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10-19-2002, 12:43 PM
Well, here we are again. We've come a long way, and now the party is back in the cantina. What awaits them?

You decide.

No godmoding
Post bio in 1st post, if you're new.
Be nice to other players.

10-19-2002, 02:54 PM
i thought Cracken wanted cracken to die

Name: Irvine Cracken
Age: 23
sex: Male
Force abilties: Force sentitive, may or may not learn strength ability.
light/dark: Relitively Dark
weapons currently: Dual Semi-auto Blasters, unwareinglt uses force for dead-on aiming at any distence and position he's in (like in holocuast he shot all the lights out in the hanger behind his back)
Weapons soon: Dual Ligthsabers, Blue, identical to Crackens execpt for crystal color red?, and with surpressed saber skills maybe cracken tuaght him when irvine was child b4 cracken left. Currently locked in silver box with Chimera symbol on it.

Name: Ivan Cracern
Age: 56
sex: Male
No force abilty
Short disc: Old Galatic War hero, currently a Council Member of the Imperical Council.

10-19-2002, 03:16 PM
((The Aeges fixed all of that. There is only 1 cracken, Deac ect.))

10-19-2002, 05:11 PM
Name: Kioet Csuhen
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: unknown but looks like a humanoid Lizard
Abilities: Regeneration
Weapons: Force Pike, Stormtrooper Rifle w/scope, 3 flash grenades
Armor: Shield Belt
Bio: Kioet supplies weapons to the New Republic, for a fee. He stopped at the cantina for something to eat.

10-19-2002, 05:47 PM
*Kioet walks up to bar*

"I would like some dewback stew, lomin ale, and your lack of humor."

*gets a ticket, on it is the number "15"*

"What a coincidence..."

*Sits at the table nearest the bar, and waits for his number to be called.*

10-19-2002, 06:19 PM
((OOS: And so ends the longest story arc in Cantina history. :D))

*Rwos finds Deac in the Cantina. Alive.*

Rwos: I would have saved you, you know. I had a plan...and I even knew how I would eliminate the Time Matrix. *feels a little foolish* I had forgotten the original deal - that whoever got the Time Matrix first, won. We just wanted things returned to the way they were before...and we got it.

I wonder one thing, however...what happened to the Crimson Star?

10-19-2002, 07:27 PM
*Irvine's shuttle zips out of hyperspace and into the atmosphere of Tatoonie. Irvine then launches his orbital survalence pods. then uses them to scout out a place to land...*

Irvine: "Ah, yes an abandoned airfield, ill and there."

*Irvine plots a stealth approch and lands on the airfield, eventually opening up a bunker and placing his freighter inside*

okay, cantina is in wrong place that i thought ^__^

Irvine: 'i better go into town, get a drink or something, maybe i can get something for this case, too bad i cant open it. Damn force protected lock or soemthing.' *glares at Silver Case, then puts it in his trenchcoat along with his blasters and some Money*


*An Imperial Council meeting has been immetately been held*

Ivan: "Fellow Council Members i have recieved reports of the Crimson Star being destroyed and the Crimson Star II which most of you haven't even been told of, we have lost contact. More Importantly The son of Lord Cracken was reported to be on teh Crimson Star II overseeing the project."

10-19-2002, 08:29 PM
((Rogue15 just wanted to make sure that you knew the Rebel Alliance is the New Republic.))

*Odin and Vidar are off to the side talking*

Odin: Were all of the torpedoes recovered?

Vidar: Yes father. They are all accounted for. The fleet has returned home. Cloaking devices are being installed now.

Cmdr. Cracken
10-20-2002, 12:46 AM
*Cracken, one moment,was combating imperial anti-hackers, the next, floating in the dark. a strange sensation to say the least... from the darkness he heard a voice...*

You are to go back to that Cantina you all like, and as for you, Cracken, you and Starr have a great luxury...
Your desicions are your own....

"My own? i can choose.... do i need to exist anymore? I failed you father, i need not to exist....."

*Suddenly, images flashed through his mind. The Imperial Remnant, the fleet, his apprentice, his father, Coruscant, Deac, Rwos, Flax....his son....... and his daughter.......... yes, he needed to exist. to lead the Remnant.... and to fix what he had done to his family.

In an instant, he found himself on the bridge of the Super Star Destroyer Titan. The Imperial Fleet he assembled was at full strength, and spread over the many worlds he conqured during his blitzkrig. No Crimson Star, though, yet Coruscant still missed a moon. Admiral Tojo, Starr by his side, he realized what he had done..... and spoke....*

Admiral, relinquish demands of control over the New Republic. Instead, i want to negotiate a true peace treaty. Regroup the fleet that is holding worlds other than Coruscant in Remnant Territory. if there is any dissent amongst the Moffs, or the Captains, bring them here and i'll deal with them myself. let them know they probably won't survive.

Also, send the New Republic a request to co-operate and find a man about 23, force sensitive. His name is Irvine.
*He turned to Starr*
You may leave if you want. However, i ask you to do one thing. O Corellia, there is a young woman i think by the name of Alys'Shera. I wish to see her. Could you bring her here, in one piece, with out injury?

Dark Lord of the Sith Cracken
Age: approximatly 50 years old
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Abilities: Strong in teh Dark Side of the Force, Much like his father, Emperor Palpatine.
Weapons: one Lightfoil. *Refere to Attack of teh CLones, Darth Tyranus uses one*
Armor: The Force
Bio: Only child and Son of the late Emperor Palpatine, he once tried to conquer the galaxy in his fathers name. Now, he is trying to find his family, and guide the Imperial Remnant into a stable future. Could his taks of finding his kids run him into teh Cantina'ers again?!

Age: 24 years old
Sex: Female
Abilities: Force Sensitive, yet no formal training. knows how to move things, but that's it. Self taught.
Weapons: Dual blasters
Armor: Black pants, with Corellian bloodstripes, black shirt and a red jacket.
Bio: Only child, her mother was foribly taken on Corellia, by what is now assumed to be a Rogue Jedi or a Dark Jedi. about 5 foot 5 in height, long black hair that is braided down to the small of her back. Knows nothing of her father. trained in CorSec, and she earned her Corellian Bloostripes during the Blitzkrig of Corellia. Flies an old Jedi Starfighter, heavely modified, andher step father was apart of CorSec until the Blitzkrig, where he was KIA. Qiut CorSec, and now is a gun for hire.

10-20-2002, 01:24 AM
*a hooded man with a faded old black cloak, using a walking stick walks into the Cantina and sits at the bar.*

??? to barteneder: "You surve Raynorian Spirits here?"

*The bartender surves him up an alcholic ale with a slight smoothy tase to it. and follows the money owed for the drink. Im The mean time Irvine walks in hooded with a more 'newer' cloaked outfit then the stranger, and sits on the other end of the bar.*

Irvine: "I'll have a beer." *Quickly throws down some cash...*

10-20-2002, 02:51 AM
*Starr floats in darkness. Voices come to him out of the void...terror, accusations, the realization that everything he had done had been...for nothing. He felt a peculiar sense of emptiness.

Is this death?

"As for you, Cracken, you and Starr have a great luxury...

Your decisions are your own..."


I failed...I failed him.

The darkness folded back. Starr stood again at Cracken's side.

Is this a dream?

Cracken spoke.

"Admiral, relinquish demands of control over the New Republic. Instead, I want to negotiate a true peace treaty. Regroup the fleet that is holding worlds other than Coruscant in Remnant Territory. If there is any dissent amongst the Moffs, or the Captains, bring them here and I'll deal with them myself. Let them know they probably won't survive. Also, send the New Republic a request to co-operate and find a man about 23, Force sensitive. His name is Irvine."

He turned to Starr.

"You may leave if you want. However, I ask you to do one thing. On Corellia, there is a young woman I think by the name of Alys'Shera. I wish to see her. Could you bring her here, in one piece, without injury?"

Starr could only nod numbly.

I won't fail you again.

10-20-2002, 09:39 AM
Bartender: "15!"

*News of Cracken confronting the New Republic with a new pease treaty begins to blare through the Cantina's TV's, geting everyone off there seats execpt for the Irvines...*

Irvine to himself: "He's actually going after the Republic with a peace treaty." *takes another sip of his drink*

10-20-2002, 11:51 AM
Name: Taklin Flax

Rank: Space Marshal

Age: 47

Abilities: Jedi Master

Weapons: Long barreled blaster pistol, Silver Lightsaber.

Bio: Aproximatly 6 foot tall, 12 stone. Dark brown hair, intense hazal eyes, even features. Son of Kelren Flax, a hero of the Clone Wars Taklin had a sister Mily. Mily was killed, along with her husband and two sons when a TieGT bombed their house in retaliation for a Rebal uprising on Aguma. Tak met Sophae Windrider after defending her transport from bombers. Six months later, after the battle of Yavin Tak finally asked her out. They were were married and had three Children. Hal, Mierra and Kale. Flax draws much of his confidence and drive from his wife.

10-20-2002, 12:44 PM
((Scarface: There is only one of each character the doubles have been erased/merged what ever you would like to call it. As far as the Older Irvine is concerned he went back in time to stop the holocaust. However it never happened erasing that time line and the elder Irvine in the process. He would have no reason to travel into the past. Also the Aeges fixed any errors that were created with the time travel, and reverted history back to the way it was originally))

*Odin and Vidar look at the news with amuesment*

10-20-2002, 12:54 PM
*Gets out of chair and walks up to bartender*


*Tosses bartender a few credits"

*heads back to table, and on the way stumbles into a hooded man, now covered in dewback soup and lomin ale*

"I...I didn't see you."

*fumbles around pants pocket for credits*

kioet to self: "oh great...i just used the last of them..."

*reaches for flash grenade*

10-20-2002, 01:06 PM
Rwos! I knew you'd do it! Even as a metal cyborg shell, I knew you'd do it!

I haven't heard anything new yet, seeing as I haven't been back long, my sources haven't given me anything new...

Interesting outcome, huh?

10-20-2002, 03:09 PM
now i got to edit my posts cus of you, besides older ivrine got there through different emans other then the time matrix, plug he kept out of history...

Irvine to Kioet in a low threatening tone: "You better best be getting on your way... And I suddjest you do it right now." *Takes another sip of his beer*

*Like any pre-bar fight, the Cantina went into a dead silence, other then the News Broadcast. Irvine holds a blaster consealed by his cloak aiming at Kioet...*

10-20-2002, 03:46 PM
((It doesn't matter how he got to the past or if he stayed out of major history, his sheer presance in the past changes the past. Besides all that he doesn't exist anymore. (I explained why in my previous post) ))

10-20-2002, 04:45 PM
*Kioet glares suspiciously at Irvine*

"Buy me a drink."

10-20-2002, 05:48 PM
((OOS: @Scar: If you choose to have Holocaust Irvine in this RPG then you're going to eventually have to take him out of the spinoff early. Not for a while, but within two years out of the twenty - hence if we go to another dimension, he'll be left behind, AND he won't be able to reappear for the rest of the spinoff. So you'll need a new character after he's gone. Which won't happen for a while most likely, but I'm just warning you))

Rwos: Yes, interesting indeed...*glancing at the holoscreens ((not TVs Scar :p))* Apparently Cracken had a change of heart. My own sources tell me that the Remnant is likely to split...one side will welcome Cracken's new peace agenda, and the other will inititate break from him. It will be much less of a threat, however. My sources, however, have also told me of some...interdimensional activity that demands my attention. So I may have to leave again soon.

*muses a moment*

Furro never told us what happened to Ken'atra. I guess we can safely assume he and his family will live "happily ever after".

And without the Holocaust destroying its hiding place, the Time Matrix can pass from all memory again till the end of time.


*Across the galaxy, Starr Hailfire exits hyperspace above Corellia*

10-20-2002, 06:38 PM
*Odin hearing Rwos' comment*

Odin: Ken'atra is fine for the time being. He is with his family.

10-20-2002, 06:40 PM
Name: Koran Sandiveld
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Abilities: Jedi Knight, can hear people's thoughts He also specializes in push, mind trick and grip, the heavy stance of lightsaber fighting
Weapons: Two lightsabers and a small blaster
Armor: Shield Belt
Bio: Born on Coruscant, trained by an old Jedi Master who has since died, Koran is naive to the world around him. He believes he is superior to most if not all beings.

