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Post by General_Trageton » Tue Apr 28, 2009 9:53 pm

Vince sighed and rolled his eyes. Skywalker indeed knew how to pick the least fortunate timing, bumping right into the middle of one of the most important conversations he'd ever made. Then again, stalling the jedi master wasn't too wise either. He would want answers and given what had happened Vince somehow felt he owed them to him. "Master Skywalker" He greeted him. "I must say you're sooner than I expected."

As for Darron ... they had both made their points clear and each of them would have to chew on what had been said. Whether Vince agreed with what Darron had said was one thing, whether he could trust him was another. He was now convinced that the whole defection affair seemed to be an act of desparation - a cry for help of sorts. And while most of the accusations were false and pretty far fetched, some of the words still gnawed on his mind. There was, in fact, one thing he intentionally hadn't brought forth. One thing he wouldn't tell Darron, even though it would nullify some of his points. It was a secret that had been buried long ago and that he had promised to keep. This one thing Mryna would have to tell Darron herself.

Darron grimaced, straightening. "I suppose this is the point, where you ask the guards to escort me to my cell?" His voice was dripping of irony, and it was unmistakable that the jedi's interrupting them was more than disturbing to him. So close! Vince mused, fighting a slight anger. So close to setting things sort-of straight! It was indeed highly displeasing. He couldn't blame Darron for this reaction. And he knew that it was now up to him to somehow resolve this, and that meant making concessions.
"I guess we both have a lot to think about." Vince said diplomatically. Waving one of the guards he signaled him to unlock Darron's restraints. "These guards will escort you to your quarter. Mryna will want to see you, when she wakes up in medical. You should go and see her."
Moderately puzzled Darron stared at his now free hands, then at Vince. "You ... trust me?"
"Not entirely, yet. But right now Mryna needs you at her side. She's tough and her will is strong. But she's not all powerful."
"I suppose we've all been through a lot of crap lately." Darron eventually admitted, his voice losing a bit of its tension. "Noone goes through that untouched."
"Prove to me that you care for her, Darron, rather than just using her as an excuse to spite me! That's all I ask." For a short moment his expression darkened. "Betray me again and I'll personally load you into a fusion cannon and blast you into the nearest star."
Even despite the still tense atmosphere Darron had to chuckle. "Fair enough I guess."
"Dismissed, Admiral."
For the first time in what seemed an eternity Darron offered him as much as a sincere nod. "Your highness" and joined the guards waiting outside.

"My apologies for bursting in so brashly." Skywalker eventually began, taking the seat opposed to the provisorically restored desk.
Vince merely shrugged. "I'm getting used to it."
"I am glad to see you are alive and well. I heard rumors of your death and felt compelled to investigate."
"By all means the rumors are true." Vince said thoughtfully. "I was killed, even though the circumstances of my demise are slightly different from what the media have to offer."
"Hmm" the jedi made. "So you are ... a clone?"
"In a way" Vince nodded solemnly. "This body is a clone. But my mind is still the same. Without going into too much detail, I have found ways to cheat death every now and then."
"I judge from your words that this is a tale for another time?"
Vince forced a light smile onto his lips. "I'd be glad to reveal to you the secrets of my immortality at a later point, but for now let's focus on the more pressing matters at hand."
"Agreed." The jedi master said. "So what happened? I sensed a strong disturbance in the force ... and a powerful darkside aura surrounding the Empress."
Vince sighed. This was the time wher he'd have to lay the cards on the table - no use in hiding it from the jedi any longer. "Shiromy studied ancient Sith legends" he explained honestly, soon Skywalker's face changed, a growing tone of worry shadowed his expression, as he seemed to take in every word Vince would utter like a large chunk to swallow. "It was out of pure interest, nothing more." Vince continued. "She is a powerful warrior, Skywalker. Her mind, her will, is amongst the strongest I have ever encountered. I ...." He sighed. "It is my fault. I thought she could withstand them."
The jedi rose from his chair and folded his hands behind his back, deep lines of thought cutting through his face. "The dark side of the Force can corrupt even the strongest and most noble of us, if we allow it to."
"I know I have made a mistake, Skywalker." Vince eventually said, with the revelations from the jedi master, guilt crept up his spine. "I should not have underestimated what those teachings could do to her. I shouldn't have allowed her to go that far." He sighed, "And here's what I got for my ignorance."
"Studying Sith legends out of pure interest is no crime." Skywalker said, reasuringly. "It all comes down to how far one dares to go. The transition is subtle and often we don't realize, until it is already too late. The more consumed by the darkside she becomes the more she will be convinced that everything she does and thinks is justified."
Vince sat there for a long time, saying nothing. It made sense now. The fragmented impressions Shiromy had taken in, combined with her mind corrupted by the darkside must have had burned a twisted picture into her mind. A distorted abomination of reality. From her point of view everything she did was righteous and just. It was a horrifying thought. Looking up at the jedi his expression was almost imploring. "Is there a way to save her?"
"There is." Skywalker said slowly. "Sort-of."

The high pitched beeping of the intercomm interrupted them. Vince groaned. This definitely was one lousy day with interruptions continuously occurring in the worst possible moments.
"I hope this is important."
"It definitely is, Mylord." Blexton's voice was tense and hoarse. "The Empress has demanded an update on our pursuit of the Black Scorpion. She also has called a closed emergency meeting of the supreme council. I don't know the details yet, but you might want to observe." Great, just great! Just now that he dearly needed some time to think things through, matters came in thick and fast.
"Alright." Vince said and leaned back. "Link me in, observation mode only!"
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Post by FarShot » Tue Apr 28, 2009 10:31 pm

Of course, Skywalker could do nothing but watch. Sitting down again, he decided to ponder what to tell the Emperor. Or rather, Vince Trageton. The term "emperor" carried a negative connotation in these post-Imperial days. Comparisons, even by title, should be taken lightly. Vince was nothing like Palpatine.
Shiromy Gitann, on the other hand, had much in common with Anakin Skywalker. No doubt she thought she was in the right, the only one sane while everyone around her turned against her. It would be difficult getting her to change back into the noble warrior Vince Trageton had loved. The only experience Luke had with untwisting what remained of his father back into the image of light he would have to impart on Vince. To do that, he couldn't be his teacher or mentor. He had to be his friend.
And the first step to do that was to open up.
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Post by General_Trageton » Tue Apr 28, 2009 11:30 pm

Vince and Skywalker observed the ominous holo-circle, as one after another the holograms of the ESS Supreme Commanders emerged, completing the circle. It had been a familiar sight to Vince, standing side by side with his supreme commanders, his brothers in arms. Finally Shiromy appeared - taking his place in the circle. Vince shivered at her sight. Even through the distorted and downscaled holo-projection one could clearly notice her pale skin and the almost glowing eyes, standing out strongly to her dark robes. Across the table Skywalker frowned and rubbed his chin.

"My friends" Shiromy addressed the circle and her voice was grave. "the investigations following the brutal murder of our Emperor have turned up new, troubling evidences. With the fake evidence the Kaos Coalition has planted into our network new horrible truths have been uncovered showing clearly how far the deception among us has spread already. It has become obvious now that the Emperor himself was aware of this and has been playing a major part in this scheme, collaborating with with the KC leaders on purpose, aiming to cause harm to my very person. I know now that my daughter is in the hands of the Kaos Coalition. I must assume that their goal is to train her in their ways for the purpose of turning her against me. I cannot allow this to go any further. It is time for us to put an end of this treachery."
Vince sat there open-mouthed, speechless, gazing in shock at the holographic assembly. This couldn't be true! How could she even think of this? It was absurd! His whole body was tensed, shaking under the tempest of sorrow turning into anger.
"I don't believe this." Vince said tonelessly. He remembered Skywalker's words - the twisted picture of reality was now more obvious than ever - just as Shiromy herself now seemed like a twisted distortion of the woman he had once loved. It was devastating.
"Calm yourself!" he heard Skywalker's voice it was low yet urging. "Don't act on impulse! If she learns you were resurrected -"
"This isn't about me, Skywalker." Vince interrupted him. "Shiromy is about to declare war to what used to be our closest friends." He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to let go of the boiling anger. "This is about Kyaara." He finally explained. "Her strength exceeds ours by far. Her powers could be limitless. If Shiromy gets to her now ..."
"I understand." Skywalker said thoughtfully. "But You cannot help her, if you reveal yourself now. Be patient!"

"Admiral Blexton" Shiromy was now addressing his - so far - only remaining ally in the supreme circle. "were you successful in tracking down the Black Scorpion?" Vince bit his teeth. Now it would turn out if Vince had done right in trusting his old second in command.
"Yes, my empress." Blexton began. "My gunners managed to disable the ship." There was a pause. Vince's entire body tensioned. What would he say? This was a dangerous situation. He held his breath "Unfortunately we were only able to retrieve their corpses."
"What?" Shiromy hissed.
"It appears the traitors have committed suicide, when they realized that there was no esc-agh!" Suddenly George gasped for air, reaching for his throat. "Oh no!" Vince gasped. Helplessly he had to watch as she used the Force to choke him - just as she had done it to Vince before.
"That is very unfortunate, George." Shiromy said, tilting her head. "I thought I had made myself clear when I commanded you to bring them before me alive."
"My Empress - plea-" He was cut off by the awfull sound of his neck being crushed. Vince watched horrified as his holographic figure dropped to the floor. Vince burried his face in his hands. He couldn't believe this! Never before had he been forced to watch a friend being executed in such a cruel way without being able to do anything about it. He couldn't bare to watch anymore. Already he was about to cut the connection, when Shiromy rose her voice again.

