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Merai
Clone Trooper
(id: Commander Merai)

posted 03-17-09 05:51 PM EDT (US)

A long time ago, in a Forum Far Far Away...

STAR WARS
APOCALYPSE

It is two years since the devastating CLONE WARS began, engulfing the galaxy in war. Billions have died thus far in the ever-expanding conflict, and the end looks no nearer in sight, save perhaps to the mastermind who controls both sides from his Coruscant tower.

Now a new threat looms on the horizon from beyond Galactic space; the war-fleets of the brutal warrior race known as the YUUZHAN VONG. With technology beyond comprehension, the alien conquerors have one ambition alone; the subjugation of the Galaxy itself. With three Galactic super-powers at war, each with the power to destroy countless systems, how will the Jedi react to this new foe which can defy the Force itself?

Can the Separatist Droid Armies withstand the onslaught of an enemy sworn to destroy all technology? And what of the scheming Chancellor Palpatine with his plans thrown into disarray and ruin? This is a time of chaos and confusion. This is a time of broken alliances and empty promises. For the Star Wars Galaxy... this is the Apocalypse.

STATE OF THE GALAXY 19.03

The Yuuzhan Vong have struck hard and fast at the Galaxy, with a swathe of largely undermanned worlds including SERNPIDAL, DUBRILLION and BELKADAN falling in quick succession. Separatist efforts near MUUNILINST uncovered the destruction of a Republic fleet there, obliterated by a Yuuzhan Vong force en route to Muunilinst itself. All of this coincides with a great disturbance in the force.

The Republic has called a special meeting of the Council while forces near to the Galactic North go on high alert. Count Dooku's [Separatists launched a failed effort to retake Muunilinst, only to be shattered by the Vong there. Meanwhile, other Vong forces approach on the Republic world of Dantooine and the divided, war-torn planet Agamar....

FACTIONS

THE GALACTIC REPUBLIC

Name: Commander Cody.
User: TheCommodore.
Faction: Republic.
Occupation: Commanding officer of Obi-Wan Kenobi's clone forces.
Bio: Cody.
Post Color: Purple.

Name: Mace Windu.
User: TheCommodore.
Faction: Republic.
Occupation: Jedi Master.
Bio: Windu.
Post Color: Purple.

Name: Tigsien Dathalon
User: Melkor1
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Admiral
Bio: Growing up a sickly child in an elite military and government household from Corellia, Tigsien Dathalon was never content to let others take advantage of his apparent weakness. He learned to apply his mind to overcome his physical obstacles, which impressed the many distinguished visitors to his family's home. It was widely assumed that he would enter local Corellian politics. Instead, on an approved medical waiver, he enrolled in the Republic Judiciary Forces' officer academy on Carida and began training to enter the Fleet. Upon graduation, he was awarded a starting rank of Captain - of of a handful from his graduating class - and given command of a small task force. He spent his time tracking pirates on the edges of Republic territory - until the Stark Hyperspace War. Then-Commodore Dathalon made great note of himself during the fighting of that war and in the aftermath. By the end of hostilities, he had been promoted to Vice Admiral and tasked with defending the southwestern reaches of the Republic. During the Separatist Crisis, he helped persuade a number of Rim systems to remain within the fold; when the crisis turned into a full war, he responded quickly. As the fighting continued, he found himself promoted to Admiral and served jointly for a time with Alister Mako, another promising Republic officer, and together they nearly conquered the Rimma Trade Route. He continues to serve with Mako as a co-commander of the Burning Glory fleet.
Other: Plagued with a congenital respiratory illness for his whole life. Has a nephew, Hidale Dathalon, in the Navy as well.
Color: Crimson

Name: Elias of Teta
User: Gorog
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Senator of Empress Teta, corporate billionaire with strong Mining Guild ties
Bio: A descendant of the Tetan royal family, Elias is the great nephew of the 300 year old Duke Teta, and heir to the family fortune. Because his parents died in a shuttle crash when Elias was a teenager attending the University of Alderaan, the Duke took up the responsibility to make sure that all of Elias's needs were met and that his nephew was well off. Upon graduating, the shrewd Elias was able to access his inheritance. Not wishing to live off of interest from his family's investments, Elias took the initiative in buying out several small carbonite mining interests on Empress Teta and merging them into the Tetan chapter of the Mining Guild. Under his management, carbonite production increased tenfold, and his chapter became well-known among galactic businessmen. Always keeping the eye out for new potential markets, Elias has expanded his enterprise into the realm of weapons research and development. Now, Elias's company produces millions of carbonite missiles, with much of them going to the Grand Army of the Republic. With the Commerce Guild's support of the CIS, the Republic is in dire need of raw materials like carbonite, placing Elias in an advantageous position.
Post Color: Bando Blue

Name: Wilhuff Tarkin
User: Admiral Fyyar
Faction: Galactic Republic
Bio: Wookiees
Post Colour: Red

Name: Rom Mohc
User: Moffeh McGayGay
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Captain, Company Commander
Bio: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Rom_Mohc
Post Color: Clone Trooper White

Name: Obi-Wan Kenobi
User: Melkor1
Faction: Jedi Order
Occupation: Jedi Master, Member of the Council
Bio: Wookiee
Post Color: Crimson

Name: Armand Isard
User: Nancy Pelosi
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Director of Republic Intelligence
Bio: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Armand_Isard
Post Color: Intelligence Red

Name: Saysen Jasem
User: His FoOness
Faction: Republic
Occupation: Chief of the RSS
Bio: One of Palpatine's leiutenants, heading up the RSS which is effectively Palpatine's personal special forces/secret squirrels squad. If you don't know him by now you clearly need to pay more attention to the orange text around here.
Post Color: The usual

Name: Duke Hemmorzin
User: Hong Kong FoOey
Faction: Republic
Occupation: Commander
Bio: The sanest Hemmorzin for many generations, Duke is both mad and sane enough to formulate unconventional miltiary plans that push the boundaries of suicide and then dare to carry them out. However his vindictive yonger brother Pyre makes sure none of his successes and all of his failures reach the news, meaning the higher ups are loathe to promote him and making him a political hot potato.
Post Color: Have a guess

Name: Alister Mako
User: Vadah-Ace
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Anaxsi Admiral in the Republic Navy.
Bio: Born on Anaxes, Alister joined the Republic Judicial Forces ten years prior to the outbreak of the Clone Wars. Alister commanded one of the many Acclamator cruisers during the battle of Geonosis, and through the course of the war managed to work his way up to the rank of Admiral. He now co-commands the Burning Glory fleet dispatched to engage the Separatist-held worlds. He leads from his flagship the Procurator-class Star Battlecruiser Glorious.
Post Color: Light Blue

Name: Yoda
User: Vadah-Ace
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Jedi Grand Master, High Council Senior Member, and High General in the Republic Military
Bio: It seems like I am the only one who remembers how to Wookieelink
Post Color: Light Blue, because I'm a smartass!

Name: Anakin Skywalker
User: Moff
Faction: Jedi, Galactic Republic
Occupation: Jedi Knight
Bio: The goddamn Star Wars Saga, okay? If you don't know it, smeg off.

Post Color: Cyan

Name: Commander GGR-001 "Gilgor"
User: Boba Fettuccini
Faction: Republic/Jedi
Occupation: Commander of the 678th Battalion, force adept.
Bio: Commander Gilgor is the only surviving member of the first experimental GGR pod, which was cancelled due to emotional instabilities and minor affinity for the force. Expected to all die at Geonosis, the 10 GGR units were allowed into service. Gilgor inadvertently came upon a lightsaber dropped by a fallen Jedi, and learned how to use it in the field, uncovering his force sensitivity.
Post Color: limegreen

Name: Admiral Isaiah Amoz
User: Boba Fettuccini
Faction: Republic
Occupation: Admiral
Bio: Admiral of the Republic, and commander of the Pinnacle Fleet. Polite, orderly fellow who enjoys a good vintage and spends his free time mingling with the soldiers and reading books. He and Gilgor are pretty good friends.
Post Color: limegreen

Name: Captain Jonathan Ferris
User: Orrion Carn
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Fleet Admiral of the Third Fleet and Captain of the Venator Cruiser, Pilgrim
Bio: Jonathan is a 22 year old Human Male, born on Kuat, he looked up every day from his childhood and dreamed of being a Star Fleet Admiral, and he followed up with this dream by entering the Kuat Star Academy at the Age of 18, graduating top of his class with supreme tactical knowledge.
He soon came into possession of the Acclamator Cruiser, The Prosecutor, later commanding the newly crafted, Venator Cruiser, the Pilgrim, shortly before the Prosecutor went missing. A hardened Veteran of the early years of the Clone Wars, he became a Fleet Admiral after the Second Battle of Naboo, during which he single handedly became victorious in a three to one combat engagement.
In the Galactic time frame, three months before the Battle of Coruscant, the Yuuzhan Vong invaded the entire Galaxy, an event still in progress today, that would shape not only the Galaxy as we know it, but, shape Jonathan Ferris for a duty that had not come upon him before. For before, he fought for the Republic, now he fights for the Freedom of the Galaxy…
Post Color: Sapphire

Name: Ravindran
User: Orrion Carn
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Jedi Knight, currently onboard the Pilgrim
Bio: Ravindran never knew much about her family, she was brought to the Jedi Academy on Coruscant when she was a little under three years old, she grew and was Padawan to Master Plo-coon. At the age of 18, the Clone Wars started, after fighting along with other Jedi and Clones for two years, she became a Jedi Knight at the age of 20… Then the unthinkable, Three Jedi Masters went missing on the Rim, near the Unknown Regions, no word what-so-ever. The Yuuzhan Vong had made their first move with many others to follow.
Post Color: Again, always again…

Name: Clone Trooper: Waxer
User: Orrion Carn
Faction: Galatic Republic
Occupation: Clone Trooper in the 212th Attack Battalion, currently stationed on the Pilgrim
Bio: Hey, these guys are possibly the only two awesome guys on the show!
Post Color: *Yawn

Name: Clone Trooper: Boil
User: Orrion Carn
Faction: Galactic Republic
Occupation: Clone Trooper in the 212th Attack Battalion, currently stationed on the Pilgrim
Bio: *See Above
Post Color: Z^ZZ

HIMSELF

Name: Palpatine
User: Melkor1
Faction: Galactic Republic/CIS
Occupation: Supreme Chancellor, Sith Lord
Bio: Wookiee
Post Color: Crimson]

THE CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS

Name: Count Dooku
User: Admiral Zaarin
Faction: Confederacy of Independant Systems
Occupation: Chief of State of the CIS, secretly apprentice of Darth Sidious
Bio: Wookiee
Post Color: Burnt Sienna

Name: Sora Bulq
User: Merai
Faction: Separatists
Occupation: Dark Jedi
Bio: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sora_Bulq
Post Colour: Bolded Green (Just kidding, Lime)

Name: Asajj Ventress.
User: TheCommodore.
Faction: Confederacy.
Occupation: Dark Jedi.
Bio: Ventress.
Post Color: Purple.