*A rodian runs into the bar, screaming. Two sabers
fly into the door after him, cutting off his hands. A human in dark robes walkes up, retrives his sabers, and takes a small vibro-blade out of one of the hands, and then causeually walkes up to the bar, sits down, and orders a drink.

10-20-2002, 06:47 PM
((OOS: Death may not rejoin the RPG - so until further notice, child-Ken'atra lives happily ever after on Raynor ;) [regardless of Irvine blowing up the other moon or whatever]))

*Rwos turns towards Odin's seat* Ah, Odin...and Vidar. I didn't see you. *his expression looks carefully neutral*

10-20-2002, 09:01 PM
Odin: You were never meant to see us.

10-20-2002, 09:11 PM
Rwos: I see. *looks up as the screaming Rodian enters the bar*

10-21-2002, 10:54 AM
well if i had to remove Irvine from the holocuast, because of error fixes, then the whole thread should be deleted. Irvine exsists in this time line only because he exsisted at the same time when the holocuast began. so no i will not remove irvine from neither thread.

Irvine to Kioet: "Now why should I? you wasted your meal on my clothes and never offered me a towel? but I guess I'll be nice and buy you a beer." to bartender: "two more beers" *slaps down more money. while keeping his gun consealed and still pointed at Kioet*

10-21-2002, 11:21 AM
((Lol, no. :p I didn't mean you had to erase Irvine's existence. But according to you, after two years in the Holocaust timeline, Irvine will be transported to Cantina 7 on Raynor. That will have to eventually happen in the spinoff thread, if you want to have two Irvines here.))

10-21-2002, 12:01 PM
Kioet to Irvine:

"You are most kind. I was going to give you some credits, but realized I've used the last on the meal, so I panicked."

*Kioet looks at Irvine, thoughtfully*


"So, what brings you here?"

10-21-2002, 03:00 PM
*As Deac and his friends sit around in the cantina, events are happening not so far away, on the edge of the system, aboard the Star Destroyer Reaver*

Peace? He's gone soft, working with Starkiller. Still, my forces will do the job. Father left several powerful weapons at my disposal...and I intend to use them. "Uncle" Deac will be on Tatooine...so...

Reletha to Bridge..
Comm: My lady?

Activate Operation Slingshort...

*The Star Destroyer's tractor beams grab onto a passing asteriod and swing it toward the outer rim*

Comm: Target on route to Tatooine...time to target, 3 hours.

10-21-2002, 04:01 PM
approx twenty-five redwing, not two. Remember the Irvine in c7 was in his late fourties

Irvine tells a small lie: "I've been to couresant before, im just doing a little business, thats all. How ever, I did want to find someting whom could get this lock opened on this case." *Uses his right hand to pull out the silver case, while keeping the left holding to the gun still.* "It was given to me a long time ago, theres no way to pick the lock, since theres no key hole, I figured it had to do something with the force." *Irvine shows the Silver lightsaber case to Kioet, but mistakenly is able to be viewed by the regulars (the cantiners), which also shows the family insigna of the Chimera clawing two lightsabers.*

Irvine: "So what do you think?"

10-21-2002, 04:37 PM
*Space Marshal Taklin Flax sat at his desk, the com beeped.*

Com: Sir, we've recieved a mesage from Lord Cracken, he wishes to negociate a peace treaty!

*Flax sat stunned for a moment.* Prepare my shuttle, and an escort fleet.

Com: At once, sir.


*Captain Halren Flax sat across from an atractive dark haired young woman, in a Correlian Tap Caf. That was the good news, the bad news was he wasn't getting anywhere.*

Hal: So.... Alys, how do you about you and me find some real drink. I know this place that sells ale by the barrel load.

Cmdr. Cracken
10-21-2002, 05:55 PM
*Alys smiled, and glanced down at her holo pad. hmm... peace with the Imperials. This might cut her buisness down some. oh well. She smiled at Hal*

Of course, lead the way.......


*The Emperor waited in his shuttle bay. Space Marshal Flax's shuttle landed with a grace, and the shuttles door opened. Flax stepped out, and cautiously approached the brooding Sith Lord*

Good afternoon Space Marshal Flax. I wish to see the Supream Chancellor of the New Republic. I wish to propose a treaty and territory outlines with him personally.

My Entourage will consist of the Imperial Royal guard, and Grand Admiral Tojo, my apprentice is on a personal mission.

*Cracken turned and ****ed a smile* We'll take your ship, if that's no trouble.

10-21-2002, 05:57 PM
Odin: I'm leaving for a while. If you want to contact me use this.

*Odin hands Rwos a com device*

Odin: I trust you know how to use this. Please don't try to examine, or try to open it as it will destroy itself.

Before I go, we are always watching you though you may not know it.

*Odin and Vidar pause at the entrance were another cloaked man joins them. The three exit.*

Odin: Come boys, lets get to Sleipnir (Odin's personal ship).

*The three walk to the ship*

Vidar: What do you think about this peace proposal?

Heimdall (the Cloaked man): I believe this will cause more blood to be spilled.

Odin: I agree, I don't think the Imperials are ready for peace. Monitor Jotunheim closely, this will be interesting.

Heimdall: I'll make sure that it is done.
((Allow me to formally introduce Vidar and Heimdall to everyone

Name: Vidar
Age: 700
Race: Aesir
Bio: Vidar is the son of Odin, and will rule the Aesir upon Odin's death. He is the second most powerful Aesir, has a vast knowledge of Aesirian lore. He likes to spend his time in thought and study but when action is needed he doesn't like to waste time. Vidar looks like a man in his early twenties.

Name: Heimdall
Age: 400
Race: Aesir
Bio: Heimdall is Odin's youngest. His force ablilites amoung other things allow give him heightened sense of hearing and sight. He has a fierce loyalty to his people and spends much of his time ensuring that the Aesir remain safe and hidden. He has the appearance of a man near twenty (around 19). ))

10-21-2002, 06:17 PM
Kioet to Irvine:

"Whoa, I've seen many weapon cases, including a few lightsaber cases, but have never seen one as rare."

*Kioet gazes at the lightsaber box, just awed by it*

"Would you be willing to trade it? I happen to have a full supply of weapons in the cargo hold of my Sentinel-Class Imperial Landing Craft. They're all yours if you're willing to make the trade. Of course, if you don't want to trade it, I'd be willing to help you find someone who could open it for you."

*Kioet takes a sip of beer*

10-21-2002, 06:19 PM
*Ivan Cracen approches the Sith Lord...*

Ivan: "Good to see you again my Emperior. I know it does not pretain to me but, may i ask to accompany you to the treaty holdings? Even if its part of the way, I feel I must speak to you about these meetings."

Cmdr. Cracken
10-21-2002, 07:45 PM
*Cracken looks at the man, staring him down with intensity*
you are correct, these procedings are none of YOUR concern. I am the Head of State, and Government. The last thing i need is some sniviling politician getting in my way. I'll make peace with the Republic, and keep Imperial dignity.

10-21-2002, 11:02 PM
((OOS: Deac, since you're gonna be gone for three days, how about we insert the events of 'new rpg' (http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=59112) in this time gap. Remember, when Deac writes his biography, and the Shadows and Marin show up?

Maybe Deac could have just published his biography since he got back, and when he goes back to Tatooine, then Reletha launches the asteroid. ^_^

@Scar: The timeline that makes up the Holocaust lasts only twenty years. So if Irvine left at the end of the timeline, he would be in his early forties, I suppose. I was referring to an earlier post of yours when I said "two years".

I'm going to go with the flow and re-introduce Rwos, as well as Starr.))

Name: Termand Se'enth Rwos
Age: 70+ (35+ in human years)
Race: Gargoyle
Abilities: Since Cantina 1 Rwos has gained:
The ability to regenerate body parts
The ability to control his stone sleep like a normal gargoyle
Increased magical ability (since the end of C7)
A working teleporter
Besides that, he can still fly and is possessed of great strength and enhanced senses, like a normal gargoyle.
Bio: Termand Rwos is from the magical plane of the planet Earth. He belongs to an organization that guards dimensional travel (as well as interfering in other things) called Blades. Rwos came to this dimension out of necessity, got driven mad and trapped here, then finally managed to fix his teleporter and leave, but not before making several attachments that he didn't want to abandon. For example, a friendship with Deac Starkiller. Rwos feels a special responsibility to this dimension akin to his own. The other Blades disapprove greatly of this, but as Rwos is extremely high in the heirarchy, he is currently able to carry on his actions with impunity.

Name: Starr Hailfire
Age: Early twenties
Race: Human
Abilities: Starr can double as an excellent mercernary and the highly trained Sith apprentice that he is. He favors esoteric, powerful weapons as well as his crimson lightsaber. Starr specializes in the Force powers of illusion, and made it a point to learn highly specialized Force attacks most enemies wouldn't know how to counter.


*Starr trailed Alys'Shera from a distance, ever watchful. It hadn't been too much trouble to find her, with the paper trail she'd left in Remnant dealings. Now if he could only catch her by herself, he could bring her back to his master.

Odd. The man she was with looked strangely familiar.*

10-22-2002, 12:53 AM
Originally posted by Cmdr. Cracken
*The Emperor waited in his shuttle bay. Space Marshal Flax's shuttle landed with a grace, and the shuttles door opened. Flax stepped out, and cautiously approached the brooding Sith Lord*

Good afternoon Space Marshal Flax. I wish to see the Supream Chancellor of the New Republic. I wish to propose a treaty and territory outlines with him personally.

My Entourage will consist of the Imperial Royal guard, and Grand Admiral Tojo, my apprentice is on a personal mission.

*Cracken turned and ****ed a smile* We'll take your ship, if that's no trouble.

((Supreme Chancellor = Chief of State, and it's Leia, remember?))

10-22-2002, 07:02 AM
@redwing, i really dont think Leia would side the Empire. and as for the two years, well that might have been an early attempt on thinking how my character would fit into the whole thing, but then yet again, it oculd have been apart of a series of things... :rolleyes:

Ivan: "Yes, I understand."

*Ivan turns and walks away...*

10-22-2002, 01:52 PM
((Liea would want peace ect.))

*The trio enter Sleipnir, and move to the lounge*

Odin: Thank you for bringing Sleipnir here.

Heimdall: It was my pleasure. It has been fully upgraded, to name a couple of the improvements are a cloaking device and quantum armor.

Odin: Good very good.

Vidar: Soon the entire fleet will be fully upgraded. And we will be able to move around this galaxy undetected.

Odin: We will leave tonight

*Heimdall, and Vidar nod in confirmation.*

10-22-2002, 03:54 PM
this is so beign quite slow :p

10-22-2002, 05:47 PM
Flax: *He inclines his head to the Sith Lord.* Lord Cracken, The Republic is still under Marshal Law. For the poupose of initial negotiations I represent the Republic.

10-22-2002, 06:22 PM
battledog, he's not even there yet ^__^

Irvine to Koiet: "No, I guess it the only thing i remember my father giving to me. And as for him, please I really don't want to get on that subject. AS for weapons i keep two blasters, same make and model, accurate for about at most 200 yards, and fast shooting. I've kept one hidden pointing at you, just incase you decided to do something that you'd regret."

*Irvine becomes satisfied, and brings up his blasters upon to the bar.*

Irvine to Koiet: "Sad thing it i herd about these locks, It seems only it'll take a certain group of people to open it, even though that Jedi aren't the easiest to find, and maybe if they'd do something for ya. Bah! Hmm, these beers are kinda harder in the alcohol then I'm used to... What ever, I'm getting my buzz, I'ts fine with me." *Turns to look more directly at Kioet* "You'd said that you have no money and weapony to sell? I guess I'll look to see whatcha got, and maybe full your pockets a little...?"


Ivan to himself in his quarters: "i still don't see why the Emperoir would go for somethign like this, I've been around ever sense his Father was on the throne. its very unbecoming of him to stop right before a military victory..."

