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 Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 1:00 pm
As the remains of the Lyran fleet floated in the void, Master Lee stroked his short, well trimmed beard, a smirk on his face.
"Too bad we couldn't stop them all." He said. "A pity the Interdictors of the Mandalorian Wars can't interdict our modern hyperdrives, otherwise we could have netted us the entire 3rd Lyran Fleet."
"Master?" The XO stated, drawing the Jedi's attention. "We've picked up an extra, un accounted for burst of Chronau Radiation. Vectors indicate it was heading the same way as the Lyrans were."
The Jedi Master's brow furrowed. "So, Marr was within range....well no matter. The jig was up at any rate. Have the crews begin recovery on the Sith Fleet remains. Then we will fall back to Point Holocron, resupply and re-arm. We will need to maintain the initiative if we are to hobble Marr."
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 7:55 pm
Back on Lyra III, Rook looked around the hall at the mandalorians who followed her. They had assembled in one of the ceremonial chambers in Capital City, a place once used to honor warriors before they headed off to battle. Many of those assembled had been with her when they arrived here a few short years ago, though there were a few new faces.
Fi stood on her right, Gabriel with some of the other children in the corner. After several minutes of random discussion, Fi called for the room's attention and Kira began to speak...
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 11:06 am
The 3rd Tett Expeditionary Force resumed their missile barrage as Demaia's forces started to rally. However, they began backpeddling, drifting in reverse to keep distance between them. They began taking hits and shields started to buckle but they kept fading back, until finally they began jumping to lightspeed towards Lyra.
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Out on the edge of the system, Lord Dorog continued to watch the situation. He certainly couldn't comunicate with his forces from this point without drawing attention to his own battlegroup and throwing the whole charade away.
"Thats right, Sithlings. Take the bait." He muttered under his breath. "After all, betrayal is a fact of life for you..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 11:15 am
Pash activated his vibroblade and took a step foward, holding the blade in a two handed grip and to his right as though readying for a swing.
"Ok, bucket head. Shall we dance?" He asked, subtly taunting his opponent.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 2:20 pm
The enemy ships started falling back under the intensive firepower of the Grand Sith Flee.t Like the cowards they were they fled into hyperspace as a few of them were blasted apart by the guns of the Fleet.
"Track their Cronau Radiation!" Demaia roared, standing on her feet an gesturing angrily at the fleeing ships. "I want to know who did this! They will pay for their insolence!"
"I have a list of possible destinations, My Lady." One of the techs said. "Lyra is among them."
Her eyes widdened and flashed an angry dark side yellow. "That...filthy...NERFHERDER!!" she screamed. "Marr dares to send his incompetant minions to try and do battle with me?! To ambush me and kill me before I make my grand appearance?! No more Formalities! Once the rest of the fleet is here, we will show Marr the folly of his ways with the only thing an animal like him understands: Brute Force!!"
"My lady, what if it isn't Marr?" Vor said cautiously. "Many are jealous of your beauty and power-" Vor was suddenly thrown violently back against a wall.
"IT WAS MARR!" She screamed, unsecured items floating briefly off the ground about her. "HE MOCKS ME!! AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE IT!"
"But My Lady." Callista said, hurrying over. "Lady Siren has not reported back yet. Surely if something like this was Marr's doing, she would have reported it."
"That incompatant slut wouldn't understand military matters if she were sleeping with the entire Republic Army!" Demaia snareled as she paced before her chair. "For her sake, that planet better be willing to surrender to me by the time I arrive, or she will regret ever crossing me. Now begin repairing the fleet and secure that thrice blasted base already! My patience is wearing thin!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 2:29 pm
"Gladly, you twiggy little git." Cene snarled. Her axe unfolded with a loud menacing clack and she lunched foward, delivering a twohanded diagonal chop to the Echani.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 4:47 pm
When the final ships of the fleet had jumped, Dorog nodded to his Navigator, who plugged in the coordinates for Point Holocron. The other battlegroups werent going to Lyra, stoping a part of the way there so that they could chart a new course to Point holocron as well.
Now it was in the hands of the Force. At any point Demaia could change her mind, but given what the TEF had examined, it was unlikely.