Name: Nute Gunray
User: Gorog
Faction: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Occupation: Viceroy of the Trade Federation
Bio: Wookieepedia is your friend.
Post Color: Bando Blue

Name: Pors Tonith
User: Admiral Fyyar
Faction: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Occupation: Admiral
Bio: Wookiees!
Post Colour: Tan

Name: Wat Tambor
User: Admiral Fyyar
Faction: Confederacy of Independant Systems
Occupation: Foreman of the Techno Union
Bio: Wookiees
Post Color: Tan

Name: Mason Harper
User: Vadah-Ace
Faction: CIS
Occupation: Dark Jedi
Bio: Mason Harper joined the ranks of Dooku's Dark Acolytes not long after his faith in the Jedi Order had dissolved because of their failure to prevent all out war from breaking out and decided to aid Dooku in his quest to overthrow the corrupt Republic and Jedi protectors. Having been one of the many Padawans of Master Cin Drallig, Mason has an advanced knowledge of swordsmanship.
Post Color: Not yellow, but light blue!

Name: DK-447
User: Pacifica2
Faction: CIS
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, General, Part Time Assistant of the Grim Reaper
Bio: Built secretly on Coruscant by an expert programmer and mechanic, DK-447 was commissioned by Palpatine to be his personal bodyguard. Given an updated Droideka body, along with an Adaptive A.I., DK-447 is a fully sentient droid. Once he was finished building the droid, the programmer/mechanic presented it to Palpatine, who murdered him, but not before the programmer could activate a secret code, that made DK-447 fully independent. When Palpatine tried to give DK-447 a command, it shot a missile at him and unleashed a hail of blaster fire.

Since then DK has become a well known bounty hunter, one that rivaled Jango Fett. DK has taken many bounties that Fett himself was hunting, and has captured. In an engagement with Fett, when Fett tried to flank him with his rocketpack, DK-447 activated his own repulsor gear and followed Fett into the skies, nearly killing him. Since then Fett and 447 have crossed blasters many times, with no clear victor. 447 was approached by Count Dooku, and asked to be a General in the Droid Armies. DK-447 agreed. DK-447 commanded the Geonosian 3rd Fleet. During the war he committed hundreds of atrocities, almost none were reported. In the dark recesses of the galaxy he is known as the Butcher and the Destroyer of Worlds. He now commands the 356th Fleet of the Confederacy, known as the Dark Fleet.
Personal Vessel: Pinnace-class Geonosian Dreadnaught Genocide.
Other: Modified Droideka. Has a pair hidden low powered blasters in its "head", a repulsor lift generator, a powerful shield, and an entire library of tactical doctrines and strategies.
Posting Color/Colour: Gold

Name: General Grievous
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Faction: CIS
Occupation: Supreme Commander of the Droid Armies
Bio: Wookieepedia
Post Color: Silver

Name: Alya Stera
User: FoO
Faction: The Confederacy
Occupation: Vice-Admiral
Bio: As cold and heartless as the droids she commands Alya Stera's fleet is one the organics of the Confederacy are assigned to as a punishment. Alya regularly accepts unthinkable losses in order to achieve victory on the field, she is the darkest result of the phrase 'the end justifies the means' and any commander other than Grievous always has second thoughts before commiting her to the field.
Post Color: Orange

THE YUUZHAN VONG

Name: Shimrra Jaamane
User: Gorog
Faction: Yuuzhan Vong
Occupation: Supreme Overlord
Bio: Wookieepedia is your friend.
Post Color: Bando Blue

Name: Czulkang Lah
User: Merai
Faction: Yuuzhan Vong
Occupation: Warmaster
Bio: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Czulkang_Lah
Post Color: Lime

Name: Tathka Uul
User: Merai
Faction: Yuuzhan Vong
Occupation: Most High Priest
Bio: The Most High Priest of the Yuuzhan Vong, the wisened Uul heads the Priest Caste. As with all of his domain, a devotee of Yun-Yuuzhan, the creator God, he is known for his preaching of violence and war. Having been disgraced by Qoreal for his forwardness, Uul was a conspirator with Shimmra in the latter's coup of the Yuuzhan Vong, and his promotion to his current honoured rank was his reward.

As leader of the priest caste of the Yuuzhan Vong, Uul holds considerable authority and is a key member of Shimmra's inner circle, and one of the few the new Supreme Overlord can rely on. Nevertheless, his hatred for all life outside the Yuuzhan Vong and his fervent belief in sacrifice have led the mutilated priest to become a somewhat wild cannon in the Vong's arsenal.
Post Colour: Lime

Name: Vergere
User: Gorog
Faction: Yuuzhan Vong...or another side entirely? Time will tell.
Occupation: Familiar of deception sect priestess Falung, former Jedi Knight
Bio: Wookieepedia is your friend.
Post Color: Bando Blue

Name: Ye'ela Taav
User: Melkor1
Faction: Yuuzhan Vong
Occupation: Warrior-seer
Bio: A member of Domain Taav - a domain of the warrior caste - Ye'ela nevertheless became interested in the religion of Yun-Yuuzhan. Given more to study and contemplation than martial engagement, she was allowed to become a warrior-seer - a tactician tasked with consulting the gods in warfare and interpreting signs. She is attached to the task force under Commander Tyryyn Kraal, with whom she shares secret romantic relations.
Post Color: Crimson

Name: Tsavong Lah
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Faction: Yuuzhan Vong
Occupation: Commander
Bio: Wookieepedia
Post Color: Silver

OTHER

Name: Boba Fett
User: Boba Fettuccini
Faction: Undecided
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Bio: ???
Post Color: limegreen

Name: Mitth'raw'nuruodo
User: Xaphianion
Faction: Chiss Ascendancy Remnant Fleet
Occupation: Admiral
Bio: I'm told Wookiepedia is your friend...is this true?
Post Color:I'm guessing bolded cyan

And here...

...we...

...go!

"I vote we rename this thread to Merai: Kicking Ass and Taking Names"- Scn Jedi
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[This message has been edited by Merai (edited 03-20-2009 @ 04:17 AM).]

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Admiral Fyyar
Clone Trooper

posted 03-17-09 05:53 PM EDT (US) 1 / 294

OOC: Warning: Uncharacteristically long post ahead.

Loophole, Muun Sector

Cruising through Hyperspace was such an ambiguous experience. It was an oasis of calm, providing time for contemplation and relaxation, and a prison of impotence, keeping you trapped in a blue void, waiting. And while Techno Union Foreman Wat Tambor enjoyed relaxing, he could not do so without removing his pressure suit, and on this Muun-operated ship there was far from adequate facilities for such a thing to be possible. So he could only wait for the cruiser to leave Hyperspace, and for the action to begin.

He cast a glance at the tall skeletal Admiral Pors Tonith sitting beside him, silently sipping the ghastly dianogan tea that painted his mouth in dark colours and had a mild narcotic effect. Normally, Tambor would never allow his commanders to drug themselves while on duty, especially not just before a battle, but the Muun was a high ranking member of the Banking Clan, and Chairman San Hill would throw a fit if he got word that Tambor was bossing around members of his inner circle, and as an industrialist Tambor knew better than to unnecessarily anger one�s banker. Tonith looked up at him and smiled lazily, silently taunting him by revealing his black tea-tainted teeth. Bankers were such annoying people, no matter whether they were Muuns, Humans, Biths or even Wookiees. Not that he had ever seen one of those overgrown teddy bears handling money on that scale, but he was sure they existed somewhere. He made a mental note of checking when the Confederacy got around to invading Kashyyyk, which would provide Tambor with an abundant supply of first-rate slave labour. If this latest project of his went well, he would propose taking Kashyyyk to the Count, and perhaps the articulate sorcerer would agree to it, especially in the light of his upcoming success.

But about the Muuns, Tambor could see how losing their own home and skittering around it while preying for Republic shipping for nearly two years without making a move against it could lead to some frustration, but he still failed to comprehend why Chairman Hill allowed narcotics on his ships. Perhaps the Muuns were too neurotic to function properly under stress without getting high?
However, the Muuns� frustration could be close to an end, as Tambor�s project would provide them with the means to retake their homeworld of Muunilinst, occupied by the Republic since the start of the war, granted of course that this little live fire test proved successful. All tests in controlled environments had gone just as expected, but a device was never properly tested until it had been used under real life circumstances.

Tambor really looked forward to trying out this new invention of his, the Ion Wedge, a perfected large-scale ion net based on the much smaller commercial Conner nets. There were no real constraints on the size of the nets, but their power was reduced substantially when covering large areas, and they were relatively easy to negate by cap drains, which were installed on most capital ships these days. But Tambor had found a way to expand massively both range and power. This was achieved by letting a pair of warships fire pillars of ion energy, walling in the target area in a triangle, and then releasing a number of enlarged nets in that location. These nets would then be augmented by the ion energy pillars, attaining enough power to bypass even the most powerful cap drains and shorting out all systems on the ships in the area. Theoretically, by adding more pillars, the range and power could be increased indefinitely. They could be made to cover entire planets and cripple their spacefaring capabilities. Granted, of course, that this minor test succeeded. However, they could only be activated for a few seconds, before the electrical shock travelled down the ion energy pillars and shorted out the ships firing them, but even a few seconds of ionization should be enough to overwhelm even the mightiest of the Republic�s warships.