"Admiral Firkis" She then addressed the other Cophuranee.
"Oh no, not Ray, too!" Vince gasped and in horror gazed at the hologram of his old friend.
"Yes, my Empress." Ray answered, still shocked about his comrade's violent execution he did his best to hold his composure.
"I understand you had suffered losses at the hand of imperial remnants in the Calim system."
"That is correct, my Empress." Ray acknowledged, his voice remained solid, fearless. "The task group under Vice Admiral Connor was ambushed by a major imperial battlegroup, we assume it was a trap set up by the traitor Larcoon. Instead of calling for reinforcements Vice Admiral Connor decided to take matters into his own hands. He failed."
"That was foolish of him." The empress hissed. Even through the distortions Vince saw how she pierced Ray with her burning gaze. Yet the hard-boiled Supreme Commander remained firm.
"I received notice that the Empire is still present in the system" Ray continued. "We are en route there now to retaliate their actions with the appropriate severity."
"I am pleased to hear that, Admiral." Shiromy commended. "Once you are finished there, assemble the fleet and wait for further orders!"
"Yes, your highness." Ray said routinedly.
"One more thing" Shiromy said, addressing him again. "I am placing the Traquia and her group under your responsibility. Hopefully under your command the group will perform more efficiently than under Admiral Blexton. That is all."

Paralyzed, devastated, unable to speak, Vince watched, as one by one the holograms flickered and disappeared.
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Post by FarShot » Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:22 am

Luke waited, until Vince crossed his arms on the table and laid his head down. Luke leaned forward and whispered.
"Emperor Trageton, I know you're pain." Then he paused. "In truth, I do not. My father never meant the same to me as I'm sure your wife does. I never knew him as Anakin Skywalker, though I sincerely wished it to be. My goal in the end was to bring him back to his former - no, his true self. But he did it on his own. What brought him to the darkness was his love for my mother. That love turned into passion. He was corrupted by his own love for his wife."
The emperor drummed the table with his fingers. "Oh, that makes me feel wonderful. My wife loves me so much that she killed me."
"No, she didn't love you. She loved the false image of you that she carries now. The man that supported her, that cared for her, that did her will. Only now she thinks you've changed. So her love disappeared, replaced by the rage at what you've become. Only you never changed. She did and she doesn't even recognize it."
Vince sat back, staring at Luke in frustration. "So what do you suggest?"
"As the Jedi I am, I recommend you do what I did. You have to confront her. But not in conflict, but in submission."
The chair rolled back into the wall as the emperor stood. "Submission? I might as well cut my own head off and ship it to her door!"
"No. The key is that you must sow the seeds of doubt. She thought it was perfectly right to fight you, but not to kill you. That was an unfortunate outburst I'm sure she didn't intend. Well that error isn't enough remorse. My father regretted turning into the Emperor's pawn from the day he joined the Sith. Classified footage shows him eloquently putting it as 'What have I done?' She must see her people's suffering as well as her own. Only then will she begin to doubt her decisions."
The Cophuranee walked to a viewport, blissfully staring out into space. "Shiromy's very stubborn and very greedy. She'll love her new powers as the sole monarch."
"Then do not make her the only player in the game. You don't have to reveal yourself publicly, but surely you still have friends in high places. Find them, check them out, and if possible entrust them with the knowledge of your existence... and opposition to Shiromy Gitann. Do what must be done to bring her out of power. But do your best not to anger her. There is a fine line between anger and frustration. Frustration is the path of the Jedi; anger, the Sith."
"So this is your advice? Sounds really obvious in some places, and really stupid in the others."
Skywalker smiled. "That's the way advice is supposed to sound. Any better and you'd take it as criticism."
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Post by Dragon » Wed Apr 29, 2009 8:53 am

Whisper waited a few seconds for an answer from Ferris.
"They are in trouble," he thought concerned. "we must help them!"
The grey robed woman nodded.
Instantly the nothing commenced a rapidly descent back to the planets surface.
There it moved into an attack position for the next wave of descending droid fighters.
Then a bright white energy beam lashed out of nowhere! It destroyed a fighter, moved to a second, cutting it in two and annihilated a third before it lapsed. A second later five additional beams sliced thought the droid fighter formation, vaporising another nineteen fighters. The droid fighters couldn't do anything but to remain on their course, because they couldn't locate the new attacker. A few seconds later the whole wave was obliterated and the remains dropped as fierier rain into the ocean.
This gave whisper some time before the next wave was to come. He descended to the sea level and neared the island, now he had a perfect angle for the fighters that were directly over the ruins. Again the white energy beams cut thought the droid fighters, destroying two to four fighters with one beam.
With more and more fighters destroyed, the dampening field was weakening.
"I'll take care of the fighters..." Ferris heard the voice of the dragon.
"Didn't i told you to leave?" She asked a bit upset, why wasn't he listen to her?
"You can blame me if we survive this," He answered amused, then he continue more serious. "but now you should destroy that
Dreadnought or get your people and yourself out of here, before they realize that their fighters are useless and they bombard
us from the orbit!" He opened fire on the the next incoming wave, while flying circles around the island.
Every story has four sides to it: yours, the others, the truth and what really happend.
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Post by Will T » Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:04 pm

Darron's walk to the Traquia's medical wing was a long one. He was familiar with the route, though not intimately, and the signs that plastered the bulkheads left little room for error, but his mind was so distant from his feet as to feel half a galaxy apart. Vince had been visibly shaken by their conversation, something Darron had never seen before in his former mentor; events truly had to be spiralling out of control for Vince Trageton to be moved out of his usual impenetrable shield of serenity. Above all, Darron had been thoroughly unseated by Vince's use of his title. Could he possibly retake his position in the fleet after what he had done? Darron was not even sure he wanted to, he held a position of equal, if not greater responsibilty to the Galactic Empire, but even that was overshadowed with doubt. Darron had never been convined he was the right man for the task of leading a fleet, his appointment as Supreme Commander of the Red Star battlegroup had often seemed more a political favour than a sound military decision. Still, his record was hardly poor, Darron supposed, even with the large black mark of betrayal that had now been stamped all over it.
As Darron approached the medical bay, the door hissed open and a pair of jumpsuited medics sprinted past him, one almost knocking Darron over in his haste. Darron opened his mouth to retaliate verbally, but thought better of it and proceeded inside. Immediately, it was clear that Mryna was no longer there. Darron sighed, attracting the attention of the on-call doctor, who had been frantically preparing a gurney, scattering unwanted equipment in a rather wanton fashion. The doctor turned, the bewilderment on his face twisting into a confused raised eyebrow.
"I'm looking for Mryna Qhalic, do you know where she's gone?"
"What?" the doctor breathed, exhasperation lining his voice, "Look, I don't have time for this; I have an emergency to deal with. Admiral Blexton has... wait," the doctor paused, and his eyes narrowed, "you're Larcoon, aren't you?" Darron sighed, and nodded slowly. "Shouldn't you be in the brig? Who let you wander about the ship? Get out before I call security!"
"Listen, as far as this ship goes, I'm a free man. What happened to the Admiral?"
"Get out! I've got enough to worry about without traitors messing up my OR."
"Fine," Darron snapped, "just tell me where Mryna Qhalic is, and I'm gone."
"GET. OUT!"
Darron suppressed a growl in his throat and turned on his heels. Mryna would have to wait, Darron's priorities were now changed.

*****

"Crippled?" Pitto asked the comm unit in front of him, "as far as I can tell, Vice-Admiral, my fleet is standing ready for a fight. True enough, two of my ships are out of action, and two more deep enough in the system as to be irrelevent, but perhaps you've failed to notice the two Praetor classes flanking my ship, each just as large as the cruiser you're standing on? Or maybe your sensors haven't reported the lock-on signals that the weapons systems on the Proditus have directed at your ship. For now, you have numbers, but how many can you afford to lose in taking a system that doesn't even matter to you? The Calim system is now Imperial territory, and it is my duty to protect that territory at any cost. There's nothing here for you: the crew of the Revan group are either all dead, or on the prisoner transports that are minutes away from hypering to Bastion." Pitto paused, letting the information sink in before he added his final words. "Oh, except for the Revan's command crew, who are currently staying at my leisure. They will not be released, and I will not retreat. Do you really want to have to kill them, and waste the lives of so many of your own crew to take this system?"
Pitto left it at that. He cut his side of the communication to make the point clear. "Hold here," Pitto ordered, "don't attack unless they attack first. I'm going to have a chat with our new guest," he thumbed the interal comm, "Gyttel: bring Connor up to the bridge, under heavy guard. We've had too many ESS prisoners escape for my liking."

