Grand Admiral Vra looked out the viewport of his Super Star Destroyer, Thrawn. Before him was the vast fleet that he had taken with him to Csilla, illuminated against the blueish maze of hyperspace. Star Destroyers, Dreadnaughts, Interdictors, and various strike cruisers and blastboats, all at his command, at his disposable.

Thrawn would be proud of him.

His second in command, Admiral Rogriss, walked up to him. "Admiral, our ETA to Csilla is five minutes."

"Thank you, Admiral." Vra replied with a nod. His bodyguard and personal shadow agent, Alema Rar, stirred from where she had been leaning against the wall, her droid arm whirring and clicking as she stretched.

"Are you sure that the Chiss will be eager to negotiate?" she asked. "I know that you serve under Thrawn, but-"

"Don't worry," Vra assured her. "My being associated with Thrawn isn't my only bargaining ticket."

Alema cocked an eyebrow at him. "Then what else is there? This fleet? Are you going to bully them into joining you?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Vra chided her. "My other leverage is our recent conquest of Thyferra, and Admiral Rogriss rather stunning display of tactics against that Galactic Alliance fleet that stumbled upon them as they were taking the world. Even a Chiss will be impressed by our skill and military might."

He turned to leave. "Inform me when we drop out of hyperspace. I want to speak with Sev'mertal'chaf myself." he said just before he passed through the doorway.

It started!!! Woot! Uber first post Cheapy! Now, what to write...

What's going on? Everyone said that they wanted this to get started, and I'm the only one that's posted...

Still thinking... and, uh, I got it!
The small fleet of the New Rebelion orbited Corrilia, the only world on their side. Aboard the small MC80 Hornet's Sting, Captin Skyes waited. He had nearly been waiting for a week. A friend of his, a smuggler, had promised him a suplies shipment nearly three days ago. As things went, they didn't have any money, or suplies, reling on Black Market deals to keep them alive. He looked around his office. There wasn't a thing you couldn't buy for over ten credits in it. his desk itself was part of metal bulkhead found in space. He had left the New Republic nearly a month ago. The corruption that grew was amazing. Once again, fight for freedom. Empires rise, and fall. My fear is that the New Republic was begining to start a new one.

Vra saw Rogriss' reflection in the viewprot in front of him. "Yes, Admiral?"

"We have just exited hyperspace, Sir. The Chiss are hailing us, demanding our intentions."

"Tell them that we mean them no harm, and that we are here to negotiate an alliance with the Ruling Houses."

"Yes, Admi-"

Suddenly an alarm blared in Vra's cabin. "What in blazes-"

"It's a battle alert!" Rogriss exclaimed. "What is going on?"

An image of the junior captain appeared on the terminal on Vra's desk. "Sirs, there is a Super-class Star Destroyer on an intercept course for our fleet! It is being escorted by a Chiss Defense Fleet!"

Rogriss looked at Vra. "It seems that the Chiss want nothing to do with us, sir. Shall we engage?"

"Hold here, Admiral. It's a bluff. They mean to test us. If we attack or leave, it will prove that we aren't an ally worth protecting or helping. Hold your fire."

Darth Kiev, when you are ready to hire me. Just send a message to him or somthing.

And also, I am not the leader of the hutts. Don't put me as it.

The sky over Taris was its normal surreal tan with the lazy lofting long strung out clouds drifting through the sky with the occasional privateer frigate or corvette entering the atmosphere. Lines of sky cars filled the upper city sky line with the hum and buzz of the engins. Sleeking along with the normal cars was a YT-1210, which had obviously been modified to the owners personal preference. Noticably thiner and sleeker, it was a dark black and blue with definitive white lines around the jet black window and ramp. The turrets on the top and bottem were enlongated for long range attacks. It moved seemingly quicker than the others, drifting from lane to lane, with purpose and motive.

It slowly came to a stop over a landing area, conected by a narrow covered bridge, closely with another where a large Correalian Corvette sat, with many armed Zabreks, Humans, and Twi'Leks. As the YT-1210 turned around and landed, the door opened but no one came out. Having noticed somone had landed on a reserved landing pad couplet, the dock manager stared out the window of the control booth outside watching the YT-1210 closely. He ruffled through his agenda for today and saw that it had been booked for the entire week by Tela'Namp, A rich Twi'Lek with many trigger happy friends. The dock manager rushed from his booth into the windy platform, which jolted from a tall building in the middle of the uppper city of sprawling Taris. He quickly marched up to the YT-1210 and stopped at the extended ramp before him. After a moment of silence he knew he had to inform the person that this was resereved and that they would both be killed if he did not move the ship and quick. The dock manager slowly inched up the ramp and poked his head inside the ship. He looked around and saw a cross-road of hallways with and at the end of the hallway before him, a garage of sorts with a air speeder and several parts and tools laying about. The two other directions, to his left and right, and one halway going at an angle between the onramp and the right. He dare not go any further. He feared it was a trap.

