Prologue

Gather ‘round the flame, oh ye Wearied Wanderers, and pull your garments tight about thee. Sit, now, in silence as the greatest story never told is lain down before your very eyes:

Everything that ends begins. There is a season for all things: for life, just as for death. For peace, just as there is for war. This is a tale of the intermingling of both. For here you shall find love and hate, war and peace. Virtue and Vice. The Light and the Dark. The stars twinkle on, heedless of the briefly flickering flame of life, scorning all that walks but a hundred years on a single planet gazing out towards what might lie beyond.

Our tale is laid down nearly twenty five thousand revolutions of Coruscant’s sun before the advent of the Galactic Empire and the greatest civil war of legend. It concerns the lives of those instrumental in the formation of the benign Galactic Republic, those whose lives passed into legend, then to myth, then to obscurity for reasons unknown.

Following the fall of the Rakatan Empire, which spanned the entire galaxy,
anarchy reigned. In the place of the Rakatans, hundreds of independent factions formed in the gloom, forged out of desperation to shield against the evils of the galaxy. It was this clime that heralded the introduction of the Order of Jedi Knights, originally a band of scientists intent upon studying the mysterious Force. As the secrets of the Force were unraveled, it became apparent that this source of power could mean salvation for the galaxy. There were few, however, who could channel enough of this energy to bend it to their will. Those who were found with this ability were trained in the ways of the Jedi and the Order rose to protect the galaxy from itself. Coupled with the invention of the hyperdrive, order soon retook control.

Deep within the Core Regions at this time, an alliance was formed known as the Confederacy of Core Worlds. The post-Rakatan period left many bitter memories and the planets of the Confederacy weren’t interested to see another all-powerful group of overlords rise lest they fall and everything be cast into night once more. The key figure in implementing this alliance was Deshund Fatuus, widely respected and revered man of Coruscant who assumed the title of Lord of the Confederacy. After a long, peaceful reign, Fatuus stepped down as Lord and his son, Ignus, took up the mantle. Deshund perished soon thereafter. Following the great ex-Lord’s death, malevolent warlords from the Inner Rim (until recently thought of as the Outer Rim), began an invasion. Led by General Balfur Ravenlocke from the world of Thyferra, they stepped harshly on the Confederacy’s toes. Many considered the Lord Deshund’s death as the knell foretelling this catastrophe and pleaded with the new Lord Fatuus to surrender before all was lost.

On an escort mission to Kuat, a small fleet of Confederacy ships was overtaken by a forward scout group of these warlords, officially setting off hostilities. Outgunned and outnumbered, the Confederacy’s war cruisers battled the attackers, holding them off long enough to push the invaders out. Then, they proceeded to miraculously crush the Thyferran fleet. Bruised, the warlords have retreated to their strongholds to lick their wounds.

It is against this backdrop of fear and strife that Lord Ignus Fatuus, so recently on a mercy mission to war-stricken Corellia, the latest member of the Confederacy, returns to Coruscant to meet with the Council of the Confederacy. He carries with him a bold plan that will revolutionize the Confederacy and expand its power to new bounds.

But little does he realize the dire peril that lurks behind clouds of shadow. The night sky is blotted, though they blindly pass it by. The light is ne’er so sorely missed than when it’s utterly snuffed out.

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Lord Ignus Fatuus was the picture precision and calm in the face of calamity. He was middle-aged with deep-set green eyes and gray streaking through his brown hair. He carried himself with dignity and neatness through the sparkling halls of his personal cruiser, the Sovereign. The ship was of a silky triangular design, able to glide and cut through the air. It wasn’t the fastest ship ever, but it was one of the most aesthetic. The Sovereign was the latest in a new breed of military ships, designed for extreme deep-space combat. Fatuus had had it fitted with all the necessary comforts befitting a Lord of the Confederacy of Core Worlds, including the new “hyperdrive” generator. Thanks to this new invention, what had once been thought of, as the Outer Rim was now known to be, in fact, the Inner Rim as exploration ships found evidence of a Mid Rim a far-off Outer Rim every day.

“Lord Fatuus, we are within Coruscant’s atmosphere.” The captain was a younger man, new to his duty, but Fatuus trusted him. He had proven himself in a recent clash with the warlords of the Inner Rim, outmaneuvering the rogues with outdated ships and lesser firepower. Fatuus would trust him with his life.

“Very good, Captain Anderith. Prepare landing procedures,” Fatuus responded. Coruscant. The galaxy’s most populated planet. The small towns he had known as a boy had coalesced into a vast city. If they weren’t careful, he thought amusedly, the city would one day grown to encompass the entire planet! But the idea was laughable and he found himself shaking with hidden mirth. The officers aboard simply smiled, but did not question their lord’s glee. Let him have a moment of joy, they thought, for soon, joy would be a rare commodity.

The cruiser glided through the atmospheres to a docking station outside of the city. A single figure awaited him as he stepped off. “Welcome to Corsucant, Lord Fatuus,” greeted the Chandrilan delegate. “It is good to be here, Councilor Mathis,” he concurred, smiling at his friend. “Tell me, what is the situation?” Mathis looked troubled. “Come. There is much to talk of.”

Fatuus was troubled by his friend’s reaction. He came into stride with Mathis. Captain Anderith hung back, not sure whether to follow or to stay with the ship. Fatuus answered his question as he turned to the man. “Come, captain. You are to hear this as well, seeing as you’re officially in charge of the navy,” he said only half-jokingly. Anderith gave a weak smile and hurried after the group.

“Things have grown rather bleak since you’ve been away, Ignus,” Mathis was saying. “The warlords are encroaching even more into our territory day by day. Every peace delegation we’ve sent has disappeared without so much as a word. The Jedi tell us that a new collection of Force users has surfaced as well, those who use the Dark Side. This cult appears to be early in its developmental stages, but could very well pose a dire threat. The Jedi will be unable to aide in the border dispute until the threat of these Dark Side mages is dealt with,” he said. “Do they have a name?” asked Fatuus. “They call themselves the Brotherhood of the Night,” said Mathis and the light of the pure white corridor seemed to dim.

“What is the immediate danger?” asked Fatuus. “Our new shipyards at Kuat and Ralltiir,” reported Mathis. His mood seemed to lighten. “By the way, I noticed your flagship is one of the new Battlestar-class warships,” he said. Fatuus smiled. “Yes, it is. They’re quite lovely, I must say,” he said. “How does she handle, Captain Anderith?” Mathis asked, turning to the young officer. “Smoothest of any ship I’ve ever had the privilege of commanding. And a whole lot cleaner, begging your pardon, sir.”