10-22-2002, 06:51 PM
((Scar read carefully. Flaxy is meeting with Cracken: "The Emperor waited in his shuttle bay. Space Marshal Flax's shuttle landed with a grace, and the shuttles door opened. Flax stepped out, and cautiously approached the brooding Sith Lord ))

10-22-2002, 07:05 PM
((Being under marshal law would still have Leia in charge. But Flax could represent her, of course - even if you understood that. BattleDog, I'm pointing it out so everyone *else* realizes it ;)))

*Rwos has left the Cantina for his own dimension*

Cmdr. Cracken
10-22-2002, 07:50 PM
*Cracken looked at Flax, and then turned to the Royal Guards*
Make sure Ivan get's back to the Councel Headquarters in the Corperate Sector.
*The Guards move off the shuttle bay deck, and the doors slide behind them. He turned back to Flax, and pulled out a holopad.*


Here's the proposal I have for the Republic. it outlines the new territorial boundries. I know that our respective boarders are reletivly close, however, i've forseen a Imperial Remnant Civil War will most likely break out, hence, i'll need the shipyards of Kuat and Bilbringi.

*He points to the text*

Here outlines the new alliance between the Republic and the Remnant Loyalists. We will help you rebuild your navies and armies, and in return, ask aid in the war if needed. Also, we'll open our research facilities to your scientists as mutual research for new technologies. We also wish to be able to maintain our Navy and Army, as it's a standing tradition of the Imperial State.

*He looked Flax in the eye*
The people are tired of war with the Republic, they wish for nothing more than peace, and finally, so do I. No more Super weapons, no more plays for power. These worlds want our protection, and have openly asked for it. Also, unlimited migration between our respective states will be allowed, no boarder checks, just a simple passport. Full co-operation, Flax, no more war with us.

10-22-2002, 08:08 PM
Odin: Time to leave. Sleipnir takes us to Asgard, and activate the cloaking device.

Sleipnir: Yes lord.

*Sleipnir rose off the ground, and rocketted into space. It then jumps to hyperspace*

Odin: It will be nice to be home agian.

Vidar: Yes it will be.

10-22-2002, 10:03 PM
Kioet to Irvine: "My ship isn't too far from here, but you'll probably need a swoop or speeder bike to get there. I recently picked up some of the higher-class weapons, all in working order, the victims of the weapons can't guarantee it!"

*lowers voice to a whisper*

"I've also acquired two All Terrain Personal Transports, one that I'd be willing to sell, it ain't gonna be cheap, considering all I had to go through to get it."

10-22-2002, 10:08 PM
*Ivan walks away from the Docks with a slight disagreement with his leaders, then is confronted by Gaurds*

Guard: "We're order to make sure your taken to the Council Headquarters"

Ivan: "Very well then..."


Irvine whispering: "Yes, new weaponry would be nice, but im not sure about them all-terrain vechcle's, i'd have to know the size of them, and if my shuttle would carry them. I have landed my shuttle outside of town, maybe if we'd get on your shuttle, which im presuming that is here in town, and bring it over to my shuttle. that way our 'transactions' would be more, less public..."

10-22-2002, 10:32 PM
Kioet to Irvine: "The at-pt stands 3 meters tall. Just give me the place and time, and I'll be on my way."

10-22-2002, 10:45 PM
IRvie whispers: "about 5km east along the rock ridge, it was an old airfeild"

10-23-2002, 03:37 PM
Kioet to Irvine: "I'll meet you there."

*Kioet drinks the last of his beer, gets up, then throws the glass at the bartender, the bartender ducks, and glass goes everywhere. Everyone looks at the bartender. Then Kioet walks out of the cantina, gets on his speeder bike, and speeds off towards his landing craft.*

10-23-2002, 06:31 PM
Irvine: "Interesting character..."

*Irvine stands up, and walks out of the bar, brushing up agenst a cartain Cantiner.*


*While at the same time, Ivan Cracern is on his shuttle in route back to the Imperial Council HQ*

*Ivan opens a comm link to a fellow council leader.*

Ivan over comm: "This is surprime Council Member Ivan Cracern. Sorry to be so formal but i have serious doubts on this treaty."

Coucil Member Ravan Dorcan: "Thats alright Ivan. Like you, the rest of the council are not agreeing with Lord Cracken's wanting a treaty as soon as the War would have been over. Theres no reason to it..."

Ivan over comm: "I know, Thats why as soon as I get Back i want a council meeting."

Ravan over comm: "Yes, i understand, I shall prepare the Council and wait for your arrival..."

*Ivan closes the Channel and continues to think about doubts that his Lord Cracken is doing...*

10-23-2002, 08:14 PM
*when the channel is off, the other person in the room - another council member named Farran Darkholme - speaks to Ravan*

Farran: Are you sure about this? Cracern, I mean...*Farren looks expectantly at Ravan as if waiting for him to fill in the next part of the sentence*

10-23-2002, 08:38 PM
*Sleipnir drops out of hyperspace above Asgard*

Odin *looking upon his homeworld*: In all my travels nothing is as beautiful as Asgard.

Sleipnir brings us down.

10-23-2002, 10:35 PM
Ravan: "Unjust? Hardly. I have to agree upon Ivan on this one, the Lord Cracken has gone slighty over to the unreasonable in regaurds in the mattered of this Empire. Its almost like at one spot, he had the Galaxy on its knees, and he stopped. And wants a peace treaty. The only unjust here in Cracken..."

10-24-2002, 03:01 AM
Farran: Yes, I do agree with you...however, I am concerned with Ivan Cracern. *shrewd look* I don't entirely trust the good commander. I can't help but feel he will use this situation to gain power over us.

Cmdr. Cracken
10-24-2002, 11:15 AM
*Flax looks over the treaty, and heads his ship, most likely to communique with The Chief of State. Cracken turns to Tojo*

Tojo: do you really think this will lead to a war if they agree?

Cracken: yes, the Councel still clings to the old hatreds, i doubt that they will stand for this. Also, i sense they feel i've become weak, going for peace instead of total victory.
What of teh Super Star Destroyer Vengence, is she near completion?

Tojo: Yessir, her final outfits are being made at Bilbringi, her maiden voyage was sucessful.

Cracken: Good.

*Cracken and Tojo wait... anxious of the answer.....*

((OOS: bout time i introduce my Admiral....))

Name: Grand Admiral Tojo
Age: 45 years
Race: Human
Abilities: Master tactician, control of the Imperial Navy, under the Emperor
Bio: Tojo was a mear Admiral when the loss at Endor occured, since then, he escaped, and was in hiding until Cracken tried to resume the throne, and his playfor pwoer. Since then, he's developed a 6th sense for battle, and ruthless efficiancy and cunning. Promoted to Grand Admiral, he now controls the Imperial Navy, relaying orders from his Emperor, who he is uptmost loyal to.

10-24-2002, 01:47 PM
*Sleipnir enters Asgard's atmosphere and settles gentle down on the Palace Landing Field. Odin, Vidar, and Heimdall step out, to be greeted Frigg (Odin's Wife), Tyr (Odin's son), Brunhilde (captain of the Valkyries), and Sigurd (Captian of the Einherjar).*

Odin: It is good to see all of you again.

Frigg: I've missed you greatly. I'm grateful that you have finally returned. Hello Vidar, Heimdall.

Vidar and Heimdall: Hello mother.

*the group moves toward the palace*

Odin: Brunhilde, tomorrow summon the council, we have matters to discuss.

Brunhilde: It will be done at once my lord.

Odin: Thank you. How have you been Sigurd?

*Brunhilde leaves to attend to Odin's command*

Sigurd: Well my lord. The Einherjar are gladen by your return.

Tyr: There is going to be a feast tonight to celebrate your return. The Einherjar wouldn't settle for anything less.

Vidar: Come brothers let us give father and mother some time alone.

*Sigurd, Vidar, Heimdall, and Tyr leave Odin and Figg*

Odin: Those are very good boys.

Frigg: Yes, they love you dearly.

Odin: How are you doing?

Frigg: Alright, better now that you have returned.

*The two enter the palace talking about minor things. Later that night a large feast was held.*

10-24-2002, 05:24 PM
@Red: Ivan is supposed to be the head of the Council, which most of the council basically follows him, i dont care if some of the council memeber disagree. im just saying in a slight sense, stuff shoudl happen a little this way, just not to mess things up a little ^_^

Ravan to Farran: "Well, there definatley is that sence the Ivan could do that, but I beleive we should await til he arrives."


*Irvine hops on his Speeder and heads off to his Shuttle...*


*Ivan waiting to return to Council HQ, he watches the news as treaty holdings continue....*

10-24-2002, 06:06 PM
*Kioet speeds past a couple ugnaughts, swings his forcepike at one of their protocol droids that they were arguing with, beheading it. Then he comes up on his landing craft*

*Kioet pulls out a remote, and presses a button on it. The loading ramp lowers, Kioet drives his speeder bike in, stops, gets off, heads towards the ****pit and presses another control on his remote, which closes the loading ramp.*

Kioet to self: "time to make a fortune."

*Kioet's Landing Craft lifts off the ground, and heads towards the old airport*

10-24-2002, 09:22 PM
*while back at the Cantina...*

???: "Thank you bartender, can you surve me up another?" *puts money on bar. Showing himself being the elder Irvine of Irvine whom just left...*

Elder Irvine sensing something: "Never mind, ill leave now..." *picks up his money and leaves...*

Bartender: "Um, yes sure thing..."

10-24-2002, 09:59 PM
((OOS: The head of a council wouldn't have control over the council, you know. If the majority opinion overrides him, then he couldn't do much.

btw what do you mean by "should" happen?))

Farran: Of course we will wait for the head of the council. I am only suggesting we tread carefully in this matter. If Cracken is deposed, some of the other, less intelligent members of this council may rush to appoint Cracern as the new Emperor. Cracern would then be in a position to eliminate us, if he so chose.


*Irvine steps out of the bar to see no one in sight. Then someone appeared, out of thin air on the empty street.

It was a strange-looking creature, five feet tall and with black, green-rimmed skin wrinkled like a prune. It looked something like a humanoid lizard*

Creature: "Oh, hello Irvine. How are things going for you? Things aren't going so well for me. Cracken is turning away from the dark side, as I predicted, and as such is, sadly, no longer useful to my great and glorious master Craynor. Your younger self doesn't currently have enough power to fall to darkness. Good thing my master thought ahead, and brought you here for a backup plan!"

*Before Irvine could do anything, the creature held up his hand. Irvine was frozen immobile*

"Naughty, naughty. You gave up your rights when you fell for that silly story about the Revenant and asked to be transported. Yep, story was totally fake, all along. Just to get you right here, at the right time, with the right power level. Such a gullible human. *shakes head* Now don't you feel foolish? Well...you won't for long.

"First, time to wipe your pesky memory. So Kid Version doesn't find out anything that could hurt my master's plans."

*Irvine's face twisted in pain, then went blank. His eyes stared ahead into space, as if hypnotized. The creature smiled, pleased.*

"And now, Irvine, it's time to fufill your destiny. Go find your younger self. I know you can sense him. Find him, merge with him, and drag him into darkness."

10-24-2002, 10:28 PM
*Irvine steps out of the bar to see no one in sight. Then someone appeared, out of thin air on the empty street.

It was a strange-looking creature, five feet tall and with black, green-rimmed skin wrinkled like a prune. It looked something like a humanoid lizard*

Creature known as Drode: "Oh, hello Irvine. How are things going for you? Things aren't going so well for me. Cracken is turning away from the dark side, as I predicted, and as such is, sadly, no longer useful to my great and glorious master Craynor. Your younger self doesn't currently have enough power to fall to darkness. Good thing my master thought ahead, and brought you here for a backup plan!"

Irvine: 'Aw Crap, I Knew this would eventually bite right back at me if i decided to show my face again...'

*The Creature raises his hand and makes the Elder Irvine immobile.*

Irvine: 'What trickery is this!?'

Drode: "Naughty, naughty. You gave up your rights when you fell for that silly story about the Revenant and asked to be transported. Yep, story was totally fake, all along. Just to get you right here, at the right time, with the right power level. Such a gullible human. *shakes head* Now don't you feel foolish? Well...you won't for long."


Drode: "First, time to wipe your pesky memory. So Kid Version doesn't find out anything that could hurt my master's plans."

*Irvine Grits his teeth in pain as all his memories of the Holocuast disappears from his mind forever...*

Drode: "And now, Irvine, it's time to fufill your destiny. Go find your younger self. I know you can sense him. Find him, merge with him, and drag him into darkness."

Irvine with a big evil grin on his face, like he's remembered of an evil inside him: "Yes i shall."

*Irvine stands up, and uses a form of a force throw, that the Elder Irvine has developed during his 'hide-a-way' from history, To make him levetate from the ground a few inches. Then in a burst of force energy, he explodes from the city and quickly homing in on the Younger version of himself...*

10-25-2002, 02:16 PM
[Ummm....I've been gone a few days....I can see some kind of treaties going on....can anyone sum it up in one short paragraph?]