He glanced at the bridge crew, consisting mostly of Droids, expendable automata of which replacements could be ushered in at a moment�s notice, mass produced by his very own factories around the Galaxy. They were not exactly in state of the art in any way, but the fact that his factories churned out billions every year more than made up for it. He then looked at the countdown, which was rapidly approaching zero.
�Hyperspace terminus in twenty seconds, Mr. Foreman,� Tonith said from behind him.
Tambor snorted, and pressed on the comm on his wrist, �Engineer Keson, fifteen seconds.�
�We�ve had the nets ready for ages, Foreman. Down here we�re just waiting for the fish to turn up,� came the reply from his head engineer, located many floors below him in the front cargo hold of the warship.
�Leave that to me,� squeaked Tonith.
Tambor looked out in the blue-black void, looking forward to seeing the Republic space station be ionized and then fall helplessly into the moon below it. Or be destroyed by a volley of Turbolaser fire, if they managed to restore power. He hoped for the first.

�Hyperspace terminus in five, four�� the Droid controller was cut short as the ship rumbled and entered Realspace, pressing together the star lines and ushering in a series of bleak planets in a considerable distance. Tambor cocked his head, but they were supposed to enter the system relatively close to the moon over which the Republic refuelling station orbited!
Tambor could not help but be impressed by the speed of which Admiral Tonith rose from his chair and began barking orders, his nonchalance all but forgotten and replaced with the alertness of a banker-turned-warrior.
�Report! Why are we sitting here, an astronomical unit from our destination?� Tonith demanded.
A Battle Droid looked up from a sensor console and said, �sir, it looks like some sort of new gravity well has appeared inside the system, close to our original destination. Sensors also report multiple contacts arrayed close to the moon, some of them made of rock. High-definition photos are coming in momentarily. The rest of the fleet is reporting in, unharmed.�
Tambor�s vocabulator crackled, and after a few moments he managed to say, �no asteroid has the mass to yank us out of Hyperspace,� refuting the assumption that most of the bridge crew had just made about their sudden exit from Hyperspace, �this is an artificial field.�

Before the Muun admiral could reply, a series of images appeared on the holoscreen for Tambor and Tonith to see. The photos showed a completely annihilated space station and multiple wrecks of Republic warships � Tambor�s electronic lenses quickly recognized the burnt-out hulls of no less than six Star Destroyers � some of them still burning. They were surrounded by rocks of different sizes� and colours.
�What�s the composition of those rocks?� Asked Tambor.
�Spectrum analysis says 12% silicates, 39% carbon and� erm,� the Droid looked several times at the computer, as if not believing its own �eyes�, �� 49% unknown substances.�
The Foreman grunted, �unknown? How can that be?�
�No idea, Mr. Foreman,� the Droid shot out its arms in a shrugging gesture, proving it was a Trade Federation model. Those tadpoles had been so scared of sabotage missions against their control cores that they had equipped all their Battle Droids with autonomous circuits, cheap autonomous circuits, making them clumsy, stupid, and they even talked back at their commanders. The Techno Union Battle Droids displayed no such idiocy, and were still run by the far more reliable central computer systems that were much more effective, granted you took sufficient care of them. And knowing Viceroy Gunray and his people, Tambor hardly thought they had done so.

�It appears these unknown rocks completely devastated the Republic fleet amassed there,� the sensor Droid stated.
Only then did it occur to him that the Republic had been lying in wait for them. Without these rocks, Tambor and his meagre fleet of a Lucrehulk Battleship and four Banking Clan Frigates would have left Hyperspace right in front of the guns of a full Republic battle group, and his entire force would almost certainly have been wiped out and the Ion Wedge destroyed before it could be even activated. As that realization hit him he was as grateful to those rocks as he supposed ancient civilisations had been to Uranium when they had discovered its fissile properties.
Admiral Tonith looked puzzled, �but what happened here? What is this? A special kind of meteor shower? Stray asteroids?�
Both the admiral and the Foreman stood quietly for a moment, pondering what was going on, until a Droid suddenly yelled, �sirs, we�ve tracked their trajectories, they�re moving in certain, definite directions!�
�You mean they�re not floating around at random?� Demanded the Muun.
�Right, sir. They are clearly being propelled.�
Behind his mask, Tambor�s eyes widened in bafflement; �scan for tractor beams, ion trails, booster rockets, anything which can make this make sense! �
�Erm� please define �sense�, Mr. Foreman. I am unable to bend facts, unless you order me to lie. The only technological signals we are picking up are the emergency beacons from the Republic ships. Recent scans also show several smaller rocks connected to the Republic wrecks. Also, one of the rocks is several times bigger than the Star Destroyers it appears to have destroyed,� the Droid replied.
The Foreman and the admiral exchanged baffled glances, until Tonith said, �so a fleet of autonomous rocks has apparently decimated a full Republic battle group?� he did not pause, making clear to the Droids it was a rhetorical question, �great! You know the saying about the enemy of your enemy, so we should contact them, don�t you think, Mr. Foreman?�
Tapping his metallic neck plate in a grotesque imitation of a Human stroking his chin, Tambor looked from Tonith to the distant moon and back again. �Agreed,� he finally said.
Exposing his ugly black teeth, Tonith smiled and stretched out his hand, �well, the honour is all yours, Mr. Foreman. Who better to contact these potential allies than one of our government�s top leaders?�
While pondering about the Muun word for �sycophant�, Tambor moved over to the holoprojector, which immediately started recording.
�Greetings to you, I am Wat Tambor, Foreman of the Techno Union and member of the Separatist Council. On behalf of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, I congratulate you on your impressive victory over our common enemy, the Republic. I hereby stretch out my hand in the spirit of friendship and cooperation, and hope for you to return to gesture.�

The message was beamed toward the collection of rocks, and they waited. Half a minute went past, then a minute, and finally five minutes without any reaction whatsoever. The rocks just kept moving around the wreckage, annoying Tambor to no end. Why would they not answer?
Finally, several of the rocks in different sizes began to move towards their position, erasing all doubt they were just asteroids floating around. The rest of the rocks remained among the wreckage, but the smaller force continued towards them. Another minute went by, as they came closer, closer.

The entire crew, including Tonith and Tambor, were far too puzzled to notice when the first ships passed into firing range. Only after several long moments did Tonith realise their mistake, but by then it was too late.
Suddenly strange flaming lumps were fired at them from the surface of the bigger ships, just missing their mark but still far too close to the crew�s taste.
�What is that stuff? Return fire, return fire!� Tonith yelled, and space around them was quickly illuminated as their own Turbolasers opened up, not hitting anything either, as they were still in extreme range from each other.
Tambor looked at the rock fleet ahead of him, and tapped his wrist comm, �I want a Wedge laid over those bloody rock bastards immediately!�
The reply came quickly, �yes, Mr. Foreman. Both frigates have their ion pulse cannons ready for fire.�
�Then what are you waiting for, engineer? Fry them!�

Within seconds, brilliant blue beams lit up the bridge from both sides as the frigates launched the ion pillars, special pulse cannons capable of sustained fire for shorter periods of time. The two pillars closed in on the enemy force and met each other well behind it, creating the soon-to-be-iconic blue wedge. An instant later, a series of missiles were fired from the Loophole, and they quickly deployed the enlarged Conner nets, spreading their blue webs of ionization throughout space, linking up with the ion pillars and quickly advancing, using the pillars as conductors. Soon the entire rock fleet was engulfed in a bluish void of electrical charges.
�Sensors report rocks are still moving, unperturbed,� reported one of the Droids.
Tambor could barely believe his own ears, �what? Intensify the power!�
�But the frigates��
Tambor cut off the Droid, �I don�t care! Those swines will fry!�

The two blue pillars widened as the frigates poured even more energy into them, and the net thickened. But Tambor knew what came next. With his special lens equipment, he could follow the charge travelling back, down the pillars towards the frigates. If they were not deactivated in�
Then it happened. The charge blasted into the frigates like a pair of errant maglev cargo trains, blinding them all in a giant flash, and, when the lights disappeared, leaving the frigates shorted out, floating around helplessly in space. In a single flash two of their frigates had been taken out of the fight, overcome by the very ion energy they had been sending against their new rocky enemies.
The ion field cleared and the bridge fell silent as all the rock ships reappeared from the discharges, completely unharmed and continuing toward them. Tambor stared in horror at this indeed mysterious enemy, then quickly turned his head, �Admiral, prepare a retreat, at once! We don�t know who these fellows are, and they just resisted the most powerful release of ion energy ever. They�re four times as many as us, not even counting our two disabled ships.�
The Muun nodded, �this indeed seems like an ideal time to cut our losses and fall back,� he looked up at a Droid, �get us into Lightspeed!�

As the navicomputer calculated a safe trajectory, the countdown timer began, and ten seconds crept by as the enemy rocks were sitting still in space, seemingly a bit puzzled by the ion attack. Meanwhile, the rest of the rock fleet seemed to be preparing to join the battle.
But just as the timer reached zero, and the ships should have leapt into Hyperspace, nothing happened.
�What is going on?� demanded Tonith.
The Droid tended to its computer, and replied, �it appears we are held back by a nearby gravity well.�
�Who are those clowns? Search for the source!� the Muun ordered.
�That won�t be necessary,� the Foreman interjected, �I would bet all my factories on the gravity well stemming from that rock,� he looked at one of the larger rocks in the fleet close to them, and then pointed out a barely visible distorted singularity on top of the ship. �Take out that� erm� whatever it is.�
The crew did not even wait for the admiral�s orders, they just opened up on the enemy rock, plastering its surface with Turbolaser bolts which scorched and burned through the surface. But a worrying number of bolts just disappeared, as if sucked in by an invisible black hole.

