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Don't know where Kalan and Titus are at the moment, but just in case anyone was wondering, we are not heading anywhere near action for another two posts or so of mine so that we give everyone enough time to prepare. Its not every day that a small task force or two sits outside a planet on a trade route that takes them directly to the souther borders of Sith Space...

Just so you lot know, if you are happy remaining in the dark about what happens in my and Izzy's mind, then this post is completely irrelevant. I shall copy this line at the top as well.

Ohhh...Sorry, I wasn't clear...

Thats what the ISB thinks where everything in the CSA is... if it was real life actually...

bad habit of mine, I tend to write as if its the PoV of the characters rather than the actual overall OOC knowledge involved. The point behind the post was that the ISB got so used to knowing everything in the Empire (and trust me, they don't. Far from it whether people believe me or no. They think they do, so I write it as if they do. The point is to make them look all high and mighty and when things do come to pushing and shoving...Well, have I ever told anyone of my Banana Peel plan? I will inform you later in this thread. Its quite funny until you hear it two times...the third time is not so funny.)

Nonetheless, The ISB are hardly in Corporate Space...no, all the guys thats due to be "dispatched" to Corporate Space (and for once I literally mean all when I say all) is actually in the flotilla that I mentioned escorting the Admiral's flagship. No way they will know where Corporate stuff are. Never intended to know. They know of Etti IV, maybe a few centres of communication through tapping into how much wavelength goes where from the times they might bother to look, but no. If you want OOC knowledge (Considering Laz boy got a bit concerned about a certain wording previous night, and I fixed realising I had mixed up the second to last real paragraph with the last real paragraph in my little haste to write up the basis of the post so as to speed things along to ensure no one got bored waiting to enter on the side lines, so I best make it an open statement rather than keep things on a cliff hanger-like scenario...) on the matter, here is the plan I had on that string of so-called plotting the flooding of CSA space with ISB agents.

They be playing the Star Wars Risk board game.

well, not exactly, but they are basically wasting time doing random stuff. The Empire has yet to consider Hapans nor the Hutts as a target for any campaign anytime soon. Change of pace was requested and I decided it shall be so (considering We are the aggressors here with the big navy and army and all, please forgive me if I decide to take the initiative on the matter...or a lack there of). But they be going through a huge what if scenario.

Of course, as it is my proud creation for recreation for the top brass, nothing comes without my poor attempts at humour.

Like the time when I stuck Izzy's forearm back on in one sentence after being cut (Please forgive me, that really sounds godmodish considering it out of context, it has to do with a Sith Spirit's connections to the force aka Izzy's former mentor assisting in controlling the nanomachine inside Izzy's blood which is being pumped on a periodic basis with midichlorians...

Allow me to start from the beginning.

Izaak von Schwartzkrieg is a two thousand year old clone with a permanent growth decelerator put on him to calculate at a biological year per galactic century. The effects of having such outlandish concept is an 8000 year natural lifespan, but also the instability of the physical body, an unstable mind, and an utter penchant and tendency for boredom. Boredom aside, he is without a shadow of a doubt, insane. Unlike most insane people, though, his insanity is a dangerous type where one's intellect and knowledge is not discarded but instead utilised to its maximum potential. Putting even that aside, the most important is his unstable body. The midi-chlorian population fluctuates and his body is in constant need for replacement parts. Organs, muscles, tissue, etc. The only people who know this is Izzy himself and his doctor, currently Doctor Varz, and a handful of others privy of the lab. One of the ways they have managed to stave off this constant decay and replacement is by stabilising his midi-chlorian count by effectively transfusing the organisms from his own biological clones (I count about one to three hundred of these expendable copies per transfusion thus far) bred specifically to be injected with Nanomachine since birth until their death a few days later, by collecting as many of the nanomachines which force the midi-chlorians off to the blood stream and then commence a forceful blood transfusion.

This is not very successful at first, only working to the point of replenishing dead midi-chlorians. This in turn gives the doctor an idea to modify the nanomachines to just help regulate Izzy's body and then keep adding midis as well for good measure. The Nanomachines effectively become a controlled cancer cell that regenerates cells of a given type where needed, regenerating any organ within his body and thus the need for the patchwork jobs of the past has been eschewed for a continuous intake of nanomachines which is done through the black tablets that Izzy keeps drinking down with his drinks or recently, just munching them straight off the bat.