Somone then snapped their fingers behind him and he quickly jerked around, adjusting his glasses only to stare into the barrel of a silenced pistol. There was a flash and the tall, dark character lowered his weapon at the sight of the dock manager sprawled out in front of him, with his head, half taken off and brain matter splattered behind him. He quickly glanced around for witness, of which there were none, and picked up the body and threw it over the side of the platform. The man holstered his weapon and quickly moved to the managers former post and searched for the rich Twi'Leks itinerary. After a few minutes of searching through papers and data logs he found it marked "Tela'Naps Schedule". He grined beneath his his helmet and stood from the chair and looked out the window only to see his ship surrounded by the armed men who were standing around the Corvette. "Damnit" Akest enhaled to himself. He glanced around the room trying to collect his thought and formulate a plan of escape and revenge. He was very particular on who could enter his ship.

Akest exited the boot and immediatly straffed to the right behind a large stack of boxes. Through one of the cracks he watched them defile his ship by entering it and...searching through his crates. He spied one taking out his sniper rifle. The anger boiled inside him and he stood and raised one of his silencer equiped pistols at the head of one of the pillagers and stood for a moment. When he cought himself he quickly lowered his pistol and ducked back down before anyone of them saw him. He thought to himself "Don't *pauk* this up, I can't take them all at once....Kill three and fight the other four...I can take four...sure I can..." He continued to reassure himself. In reality me more than likely could have taken all nine but he always short changed himself. He looked further to his right to the edge of the platform and inched closer and closer, occasionaly glancing up through the boxes at the pillagers to renew his hatred for them and to assure himself they did not see him. When he reached the edge he turned and put his back to the endless sky of sky cars and bardges that gently soared passed him. He crouched and grabbed onto the ledge and lowered himself down. Akest the proceeds to slide along the edge of the platform to the appoxament line up of his ship. He peaked over the edge to see them all standing around the entrance, compairing his top of the line equiptment to their second rate toys and saying their weapons were better. The anger swelled inside even harder. Akest quickly hauled himself up, his feet making a soft pat on the steel floor as he landed. Surpisingly, none of the nine saw him, these idiots fooled with the wrong bounty hunter.

Seven of the guards left to watch their bosses ship, leaving two for Akest's ship. They continued to examine his weapons, and other various equipment. At this point, Akest began to wonder why he did not install a security system on his YT-1210. As he moved to the front of the ship, oppisite of the entrance, he cleared his mind of all thoughts as he always did before he went into dangerous combat. He closed his eyes and lowered his head as he clenched the handle of his knife. He raised his head and moved close behind the first intruder who was standing next to the ramp. Akest grabed around his head, covering the intruders eyes, mouth, and nose, and rested the blade of the knife on his throught. One clean jerk later and the intruder layed in a pool of his own reflective blood. The other inside his YT-1210 was none the wiser but was in the cockpit, leaning against one of the seats, while looking down the rectangular storage room. He hears somone stomping up the ram and he un-holsters his weapon and levels it but before he can squeez the trigger, Akest has his weapons drawn, leveled, and fired. Two shots fire from his firearm. A kill shot to the chest and a security shot in the stomach. Two were dead...with nine to go.

After positioning the bodies in the dock managers control booth to make it seem as thought he shot them and then killed himself, Akest moved to Tela'Namp's ship. It was guarded by the other eight body guards. They would be no problem. Seeing as he has not had a heavy combat situation, and that it day was shifting to night, Akest marched freely accross the bridge with his weapons drawn and held to his side to the landed ship. The two sentries outside the entrey ramp stop from their conversation and raise their weapons as the rise to Akest. He simply raises his arms, ridgedly, to the center masses of their bodies and opens up. The jerk around, firing their weapons in random directions and then hit the ground, dead. Hearing the comotion are three of the other body guards, all carrying uzi like blasters. They raise their weapons to Akest and he flies in the air firing away at them as they return fire. They all hit the ground in under six seconds in a heap of cut up meat and third rate armor. The last guard was the leader. He stood at the entrance to the small corvette with a repeating gattling gun stlye blaster in full heavy compisition combat armor. Without warning they both began to open fire at each other. Akest, once again flew into the air firing his pistols at the bosses arms, attempting to incapacitate him. After three minutes of Akest dodgeing the rapid and dangorus fire of the body guards gattling gun and the guard taking all of Akests hits, Akest scored a critical shot to the guards left arm joint and he dropped the weapon. Akest landed and calmly walked to the drained guard, loading his pistol on the way. When he reached him he put the pistol in his ear and said, " Say the access code to her room, NOW.". He raised a recorder to the guards face and after a moment of him staring into the emotionless reflective eyes of Akest's helmet he spoke, "Five Six Two Four Three Y R". After a few seconds of silence, Akest put the recorder away and put the pistol to the bosses head and fired, leaving a burn mark and a splat of blood behind his head. He marched up the ramp and into the ship, silenced pistol still in hand.