Before Tambor had time to make the connection, the Droid pilot suddenly exclaimed, �gravity well gone, entering Hyperspace at once!�
And all of a sudden, it all disappeared. They were back in the blue-black void, having escaped this unknown terror. Wat Tambor, the proud Techno Union Foreman, silently fell back into his chair, intensely pondering what the blazes he had just experienced. Had he bothered to cast a glance at Admiral Tonith, he would have seen him doing the exact same thing.

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Merai
Clone Trooper
(id: Commander Merai)

posted 03-17-09 07:06 PM EDT (US) 2 / 294

DOMAIN LAH WORLDSHIP, BELKADAN ORBIT

"Domain Hul reports full success, Warmaster," The warrior stood to attention, fists snapped to opposite shoulders in formal salute, head bowed ceremonially. "We have destroyed an infidel battle group of those designating themselves the 'Republic' near the system known as Muunilinst, and are remaining in wait." In response, the tall, powerful figure of Czulkang Lah nodded slowly, eyes betraying nothing.

"Were there any survivors?" He asked after a moment of consideration.

"No, Warmaster. All elements of the foe were cleansed." The Warmaster nodded in satisfaction, and the warrior was dismissed. Czulkang Lah was, by nature, cautious- not a trait often found among those of the Yuuzhan Vong. The youth were impatient, their elders overconfident and few ever lived to be truly old. But then, few indeed of their species could ever rise to the hallowed rank of the Warmaster, commander of all the vast war-fleets of the Yuuzhan Vong. Czulkang Lah had not supported the idea of this invasion- but by the Gods he would see it through now that his Overlord had commanded him to do so.

The Yuuzhan Vong's information on this galaxy was not as thorough as Lah might, in his more private moments, have wished. Their intendants had not had as much time as they might have desired to scout it out, but the Supreme Overlord had been insistent, and Lah would not defy the representative of the Gods.

A tendril from the ship reached down inquisitively, and the Warmaster allowed it to worm its way into his ear, whispering telepathic commands. Good, as expected, Domain Cha were approaching the inhabited world of Dubrillion. Another update informed him that Domain Leigh had managed to seal off the planet Sernpidal, with their dovin basals ensuring no traffic could exit the system, and a bombardment to follow. All precisely as planned, with only minor engagements with either foe- all of which had been won overwhelmingly. "Before ever our foes know we are here, we will already have control of at least a dozen systems... before they can strike back, at least a dozen more." he murmured. Overwhelming force, that was the doctrine. This sector of the Rim was ill-guarded, and even the Clone Wars had yet to strike it this far out.

Their enemies were powerful, but the Yuuzhan Vong's intelligence was that they were bitterly engaged. Spread out across the galaxy, stretched over countless worlds- and particularly weak in this sector of the Galaxy- while his armadas were united, unexpected, and powerful.

"Warmaster," an intendant intruded on his thoughts, and he looked up in irritation- to his credit, the intendant did not flinch. This one has courage, it seems. Good. Not that it would help him if he did not have an excellent reason for his interruption. "The Most High Priest has contacted you, Great One," the intendant presented him with a villip already twisted into the face of Tathka Domain Uul. The Warmaster had to refrain from scowling automatically- he was no fan of the new Most High Priest, though he knew others would regard that sentiment as blasphemous. Truth be told, he did not greatly like any of the new Supreme Overlord's cronies.

"Most High Priest," He inclined his head in respect- among the Yuuzhan Vong, even the Warmaster owed respect to the representatives of the Gods. "How might I help you?"

"What do you know, Warmaster, of a planet named Muunilinst?" came the hissed response in the Priest's typical low tones. Lah felt his spine bristle, and his torn lip stiffened. He had never liked it when one caste interfered in another's affairs.

"It is... one of the few key worlds in this region of the galaxy. Occupied by infidels of the Republic..."

"But it was formerly occupied by the idolators, no?" Uul interrupted him, eyes shining- as ever- with the light of fanatacism.

"I believe this is true..." The Warmaster said guardedly.

"I have been informed, Warmaster, that this world still houses many of the factories and facilities where they produced their... their...." The villip was now trembling in an attempt to approximate its users rage. "...abominations." The Warmaster was not by any means that religious, but even he felt himself shudder a little in disgust. An army of monstrosities? Of insults to the Gods? Was there no end to these infidel's perfidies? "The Gods, Warmaster, wish to see this world razed to the ground. No trace of it must remain. Let us make it an example to all infidels, so that they understand the penalty they shall pay for their blasphemies."

Now Czulkang Lah was silent again. Muunilinst had some strategic value, true... but it would also be certain to take up time and resources. And he had hoped to have elements of the Yuuzhan Vong already as far as the Galactic Mid Rim before their foes could co-ordinate a response. Launching another campaign on their right flank... not just to defend against attack, but to capture and hold more worlds? It gave the infidels a needless advantage. Not to mention that the initial strategy called for attacks on worlds where their foes were divided and at war, not worlds that were peaceful and united and able to fight back. In addition to which, with its factories out, the planet's strategic value was diminished further, making it even more of a waste....

He had just opened his mouth to say that, when it occured to him that the Most High Priest was not asking his permission. He was informing him of a decision. Not for the first time grating at the influence of the priest caste, he nodded once more in respect. Still, he told himself by means of comfort, the main assault could press on, through Dantooine, towards Agamar and Ithor. There, there were battles to be fought that would matter. There they would face challenges. There, he thought with anticipation, they might at last face some of the fabled Jeedai, or their legendary foes the Sith, rumored to still exist. This Muunilinst nonsense was a distraction, an unwelcome one, but nothing more.

"If that is your desire, Most High Priest, I shall despatch a task force to Muunilinst to cleanse it..."

"Excellent. I shall accompany the force personally to ensure its success. My blessings upon you, Warmaster."

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posted 03-17-09 07:48 PM EDT (US) 3 / 294

INTERGALACTIC VOID
YUUZHAN VONG WORLDSHIP
DREAD LORD AND SUPREME OVERLORD SHIMRRA JAMAANE

The one with the mqaaq'it eyes watches the ceremony that takes place with hungry intent. The mqaaq'it implants shift color from their usual angry tone to a more pleased, more greedy shade. The voice of Yun-Yuuzhan stays silent, instead soaking in the glory his people bestow on the Yun'o. To the left of his polyp throne cowers the Shamed One Onimi, his familiar and jester, while to his right stands the ever-loyal Warmaster Czulkang Lah, looking upon the ceremony with a mixture of both awe and approval.

Outside the mica-like membranes of the worldship, a silvery-white rim speckled with dots of midnight black, volcanic red, and hot blue lies just within darkspace range. They had at last reached the Promised Land, discovered by Supreme Commander Zho Krazhmir years before. This galaxy they approach is the place bestowed upon them by the gods after Yuuzhan'tar was destroyed countless millenia ago. By Yun-Yammka's command, they will seize it. By Yun-Ne'Shel's blessing, they will make it their own. By Yun-Harla's kiss, they will turn its inhabitants against each other like wild fero xyn. And by Yun-Yuuzhan's last lingering breath, they will have it, unquestionably and eternally.

Supreme Overlord Shimrra grins in eagerness. This is what the gods ordained him to do, what Quoreal could not: subdue the infidels, and return his people home.

VERGERE

The strange avian-like creature watches the ceremony with a combination of interest and disgust. Thousands of Shamed Ones are thrown into the hungry yar'ghun pit, while the priests and priestesses, their skin fresh with new wounds for the occasion, chant hymns of twisted praise for their gods.

The Shamed Ones do not cry out in protest. Some even make exclamations of thanks to the gods. This is the highest honor they will have ever received in their lives. The chance at redeeming themselves in the eyes of the Yun'o is something most of the Shamed only hope for. They are fulfilling the cycle of life and death, returning their borrowed flesh from whence it came, the corpse of Yun-Yuuzhan. Their blood consecrates the coming invasion.

Above the pit stand coral statues of the Yun'o, save Yun-Yuuzhan. The alien turns her attention to gaze upon them.

Yun-Yammka, the Slayer, patron of war, stands most prominent, his vua'spar claw appearing to gesture toward all threateningly. Yet, to the Yuuzhan Vong, his gesture is not a threat, but rather an inspiring one. His skin, like many of his warriors, is covered in black blood. To his admirer, he is the epitome of all that she has been taught to shun, the personification of the dark side's passion and fury. Yet having spent nearly a decade among a species invisible to the Force, what did all of that matter now?

Next to him stands his twin, Yun-Harla, the Trickster. Ironic, to have a statue of one who only appears in borrowed skins, never revealing her true form. It is she who the strange being's mistress is sworn to. And, perhaps as a result, it is she who the alien identifies with among the strange deities of those she now lives among.

Yun-Ne'Shel, the Modeler, goddess of the Shapers, stands next. A seeming contradiction with the culture that worships her, she holds a compassionate regard for all life. With a tender hand, she blesses the works of the Shapers. Much like the gardeners of Ithor and Moltok, in the alien's own galaxy. In the same galaxy, she would be taken by the creature's former comrades as an aspect of the Living Force. Yet, ironically, those who worship her have nothing to do with that purportedly omnipresent, living energy field, or rather, it has nothing to do with them.

Yun-Txiin and Yun-Q'aah, the Lover Gods, bless love among the same caste, but strike down love between two different castes. Attachment is forbidden to a Jedi. Yet do they not remain attached to their own philosophies, just as the Yuuzhan Vong do to their own twisted religion?

Finally, the semicircle of idols ends with Yun-Shuno, the Pardoner. The goddess of forgiveness, she is the only deity the Shamed Ones are normally allowed to pray to. Their sole chance at redemption, save, as the creature has just witnessed, sacrifice. Like the Jedi of her home galaxy, Yun-Shuno saves the oppressed, champions their freedom against the forces of oppression. Treated with derision by members of the other castes, she is still treated with the full entitlements deserving to her as a goddess. All gods and goddesses demand worship and sacrifice.

Though she had tried to prevent it, the Yuuzhan Vong had continued on their invasion vector. The old Supreme Overlord feared the seeming "power" of the living world Zonama Sekot, and had tried to turn the worldship convoy around, only to be overthrown by Shimrra and his supporters, mainly Domains that saw that the Yuuzhan Vong would die in the Intergalactic Void if they did not find a new home. The bird-like alien remembers the Jamaane coup. Entire worldships, ripped apart by fiery pieces of superheated molten slag from yorik-et guns. Their populations, floating listlessly in the vacuum of space. Then, she had been grateful the Force was not found among the Yuuzhan Vong, for it would have caused a very profound disturbance.