Fatuus laughed. “She better be clean; she’s brand new. What about you, Councilor Mathis?” Mathis shook his head. “I still rely on my yacht. My armed yacht,” he added with a twinkle of the eye.

They arrived at a platform suspended some thirty stories off the ground. A speeder awaited them there, doors already opened for them. Lord Fatuus, Councilor Mathis, and Captain Anderith boarded and the doors shut. The speeder took off for the Grand Council Chambers of the Confederation.

Fatuus sighed. “If the threat of the warlords is truly this serious, then we will need an army, especially if the Jedi are indisposed.” Mathis nodded. “Yes, this may prove to be the most difficult task. The planetary governments will be unwilling to donate militia troops to fight, in case their planet is the next target and your constitutional powers forbid you from raising an army without unanimous consent of each planetary Councilor.” Fatuus nodded wearily. “I know. But, we already have the trappings of a navy. Five Battlestars are ready for combat with ten more in construction and a plethora of volunteers, eager to man them. The confrontation at Alderaan forged several capable officers, such a Captain Anderith here,” he said.

Anderith smiled. “I’m just here to do my duty, sir.” Fatuus grinned at the young Corellian. “If an official navy is established, you’re likely to become admiral, Anderith,” he said. Anderith merely smiled, nodded, and turned his gaze out the window.

“As you said, though,” Fatuus stated addressing Mathis, “that is going to be the real trick. I’ve already drafted a proposal. The attack at Alderaan may not be enough to convince them, however.” Mathis shook his head disdainfully. “If that doesn’t, nothing short of the entire enemy navy pointed directly at Coruscant will. I wonder if a total restructure of the government is needed to counteract this threat?” he said.

Fatuus looked absently out the window. “Yes…restructure…” He was struck with the craziest notion, the wildest idea, the most preposterous thought. A centralized government with elected representatives and a single executive branch to control them all, with a court system to keep them all in line; in short, a new democratic organization in which the people were sovereign.

The shuttle slowed as they approached the Council Chambers. Fatuus sighed and smiled a grim smile. “We’re here,” he said. Mathis, Anderith, and he all filed out. “Remember,” Mathis said. “You have to convince them that the need for an army is real and present. You will at least have my support, and most likely Kuat’s and Ralltiir’s. Even though Alderaan was the first planet attacked, the invasion force wasn’t that large and they’re a peace-loving people. Fear may be your greatest asset.”

Fatuus chuckled. “You are lecturing me on politics, Councilor?” he asked amusedly. “Don’t worry. I have everything taken care of.” He walked up the steps to the large Council building, glancing at a nearby citizen’s newspaper. On the front page, there was an article on the new hyperdrive generator, juxtaposed to a photo of the recently banished Jedi Knight. Fatuus grappled with the name for a moment before he remembered it.

Master Eroth Denor.

Dust and sand. What a stricken world! But it was his new home. Jedi Master Eroth Denor clenched the yellow powder that composed this desolate planet of Tatooine. He smiled grimly. Welcome home.

Denor was a younger man, though his beard had grown in full. His Jedi robes flowed about him in the dusty gale that seemed to perpetually blow across the sun-baked plains. The Junland Wastes they called it. How appropriate. Well, at least the “waste” part.

His battered ship, the Glory sat behind him in the blowing sands. The people of Tatooine had never before seen such an advanced craft, though the possessed a few space-worthy ships of their own.

They labeled him “Ishmael.” Fitting, considering their legend of a young outcast of the same name and his mother Hagar. Denor had never heard the story in full, but he had heard several tales of valor and bravery in the bleak sands. In turn, he brought wild accounts of Jedi and warships and battle that kept the people on edge for an hour or better. His mystical beam sword was proof enough to them that he was telling the truth; no one in possession of such a wondrous weapon could be a liar.

But what dazzled them more than the brilliant stories or the flashy weapon was the strange Ishmael’s “magic.” The Force had never been heard of this far away from civilization. Well, his civilization. This had been among his first lessons in the Force upon reaching this dismal planet. Civilization came in many forms. Though different, one could never truly judge a civilization against another. It simply would not work. People labored at different paces. The Core worlds sported a much heftier population and thus had time and energy to devote to invention. Here, everyday was a struggle for life and the only invention grew out of necessity.

Denor clenched his fists and raised them slowly from his sides, gradually tilting his head back, eyes closed. The sand kicked about him, lodging itself in crevices, but the Jedi Master remained still. The Force was with him. Breathing deeply, he called upon it and it protected him from his assailants.

I am of the Force. It guides me and I control it. Together, we are as one. I derive from it my strength and channel it to the good of all. I am a Jedi.

Denor opened his eyes and the sands died down. The twin suns were lowering themselves along the western fringe of the planet. He smiled to himself and turned to board his ship for the night.

Darkness.

He could not escape it. It rippled throughout the galaxy like an ill tide. The black omen flowed from a single source. A black-robed man on whose fingertips lightning danced and malice delighted. Fear itself was afraid to enter his presence. Hate loved him. Anger took joy in him.

The wicked man’s dark power overcame the brightness of every star in the galaxy and subdued whole planets with a single word. A massing of warships collected against him and was wiped out. Nothing could counteract this evil figure! The darkness laughed and cast him aside.

He fell farther…and farther…and farther…

Then, Eroth Denor was jerked awake. He remained motionless as his eyes snapped open fitfully and scanned the room in a daze. The Force calmed his nerves and he soon resumed his normal pace of breathing, leaving only a slight vestige of the terror of the night:

Knowledge.

His home was in danger. The very people who exiled him were in dire need of his help. Denor rose from his makeshift cot and stepped outside. It was nearly dawn anyways, hew noted upon seeing the two suns of Tatooine rise slowly over the desolate valleys. Lights began springing up from Mos Eisley.

He cast his eyes skyward. Master, what must I do? His plaintive mental cry resounded within the recesses of his mind. A single answer surfaced. Go to them. He looked toward the sand beneath his feet. He knew what he had to do. He had to be better than they were. He had to go to them in their hour of need.

As he dressed to go to the small town for his final good-byes, he couldn’t help but wonder what good a single man such as himself would do against the might of the falling shroud. He was alarmed, this time, to find no answer forthcoming.