The interior of the ship was, obviously, in the taste of a woman. There were fluffy pillows on couches along the wall, the floors were carpeted, and ranom mirrors hung along the wall. Akest emotionlessly walked to the room of the Twi'Lek and replayed the accsess code. The door opened to her private rooms which consisted of her bedroom, bathroom, and lounge. Somthing unexpected happned though. Akest was tackled from the side into a coffee table by a 20 somthing. He was not hurt but annoyed by the foolish youth who was obviously fighting for the Twi'Lek. With no emotion, Akest kicked the young human off of him and push himself to his feat where the kid stood, with his fists in the air. "Come on!" He said, "You will have to go through ME to get to her!" Akest had no problem with that. He unholstered his weapon and fired the kill and security shot and watched the youth fall backwards, twitch for a few seconds, and die. He raised his eyes and head to a door, that was nearly shut but not quite. The sound of a shower could be heard along with some poppular hit song at that time. He moved camly along to the door, slowly pushed it open and entered. He stood for a moment, silently watching the Twi'Lek shower. His eyes drifted over her smooth, femenate curves and he thought of forfiting the bounty just to be with her. But he knew it was lust, not love and he ripped the shower curtain aside, leveled his gun at the terrified Twi'Lek and "Completed his contract".

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The tatooine air was silent. The dunes were quiet. Several tusken raider tents were set up in the middle of nowhere, with almost a dosen raiders feasting on a dead Ronto. The silence was quickly interupted by two quick moving objects. The tents were torn apart by several large green beams that ripped through the sand. The Y-Wing's top mounted gun swiveled around and pelted the sand with an endless stream of repeating cannonfire. The second aircraft swooped in low, and fired on any tent that remained standing. "Ha, haa!" Wayne Barezz yelled from inside his fighter, which he called the "Republic Sparrow." The Y-Wing turned around, and flew beside Wayne.\
"Hey, Wayne?" Darken's voice asked over the radio, "When are we gonna get on ground, and take them out? Flying isn't really my strong point."
"Soon, Daks'. Let's head back to camp, and restock.
"Way ahead of you." The Y-Wing boosted ahead of Barezz.
"So, you want a race, eh?" Barezz laughed.
"Against that thing?" Urusai asked, "I wouldn't condider it a race at all."
"Bring it." The Sparrow caught up with the Y-Wing and fought for position all the way back to the camp.
"We won!" Dakren yelled.
"How can you be so sure?"
"I'm not. But we'd never lose to that thing," Dakren pointed at the Sparrow.
"Keep lying to yourself, Daks'.

OOC: Cheapy, keep in mind that I will only remain Faction Leader until another Chiss player with a higher rank signs up, since I never wanted to be one in the first place.

Aboard his Super Star Destroyer Phoenix, Chiss Expansionary/Defense Force Admiral Sev'mertal'chaf observed the Imperial fleet of Admiral Rogriss and Grand Admiral Vra. He had ordered his forces to hold their fire. It was a simple test, to see if the Imperials were worth an alliance with. No Chiss would open fire until fired upon, it was one of the fundamental virtues of Chiss society.

"Admiral, the Thrawn is hailing us! They declare thay they intend no harm for our vessels, and request an audience with you," the comm officer told Mertal.

"I see," Mertal said. At least this Imperial was smarter than most humans, or the average Chiss impression of humans. "Tell them they are to proceed to Csilla. Give them a landing vector and make it clear they are not to deviate from that path."

***

On Csilla, Mertal walked off the landing ramp of the shuttle and into the dimly lit hallways beneath Csilla's icy surface. An attendee accompanied him. "Has Grand Admiral Vra arrived?" Mertal asked the attendee.

"He arrived just before you did, Admiral. He awaits you in the conference room."

Mertal nodded and strode into the conference room, through a nondescript door in the ice walls. Inside, the room was much more pleasant, built to accommodate outsiders unaccustomed to Csilla's climate. "Admiral Sev'mertal'chaf," Vra greeted him, "it is an honor to finally meet you."

"Grand Admiral Vra," Mertal replied crisply, "I will be the seniormost officer you will be dealing with today, serving as liason between you and the Ruling Families. Let us skip the pleasantries, and get to the main reason for your visit. You have come to request an alliance with our great dominion."

Vra, clearly flustered by Mertal's to-the-point attitude, quickly regained his composure. "Yes, you are correct," he said. "The Empire would like such a strong ally as the Chiss on our side. Surely, with such a strong military, and a great leader as yourself, your aid would help us crush the Galactic Alliance...at least what is left of it."

"I assumed as much," Mertal said. "We have been preparing our military for war, as you are aware. Already many of our vessels our equipped with standard hyperdrives, as provided by your Empire, to replace our less efficient hyperdrives. But you must also be aware, Grand Admiral, of our policy in regards to war. We have never been a warlike people. Yes, we maintain a strong military, but we do not enter wars for no apparent reason. We will not attack, regardless of what our 'allies' may wish, unless attacked. You must understand, this is one of the main tenets of our culture."

"I see," Vra said. He was clearly annoyed by this, but Mertal did not care.