*****

Darron had returned to the office in which he had left Vince. At first, the guards moved to stop Darron, but a stern look made them think otherwise. Darron marched straight in, barely pausing to shoot a glare at Vince's other guest.
"Vince, uh, Your Highness rather," he began, not wishing to break the entente the two man had formed when they last stood face to face, "what the hell is going on? I've just been shouted out of the medbay by a demented doctor raving about Blexton, is he alright?" Vince's face remained sombre, and he drew a deep breath before speaking.
"George is dead, Darron." He said, quietly.
"Dead?" Darron gaped, "How? The.. the Traquia's nowhere near combat!"
"Shiromy," Vince breathed, "it was Shiromy." Darron's eyes widened in terror, and his jaw remained slack.
"Shiromy? She's here?" Darron whispered.
"No, she choked him. Telekinetically. Across space." Vince said, his voice broken as he blinked back the moisture in his eyes.
"She can't possibly be able to... can she?" Darron said hoarsely, his wide eys narrowing as his fear turned to anger, "that's no Cha'Lynh power!" Darron raged, turning to face Skywalker, "that's one of the abilities of his Force thing!" Darron roared, finger pointed firmly at Skywalker. "Do you see, Vince? Now do you see what this galaxy has done? Ever since we emerged into it, things have been going to hell! Now Shiromy's so immersed in its evil she can kill anyone she wants from across the galaxy! You can't keep him here, Vince. I've heard what these Jedi are capable of, heard what they've done. He'll turn on you, just like Shiromy did, that's their way!"
"That's enough, Darron!" Vince barked sharply, "George was a good friend of both mine and yours, but right now Master Skywalker is doing far more to help me than you are! Put aside whatever ridiculous lies your new Empire has taught you. Master Skywalker has nothing to do with what happened to Shiromy, and he wants to help us. Do you, Darron? Do you want to help the people you once proudly fought with, or will you cast them aside once again and run off to your precious new dying Empire to waste the rest of your decaying life in misery?"
Darron stood, motionless and silent as he tried to look into the blazing eyes of Vince Trageton, but he found himself failing. Still taken aback, he eventually found the words.
"Of course I want to help you Vince. Just tell me how."
"I need to deal with Shiromy, Darron. I need to face her again. To get there, we're going to need to rally what forces we can, and I'm going to need someone I can trust to lead them. I need someone to fill the position George Blexton so admirably upheld, even at the cost of his life. I need you Darron."
Darron found himself numb. After everything that had happened, even everything good that had happened in the past hour, he had still never expected that. Darron felt he should not know what to say, but the words came surprisingly easily.
"I accept, Your Highness. Of course I accept, I am in your service, as I always should have been."
"Thank you, Darron. But I think, for now at least, I must relinquish that particular title. How about plain old Supreme Commander Trageton?" Vince said, with a hint of a smile. Darron nodded, and smiled in agreement.
"I doubt Shiromy would be too happy with my posting, what's she got planned for George's command?"
"The Traquia and her group are about to be folded under Ray Firkis' command, the ship has her orders."
"Ray?" Darron asked, his face betraying his relief, "well that's good, isn't it? We can count on Ray." Vince's lip twisted.
"I don't think so. George's... death was very public. What commanders may have supported me are now going to be too scared of Shiromy's reach to be of help. Well, without a personal appearance anyway. There's no way I can feel out Ray without drawing unwanted attention, we're going to have to count him against us, for now."
"I see," Darron said glumly. His expression immediately brightened as flash of inspiration hit, "wait, there's another way, Commander. We have to draw her out, bring her to us, in a situation we've prepared. We're going to need all the help we can get, and I know just the person, and the place?"
"What are you thinking, Darron?" Vince asked warily.
"This may sound crazy, Commander, and you may not agree with it, but the Empire can help us."
"Forget it, Darron. I'm not going to the Empire with my tail tucked between my legs asking for help, only for them to betray us later. Hell, with their reputation I'll be surprised if they don't run off and swear allegiance to Shiromy."
"We need their help, sir, whether you like it or not. The Empire is too great a prize for Shiromy to resist: they form the bait, and we spring the trap. There's a large force in the Calim system, I know the commander there. I can negotiate an agreement." Vince gave Darron a bemused look.
"Darron, the Imperial forces in the Calim system are currently engaged with members of Ray Firkis' group. The Traquia's orders are to go there now to assist."
"Well then," Darron laughed, "it's perfect! Shiromy won't suspect a thing until we're right on top of her."
"What do you propose?"
"Ever since the ESS was formed, we've been building bigger fleets, bigger ships and bigger guns to win our battles. If Ray's forces were to side with the Empire, Shiromy will want to take care of the mess personally. She'll bring her biggest, meanest fleet and her biggest guns. We can't hope to beat that, toe-to-toe. So we use the fleet as a delaying action, while we return to some old school tactics. It worked once before, over Cophuran. We take Shiromy at her heart. We use a Virus." Darron grinned. A broad smile tugged at the corners of Vince's mouth.
"And who better to deliver such a Virus, than a Phantom."
"That's right. Why take on a giant with a club, when all you need is the tiniest pinprick in the right place. Supreme Commander Trageton, I think it's about time that you and I got back behind a stick." Vince nodded.
"Now Darron, how about you do what I originally told you to and go find Mryna. If this plan of yours is to work, I think we're might need her." Vince returned Darron's salute, one of the smartest he had ever given, and turned to his guest, "Master Skywalker, I've been told that you yourself are no stranger to a fighter cockpit. What do you say?"
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The feeling was always the same. The pure excitement that came with the seemingly hopeless odds, the smell of burned ozone as blaster bolts flew by, the smell of the fear that he kept stamped down inside of himself, and the shouted numbers that came from Hudson as he kept count in their ongoing game. "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!" God Raynes loved this job. It was the whole reason as to why he followed Mako and his family. Nothing ever got more chaotic than the situations they got him into. It was pure heaven. Jumping out from his cover shot up another of the droids with his borrowed blaster. "One hundred one! Come on Hudson, you're slacking!"
"Bull," Hudson yelled as he got out from his cover to take down two droids in rapid succession. "That makes One hundred twenty- seven, where you at?"
Raynes snorted, took aim at an incoming swarm that Ferris missed, and let off some shots hitting one of the droids and causing it to go out of control. The wayward droid smashed into several of its squad mates taking them out before it turned into a flaming slag that took out another two droids on the ground. "Oh yeah!" Raynes had big smile that damn near split is face in two. "That makes us even."
"Like hell it does that only counts as one, you old, cheating, bastard!" Hudson sighted another droid and lanced it with blaster fire.
"This from the guy who's only two years younger than me." Without even looking Raynes stuck his blaster out from cover and let off a few shots.
Hudson happened to be watching as the shots impacted a droid that was firing at Tyvuh and filled it full of holes. "Oh come on!" Hudson yelled "How friggin cheap can you get?!"
"Damn," Raynes said in amazement, "I didn't expect that to work."
"You know," Hudson ducked under cover to avoid some incoming fire "if I didn't know any better I'd swear that we were in one of those big, block buster, action Holo - movies. I mean, come on they don't run out of ammo, and are these guys even trying to hit us?"
Just then a stray blast took out a huge section of Hudson's cover followed by an audible clicking noise as the droid tried to continue to fire on Hudson's position. Taking advantage of the situation Raynes filled the droid with holes. "Does that answer your question?" Raynes called back to him he crawled away to find better cover. "I just wish Ferris would hurry up and do what ever it was she had planned."
Hudson had managed to get behind a broken pillar and started to fire at the droids again. "This is Mako's daughter we're talking about."
"Humph you're right." Raynes ducked down as blaster bolts raked the pillar he was hiding behind. "There is no plan."
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Ferris had heard the dragon’s warning and knew at once what had to be done. Hurling herself towards an on coming fighter Ferris used it as a stepping stone jumping from fighter to fighter slashing and destroying them as she moved higher into the sky. When finally she was high enough she held the image of a bridge that was in every way like the one on her own dread except it was unblemished and in full working order. Drawing upon her strength she took another leap and then there was the brilliant flash, finally she found herself on the bridge of the Dreadnaught that had brought the droids facing the Keeper who had come along. Brandishing the energy blade that she had summoned out of the air she pointed its tip at the being. “Call of your droids and leave my family alone.”
The keeper’s face took on the semblance of a sneer. “You dare to order us? You are a pestilence that will be destroyed. Your presence here only furthers our plan.”
Ferris’ arms were suddenly pressed to her sides and legs were pressed together as the Keeper tried to telekinetically hold her in place. Flexing her muscles Ferris found that she couldn’t move. So be it she would have to do this the hard way. Throwing a blast of Force lightning at the Keeper she managed to redirect enough of the keeper’s attention away from its hold on her that she was able to break free and attempt to close the distance between them. The keeper was quick on the uptake and attempted to resume its hold on Ferris, but she had grown and this time she was prepared. Shrugging off the attack Ferris placed her hand on the keeper’s head. “I asked nicely.” Was all she said ominously as she proceeded to forcibly, in the most excruciatingly painful way, drain every bit of knowledge from the Keeper’s mind, causing it to scream as she did so. And in that moment she finally knew what it was the Keepers were after, the ruins on Garvingia weren’t just a beacon they also had another purpose. Turning her attention to the counsel before her Ferris used it to recall the droids.
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Post by FarShot » Thu Apr 30, 2009 2:01 am

Tarrick's newly captured ship dived and rolled through a formation of fighters, weapons blazing. He brought down several fighters, but then an alarm sounded.
MISSILE LOCK. EVASIVE ACTION.
But before he could turn around and face the attacker, the contact vanished. Looking over his shoulder an entire flight that he had avoided was being eradicated by a blue beam. Tracing it, he found it came from... nothing. No ship was there, no gun turret, just nothing. But there had to be something. Maybe it was cloaked.
That thought was interrupted by the most horrendous cry he had ever heard. He fell to the floor, convulsing involuntarily. The voice echoed in his head.
STOP! GAH! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
With a final twitch, he passed out.
When he awoke, the ship was ascending, out of his control. He stood and hobbled over to the console, a throbbing still in his temple. Tarrick attempted wrestling with the controls, but it must have been overrided by the command ship. There was only one way out of this now. As the ship rose, Tarrick judged the height. When he was a couple kilometers up, he cut a hole through the bulkhead and jumped.

One of the fighters made it to an unprotected part of the island. No one saw it come around an open flank. Stealthily, it approached the ruins from behind. Raising a cannon, it fired on a row of columns. The roof at that corner creaked, groaned, and gave way. It fell, leaving a cloud of dust.
Tyvuh rolled out from below a pile of dust. Choking on the air, he crawled into the grass. Then he saw the droid looming over him. Frantically, he searched for his blasters, but was unsuccessful. It aimed a gun a him, but before it fired, both turned to look at where a renewed droning sound was coming from. The Keeper strike force was pulling back. The droid looked back at Tyvuh, still aiming its gun at him. He wasn't going to go down like this. Out of a cargo pocket, he pulled a thermal detonator, activated it, and shut his eyes.
Then he heard a thud, then a hiss accompanied by a faint hum. He chanced opening his eyes.
"You're supposed to be protecting me, not the other way around." Tarrick leaped off the fighter's back, shutting off his lightsaber. Behind him the droid fell into two halves, cut cleanly down the middle.
"I would have been protecting you if you hadn't run off like that."
The Jedi smiled, replying, "Another cry, real loud this time. Must have been the proximity. I also had a bit of fun flying around. Nothing fancy, just downed a few hundred fighters with automated turrets. Quite relaxing, you should try it some time." Then he noticed the blinking object in Tyvuh's hand. "Plan on blowing something up?"
"Oh, Sithspit, I put it on timed..." Eyes widening and heart racing, he heaved the detonator far out into the water, exploding seconds after he let it go. Tyvuh breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down in the sand. "That was close."
Tarrick stood behind him and to the right. "You know we'll never get anything done if we just sit here. Come on, gramps, let's find out what in the Force is going on around here." Tarrick outstretched a hand, beckoning Tyvuh to follow. With a sigh, he got up and jogged with Tarrick up back to the ruins.