“Friends, my time among you has been short,” he said to the gathered crowd. “But I’ve already come to value you as my own family. I have learned much among you and hope that I have equally enlightened you. Alas, the Force does not will me stay any longer. I must depart for my own home, which has been put in danger by an unknown power. I am afraid for my people.” The crowd looked solemn. The great and wise Ishmael was leaving them after only a few short weeks.

“We will look always to the suns for news of your return, Ishmael,” said the village elder. “Please, come back to us one day, once you have saved your home.” Denor smiled and held his arms aloft in blessing. “May the Force keep you always and bind you in love. If I have taught you one thing, I hope it is this: the power of each other. Alone, you are as nothing in the shifting sands of this world. But together, you can do magnificent things!”

The elder and his people smiled. “May the gods look after you and may always the wind settle under your wings, guiding you to a safe haven, great Ishmael.” Denor turned and walked away. Yes, he would return. When peace was restored to the galaxy as he knew it, he would find this planet again, perhaps even settle down there. That was a lovely thought and he was glad for it. Such things were to be in short order, he portended.

The tall, greasy man with the black hair and green eyes was Aeler Darkvold. Admittedly, there were few who did not know this. But there were several exceptions. Darkvold was a man to be taken seriously at all times. His face was the picture of calm, despite the tumult that reigned within. Darkvold was a deadly, dangerous man indeed. He stood aboard General Balfur Ravenlocke’s personal ship, the Destiny, a modified Subjugator-class battle cruiser. The Subjugator battleship, once the pride of the Confederate Navy, suddenly found itself outdated by the new Battlestars. While most of the navy was made up of Subjugators, many had been sold off for funds to build more Battlestars. Ten had been decommissioned and sold. One had found its way to the black market and into Ravenlocke’s hands.

Subjugator battleships were sleek vessels, designed to get in and out of an engagement quickly. They were highly effective in ambushes. Almost everything on a Subjugator was vaulted. In firepower, they very nearly matched the newer Battlestar warships and were faster. But the Battlestar had one thing that the Subjugator lacked: hyperdrive. The Destiny, however, was a modified Subjugator, which meant everything a Battlestar was and more. Ravenlocke’s ship was more powerful, faster, and better than any Battlestar. Except maybe Lord Fatuus’.

A lesser Brother of the Night, Brother Meynard, approached him. “Supreme Brother Darkvold,” he said meekly. Darkvold regarded him with a deadly eye, cast down his nose at the young brother, but said nothing. Brother Meynard swallowed. “General Ravenlocke requests your presence in his quarters,” he said. Darkvold smiled at Meynard. “Thank you, brother. I will be with him shortly,” he said.

Meynard sighed in relief. “Yes, Supreme Brother.” Darkvold smiled benevolently at Brother Meynard and dismissed him. Yes, Darkvold could be cruel, but he was generally an even-tempered man.

He gazed into space for a few moments before turning and making for General Ravenlocke’s quarters. Space. So much yet to be discovered. Darkvold wondered if they would ever truly know the expanse of the galaxy, let alone the universe. The stars twinkled brightly as jewels in a great black wall, but the darkness prevailed.

Darkvold believed there was a reason for this.

Sighing, he turned and made for Ravenlocke’s quarters. The General was none too pleased. “We’ve not made a single move since the offensive at Alderaan,” he complained from his comfortable chair, his feet propped up so nonchalantly on his desk. Ravenlocke’s fierce blue eyes flashed as he stroked his pointed beard. Above his nose hovered a moustache that spread to the corners of his mouth and took a sharp turn downwards. Ravenlocke was a figure people could look up to. He was the perfect political puppet, thought Darkvold.

“Patience, General,” he cautioned. “The enemy grows ever more complacent. Soon, it will be time.” Ravenlocke took on a dangerous look. “Soon? Why not now? Crush them now, while the fear is in them,” he said. “Now? While their defense is at its height?” retorted Darkvold. “No, General, we will wait. If you had not insisted on the ill-advised strike on Alderaan, we might attack now. But you sent your forces blindly into battle. You alerted them to our presence and our intent. So now, you must wait,” he said.
Ravenlocke looked at him darkly. “I did not hire you for military advice, Brother Darkvold,” he warned. “I hired you because you and your cult may yet prove useful. But insofar, you’ve done nothing but stick your nose where it’s not wanted,” he said.

It was truly fortunate for Ravenlocke that Darkvold was a patient man in spite of his occasional bouts of anger. Instead of incinerating the General (though he thought it, envisioned every aspect of it, in his mind), Darkvold smiled at him. “Come, General. You did not have to hire me. Do not worry, we will serve our purpose when the time comes.” And you, in turn, will serve yours.

This seemed to calm Ravenlocke as he put his feet on the floor and placed his elbows on the desk, sighing. “Perhaps you’re right, Brother,” he admitted. Darkvold had that effect on people. And yes, he was right. “But that does not mean we cannot prepare, General,” he offered conciliatorily. “Measures can be taken for the coming battle. After all, strategy is you field, is it not?” he tempted.

Of course, a man like Ravenlocke couldn’t stand even the hint that they weren’t up to task. “It is,” he said, evenly. The edge Ravenlocke had over most men was his self-control. “It is indeed. In fact, Supreme Brother,” he added wickedly, “I already have a very nasty surprise in store for our Confederacy friends.”

Darkvold smiled. He had calmed the beast. For now. “I’m sure it’s all very fascinating, General, but as you say, that is your affair. Besides, I like a surprise,” he said.
Ravenlocke smiled back at the small joke. “If you’re going back to the bridge,” he said, “tell Admiral Howitz to move into position. He will understand,” said Ravenlocke. “I’m sure he will,” said Darkvold quietly. “Well, until next time, General.” Darkvold bowed and exited the room.

He did, in fact, go to the bridge and he related the message. Then, he returned to his watch. The night sky was a deadly thing. And he loved it.

The Dark Side was truly a marvelous thing.

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Kashyyk

"Ah bah," said a troop as he dropped one of the crates that were to be carried to the outpost. The master had called this place their new home, not that far from Courasant it would be useful in a later attack. No one questioned their answers, they had heard of troops who disobeyed orders. And they weren't nice stories. The troop quickly picked up the crate and continued his duties.

"Tell me how the process is going," commanded Talell to a commander. "The world seems to be inhabited by some other creature. We are certain nothing will interfere though. These beings will be useful for slaves." The man strolled off to continue his jobs.

"Arg!" Likadas slammed his fists on a computer. "I've calculated it tons of times and there is no way we can ever overthrow the confederacy!"