*Deac looks round-dazed at his surroundings*

10-25-2002, 02:34 PM
((Cracken wants peace with New Republic, currently Neogotiating, Imperial council not to happy. Rwos left for his dimension, Odin is on Asgard.))

10-25-2002, 04:51 PM
*In the Mean time, the Young Irvine arrives at his shuttle and prepares for Koiet's arrival...*

Irvine: "Hmm, lets see... Fourteen Hundred Republicain Credits, and about Seven Hundren Imperial credits. To any Hutt here that money's useless, I'm glad this guy does Weapon runs..." *sigh* 'I just can't help but to block this sense of dread im feeling, it's like its growing somehow...'

*Koiet arrives on his Shuttle*

10-25-2002, 09:46 PM
*Kioet walks down the loading ramp*

Kioet to Irvine: "Greetings, come on in and take a look at the merchandise!"

*Kioet grins widely*

10-25-2002, 09:51 PM
Raven to Farran: "Yes, good idea, even though I mostly agree with Cracern, but to make sure our positions in this council are not threatened, we should 'tread carefully'. Although, having him as a military leader would prove useful due to his Naval and Military Accomplishments in the Galatic Civil war... Hmm, to come to think of it, how deep does our records show of Cracken?"

10-25-2002, 10:06 PM
Name: Domingo "jokemaster" Chavo
Force: is force-sensitive but doesn't know it.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Weapons: 2 blasters and a knife.
Bio: Ship was stolen when on a job, currently tracking it down.


*enters cantina*

"I'm looking for my ship, its big, its green and it belongs to me."

10-27-2002, 03:37 AM
*a man walks up to Chavo* "Big, green, and belongs to you? I'm afraid you're going to hafta be more specific than that, my friend."

*looks Chavo over* "Hey, have you been around these parts before? You look familiar."


*Starr enters the Correllian Tap Caf as Hal and Alys leave. He walks up to the bartender*

Starr: That couple who just left? Who paid the bill?

Bartender: *suspiciously* Why do you ask?

Starr: I'm with the police. *Starr holds out an empty hand and mimics holding a card. He uses the Force to cause the bartender to see appropriate ID* I need to know the name of the man.

Bartender: Eh...the man paid. His name is down as, uh...Halren Flax. Hey, he's a military Captain. What'd he do?

Starr: Nothing. It's unrelated.

Bartender: *looking closely at Starr* Hey, have I seen your face somewhere...

Starr: *changes the appearance of his face subtley through Force illusion* I don't know, what makes you say that?

Bartender: *looking puzzled* I...uh...never mind. It's been a long day.

Starr: Thanks for your assistance, sir. *Starr mimics putting his card away* You've been a great help.

*Starr walks out of the tap caf. Halren Flax. Halren Flax. Related to that Space Marshall/Jedi that he'd tricked with the illusion of a Sith warrior back when he was keeping up a ruse with Deac and his party before the trap of the Crimson Star? Interesting.

Starr heads to a private spot to make contact with Cracken*

10-27-2002, 08:21 AM
hey redwing, i think the Elder Irvine's presence should be able to be felt through the force. but im not goning to do anything mroe til r15 gets back with the younger version

10-27-2002, 09:54 AM
((i already posted look above for detailes :rolleyes: and you people wonder why i don't rp that much :rolleyes: ))

10-27-2002, 09:59 AM
sry r15, i even pmed about u not posting :p

Irvine: "Nice. Those blasters are quite high grade aren't they. Hmm," *picks up blaster* "Nice and lightwieght, and this model seems to be better then mine. how accurate is this one?" *Turns around to look down scope. and stops to see a figure standing about a hundred fet from the ramp...* "What the!?"

Elder Irvine: "Its time..."

10-27-2002, 11:16 AM
"its bigger than an X-wing, smaller than an assault transport, custom made, 4 photon torpedo launchers that hold 2 each, 4 lasers, has a big rebel sign on both sides because of all the jobs ive done for them, and yes we have met, not under circumstances i'd think you'd remember"

10-27-2002, 03:13 PM
http://www.naoneo.com/uploads/galacticmapfinal.jpg you just drop

10-27-2002, 03:39 PM
nice post there battledog ^_^

10-27-2002, 04:21 PM
*Deac leaves the cantina for the negotiations, believing he may prove useful, or just to know how it will affect the mid rim coalition, with worlds such as Atredis*

I sense something is amiss... something new and... dangerous

*Deac enters*

Sorry I'm late, subspace-sink hole. I'm representing the mid-rim coalition here. Our interests are in what new opportunities will be presented.

*A figure stirs in the shadows*

????: Yes, Starkiller...soon I will give you an opportunity to death...

10-27-2002, 04:33 PM
((sorry, was in a bit of a bad mood this morning...*blames it on the clocks being changed*))

Kioet to Irvine: "What's the matter with you?! Don't you trust me? Why'd you have to go through the trouble to bring dad with you!"

*looks suspiciously at 'dad'*

Kioet to 'dad: "Your son is perfectly capable of buying these guns on his own, I'd be very embarrassed if he brought you along to make sure he doesn't get ripped off!"

10-27-2002, 04:48 PM
*It was early morning on Asgard when the council meet at Gladsheim. The twelve ruling Aesir sat in their respective seats waiting for Odin to start the session. Odin entered and took his seat at the head of the council.*

Odin: Good morning. I've called the council to discuss a couple of matters. First the Imperial leader Cracken wants peace with the New Republic.

Vidar: His peace proposal will lead to civil war amoung the remaining Imperials. Most of his people are not ready for peace. They still think they can recapture their former glory.

Frey: Vidar is right, this most likely will lead to war, but is that a concern to us?

Heimdall: It won't effect us, but we should watch this very closely. The balance of power will most likely shift in their territories again.

Odin: Heimdall is right. We will watch them closely but nothing more for the time being. Now for the next issue, our recent introduction to the rest of the galaxy.

Freya((Yes this is a different person)): This was unfortunate but there was little we could do.

Odin: I know, but what should we do know.

Vali: Cracken is offering a way for us to slowly fade away. His peace offer will draw attention and then the likely civil war will make most people forget about us. While we watch them we need to keep a ear open for any mention of us.

Frigg: Indeed, the galaxy may only know what our ships look like, but they do not know our true power.

Vidar: And since those ships will soon be cloaked it would be as if we never existed.

Frey: Luckily the scientist prefected cloaking. It is believed that we could cloak a world in a few years time.

Balder: Those people are quick to forget. We will be a distant memory in a few days.

Hermond: While I'm sure some may question who we are, the current events will consume them for a long time. Even if it didn't we would know long before they could find us. It would be best to keep doing what we have been.

*the council nods agreement*

Odin: Speaking of which, any news to report from our watchers?

Indun: A report came in during the feast, I'll give highlights. sith apprentice Starr is searching for Cracken's daughter who is in the company of a Captain Halren Flax. Cracken and a Space Marshall Flax are meeting to discuss the peace treaty. We are getting reports that two Irvi Crackens exists. It is currently being investigated. The Imperial Council is very unhappy with Cracken, they will probably revolt against Cracken. The gargoyle Rwos has left this dimension.

Odin: Thankyou, I'll read the full report later. You have all been very helpful. I've come to my decisions. I want the peace process between the Imperials and the Republic to be watched very closely, and keep an eye out for any mention of us. Hermond if you could tell the appropiate areas.

Hermond: It will be done my lord.

Odin: Thankyou, then we are finished here.

*Odin and the other council members stand and begin to leave*

Indun to Jord: You didn't say anything today. Anything wrong?

Jord: No, I just didn't have anything to add. Odin made the right decisions

*Odin and Tyr walk out talkig*

Tyr: Father any thought about seeding the galaxy?

Odin: Not yet Tyr. We don't have a large enough supply. When the time is right we will do it.

Tyr: Until then we will continue to prepare and stockpile.

Odin: Good, very good.

*they walk off*

10-27-2002, 06:46 PM
Irvine: "I'll tell you this, thats not my father, I havent met him, but this guy isn't. It's... like... he's..."

*Irvine drops the unloaded gun, and pulls host his twin Blasters and starts firing upon his double.*

Elder Irvine: "Not a chance..."

*All shots that were fired were repelled around the older Irvine by an unseen field of energy. but it didnt last for very long til all the weapony in the shuttle encluding the younger Irvine's blasters were thrown behind the older Irvine.*

Irvine near trebbling: "What the..."

10-27-2002, 10:10 PM
(("http://www.naoneo.com/uploads/galacticmapfinal.jpg you just drop", Battledog? :D

btw you or Cracken gonna say what happens to Alys/Hal? :D

@Deac: Do you want to insert a small time-gap for the events of A Whole Big Mess-Bookshops and Hangars on Coruscant-(formerly known as "new rpg") (http://www.lucasforums.com/showthread.php?s=&postid=879955#post879955)? It doesn't have to affect the rest of the RPG, just have Deac gain the knowledge of what happened in that RPG - like what Rwos' organization is called, and what the Shadows are, and recognize Marin if she reappears.

That could be the real reason Deac's late, and "subspace sinkhole" is just an excuse. :D ;)))

10-28-2002, 08:44 AM
red, that cosmic space sinhole thing u just posted, is a very lame excuse :P

deac was celebrating and got piss drunk, there settled.

10-28-2002, 11:21 AM
((Ummmm. "Subspace sinkhole" was Deac's excuse. Try reading the previous posts of the RPG for once. :p))

10-28-2002, 02:21 PM
[Not particularly Rwos, the subspace sinkhole was just an excuse I used to explain the fact I was on holiday]

*Deac sits at the table...meanwhile, unbeknownst to the people, a man holds a trigger in his hand*

???: Now to fufil my destiny, and my father's legacy. Enjoy the fusion, Starkiller.


10-28-2002, 05:40 PM
((OSS: I can't see the dammed map!))

Flax: *Flax finally breaks his silance.* The Chief of State is, shall we say reluctant to grant you such a sizable domain. However, I may have a solution....

((OSS: When exactly are we here, there's a sizable gap between the Bantom Series and the NJO. I need to know to fill out the idea in detail.))

10-28-2002, 07:47 PM
((OOS: "Rwos"? lol :D

Deac - Should we pretend "new rpg" already happened? Or just ignore it?

@Battledog: I'll attach the map for you.

Cracken is asking for control of the Imperial Loyalist section. The Imperial Separatist section is not under Cracken's direct control, rather the Imperial Council. Cracken is not asking for that section. According to Cracken, the Loyalist planets have actively asked for Imperial protection.

Timeline wise I think we are either a few years before NJO and ignoring it, or after NJO. This is an alternate universe, after all))

10-28-2002, 08:08 PM
Kioet: "What the!? Is this yourself when you're older??!?! BUT HOW COULD THAT BE!!!"

*images of the saber chest form in Kioet's mind*


10-28-2002, 11:08 PM
Elder Irvine: "Im not here for the chest. I want him." *points to his youger self*

Younge Irvine: "Hmph!" *Runs off the ramp. but stops to at least 30ft of his older self* "What do you want of me?!"

E Irvine: "I want to give you power beyond your natural limits. My mastered abilities and full achived force poetical, and your sleeping powers and poetical, combined."

*The Elder Irvine extends his hand.*

E Irvine: "Take my hand. Embrace the power that we posecess."

*Natualy the younger Irvine resists.*


E Irvine: "Don't make it hard on yourself, either way you will understand."

10-28-2002, 11:15 PM
Kioet to both Irvines: "My ship is no place to be holding a fight, so if you're not going to buy anything, the least you can do is hand over that chest and get the hell out of here."

*Kioet looks at both of them, suspiciously*

"What's it going to be?"

10-28-2002, 11:21 PM
E Irvine to Kioet: "Helpless pee-on..." *Force throws Kioet*

Y Irvine: "You didnt need to do that."

E Irvine: "Well if your not going to take my hand I'll make you." *Force runs up to his Younger self. but stops a few inches infront of him...* "Whats your choice?"

Y Irvine: "Fine then."

*the young Irvine brings his hand forwards as the Elder one brings out his hand, and they touch, suddenly creating a great burst of engery and light, and they merge...*

10-28-2002, 11:32 PM
*Starr's head snaps up as he senses an extremely strange surge of energy through the Force. He drops the holoprojector he was setting up and concentrates on the source...*

10-28-2002, 11:38 PM
*Kioet wakes up...dazed*

Kioet: "What's going on?"