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Luke glanced between the two, then stood. "I'd love to be a member of Phantom Squadron, though I'm not sure how the Rogues would take to that," smiling as he said that. Then an audible gasp escaped his lungs. "Vince, did you feel that?"
"Feel what?" said the emperor. He twisted in his chair, tilting his head questioningly.
"Another cry, same place. I certainly hope Tarrick is doing well."
"Tarrick Maye, Master Toth's padawan?"
The Jedi looked up and grinned. "Indeed. You remember names very well." Luke drummed his fingers on the desk, frowning.
Larcoon looked at him and sneered. "Something wrong? Don't like the wood?"
"How would you two gentlemen - and Myrna Qhalic if she can spare the time - like to know what the Republic has been up to recently? I see no reason to hold things back. After all, we're just as involved in this as the ESS. It's time we drop the veils."
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Post by Dragon » Thu Apr 30, 2009 3:27 am

Whisper watched Ferris while she was jumping from fighter to fighter and thought, while mentally shaking his head:"Humanoids would have wings, if they where supposed to fly." The grey robed woman nodded.
He decided to cover her by destroying every fighter besides or below her, he must have destroyed more than one thousand fighters until now, and quite a few would follow. An inferno of energy beams infolded Ferris, destroying attacking fighters and incomminig missiles, he only spare the fighters that she potentially need on her way up. He remained behind her until she vanished. "Teleportation ability, interesting." Then he and his mistress brace themselves fore what was to come, another dieing cry of a keeper. This time it was much less painful, since they knew that it would come.
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"It's time we drop the veils."
"Maybe later" Vince said, rising from his seat and offering Skywalker a generous nod. "First there are some things to be put in motion." Already Darron was stalking off to look for Mryna. "Meet us on the bridge in 15 minutes" Vince called after him, while Skywalker and he left the office, too. "We need to inform the crew and coordinate the fleet. I don't know how big that imperial fleet at Calim is, but once Ray arrives there, it won't take long, until there's nothing left of it to side with."
"I heard the imperials have brought a heavy battlegroup with at least a battlecruiser at the lead." Skywalker objected. "They'll stand their ground pretty well."
Vince tilted his head and gave Skywalker a wicked smile. "Not against an Executor II-Dreadnaught."

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Lugona Jarrej watched unimpressed, as the imperial troops dragged Connor onto the holo pad. From his appearance - one arm bandaged and countless scrapes and burns all over his body - one could tell he had seen better days. His face showed a mixture of exhaustion and resignation. Gone was the image of the bold and self-confident gambler he had used to be. Fortune had abandoned him this time.
"Vice-Admiral Connor." She addressed him. "I am glad to see that at least you survived the utter destruction of your entire battlegroup."
Next to the man Admiral Pitto re-appeared. "Now how about you take your petty little flotilla and leave this system? Of course, if you wish to share his fate, I am prepared to arrange that."
Jarrej crossed her arms. "See, Admiral, this is where you misjudge the situation." Her expression darkened and a wide smile broadened on her face, as a veil of shadow drew across the Redeemer's hull and the massive bow of the Red Star II came into view above them. "This is not a rescue mission!"
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Post by Dragon » Mon May 04, 2009 11:08 am

An Enforcer-class cruiser dropped out of hyperspace at the periphery of the Calim system. The Shadow Hawk was following a large number of heavy encrypted long range signals.
"Ok, let's see what's going on here." Captain Melrow turned to his sensor officer Lt. Valour. "Run a passive scan of the entire system."
"At once, sir."
The Lt. checked her terminal. "There are two Fleets, one is from the Empire of the Seven Suns and the other is from the Imperial Remnant. Both fleets have ships of Battlecruiser size and the ESS even one of Star Dreadnought size. The IR Fleet has a defensive position at Calim VI and the ESS Fleet is closing in slowly. Additionally there is an ESS distress signal and a irregular mass at the surface of Calim IV, it seems that a quite large ship has crash landed on the planet. I can't say more from this distance."
"Helm bring us closer," Melrow ordered. "but try to maintain a low profile. Com call in the Hydra Battlegroup, i think this
is more important than pirate hunting. And sent a report to HQ, they probably want to know this too."
The Shadow Hawk slowly moved towards Calim VI.

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The Battlegroup Hydra immediately changed course to Calim.

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Back at the Talera system Vice Admiral Cain slammed her fist on the desk. "Damn it! Why now!" She again read over the report
from the Shadow Hawk . "They will start a war!" She activated her com unit. "Cain to Bridge."
"Yes Admiral?"
"Any news from the Fleet Admiral?"
"Not yet."
Cain swore inside. "That is really bad timing, well code Alpha-three and Omega-one, prepare to release all docked ships in
five minutes! Ready the Crown for a immediate jump to the Calim system."
"At once, Admiral!"
Cain closed the channel and made her way to the Bridge. How she hated diplomacy!
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Post by Will T » Mon May 04, 2009 5:56 pm

For a moment, Pitto found himself taken aback. Though he had anticipated the Red Star II's eventual appearance, from Darron's information he had known it to be the true flagship of the task forces he had engaged. The suddenness of her arrival, however, had caught Pitto off guard, even by his own admission. The venom in Jarrej's voice had also been unbalancing; with the comm channel still open, Pitto had been unable to prevent the surprise from plastering itself over his expression, and the smirk that formed on his opponent's face could not be missed. A brief few seconds was all it took for the Admiral to recover his composure, and as the cogs whirred in his brain, the feeling of satisfaction returned. He nodded to his weapons and sensor officers in turn, before he returned his gaze to Jarrej.
"I wonder, Vice-Admiral, how much you know about former ESS Admiral Darron Larcoon. I'm presuming you're well aware that the Red Star II was once his command. I'm presuming you also know that I was the military officer involved in his defection. What you might not be aware of is the sheer volume of data that Admiral Larcoon was able to provide us with. And this leads me to another question; did you know that the Red Star II's emphasis on protective armour required her manouevring engines to burner considerably hotter to acheive the same turn rate, running the components dangerously close to their operational heat tolerances? Did you know this required the engines to be tapped into the cooling system used by the air recycling plants, or that one of these cooling ducts along the starboard side runs past three small but structually weak bulkheads? No? Allow me to demonstrate then!" Pitto gestured with his hand at the weapons officer, who had been acquiring a complex target lock for the duration of Pitto's speech. He fired the Proditus starboard mass driver cannons directly at a section of the Red Star II's hull perhaps only six metres long. The inital damage done by the mass rounds looked incredibly minor, a small explosion that bored through that section of the hull. As the ruptured cooling duct failed, however, the smaller manouevring engines at the Red Star IIs aft burned with a sudden great intensity, before they were consumed in fireballs. The massive warship listed slightly, its main drive and hyperdrive, isolated to minute degrees of safety and protection remained unharmed and functioning, but in one swift blow, the Proditus had managed to cripple her larger opponent.
And Pitto was not finished yet.
"Do you see, Vice-Admiral?" Pitto said to the stunned image of Jarrej that remained on his comm screen, "What the Empire may lack in size, we make up for with finesse and intelligence. Darron Larcoon was a far greater asset to us than you could have imagined. I don't know if you've taken the time to examine the plans for that massive flagship of yours. Of course, I haven't seen the whole set, obviously no one man, even a close friend of the Emperor's could be trusted with that kind of singular information. But what I have been able to examine has been fascinating, to say the least. The architecture of the vessel, the attention to detail is simply magnificent. Take, for example, her shied system: rather than use the archaic projector system whose flaws were so visibly revealed on the old Executor-class, the Red Star II uses a network of ingenious micro-projectors that operate in alternating pairs to make it incredibly difficult to bring even local area shields down. But that system requires a lot of power, an obvious drawback no doubt. Imagine my surprise when I found her designer had been just as clever with the power management system. Multiple reactors in sealed, heavily armoured compartments across the ship, each linked in to a network with enough redundancy to operate with as many as two of those reactors out of action. But the system is not without flaws, the shields remain vulnerable to ion cannon fire, no doubt a trait of your use of EMP weapons, that operate on fundamentally different principles. And my ship just so happens to have a rather sizeable complement of ion cannons."
As soon as the words had left Pitto's lips, the weapons officer gave the firing order, and heavy ion cannon fire lashed over a section of the Red Star II's hull, near her midrift. For a moment, the shields were overwhelmed. Time was short, but it was all the time Pitto needed. The forward flak pod fired three times at the exact spot that had suffered the ion bombardment.
The shrapnel tore through the unshielded hull, slicing through the armour and scorching through the central reactor mounted there.
"You see, as ingenious as the networked reactors are, the system has a fatal flaw. The central reactor is directly linked to more subsidiary reactors than any other. Destroying that reactor will overload the local network, with any other reactor, the overload could be contained. Not so here."
The Red Star II was rocked by a series of explosions throughout its hull, secondary explosions across several shield power reactors.
"And now, your shields will fall!" Pitto said, unable to keep the satisfaction from his voice. "Naturally, the bridge shields are on a separate system, one that I could not hope to breach. But having free reign over the Red Star II's hull is a worthy prize."

The shock on Larrej's face had turned to horror, but she was a capable officer, and Pitto was irritated to say the least when he noticed she had been silently busy during his display. The Redeemer had moved to attack position. A scorching crimson beam from her port Omega array tore into the Proditus's shields. The bridge lights briefly went out as the ship rocked from the impact.
"Shields?" Pitto barked.
"Holding, but a few more of those and we're in trouble."
Immediately, both vessels opened up on each other with turbolaser fire. The Ferocious moved into a support position on the the Proditus' port side, directly forward of the Redeemer and slightly beneath it, her heavy 'ship-killer' batteries opening up with a storm of their own. Meanwhile, the Cascade was engaged with a pair of Predators, exchanging fire as fast as the guns were able. A lone Predator heading for the stricken Subjugator was intercepted by the Persecutor, and the uneven duel began.