"Grand Admiral Vra, now if you will excuse me, I must discuss with the Ruling Families, and we shall continue our meeting tomorrow, if you so wish."

***

In the Chamber of the Ruling Families, Mertal met with his superiors, the Aristocra of the Chaf, Mitth, Csapla and Nuruodo families.

The Csapla Aristocra spoke. "Admiral Sev'mertal'chaf, I would expect better of a relative of the great general Sev'rance'tann. Surely a brilliant tactician like her would never have pursued the action you are now. You continue to call for greater enlistment, better technology, and more ships, as well as all of the resources to maintain such a military, while ignoring the strain this puts on our resources. If you continue this policy, our colony worlds, and maybe even Csilla itself, will go into starvation!"

The Aristocra of House Chaf nodded in agreement. "Admiral, you act as if we our certainly going to war, preparing for an offensive, but still refuse to go to war until we are attacked. I understand this reasoning, but if you are going to maintain this policy, I must demand that you cut back on our expenditures!"

"Sirs, as you are aware, I have no control over military expenditures. If you feel I am being to aggressive, by all means, cut back on our spending!" Mertal turned to the Aristocra of House Nuruodo and House Mitth when he said this. "But know my reasoning for such aggressive policies. Outsiders have a saying: 'The best defense is a good offense.' Though attacking an enemy now would be dishonorable, if we acted as if we were preparing a great offensive, surely we would be prepared if an attack came. Perhaps our enemies would not attack, for fear of provoking suc a powerul force!"

A servant entered quietly. He spoke with the Chaf Aristocra. The Aristocra spoke. "Admiral, we will adjourn this meeting. The Grandmaster of the Jedi wishes to speak with you."

[This message has been edited by Bando_Gora1138 (edited 06-02-2006 @ 07:18 PM).]

This has been approved to start by DSF right?

THE GRAND PALACE OF JURAAK - NAL HUTTA

"His most illustrious Highness, Juraak the Hutt, welcomes you once again to his modest abode," The voice of C5-LO rang out across the main audience chamber of Juraak's far-from-modest Palace,

The person he was addressing, a Gran bounty hunter named Grigor Griggs, stepped forward nervously, his battered old E-11 rifle hanging by his side from a strap across his shoulder. All three eyes blinking frantically, the Gran cleared his throat and replied in a reluctant tone,

"I am..honoured..to be allowed back...."

A booming voice responded from the darkened shadows behind C5-LO, its loud tone ringing into the ears of the gathered bounty hunters, smugglers, and general henchmen who were spread randomly around the room, most grasping some form of weapon in their hands. However, despite the unpleasant voice, they all wore sickly smiles on their face, as they all turned to view the displeasure of Griggs, who was now shaking with fear,

"There is nothing to fear," C5-LO told the Gran, as he translated what the voice from the shadows had said, "His most illustrious Highness, Juraak the Hutt, wishes only to commend you on your bravery in returning to him after a failed mission."

"C-commend me?" Griggs' voice began to grow more confident at hearing this,

Once again the voice was bellowed from the shadows, and this time the Gran foolishly replied in his greed before letting the protocol droid translate for him,

"Will there be some kind of reward for this bravery?"

"If you would let me translate," C5-LO told him impatiently, "I was about to say that my master wished to----"

The voice answered again, cutting off the droid mid-translation. Booming out some more words in a language Griggs could not hope to ever understand, he soon realised that a 'reward' was out of the question as the nearby henchmen who understood the language began laughing wickedly among themselves, some even pointing at him to confirm his suspicions that he had made a mistake coming to the Palace.

"His Highness wishes to make it clear you will get what you deserve for the actions you have performed in his service," C5-LO told Griggs in his bland tone, as more henchmen began cackling,

Not a complete idiot, Griggs knew he was about to meet a very nasty end, and so turned in an instant and began fleeing toward the doors. As he sprinted past a lazy Weequay and knocked a Trandoshan away from him as he was tried to be stopped, the Gran almost made it to the door when he was cut off in his tracks by two huge, identical Chagrian guards, wielding lethal looking vibro-blades. Gulping, Griggs backed away back to the center of the audience chamber, and turned round to face C5-LO, only to see that from the shadows a large platform had been brought forward, and on it lay the huge bulking figure of Juraak the Hutt, in all his evil glory.

Twirling a blast around one of his slimy fingers, Juraak looked down from the platform to the Gran standing before him, and said in his Huttese speech,

<Griggs. Griggs, Griggs, Griggs. Why do you always lead your life as one big bitter let-down? Surely you know now that I will not tolerate failure?>

C5-LO translated, and Griggs replied in a blubber,

"I..I...please...mercy....I'm....I'm sorry...."

<Sorry? Sorry!? HA! Hahahahaha!> Juraak laughed heavily and everyone in the room joined in, stopping only when he did, <My dear Griggs, how silly you are!>

Turning his large head to the two Chagrian guards who had stopped Grigg's escape, Juraak nodded quickly and told them in the Huttese language they both understood,

<Give him to the kitten.>

The Chagrians nodded, their expressions motionless as they stooped down and lifted Griggs from where he know sat on his knees begging for mercy. Realising his time was up, Griggs began screaming for forgiveness, as the huge Chagrians carried him with ease of the room by a side-door and down a thin-looking corridor, before opening a door at the end and throwing him inside.

