[-]
Posts: 3530 (04/05/08 10:28:53) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Although the short journey from Commenor to Centerpoint had been conducted in an environment that was, for want of a better turn of phrase, unequivocally noisey as Kal's small team of aides and diplomats attempted to brief the Corellian on what he might expect to find aboard the station, the noise died sharply as the shuttle burst from hyperspace and its occupants caught their first glimpse of Centerpoint. Some 350 kilometres long, it made those aboard the ship seem like little more than bugs in comparison. Small wonder, then, that Kal heard more than one of his aides murmur a soft, disbelieving oath. For his own part, Strife was suitably impressed, but not by the shear size of the thing. Oh no, his eyes were fixed on the multitude of defence turrets that studded the outer hull of the massive station, obviously a recent addition to the ancient weapon. Thracken and his minions had not been idle. "Hail the station," he commanded, tearing his eyes away from the station for long enough to glance at the pilot, "Inform them that we've come to speak to Diktat Sal-Solo - make sure you use his title - and that we're expected. Request permission to land." His pilot nodded uncertainly, then again, this time with more confidence. Turning, he spoke into the ship-to-ship commset mounted beside the pilot's chair, relaying the Corellian's words to the listening ears aboard Centerpoint Station. Hopefully they'd be inclined to listen, for Kal had little desire to commit his forces to a battle against the ancient bastion of the Celestials. But if Thracken wouldn't... if that jumped up idiot had decided he was too good to talk to the Republic, then he'd have no choice. The threat of Centerpoint had to be eliminated, one way or the other.
Kal Strife		#56	[-]
Posts: 3531 (04/05/08 11:13:29) Rebel Leader Master of the Force The Unforgiven Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Lore, Corellia The shot rang out, unnoticed. And why should it have been noticed? It was just one amidst dozens. But Lore knew it had happened, and so had the woman, in the fleeting seconds before her spirit departed its mortal shell. Her eyes, wide and accusing, were fixed on Lore in death, and it was surely only a matter of time before the crowds noticed the death that had occurred behind them, far from the CorSec enforcers. The pirate's chance of redemption was gone, and his chance to turn the tide of this uprising had gone with it. Now he could only run, leaving behind the wounded and the innocent to preserve his own life, and that of the pirate clan he'd sworn allegiance to. Thrion/Lazrus, Spacelanes As the Imperial vanguard force adjusted its formation to meet the attackers, so too did the attackers shift their formation. Several bulky vessels, their prows plated with tremendous amounts of armour, raced ahead of the others, forming a shieldlike defence between the advancing Imperials and the Socorran Triad fleet. Starfighters, mostly outdated and obsolete Z-95 Headhunters and R-41 Starchasers, mixed in with a handful of uglies of varying descriptions, swarmed out of the underbellies of the massive dreadnaughts in the center of the fleet and surged forward to engage the Imperial starfighters that even now raced to intercept the ramships. The battle had begun. Centerpoint, Sensor Control (Sith) Beneath a bank of flickering lum strips, a young Corellian glanced down at the sensor console set before him and scowled as the fleet displayed upon it simply vanished. Swiftly, he glanced about, checking if anyone was paying any attention, before slamming the side of his foot against the side of the terminal. The screen flickered, then reappeared, still displaying... well, nothing. Sighing, the Corellian reached for his intercom and spoke into it briefly. Seconds later, an older man, an officer in the Free Corellian Defence Forces, appeared by his side and lent across the terminal, listening intently as the first man explained the problem. By the time he was done, the older man was already shaking his head; "It's probably just a sensor ghost," he explained, not unkindly, "Our tech just wasn't designed to interface with this ancient stuff. I'll get a tech crew to check over the connections once your shift is over." And so it was that the Corellian's first chance of detecting the Sith incursion was squandered. Jarekk, Deepspace The problem with testing theoretical equipment in the midst of a crisis, as any scientist will tell you, is that when things go wrong - as invariably happens in the first field test of a new piece of equipment - you are left in a poor position to do anything about it. Unfortunately for the Shadows, they discovered this a mere minute into their flight as massive and uncontrollable feedback surges, a result of linking an amplifier to the already power-intensive HIMS system, tore through the power grids of the two Namana-class Light Cruisers. Within seconds the hyperdrive motivators went dead, their shells cracked and fractured beyond repair, and numerous other systems failed across the board. The reactors themselves had to be shut down with unseemly haste, for surge spikes were threatening to tear the fragile ships apart from the inside. The Ascension and the Ghost fared better, although both reported some small amount of damage as they were unceremoniously torn from hyperspace by the control ships. Still, they were lucky not to share the fates of their sister vessels, though it seemed likely that the captains would surely have sharp words to share with the Shadow scientist responsible for the HIMS-sharing idea. Sun near the Shadow Fleet, Uninhabited System Its core shattered by Centerpoint, the sole sun of the system the Shadow Fleet had chosen as its staging area began to emit wild and unpredictable flares of energy. Massive geysers of flame erupted from its surface, and the entire star seemed to shimmer and contract momentarily, before erupting outward in a cataclysmic wave of deadly energies as the core collapsed in on itself and the sun went supernova.