The chaos Pitto had sown on the Red Star II was sufficent to keep it out of the fight for now, but Pitto knew her many guns were still working just as well, and it was only a matter of time before they joined in on the battering of his shields.
"Sir," Lieutenant Bayns shouted, "new contacts. Looks like... grife, sir, they look Imperial!"
"I wasn't aware of any forces in the area... no matter, I'll take all the help I can get! Hail them, inform them who we are, and tell them I am glad as hell for their assistance!"
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Post by FarShot » Tue May 05, 2009 1:55 am

Essence Base was a buzzing hive of activity. Droids worked doubletime, shuffling orders and transmitting messages. The techies were exhausted; the servers had been going in and out all week. The analysts were even more burdened; every order that Admiral Il'rha assigned had to be checked and rechecked numerous times. Many terminals in the war room - for that is what the control center had now become - were burned out from overuse. In one of the dozens still alive, Urae, an Advozse male, pecked away at his console.
Calim IV... Calim VI... What about Calim V? Sliding over to another terminal, he called up information on the fifth planet.
Uninhabitable, barren, rocky, frozen... Former Rebel outpost! Ecstatically, he shot up and ran over to his colleague.
"Falla, the admiral has been looking for a way to contact the ESS at Calim discreetly, correct?"
She looked up at him, raising her eyebrows. "Yes, it was one of the assignments given to Wonder Boy and Magic Megg." She upturned her lip as she mentioned them.
"Well, I think I found out how..."

"Admiral!"
The Bothan dropped his fork and wiped his muzzle with his napkin before turning around. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry to interrupt while you're eating your midnight snack..." The lieutenant glanced down at the wild katarn upturned on its back in front of Il'rha, then looked up at the ceiling. "...but we've made some significant progress."
"Go on."
The man beckoned behind him. An ensign ushered in Falla and Urae. The two looked about nervously, then sat down opposite Il'rha.
Urae looked at the katarn for an instant, but that instant betrayed him. Il'rha quietly picked up his fork and resumed eating the raw animal.
"Vegetarian, my friend?"
"As are all Advozse. But it is the manner, not the diet, that sickens me."
The fork clattered onto the table as the Bothan released it. "What is it that you have come to see me for?"
Falla looked between the two, then leaned forward. "Calim V was the sight of a small Rebel outpost during the Galactic Civil War. It is abandoned, but we have reason to believe it is still functioning."
Il'rha set his massive hands on the table, flexing his fingers. "Go on."
"We may be able to bounce a signal covertly through it to the ESS. That outpost was one of a series of outposts with a special coded language that the Empire never had a chance to decipher. The Alliance used them to carry signals to their operatives, such as Kyle Katarn and Winter Celchu."
Urae leaned back, smiled, and clasped his hands. "We can communicate with the Red Star II and coordinate our forces."
"But at what cost, hmm? Start another war with the Imperial Remnant? Excellent idea. That brash Solo took things too far at Calim. Just earlier President Organa was yelling across the cosmos at him. No, we must try something more subtle to influence events."
Both Falla and Urae became sullen, eyes turning elsewhere. "The communications pathway is a plus, we may still use that." Then he stood. "You are dismissed."
The two looked at each other, frowned, and departed. The lieutenant began leaving also, but the admiral waved him over. As the door closed, Il'rha said, "Promote them. Leave the notification in their email. Do not inform any of the others, but give them all a break for the day. Let the droids handle the work for now."

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A GR-75 dropped out of hyperspace near New Cophuran. The vessel entered sub-orbital traffic patterns, cutting lower and lower to the atmosphere. Soon, the craft emerged from the clouds, descending into a bustling metropolis. The vessel settled down outside of the government facilities, amongst frigates and corvettes. The front ramp opened, allowing light into the dimly lit hold. Hundreds of ESS naval troops exited the craft, coming into ranks in front of an ESS commander. Filing through the formation came a dozen Republic soldiers in dirty combat suits. A Gungan stepped out from the midst of them, addressing the commander in an accent only slightly different than that of the Naboo.
"Commander, wesa rescued much of da crew of da Revan from Imperial grasp. Deysa are ready to return to der families."

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Han paced the bridge of the Harrowing Justice, checking his chrono periodically. Finally, he sighed in exasperation and turned to Barcekac. "They're late."
"Most likely they are tied up in customs. We must leave now if we are to assist the Red Star II in her plight."
"They'll know where to find us. Let's go."

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Tegh turned to Bakrabar, as he was now aboard the Amidala. "Nothing like tracking Imperial Remnant fleets across hyperspace, hey?"
"You're a pirate hunter."
"The Hutts had good reason to hate Imperials. You forget the spice trade."
An ensign jogged up to them. "Sirs, we are approaching the destination of their fleet. The Calim system."
"Tactical analysis?" Tegh responded.
"Many forces are converging on the spot. Imperial, ESS, and Han Solo's battlegroup."
Bakrabar raised his eyes. "Are you sure we want to enter this mess?"
The Weequay chuckled. "If I know Han like I used to, he'll undoubtedly make enemies on both sides. The New Republic will need all the help it can get to protect itself from that menace."

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Raymond Firkis cursed loudly, yelling at the bridge crew for not moving fast enough. Suddenly a comm officer yelled over his shoulder.
"Sir!"
"What is it now? Did a mynock eat my dog?"
"No, we are receiving a coded message from the New Republic!"
He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to his console. "They are sending in a fleet to assist us. The message says that they are jumping in behind the Imperial forces."
Firkis turned to his XO. "Order the fleet to watch out for Quadrant Q-3. We might have friends there in a minute."

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Sure enough, a fleet emerged from hyperspace right behind the Remnant forces. The Justice unleashed mass driver shells into the engines of a Victory-class, bringing one of them down. The Proditus opened up her free aft weapons onto the Republic fleet, bringing down a volley of torpedoes.
The Falcon shot out from behind the Justice, maneuvering directly aft of the Vengeance-class. With sharp accuracy, the craft shot under the bridge tower, looping up past the command deck. The comms sparked to life aboard the Proditus as Pitto sweared in fury.
"Woo-hoo-hoo! Hello, boys! I'm back!"
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Post by Dragon » Tue May 05, 2009 7:58 pm

"Admiral, we just received am update from the Shadow Hawk ." The Comm officer informed Admiral Cain.
"What is it?"
"The Fleets have opened fire on each other and a New Republic Fleet has joined the battle."
"Just great, now only the Corellians and the Empire of the Wolf are missing, then we've got all together." She shook her head. "Where is a Death Star when you need one? What is our status?"
"All docked ships are released and we're ready to leave."
"Excellent," She walked over to the comm console and opened a channel. "Support wing Alpha and Gamma this is Cain, form up with us."
"Understood."
Then she turned to the bridge. "Helm, bring us out!"
The thirteen powerful engines of the Crown arouse and the gigantic arrow-shaped shadow moved slowly out of the nebula within she had waited. Nearly a dozen smaller ship formed up around her.
"All ships are standing by and the the hyperdrive is ready." The Tactical officer informed the Vice Admiral.
"Dammit! Not the hyperdrive, use the IG drive!" She shouted back. "Otherwise we wouldn't be there until Tuesday!"
"But..."
"Don't debate, do it!"
"Yes, mam! IG drive powering up, counting five, four, three, two, one, execute!"

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At Bastion a young officer cadet monitored the LFS. It was the Delta shift and quite boring, the LFS was designed to monitor and coordinate the Fleets in times of Galactic war, therefore it wasn't very useful at the moment. But it was part of the qualification and it was a lot better that survival training. The only diversion was the "Ghost-fleet", at least the cadet's called her that way, it was a Fleet symbol that flashed every once in a while for a second, the senior officer's said that it was a malfunction because it wasn't doing anything for the last two months. There it was again, and now... now it stayed! The cadet hardly believe one's eyes, a steady signal! He watched over his shoulders, but nobody began to laugh, so it wasn't a prank from his comrades. He typed the order to identify itself into his console, in response to it an message window popped up:
"Access Denied! Enter priority code!"
He winced back, had he done something wrong? He turned to his superior officer.
"Lt. Arex could you please come over here?"
The Lieutenant walked to the terminal and watched over the cadet's shoulder. "What is the matter, cadet?"
"I've got a steady signal from the Ghost-fleet..."
"The what..!?"
"Um, well,i mean, i have an unidentified Fleet symbol and as i gave it the order to identify itself, this showed up." He pointed on the message window. Arex wrinkled his forehead, normally the system had all required codes. He entered his override code and confirmed his identity.
"Access Denied! Security Classification Insufficient!"
Now he looked puzzled, within his ten years of service never even heard of a thing like that.He activated the commsystem.
"Admiral Brent your presence is required at terminal D-7"
"What is it?"
"We have a problem with a Security Classification."
"I'm on my way."
Shortly afterwards the Admiral was there, and looked over the other shoulder of the cadet. "Well cadet, did you pressed the wrong buttons?"
"No sir," Arex answered for the cadet. "I tried my override code but it didn't worked."
Now the Admiral was alert, he entered his override code and identity.
"Access Denied! Security Classification Insufficient! Omega 66 clearance is required, otherwise all communication will be terminated in twenty seconds! Nineteen!..."
"That is impossible!" The Admiral was shocked. "Omega 66 was a personal clearance of the Imperator!"
Both officers stared at the message and the countdown.
"Fifteen!...Fourteen!..."
"It is moving!" The cadet pointed on the Fleetsymbol, that was still visible besides the message window. All three man watched as it accelerated, normally a symbol moved only a few millimeter per minute, even if the Fleet was moving with hyperspeed, because of the size of the map. But this one was so fast that the man and even the system had problems to follow it!
"Nine!...Eight!..."
"Can you predict it course?" The Admiral asked.
"I'll try." The cadet's fingers swirl over the console.
"Five!...Four!..."
"C'mon!" Arex encourage him "You can do it!"
"Two!...One!...Communication Terminated!"
The Fleetsymbol and the message window disappeared, all related data were deleted.
"Dammit!" Both officers cursed simultaneous.
"Sir!?" The cadet called the attention of the two man to a small message window at the bottom left of the terminal, It reads
"Calim system!"