"Try using new variables Likadas." Likadas felt a sudden chill down his spine. A deep breath almost. He stumbled foward. "Klator Defruca," he stuttered, "I... I will do as you ask."

OOC: It's finally here!

Very well Melkor, I am rewmoving my "taint" from the Old Republic Thread.

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Koros Major

The world of Koros was not the most hospitable, but nevertheless Tionax felt drawn to it. He had survived an attack by the authorities of Empress Teta and had gone into hiding, training and practising his force skills, until he felt confident enough in his abilities to take on even the best of warriors.

The capital of Koros was known for its dark twisting alleyways and it was along these that Tionax was travelling. Jedi knights existed on Koros, and he had no wish to bring the authorities down on hsi head again. He was taking this route to a starship dealer. On the back of his speeder bike was a chest full of gold. Tionax was planning on using this to buy himself a ship.

The ship in question was called Shadow Runner. It was a sleek black vessel, with a round, disc shaped cockpit and twin engine nacelles extending out in a U shape from the rear of the cockpit. Tionax handed over the credits, and went up into his ship. Included in this deal was a full fuel load, meaning that Tionax could make it as far as the Expansion regions and back several times before needed more. Not that he would be heading there.

He was going in search of a brotherhood of dark force users called the Brotherhood of the Night. Hopefully he would be able to "pursuede" the leaders to give him a prominent position in their organisation. For now he was going top Coruscant, centre of the Condfederacy, to look for clues as to the whereabouts of this mysterious brotherhood.

OOC: Awesome! Looks good so far, everyone! Melkor, great intro post, even though it took a long time to read!

IC:
Subjugator-class Battleship Destiny

General Ravenlocke hated how Aeler Darkvold always made him feel confused. He admired the former Jedi’s power, but could help but resent it at the same time. Maybe because it seemed like Darkvold had power even over the great Balfur Ravenlocke.

Sighing, General Ravenlocke sat upright, placing his feet on the floor of his luxurious office. The General was a young man with clearly defined features. He sported a small, triangular beard and a moustache that ran along his upper lip before turning down at the corner of his mouth. He massaged this small beard as he leaned his elbows on the desk, reflecting on his recent meeting with the sinister Aerel Darkvold.

An aide entered through the double doors. “Sir, your presence is requested on the bridge,” he said. Ravenlocke nodded. “All right, I’ll be right there.”

The aide bowed and left. Ravenlocke stood, preparing to go, but before he did, he powered down the computer in front of him. The massive battle plans disappeared from the screen as the machine shut off until its master’s return. No use in leaving such delicate files open for any spy to simply waltz in and look at – or a confounded Brother of the Night. Ravenlocke knew it unlikely for the Confederacy to have a spy anywhere near Alliance space, but the Brothers were all around. Yes, they were powerful, but they were also dangerous, to friend as well as foe.

Ravenlocke quit his office (which doubled as the General’s quarters) and made for the bridge of the brilliant Subjugator battleship. The Admiral in charge of the fleet, a man named Eregod Howitz, saluted. “The fleet is prepared to move out on your orders, General,” Admiral Howitz reported. “Hold for a while. Supreme Brother Darkvold advises against an assault just yet. Did you receive my message?” he added.

Admiral Howitz was an aging man, much older than Ravenlocke, but he had total faith in General Ravenlocke’s skill as a tactician. Howitz had been instrumental in Ravenlocke’s rise to power. He smiled. “Yes, sir. And I must say, the battle plan looks solid. If I believed in sure things, this would be it.”

“You are wise, then,” said Ravenlocke. “It may be solid, but anything could go wrong. As always, Darkvold and his bothersome brothers must not find out,” he said. Howitz grinned at the alliteration. “Of course, sir. The Brotherhood will not know,” he promised.

Ravenlocke grinned back. “Excellent. We may be launching that attack sooner than anticipated. Sooner than Darkvold will count on.” Howitz raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s wise, General? If we launch the attack before the Brotherhood is ready, they may be caught unprepared. Personally, I thought we would rely heavily on their power in the battle.”

Ravenlocke scoffed. “We won’t need to rely on them, Admiral. Special powers or no, the might of the Thyferran Alliance’s navy will bring the Confederacy to its knees. Besides, the Brothers should be ready at a moment’s notice; otherwise I have no use for them. You, however, must be ready at all times for the order. Understood?”

Admiral Howitz was somewhat put off by Ravenlocke’s impudence, but managed to answer, “Yes, sir.” Ravenlocke smiled and placed a hand on Howitz’s shoulder. “You’re a fine officer, Admiral Howitz. One day, when I control the galaxy, you shall hold a very lofty position indeed,” he promised. Howitz nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

“That reminds me,” said Ravenlocke. “Do you have any more data on this ‘Lord Fatuus’ character? I would know my enemy before I crush him beneath my heel.” Howitz pulled out a disc. “A scout ship returned with this earlier today. It had received a transmission from one of our spies on Coruscant. His last transmission, apparently. I was going to have it scanned for authenticity, but if you desire it, I will hand it over now.”

“I do desire it, Admiral,” said Ravenlocke, taking the disc. “I can analyze this myself. Thank you Admiral.” Howitz saluted. “Always proud to do my duty, sir,” he said. Ravenlocke smiled. “Oh, there will be enough time for that, dear Admiral Howitz. I will retire for the evening, now. Should anything arise, please do not hesitate to wake me.” “I won’t, sir. Have a good rest,” said Howitz. “I suggest you do the same soon, Admiral. I will need my top officer well-rested for the battle ahead.” Howitz smiled and saluted again.

General Ravenlocke returned to his quarters. He placed the disc in a computer drive and waited as the computer uploaded the data.

“Transmission from Unit #403, stationed on Coruscant, Confederacy of Core Worlds. Priority one communiqué.

“My lords, I have secured much data from Coruscant’s central computer. While many files are restricted from the library’s computers, data on Lord Ignus Fatuus flows like water over rock. Born and raised on Coruscant nearly forty-five Confederate years ago, the Lord served admirably as a politician and mayor of the city. His father, Deshund Fatuus, was key in founding the Confederacy amongst the major worlds of the Core, even stretching its bounds as far out as the Corellian system. Deshund perished in a speeder accident several years ago, however, immediately after his son’s election to the Lordship of the Confederacy.