As the Chagrians returned, high-pitched screams identified to be Griggs' could be heard throughout the chamber, and everyone gathered their enjoyed the sound of such torment, but none more than Juraak himself,

<Such entertainment....> He said to himself, before turning to a Rodian stood nearby, ornate robes covering his body,

"My Lord?" The Rodian asked timidly, but confident enough to not appear fearful,

<Olym, put out a call for all bounty hunters wishing to take over the Bounty for Senator Junari to report here at this Palace as soon as possible.> Juraak ordered, to which the Rodian, Olym, immediately bowed and left the room in the direction of the communication chamber,

<I should have known Griggs would never do the job well.> Juraak told himself.

There you go, Psycho

[This message has been edited by Darth Kiev (edited 06-02-2006 @ 02:43 PM).]

It sure has.

All right, this is going great!!

And Bando Gora, Vra's ship (the SSD) is called the Thrawn. Rogriss' ship is called Agonizer. Just clearing that up.

Vra stood patiently outside the Council chambers of the Chiss Ruling Houses, pondering Mertal's words. The Chiss were not a warlike species, yet they had been building up a massive fleet. But for what purpose?

Alema stood in the hangar bay, working on her starfighter. She got up from under the Interceptor's bent wings and looked around. The other members of her squadron were working on their own ships. Vra had supplied Alema with a squadron of heavily modifeied TIE Interceptors. Alema didn't know how, but his technicians had modified the ships with shields, hyperdrive, and concussion missile launchers, all without decreasing speed or manuverability.

Suddenly her lekku twitched. Alema frowned. As a Twi'lek, she had enhanced sensory abilities, and they were boosted even more so by the Force. She stretched out... and gasped as she felt an all-too-familiar prescence.

Skywalker.

Here are Characters 4 and 5:

Name: Rhek Trin'Akh
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Faction: Imperial Remnant
Bio: Captain of the Interdictor Cruiser Aggregator, his job is to protect supply convoys and hunt for pirates along the Imperial Remnant's borders.
Personal ship (optional): Interdictor Cruiser Aggregator.
Other: None.
Post color: gold

Name: Reya Voss
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Faction: Mercenaries/Bounty Hunters
Bio: A Imperial officer and Joiner of the Killik Taat nest, she is still partially connected to the Killik's collective hive mind, enough to hear their intentions, but not enough to be controlled by them.
Personal ship (optional): Corellian Gunship Swift
Other: None.
Post color: gold

Rhek

Rhek looked up from his desk. "I'll take those reports now, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir." His aide shuffled through the file that he was carrying. "The first one is from the Upiqtorate base at Yaga Minor. They have sent another convoy carrying ore and other metals mined from this month to replace those stolen by the pirate Reya Voss."

"Mmm." It had been Rhek that had been supposed to guard that convoy, to keep it from being hijacked by that renegade imperial, Reya. But his ship had been delayed in getting there because Voss ahd sliced shipyard mainframes and implanted records that the Aggregator was sceduled for an overhaul, despite the ship's pristine condition. Rhek still seethed at the memory, and his superiors would have demoted him on the spot, had he not pointed out the slicing on Reya's part. But they still didn't trust him, he knew.

And it was all Reya's fault.

Reya

Reya pulled back the hyperspace levers and her ship, Swift, pulled itself out of hyperspace, the brightly lit planet of Nar Shaddaa ahead of her. She looked over at her instruments, seeing that everything was normal.

Everything, that is, but that blasted ion flux stabilizer. She sighed. It had been causing her trouble for a week before she had hunted down a dealer with one on Nar Shaddaa. She hoped that her down payment had been enough to make him wait.

[This message has been edited by Cheapy the Hutt (edited 06-03-2006 @ 10:51 AM).]

The Exon Valdeze was in high orbit over Taris, as the bounty hunter Akest Depp was on board in the garage bay, repairing weapons, armor, making adjustments, and other random things men like to do in garages. In the midst of taking apart his silenced Dalorian, one of his protocall droids entered and reported, "Master Akest, We have recived a job request." Akest sat as though he had not even heard the protocall droid enter and speak, when even though he heard it activated and walk to the garage. "Sir?" The droid asked but Akest stood up to the silver droid and walked past it to the cockpit, where transmitions were received. He accesed the most recently reveiced and played it back. A well dressed rodian appeared on the hollo pillar and began speaking in rodian, of which Akest understood, "Greetings, salutations, and hello. I am an assistant of the great Jurrak the Hutt. If you reveived this, we have heard of your exploits and you are hearby invited to stay an amount of days, that has not been yet decided, at the grand palace of Jurrak the Hutt. If you so choose not to, that is acceptable. But bear in mind when next we seek an individual to pay for various jobs or tasks, you will be on the bottom of the list. Jurrak the Hutt sends you his greatest wishes and hopes that you would join him in three galacted standard days. There is an attatchment to this message with coordinates to his palace, on Nal'Hutta." The image flickered and fadded away. Akest rubbed his unshaved, and tan face, in thought. He had hunted small time for too long. It was time to make, yet again, a name for himself. And maybe this Hutt can get him there. "Droid!" He yelled and his silver protocal droid ridgidly approached him from behind and stated, "My name is R5-NA, at your servi-" "Shut up and set a course for Nal-Hutta the more detailed directions are in that transmition we got.", "Yes, master Akest." Akest left to train, and warm up, and polish up his heavy, silver mandalorian armor for his encounter with Jurrak.