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The three Star Destroyers and the Interdictor form the Hydra Battlegroup entered the Calim system and formed up with the Shadow Hawk on her way to Calim VI. On the bridge of the Hydra Ducane got an update on the situation in the system and that the Crown would be jump in within a few seconds. Ducane just had enough time to grasp a frame of the bridge view pods before the Crown entered the system.
A ship that looked like an Executor-Class Star Dreadnought but with the length of 25km jumped into the system. The arrival of the gigantic ship and her battle group of four Imperator Star Destroyers, one Dominator Star Destroyer and five Enforcer-class cruisers, that looked like toys in comparison to the Flagship, caused a minor subspace shock wave that run trough the entire system. The wave shaken every ship and planet a bit. The Fleet formed up in an attack formation, waves of TIE-Fighters were launched, most of them TIE-Avengers and Assault Gunboats. But there was even a squadron of TIE-Defenders! The new arrived Fleet was still a bit away from fireing range.
The Flagships IFF identified her as The Emperors Crown.
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Post by General_Trageton » Wed May 06, 2009 12:29 am

Lyth Noraq leaned back in her command chair, as the Legion and her task group reverted back to realspace over Trivaan. The Sovereign was idly hanging in high orbit above the planet. She sighed. Lucky bastards aboard that ship. Flagships hardly ever got to see action, usually overseeing and coordinating their fleets. For them the loss of a Cruiser were merely numbers. Strategical value. Ylas Theril and the crew of the Shadow of Dhilon had been more than that to her, howeer. As the Legion's sister ship she knew most of them. Many of the crewmen she had known since her days of the fleet academy. They weren't just names and numbers. After the explosion they had tried to extract as many as possible from the wrecked ship, but the numbers were depressingly small. The whole mission had turned up depressing results in general. What had started off as a mere pirate hund had turned out a semi-heavy fiasco, as what had appeared to be a mere band of pirates, had revealed themselves as a well organized crime syndicate, whose true identity and motives remained unknown.
"Capgain," Jocks chimed. "Admiral Rhitargo requests to speak to you."
Lyth waved him. "Alright, put him on."
"In private." Jocks then added. "I'll relay him to your office. You better be on your way."
Lyth frowned, then reluctantly nodded and rose from the chair. "I better be."

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Murphy Kane leaned against the transparisteel window and gazed at the dark shape of the Seraphim, hanging in the repair dock. Countless technicians and repairmen were currently working overtime all over the ship. The numerous breaches caused by the many turbolaser hits were the easiest to fix. However, the engine block was a different thing. The whole sublight block was a mess far beyond any chance of restoration. With a little luck, one of the tech chiefs had told him, they might be able to create something based on the Inferno II's engines. They were closest in design and functionality to those of the ancient destroyer. With Sheal dead and Mryna gone Kane himself was currently in charge of the vessel and responsible for managing whatever measures were required to get it back up to snuff. And that was, why he currently spent most of the time strolling around the shipyard running from one tech to another all awhile watching closely the progress made the ship currently under his command - or it would be, once repaired, which, going by recent statements - would take at least another month. This was the pain of having a sophisticated technical piece of art - once broken it was virtually impossible to find someone able to repair it. OK, except for Mryna maybe, she had a tendency of fixing anything, no matter how exotic. Too bad she, too, was hard to find.
Kane sighed. The whole thing was royally dubious anyway. None of what he had heard made any sense. Mryna had risked her life to capture Darron from the Empire and it had been thanked to her cunning and bold maneuvers that they had made it out on almost one piece. Why she and Darron should have been responsible for Vince's death ... it made no sense.
"Why so glum, chum?" he heard a familiar voice behind him and turned around. Monk came strolling the hallway up to him. next to him, holding on to his arm for a rough guidance, was Azrael, his eyes and forehead fully bandaged.
"The techs say she's gonna be fine." He eventually said.
"That bad?" Azrael inquired and tilted his head. "Guess I should be glad I'm not seeing her like that." For a moment the three remained silent. Despite the seemingly easy words, the recent events had left them scarred and the accompanying pain was still fresh. Everyone had lost something or someone then.
"Any news from the Boss?" Monk eventually said. But Kane shook his head.
"Last thing I heard was she had fled the system with the Traquia hot on her heels.
"The Traquia?" Azrael repeated. "That sounds pretty nasty."
"Big ship" Monk merely shrugged. "Easy to outmaneuver for the Scorpion."
"That doesn't really solve the mystery of what the hell was going on up there. "What the -"
He was interrupted, when all at once all three of their comms beeped with a high priority signal. Irritated Kane picked up his comm and found it to only display a message - or not even that, it was merely a symbol. A stylized blueish-tinted flying creature. His eyes widened. A symbol he - the three of them - had used to know all too well.
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Post by FarShot » Wed May 06, 2009 2:39 am

The giant shadow spread itself over the hull of the Harrowing Justice, leaving Barcekac stunned. "Sensors, report!"
A voice yelled out from behind. "Unknown class, but it is massive and definitely Imperial! They are launching fighters!"
"Helm, bring us under and to the port of that Vengeance. I want something in between us and that SSD. Fleet ops, command all vessels to encircle the Proditus's battle group. Last Lantern Group to cut through the fighter formations, Blazer and Glory to fire on the Victories. Bombers try to keep the Proditus's gunners busy. Fighters provide cover for them." Then calmly he turned and returned to his chair. "And let that blasted Solo and the Rogues do what they wish."

The Crown returned to real space just as the Falcon was flying in its general direction. The ship jarred, knocking Han into his console. He rubbed his forehead then noticed the vessel sitting there. "Too bad we lost Arvel Crynyd. He would have known how to take this out."

Kilometers away, the Amidala exited hyperspace. She had Thunderhawk, One Last Request, and Steadfast Faith with her, as well as several ships each of Hawkfire Group, Blue Kraken Group, Foam Breaker Group, and Shining Jade Group. Tegh coordinated his forces, bringing them into the massive furball among the Imperial and ESS lines.
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Post by squarehead93 » Thu May 07, 2009 2:02 am

Rygetto sifted through the information. Something caught his eye. The Ghost Fleet. It had been found. Quickly, he ordered his most loyal forces, the only true BoD members, to attack. A warfleet of high-tech warships based off blueprints acquired by the Iron Ring that had never seen the light of day under the CA would be on its way, crewed by Rygetto's most loyal. This prize couldn't fall into enemy hands. Even if the location of another "Lost Fleet' was still secret. The time was now for Darius Rygetto to reveal his face.
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Tyvis cursed. Whoever was commanding the Vipers was a genius. Task Force Mandalore, under the command of Xiana Fett, was keeping the ISDs at bay, while the Viper fleet mostly made of small but agile frigates, were picking off the weaker of the Mando Imperial Remnant ships. Swarms of bombers stung at the larger ships, like the Heart of Fire. However, their objective didn't seem to be actually taking out the capships. Rather, it seemed that it was to distract Tyvis's interceptors, forcing him to either sacrifice escorts to the Mando bombers conducting attacks on the planet's surface or risk the safety of his own fleet. Tyvis had decided to recall the bombers. Scorching the surface of Mandalore could wait until after he had dealt with these pests.
Vorak's voice filled the bridge of the Heart of Fire. "Tyvis, old pal, didn't expect to see you so soon. I promise it will be the last."
"Only because you will be dead by this battle's end, scum," was Tyvis's reply.
His attention was shifted to the comms officer. "Sir, our ground forces are having trouble. Commander Ilaro says that with no air support, they cannot advance. They say they are forced to hold their positions, and can't for much longer."
Tyvis sighed. The invasion was degenerating into a disaster. Heavily but with a sense of duty, he said, "Tell the commander and his men to get the Hell out of there. Guns, prepare the fleet to scorch the planet's surface. I'm telling the Imps to do the same. If we can't have Mandalore, no one will!"

Those words rang in Malzic's head for a very, very long time. Somewhere deep inside, a light that had began to flicker turned on and started shining again.
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Post by FarShot » Thu May 07, 2009 5:01 am

"Green 3, you have a fighter on your tail..."
"Thunder Squadron, enemy bombers coming your way."
"Red 5, coming in for my attack run..."
"Gold Leader, this is Rogue Leader, coming up behind you."
"Roger that, Wedge. Keep these fighters off my back, will you?"
"Red 5, Red 5, pull up! Pull up!"
"I'm losing her... Ah!!!"
"Lantern 3, you have Eyeballs incoming!"
"Copy, Justice. Laying down fire."
"This is the Millennium Falcon. All K-wings, attack the Proditus. Keep spread apart, don't form up. Less chance of getting caught in a hail of flak that way. Rogues, keep your torpedoes on the bridge."
"Thunder Squadron, this is the Thunderhawk, we're making a pass on that SSD. We need..."
"Thunderhawk, would it be too much to ask which one?"
"That would be the smaller one, Thunder Lead."
"Hawkfire 7, you have a TIE Bomber squadron making a run on your midship superstructure!"
"Gunnery, relocate fire on... Sithspawn! They are locking on to us!"
"You have incoming space bombs, get your crew out of there!"
"All hands, evacuate the ship! Evacuate..."