“The new Lord Fatuus has been one of the best things to happen to the Confederacy. The overall economy has been brought up along with the standard of living. The military has become more centralized, with an office on Coruscant. While each individual world relies mainly on its militia, units are required to serve up to five years in the main army. This law has proven difficult to enforce, however, and now the Confederacy’s army numbers very few. More on this to follow as military files will require deeper hacking.

“Lord Fatuus, in short, has centralized the government more than thought possible. If he continues on this course, it is possible he may form a tight union of planets in the Core regions, strong enough to oppose our advances.”

This was indeed troubling. This Lord Fatuus was becoming a greater thorn in his side with each passing sentence. “My recommendation,” the recording continued, “is to capture Lord Fatuus as soon as possible, before he can pose a real threat. I suggest that you…wait. Wait, something’s coming. I can hear…footsteps!”

A blaster clicked in the background. Another voiced came onto the recording. “What are you doing back here?” it demanded. “Private call. Please, do not bother me. Leave me be!” replied the spy.

Several more blasters clicked in the background. “I think not,” said the second voice. “General Ravenlocke…!” shouted the spy before blaster fire silenced him for good. Ravenlocke’s eyes were wide.

The second voice came on next. “Hear me, General Ravenlocke, whoever you are. You will not assault this great Confederacy of Core Worlds. We are more powerful than you know. You would do well to think twice before attacking us!” And with that, the transmission died.

General Ravenlocke stroked his pointed beard. At least they didn’t know just who he was….yet. He felt sorry for the poor man, the man whom he had sent to his death, but he was not sorry for the information gained. It was disturbing. He had known Lord Fatuus to be a powerful and semi-popular leader, but never did he suspect the danger to his plans the man posed. Perhaps Brother Darkvold was right. He called Admiral Howitz.

“Admiral, perhaps you’re right. We will hold off the attack until the Brotherhood is ready. I have a feeling they will prove more useful than I anticipated. Ravenlocke out.”

He sat back, stroking his beard once more. He brought up his genius battle plan and gazed at it. Magnificent! Truly remarkable. And, coupled with the power of the Alliance navy and the Brotherhood of the Night, it would lead him to total dominance of the galaxy! He let loose a laugh that would be felt in the hearts of the Confederacy.

Name: Screed--Screed
Job: Space Pirate
Species: Mandalorian
Vehicle: Mandalorian Starfighter-Black Swoop
Weapon:Power Scythe and twin mandalorian pistols
Bio:a mandalorian elite from concord dawn trained in melee combat and a expert at dual pistols,,he wears blood red mandalorian armour he is indeed a force to be reckoned with

OOC: Congratulations on the start of the thread Melkor! Time to introduce the Jedi to the scheme of things.

The Great Jedi Temple, Ossus

Rain battered the graveyard relentlessly, as if to wash away the dirt that covered the corpses of a thousand Jedi that had died before. The lone figure stood alone in the rain, reflecting quietly by their final resting place.

Terrag Amayo wiped a strand of his long, dark, hair from his brown eyes, and looked down at the grave he was currently facing. Unlike many of the other markers, this one was carved in stone, and the writing had faded from age.

In memory of Lienad Amayo, may the Force be with him always, the grave said.

Terrag stared at his ancestor's grave for a very long time, as his mind raced with questions. Lienad was renowned for his knowledge, and Terrag wished he possessed the same qualities of this Jedi Master. From what he could recall, he had been criticized for being impulsive, but as he aged, he learned the valuable lessons of thinking before acting. Such lessons had helped him rise from a mere Padawan to the powerful leader of the Jedi Order. It was odd that Terrag did not know much other than his time of isolated training. Perhaps this was why he was so intune with the Force.

Situated on Ossus, the world which many believed the Jedi first evolved, the Jedi Order was a powerful entity that employed several thousand Force-users of the light. Long ago, the men of Lienad Amayo's era came up with the concept that the Jedi's powers should be used for the good of the people, and not simply for themselves. Thus the Jedi had gone out into the galaxy, and for the most part their acts were considered benevolent.

Though it was not an official part of the Core World confederacy, Jedi were stationed throughout its star systems on numerous temples and outposts. Terrag refused to call them 'garrisons', though critics of the Jedi often called them this.

Terrag knew many leaders of the Confederacy wondered about the future the Jedi would play in its development. He already knew the answer to that. The Jedi must stay separated from the political entity, so that their Order could remain pure. But due to the emergence of the Brotherhood of the Night, which was formed by fallen Jedi, Terrag's order was becoming more and more involved with confederate leaders each day.

He felt a presence behind him, and turned around to find Kiyara Yuran, another fellow Jedi Master. Kiyara had radiant dark hair and piercing green eyes. She often worked with Terrag on difficult missions. It was she who had been there when his young Padawan had been slain just over a year ago. Terrag wondered if he loved her, but he knew that his dedication to the Force must always come before his...desires.

"It's cold out here you know. You've been sitting in the rain for hours staring at that grave," Kiyara said.

Terrag brushed another hair away, and stretched his lithe body. "I was just consulting my ancestors to see what do next."

"One day, you'll realize, Master Amayo, that we should take our own lessons from the ancestors' time, not simply copy their exact lifestyle."

Terrag turned and eyed her sadly. "To stray from the path, is a dangerous thing, Kiyara. It leads to conflict, and destruction. It is why things like the Brotherhood of the Night are formed."

"We have operatives searching the galaxy for them. Why must you continue to worry over them? Surely the Confederacy can handle itself for now."

"There is something much more here, Kiyara. I believe the Brotherhood is far stronger than we believe. And we must crush it, before something...terrible happens." Terrag did not realize that he had gripped onto a small rock, and had crushed it into tiny fragments. Kiyara simply stared at him.

"Very well, Master Amayo. I will leave you to your thoughts."

She left him there in the rain, while he continued to think.

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Kashyyyk

A minor base had been set up in the dark forests on the surface of the planet Kashyyyk. Talell was standing in silence. He had been informed earlier that this new unknow species had a village near his position. He was waiting for Klator Defruca to come to accompany him the raid the village.

Defruca arrived, earlier than Talell anticipated. "Sir, we are ready," Defruca said with the hiss all Trandoshans seemed to have.

"Let us move out than," Talell smirked. It was puring heavy rains down upon him and the squad. They were 50m and closing whenan arrow went into a soldier's back, instanly killing him.

"It has begun," Talell mumered. Lasers flew everywhere. One, two odd creatures dead and counting. An arrow only slightly missed Talell. He moved ahead 40 steps and there it was. High above a small village with women and children and some men. Excellent, the will make excellent slaves. Talell thought. A loud roar went off and more of the creatures came, this time without a weapons, but they surronded Talell.