This, controlled with the Sith Spirit's presence, created a situation where instant regeneration was possible so long as the Sith Spirit's own force energy did not run out. When it did, however, it was due to have comical consequences. But Kal and co were concerned that I was effectively god moding and thus I explained the situation and my future plan. The plan was for him to continue the thread as if nothing was wrong and then as the fight continued and the Sith faltered, Izzy's arm, and anything else that would have been cut between then and now, would fall apart. Of course, since the novelty of amusement was gone now that I announced it in OOC, I naturally just immediatelly put it in the next post and cut the expected plans of what I had guessed would have taken two posts or three per player more to fruition.

This case is the same, but this time I was due to mention it in my next post, as perhaps the Admiral would come in and notice they were playing games with random number generators (dice), and moving 'Armies' along to different sectors of the maps that they had decided would be good replacement board to play a children's game on.

Well, if you don't think its funny, I don't mind. I do sometimes have a strange sense of humour.

Ah yes, almost forgot!

The Banana Peel plan!

The Plan was for Izzy to someday stand to make a glorious speech of something very serious. I think Kalan heard this one, so feel free to look and see how funny it sounds now a second time. I was thinking perhaps a speech to the ISB recruits, or perhaps a class of graduates from the local Imperial academy. Nonetheless, it would be long, boring, and above all serious to the point where some of the audience was snoring. Then Varz off to the side is eating a banana and then throws the banana peel away as he finishes eating the fruit. Without realising he missed the trash chute, he walks off and off comes running the twins playing another sick game, and the boy, Tiferet slips on the banana peel as per standard given of cliche. The Banana peel flies further than the boy and lands on the stage where Izzy is giving a speech. As he never stands still when he gives speeches, he would naturally, as the law of Cliche demands, he will step on it and slip, he would land face first and profanities escape his lips as the audience stands there for a moment in shock then breaks out into a huge laughter.

The other plan that I came up with a week or two ago while doing the Kuat post was that with variations and Admiral Megalo Boxers on the stage. Just the stage floor breaks and there is a shape of a very muscular man as per cliche demands.

If you would rather I still change it, I shall do so once I get the word to do so. I apologise for the unclear post, but thats how I post, you never know when someone will willingly take my posts and use OOC knowledge against me, happened too many times, and can never hatch master plans that way. No worries though, In this thread, I have promised to Sal that there will be very little overall change between the beginning and the end of the thread as to the balance of power within each faction as well as within galactic politics as a whole without the consent and proper RP of it by the FLs. The Empire's incursion is designed to fail unless the opposition fail miserably in what they should be doing, aka resisting, (looks to the Sith), so that people get back to posting a bit if their posessions are under threat. Meh, its not everyday I indulge myself in the good of the board. Its hard doing it for the good of the board. Too many factors to consider!

As to the shorten our posts?

Well, I do by splitting them up to who is most appropriate to what. Most FLs I expect them to read me stuff because they should know by now I hide future seeds behind dummies both OOC and IC. Thrion stepped on one of em, unfortunately, it was a dummie...and an experimentational type at that. One that requires a second post to actually complete... Its nice to see someone is paying attention. But its also unfortunate I will have to consider this experiment a failure. If it gets close to Godmoding by misinformation, which I can see it does look like it can look like what Thrion said...Yes, I will go develop some more ideas for hiding the plans behind plans of plans behind those plans of behind plans.

Thank ye for the feedback though.

Also,

Apologies for the long post, but really I know Thrion can handle this length easy.

Just so you lot know, if you are happy remaining in the dark about what happens in my and Izzy's mind, then this post is completely irrelevant. I shall copy this line at the top as well.

I actually never tell lies, I just usually never tell everything. So you can rest assured I will not try and mislead by lies when its written. Its a rule I have for myself since I came of age two and a half years ago. You can also rest assured I do not take back written declarations. I may forget them but if reminded with proof, I will make amends.