Leia flipped off the military comm unit, which only spewed static, folded her hands in her lap, and watched the minutes tick away on the chrono. Han, Luke, come home safe...
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Post by Will T » Thu May 07, 2009 4:08 pm

Pitto let out a deep sigh. In a matter of minutes, the skies over Calim VI had become incredibly crowded. No sooner than had he called the Victory-class Destroyers back into formation as a precautionary screen against the newcomers, a Republic Fleet had dropped out of hyperspace and was already pounding on their hulls. As Pitto attempted to shore up against the breach at his front, the Republic fleet began to encircle his. The bridge crew had fallen almost silent, the odds of their survival had just dropped dramatically.
"Recall all fighters," Pitto said glumly, "there's too many out there to deal with. Get those pilots to whatever safety we can offer. Maybe we can get them comfortable before we all die."
"Aye, sir." Commander Staben replied, his voice remaining level and professional.
"Tighten the formation, and prepare to turn to starboard. We'll try and breach through the Republic lines before they properly form, go into the lowest possible orbit and make a stand. If we can keep them all at our front, we may be able to keep the deflectors angled, buy ourselves more time."
"Aye, sir. Coming about."
"Alert to all commands, break off and tighten formation, come about to starboard and make for low orbit." The command was executed as soon it was received. For the Repressor, that meant breaking past the pair of Predator Destroyers she was engaged with. Unable to simply outrun them, Captain Normaas had his ion cannons fire a concentrated on the right most Predator. Though unsufficent to damage any systems, it was enough to temporarily scramble comms, weapon targeting and navigation. Momentarily unable to pursue, the Predator could only fire blindly as the Repressor dove to starboard, while her partner was unable to pursue with the diasabled Predator blocking her path. The Persecutor bludgeoned through a fighter screen, her hull blistered and scorched from the concentrated attack. Closest to the Republic fleet, the {i]Pestilence[/i] attempted to limp forward on its damaged engine block, while the Plague held her ground, protecting her crippled sister ship as well as her gunners were able. The two Praetor-class Battlecruisers had broken off their unrelenting attack on the Redeemer and two escorting Inferno-IIs, and were no forming a sort of rearguard for the Proditus in their partial retreat.

On the bridge of the Proditus, Pitto was arguing.
"The order has been given, Captain, now get your squadron aboard."
"Sir, we're still well within operational limits. Fuel's good, we still have warheads and my power plant isn't even close to overheating. There's a squad of K-Wings inbound and gunning for you, sir, without a fighter screen, you're cooked. My Defenders can run ring round those slugs." Bren Syphax responded, urgency thick in his voice. Pitto sighed.
"Alright, Captain. Do what you have to. Just make damn sure you all stay alive."
"Don't worry, sir. We will." Pitto could practically hear the grin he knew must be plastered over Syphax's helmet covered face. Like so many other elite pilots, his brash cockiness turned danger like this into just another challenge to be mastered and enjoyed. Still, Spectre Flight had suddenly acquitted themselves well in this battle, their kill tally was incredibly impressive.
"Any response from that battlegroup?" Pitto asked the comm officer, returning to the group of Star Destroyers that seemed impossibly to be lead by a dreadnought larger than his own.
"No, sir. There's been no reply to our hails, and they have not yet engaged. No clue to their identity."
"Then we proceed with caution, for all the good it will do us."
Pitto gazed wistfully at the sensor display. The engines of the Subjugator remained cold, and the distance between her and the rest of the fleet was only increasing. It would not be long until the Republic forces were upon here, and with the utter disregard for even the illusion of good relations between the two powers shown by Solo, he did not know what the Republic would do when they got there. That he could not help his former command tore at every fibre of his body with anger, sorrow and regret. The bridge crew were all on a medical tranport on the way to Bastion, or they were dead, but that still left hundreds of crewmen stationed in the bulk of the ship. Would the Republic end them as callously as Pitto expected? As the 61st Task Force repositioned themselves, Calim VI at the rear, with the arrayed masses of the ESS and Republic Fleets advancing at her front, Pitto found himself consumed by anger.
He strode up to Tyril Connor, standing sullenly at the rear of the bridge, flanked by two Naval Troopers. With all the force Pitto could muster, he punched the ESS admiral in the stomach. Connor merely grunted as he doubled over and sank to the floor. The two troopers grabbed his arms and pulled him back into a standing position.
"Do you see what you've done?" Pitto screamed at him, "Do you see how many people are going to die because of your insistence in interfering with matters beyond you?" Connor said nothing, he merely glared at Pitto, a scathing twist of his lips that seethed with rage and dripped venom. Pitto looked over to Gyttel, seated in a corner. "Throw me your blaster."
"Sir?"
"Do it!" Gyttel complied, removing his blaster pistol from its holster and throwing it over to Pitto. The admiral caught it, and aimed it square at Connor's head; the gun quivered unsteadily in his outstretched hand. Connor's face remained steady, his expression calmly stating his disbelief that Pitto would, or even could pull the trigger. Pitto growled his frustration and lowered the gun just enough for it to now point just above Connor's left leg. He fired. This time Connor could not remain silent, he uttered a sharp, pained scream and collapsed to the floor once again.
"Get him out of my sight!" Pitto barked, and he turned back to the sensor station. He was greeted with a most unwelcome sight. The Red Star II had awoken from her slumber, and she was moving to take an attack position at the head of her fleet.

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No matter how much had changed in recent months, how separated they had become, Darron was pleasantly surprised to find he still new Mryna rather well. This time, he had wasted no time in making straight for the hangar complex. As the turbolift door hissed open, Darron was confronted with the elegant, dark form of the Black Scorpion, a ship he admired almost as much as he had its pilot. And, sure enough, Mryna was lying on her back on a hoversled, hands working furiously on the transport's underside, a welding rod tucked under her chin.
"Hello Mryna." Darron said, a smile on his face. Mryna did not even blink, she merely slid out from under the Scorpion's wing and sat up.
"Would you believe it?" she said with a sigh, "I only went aboard to find a fresh set of clothes, and one of the diagnostics pinged on me. The port engines power router was bleeding out. Looks like I burned up a connection in our escape, the router had started discharging into the frame. Could have cost the accleration rate a good couple of gs if I hadn't fixed it."
"Do you not have more important things to be doing? You know, sorting out the small factor that you're constantly broadcasting our position to Shiromy like a giant torch."
"Shiromy thinks our bodies are here on the Traquia, so long as we don't leave, she won't get suspicious. I've got plenty of time. And I'd rather fix this before I have a shower, save me needing two." Mryna said with a shrug. Darron shook his head and chuckled.
"Sometimes I think you love that ship more than is healthy for a woman your age. Come on, I'll go with you to the medbay. I've got to fill you in on things in a little more detail, things could be about to get very happy. Might get myself checked out by a doc, actually, I think that stuff you injected me with has given me a twitch."
Mryna eyed him suspiciously. Darron understood; she was struggling to trust him, and she had every right to be on her guard. The thought of being alone with him must set warning bells ringing in that rigourously trained and conditioned head of hers. She said nothing, but she hoisted herself off the sled and began to walk towards the turbolifts. She turned back to face Darron, an exasperated look on her face.
"Shall we get moving then? Vince doesn't have all day!"
"Right behind you." Darron stifled a smile.
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Post by Dragon » Thu May 07, 2009 7:43 pm

Cain seethed with anger. "Bastards, didn't they see that they had enough?"
She walked to the navigational control.
"Course 030 to 000, full speed ahead!"
"We are leaving?" The officer asked while he was executing the order.
The Admiral didn't replied.

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"Sir the other Fleet is changing course, they are leaving!" The sensor officer yelled surprised.
Barcekac looked out of the window to see it with his own eyes and indeed the fleet was no longer coming into their direction and was picking up speed.

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Pito lose heart while he was watching at the sensor station, on the port side the unknown battlegroup was leaving and on the starboard side the Red Star II was closing in.

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Han also watched the leaving battlegroup, something was odd, but he couldn't grasp what. Then he saw it, they hadn't returned their Fighters! He missed that in the first place because they had mainly hyperspace capable Fighters, however there were some TIE-Interceptors too!

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But now it was too late!
"Course correction!" Cain commanded. "270 to 000 maximum speed!"
The battlegroup turned hart to port now it was heading directly toward the orbit of Calim VI!
"Stop right in front of the Imperial Fleet!"
"But there is not enough room!"
"Don't worry, it will be!"

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With the massive Dreadnought on a collision course Barcekac ordered his Fleet to take evasive actions.
"They are mad! All ships take evasive action! Red Group, stick close to holding sector MV-4!"
The New Republic ships were turning into all directions, fighter were rushing out of the way. They evaded fast enough to prevent a collision with the incoming Dreadnought and his battlegroup.

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Now the unknown battlegroup was right between the Imperial fleet and the two others!
"Turn us, that we face the NR/ESS fleet." Cain ordered "But don't Fire!"
"Affirmative!"
"Open a channel!"
The comm officer nodded.
"I'm dreadfully sorry." She said very friendly, then her voice darkened. "But so far and no further!"
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Post by General_Trageton » Fri May 08, 2009 12:36 am

barefoot and only clad in the surgical shirt Mryna tapped up and down in the Traquia's medical station, waiting for the medics to get ready. Denied access to the sterile surgical center, Darron had lefft her be for the moment and sought up a medic to check him up for any allergic reactions. And right now, she was getting impatient.

From what Darron had told her, most of the staff had been occupied with the emergency case of Admiral Blexton, despite their little chances of success. Despite all efforts they had yet lost him eventually - death of suffocation - and a snapped neck to top things off. Mryna knew that handwriting all too well by now. And she even had a hunch as to why, Shiromy might have killed him. While Mryna hadn't yet seen the recordings she mused that it had probably had to do with her and Darron. She had a bad feeling. Even without her implant, the empress would have a more alert eye on this ship than before. Not a comforting thought. The more important it was now, indeed, to get rid of that damned chip.

Darron had told her of some plans that were supposedly forged to confront Shiromy again. He'd need to tell her in more detail lateron, right now she was already suprised that Vince seemed to trust him that much to have him wander around freely - not to speak of involving him in any further planning.After all that had happened and despite her feelings for Darron she still found it hard to fight a certain feel of scepticism towards him. Meanwhile another part of her was confident - and dearly hoping - that he would re-earn her full trust again.

After a while the head medic appeared. "We're ready for you, now. Sorry we kept you waiting."
"I understand that trying to safe a life has a higher priority than the removal of an implant." She said and followed him into the surgery chamber, lying down on the brightly lid operation table. "Let's get it over with."
"OK." the medic said. "The anesthetics phase will -"
"Forget the anesthetics." Mryna cut him off impatiently. "Let that be my concern." For a moment the medic frowned, looking towards the head doctor, who simply shrugged.
"The surgery itself isn't that complicated." The head medic said. "The implant's burried pretty deep, but it's not unreachable. We make a small cut to -."
"How long?" Mryna inquired and her gaze made it clear she was not interested in any further explanations.
"Thirty minutes." The medic finally said.
"Good." Touching a certain pressure point at her temples she called up an emergency interface. Browsing through the various commands she finally found what she was looking for and executed the function. Signals were sent through her entire body temporary suppressing the her nervous system and cognitive functions diving her into an artificial coma. After a while her entire body seemed to tickle for a moment as bit by bit it became numb. Slowly her vision blurred with her consciousness fading out. "Alright." She mumbled with the last bit of concentration and let her head sink onto the pillow. "...do it." Then she passed out.