Thrion		#57	[-]
Posts: 368 (04/05/08 12:51:20) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	War had come at last to the untested crews under his command. The rest of the task force could do as it would but he had ideas worth using. They were being faced with a swarm of lesser then stellar fighters while they commanded a force of unrivaled TIE-Defenders. It was the thing that would make all the difference. "Inform the flagship, we are dispatching half our fighters to break through enemy lines and disable the engines then weaponry of the hostile defense barges and craft. Our other half will engage enemy fighters then rejoin the rest." Thrion says as both orders were related to the command ship and the fighters. There would be losses but the fast TIE-Defenders should be able to weave in and out to damage the engines and shut them down. Then whatever attacks against the fighters came, would more then likely miss and impact another ship. Less work for the main fleet when the time came. "All ships, fire at will, concentrate turbolaser fire on hostile defense barges, take one down at a time. All laser cannons should be trained on hostile fighters. The sooner they are gone the sooner we can dispatch more fighters to engage hostile craft and disable their main drives then weaponry." Thrion leans forward in his chair barely 2 degrees. His eyes focused on the readouts and the visual in front of him. He was calm as the arrays of green lights began to pour out of the hull of the ships. Perhaps they were outnumbered, but the hostiles were outclassed. Under the right leadership, this would be an Imperial defeat but not today. He knew they would come out of this as the victors. The fate of everything rested on it. A pale hand touches his shoulder and he doesn't even register it as he was focused on the front. "Good, Commodore. Make them try to speed their hand up. Make them dare to get closer to their death." The voice of his shadow says. Thrion knew not what to think of this man but had no time to calculate or think on it. Instead he focuses all his drive on the battle and begins to calculate what they should do next.
Rogan Drayen		#58	[-]
Posts: 1044 (04/08/08 02:47:21) Drake Exiled Master Potentium Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Drayen sat in the Sith infiltrator near the gunship, the ship was still unaware of the infiltrators presence, which meant the cloak was doing its job. A message though struck into his mind as he heard the faint message of churs telling the squad what to do. grim felt it a lot more though and could actually make out the full message as he looked to Drayen. The clawdite nodded and said, "Try and get a signal to rani. I want to know what he is up too." The pilot droid replied back in a few minutes, "All com systems upon the ships have been cut off. There is no way to get ahold of Master Churs." Drayen shook his head and looked to Grim and said with a calm tone, "Seek him out and see if you can talk to him. You are far more in depth then myself." The half breed didn't take long to find the Sith master as he sent a message through the force, "Master Churs. Rogan has asked what you intend to do and how is he to help?" The message was brief and this would make it easier to obtain instead of a big long message. The Miraluka mutt sat there with eyeless sockets and that reaper's veil covering his face. How he struck fear into people with his appearance but how Drayen knew that even Grim was beatable, and if a creature as infused with the force as this creature was beatable then whatever was going on was just another mutt to the force that needed to be put in its place.
Lanya		#59	[-]
Posts: 243 (04/08/08 13:15:36) Lanya Kazumious Sith Apprentice Unique flower Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Lanya felt odd just watching her master, she didn't really know other than to learn what she was doing. It was silent on the radio and even in the air. "Master, is there anything i can do?" she asked quietly. Lanya didn't want to be loud, but this was the only way she knew how to talk to Rani. They were all on edge she could tell that, she'd seen hunters go out like this so close to their prey. If Lanya could do something as simple as getting Rani so water she would do it. Just watching the edge before the storm was not something Lanya enjoyed.
darth1lore1		#60	[-]
Posts: 1747 (04/08/08 23:10:40) Black Hand BSP Agent Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	A few in the crowd noticed the Tusken Raider shoot the woman and immediately sought revenge for the harsh slaying. They did not see the greater picture as Lore had seen it. They did not realise that there was a man under the suite who was trying to turn the tide of the war in their favour. Instead they saw a tusken raider who had a Dh-17 aimed at them forcing them to back off as he himself retreated behind some cargo. Taking off the disguise as quick as he could Lore took his lightsaber off his utility belt and placed it in his boot. He was wearing his usual attire except for his long leather jacket, which would of dehydrated him in the disguise. Picking up the Dh-17 the former Jedi Master took a moment to calm himself and take a look at the situation. It was a slaughtering but he noticed that a pocket of resistance was holding off the corsec troops. They were taking casualties but they were standing there ground. The group now consisted of a wookiee, 3 human males and one female And a rodian. They were the oddest group he had ever seen but they were effective. They were also quickly being surrounded as more corsec troops turned their attention to the pocket of resistance. Lore needed to get to them quickly if he was going to make it out of this onslaught alive. "Fall back to my position." The former Imperial hand shouted at the top of his voice. "They are surrounding you!" Providing covering fire Lore hoped his concerns would be identified by the group and they would hopefully follow his instructions. If they didn't they were all sitting ducks! Last Edited By: darth1lore1 04/08/08 23:36:30. Edited 1 times.

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