OOC: This RPG looks fun, I'm in!

Name: UnuDach (Faction Leader)
User: Admiral Fyyar
Faction: Unu (Killiks)
Bio: Dach was one of a dozen Rakatan slaves aboard a pirate ship that prowled the edge of the Unknow Regions. He had somehow overcome an ancient "curse" on his people, and did, unbeknownst to his slave masters, posses the gift of the Force. This made him the unofficial leader of the small band of Rakatans. One day, the navicomputer on the pirate ships went out and they sought port, but they stumbled across Woteba, and landed on the world. When they discovered the re-degenerated Killiks, Dach immediately began to attach to them, and, once again under his masters' noses, became the new leader of the Saras hive. They first discovered it when it was too late, and UnuDach, as he was now known as, used his enhanced powers to crush his former overlords. Their ship, however, was left undamaged.
One of the first things he did as UnuDach was to reunite all the hives using the accuired starship, and once again, a Killik Empire was born, albeit currently weaker than the former.
Meanwhile, the Galactic Alliance had collapsed and the Galaxy was torn apart into a civil war that dwarfed the epic struggle between the Empire and the Rebels, and new worlds were ripe for conquest by the reborn Killik Empire.
To fully capitalize on the situation, UnuDach signed a coorporation treaty with the Hutts, and then conquest could begin once again. Ansion, Reece and Admur have already fallen, what can possibly stop the Killiks this time?
Personal ship: Unity Shard-class Nest Ship Warship-type
Other: Looks like a standad Rakatan, but with a purple cape.
Post color: Bold White

[This message has been edited by Admiral Fyyar (edited 06-03-2006 @ 02:49 PM).]

Finally, a Killik character!

OOC: Well, I assume that it's confirmed

BTW, it's a bit hard to RP Joiner-like, so I'll post mind-reading as regular dialog

Unity, Hyperspace

UnuDach, leader of the Killiks, observed the blue lines from the "bridge", if you could call it that, of his flagship, the Unity. Around him, his servants were busy with whatever running a conquest fleet required.

"UnuDach, our fleet will exist Hyperspace in a minute."
"Excellent, Bilbringi will be ours before the next sunset."
"Indeed, UnuDach." The insect replied.

As his servant had reported, the fleet, made up of ten Nest Ships escorted by a pair of captured Republic-class Star Destroyers from Adumar and a hodge-podge collection of smaller vessels, came out of Hyperspace as close to the planet as possible.

"Ahh, the Bilbringi Shipyards, they will serve us well making ships for our glorious Empire!" UnuDach said as much to himself as the rest of the crew.

Everyone allready knew exactly what to do, so no orders were necissary.

A short while later, space around the planets's northern hemisphere was thick with red glares as tens of thousands of Dartships launched and prepared for battle with the Bilbringi defenders, who had barely overcome the shock of seeing Killiks once again.

The plan was simple: capture all capital ships and seize the shipyards as quickly as possible, and so, hot on the heels of the Dartships, came scores of transport ships, loaded with Killiks warriors, ready to board the nearst warship.

With the entire Galaxy in splinters, what could possibly go wrong?

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You are limited to one supership per faction, so you can't have 10 nest ships. Just 1.

Rhek jerked awake as an emergency alarm blared above his head in his quarters. He jumped out of bed, got his uniform on, and strode out of his cabin to the bridge.

"Lieutenant, what is going on here?"

"Sir, we are recieving an emergency alert from the Imperial Shipyards at Bilbringi. They are under attack by Killiks, sir, and-"

"What? Impossible. I thought that the Jedi had taken care of the Killiks."

"Apparently not, sir. As I was saying, they are calling all ships in the sector to defend the shipyards. We have recieved orders to rendevuous with the Indomitable and the Chimaera, then head to Bilbringi. I ordered Navigation to plot a course for the coordinates given to us by Grand Admiral Pellaeon himself."

"Very good, Lieutenant. Keep up the good work."

The deck shuddered beneath them, marking the transition into hyperspace.

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But it's what the Killiks travel in, for god's sake! They're not warships, they're armed transports!

Maybe we could compromise, saying there is a "transport" and a "warship/command ship" version, in such case, the Unity is a warship and the rest are transports

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That's what I meant, sort of. I thought that you meant ten warship-class nest ships. That would be the equivelent of ten SSDs, for crying out loud.