Vergere returns her attention to the ceremony. Her home approaches. Soon, she will return to her people. She hides a grin on her beak-like mouth.

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posted 03-17-09 08:11 PM EDT (US) 4 / 294

Utapau
Dooku looked out over the deep sinkhole. He was still waiting for Grievous' report on Wat Tambor's operation in the Muun system. San Hill had been clamoring about the loss of his homeworld for some time now, and it was high time such whining be stopped. He was also interested to know how Tambor's expirament had gone, for any edge over the Republic was to be considered invaluable.

Calling to a nearby battledroid, he said, "Contact Grievous and tell him that I eagerly await Foreman Tambor's report."

"Yes, sir," the droid returned.

Dooku narrowed his eyes. The cyborg would be wise to not keep him waiting much longer.

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Flying Ace
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(id: Lord Vader672)

posted 03-17-09 08:24 PM EDT (US) 5 / 294

Utapau: Separatist stronghold

Mason Harper stood in the shadows leaning against one of the cold metal walls of the command center built off one of Utapau's sinkhole cities. Over at a holoprojector, Count Dooku eagerly awaited a transmission from the Supreme Commander of the Separatist droid armies.

It was rather unheard of for General Grievous to miss a scheduled transmission to the Count, but Mason couldn't really blame him what with him getting ready for the offensive against the Core systems.

Finally Dooku issued an order to a nearby droid to send a transmission to the Cyborg.

"Shall I make myself scarce when Grievous finally contacts you, Master?"

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Emissary of the Prophets
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(id: Admiral Zaarin)

posted 03-17-09 08:28 PM EDT (US) 6 / 294

Utapau
"Yes, but don't wander too far off," the Count said. "I may need you shortly."

Flying Ace
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(id: Lord Vader672)

posted 03-17-09 08:44 PM EDT (US) 7 / 294

Utapau: Separatist Stronghold

Mason nodded in acknowledgment. He spun around on his heel and left for the adjoining war room.

In the center of the spacious domed room was a holoprojector showing various status reports from various systems held by the CIS. Another battle fleet was ready to deploy at Sluis Van. A skirmish with pirates here and there. Nothing to major had occurred yet. However, if everything went according to Chairman Tambor's plan, Muunilinst will be retaken within the month.

Mason was quite surprised when he heard it had fallen. Clearly the Gen'Dai Durge wasn't as skilled as he had claimed since the world was under his protection. It was a failure that the Count did not easily forgive.

*beats head on desk*

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Moff
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posted 03-17-09 09:00 PM EDT (US) 8 / 294

OOC: Gorog, you textual showoff.

I think I like that intro so much that I'm gonna use it from now on.

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DECK 22

"Down, down!"

A whistling-something split the air as Captain Rom Mohc dove for the deck, his DC-15S carbine clenched in his grip. A blast of heat, sound, and the stench of vaporized metals, plastics, and flesh washed over him as the ballistic grenade exploded behind him in the corridor.

"Medic!" screamed a comlink-synthesized voice behind him, the Concord Dawn accent in that voice being all too familiar to the young GAR captain.

But there was no time to look back. The plan was frakked up beyond all recognition already. Mohc was supposed to lead his spacetroopers to board the Sep frigate and capture vital intel. Instead, the clankers beat the Republic troops to the punch and were boarding the transport ship.

Uttering a curse, Moch rolled out of the middle of the corridor to the sparse cover of the portside support beams. He could already hear the blaster rifle starting to fill the narrow passage, and the sound of metal chassis and armored bodies clattering to the floor. He hazarded a peek around his tiny modicum of protection to see a standard squad of B1-type battle droids with a fireteam's worth of Supers blazing away behind them.

The captain flicked his carbine to automatic and fired a couple long, sweeping bursts. A few droids sparked, screamed, twitched, and then fell. Mohc felt nothing but contempt for the idiotic, pre-programmed antics of the inferior mechanical beasts. But as he trained his sights on the deadly B2 Supers, he felt a touch of grudging respect and admiration. They were true killing machines, as opposed to the pathetic skeletal blaster fodder that surrounded them.

And, while still feeling that touch of admiration, he sent a stream of blue plasma stitching into the head and braincase of one of the tall, silver killers. His finger stayed on the trigger until the droid jerked and its brains burst out of the newly-formed cranial cravity like an electronic volcano.

He quickly pressed himself back against the corridor wall--dodging a slew of laser blasts--but heard the droid crash to the ground.

"Charge!"

The density of azure blasts in the corridor suddenly increased radically, as did the sound of armored feet on the durasteel deck. One of the white-armored men was actually standing next to Mohc for a moment, his DC-15A spraying tibanna-fueled death onto the droids. The next, a stream of crimson bolts tore into his chest and stomach. The clone dropped to his knees, and another salvo ripped through of the face of his helmet. As the body fell at Mohc's feet, the captain noted little was left of the armored face... let alone the flesh one beneath.

He waited a moment: he specialized in studying cybernetics. As such, he knew there was a minute delay between the targeting systems of the droids resetting from a targeted assault to a seek protocol. If he stepped out too soon, he'd meet the fate of the clone.

He mentally counted down, then pivoted, pointing his carbine at the droids--

--and wound up striking one squarely in the face with the muzzle.

"Ow!" it yelped with indignation.

Mohc instinctively squeezed the trigger before he had time to panic. The droid's head was blown to metallic confetti.

His finger stayed clenched on the trigger as he panned the blazing muzzle across the droids. Five more went down, mostly by sheer luck. The one that didn't was standing right next to the captain, and started to turn its body--and its rifle--toward him.

Instinct took hold again. The rifle barrel smashed across the B1's long face, causing its head to spin on its bearings. "Ow!"

Moch struck another blow, this time at the shoulder joint of the droid's trigger arm with his carbine's butt. The jarring was enough to break the electromagnetic control and fastening linkage, sending the arm to the deck.

"What the--?"

An open-palmed strike to its chest bought Mohc a few decimeters of breathing and thinking room. He used the droid's attempts to balance itself and analyze its situation to re-shoulder his carbine and send a burning beam into its power cell.

The droid fell into a pile of junk.

And Mohc realized he'd been exposed for nearly fifteen seconds--and was still alive. He looked around, and saw a veritable junkyard in the corridor. Then he looked back, and saw a graveyard marked in white plastoid.

"Captain, are you all right?" a clone trooper asked.

Mohc nodded. "Yes, Corporal. Sitrep."

"Deck 22 is clear," the faceless helmet seemed to say. "Unfortunately, the assault platoon was killed. General Geen has scrubbed the mission."

"And the boarder-repulsion teams?"

"There's still fighting on Deck 21. A hell of a lot of clankers, sir."

"Gather your men and follow me. We're going to Deck 21," growled Mohc.

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Melkor1
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posted 03-17-09 09:19 PM EDT (US) 9 / 294

Palpatine

Night had fallen over the Works on Coruscant.

Not that conventions like day and night mattered in this abandoned industrial sector. The poor beings, from the duracrete slugs that feasted on the dilapidated architecture to the more sentient vermin - addicts, smugglers, gangs - that languished in such forgotten sectors of the city-planet did not care what the rest of the world cared about night and day. It was, in a very real sense, always night here.

The perfect hideaway for a Sith lord.

Darth Sidious had shed the persona of the Supreme Chancellor and reveled in his true aura. The darkness of the Works shielded him, kept him safe in its dark side shroud. He smiled faintly; the Jedi, those pathetic zealots of a bygone time, thought that the Sith were producing the dark side cloud that impaired their vision. That was only partially true. Yes, Sidious did exert some influence to make sure that the Jedi never learned of his true nature, but in truth he had only to reach out into the Force and tap the natural dark side energy that every being projected. And every being did.

Except...

His smile soured. Something had gone wrong, he knew. Lord Tyranus would contact him soon and inform him that Foreman Tambor's attempt to recapture Muunilist had failed. Naturally, of course, Sidious already knew this. Keeping track of the Separatist Council and their emotions, even across the galaxy, had become easier as they had grown increasingly arrogant and greedy. And one did not need the perception of a Sith lord to feel, or the intelligence assets of a Chancellor to confirm, the sudden...loss of the Republic garrison on the world. And Muunilist was not the first; he had felt the same disturbance emanating from Belkadan, had heard similar reports of lost transmissions.

What made these...disturbances troubling, what set them apart, was their general lack. Whenever such an event, one large enough to generate a tremor in the Force, occured, it always reverberated throughout the entirety of the galaxy. He had felt such a disturbance, for instance, when Lord Maul had perished on Naboo. But not this time. The only real disturbance was the sudden lack of life in those regions of the galaxy.

Sidious, not a man given to fear, found it all quite nerve-wracking indeed.

Two other figures shadowed him, both of them loyal servants for many years now. Of the two, only his trusted adviser Sate Pestage knew of Sidious' true identity. The other man, Kinman Doriana, worked for Palpatine, yes, but he was also an invaluable Sith spy, never knowing that his two masters were one and the same. Both were aware of the crisis.

"We can do nothing," Doriana was saying, "until we have more information, my lord."

"While planets fall under the thrall of this unknown threat?" Pestage scoffed. "We cannot simply wait for...whatever this is to reach the Core, my lord. Action must be taken."

"I agree," Palpatine said in a low voice. "But Doriana is right. Without knowledge, we are powerless. We would only expend valuable resources."

"Why not send the Jedi?" Doriana posed. "They are willing enough sheep. Let the vronskyrs have their way with them; maybe we can learn something."

Palpatine chuckled. "While I relish the thought of the Jedi grinding themselves into dust at our command, the time to dispose of them has not yet come. I sense that they will be of some use to us before the end." But even my vision is shrouded of late, he thought, troubled. It is the only explanation for why I did not foresee this. That thought was even more unsettling than the first.