*Kioet is laying on the floor of the cargo bay, he sees a great light, coming from outside the ship, and quickly covers his face*


*Kioet crawls slowly towards the cockpit, notices some credits laying on the floor next to him and picks them up*

Kioet: "How thoughtful..."

*Kioet gets in the cockpit, and presses a button, which closes and locks the door behind him, then gets up on his pilot seat, and presses a button on the console, which turns the holocam on, and Kioet can see what's going on outside, and observes what is taking place before his very eyes*

Cmdr. Cracken
10-29-2002, 12:12 PM
*Alys and Hal walked down the avenue, headed toward the bar, when Alys suddenly stopped. She looked up,and at the Star that was Coruscants.... a familiar energy radiated out from that planet...... what the hell....?

On the Titan, Cracken twitched, felt an imense surge through the Force.. Irvine? did he.... no, not possible, he haden't been trained yet... but how, it was his son........*

10-29-2002, 02:12 PM
*The entrance to the building is in flames, and the figure moves in, igniting a two-pronged lightsaber:

I I <---Where these are the energy blades

????: I'll just have to do this dirty....

10-29-2002, 03:44 PM
@cracken: its happening on tatoonie.
@R15: its happening OUTSIDE kioet's ship
@all: When thinking of good devious diolge, listen to FFVII's 'One Winged Angel' :D

*The bright light fades as a single form can be seenon one knee with his face pointed down to the ground. with White hair to the length of approx 3ft, and new clothes, the power emenating from this version of Irvine Cracken could even be felt on Gladsheim...*

*The new version stands up. As a sudden wave of energy loss occurs...*

Merged Irvine talking to his self: "ugh! Seems like the amount of power that the younger one wasn't realesed yet. It will grow in time while the power of the Elder one is exsersiced, like teaching its former self how to be, it seems... Very well then, i guess ill just conseal myself for the time being..."

*The newly formed version of Irvine enables himself to have a lesser eminating force power, 'for the time being.' As irvine's shuttle warms up and Irvine force jumps onto the open cargo ramp, and takes off...*

just to make it seem less god mode like, i made it so that his full power cant be achived yet but will eventually as the power of the elder's is used. And currently he's not completey undetectable, just harder to find after his power loss

10-29-2002, 04:41 PM
*Kioet shuts off the monitor, presses a button that lowers the ramp, and exits the ****pit to go collect his weapons*

Kioet to self: "Oh, good. Doesn't look like any of them have been damaged...I would have liked to sell some of them, but that thing had to come and mess up a perfectly safe deal. I suppose I should head back to the cantina and see if I can get myself something to eat, maybe find out what's going on..I'm pretty sure there were some Jedi back there that might pay for what I just witnessed, luckily I've recorded it all."

*Kioet heads back into his ship, and takes off towards mos eisely*

10-29-2002, 05:07 PM
((Scar, and eveyone else. In case it wasn't clear Gladsheim a building for the Aesirian Council to meet. Not a planet ect (it is on Asgard). @Scar: Since you don't know where Gladsheim is located it would have been safer to say the released power could be felt across the galaxy.))

*The Aesir felt the power emiting from Irvine then continued about their business. Odin was doing some minor but necessary work of statehood. Vidar just enter.*

Vidar: You felt that?

Odin: Of course.

Vidar: Those two Irvine seemed to have become one.

Odin: We will get a confirmation with the next report, but if that did happen it doesn't concern us to much.

10-29-2002, 05:46 PM
((OSS: Thanks Redwing, ok so I figure during NJO, otherwise all my charictors are screwed up. I use the same charictors in anothe set of RPGs)

Flax.... I must insist you seed Ithor, Talasea and, when they are recaptured, Aguma (Agamar) and Dathomir. Ithor is a staunchly a Republic world. Talasea is the stepping stone to Pyria (Borelaus), which is of course the gate to Corescant. When Aguma is recaptured, along with Dathomir they must be turned over to us. Understand Aguma is my home world, this point I will not change.

In other respects this treaty is aceptable, however, the military Council and the Chief are responsible for the final desicion.

10-29-2002, 06:33 PM
((Battledog, it is my understanding that while event are happening about the time of NJO, the events in NJO never happened))

10-29-2002, 06:38 PM
*fells something powerful in the force*
"theres a strange feeling again. I guess ill work for the impirials for a while now that i don't have a ship, maybe i can get one without rebel markings."
*heads tward imp building*

Cmdr. Cracken
10-29-2002, 07:07 PM
*Cracken smiled, and warmly shook Flaxs' hand. Flax looked startled for a bit. Odd to see a Sith Lord be so polite........ almost unverving. Yet, Cracken was sincere.*

Very well. *He took the Holopad, and redrew the outlining territories and worlds*

I'll have my Moffs of those sectors move out immediatly. *He nodded to one of the Royal Guards to do this. the Guard nodded, and started to speak into a comlink*

I look forward to the Senate and the Chief of State approving this.

((OOS: EVeryone should probably look over this version, as it will most likely be the final. Blue is Republic Worlds, Red is Imperial, Neon Green is Neutral, Orange is the Seperatist Territory, whom have threatened to seperate from the EMpire, and the Grey oulines the Loyalists, who have asked for Imperial Protection and have loyalty to the Palpatine line)).

10-29-2002, 07:23 PM
*arrives at imp building.*
"nobody on the front desk, i guess ill just have to help myself."
*pushes doors open*

(OOC:can some sith/jedi discover my force-sensitivity?

10-29-2002, 08:41 PM
((OOS: Scar: Young Irvine should be the one in control, otherwise there was no point to merging them, remember? ^.^

The events of NJO could not have happened anyway, because Ithor is apparently still intact.

Jokemaster: There aren't any Rebels anymore, just so you know - this is set 20+ years after Return of the Jedi. btw, you're so close to Irvine that anyone Force-sensitive in the area would mistake your power for part of his - unless you ran into Irvine himself))

*The man from the bar peers around the corner at Chavo, stalking him*

I recognize that guy's face. He's got a Remnant bounty on his head. What's he doing nosing around at an Imperial spot like this? ...and I know I know his name, I just can't place where I know him from.

*Inside the Imperial building, two stormtroopers in dust-colored armor turn and point their blasters at the intruder. Behind them, an officer rises* I don't think you're authorized to be in here. Identify yourself, please.


*In the Imperial council meeting room, one of several holocams starts broadcasting the meeting between Cracken and Flax directly to the main viewscreen overlooking the long table where the members were seated. Outrage is being expressed on the part of many*

Jun Tarl: *stands up and yells in outrage* Lord Cracken has betrayed us! I will watch this no longer. I move for a vote of no confidence in Lord Cracken as Head of the Council!

Haksh Galen: Councilman Tarl, you must realize Lord Cracken will not stand for being replaced...

Beron Ghenn: *stands up as well* Then I move for a vote to split ourself from Cracken's pathetic Loyalist group! We are the true Empire, and we will make no deals with an imposter government!

*another councilman* He is a Lord of the Sith! What chance do we have to oppose him?

Ghenn: He is WEAK! What Lord of the Sith makes deals and cedes control of the majority of the galaxy to a rebel government?

Tarl: He would relinquish all our hard-fought gainings on a whim! What kind of leader is that, may I ask?

*Farran Darkholme remains silent, observing. Waiting to make his move, if it was necessary...*

((OOS: Anyone else, feel free to play any Imperial Council members you want [except preexisting characters belonging to others of course]))

10-29-2002, 08:47 PM
"sure" *procures fake ID listing him as a security inspector doing a suprise inspection*

(OOS: i know the rebel alliance is the new republic now but that doesn't mean i didn't work for them while they were the rebel alliance and i meant at some point in the RPG)

10-29-2002, 09:21 PM
((OOS: Jokemaster: Can you describe the fake ID?

And okay, just making sure ;)))

10-29-2002, 09:41 PM
*Doors bursts open as Ivan Cracern walks in to the Council Chamber. he walks up to the table where the Imperial councilman meet.*

Ivan: "Sorry im Late..."

Ravan: "Better late then never..."

*A few Councilman chuckle here and there. the Ivan pounds his hand on the table.*

Iran in a serious tone: "This actions of the Lord has gone too far." *Taking a glance at one of the main holocoms. then points at the image...* "My fellow councilman! Do you see this? When the rest of the Empire sees this they will think that our leader is weak and not as forecomming, especally as nearly finishing a war with the New Republic which would have re-assured the Empires Firm grip in this galaxy!"

Ravan: "Regaurdless of how much i fully give out my support to you Ivan, but you must know that plenty of people are tired of war. The support of a defection may not be possible, unless we find some way of reenforcing that support amoung the Navy and Military..."

Councilman Marcus Spartain: "I concor on that, perhaps if we find a new 'compedent' leader?"

Ravan: "Of course, but that goes back to the point that Councilman Galen stated about Cracken wouldn't never woudl allow to be replaced..."

Ivan: "The reason for my lateness is because I've just recived reports from our spies whom sense Jedi activity throughout that galaxy, and they stated that a close relitive of the Lord of the Sith has shown himself as a possible 'super-power' in the force, Something that hasn't been felt in the longest time, and nearly possitively more power then the Lord himself. Currently we are having a search on any files on this 'relitive'. Any questions on that motive?"


*Irvine guns his shuttle into obit and breaks off into hyperspace immetately.*

Irvine: 'First things first, I must control all of my powers. a little more is not going to cut it...'

*Irvine starts meditating...*

10-29-2002, 10:08 PM
*Kioet lands his ship in a docking bay, lowers the ramp, then moments later flies out of the cargo bay on speeder bike, just as the ramp closes, Kioet presses a button on his remote, activating every single security defense on the ship.*

Kioet: "Time to make a real profit, this one is NOT getting screwed up."

*minutes later Kioet floors his speeder bike through the streets of mos eisely and comes to a stop at the cantina*

Kioet: "That wasn't too bad, now to find someone that's a Jedi.."

*Kioet walks into the cantina, and up to the bar*

Kioet: "Bartender, I would like a nice warm cup of Caffa, and

*Bartender gets him a nice warm cup of Caffa*

Kioet: "Thank you so much."

*Kioet hands the bartender a few credits, then walks around, looking at everyone, trying to determine who would most likely be a Jedi. Kioet then gives up, and heads back to the bartender*

Kioet in low voice: "You wouldn't happen to have any Jedi in here, would you?"

10-30-2002, 10:39 AM
Barender: "Yeah sure, try him" *points to Deac* "He's a regular here... Oh darn, he's not here... sorry."

10-30-2002, 03:02 PM
[Ummmm....Deac's at the peace conference...please pay attention]

*Deac's path is blocked by the mysterious stranger*

????:Recognise me, Starkiller? No? Guess Syrnl never mentioned his second son... my mother was never able to see my face...but she did name me...Lokpihet Darkstar. Die!

*Lokpihet swings his two-pronged saber*


[The Imperial Council Chamber]

*Reletha Darkstar, daughter off Syrnl, strides in.*

Reletha: He may be a sith lord, but I am a sith lady...and I call for a vote of leadership for this council! Who will stand behind the heir of Lord Syrnl against the Traitor Cracken?

10-30-2002, 05:07 PM
((OSS: Cracken, you can have Adumar, I didn't metio it. You spelt Aguma "Agamar"))

Flax: I'm sure this treaty will be rattified.

*18 hours later.*

News-Caster: In a surprise move the New Republic Goverment has made peace with the Imperial Remmenant. It has now emerged that talks were conducted in secret throughout last night. The Treaty marks the official end of the 25 year long Civil War and signals an inidiate cease-fire in the current confict....

((I hope no-one minds this, I think this needed to be moved along, or Cracken and I might be sat at a table all through the thread.))

Cmdr. Cracken
10-30-2002, 06:02 PM
*Cracken is sitting in the command chair of the Super Star Destroyer Titan, at his side, Grand Admiral Tojo. Coruscant was in the view port, glowing with an incandecent glow.*

So, it has begun. *Cracken looked at Tojo* How many left?

Tojo: 1/3 of the fleet. They felt that this was an outrage to your father. half the Army has either jumped ship, or deserted.