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Ray Firkis could all but roll his eyes, when the imperial dreadnought blocked their way and its commander uttered her ridiculous taunts. Somebody was playing sherrif here. Even with the support of the New Republic forces getting past that ship seemed complicated to say the least. And just now he found himself wishing to have Vince at his side. Ray knew him better than any of the other Supreme commanders. He knew, what Vince was capable of. He had whitnessed him displaying his skills against the Dhilani. To drain a massive ship of its energy and use it as a weapon against it was truely a frightening skill - one that Ray would appreciate greatly right now. But unfortunately itseemed all that was left of his friend, his commander, his Emperor - was an empty shell, stored in a secured closet below his office.

But this wasn't over yet. Even if the Red Star II and her fleet couldn't hope to get to their target, the Traquia would soon arrive. That was it! He went over to the comm chief. "transmit all current tactical info to the Traquia. If they're smart, they'll know where they're supposed to go without me needing to give concrete orders."

Hopefully.

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Vince and Skywalker strode onto the bridge just in time to find Comm chief Eric Wiggins rearing up in his seat. "What the...? Damn!"
"Report, Chief!" Vince firmly commanded.
"We received a coded transmission from the Red Star II." Wiggins announced. "No message, only data."
"Send it over here!" Commander Vacter said. "Let's see what I can make of it."
Vince nodded. "Do it!" It took a moment for the large data packages to be processed but eventually Vacter let out a low whistle.
"Now look at that!" he mumbled, then rose his voice. "I think that one's intended for whoever is in charge here."
Vince shrugged and strolled up the stairs to his command chair, where he took a seat. "Guess I'll have to fill in for now. Put it on."
Moments later the holo pad before him lit up and a fairly large schematic construction unfolded, showing tactical information and fleet positions from the Calim System. Apart from Ray's fleet and the imperials, also a considerable number of New Republic ships was present.
"Bold move, Ray." Vince mused. "Sending tactical data, uncommented, confident that whoever receives it here, figures out what to do with it."
"That must be Han." Skywalker said solemnly and pointed at a group of NR ships. "They had mentioned they'd make a run for the system."
"I'm more concerned about this thing." Vince said, pointing at the large shape of a massive dreadnought hanging right between the two opposing fronts.
"That's pretty big." Vacter commeted. "Could be a Destiny-class or so." Vince frowned. The only Destiny-class Dreadnought he knew was the Roscha. And it was very unlikely that either Mako or Roscha would risk to get involved in such a conflict.
"Whatever that thing is," he eventually said. "It's blocking the way pretty well - and it's that kind of price Shiromy won't dare to let pass by. Alright, let's not disappoint the Supreme Commander. Eric, send a message to both Ravager and Immortal group. As part of this battlegroup they are ordered to head into the Calim System. I want one group on either side of that dreadnought." Finally his finger wandered across the map and rested at a certain position. "I want us right there on the double. Now let's get moving!"
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Post by FarShot » Fri May 08, 2009 2:20 am

On the bridge of the Amidala, Negh analyzed the situation. There was a brief lapse in the combat - time to act on it.
"Comm, open a channel to the rest of our fleet." When he received a thumbs-up, he proceeded.
"Fellow New Republic forces, this is Admiral Hashk Negh. I am taking command of our forces, and temporarily reorganizing them. Corvettes and frigates are now under the command of Commodore Bakrabar. Capital ships - with the exception of my ship, the Requiem of Amidala - are now under the Harrowing Justice's jurisdiction. And all starfighter forces are the command of General Solo. You will report to these officers, and they will report to me. Tegh out.
"Now then, helm, bring us alongside the Justice. We will use her large size and weapons to our advantage."
Bakrabar stepped up alongside him, peering at him with his round eyes. "What shall I do now, sir?"
The Admiral turned to him and smiled warmly. "My friend, the Thunderhawk is in need of a commanding officer. There is a shuttle waiting for you in the hangar bay. I'd be honored if you took command and coordinate your ships from your own bridge."
Bakrabar clicked his heels, saluted, and grinned back. "Aye, sir."
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Post by Dragon » Fri May 08, 2009 9:24 pm

"Well, i want a full tactical analysis," Cain said to a technician who was sitting on an console at the side of the bridge. "we must know what we up against. Start with the big one."
"But of course." The man started to work. A holographic image of the ESS/NR Fleet appeared in front of him. He magnified the Red Star II and begun to evaluate the sensor data.
Meanwhile Cain walked to the comm station. "Contact the Proditus we need a full report of the local events before the Shadow Hawk had arrived. Use a encrypted channel and give me a summary when you are done."
"At once." The officer established contact. "Proditus, this is the Emperors Crown...."
She didn't waited for the answer, but went back to the tactical station. The technician had finished the first quick analysis of the Red Star II and was now working on the Redeemer.
"And, what we've got?" She asked impatiently.
"Like i thought," He answered. "the big one is one of Tagano's designs. They call it the Executor II-class and like most of his designs it has too much power and too little redundance. Like Admiral Pitto had impressively shown." He couldn't suppress a smile.
Cain raised prompting an eyebrow.
"That's why he was fired from this ships project." He explained.
"Is she a problem?"
"Maybe, if she were not in this bad condition." He brought back the image of the Red Star II and showed her the damaged parts from Pitto's attacks.
"Very good, proceed."
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Post by Mako » Wed May 13, 2009 11:50 pm

The Wandering Star sped through hyperspace, having recently been sent to deliver recreational supplies from Sorenno to the planet of Vaynai in exchange for cliff snails and Slick. Illion sat in his quarters going over the images that poured in from the spy cams that were left at Almania. For the most part it looked as if the shipyards there were putting the remaining touches on some fifteen corvette sized ships. Though the over large arrow head shaped star dreadnaught had left the system the other cruiser that had been present still continued its orbit around the planet. In another of the images fifteen Spearhead class frigates could be seen exiting hyperspace and taking up positions around the shipyard. Illion knew that with the ESS supplying the KC with ships these two could be an unstoppable force. Pulling out a holo imager, Illion pressed one of its buttons which brought forth an image of the Galaxy. Hitting another button caused a large portion of the outer rim and Tingel arm to be bathed in red; this represented the worlds and systems that were under the control of the Coalition. Illion tapped his fingers on his desk. From what was depicted on the imager and information gleaned from other spacers in Kagato’s employ, The KC easily controlled at least a thousand worlds if not more. There was also information that a large amount of ships and resources were being redirected toward Galidraan, for a supposed push to the Cron Drift and Cronese Mandate. This was most disturbing, while the Empire had lost ground to the Republic, the KC had come in under the radar and had effectively taken over worlds that the Republic had very little time and resources for, turning backwater third rate worlds into prosperous high class spots. How one man had accomplished so much by himself, especially in spots where the Emperor himself had failed, Illion could not figure it out. But even good deeds could not erase a criminal’s guilt and Illion was determined to bring the pirate Mako to justice. A beeping from his com caught Illion’s attention, pressing a button to turn it on “Yes?”
“We’re approaching Vaynai.” came Tor’s voice from the other end.
“I’ll be there shortly.” Switching off the com. Illion left his desk and made his way to the bridge. Illion was sure he had enough information on the activities but he still had no idea as to where the main base of Mako’s operation was stationed. Though it was highly possible that the pirate operated solely from The DSS Roscha but if Illion guessed correctly every space born pirate needed a planet to call home and stretch his legs. Illion stepped on to the bridge as it was still bathed in the blue-white light of hyperspace. A few moments later hyper space gave way to stretched star lines then finally normal space with the lush blue planet of Vaynai that filled the forward screen. Illion watched as the Wandering Star slightly corrected course to go into high orbit. The freighter had just about finished its maneuver when a large triangle shape came from the shadow of the planet. Quickly getting Tor’s attention, Illion started giving orders. ”It’s about time we hit pay dirt. We’ve finally located the Roscha, and possibly Mako’s home. I want as many orbital spy cams as we have left to keep watch on this system. If that ship so much as twitches I want to know about it.”
“Yes sir.” Tor saluted smartly and went about his task.
Finally all this time of undercover work was about to pay off.
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Post by General_Trageton » Thu May 14, 2009 3:53 pm

Taya Berin looked down at the two dead guards. The frozen looks on their faces told of shock and surprise. She had just regained consciousness in time, when they were hauling her towards one the escape pods. This was outrageous! Not only had they dared to turn on her, the Empress' hand, but also tried to jettison her like a chunk of trash. What was most disturbing though, was that they seemed to have followed Grand Executor Qhalic, meaning that in a worst case scenario the entire ship might under her control. Silk! She had known he was a rat. Making things worse, he had picked the perfect moment, when She was all focussed on Qhalic, to stab her in the back. Sneaky bastard - just like the rest of Qhalic's little band. The 'Executors' circle' as she used to call it was nothing more than a band of hired guns. Spies and assassins, mercenaries. Each of them shadier than the other. The Empress didn't need them. Her power was immense and her reach went farther than any of these killers could even imagine to come. Soon she would disband the circle and there would only be her - and Taya as her right hand, the extension of her will.

Stripping the corpses of their weapons she heaved them up one after another and stowed them in the escape pod and initiated the launch sequence. With that done she attended to her wrist console and called up a series of functions and commands. After a moment the display showed a single blinking blip with a thre-dimensional wireframe of the surrounding building up around it. Qhalic seemed to be in the medical facility for whatever reason. Equipping the salvaged blasters and ammo clips she snuck out of the escape pod hub and into one of the corridors. Time to finish what she had come for.
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