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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 12:50 am
Calliga glanced at Siren, pretending to not understand in the slightest.
"why...whatever could that mean...?"
A deft push easily knocked her over onto the sprawl of sheets, and a very handy zip-link quickly helped release Calliga's war uniform off.
"Something tells me that more than stress will be relieved..."
Calliga leaned down and kissed his "queen"; it was good enough to have time alone again, he'd be busy again soon.
The kisses got more passionate, and a few teases got mixed in....
Then Calliga abruptly re-arranged siren into a much more vulnurable pose, and resumed kissing....but in a different fashion than before. And as per The sith seductresses ways, far more exciting.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 2:45 pm
Marr was always flooded with a strange mix of emotions when standing before the members of the Sith Council, though he took special care to keep them well hidden. The first emotion was usually awe, their combined power overwhelmed even his considerable skills. The second and third were jealousy and fear; though the fallen Jedi-turned Sith eventually planned on surpassing them all, he was still far from achieving such a lofty goal. A small amount of hatred still remained from his days as a Jedi, when he fought against the Sith. Most of that enmity was directed towards one of the Council's best, who corrupted his second apprentice and sent him against his former master.
But his days as a Jedi had long since passed, and it had been ten long years since he abandoned that ancient and outdated path. Here, amongst the Sith, he would create a new future for the galaxy...
But to do that he would have to survive this war, and not only survive...
...he must be victorious.
"Do you know why we have summoned you here, Marr Silvertongue?" asked one of the lords from his shadowy throne.
"To congratulate me on my past successes?" Marr suggested, sarcastically.
"Only weaklings need congratulations." said another of the lords.
"While your past endeavors have been quite beneficial to our cause," continued the first lord, in spite of the exchange, "you are here today so that we may discuss any possible future you may have amongst our number."
"Is my status being challenged then?"
"You have done well these past years in taking the Lyran system from the Jedi and strengthening our influence and military might in that sector, but you have made little effort to expand such influence to other parts of the galaxy. Furthermore, you have yet to take on a single apprentice. It is important for members of our Order to pass on the ways of the Sith to subsequent generations, and your failure to do so will not be tolerated for much longer."
"I do not give away the gift of knowledge as freely as others. Such power should only be entrusted to the strong."
"It is not your place to deem who is worthy and who is not. Such determinations will rest with this Council..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:07 pm
Koren stood for a moment, not sure if his crew had become damned good, or Stryder was living up to his reputation. He clapped his hands together softly a few times and gave a huff of appreciation.
That was quite impressive general. Normally, it takes me a few thousands of credits worth of explosives to move something in that manner. Helmsman, turn us around and get us the hell out of here. As soon as we're facing our fleet, I want rear shields reinforced. Have the Hammerheads ready to deploy fighters if these guards get frisky.
Yessir!
Koren turned to Stryder and gestured to his firstmate's seat.
General, can I offer you a seat?
The ship slowly began to lurch and turn around. As soon as it was facing its sister ships, the shields hummed and shifted to the rear. The engines kicked on full speed and the Trireme began to push forward away from the prison.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 2:38 pm
As the Revenge dropped out of hyperspace, Rook breathed a sigh of relief at finally reaching their destination. The hyperdrive had unexpectedly failed in mid-jump, and it had taken quite some time for her crew to discover the cause and get the blasted thing working again. Some faulty re-wiring was the root of the problem, and while no permament damage was caused to the system, it had delayed their departure significantly.
The destination was an orbital weapons factory in orbit above Alba-16. The Revenge would approach from the opposite side of the planet, using the planet's mass to delay detection...
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:36 am
"If it is the will of this Council, than an apprentice I shall seek,"
Marr answered. He knew he would have to take on eventually anyway, though he had put it off for quite some time. The pain of his last apprentice's fate was still fresh in his memory, though he took considerable efforts to hide it from his compatriots.
"Then there is the matter of your military inaction..."
began the second Sith Lord.
"It has not been inaction, my lords, only patience. I have been building and preparing my forces these past years, and even as we speak I am carrying out an attack on one of the Republic's suppliers. As soon as I return to Lyra, I shall be ready to release the full fury of my strength against our enemies. The Jedi will see devastation unlike any they've seen since the start of this conflict."
"Are you saying, then, that you intend to engage the bulk of the Republic's forces?" asked the first Lord.
"I am saying, my liege, that I intend to take this fight to our enemy's doorstep, and reverse the advances they have made only recently. I am saying that I intend to tear the Republic apart, piece by piece, until the Sith once again rule all that they survey."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 4:08 pm
"Explosives must be inexpensive where you dwell, Commander." Stryder said as he wiped his brow with his sleave.
"Nonetheless, that was only a warmup, and a lesson as well. Size does not matter. Limits lie only in one's mind."
Standing imperially straight and precise, the Jedi Lord shook his head at the offer.
"No thank you commander. I believe I will stand. I've had enough sitting for these past few days."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 7:34 pm
((Could someone change my ship's name in the description on my bio. I just noticed that the names don't match, and its old name is there instead.))
As planned, the factory's sensors didn't detect the Revenge until her three heavy guns were charging up. The weapons emplacements aboard the orbital station were hit first, and pummeled into space dust. Several guard vessels made a frenzied attempt to put together a defense, but they were also quickly disabled. After all defenses were confirmed neutralized, Rook made a forced dock with the factory and prepared her people to board...