The being was hairy all over his body and was tall. One of the things grabbed Talell by the throat. Before the being could kill Talell it died, Defruca had threw an arrow from a downed soldier into its back. Talell had little time to recover. He threw a grenade into the village. There would be survivers. The grenade went off and bodies lew, the village was engulfed in flames. The odd thing stood in awe and watched.

Talell laughed, "Now kill them!" He retreated and all of the creatures ran toward the village. The lasers were ready and they fired, massacring them. There were roars of pain, but that didn't stop Talell.

Something roared to their left, then their right. They turned around to run, but they were trapped.

Kashyyk:

Julca's ship came out of hyperspace in the Kashyyk system where a group of space pirates was said to have been. Moments later, he saw a squadron of starfighters approaching the fleet. although they were heavily modified Wolf class attack gunships they were no match for Julca's 1000-meter long ship, the Saber. A lieutenant came up to him and asked

(Lieutenant)"Sir, should we order the fighters out?"

(Julica)"Yes, send Tiger and Wraith Squadron out to meet them"

A larger ship approached, it was probably 200-meters long, but still, dwarfed by the Saber came out with more gunships. The battle was intense, missles, laser flying everywhere ships exploding. But since the pirates were outnumbered they were soon destroyed by the Conederacy's ships.

Julca saw a settlement on the planets surface, and told the ships crew to land there. And plus, his ship needed supplies badly.

(Julca)"Prepare and squad of troops and tell the two jedi to come as well"

(Officer)"Yes sir"

The Saber launched two landing craft readied with troops. Julca quicky readied the speeders and equipment. And they sped off to the battle. The battle was centered around a settlement of huts from what looked like primitive apes. Julca saw two of the "apes" approach them, along with a human.

(Wookie)"Rawwrhh"

(Julca)"who are you?"

(Human)"He askeed you why you're here"

(Julca)"We came to investigate a group of space pirates in the system"

(Wookie)"Argggh Rawww"

(Human)"He says that the pirates have been attacking their villages and enslaving the people. And that the Thyfferran Alliance has been along with them"

(Julca)"We're trying to destroy these pirates as with the Thyferran Alliance-but I can't help you unless you joned the Confederacy of Core Worlds"

(Wookie)"Arrw, ar arwww"

(Human)"He says, follow him"

They walked into one of the larger huts, they were greeted by more of the ape like creatures which Julca learned were called "Wookies" and were not at all primitive.

(Wookie Chief)"Rawwrr, ar ar Gwar"

(Human)"He says that he needs your help to beat back the pirates, also that the planet is under constant attack from the inner rim warlords and that his people need your help too"

(Julca)"Tell him I can't help him unless Kashyyk joined the Confederacy of Core Worlds"

(Wookie Chief)"Arrrrrwww"

(Human)"The Chief says that he'll do whatever it takes to free his people"

Later that day Julca contacted Coruscant and they would agree to draw up and official treaty. With the help of translators Julca talked to the chief over what to do about the Thyferran Alliance and the pirates. Kashyyk would join the Confederacy in a few days.

[This message has been edited by Mister Bigglesworth (edited 01-22-2005 @ 01:40 PM).]

OOC: Well done, Milky. Nice starter post. I claim aqua, since my usual orange has been taken.

Btw, Ni, can I have your MSN/AIM?

[This message has been edited by Omnipotent Penguin (edited 01-22-2005 @ 10:02 AM).]

Wait penguin-I like aqua better, wanna trade you can have orange and I can have aqua?

Sure! I've always used orange since I started using colour in Shadow's RPGs, but I couldn't in AoD since it was already taken.

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Mister Bigglesworth places ORANGE into machine

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In return for ORANGE Ominpotent Penguin places AQUA into trader.

Mister Bigglesworth waves farewell to ORANGE.

Omnipotent Penguin says goodbye to AQUA.

Mister Bigglesworth received AQUA!

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EDIT: Ni, how come you're a member of the Confed and TA? You're like... against yourself.

[This message has been edited by Omnipotent Penguin (edited 01-22-2005 @ 12:25 PM).]

OOC: Bigglesworth, I attacked only one village and I am still trying to enslave it. Also how would you know the language of the Wookies? Their a brand new species. Also that is too quick for a bill or whatever to be made. Wookies at this point are not advanced and you clearly state they are. The Confederacy would not send aid that quickly.

The Wookiees would still be fierce fighters, and if they hadn't developed lasers, they'd have gunpowder/other explosive substance weapons.

Can't you read? There's a human translator that tells me what the Wookies are saying. He always says "The chief says...". And how to you know they aren't advanced? Your not the master here so you'll have to respect what I said. But, you're right too quick for a treaty-will be changed. And the aid I was talking about didn't come that day-those were MY forces. Also from your post I got the impression you were a large pirate faction attacking and enslaving villages constantly.

OOC: I dicovered Kashyyyk just recently. Can't you read. There was no hyperspace before recently therefore no human could find Kashyyyk until I did recently.

EDIT: Penguin I never said they weren't fierce fighters I said they weren't advanced as in Technology Advanced.

I know their not advanced because they used arrows and not lasers.

[This message has been edited by Victor von Doom (edited 01-22-2005 @ 01:38 PM).]

The Wookies have bowcasters. Victor-you are really annoying just let things flow-it doesn't matter if there are a bunch of mistakes.

Quote:

So your giving them bows and arrows just so you can win easily.

PS-read my edited post.

[This message has been edited by Mister Bigglesworth (edited 01-22-2005 @ 01:40 PM).]

They don't have lasers yet, but they're likely to have bullet weapons. They are an intelligent race.

Also, is this going to be purely char based, or a mix of fleet and char?

OOC: Bigglesworth I did not give them bow and arrows so they would lose with ease. If you read the end of my post my men were retreating. I never called them stupid either, they wiped out quite a few of my men and the battle isn't over. They also as I stated are stealthly and strong. They are not at all stupid.

This argument will continue of MSN or AIM if it will continue at all. I will not continue to spam Melkor's RPG with our oetty argument.

Coruscant
"Inhabitants of Coruscant!" bellowed Bekk Sang into the crowd, amplifier attached to his jaw. "A year of blood, struggle, and change is ahead! We must follow the change already occuring, and shape it to our purposes. We must make a strong government. We must stay alert to the machinations of the so-called Confederacy. One week ago, twelve neatly marked graves were made because one guard couldn't stay awake on the job - but they are Confederate graves, because we caught them asleep! If we rise, a hundred, nay, a thousand will follow every being who supports the Revolution!"