Pity. Well, when the Councel does break away, if they do not declare war outright, i want to send a delegation. Most likely it will be a suicide mision, but i'd rather try to solve this diplomatically. Position the fleet in a defensive formation around all the outlying planets which will be closest to the Seperatist planets. i want to take no chances.

Tojo: Sir.

*tojo walked away giving orders through to the fleet. Cracken wlaked off the bridge and into his private sanctum. he keyed the comlink to Starr*
Well, Starr, have you found her?

10-30-2002, 06:17 PM
*Irvine traveling in his shuttle, still in hyperspace, and is about to arrive at the Imperial Council HQ in a few hours. He senses a presence at the Council HQ, which the has departed for now til more events of the peace treaty will be told...*

Irvine to Reletha: Well, well, I'd never expect anyone in that niehborhood with your type of sanificant skills such as our own. My name is Irvine Cracken, son of the lord of the sith, don't get me wrong, personally I hate the f***er, and I am hier to the throne... May i ask of your name perhaps?

10-30-2002, 11:03 PM
((OOS: Battledog, we can't really jump 18 hours ahead into the future while Deac's fighting.))


*Security forces rush to investigate the disturbance created by Lokiphet*


[Imperial Council Chamber]

*The Council chamber is thrown into an uproar by Reletha's dramatic entrance*

Jun Tarl: I second the motion to vote! Cracken has betrayed us!

Tres Kierniena: I nominate Ivan Cracern for the leadership of this council, in Cracken's place!

Beron Ghenn: What? We want the leadership of an outdated general who wastes time investigating "power in the Force?"

Fennon Ternisun: Hear hear! Cracern is not a Jedi nor Sith! What does he have to offer us that will replace Lord Cracken's power?

Chairman: Order! Will anyone second the nomination of Ivan Cracern for head of the Supreme Imperial Council?

*Farran makes his move. He rises* I would like to move for a different nomination. I nominate...Reletha Darkstar for head of the Imperial Council, in Cracken's place!

Ternisun: I second the motion.

Chairman: Motion moved and seconded. Will anyone second the nomination of Ivan Cracern?


*Starr's head snaps down as his comlink buzzes*

Starr: Master...I'm sorry, I sensed something extraordinarily strange in the Force. I don't understand it. I've never felt anything like it before... I did find the girl. She is in the company of a Halren Flax, son of Space Marshal Talkin Flax...of course you remember him?

Cmdr. Cracken
10-30-2002, 11:57 PM
*Cracken muses.... Flax's son, intriguing, this will make his mission a bit more interesting*

Well, in the intrest of continued peace, do not harm the son of Flax in taking Alys. Bewarned, she is not to be underestimated.
I'll let you know more of what might be the cause of the Force Surge upon your return.

Meanwhile, Alys and Hal continue the walk donw the avenue, Hal slightly reconsidering his idea of taking this gal out to get REALLY drunk. that whole staring into space thing was creepy.

Alys, no the other hand, had noticed she had quite a following on Corellia...

10-31-2002, 08:22 AM
*gaurd accepts fake ID*

10-31-2002, 11:15 AM
Kioet to Bartender: "Ok, thanks anyways. I'll just sit down at a table, and wait for a Jedi to waltz in, when he orders something, tell him I have something that may be of interest to him."

*Kioet walks away from the bar, and sits at a table in a corner of the cantina*

10-31-2002, 02:04 PM
*Deac is hard pressed to keep up with Lokpihet. Whenever Deac strikes, even with two blades, Lokpihet's twin blades act as one massive one, leaving Deac constantly on the defensive until...

Lokpihet smashes through Deac's defenses and right through his left arm. He stands above the fallen cyborg*

Lokpihet: "More machine than man". Pathetic, Starkiller. You may have destroyed my true father...but this will destroy you...remember me...uncle...

*Lokpihet vanishes into the alleys*


*Reletha sits, smugly as her support is shown throught the council*

10-31-2002, 05:48 PM
@jokemaster: Sry to mess up your posts, by why in the hell would ANY imperial meetings of any sort be recorded? or be watches via video?

@deac: Irvine tried to talk to relethaa while ago... :rolleyes:

Ravan: "I have to side with Ivan, i motion my vote for him."

Ivan quickly stepping in: "However the presence of Reletha here in these chambers is prohibited, and her begin acknowledged as a possible candidage for surprime council shall be only granted to an current council member. Guards take her out of here... She should have never have been here. And as for my possibility for becoming Surprime Council, I have to side with both, No, my term in this council is about to end regaurdless if I will be granted a new term of being held here as a council member as surprime council, however Yes, i have valuable information regaurding our 'Sith Lord' that has been kept secret to all but 4 people, The Sith Lord, his apprentice, myself, and someone who pretains to this secret."

*guards take reletha clamy out of the chamers*

Which could well be played out in our favor if im elected to a term as Surprime Council. May I remind you that this has been the first time since it has been declared as top serect information has been mentioned. I'll let your all decide if or if not I shall release my information to you all, depending on what ever or not im elected."

Marcus: "okay, Lets hear it!! I third the motion for Ivan for surprime council!"

*Ivan smirks for his allies in the council voting for him...*

10-31-2002, 07:19 PM
Originally posted by Scarface2k2
[color=red][i]@jokemaster: Sry to mess up your posts, by why in the hell would ANY imperial meetings of any sort be recorded? or be watches via video

OOS:easy to be able to blackmail in case they want to cower out, also in case someone murders a member.

10-31-2002, 11:00 PM
@jokemaster: true, but still no meeting of any sort of that importence can and would be recorded unless it had any public needing to be shown. sence it is not, there wouldnt be any cameras period. and could you please edit your post so it appears as an OSS? (not to sound like a jerk or anything....)

10-31-2002, 11:19 PM
((I've been reading the cantina's starting from 1, so i can at least know what the hell is going on :D ))

11-01-2002, 03:00 PM
*Reletha is furious*

I'll get you, Cracern!

*Force pushes Ivan's guards off her*

My father, Lord Syrnl Darkstar, was a member of this council. After his death (according to Imperial Records he was killed by Deac) , I, his eldest child, thereby take his seat. If you have a problem with that, General Cracern...then I will show you the power it would take to rule the empire....

*Ignites double-bladed lightsaber*

The power of a Sith Lady. All true followers of Emperor Palpatine, show your support for Lady Darkstar....

11-01-2002, 03:23 PM
((@jokemaster: Why would the feed extend to Tatooine? Maybe you just got access codes from there, or something?))

Beron Ghenn: Abuse of power! Cracern will not blackmail this council into electing him as Supreme Chancellor! I third the motion for the daughter of Council member Syrnl Darkstar for Head of the Council!

Jun Tarl: But she is not a current member of the council. Her father may have been, but how can she prove she is the eldest of his lineage?

Chairman: According to Imperial Council records, Syrnl Darkstar had two children, and no other information was provided to us about them. We only know that Reletha Darkstar was one of them.

*Farran speaks again* Lady Darkstar, in the absence of your brother or sister, how will you prove your claim to eldest?

*Farran smiles secretly*

((OOS: Deac, I assume Lokiphet's existence was kept secret, but he still has the DNA relation to Syrnl...))

11-01-2002, 03:37 PM
(OOS: you guys are right, too many plotholes, ive deleted my post

11-01-2002, 09:14 PM
Ivan to Ralatha: "Okay, but the only TRUE person whom shall be surprime counilman shoudl be the one whom has linage to the sith lord himself... His name is Irvine Samuel Cracken, our records show that he's 23 standard glactic years of age, approx 5'11", and has heir to the throne. So regaurdless whom you are a child of Darkstar, the child of Cracken has higher athority in the matter, and I did have herd reports that he is on his way here..."

*while at the same time Irvine's shuttle lands at the Council HQ and still giving out as much power as so he chooses...*

Ivan continueing: "And lets not forget that Cracken is the Son of Palatine, regaurdless of whom we are today opposing of. I repeact Cracken because i knew him for all to long, but when i create my moves agenst him, I do it honestly. And not for senceless power, unlike you whom stands here today craving it, about to kill me and anyone else in this room whom ever disagrees with you, Lady Reletha. Before you declare any power, you shall seek the heir first hand. Now get out of my face, you have no say in this meeting..."

jsut wiat deac, reletha will her her chance ^_~

11-01-2002, 09:38 PM
((OOS: There is no throne, Scar. Cracken had to seize power.))

Tarl: Are you suggesting we allow the son of Cracken to take up his father's soiled mantle? Outrage!

Farran: I must point out that the seat only passes upon death...and Lord Cracken, to my knowledge, is not dead. Thus Irvine does not have an automatic leadership position, even if he was here. My question to Lady Darkstar still stands.

11-02-2002, 12:53 PM
<a voice whom sorce cannot be located>: "Your question? Bah! Who cares about your question. And as for Cracken and only death shall have him be removed, I'll take care of that department... ha ha ha ha ha..."

*Ivan being not ever seated in his chair, now filled by Irvine*

L Irvine: "I'll take him off the throne. And as soon as my powers fully develop, no one in this universe can stop me, with or with out you all, considerit a favor. What do you think?" *looks up to another person perched up above, standing on a well supported light fixture, resebling a black haris Irvine...*

D Irvine: "Heh heh heh heh, Thats just about correct there. And with all these abilities we share, theres not even a single jedi whom can touch us. Even now."
*The second Irvine glances over at the door, to look at a third Irvine standing behind Reletha, and leaning up agenst the closed doors.*

O Irvine: "And especally when you think it was safe to go outside and leave your doors unlocked. HA!"

*The three Irvines jump and land on the table refusing together back into the single complete Irvine as before.*

M Irvine: "Lets make a deal. Do what I say and I'll give you all the power back where it should be, the Empire how it was before and during the Galatic civil war, plus your presious Council. Decline and you all die here now. No voting, just a clear yes or no. Don't worry about my father. I already have plans for him..."

[color=red][i]Just another ability that he's got (I thought of it quite a while ago, and just wanted to use it for once ^_^)

11-02-2002, 01:52 PM
*Farran smiles* And that, gentlemen and ladies, is what brings us to our next question: How to balance the power of a leader which is a Lord of the Sith?

*Farran snaps his fingers, and the doors fly open. Seven men in deep black suits stepped in the chamber, armed with long black rifles. Six of them sport white insignias on their chests, while the central figure wears a bright red symbol. Their faces were masked by green visors and spidery black breather masks, and black skull helmets. A tall figure in a scientist's gray coat stands behind them*

Farran: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Imperial Scientist Artemis Omicron?

*Omicron steps forward* Ladies and gentlemen of the Imperial Council, I present here the culmination of the efforts of the Vanguard Project. *motions to the black-suited figures* These are only a few of the Vanguard Elite warriors. They are equipped with the very latest weapons technology, also incorporating the new technology of LDT - limited dimensional teleportation - that was tested by dedicated Imperial scientists during the recent civil war between the Empire and the New Republic. Their development was begun before the Galactic Civil War, but was sadly halted by the efforts of the Jedi Knights.

The reason for this? My Vanguards are completely immune to the power of the Force.

11-02-2002, 02:54 PM
*Irvine disapears and reapears infont of the scientist with a lightsaber ignited at his neck.*

Irvine: "I only knocked them out... I am faster, stronger, and far more powerful then any jedi nor sith that has ever been completey documented, on the side of my old friend Ken'atra, which may I add where both born on the same planet, bot thats history. What ever you try to throw at me it won't even leave your fingers, gentlemen."

*Irvine grins at Omicron at the thought of decapitating Omicron.*

Irvine: "The experiment failed. And don't make me use my powers on anyone of you, cus that'll be your fatal mistake."

Ivan: "Well, look at you killer, and to think what would you mother think of you now?"

Irvine: "You of all people know that she's dead."

Ivan: "Very well then."

11-02-2002, 03:08 PM
((OOS: Scar, that's godmoding.

You can't just kill my characters, and you can't just say "the experiment failed and thus everything you say is nullified". You can't make yourself a god.

The most you could do is use your attack on my characters.

edit: And as I recall, there's also a rule against one post kills.))

11-02-2002, 05:22 PM
*Hal senses a dark presence in the shadows.*

((OSS: This is meant to be Starr.))

Hal: *Ignites saber.* Show yourself!


*Space Marshal Flax sat in his chair a metiing room deep within the Old Imperial Palace. Also Presant was the Supreme Fleet commander, Senator Ackbar, General Cracken, head of Intelligance, who had the unfortunate luck of sharing the name of the Sith Lord, the Head of the Army General Madine. Aslo presant were their deputies and aides.

