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 Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 3:27 pm
Jaden had been practicing for about what seemed 3 hours at that time, and had become exhausted. He had started with basic lightsaber movements, into extremley deadly advanced tech. that few know, or would think of ever doing. He bent down breathing heavily in the cold air that surronded him. He then sat for a moment, and began to slow down the pace of his breathing and relaxed his muscles.
After that he got into a meditational stance and basked into the powers of the dark side. He focused all the negative emotions, his hate of all things against the sith order, his worst fears, now his weapon, and all of his life before his training; his true tool of the dark side. He began to float the bits of heavy cargo around him as he meditated, challenging his knowladge of the force. Soon he had heavy piece of cargo above him, floating, and then a circle of five others floating around it. While doing this he tried to look into the future, concentrating on both at once only getting blurrs of jedi and sith fighting, both falling to each others power.
Jaden made a tight fist and let the cargo fall, but before it could land on his head, he opened both hands, and made a thing of force storm with both and obliterated the cargo. he got up, frustrated with his failed attempt to find when this battle was going to be, and began to walk back to where HM and his master were still in deep conversation. Jaden walked to his apprentice and bowed, "My master, I bring news of the future," he said exhausted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:01 pm
Day turned to dusk, as Zanatos made one final trek to the mountainside. Nobody seemed near him, so pulling out a small light, he flashed it towards the valley so far below. Ten thousand feet later, anoter light flashed back three times. It was time to go to work.
He reported in for bedtime, as lights out went into effect. Waiting for the others to sleep, Zanatos began using his infiltrator skills taught by his uncle to sneak out of the room, and head down the hallways.
His first stop was a security control room, a minor one in the much larger scheme of things, manned by a single member. Slipping in silently from behind, he muffled the guard and put a needle in the back of his neck, knocking him right out. The acupuncture was more precise than drugs; it also meant that he wouldn't even remember doing anything, only passing out. Accessing the databank, he withdrew the floor plans and layout, along with defenses and power regulations, even going to bold as to find out numerical status of the crew and cargo. Covering his tracks, he cleared the memory of only those specific entries pulled up, just in case someone actually managed to catch him.
This all downloaded onto a small PDA brought with him, he studied the ventilation ducts, and pulled the grate off the one in the room. Pulling the needle out from the back of the guard's neck, he figured he had about twenty seconds before he woke up completely. No matter, the grate was even replaced (albiet without screws) and he headed silently through the shafts.
Comroom was next, as it held the means for beaming a short range transmission to the spaceport (indirectly), where the signal would be relayed up and to Coruscant. In the meantime, two other sith loyalists would be decoding the transmission sent to make a clean translation for the recieving end.
The trouble lie wherein of getting into the room itself; it was not small at the least, and the subsections could not override the main room. The entire shift would have to be temporarily neutralized. Taking a deep breath, he pulled off his belt several canisters of highly consentrated coma gas, and let the dispersion happen. The fans kicked in right on schedule, masking the noise and simultaneously blowing the gas into the room.
Within minutes, every member lie slouched over on their desks, the CO flat on the floor. Zanatos moved quickly, as his breath could not last for horribly long, plugging in the PDA into the relay, and broadcasting the signal. It was short, intterruped, and recoded every six seconds, to make it look no more than general communications chatter. The process took fifteen minutes, give or take. Right on time, the vents turned off, allowing Zanatos put some strong salts in the vents to blow the next time. Even moreso, he carefully propped the CO into a chair, before exiting out the main door. The gas would be filtered by the scrubbers, but just to make sure nobody disturbed them before time had come, the doors were locked.
Egress was easy, and Zanatos quickly fell to sleep when he hit his bed.
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Outside the mountain base, the signal was recieved. Word quickly spread throughout the Sith network within two hours (Radio silence still was in effect around the system, to prevent alerting any listening posts in the area) and hit the main office in Coruscant. From there, Signals were beamed out to the appropriate commanders, and one signal specifically dedicated itself to Coldspear.
It would take some time to martial up the needed troops, but the word was already in effect for some Storm Commandos to get planetside ASAP, while fleet officials were still mustering up a force worthy of invasion.