"Dance, puppets. Dance." Dorog said as the starlines enveloped his deadnaughts. "Let yourselves be blined by the very emotions that give you strength."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:25 pm
Pash bent backwards and to the side, the axe sliding narrowly past him. Pash spun and brought his vibroblade to slash in at the Mandalorian's side.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:55 pm
(( OH NO WAY! Deleting my comment? Lame. Weak sauce. ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 7:59 pm
Oryo Prime (( OH NO WAY! Deleting my comment? Lame. Weak sauce. )) (( Prime, I expect better of you than this little comment fight you have going with Aurin. You're a vet. Act like one and show some proffesionalism.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:35 am
((Seriously, there's plenty of threads dedicated to OoC knowledge. Waste teh effort there.))
"a*****e," Sonya coughed. "an extension... of one's pain is still an... extension of oneself."
She slowly gathered herself up as she felt her rage build up inside her. A cautious crewmember went to help clean up after the mutt. Suddenly, her rage exploded, as her hand shot out and slammed the man's face down onto the table, making a permanent impression into the thin metal.
"UARG! I will kill Nakara for toying with these idiotic tasks," she exclaimed. She quickly stood up. Another violent burst of rage kicked the soppy body into the wall, before extending off onto the floor. The Umbaran didn't even look back as she pulled her cloak tight, fuming away.
Time would be quick before she and this new master would have to clean up any loose strings on Serrocco (or whatever it's called) for Nakara's departure.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 10:36 am
Cale Darksun Oryo Prime (( OH NO WAY! Deleting my comment? Lame. Weak sauce. )) (( Prime, I expect better of you than this little comment fight you have going with Aurin. You're a vet. Act like one and show some proffesionalism.)) (( *Puts ego away* Fine. But its not like it was not true. Proffesionalism is spelled Professionalism. )) Gray stood at the helm. He had put in the coordinates of Nakara will, Serenno. The ship went to hyper space as Gray went back to his duties. **** Volgen felt her anger. Her power was linked to her anger and thats what Volgen was planning on. Before reaching the door reached into Sonya's mind. If I am only flesh and blood, then pain is all in the mind... If pain is only in the mind then it is connected to the force... If it is connected to the force then I am only a tool of the force... His riddles had stopped making sense long ago. He was damn near out side his own mind. But that is what fed him, what gave him more power through the force. We are on our way to Nakara. While we wait we will train you force strength. Volgen stepped out of the mess hall and continued on down the hall. His mind was still in and out of the bad memories on Umbara. He was about to show Sonya the same pain he felt. After all... Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 11:16 am
The tenure of the Bathurst was coming to a close, as the squadron had spent it's time understanding it's new systems and working the bugs out of the various systems. The new Sabercats were different than the Aureks they once had flown, and many a gripe had been levied about the drop in maneuverability. But the speed of the Sabercat, in spite of it's greater mass and payload, could exceed even that of their interceptors. Something which an adrenaline jockey like Ritt was more than willing to push to it's limit. The systems were wondeful in calculating the targeting position of their weapons, even in the dead of space.
Still, in the offtime, he trained as he always had, in the rear cargo hold, trying to learn how to meditate better and working on building his own body. Tuing had kept quiet, but the word on teh vine was that they were to soften up some droid defenses around some planet. Easy first time job for the pups.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 8:03 pm
"Brothers and sisters, I have traveled with most of you for many years now," said Rook, beginning the difficult but necessary speech she had pondered over on her way here. "We have fought in glorious battles, and proven our mettle time and again. For the last few years we have spent our days training Marr's elite soldiers, and we have profited greatly from this relationship. However, it is one that we cannot afford to continue for much longer, not in its current state. My brethren, I believe that it is time for us to leave this system."
Loud arguing burst out at that, and after a few moments a man clad in green and gray beskar'gam stepped forward to speak.
"Why this sudden need to leave?" he asked. "The Lyrans have just started a military campaign, and surely they will need our services more and more in the future. And besides, many here have started families on Lyra. Should they be made to leave their homes for no reason?"
"That is part of the problem, Maless," she said, speaking respectfully to the warrior who had been with her and Fi almost since the beginning. "We have grown comfortable and complacent here, and are slowly beginning to be assimilated into Lyran society. We are losing our edge, losing our heritage. How long until our children no longer sing the songs of our grandfathers? How long until we forget what it means to be mandalorian?"
"And what would you suggest we do, then?" Maless asked. The talking in the rest of the room dimmed to whispers, as the warriors waited for Kira's response.
"We make our own way in the 'verse. We find some frontier and stake our claim on its soil, conquering as our forefathers did long ago. We fight, but not for foreign nations or renegade armies; not for the bureacratic Jetiise or the inconsistent Siit. We fight for ourselves, and for the futures of our children."
"And do you have such a frontier in mind?"
"As a matter of fact..."
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