And you have other ships besides the nest ships. Check the ship lists.

OOC: I've added a few misc. ships, as the Killiks use the warships they can capture.

Bilbringi

One of the enemy Victory Star Destroyers were visibly struggling, partly to retain control over "itself", partly to avoid destruction. UnuDach smiled, every time they boarded a ship, the crew was affected by the Killiks, and they would gain more supporters for their cause. So whatever they got the ship or not, they would inflict grave damage to their enemies.

A few moments later, the fight was over, and the boarding party declared mission success, this added another asset for the Killiks!

Another message arrived over the comm, the first wave of troops had landed on the shipyard, and were making progress towards the command center. Of cause, UnuDach knew that the first wave would surely fail, but the Killiks and Joiners in there didn't know so. Besides, he had plenty of waves prepared to take over.

Closer the small moon, the two Killik Republic-class Star Destroyers held an Interdictor Cruiser between them with their Tractor Beams. Great, an Interdictor would be a nice addition to the Killik arsenal. Even with the naked eye, you could see the air leaking from the holes in the hull which the boarding transports had punched, the outcome of the little battle was decided as well.

A brilliant flash lit up the entire space around the Unity's "bridge" as one of the Killik Carrack Cruisers exploded in a red fireball, pity, but such a loss could easily be replaced.

But then an unexpected event temporarily distracted UnuDach's attention: a trio of TIE craft passed by the viewport. The wave of Dartships had decimated all fightercraft within a minute, so expecting anyhting smaller than an enemy corvette still active was very unexpected. But even unexpected events had to stop, and a volley of laser bolts and rockets made sure that this feeble effort to reclaim fighter superiority was utterly crushed. UnuDach wondered what kind of craft they had been, as few fighters could stand such firepower for that amount of time. Such matters had to be adressed later, as there was a battle to win.

I'll leave the arrival of the Imperial reinforcements to you, Cheapy!

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Once again in the conference room, Sev'mertal'chaf sat across from Jedi Grandmaster Luke Skywalker. "Master Jedi," Mertal began, "I am Sev'mertal'chaf, Admiral of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Force and Syndic of the Sev family."

Master Skywalker extended his hand. "Luke Skywalker," he said. When Mertal did nothing, the Jedi Master withdrew his hand. "It is a customary greeting where I come from," he said.

"Ah," Mertal replied, the puzzled look vanishing from his face. "What have you come to Csilla for?"

"As may be aware, the rest of the galaxy is embroiled in a civil war. Chaos reigns. Warlords, with only their own interests in mind, fight with each other, at the cost of the innocent. On behalf of what was once, and could be again, the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances, I request your aid in our time of need."

Mertal sighed. "You are an eloquent speaker, Master Skywalker. If I had not heard of you beforehand, I would believe your interests were sincere. But I remember that the Jedi betrayed our previous relationship with the Alliance, and aided the Killik nests in their attempt to destroy us. Jedi led the Killik hives against us. Their infestations destroyed many of our worlds. My predecessor died fighting the Killiks. I cannot forget the horrors you Jedi put us through."

Master Skywalker maintained his calm composure. "I understand your reluctance. But you must not confuse the actions of a few Jedi with the position of the whole Order or the Galactic Alliance. Raynar Thul is safely contained in the Jedi Temple, though the Killiks have launched an offensive. They have allied with the Hutts, who use their smuggling empire to distribute the Killiks' black membrosia. Surely such a development concerns your people."

"Yes, it does." Mertal said. "Rest assured, we are monitoring the Killiks' activities, and are prepared to deal with them if and when the time comes. But we will not be the ones who shed first blood. I think we are through here. I shall relay your proposal to the Ruling Houses, and they will decide what to do." And with that, Mertal strode out of the chamber.

Rhek looked out the viewport as the starlines elapsed into individual stars. The Killik invasion force was arrayed before them, attacking mulitple ships, docked and otherwise. The Chimaera moved into position to attack the Nest ship, signaling all other Star Destroyers to do the same. It was chaos.

In his quarters on Csilla, Sev'mertal'chaf met with his Director of Military Intelligence. "Admiral, our reports indicate that the Killiks are constructing five Shard-class nest warships near the border."

Sev'mertal'chaf nodded. This was a development that required looking into. Five nest ships was the rough equivalent of five Super Star Destroyers. But the Killiks were at a disadvantage now, because the nest ships sill had to be fitted with turbolasers and drives after they were completed. "Have two task forces patrol the area near that system."

"Yes. There is one more thing, however. A lone Vagaari ship was recently captured near the Klasse Ephemora system. The Force Commander thought you should see one of the captives. Should I send for him?"

"Yes, do that." Moments later, a male Vagaari walked in. "You are the captain of the pirate vessel Queen's Gambit?" Mertal asked.

"Yes, I am," the Vagaari said.

"Why did you choose to attack us with a single vessel, a damaged one at that?"