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Ferno stood at a communications relay, much to a displeased ensign, who didn't feel comfortable with the dark lord over his shoulder.
"The Master wishes to inform you that in five hours, a call will come in from Coruscant. You are to recieve that message at all costs, and contact us immediately when it comes in." HM stated.
The ComO swallowed hard, putting his chin up and replying with an affirmative. HM began to discuss preparations for the Pillar, right as Jaden walked in.
"And what future would that be?" HM replied, turning around.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:06 pm
On planet Fondor, a hunt was in the process of being completed. By night fall, there would be on less jedi in the galaxy.
A human jedi knight was fleeing down one of the many alleys that run through the city. Occasionally he would look back in terror to see if his pursuer was still chasing him. Not paying attention to where he was going he cornered him self in a dead end alley. Then a shadow fell over the jedi.
“ Why are you running?” Kren the Saw said “Your death is inevitable”.
Terrified the jedi pulled his lightsaber out and prepared for battle.
“Ooooooh, well we got our selves a fighter here!” Kren chuckled “Let me tell ya something: that was your first mistake, and sadly your last” Kren motioned for the jedi to bring it on. The jedi lunged forward and swung downward at Kren’s blaster hoping to cut the weapon in two. The blade struck the Mandalorian Iron teeth of the chainsaw bayonet and failed to cut through it.
Kren smiled and, with a powerful kick, knocked the dumbfounded jedi on his a**. “Game over, Shizno”
Kren reaved up his chain saw and with a dark laugh, buried it into the jedi’s stomach. Kren kept the chainsaw in the jedi’s belly for about 2 seconds, tearing into the soft flesh, and then stopped. The jedi unfortunately was still alive. Screaming in pain, he looked at his disembowled stomach in horror. Kren smiled again. “any last words?”
The jedi gasped a reply. “Go to hell you….”
Kren didn’t let him finish, jabbing the chainsaw into the jedi’s face and went to town on the corpse with his brutal weapon.
When the job was finished, still smiling Kren said to himself, “One more down, yet so many more to go…”
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:10 pm
Jaden talked in pure sithese, making his expressions ergent and ready, "There will be a battle of both jedi and sith in the new future, but their powers will be equivlent to each other, maybe we could intervene and give us the upper hand my lord," he said.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:16 pm
Moments after finishing off the hapless Jedi, Kren's holocomn buzzed.
Curious, he activated it and found himself looking upon one of the Sith Order.
"Darth Hamatula." The Sith said, addressing the burly Feeorin by his Sith title, "The Emperor has recieved word of a GLF base upon Abregado-Rae. You will reindevous with the fleet assembling to engage it and participate in the subjugation of the Rebel forces."
"Gladly." Kren stated. He shut the holocomn off and shouldered his customized Blastech Repeater. Still covered in the gore of his most recent kill, he chuckled and turned towards his ship. "Good, a real battle for once. I need more corpses to defile."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:18 pm
"It seems your visions are still quite clouded; The skill may never fully develop, or may mature far later than now. The future is unpredictable; the Master has seen over a thousand spanning the galaxy in just the next month alone. Many of these will never come to pass, yet their existence still amazes me considering the plausibilities and accuracy which has happend in the past. It is illogical to think the future can be predicted; yet the series of events have such great odds, my probability calculations could not handle even computing the odds to get such odds."
Ferno gave an audible breath, signifying his annoyance with the droid's prattling.
"I'm sorry. However, prepare to move out soon. In seven hours, the Pillar will be in hyperspace to Borleias. I would suggest you be on it."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:27 pm
The Sith Knight nodded and spoke in sithese, "Yes my lord, your will is my command," he said and rose from where he sat and walked out of the room. On his way back to his personal quarters he noticied a new ship beign designed, it was unique with black armor and with heavy blasters and torpeados being applied, a mighty ship indeed.
He soon snapped back into reality and realized he needed rest and got back on track, walking to his personal quarters. As he walked he saw a an imperial henchmen and soon stopped him, "You, in seven hours, awake me for when me and my master leave," he said in basic. The solider nodded in attention and saluted with a, "Yes Sir," and returned to his duties.
