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 Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:38 pm
((Seriously, can someone brief me, I'm about to go running around in circles pulling my hair out. I've seen snails move faster than this thread.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 1:55 pm
((From what I understand, Nelo is supposed to Brief you. PM him about it.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 8:31 pm
"If the Ashla's not here, it's probably somewhere else. Either way, the Tett forces have been ordered to withdraw, so I can only assume that's where he went. We'll be making the jump to malastare in ten minutes, i guess, seeing as how our job here is done," Ritt replied.
"So, the question now is what to do with the time spent in hyperspace again?"
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The fleet had been mobilized, as Kawaii had grumbled at the lack of attention held by inferiors. En route to the front lines, he stood upon the bridge, staring into hyperspace, as his plan was pushed forward. Sonya had been accounted for before they left the planet, where the new guy was, he never knew. This was inevitably the problem of the sith, as well as their strength. He'd only hope that the youth (in comparison to him at least) had been left behind on the planet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:40 am
Darth Nova had managed to get his ship up and moving and take off right as the fleet leapt into hyperspace. Luckily, he knew their destination. Lord Kawaii obviously did not welcome his presence, but, as Cyberneticus' liason, he refused to have his talents ignored.
The time spent in hyperspace would be best spent in Battle Meditation, he decided.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:54 am
"So how long do you think the 'liberation' of Malastare will take? Last our reports show, the enemy which attacked Eraidu and Sullust has withdrawn back to tett, and there aren't many jedi forces in the area. Only a handful of commanders and that's it. I figure that the battle should end in about three hours after we exit hyperspace," Sonya said.
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 1:10 pm
“We could play zero-gee dodge ball in the cargo bay.” She beamed up at Ritt, her hands clasp behind her back. “Or you could help out your little sister paint her…” Aurora looked at Ritt and into the reflection of herself staring back at her in his shades. “Never mind,” she dismissed the though with a wave of her hand. “Wan a’ play ball?” She asked.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:32 am
It was true; siren's remark. In fact, if anything, he'd done that. Perhaps, having taken her place, he'd taken her desire as well-surely a good thing, for desire was strength...but it meant that whenever he was finished with someone, they were naught good for much else for the rest of the day. Still, if he really wanted more, she did have a whole staff eager-in fact, begging-to please and be pleased. Interesting, really, how effective it was. Sith had tried for years, no doubt, to master mind control. Yet Calliga had inherited Siren's unique method of control-not of the body,but of the flesh.
yet the time with her was just a drug in his hand-a way too cool the pain of the insult that beat him soundly and took his hand.
Calliga growled under his breath.
It was not enough! Never! The passion was there, but he was inferior vessel. No, He needed more, much more....
drifting into sleep while still embracing Siren, calliga began to spiral through vast thoughts and widening schemes...
Then lightning split the clouds: if no master could be found as to fill the gap now... what about those already gone? calliga had been so focused on having one, half-holocron form a legendary master that he had neglected the simple truth: A dozen weaker cubes would teach more wisdom and darkside knowledge than one super-cube, no matter how mighty.
The jedi...or Not-Jedi, too, had let drop a valuable lesson, too: tradition dies in battle with change..more weapons, more plans....that was what he wanted; arm himself as the mandorlanians were famous for-with everthing. Not just lightsaber, but with a dozen black secrets from across the galaxy.
So, he would need two major elements.
One, more holocrons.
Two, materials to create objects of sith alchemy. Certainly, all those ages of failed creation could have lent some truly destructive tools life?
And, of course, when he was complete lord, A perfected container for the Darkside...he would need a army. Oh, the plan was big; but what about Siren's method? Why stop at him? Why not drag as many force-sensitives into her means as possible? Even a dozen or so trained in using the force to control passion would be potent as any soldier-for masses of troops held by their own bodies where far less useful than the master manipulators.
Yes...
he would have to plan...it all out...
and then dreams of a cosmos being stained black by his shadow twisted around the ambitious knight, and his wishes of conversion.
Perhaps, in some far future theory, if the greater republic was given over to desire and pleasure in the name of him and siren, the passions of such a mass might give rise to nearly limitless power.
And the sith rested, asleep with his devilish bride.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 12:22 pm
Rather than waste time with a trial, The Senate motioned to have Stryder imprisoned as a war criminal and thus devoid of the right to defend himself in court. The quicker Stryder was out of the way, the less people would ask questions about it.