The crowd below Sang cheered. The Confederacy was ripe for the Revolution.

Six hours later
Sang was in his private apartments. Zel, his Geonosion adviser, bodyguard, valet, butler, and friend, took his jacket calmly.

Bekk glanced at Zel, "Well, what is your opinion?"
<My opinion, m'sieur, is that they love you. They will follow you to death, life, freedom, or oppression. But they will follow you,> Zel gutturally spoke in Geonosion.

Bekk smiled wearily and went to the refresher. When he came out, Zel was there.
<Should I tell my uncles to follow through on the jobs?>
"Yes, Zel. Another Confederate dignitary dead will do the Revolution good."
Zel nodded and left. Bekk trudged to his futon and fell asleep.

Okay lets drop the arguement and just go along with the thread.

Kashyyk:

Four weeks later-we had drawn up an official agreement and Kashyyk was part of the Confederacy. the pirate attacks had subsided and reinforcements had arrived from Couscant. We were teaching the Wookies how to buld lasers and starships-all very new to them. The Wookies quickly adapted to the new technology and their bowcasters now fired out laser bolts but still needed perfecting. They also were learning about starships and the newly developed hypercrives-the Wookies had yet to send a starship into space but were progressing.

Lord Ignus Fatuus was happy over Kashyyk joining the Confederacy. Also some Wookies were deciding to join the Confederacy's army-the Wookies were huge and good at knocking over enemies and tearing things apart.

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Kashyyyk

They were surronded, the creatures came from every side. They were doomed. Talell watch how his men would not falter, they were ready for a fight to the death. "So it begins," Talell mumered under his breath. The creatures came running. Some men pulled out knifes, their weapons were overheated.

"Talell, tell the men to focus on the southern enemies!" Defruca screamed. Talell thought why, but then he noticed Defruca's plan: to destroy one incoming force of the oppresors. They would then retreat. Incoming arrows were slaying his men and if they weren't hit by an arrow they were stabbed or strangled. Three men and Talell tryed to take out some of the enemies, as stated in Defruca's plan.

It wasn't working. Then Talell thought of it. The village was about to collapse and would burn everything in its path. "Fall back to the northern village. I repeat fall back." The men ran toward the beasts. At least three men were lost during the charge, but the rest made it. They stood there the enemy charged. "FIRE!" Talell screamed and the men started to shoot the village supports, making the village collapsing on the attackers.

"That won't stop them for long. We must hurry back to the camp." Defruca screamed. The men started to run and archers still were shooting into the backs of troops as the ran...

The wookies don't use bows n' arrows they use bowcasters that before they used laser they had metal bolts.

I'm pretty sure the Wookiees are beyond bows and arrows, but now at lasers yet. Gunpowder weapons, at least.

[This message has been edited by Omnipotent Penguin (edited 01-22-2005 @ 02:21 PM).]

Yeah-in my last post the Confederacy is teaching them how to build lasers, starships, etc. And they are still adapting to all the new technology.

In order to fix the earlier argument I have decided that the Wookies I attacked were extremely primitive and were banished from the rest of their people, there fore they can have bow and arrows.

Oh and Bigglesworth isn't that too little time for four weeks to have gone by?

Hehehe lets try not to argue so much guys if possible... this is only the beginning of the thread and we don't want it flooded with arguments. Instead of arguing and just pointing out each others fault try to work something out or talk to Melkor.

Hehehehe this is going to be fun Melkor. Or Milky.

Ohh and I have found out who my War Lord shall be! The Bio for the Dashade was taken from www.starwars.com

Name: Serian Hidari
Occupation: War Lord
Species: Dashade (During the height of Dashade civilization, the powerfully-built people were ruled by aggressive warlords. The harsh conditions of Urkupp, the sun-scorched resource-poor home world of the Dashade, fostered a philosophy of rule by strength. When their early space faring efforts revealed to the Dashade a larger galaxy populated by Jedi and the ancient Sith, it only strengthened these ideas. The Dashade found allies in both the Sith and the Jedi. The ancient Jedi Knights used Dashade combat instructors to hone the warrior skills of their young Padawans. Not only were the Dashade physically resilient opponents, but they showed a partial immunity to Force-based powers. The Sith, too, employed the Dashade, as guards and assassins.)
Bio: Serian is the ruler of all the Dashade and a very aggressive person as are most of his people. Serian was born to two War lords, both of his parents ruled his people with a cruel and hard hand, and from the beging of his life he was trained in combat. Serian also is totally immune to force based attacks, many of his people can resist them but a few are actually immune to attacks from the force and he is one. He first earned his right as a commander when he slaughtered a Jedi and his Padawan. He later on killed his parents and took over the Dashade Empire; he called back all Dashade from other worlds and managed to cobble together a good size fleet and an army. He is a cruel being who enjoys the deaths of others, and would not hesitate to kill someone if he thought they were planning against him.

Okay now to bring my characters into the story.

Andora Venorr

Andora took in a slow breath, trying to calm her frazzled nerves, she was calm and serene, she was a Jedi Master and she would not loose her temper. She slowly opened her eyes and gave a sweet smile to the man in front of her, "Maybe you don't understand," she whispered to him, her voice low and cold. "But I am here for a man by the name of Laurence Haden, I know he is here cause I just saw him walk in several minutes ago."

The man at the counter continued to give her a blank stare, though she noticed he was eyeing her body quite a bit. MEN! She sighed and this time reached out with the force as she looked at him hard, holding his eyes were her glare she said, "Where is Laurence Haden," when she said it she gave a little pushed with the force.

"He is in room 218, take turbo lift 9," said the man in a drone type voice.

"Thank you!" Andora said, giving him a smile she turned and sauntered off towards turbo lift nine. Men she passed quickly made room for her, bowing; nodding, smiling, most had probably never seen anyone as beautiful as her. She returned all of their smiles with nods but on the most part ignored them. She was in charge of the Jedi out Post in the system, her job was to watch things and make sure that things remained in order.

For the most part it was easy, several other Jedi were here as well under her command and noting major had happened until one of the Jedi had turned up dead. Shocked at the death they found burns on his, long slashes and they knew immediately that he had been killed by another Jedi. A few days later another Jedi had been found, his head severed from his body.