The young sith knight then entered his room, the door zapping up and then down as he entered. He then fell onto his bed and within minutes was in a deep dream.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:59 pm
The cave Kathleen woke up in was one she renembered all too well. She couldn't see very well, or feel much, but the Force, or rather, her magic told her it was the cave she grew up in. Where she had Baal live and stay when he was small.
She sat up, rubbing her mangled wrists. "Ow...'
Are you okay?
She looked up, and spotted Baal's head at the cave's mouth. She nodded. "A little better. What happened?"
You were captured, he answered. I got help, and we rescued you.
She smiled weakly. "Thanks..."
She tried standing, but found her knees weak, and she feel back down.
Do not push yourself so hard.
She moaned, rubbing her thigh. "I can't help it..." she then looked around. Her hand patted where her sabers would be, and noticed they were gone. She looked up. "My weapons?! Where are they?!"
Relax. I found them, and had them brought here as well. He pointed over to a pile of rocks, where she spotted the three sabers. She crawled over and clipped them to her belt. "Thanks...'
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:19 pm
The Garos IV Imperial Grand Hotel was plush with upholstery and decorations designed to appease the upper crust of both the imperial navy and local civilians. Borill figited in his formal dress uniform. Unlike his normal uniform this one was much more along standard imperial lines, and held all the decorations and medals from his campaigns, along with golden shoulder bars and cufflinks. The only deviation that the formal uniform allowed him were the golden bloodstripes awarded to him long ago battling the Galactic Alliance.
Beside him was his bride, Salcu Sal-Kore, whom like him was from Corellia and a former orphan. Unlike him, Salcu was a selonian, a member of the Corellia's home species, and therefore an infertile female like most selonians in their hive like society.
The ceremony was small, but deliberately planned... not by him but by Salcu, whose attention to detail had been astounding and confounding. Borill found himself, a man who had made his career commanding crews numbering in thousands, relinquishing control of his own wedding to his fiance. Though he had to admit he wouldn't have been attracted to her in the first place if she hadn't been capable of standing up to him.
The witnesses and guests numbered less then a hundred, and neither Borill or Salcu had living parents... So the ceremony was simple, and there in the lobby of the Imperial Grand Hotel he and Salcu exchanged rings and were married. Not but five minutes later the guests had seated themselves in the restaurant for the reception, and dinner. At the table of honor there were twelve guests along with the honored couple. The guests were a mixed bag of flag officers and lower echelon personnel. At one end of the table were Borill and Salcu, with Admiral Kull and Commander Kusei Maki. On the other end were a collection of minor flag officers including the Stormtrooper Captain Tron, leader of the Storm Commandos assigned to the 12th fleet.
As the group toasted them an officer slipped next to Captain Tron, "Sir?"
"Yes, Lieutenant?" Tron answered as the man thrust a datapad into his hand. Slowly Tron glanced down and began to read it before stopping.
"Damn Sith-spawn of a time," Captain Tron said to himself as he stood and walked up to Borill, "Sir..."
Borill took the datapad from Captain Tron and began to read... with a sigh he leaned back in his chair, "Commodore Kull... get the ship ready. We leave in two hours."
Salcu turned to him, "Borill?"
"I'm afraid duty calls, I'm..."
"I knew what I was getting into by marrying you. Go and do your duty."
Borill smiled tightly, that was another reason he loved her, so understanding of his duty and job.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 8:27 pm
Reports from a pair of E-54 blasters echoed in the target practice room.
"Like, how's that?" Freya said, twirling the twin pistols about her fingers, blowing the smoke from the barrels.
"Nice, Starsinger, nice," commented a crusty old human clad in a fresh, crisp uniform of fatigues. "But, kin ya do this, li'l missy?" he asked her, drawing up a sniper rifle. "Hunnerd yards thar, Delth," he said to a random soldier. "I'll knock that thar apple offa 'is 'ead,"
Sure enough, the older man did so. Looking coldly to Freya, he then said, "Your turn, missy,"
Freya closed one eye, drawing her right pistol, as the attendant soldier set an apple on the practice dummy's head, at the same distance.
"All clear!" called the soldier.