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 6:18 pm
The fleets of the Lyran system, amassed together for the first time over Lyra III, sparkled like jewels in the black of space. Over 15-hundred strong, nearly each and every ship built in the foundries of his manufacturing worlds. Foundries that he had personally seen built and managed. They were the pride of his fiefdom, and would be a key part in his bid for control of the galaxy.
Three of his six Centurion Battlecruisers had just finished their maiden voyages, a ceremonial cruise around the system. Marr himself was aboard the Revan's Legacy, a heavily modified replica of the Leviathan, a hundred meters longer than the original with plenty of surprises. He was talking with his Fleet Admiral via comlink, a trustworthy and brilliant man who had been serving him since his time as a Jedi.
The final preparations were being made to depart, the men and women who had been preparing for this day waiting with breathless anticipation.
"Make it so."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:23 am
The Hunting Hawk exited Hyperspace, reentering realspace in Ruusan's orbital path.
The Planet wasnt there of course, as it was mid way through its orbit and therefore a quarter of the path away.
But even from this distance Cene's instruments were picking up the comn chatter of a large Sith Fleet that was mobilizing over the planet.
"Osik." She muttered as the Hunting Hawk sped toward the world. "This has suddenly become complicated."
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 9:36 am
The seal on the airlock was quickly cut through, and a hail of blaster fire greeted Rook and her Mando'ad brethren. Those frenzied shots that managed to hit bounced off of the energy shield they had previously erected in front of their boarding party. A tripod-mounted heavy repeating blaster returned fire, manned by her second, Fi. It easily mowed down any opponents in sight, and Rook threw in a couple thermal detonators to take care of those not in sight.
The Mandalorians stormed into the now-damaged corridor, moving into and throughout the various rooms of the factory in a precise and professional manner. It seemed that many of the factory's protectors were amassed at the doorway, but Rook wasn't going to take any chances...
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 10:42 am
The Vendetta dropped out of lightspeed and right into a Rancor Pit.
A small fleet of Sith warships were between the Corellian courier vessel and the next checkpoint.
"Oh slag." Ardee said as the gynoid worked the controls from within. "Multiple target locks from the warships."
Pash thought fast as he eyed the numerous ships.
He instantly recognized the sigils on some of the vessels. It seemed representatives from several different sith holdings were here.
"I got an idea." He said. "Patch me in to that ship 5 degrees off our starboard."
Ardee did so swiftly. Pash took up the comn and flew the ship straight at their target.
"Lord Bolgarn!" The Jedi shouted frantically into the comn. "Calgoth's forces have betrayed us! A mercenary army under his banner is attacking our homeworld!"
For a minute, everything was quiet.
And then, the Vessel Pash had hailed opened fire on a vessel bearing its' rival's markings.
The Sith fleet rapidly degenerated into a fierce free for all as brooding hatred andjealousy tore its way through the minds of the myryad commanders.
A perfect cover.
"Problem solved." Pash said as he shut down the comn and began dodging stray laser blasts. "The mentality of the Sith makes exploiting their alliances far too easy sometimes. Now lets find that ring."
The Vendetta's engines ignighted fiercely and the ship dove into the midst of the battle.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:02 pm
As the Hunting Hawk drew near the fleet, it seemed all hell broke loose among the Sith Ships. The formation was quickly blasting itself apart from within.
"What in space..." Cene started. Her sensors detected something unsusal in the fleet: The presence of the strange race ship beacons that were on not just her ship but on every participant's ship. The source of the presence was quickly moving further into the pell mell action and the Mandalorian began the chase. She didnt know how they got ahead of her but it was an advantage they would soon lose.
As the Hunting Hawk drew nearer, its frightening agility allowing it to bob and weave with ease through the raging fire fight, Cene got a good look at her opponent.
It was the Corelian ship from before, the one owned by the Echani.
"You little Chaakar..." She muttered. This was going to have to end. The Corellian ship was the only competition she had in this race thus far, and now it had gained the lead.
She wasnt going to lose to some spice happy echani.
Her Targeting Reticle danced about before locking on the Corellian ship.
"The Mando'ade send their greetings, Echani scum." She said as a Concussion Missile streaked from he ship towards the Corellian vessel.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:22 pm
The second there was a Missile Lock, Ardee was aware of it. Using the ship's sensors as her own eyes, she spotted the Hunting Hawk and watched as it launched a Concussion Missile.
And then she swatted the Missile out of the stars.
The Double Ion Cannon Turret of the Vendetta spun and blazed away at the trailing missile, the Ion charge of the beams scrambling the missiles onboard circutry and sending it spiralling off into a hapless Sith Fighter.
"Pash, we have company." The noid said as she autonimously fired the ion cannon at the pursuing Mandalorian.
"I felt it." Pash replied as he swerved the Vendetta around some wreckage. "Sith Fighter?"
"No, its that mandalorian."
"Terrific. Persistant one, that." Pash put the Vendetta in a steep climb and accelerated towards a Broadside exchange between cruisers overhead.
"Wait, what the slag are you doing?" Ardee asked, somewhat alarmed at the direction they were going.
"The Force is with us." Pash replied as he focused on accelerating towards the near wall of plasma.
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