She had ordered the rest of the Jedi to lay low for a while, to see if anything turned up and luckily something did. She had received news that a Jedi was going to be in this hotel tonight, meeting with a Man known as Laurence Haden. She had managed to find Laurence and track him here, and now all she had to do was get to his room and see who exactly this rogue Jedi was.

Once she was in the turbo lift she pushed in the code from room 218, and set back to wait as the lift shot up. Soon it came to a stop, and the doors swung open with a ding. She stepped out to find herself in a large hallway. She marched defiantly down it, till she came to the right room, and with a quick breath she opened the door. Darkness, she peered into it and saw that the room was empty. With a sigh of disappointment she walked into the room, shutting the door behind her.

She cast a quick glance around and found that besides a bed, chair, and a table the room was empty and void of anything. Bummer, her contacts must have got their information wrong. She turned to leave but stopped when the sound of heavy footsteps came from outside the room. She gave a quiet curse and quickly slipped into the closet, closing the door just enough to hide her but leaving it open enough so she could see out.

Minutes later the door opened and two people walked in, one was a short, round little man. He waddled in, shaking his head and muttering something; she knew limitedly that is was Laurence Haden. His salt and pepper black hair was thin and very wispy, he had a short bearded and a long scar running down his chin.

Behind him came a man she did not recognize at all, he was a monster no doubt. He stood well over 6’5” and was all muscle by the looks of him. His arms were bigger around then her head, and he wore a long flowing cape and black robes. Even though he was big he seemed to almost float across the ground and she knew in an instant that he was the rouge Jedi. The way he walked and moved suggested that he had, had Jedi training, it also showed that he knew how to fight. The very way he moved suggested that he could handle himself well in a battle, he was deadly, that much was obvious.

“You don’t know the risk I am taking!” grumbled Laurence, “And as soon as you come in with your part of the deal I wi-“

“I have already followed up with my end,” replied the massive man, his voice like a peal of thunder.

Laurence turned around, shock written on his face, “Already, but we just spoke yesterday!”

Even though she couldn’t see his face she knew the man was smiling, “I went to their so called “secret” base yesterday and made sure that everyone one of them was dead. They were rather pitiful, most of them no more then padawans when it came to fighting. The Jedi Master wasn’t there though, though he was.” The man reached into his cloak to bring out a struggling little boy, Andora stifled a shriek as she recognized her son.

“Ahhhh so this is the little boy who can control the weather,” whispered Laurence, “Give him to me and we will see to it that the Brother Hood becomes the dominant ruler in this system.”

The Brother Hood, Andora felt her blood freeze in her veins. She knew who this man was, he was Dreadnaught, he alone had managed to kill four Jedi Masters in one battle and only master Terrag had ever beaten him in a fight. “And here is what is left of the dead Jedi,” said Dreadnaught as he reached into his cloak to pull out a large burlap bag. He opened it and dumped its contents on the floor. Andora turned in the corner and lost her lunch, out of the bag topple the heads of all the Jedi who were under her command. Their faces twisted into screams of pain and horror, their large lifeless eyes open in a cry for help.

Laurence nearly collapsed when he saw them but managed to regain his composure, “Good,” he said, “now give me the boy an-”

He was cut off as Dreadnaught raised his hand. Andora froze as she watched Dreadnaught looking around, then he reached up and pulled his hood from his face. “So little Jedi,” he whispered, “You’ve come for your boy.”

Andora knew she had to act, she called on the force and released a torrent of wind, the closet door ripped off its hinges and went flying into the air, hitting Laurence and ripping his body in half. Dreadnaught was ready and in an instant two red lightsabers leaped into his hands and with a roar he charged her. Andora called on the force and in the blink of an eye a small storm appeared in the room, with a bright flash lighting and wind came from the storm, Andora raised her hand and called on the force, sending Dreadnaught flying against the door, he went right through it and crashed into the wall opposite the hall.

Andora reached into her silver robes to pull out her two lightsabers, she ignited the purple blades and brought them up just as Dreadnaught came rushing at her with a snarl of fury. My god he’s fast, she thought as she blocked his blows and cuts, parrying him. She knew she was no match for him, this was a loosing battle.

She fought hard though, flipping and twisting and he came at her, he was an animal, possible the fastest lightsaber fighter she had ever seen. No matter what she did he always intercepted her blows and retruned them with more of his. It was becoming harder and harder to block his blows as they came faster and harder.

Andora realized she had to leave, or it would be over in seconds, she called on the force and a strong wind whipped into the room, forming a tornado that pulled chairs and other objects into it. She then turned it on Dreadnaught who fought to keep it from sucking him in. Then she raised her hand and used the force to pull her son into her arms before turning and jumping out the window.

They fell for a matter of seconds before the wind caught her and lifted her into the sky. She turned to see the tornado disappear and a man in black robes standing there, staring at her. A soft voice whispered in her mind we’ll meet again young Jedi and next time you won’t be do lucky Then he was gone, and she knew deep down they would meet again, but she prayed it wouldn’t be for a long time.

Andora managed to find her way to a comm. Station, after paying the fee she sent a message to master Terrag, “Master,” she said, her face pale and worn, “I have troubled and disturbing news, the Brother Hood of Night have revealed themselves and are seeking to control the Tireth System. All the Jedi with me are dead, I am sorry but there was nothing I could do.” She shook her head, trying not to cry as she composed herself, “The Brother Hood has sent Dreadnaught, he… he slaughtered the other Jedi and nearly killed me but I managed to escape. I am waiting for further orders, Andora Venorr out.” With that she shut down the comlink and then burst into tears.

[This message has been edited by DarkSideFire (edited 01-22-2005 @ 03:27 PM).]

To the people on kashyyk: Shut up! Oh, and just so you know, wookies helped to develop navicomputer technology, so you might want to include that sometime later.

Oficial post will come later, lots of homework this weekend.

Skyes walked into the military HQ of Thyferra.

"Chief Marshal," said a soldier, on desk duty. He saluted, as did Skyes.
"Hello, Private. I need to speak to General Ravenlocke, as soon as possible." Skyes showed no emotion in her voice; it was impossible to tell if she was angry or alarmed.

The Private typed something into his keypad, and a few seconds later, a bleeping sound.

"He'll be with you as soon as he can."

OOC: Please, stop arguing. This is full of OOC posts already...

[This message has been edited by Omnipotent Penguin (edited 01-22-2005 @ 03:32 PM).]

Okay Victor-arguements over. We're done. No more arguing about the Wookies.