((OSS: Alternate Universe, Madine didn't die.))

Flax: So Gentalmen, to buisness.

11-02-2002, 05:23 PM
okay fine, ill edit my post :rolleyes: but can i at least keep the decapitation? cus i dont like that guyFeel my rath! Feel my rath! ^_^

11-02-2002, 06:01 PM
((OOS: No. You can't knock them out either. They're new characters, and you CANNOT make a decision to create their strengths and weaknesses. That is godmode.

Speaking of which, cut the magic powers, please. You wouldn't get such powers from merging one powerful Force user with another weaker one. Doesn't add up.

Vanguards, btw, are armored and shielded. Top of the line, remember? How do you know they aren't invulnerable to sabers, or can use the Force themselves?))

*Starr takes out his saber but does not ignite it* So, a Jedi like your father. Calm yourself. I do not mean either of you harm.

*emerges from the shadows* I have come for you, Miss Alys'Shera.


*as Irvine places his saber to Omicron's throat, the Vanguards train their weapons on him*

Omicron: If you kill me, they'll turn your body to ashes on the floor...

Chairman: Order! Order!

11-02-2002, 08:05 PM
Irvine removing saber: "Very well then, I haven't come with the thought of harming anyones soul. However my offer on this republic still stands, let me lead you all, and maybe with Miss, um yes, Reletha's help, we will crush my fathers regeme, regaurdless of how much navial support we currently have. My powers are only but growing still with every move, thought, and espescally any actions that are force dependant, helps it that much more. I'm not sure how that ability that I have presented for my enterence had been created, but I assure you I at least know I have more, and I'm a fast learner... And I already know of most of your all capabilities, its nice to have a relitive on the council..." *glances at Ivan, but only a few notice.* "I bid you all good day..."

Cmdr. Cracken
11-02-2002, 10:17 PM
*Alys, hearing the new "Jedi's" want, became afraid. thoughts of her mother floated to her head. She drew her blasters at inhuman speed. Starr took notice. perhaps his master was right not to underestimate... who ever she was.*

Why do you want me? Tell me and i might not blast you to pieces.
*Sithspit, he was a JEDI. Even Jengo Fett and his son Boba couldn't beat a Jedi. what could SHE do? One word crossed her mind..... run.

And she did. she took off at blinding speed, shocking Hal and Starr. Nobody could run that fast, unless they were trained in the Force......*

((OOS: Note, Alys uses alot of her powers out of fear or need, not of concious thought. She can't control it, most of it's instinctual.))

11-03-2002, 05:50 AM
*Starr glances at Hal, and before the Jedi can react, Starr leaps up onto the rooftop level of the buildings above and races along, paralleling the street below, until he is running side by side Alys, except above her head.

She's using the Force...no question. But she's no Jedi... Starr extended his hand and created an illusion. His Force techniques were designed to alter people's perceptions from the outside in, not directly affecting the mind...hence this interesting girl, even if a Force adept as he suspected, would have hardly any chance of seeing through the vision. She wouldn't feel any interference in her mind, and thus not question the idea.

Alys sees a duracrete wall appear almost out of nowhere directly in her path*


*Farran narrows his eyes* Really? You came without a thought of harming anyone?

*motions to security droid, who plays back:* "Do what I say and I'll give you all the power back where it should be, the Empire how it was before and during the Galactic Civil War, plus your precious Council. Decline and you all die here now."

*Farran smiles* If Omicron's Vanguards hadn't come in at that precise moment, would I not be a corpse right now, Irvine Cracken?

*to the Vanguards* See to it that Irvine does not use us as guinea rats in his next 'learning experience'.

Red-Insigniaed Vanguard: *in a modulated voice through the slitted mask* Yes sir. *two Vanguards move to flank Irvine, the others keeping withing safe firing distance.

Farran glances at Ivan. He hadn't missed the undertones of Irvine's quick conversation with him. It was only confirming what he already knew...suspected*

Farran: And now, to Lady Darkstar: Do you have an answer for my question?

11-03-2002, 09:31 AM
Irvine: "Why allow those who not agree your your own terms to be let go so easily? Im not just refering to myself, nor you and your presious Vanguard. Mostly on the terms of my father wanting to make peace with the republic while you all sit here and think of ways how to deal with it. So, on these terms why should i do the same?"

*Irvines eyes glow for a moment.*

Irvine: "I promise you, if i have to I'd kill you all, but sence i haven't thus proves my point that if i where to have come to kill anyone, I'd would have done it as soon as I came..."

11-03-2002, 10:54 AM
*gaurds come in*

Lead Gaurd: Hey you there, you're the bounty hunter Chavo aren't you? You're under arrest, Were taking you to the council and see what they'll do with you

11-03-2002, 02:53 PM
*Hal waves his hand, the wall disapears, he runs after Aly.*

*Hal catches up to her, he explains in a rush.*

He's a Sith, his name is Starr. He'll try and use the force to trick you. I think we need to get you out of here!


*The meeting was now in progress, with the prelims out of the way they could get down to the core issue.

Ackbar: Even now, with this treaty the Empire cannot be trusted. We must fortify our borders against attack.

Cracken: Our agents and listening posts confirm what the Sith lord says. The Empire is essentially split in two, with the Emperor's Remenant currently pursuing only peace with us. The other faction, the Seperatists is essentially composed of the hardcore Warlords and stuboon, burroctrats.

Madine: The same Empire we've been fighting for 30 years!

Flax: Yes, but they have now regained a large portion of their holdings.

Ackbar: Yes, they are now capable of mounting a meening full offensive.

Madine: We need to strike at the Seperatists, now!

Flax: Agreed, however I suggest we concentrate on the divide between the Remenant and the Seperatists. Admiral?

Ackbar: Deploy the 3rd and 1st Fleets, prepare for an offensive. Attach the IndependanceII.

*slight gasp.*

Cracken: Sir, is that wise, If we were to lose her it would be a major blow to moral.

Ackbar: I will personally lead this Campaign. Space Marshal Flax, Shift more of the elite Squadrons onto the Independance.

Flax: I'll get to work on it write away.

11-03-2002, 04:59 PM
*Reletha looks at the chaos, and looks saddened*

Fools! Do you see what we have become? Power hungry buercrats, only seeking what is best for us...

Here we have two of the same men, with a traitor for a father...and a general who would be emperor...this is not the empire I served, or wish to lead. Anyone who agrees should speak up now.

Council Member Iktar: Objection, sister of Orthos!

*Reletha turns to Iktar*

Fool. Orthos is not my natural brother. My natural brother is currently fufilling my first directive should I be chosen to lead...

Deac Starkiller must die!*


*Lokpihet raises his blade over the left-handless Deac*

Farewell, Starkiller...

11-03-2002, 07:45 PM
Irvine: "Well you have my support on that Miss Reletha. Other then on the condition of Deac Starkiller, I could care less. Buerucrats, everyone of them, even these ones whom are holding their weapony upon me. I wouldn't doubt as soon as they're doen with me they'd do the same with you..."
Irvine to Reletha through force: Which nothing else couldn't be the best of times for us two, to combine forces?

Cmdr. Cracken
11-03-2002, 07:59 PM
A Sith!? What do the SIth want with ME!? Forget this.
*She ducked dowm a street, leaving Hal behind, and ran toward the Space port.

The Space port at this time was full of activity, ships leaving and arriving, dropping off various cargo's. Alys old Jedi Starfighter was preped and ready to go, like all mercenaries ships were. you never knew when you had to leave. like now.

She jumped in the cockpit, and ignored her R2 units high pitched warnings. She tried to start her engines, but they whined, and died.


And there was Starr, right infront of her fighter. SHe tried her lasers... nothing. Damned Sith disabled her fighter. she poped the cockpit, and stood up, hands raised..........*

11-03-2002, 08:26 PM
((OOS: Jokemaster, you're on Tatooine, not the planet where the Imperial Council is meeting...so the guards will be taking you offplanet. You better have an important-sounding backstory :D ;)

@BattleDog: lol @ using the actual Cmdr. Cracken))

*Chavo's stalker stares as the guards lead Chavo out of the building* They're taking him to the Imperial Council? Why? What's so important about him?

*The guards lead Chavo towards an Imperial shuttle with official markings. Chavo's stalker makes up his mind...he's going to follow them. He slips up behind the shuttle - conveniently, he was already dressed as a mechanic - and is furtively attaching a tracking device to the side of the shuttle when a hand lands on his shoulder*


*Starr lands in front of Hal, saber ignited* Impressive. Your father never had the prowess to see through one of my illusions. Fighting you would be an interesting task...at a later time, that is.

*Starr fades from Hal's sight. He was never actually there.

The actual Starr stood in front of Aly's disabled ship* You shouldn't be so frightened. I am not here to harm you. I'm here to take you to...someone who wants to see you.


Farran: I care only for the good of this Council. *smiles* The Vanguards shall only be used to keep the balance of power intact. The days of Vader are over, my friends. No Sith will again be able to engineer a power play based on the threat of the Force.

Unless, of course, they go through me.

Not only that, but those intolerable Jedi will soon fall once again if they dare stand in our way.


*Lokiphet is suddenly pulled backwards by a glow of light blue energy, and his slash misses Deac's body. Behind the Sith, Termand Rwos ignites his lightsword*

Rwos: Looks like I got here just in time. Hello Deac. *looks at Lokiphet* I don't believe we've met.

Cmdr. Cracken
11-03-2002, 08:37 PM
*Alys sighed in vexation. Screw it. Just go with it. She jumped out of the cockpit, and walked to the Sith*

Someone, eh? your master? The EMperor? I know of you, now that i think of it, the HoloNet showed you and your master recently as one of the Galaxies most wanted, but with the treaty, they took you two off. You guys even Had Skywalker spooked, which is hard to do.

*She stuck her hands out. Might as well go out on a limb and see what this Emperor wanted*

Take me to your leader. *She smirked*

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the Titan, Cracken was reading the latest reports from look out statins he had around his territory, and a few hidden in the Republic's. There fleet was moving, very agressivly, toward the Seperatists. he mused for a second, and Tojo walked in, and gave a military bow*

Tojo, have the com send Starr a message to his ship, that we're at the Bilbringi Shipyards. Have him bring our guest to the Titan.

We're going to Bibringi to oversee the final outfits of the Super Star Destroyer Vengence, is she staffed and fully operational?

Tojo: Yessir, but she lacs a captain.

*Cracken mused, and smiled*

We'll fix that. Enter hyperspace as soon as the com is sent.

Tojo: Sir.

*WIth tat, tojo spoke to a com link,and Starr's ship had new rendevoux co-ordinates. The mighty warship entered hyperspace, leaving the crown jewel of the Galaxy, Coruscant behind.*

11-03-2002, 08:43 PM
*Kioet's grasps the stalker by the shoulder*

Kioet: "Going somewhere, Nimalf?"

*Kioet throws Nimalf to the ground*

"The Cantina was boring me, when I get bored, I get angry, so tell me who it is you're stalking and why.*

*Kioet levels his E11 stormtrooper rifle at Nimalf's head*


11-03-2002, 09:07 PM
*Nimalf laughs nervously at the angry Trandoshan hovering above him* Hey hey calm down, you crazy bastard. What makes you think I'm stalking anyone? *Nimalf looks around hoping the Imperials didn't notice the little scuffle*


*Starr looks miffed* Yes, Lord Cracken wishes to see you. I would consider it an honor if I were you. *turns* Follow me.

11-03-2002, 09:17 PM
Kioet to Nimalf: "I know a stalker when I see one. You're movements were just far too obvious, that mechanic suit doesn't have any oil stains on it, and it doesn't even fit you properly."

*Kioet glances at the tracking device that Nimalf put on the ship*

Kioet: "At least you know how to conceal tracking devices, normally one wouldn't be able to see that, but being a trandoshan, I have good eyesight."

*Kioet helps Nimalf up off the ground*

Kioet: "So, are we going to follow him or what?"

11-03-2002, 09:34 PM
*Heimdall enters the Odin's office*

Heimdall: It has begun father. We have just recieved this report.

*Heimdall hands Odin the report. He reads it then gives it to Vidar who also reads it*

Odin: We knew this was going to happen. So they finally completed the Vanguard project. That should be interesting to watch.

Vidar: There were to Irvines and now they have combined, and looks like they want to challenge their father.