Now in a cell aboard a well guarded Hammerhead Corvette, the Jedi Lord meditated as he awaited transfer to Oovo IV. Stryder gleaned much information from the senate and those accusing him usuing the Force. The Republic, in a blunder of cosmic proportions, ordered Stryder to attack the wrong bunch of Sith, which he did with resounding success. Having picked a fight they did not want, the Senate claimed Stryder had gone rogue and made him their scapegoat.
Politics was an ugly thing. It brought out the worst in sentients. Much like its companion War.
It would not be long before he was at the Maximum Security Facility. And from there he would have to do nothing but wait as the Sith took advantage of his removal.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:26 pm
((Blarg. Lame post comming up but Better something than nothing. Need to get this moving.))
Cene finished her hunt, having bagged the beastie and honed her combat skill.
She was ready for the challenge.
After collecting a trophy from her prey, she trekked out of the forest and fired up her ship. She set the coordinates for Nar Shaddaa, ready to take on whatever challenges awaited her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:42 pm
"I'll make no estimates, but hopefully we won't encounter too much resistance, Sonya. Rest up while you can, I hear beauty sleep is a premium among your kind," Kawaii retorted back, with a snide smile creeping across his face.
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Ritt sighed as he put his hands on his hips.
"You'll get used to it eventually, I hope. Don't try thinking about it though. Most people get unnerved when they notice that little problem. I'm used to it. The trick is eveyrone else isn't."
He felt the ship winding up for its jump as he stared back at Aurora. Such a cute aura, he nearly found himself slipping away into his own thoughts for too long.
"I warn you, i'm a good ball player."
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 12:20 pm
“Hopefully the Order will approve you petition and then I’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.” Aurora looked up into Ritt’s glasses and grinned. “I would expect nothing less from you.” She giggled. “Let’s make it zero-gee dodge-ball then.” She smiled brightly, almost wolfishly at him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:34 pm
((I think we'll speed over the dodgeball part, if you dont' mind.))
"You're on," Ritt said with a grin erupting over his face. "Loser has to be wingman for Pagan for a sortie. How's that for incentive?"
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Nakara's ship orbited the small moon, as he prepared the various details of the last minute aspects of the deathrace. A few choice pilots were to dock with his vessel, while a majority met up at Az'zip's palace. Nakara had been through the joint numerous times on his own over he last few weeks to make sure the incriminations weren't existing, and that it looked like nothing more than a mere underground race.
Of course, such a race is bound to have seedy elements. Nakara expected some sith to knock out several competitors to enter themselves in as assassins. And Nakara's paranoia even expected soem desperate measures from the jedi too. The sale of Force Sensitive children wasn't exactly easy to hide, and if the jedi waited any longer, it would make them even more foolish than even nakara had expected...
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:00 pm
((That’s ok-fine with me.))
“It’s incentive enough for me not to let you win.” She laughed, skipping down the ship corridor. “Race you there.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 12:57 pm
Ritt bolted into full sprint. It was bad show for the teacher to be bested by the student. Well, he was on par with her at the moment, but that was beside the point.
"What's the.." Wishmaster stated, as he felt the breeze of a full force sprint rush by him. The second body passed him moments later, as he stared at a rather wide-grinned Reverend. "What's that all about?"
The Fondorian just shook his head and laughed. "Very simple. The children are playing."
"Does that mean.."
"No, they aren't denying a romance. Jedi just have these bonds. Like a pilot and his bird. Things which normal people just can't explain, known only to them. It's best not to meddle in their affairs. Ritt does get sour when people spoil his fun."
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The flight was long, but Ritt could feel the engines winding for the drop to realspace. He panted, sweat dripping off his brow, soaking up in the blindfold he was wearing.
"I've gotten out of shape it seems. Or you've been practicing too vigorously. I blame the squadron. They need to step their game up more."
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:27 am
Mercenaries, fighters, and the scum of the galaxy crowded the halls of Az'zip's palace.
Pash wished he had a few dozen stun grenades. He could have made a massive dent in the Scum and Villany department.
But it would be out of place for an Echani Mercenary to suddenly go berzerk for no reason.
That was the sole province of the Iridorians, such as the one he had noted on the other side of the room.
He glanced at Ardee, who was disguised as a bald human woman in dark glasses. She looked for all the world as though lost in thought, but what she was probably doing was scanning the security systems of the palace, gauging the strength of their protections for Pash to utilize later.
It was useful having a top of the line assassin droid as a partner.
Suddenly Ardee tilted her head to the side to glance at Pash.
"Have you ever wondered why so many planets in the Galaxy are just single enviromental worlds? Like, most of them. By all logic that should be imposible."
Pash thought about it for a moment.
"Huh. That is bizzarre."
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