And then, another blaster report echoed. The bolt struck at just right of the apple's center, as Freya repeated her earlier feat.
"Great shot, Starsinger," the other soldier called out, as the older man looked back and forth between the girl, and the far off target.
"Yer g'd, missy." the old sergeant said.
"Like, thanks, dude!" Freya smiled to him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 9:50 pm
Inside the Hektor's Shield chaos reigned. Naval personnel recalled from liberties on Mandalore filed into duty stations many of them drunken and tired. It wouldn't matter though, because by the time any engagement would finally occur they'd have shaken off the damage wrought by liberty at a friendly port. By then their disquet at having been pulled from liberty would have crystalized into anger, anger that could be focused upon the enemy.
Anger that Borill himself understood... A wedding without a honeymoon, such was life in the Imperial Navy. Still he reflected, he'd done well for an agent of law and order. The restoration of Mandalore to the Mandalorian peoples was something to be proud of, as was the destruction of Elladan Kenet's little empire. Now it seemed that some other threat to galactic peace and security.
In the planning room a flimsi of an orbital image courtesy of Imperial Intelligence dominated the table. Borill leaned over it studying the features of the land, the contours of the terrain, and the deployment of the defenses. The image was older then the base, quite clearly since the facilities had to be placed upon the map digitally with an overlay.
The map showed a mountain with one side falling away into a cresent shaped valley, its sides were a sharp cliff face. The other side however was not as severe, a classic alpine mountain with conifer trees scattered across its face which only disappeared near the summit where the altitude became too much for the trees. It was along this summit that the primary defense of the entire base had been established, three enormous shield generators fed through direct power lines down into the mountain. On the cliffside of the mountain an enormous hanger dominated the cliff, scattered all around it were entrenched defenses. The other side was much more lightly defended. Primarily because there was no entrance from that direction. Those few defenses that had been put in place clustered around the shield generators.
Borill pulled a Tabac cigar from his pocket and lit it over the map, "A mountain base, with one entrance and shield generators along the ridgeline. Pretty well entreched too."
Beside him Commodore Kull stirred, "I'd agree, look at all those weapons batteries. So long as the shields are up we can't even approach that entrance with starships."
Borill nodded, "As always the key to the defense is taking down the shield." a sly smile slid across his face, "Darth Krayt has also asked us to field test a new unit in this engagement. Perhaps he'll even send a representative or observor."
Kull shivered, "A sith?"
"Yes, according to Intelligence there are a number of Jedi here, and when you've got jedi..."
"You get sith," Kull shook her head, "I don't like it."
"It does not matter whether you like it or not Admiral..." Borill answered swiftly as his finger drew a line on the flimsi, "They're using scanners and random patrols to protect the shallow slope. I have no doubt that our Storm Commandos could slip through this dragnet, Captain Tron, Kusei?"
Both officers answered at once, "Sir?"
"Captain Tron, prep a Storm Commando Company. Choose one thats proficient at stealth warfare." Borill paused, "Your mission will be to eliminate enemy defenses and prep for a general assault. You will be inserted via grain transport... which will land here at this grain refinery's loading dock a days march from the base. You will proceed overland detaching the company and platoon sniper specialists to proceed here." Borill pointed to the ridge on the opposite side of the valley which would also have a clear line of site into the enemy's hanger. "Your forces are to avoid contact until 0940 the two days after you land. At 0940 your troops are to sneak into and destroy the three shield generators on the ridge. I suspect you can easily allocate most of a platoon to each target. At the same time the sniper team will open up on personnel and equipment in the hanger with their long range sniping rifles. They should withdraw if engaged. Once the shield are down a direct assault aiming for the hanger will occur supported by Wombat-II Star frigates and T-97s these should easily destroy or supress those defensive installations, If resistance is stiff a missile barrage by our Stalwarths can be called in. Assault shuttles of our Empire's finest will land directly in the hanger and proceed inward into the base, to capture enemy personnel, officers and equipment."
Borill turned to Kusei, "I want you to accompany Captain Tron along with as many cybercommandos as you deem necessary. You are to advise and support him, as are any resources you deem to bring along."
"I understand," Kusei replied coldly.