"My lord, they may not need much persuasion," Pestage said. "Will they not also sense the destruction in the Outer Rim?"

"It is possible," he replied. "For now, I'm afraid our options are somewhat limited. A military excursion is inadvisable, and the war must proceed according to plan as much as possible." Just what limits there are to that remain to be seen. He massaged his chin thoughtfully. "Let us see what the Force has in store for us for the moment. I will consult with Lord Tyranus. Perhaps he has some bit of information that has eluded me." Unlikely, but possible.

Both men nodded in acceptance of their lord's word. "I shall continue," Pestage said, "to monitor the situation to best of my ability, my lord. I will inform you of any new developments."

"Very well," Palpatine conceded. He did not like this. For a man who had placed a premium on knowing what happened in his galaxy, this sudden darkness was more than a little unnerving. He could tell that it troubled his advisors as well; he wondered what Dooku made of it. "You are dismissed. I must meditate on this recent turn of events." Pestage and Doriana bowed, leaving Palpatine alone with his musings.

He somewhat dreaded Dooku's transmission. It could be that his apprentice would be able to lay his fears to rest, but he doubted it. No; the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like the event he had been dreading had come. He clenched his fist, letting a rare moment of pure rage wash over him. After all his work! After everything he had done to prepare! If only he had had more time...

But time was about, he sensed, to become a rare commodity. His mind went back to the Outbound Flight incident, to the loss of the Jedi Jorus C'Baoth and the crews of those six Dreadnaughts. Doriana had been instrumental in managing that whole affair. And yet the expedition had born unexpected fruit. He closed his eyes and recalled Doriana's words, the ones that had first set his blood to chill: "There's an invasion coming. A massive assault force of dark ships, shadowy figures, and weapons of great power, based on organic technology of a sort we've never seen before."

What if it was true? What if the Far-Outsiders had finally come?

Palpatine, Darth Sidious - the most powerful man in the galaxy - suddenly felt quite afraid indeed.

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(id: Lord Vader672)

posted 03-17-09 10:15 PM EDT (US) 10 / 294

Oh yeah I have Yoda. Oops

Coruscant: Jedi Temple, Room of a Thousand Fountains

Yoda sat upon a rock overlooking a waterfall, meditating. Feeling, or at least trying to feel, the Force around him. The shroud of the Dark Side made many things difficult.

Then, suddenly, it hit him. Something was very very wrong. Somewhere in the vast galaxy full of life was something...Dead. But it was a strange death. Like it was dead to the Force entirely. For a being to be dead to the Force was not unheard of. But on such a massive scale?

Just then the door slid open, and Master Mace Windu entered the room.

"You feel it as well?" Mace asked the aging master.

Yoda closed his eyes and nodded, "troubling this feeling is. Never before have I felt anything like this."

Mace sat down on a rock next to Yoda. "So what do we do?"

"Nothing we can do," Yoda began, "a dangerous situation this could be. Going to face it blindly would be-"

"Another Geonosis," Mace finished bitterly. "I will call an emergency meeting of the Council if you feel it wise."

"This is an important matter. Discuss this we must.

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posted 03-17-09 11:51 PM EDT (US) 11 / 294

Invisible Hand, Ord Biniir

Invisible Hand's turbolasers lashed out again, catching the next supply transport amidships and snapping it in half. Secondary explosions lit the black background of space as the mighty Separatist flagship selected a new target, a medium-tonnage escort ship. The two ships dueled with flashes of red and blue, but the outcome was never in doubt. While the battle-if the one-sided skirmish could be labeled as such-an imposing figure stood, mechanical hands clasped behind its cape, on the bridge of Invisible Hand.

His face was hidden by a durasteel mask that was polished to a sheen. A pair of holes displayed yellow reptilian eyes, glowing cruelly in the darkened bridge lighting. There was almost no flesh visible on the creature's body. Instead, what little organic tissue remained of it was protected in a green fluid sac behind a series of curving metal ribs. Angular arms and legs ending in six-digited clawed hands and feet were partially obscured by a flowing red and silver cape.

On the inside of the cape were four lightsabers.

General Grievous watched the farce unfolding before him with increasing frustration and boredom. While this was a vital supply convoy for the Republic troops holding out in the next sector-Garqi-he still wished to be there, overseeing the siege of the enemy less than a hundred light-years away. Still, the last of his tactical droids had been destroyed by saboteurs in transit, so he was forced to leave the siege in the hands of the organic commander on the ground, General Prath, and ensure the destruction of the reinforcements before they could jepordize the attack.

One of his specially modified bridge crew droids approached him. "General," the unit said, its voice far less ridiculous than the mainline B1 units, "we have recieved a transmission from Count Dooku."

Grievous nodded slowly, acknowledging the droid. He continued to watch the transports explode under his ship's guns for a moment, then wordlessly turned and stalked to the aft section of the bridge, where he knelt before the holoprojector. Sensing his presence, the life-size avatar of Count Dooku appeared. "What is your bidding," Grievous asked, "my lord?"

Orrion Carn
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 00:20 AM EDT (US) 12 / 294

These are the type of Star Wars RPGs I like, what if scenarios, let's not let this one die now. Let's make this one LIVE!

Third Fleet, Flagship Pilgrim,
Shili System

Jonathan looked out into the depths of space, wondering what would become of this war with the droid army, would peace radiate from the stars? Or would it bring a far worse tragedy? He shook his head and cleared that thought, he was fighting for the Republic, to free the Galaxy from the Sith. He walked the diamond shaped bridge of the Pilgrim, a fine ship. Jonathan nearly tripped into one of the Command Pits of the bridge, a fault with his leg, having been shot by a stray blaster bolt during an attack on his previous vessel, the Prosecutor. After making his usual rounds around the bridge, he returned to the front of the bridge to think.
A pair of Arc-170s flew past the bridge, patrolling the area around the vessel. He gave off a small smirk at the now fading fighters, envying their freedom to fly small, fast single-ships, while he was stuck here, on a slow moving vessel, that is practicly a blaster magnet. He turned his attention away from the fighters and looked at his fleet, seven other Venator Assault Cruisers and five support Acclimator Cruisers, a formidable fleet. But something hit Jonathan hard in his stomach, something was very wrong� Things were going to get bad, quick.

Flagship Pilgrim�s specially built Meditation Chamber

Ravindran sat in the chamber, with rocks and grass in it, she sat with her eyes closed in the center of the room as she thought, Ravindran was nearing the stages of becoming a Master, she had tried and tried again to heighten her senses with the Force, but had failed every time, gaining no knowledge from it. She spent many hours trying, but always failing. The Jedi Masters had been wary about her attempting to establish a deeper connection with the Force, as they thought she was power hungry, and that she would fall to the Dark Side. But, against the Council�s wishes, she continued, and she tried again� Something was wrong this time, she felt,
�Anger�
�Lust�
�Power�
She felt something else� Her eye lids showed the struggle she was having, as it was not easy to spot for someone of her stature in the Force� She dug deep into it, until it came to her,
�Death�
This force that she was feeling was dead, not physically, but in the Force she felt. She jumped as her Communications System came online, beeping annoyingly. She stood and activated it; Master Windu appeared in a ghostly blue form. She symbolically bowed to the Master,

�Master Windu, may I be of service to you?� The ghostly form shifted uneasily and Master Windu said,
�Have you felt it?�

�Felt�� She paused and thought for a moment, could he have sensed the same thing?
�Yes� A feeling of, Anger, Lust, Power and-�

�And Death�� Windu said,

�How did you-?�

�Many have felt it, it is disturbing, even some of the younglings� You are to return to the Temple and we will wait and see what this new threat is,�

�Yes Master Windu, but what of the Shili system?�

�I fear that the Shili system, the Ryloth system, and many others, will fall with this new threat. You must return to the Temple and discuss this matter with your fellow Jedi; we must try and study this new, veiled threat, through the Force together,� He said this and the ghostly figure faded away.

Ravindran�s Mind began to race, what was this new threat? Is it a weapon of the Confederacy? Her mind continued to race as she passed two Clones as she entered the elevator to the Bridge.

Hallway 17-B

Waxer and Boil were discussing about their engagement on Ryloth, on how many droids they�d destroyed while liberating it, when Jedi Knight Ravindran hastily walked past them, which got them worried, Jedi walked calmly, not in hast� Something bad was going to happen, a Jedi ordeal that the Clones would soon be brought into no doubt.

�What do you think that was about?� Waxer said,

�I don�t know, but whatever it is, be prepared to get to the armory,�

�Why do you always think something bad is always going to happen?� Waxer said curiously,

�We�re Expendable, whenever the Jedi have a problem with the clankers; they meditate and then send us into battle,� Boil said with discomfort,

�Yeah true, but General Kenobi saved us from that patch of supers, everybody else in our squad was dead, but the General didn�t leave us there to die, he saved us,�

Boil shook his head in disbelief, the General needed them to help take the city back, if he had enough men, he wouldn�t care about Waxer or himself.
They arrived at the mess-hall, dozens and dozens of Clones and officers sat at tables and ate their meals, the two Clones got in line, grabbed their food trays and walked down and grabbed their meals, but something hit both Boil and Waxer, that maybe, just maybe, their meals would turn Sour�

Pilgrim�s Bridge

Ravindran entered and without hast, ordered for the fleet to return to Coruscant under the Jedi Order�s commands. Everyone in the room either stood or sat silent, they had just arrived twelve hours ago, on the Jedi�s Command, and now they need to return, on the Jedi�s Command. There was an awkward silence in the room, Jonathan, without turning, said,
�I don�t here buttons clicking or order confirmations,�
Within a few second, men and officers in the room got back to work, some saying they�ll activate the Hyperdrive while others say they�ll call the fighters back. A flood of voices filled the room as the ship prepared to go to lightspeed.
Jonathan turned from his spot in front of the viewport and walked to Ravindran, nearly tripping again due to the fault in his leg.