"We didn't. We had heard rumors of a living planet, one with boundless treasure. The Miskara sent our task force to investigate and claim this world as our own. We traced the world to the Klasse Ephemora system, but found ourselves unable to enter. That is, until we used our gravity well projectors to increase the mass shadows of our ships. But when we finally reached the system, we were attacked by what looked likke lightning bolts from one of the system's moons, as well as organic-looking wedge-shaped craft that shot fire. As far as I know, we were the only surviving vessel." The Vagaari shuddered.

"Zonama Sekot," Mertal muttered.

"What?" the Vagaari asked.

"Nothing," Mertal said. He waved for the Vagaari to be taken away. This was not a favorable development. Zonama Sekot was an even greater threat than the Killiks. Though the Galactic Alliance and the Jedi tried to assure the Chiss to the contrary, Mertal believed the Yuuzhan Vong were still a threat. Well, not so much that he felt threatened, but, like all Chiss, he felt more comfortable with hard facts instead of reassurances. Mertal would need to report this immediately to the Ruling Houses.

EDIT: Ignore this please

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OOC: Ackbar's long dead by now........

Bilbringi

Out of Hyperspace appeared three Imperial-class Star Destroyers, more for his horde of Killiks to capture.

Allready, swarms of Dartships poured all over both the newly arrived warships and the fighters they had launched, nothing could stand sheer numbers.

"Clear a path for the boarding parties." UnuDach ordered, such ships could really boost the Killik forces.

As the order was issused, he recieved another message from a boarding party: "Reporting Drydocks One to Four under our control, they all contained Victoryc-class Star Destroyers under repair, continuing towards Drydock Five and further."

"Just excellent."

Suddenly, the entire Unity shuddered, as it recieved ranged fire from the three Star Destroyers nearing the shipyards.

"I want those Star Destroyers under our control or destroyed in twenty minutes!" The new order sounded.

Fortunately, he could allready see the Star Destroyer on the right slowing down, and three big holes marred the port side, that one would be down soon.

However, regardless of how much the Killiks were winning, they were suffering too, he had allready felt the death of at least a dozen thousand brave Killik warrior, fortunately, such losses could easily be replaced.

He could now see a big explosion on the bridge tower of the leftmost Star Destroyers; his forces had broken through there as well. Within minutes, that one slowed down as well.

Victory was within reach.

OOC: Ah bugger, you're right. Sorry I had it in my head that this was set just before the Yuuzhan Vong War for some reason. Sorry, I'll edit that.

Reya scowled at the landing pad manager. "You're kidding, right?" she said, cocking an eyebrow. "Fifteen thousand? Per hour?"

The manager, a mangy little Toydarian, nodded. "Yep, that's right." he said, flapping his wings rapidly to hold up his fat little body. "Take it or leave it."

Reya shook her head. "I've got a better idea." She unholstered her blaster, a DL-44, and pressed it on the Toydarian's fat belly. "Five hundred. Take it or leave it."

The Toydarian's eyes swelled almost to the size of his belly. "All right, all right! It's a deal! Just put your blaster away."

Reya smiled. "Now, wasn't that easy?" She paid the Toydarian and walked off the landing pad, the Toydarian's mumbled cursing growing fainter and fainter.

She shook her head. There was no place like home.

She aimlessly for a while, until she came upon a sleazy little cantina with brightly lit signs declaring it the SPACER'S HEAVEN. She entered, surveying the clientele, and was about to leave when she spotted an odd sight.

It looked like someone with Mandalorian armor. But what would someone like that be doing here?

She began to nudge her way through the crowd in his direction.

Hint, hint, BriJr.

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Sorry I haven't posted lately. Let me catch up for a second...

OOC: Cheapy I kind of meant the Zonama Sekot/Yuuzhan Vong "development" as a plot device. So maybe Vra has a listening bug in the Chamber of the Ruling Families disguised as a "gift" or something and could use this to his advantage somehow.

Bilbringi

"The last resistance in Drydock Thirty had just ceased, the entire shipyard complex is now under our control." One of his brave warriors reported.

Excellent, with the shipyards under control of the Killiks, the rest of the fleet would soon be their's, and after that, the planet would also fall, marking the first great victory in the history of the Reborn Killik Empire.

The two of the three reinforcement Star Destroyers had also been captured by his warriors, but the lead Destroyer was tempoarily holding his boarding parties at bay. UnuDach was growing impatient, the only thing that kept him from reclaiming victory was that sole defiant Star Destroyer.

"Destroy it!" UnuDach ordered.

Immediately, the Destroyer came under a crippling bombardment from both the Unity and it's escort ships. The mighty warships buckled from the weight of the Turbolasers, few ships could stand such attacks.

But being able to stand and surviving wasn't even close to being the same thing, and the warship exploded in a brilliant fireball was the reactor failed. They only registered a single escape pod, which managed to get into Hyperspace before they could respond.

UnuDach could feel the joy of all his warriors, the space battle had been won, and materiel and prisonors would soon be added to the Killik arsenal. Now, the conquest of the planet was at hand.

Cheapy, I hope you can guess who's escaped

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