Borill nodded, "The grain transport is being prepped. I expect you to depart within the hour."
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 11:45 pm
Archaras Seraphim walked through the halls of the base, finding its solitude comforting. For the past several days he'd had a strange feeling. The Force had been acting strange. He had been feeling tense these last few days, like there was something just out of reach. Something very unpleasant.
Archaras had the proverbial 'Bad feeling'
He'd spent the last several hours reviewing the modifications to Epsilon Base since he'd left. They had added several new tunnels, a number of upgrades...some of which might hamper the original intent of the base. At least they'd included their modular components, so that if the time came they could pull them much faster than normal. Still, with some of them, it may take too long.
Suddenly ICIS chimed in, sounding slightly concerned, "I just got some wierd activity on the Delta Band. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm gonna look into it now..."
Archaras nodded and returned to looking over his schematics. He ran a hand through his long platinum blond hair. He turned stood from hims table, and sat, letting the force flow through him, dropping into Xi and seeking enlightenment...
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:13 am
A Firestorm Class Patrol ship docked with a Stalwarth class Star Destroyer in Fondor's Shipyard.
The Stalwarth, known as the Deablow's Second, was enroute to meet with forces organizing under an Imperial Commander named Borrill Elysin, a bothan admiral who was to lead the assault against the rebel stronghold.
While a trek across the galaxy just to come back the way he came did seem redundant, Kren the Saw bore no complaint.
He took a glance at the orders that his higher ranked Sith Commanders sent him via coded comn transmission.
He was to land with the primary ground assault and decrease base resistance by whatever means prudent.
He liked how vague those orders were.
That meant he could be creative.
There was a small list of people who was supposed to take alive but he didnt pay much attention to those.
The chance to unleash carnage against a massed enemy for the first time in years was getting him excited.
As the Deadblow's Second hyped out to meet with the twelfth fleet, Darth Hamatula oiled the chain of his favorite weapon and thought of the carnage he would get to inflict.
It would be the best killing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:27 am
Time flew faster than realized, as the communications came in. Krayt himself had been dictating his desires for this invasion; it was not a surprize call either, and both of them knew it was only to clarify what both were thinking.
Details came in of the fleet assembling, as Ferno read up on the Fleet Admiral guiding them. Recently promoted, he was a brillaint, if somewhat unorthodox tactician during the conflicts erupting over the last four years. So successful, he had even been granted the newest Paelleaon in construction over Kuat.
Ferno's job: Make sure he is worth it.
The Emperor demanded more of the sith, as it seemed prudent to field test this new generation of shocktrooper, the plaguetrooper. Borleias was not that far out of the way of Coruscant, the rendezvous point where the Pillar would meet up with the fleet to make the final jump to Abregado Rae.
Ferno felt disgusted looking at the number of sith accompanying the battle; more than 50 total had been called for, and one in particuar caught the spectre's eye. A ruthless killer had joined the ranks. While the thought of that rampaging beast sickened Ferno, he found comfort that at least one of the soldiers would be diverting the attention from his Sith assassin corps, which was disperced amongst the squads of soldiers to help coordinate with the others for maximum efficiency.
he vocalized to HM, as he headed towards the docking bay of the Pillar.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:44 am
Fina sighed, walking up the ramp of the ship. A day wasted with searching, and she couldn't help but think... Why did I see this coming? She looked around the ships central room and saw Alex and Nimbus playing an old card game. Max came up the ramp shortly after she had. Of course he wouldn't be in a major city. He'd likely be out in a smaller town, or not in a town at all if he really wanted to live... She thought, then shook her head. "I don't think we're going to find him here..." She said, then took a seat. "Why?" Max asked, looking at her, to which she just returned his look. "When you learn to use the force like another part of your body, you learn to trust the feelings you get a bit more. My feelings tell me he's not going to be here. We should go to another planet..." She said. The other two merely looked at her.
"What's our next destination then?" Alex asked, to which Fina shook her head. "I don't know... I suppose we could take the commanders advice and see what the bothans dug up... If they've found nothing, then we'll be spending alot more time on this assignment." She said. Alex took the pilots seat after she spoke, and Max took the co-pilots seat, getting the ship ready to take off...
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