�Captain, I don�t mean to intrude it�s just-�

�It�s just Jedi matters, if they want us to leave this system, I have no complaints, I would just like to know the matter at hand that would have my fleet coming back to Corusant so soon,�

�It is� Veiled to us, something that we are not sure of,�

�Very well, Lieutenant, warn the rest of the fleet to Rendezvous back to Corusant, Jedi's Orders,�

[This message has been edited by Orrion Carn (edited 03-18-2009 @ 06:45 PM).]

Kongou Dess
Moff
(id: Moff Yittreas)

posted 03-18-09 01:37 AM EDT (US) 13 / 294

OOC: Aaaaaaaaagh. Can you use something besides black? That's very hard to read.

TheCommodore
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 07:29 AM EDT (US) 14 / 294

I made a poster for this if you want to use it.

I'm going to post later today hopefully, but first I have to see to some other RP sites I'm a member of; been slacking recently!

- "So wake up, Mr Freeman. Wake up, and smell the ashes." -

Cheapy the Hutt
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 10:10 AM EDT (US) 15 / 294

Who's using black?

TheCommodore
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 10:17 AM EDT (US) 16 / 294

Oops! I made a typo in the word 'apocalypse' on that first poster. Here is a corrected version.

- "So wake up, Mr Freeman. Wake up, and smell the ashes." -

Admiral Fyyar
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 10:54 AM EDT (US) 17 / 294

Mygeeto

The Muun species was usually regarded as a cold and calculating species, not at all prone to emotional outbursts, but what Techno Union Foreman Wat Tambor was facing right now was one angry Muun banker chairman.
"So you lost two of my frigates to a bunch of rocks?!" San Hill, Chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan and financier of much of the Separatist war effort, demanded.
Tambor attempted to explain, "they were not just rocks, Hill. They were moving around and firing flaming objects after all, and we also believe they wiped out an entire Republic battle group before that. We are dealing with something extraordinary here.."
"Whoa, whoa, did you say an entire Republic battle group? Can you confirm that, Tonith?" the chairman interjected.
Admiral Tonith, a Muun himself, nodded and said, "it's all in the report."
"Well, that's splendid news!" Hill made an incomprehensible Muun gesture with his thin arms, "that means the Republic garrison at Muunilinst had lost a fourth of its combat strength! They are ripe for the taking!"
"Are you mad? There is some kind of exotic enemy on the loose out here, an enemy which resisted my new Ion Wedge! Don't you suppose we should find out what is going on?" Protested Tambor.
"Don't remind me of your little gadget's failure, Tambor, it cost me a pair of frigates. You probably made some small calculation error that messed it all up, you tech guys usually do."
"Hill, you..."
Hill held up a hand, "now don't overheat your suit's circuits. Admiral Tonith will lead my fleet in the retaking of our homeworld of Muunilinst, which will proceed as soon as its assembled. He'll also be able to recognize those oh so scary rocks if they should return. And that is a Banking Clan executive order."
Tonith saluted, while Tambor shrugged, "you're making a very grave mistake, Hill, letting your opportunism overcome you like that. But what do I care?" He started for the door, and as he exited, he turned around and remarked, "oh, and by the way, I think I forgot to empty the frigates' treasure vaults before installing the ion cannons. Too bad all those valuables are now just floating around in space", which ignited Hill's fury.
But Tambor was already on his way to finding out about those rocks himself.

ADMIRAL FYYAR
The RPG & Election Ruiner
Lord Fooby & Lord Fyyarby '09 - The Superior Choice

Emissary of the Prophets
Clone Trooper
(id: Admiral Zaarin)

posted 03-18-09 11:25 AM EDT (US) 18 / 294

Utapau
"Lord Grievous," Dooku greeted grimly. "I am awaiting my report on Wat Tambor's mission to Muunalinst. I sense something has gone terribly wrong, and I want that report!"

TheCommodore
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 11:29 AM EDT (US) 19 / 294

Ventress

"Back, witch!"

The Jedi Padawan's clumsy strike was parried with ease, and his opponent laughed cruelly at the attempt. Asajj Ventress was a Sith. Though no title had been bestowed upon her by her master Dooku, she knew that in her soul that was what she was destined to be; proof came in these confrontations with the Jedi. Her skills were superior to all of them, as far as she cared to see, especially those like the human male who now sought to challenge her. With a spin of one of her two curved-hilt lightsabers, she deflected another strike then brought her other hand down with a heavy swipe, ending the Padawan's delusions in a hiss of scarlet meeting flesh. Cut down, the young man crumpled to the floor, allowing the Dark Acolyte to flip over his form and cut down two of his clonetroopers whom had hurried up to assist their commander and arrived seconds too late.

"Where are the other Jedi?" Ventress demanded on her droid commander over her wrist-comlink.

The droid was sat in its AAT a long distance away in the gorge below, where a large battle was taking place between amassed Republic and Separatist forces for the world of Cularin. Strategically unimportant from a military perspective, the world was held in awe by many Force-using orders in the galaxy, not least of all the Jedi and the Sith. The planet was, itself, believed to be strong in the Force, with the midichlorians whispering en masses in all life in the system more strongly than the majority of other planets. Ventress herself sensed little difference on the planet, but perhaps that was because the commander of the droid army that had invaded the system - a Neimodian named Urin Rute - had utilised an extensive biological bombing campaign before landing his troops. Much of the natural wildlife had been wiped out or poisoned.

Her mission was simple; the Jedi had deployed a twelve-member team to the planet in order to lead its defence, emphasising the importance they accorded the system, and she was to assassinate them all in order to allow the Neimodian's ground troops to take the capital. Counting the Padawan that lay dead at her feet now, the count was up to ten; only the two ranking Masters of the team remained to dispatch of. She dwelt on how she was going to take them out in the few seconds it took the droid commander to process her request,

"The Aqualish Jedi Master is in the command bunker," it replied, "And the Twilek Jedi Master is leading the Republic troops in the gorge."

In the gorge.

Ventress took three quick strides to the edge of the cliff where she had duelled the Padawan and killed his company, which had been making its way to perform a flanking maneuver on General Rute's droids. Looking down at the battle below, where AT-TEs and hailfire droids met in the narrow pass amidst a flurry of rockets and missiles, with the clones and droids scurrying around them like ants next to beetles. After a few seconds of scanning the massed chaos with her eyes, Ventress was able to spot and zone in one the sight of a green lightsaber spinning and twirling through the ranks of the droids, cutting many of them down. A Twilek, orange in skin colour, was leading the Republic defence of the gorge, and seemed to be close to driving back the Separatists; General Rute needed control of the gorge in order to reach Cularin's capital city, and if he was halted there then the siege would drag on indefinitely as the droids and clones would both have to dig themselves in for one of Cularin's infamous winters.

Time to end this. The assassin mused to herself, before turning her head to her right and raising her hands.

At her command, the boulders and rocks at the top of the cliff began to shift, and the top surface of the clifftop began to crack in several places. Taking more energy than she had anticipated - which Ventress mused might have been due to the planet's Force Sensitivity - the Dark Jedi eventually managed to cause enough of the clifftop to crack in on itself, prompting a landslide that send a storm of huge chunks of rock to fall down on the amassed Republic forces below. Watching on as the boulders hit both droid and clone alike, Ventress spied the Jedi Master realising too late what was happening and raising his own hands to stop the landslide; he was not quick enough, however, and he was crushed with his clones by the wave of rock. Many droids were destroyed too, but the losses looked acceptable in comparison to the utter destruction of the clone force; now only the modest garrison in the capital remained of the Republic resistance on Cularin.

"Ventress to General Rute. I have cleared the way, you may now proceed to the cap-"

Ventress paused, as a wave of dread filled her mind. She dropped the comlink and put a hand to her head, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, as quickly as it had come, it went, and the Dark Jedi quickly gathered herself again to pick up the comlink.

"Proceed to the capital, General."

What was that? Ventress thought as she turned the frequency of her comlink to that of her master Tyranus; if she had sensed something, then so would he. I've never sensed something like that before.

"My Master. I felt a tremor in the Force, the likes of which I've never felt before."

Windu

The Jedi Council had been convened. Looking around at the members - some merely in the form of holograms given the widespread nature of the Clone Wars not allowing for them to attend in person - Master Mace Windu frowned. All of them had sensed the same thing; the presence of an unknown, an anomaly, in the galaxy had disturbed them all. He knew he would have to be the first to speak.

"I do not need to explain further why we're here," he uttered to his colleagues, "We all felt it, and we are all blind to its nature. My initial reaction was to assume the Sith were to blame, but upon further reflection I am sure that this new presence - or lack of - is something utterly new to the galaxy, but we dare not commit a large number of Jedi to investigating it. We must balance caution with decisiveness. This Council is open to suggestion."

- "So wake up, Mr Freeman. Wake up, and smell the ashes." -

Cheapy the Hutt
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 01:05 PM EDT (US) 20 / 294

Invisible Hand

Dooku was not in a good mood today, it appeared.

"My lord," Grievous began, "has something happened? Foreman Tambor's force should have reported in by now, I admit, but surely that is no cause for concern-"

"General."

Grievous took the hint. "Yes, my lord." He reached to the right and tapped a command into the holoprojector keypad. A few moments later, the shimmering form of Foreman Wat Tambor appeared. The Techno Union leader visibly jumped at the sight of Grievous. "Ah! General! I, uh, I was not expecting-"

"Your. Report."

Your turn, Fyyar.

Merai
Clone Trooper
(id: Commander Merai)

posted 03-18-09 01:06 PM EDT (US) 21 / 294

OOC: Thanks, TheCommodore, it's a great banner and really appreciated.

AGAMAR

Sora Bulq trod contemptuously on the corpse of a Clone trooper without a glance, gazing around him as he did so. Nothing; the clones were in full retreat, ceding the road to Talma Muun to Bulq's droid armies. Excellent. Count Dooku would be pleased.

Truth be told, the fallen Jedi had no love for Agamar. This backwater rural world was largely deserted, its people uneducated simpletons. Talma Muun was the capital not because it was large enough to be a 'city' in the true sense of the word, but because it was the largest functioning settlement. But the planet's position as a strategic crossroads in the Mirgoshir System made it very important in the Clone Wars; and war had now ravaged the planet almost consistently since the Republic attack began almost two years ago. In that time, over 25% of the population had died, and countless Clones and droids had been wiped out.

In short, Bulq thought with a small smile, This world is a perfect microcosm for the Galaxy itself. A furnace which consumes both sides... But after years of struggle, the Count had decided that the time had come for this pathetic mudball to fall, and so he had despatched Sora to end the battle. Sora, once among the mightiest of the Jedi; one of the few in the Galaxy who had mastered Vaapad, who could duel Master Windu himself. And he did not intend to fail.

Rumors abounded of Jedi reinforcements; of more Republic forces coming towards Agamar. Sora neither knew nor cared if they were true- indeed, he hoped they were. More victims could only be a good thing. Which was why....

"Oh..." His eyes widened in surprise, and he nearly dropped his lightsaber hilt. His droids swivelled their heads to him in surprise. Pushing aside distractions, Sora closed his eyes for a moment. There was... there was something in the Force... something unsettling, like a vast wave of horror rising.... and now that he reached out, a vacuum.... a terrible, terrible vacuum of absolute nothingness, which was all too close to Agamar, all too close.. and...

His eyes opened. For him to sense anything at all over the rages and tides of the Clone Wars was shocking in itself- for even atrocities were scarcely whispers on the Force in these days, with even the Dark Side clouded. But for him to have sensed something so powerful? So vast, so massive? He wouldn't be surprised if countless other force-wielders had sensed it in this part of the Galaxy. And certainly it must have been sensed by...

"Lord Tyranus..." he murmured. With a dark glance at the sky, he hurried towards his command post. Something was coming to Agamar, he knew.

Something big.

Cheapy the Hutt
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 01:21 PM EDT (US) 22 / 294

Darkspace, en route to Agamar

Commander Tsavong Lah, leader of the glorious spearhead of the God's will, watched with a growing amount of pride as his force prepared to emerge from darkspace. The swirling blue and black void did nothing to hide the dozen or so ships in his armada, which had been granted the honor of being one of the first few to confront the infidels. His own father, the Warmaster, had given him this honor. A few undisciplined warriors had grumbled that Czulkang Lah was favoring his son, but then again they were no longer alive to regret their gossip.

His own flagship, the mighty Miid Ro'ik Jaws of Victory, blazed the path through darkspace for the rest of the fleet, roughly a dozen cruisers and frigates. Countless yorik-et hung onto the tendrils of their carrier ships, waiting to be released as soon as they emerged into lightspace.

A subordinate approached him, bowing to show his respect. "Commander, the other ships in our force have responded to our hails. They are ready for battle."

"Excellent. Make ready to launch all craft the moment we exit darkspace. They will form into a wedge and act as the spearhead of our assault on the planet. Yorik-trema will follow behind them and secure a beachhead once I have selected a target."

"What of the fleet, commander?"

"We will crush all infidels in orbit and screen the landing from space."

I won't attack yet, Merai. I just wanted to open with Tsavong Lah.

Admiral Fyyar
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 01:30 PM EDT (US) 23 / 294

SCV-15

Wat Tambor removed his pressure suit with a delighted gasp. Being back on a Skakoan ship finally allowed him to remove the mechanic prison in which he was forced to spend most of his time off his homeworld Skakoa. Of course there were sufficiently pressurized rooms in all Techno Union facilities as well as ships, which he was greatly enjoying right now. It also liberated him from his troublesome vocabulator, which had a very annoying tendency of malfunctioning whenever he wanted to say something important.

But here he was free. The SCV-15 was one the Techno Union superfreighters, huge blocks of durasteel carrying the products of a galatic technological conglomerate in their spacious cargo holds. This particular ship had transported the Ion Wedge equipment to Mygeeto, where it had been installed on the Banking Clan ships.
The Ion Wedge project... in the light of their incursion with the aggressive rocks, it suddenly seemed completely insignificant. They had laid out the enlarged Conner nets and boosted them as much as possible, and yet even this huge unleashing of ion energy had not affected the unknown rocks the slightest. In other words, the project had failed totally. Was he responsible? Had the tests been carried out against too low powered ships, not taking the cap drains of bigger ships into consideration? Had he got some number wrong in one of his calculations, as that slimy banker had said? How could he, the most successful industrialist and one of the most ingenious engineers and scientists of his time, have failed so miserably? The thought of personal failure was almost unbearable to him, and was rapidly sending him down a spiral of depression.

Fortunately, the HoloNet transceiver suddenly began making noise, a very special noise. In fact, it was the only noise which could pull up Tambor from his state of self-pity right now, the noise of an incoming message from the Supreme Commander, the fearsome cyborg General Grievous, slaughterer of Jedi and practitioner of war-winning but sickening brutality. The Kaleesh warlord had been gravely injured in a shuttle crash - arranged by no other than banker Hill, in fact - and rebuilt as the cyborg commander of the Confederate Droid armies. It took only a few moments for Tambor to activate the HoloNet projector, and for a full-sized hologram of the gruesome general to appear on it, staring down at Tambor.

"Ah! General! I, uh, I was not expecting-"
"Your. Report." at least it was always straight talk with Grievous, unlike most of his snivelling fellow councilmembers.
Suddenly, a wave of fear rolled over Tambor, and for a moment he said nothing, until he mustered the courage to speak, "we failed to achieve ionisation of any enemy vessel, even at medium range, General," he held up a hand to pre-empt Grievous' comments, "BUT the enemy we faced was not the Republic, in fact it was nothing like anything I or Admiral Tonith have ever encountered before."
Grievous looked at him for a few seconds before saying, "go on."
"Th-they were more like rocks, autonomous rocks. In many different sizes and colours, and their movement patterns prove they were being propelled, not just floating around, as rocks usually do in space. But the most worrying thing about them is that they opened fire, the rocks fired at us! And as if that isn't enough, they had already destroyed an entire Republic battle group."
"You expect me to believe this poodo?" Demanded Grievous.
Tambor pressed some buttons on the console, "here, have a look at the report yourself. It is of supreme importance that is it relayed to the Count as well. We might have a new, unknown enemy on our hands. I would report it to him myself if I was not going out to investigate exactly what is going on out there in the Tingel Arm."
The cyborg general just growled, and Tambor continued, "but now you must excuse me, we are entering Hyperspace shortly. I will of course report my findings to you, as soon as I have made any progress. This could be something of monumental importance to the entire Galaxy!"
"You better not be joking, Tambor."
Emboldened by his sudden feeling of a great task depending on him, he said, "that's Foreman Tambor to you. Now I must go." Before Grievous could protest, Tambor shut off the projector.

Within moments, the freighter would jump to Lightspeed, in order to rendezvous with a Techno Union fleet above Bandomeer. If Hill wanted to waste all his ships storming a Republic fortress, so be it, but Tambor would find those rocks, and hopefully some of their crews, take them back to his base on Metalorn... and dissect them. He would cut and crack and split, he would experiment until he knew all about them, and he could hardly wait.

ADMIRAL FYYAR
The RPG & Election Ruiner
Lord Fooby & Lord Fyyarby '09 - The Superior Choice

[This message has been edited by Admiral Fyyar (edited 03-18-2009 @ 04:21 PM).]

Cheapy the Hutt
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 01:37 PM EDT (US) 24 / 294

Invisible Hand

Grievous stared at the blank holoprojector for a moment, unsure what to say.

He turned and saw Dooku still waiting, but there was a new expression on his face. Something Grievous, in hia many years of dealing with the Count, had never seen before.

Fear.

"My lord," he started to say, "I am transmitting the full report to you now." He tapped a few keys and copied Tambor's file before attaching it to the transmission. As Dooku looked down, Grievous began to read the report for the first time. What he saw bewildered him. Giant rocks? Propelled through space by gravitic anomolies and armed with some sort of plasma-based weapon? He wondered for a moment if this wasn't an elaborate attempt by Tambor to cover up the failure of his Ion Wedge. No, it couldn't be. Despite his scientific brilliance, even Tambor wasn't creative enough to fabricate something like this.

Grievous looked up. Dooku was still reading the report, so he waited to see what the Count would say.

Flying Ace
Clone Trooper
(id: Lord Vader672)

posted 03-18-09 02:42 PM EDT (US) 25 / 294

@ Melkie: So where oh where should we have our two dudes start out?

Orrion Carn
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 03:51 PM EDT (US) 26 / 294

Sorry guys, I'm using Sapphire, it must be coming up black to you guys. I'll color change to Green if that's alright.

Gorog
Clone Trooper
(id: Bando_Gora1138)

posted 03-18-09 04:03 PM EDT (US) 27 / 294

*Thinks of where to insert Elias and Nute*

It would help if you used spaces between your paragraphs, Fyyar. The way you have your posts right now is really hard to read.

Just saying. And what's going on? I'm a little confused...so far I understand that Muunilinst has fallen to the Yuuzhan Vong, the Jedi and Sith have sensed the vacuum in the Force, and Tsavong Lah is headed to Agamar. It seems most of the major players have no knowledge of the full extent of the invasion force. What else?

Admiral Fyyar
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 04:06 PM EDT (US) 28 / 294

I dunno where I picked up that compact writing, but I'll change it

Anyway, I didn't think Muunilinst had fallen yet. I kinda hoped for a three-way battle, perhaps with the Vong entering the fray after Tonith has fought his way through part of the Republic defence?

ADMIRAL FYYAR
The RPG & Election Ruiner
Lord Fooby & Lord Fyyarby '09 - The Superior Choice

Orrion Carn
Clone Trooper

posted 03-18-09 04:11 PM EDT (US) 29 / 294

I like Fyyar's idea.

Well, in my guess, we're building up to it. No one knows about this new threat, as they probably would have in the NJO age (Just a guess, I haven't read about it much).

But I feel it will become more clear after things get cooking.

Post later today.

[This message has been edited by Orrion Carn (edited 03-18-2009 @ 04:12 PM).]

Gorog
Clone Trooper
(id: Bando_Gora1138)

posted 03-18-09 04:15 PM EDT (US) 30 / 294

Melkor implied in his post with Palpy that it had already been taken by the Vong.

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