Heimdall: The New Republic is also launching the Independence II. It seems they may be a little spooked by this as well.

Odin: Monitor the situation. Rwos has a device to call us if our help is really needed. What about the Jotuns?

Heimdall: Normal ever once in a while they try to break free but are summarly destroyed.

Vidar: I wonder if the galaxy will ever know of what we do to keep their lands safe from that evil.

Odin: If we do our jobs right, they never will. At least not until Ragnarok.

Heimdall: Funny how they fight amoung themselves. So ignorant of the rest of the galaxy.

Odin: What do you say we find your mother and brother and get something to eat?

Vidar: Sure, I'm a little hungry anyways.

*Heimdall just nods. The three goes out to find Frigga and Tyr*

11-04-2002, 10:25 AM
((I finished reading all the Cantinas up to 7, meaning i read all of 6 last night...can someone explain what the postlude to holocaust thingie in rsrp is? is it like a 'what would have happened if everyone were to die' deal? and would i understand more of everyone's story in this Cantina by reading it?))

11-04-2002, 01:39 PM
((The holocaust spinoff, is what happens after the Aesir destroy most of the galaxy. You may get insight into the characters but certain things will be different. (these characters will have different experiences then one it the Holocaust thread ect.). Also that RPG is still in progress so you can join it if you want))

Cmdr. Cracken
11-04-2002, 03:40 PM
*Alys walked through the spaceport, following the Sith apprentice. odd that he didn't place her in binders. oh well, more comfort for her.

They came to a standered Imperial Lambda Class shuttle, with the ramp open. The Imperial Royal Guard were standing vigil, and let them by. They came aboard, and the hatch closed. The Royal Guard took seats, each across from eachother, and sat.

Alys peered over the console. She wanted to know where she was going. Starr opend up his messages, and he entered in some co-ordinates, and lifted the shuttle off the ground, and headed for space.

Bilbringi. What where they gonna do at Bilbringi? She thought, and remembered a small bit of info she over heard in a cantina on Corellia, that the Imperial Loyalists were finishing a Super Star Destroyer. WHy would they need a Super Star Destroyer? Peace was achived.... unless........ a tought occured, that the Imperials might fight against eachother. not bad, more buisness for her.

She went to the back, ploped down on a seat, and eventually layed down.

and slept.*

11-04-2002, 03:51 PM
*Reletha smiles*

The empire...should be a united thing...founded to be ruled by the Sith, who are truly worthy of power, and those who believe in their ideals...so on this day, let their be no leader to this council, but let the council follow the ideals of our fallen emperor...


Lokpihet: What?! The gargoyle...of course...damnable outer planar being...I'll be back...

*Lokpihet vanishes. Deac falls unconscious due to the pain of losing an arm*

11-04-2002, 05:33 PM
Gaurd: We need a list of your crimes.We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Chavo:The easy way
Gaurd: i thought so, Name?
Chavo: Domingo Chavo
Gaurd: Age?
Chavo: 34
Gaurd: when did you first work for the rebels?
Chavo: At age 10
Gaurd: Why?
Chavo: my parents had just died, i needed some money.
Gaurd: what did you do for them at first?
Chavo: Steal things: Money, food, ship parts.
Gaurd: When did this stop?
Chavo: When i was 15 years old.
Gaurd: what happened then?
Chavo: They gave me a ship and i became a bounty hunter.
Gaurd: What of your later crimes, Harrasing impirial ships, Attacking impirial bases, Murdering Impirial Officers.
Chavo: Is this a list or a court?
Gaurd: It could become a court.
Chavo: My ship had Rebel Markings, smugglers hired me to cause distractions, including harrasing ships
Gaurd: Attacking Bases?
Chavo: the rebellion hired me *shrugs* they were jobs
Gaurd: Murdering Impirial officers?
Chavo: jobs and self-defence
Gaurd: thats all for now.
*gaurd stuns chavo*

11-04-2002, 05:58 PM
@deac, when i post text in bold white, i mean to speak through the force (my last post was ment going to reletha, but he never spoke the words)
scar's rpg charater useage
oss= red italics
normal talk = double quotes
thoughts = single quotes italics
via force = white in bold

Irvine survying the galaxy to himself quietly: "Hmm, it seems like there is quite the bit of activity going around in the universe. Deac Starkiller, expresses a fair amount of pain befgor his power fades slighty, mostly possibly due to him begin kocked or or something. My father left couresant, and his apprentice takes off with a border-line force adapt girl... Hmm, how interesting..."

Irvine turning to council: "I never ment to really take control, i jsut want my father dead, thats all. You dont want peace with the Republic nor do you want my fathers administration to continue. Reletha, you want to have a voice in the council or any power that you can recieve. And Councilman Farran, you only want the Jedi rubbed out of exsistence usign your Vangaurd prodject. So it seems like dispite that we all have different objectives, we are all not noticing that we are on the same damned page! Allow me and Reletha here take command of the Vanguard and the Military and Naval powers of whats left of this Empire under the guidence of the Council, and we will get rid of both my father and the republic while rejoining the Empire once again!"

Marcus: "Heh Yeah! 'bout time someone said something useful for ending all this crap envovling the treaty! My cote goes to Ivrines Idea! Woo Rah!"

Ravan: "Same goes for here."

Ivan: "Well seeing is that I damned know that I'm the only one who'd Irvine would listen to here. heh heh, I'll vote too. that makes three."

Ravan: "What do you mean about you only being the one he listens to?"

Ivan smirking: "Whats a good uncle for anyway?"

Marcus: "Well that explains why'd only you and Crack would know of his exsistence, but as far as I knew Cracken didn't have a brother..."

Ivan: "Yes, thats true, but he did have a brother-in-law. And I respected him. Reguardless or not that I didn't approve of the marrage, but still, I knew one way or another it wouldn't work out. Now look what i have to deal with now..." *sigh*

Irvine: *sigh* "Yes it's true... "

Ivan interupting: "Oh nevermind, I really wasnt all that involoved anyway to point that out"

11-04-2002, 09:05 PM
*gaurd wakes Chavo up*
Gaurd: weve arrived.
Chavo: Can i get prepared at least?
Gaurd: you have 5 minutes
*chavo takes out a piece of old fashioned paper and pen. i which he writes:
Ive seen you following me, are you gonna help me or not? then he proceeds to get ready*
Gaurd: 5 minutes are up
*on the way out he drops and kicks the paper twoards the suspicious engineer*
*arrives at council building*
Gaurd: were waiting till the meeting is almost over

11-04-2002, 09:51 PM
((OOS: I finally finished reading all the cantina threads except for the spinoffs!!! i suggest anyone who joined in this one and hasn't read the previous starting from cantina 1 to go and read them, it's totally worth it!!! I now understand nearly everything that's been happening from Cantina 1 up to now.

Also, is the Imperial Council on Coruscant or somewhere else???))

11-04-2002, 09:55 PM
its somewheres else, r15. and read the holocaust, gosh darn it :P

11-04-2002, 10:08 PM
((YOU TRY READING CANTINA 1-8 ALL IN ONE DAY, IT'S TIME-CONSUMING!!!! :D I'll get around to reading holocaust starting tomorrow, it's pretty freakin big, and since it keeps growing, will i ever finish it? ;) ))

11-04-2002, 10:31 PM
((OOS: jokemaster, remember that ordinary criminals wouldn't be brought before the Council like this, so Chavo has to have done something pretty important [/redundant warning] ;)

Scar: Ivan knowing about the marriage while it existed doesn't coincide with Cracken's story. You need to change that...))

Farran: I have nothing particularly against the Jedi. I think only of the good of this Council, and preserving the delicate balance of powers. *smiles*

Tarl: *looking at Marcus with disgust* Distasteful as I find the idea, and transparent as Irvine Cracken's ploy to take the credit for the idea is, I must agree with Reletha and Irvine's proposition.

*several members murmur agreement*

Beron Ghenn: What do we do about Cracken then, eh?


*Nimalf waits for the guards to leave then picks up the paper. He reads it, then kicks over a large crate sitting next to him. Kioet tumbles out*

Nimalf: Where the hell do I know that guy from, anyway...


*Starr reads the transmission and masks his surprise. Cracken had a daughter? Cracken? Somehow he'd never imagined his master as a father...

Starr's shuttle docks with the SSD Titan*

11-04-2002, 10:46 PM
*Kioet gets up*

((OOS: Kioet: Maybe he gave you the finger in a coruscant traffic jam?))

Kioet: I've had a run-in with him before, he tried to steal some of my weapons, the idiot didn't know that I was the rebel's weapon supplier, I laughed so hard when I saw how fast he ran away. It seems as if he still hasn't learned how to avoid mistakes like that, by the looks of it, he probably stole something from a council member...important documents, perhaps?

Cmdr. Cracken
11-04-2002, 11:01 PM
((OOS: This is LONG and INVOLVED, but tells how Irvine and Alys came to be........))

*Starr motioned to Alys, who had just woke up, and was clumsily walking down the ramp. Weriy, she looked around, and suddenly had notion.*

We're.... in a Super Star Destroyer............

Starr: Yes, the Titan, the flagship, now please, your....Emperor is expecting you.

8Alys rolled her eyes, and followed Starr.

The halllways where long, many officers passed them have BOTH her and Starr military saluttes..... odd, was she dreaming that these officers where treating her like real military? true, she thought, she was the most beautiful thing to come offa Corellia, but man.......

They finally made it to a large set of doors, which slid open with a hiss, and Starr Walked in, and took a knee. ALys did the same. She heard about stories where people where brought before the EMperor and killed because of lack of disrespect. she would NOT do that.

A Dark cloaked figure stood at the viewport. The Emperor*

Cracken: Rise, Starr, leave us. you have other duties to attend to.
*Starr nodded, and walked out. A cold silence went on for what seemed like hours. Cracken finally turned, and took his frist look in 20 years on Alys'Shera.

his First Born.*

Cracken: I'm sure your wondering why i had my apprentice come and fetch you.

Alys: It crossed my mind.

Cracken: I coulnd't trust anyone else. with the split in the Empire, the Seperatists will try to exploit my every weakness.

*What? weakness, a Sith Lord has a Weakness?*
Cracken: Yes, i do. not as many as i once had, and only two of the councel knows what i'm about to tell you. and my apprentice of course.

*Cracken stoped..... how exactly to tell her that she's the daugter of the son of the most evil man in the galaxy? Skywalker had some problems, he heard from Lord Vader.*

Craclen: How's your mother?

*Alys was stunned. My MOTHER!? she thought. how'd he know her MOTHER!? what in the.....*
Alys: My mother is fine. The loss of my step-father was hard, but she came out the other end.....barely.

Cracken: i know..... I'm sorry to hear that. Did she ever tell you who your father was?

ALys: A jedi raped her around 24 years ago.

Cracken:That's a lie.

*With that, Alys, infuriated that the Sih Lord would say such a thing, ran and attempted to hit him in the face, but came across a force field*

Cracken: Your mother was a beautiful woman, most likely still is. I was on Corellia purging the last remnants of teh Jedi in the Sector, with Lord Vader. he left to kill Jedi on the Rim, and I stayed to relax. We ran into eachother at a bar, herself actually about to pass out. I took her home, and made sure she was safe, and slept on the couch. She did not apparently like the silk bedsheets, as she had vomited on them.
*he smiled* She was so worried that the Royal guard would come and get her when she found out i was Palpatines son. *he shook his head* Then father tired to get me to join the councel, but i refused, and he relented, and let me live my life. for the most part.
We got married a few years later, and then you where born, a year later, your brother was born. Then father came after me himself, with Vader. I had to leave. That was 20 years ago. I heard later that she was so dirstrought with grief that she gave Irvine up for adoption, but kept you. we could never figure out why.

Anyway, i channeled mostof my dispare and rage against my father, and when he died, i tried to...well, you know the rest.

*Cracken looked at Alys, and let the Field he had up through the Force. he could sense that she felt several emotions. Rage, confusion, sadness, and a glint of pride in her new found liniage. He came over and slowly put his hadn on her shoulder*

Cracken: By the power invested in me through the Throne of the Empire, since your brother has shown no intrest, therefore declineing, i now pronounce you as Hier to the Throne of the Empire.
*Alys glared at him*
*With tah final outburst, she began to sob. She didn't know why, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Cracken, in a moment of guts, held his daughter.

and she hugged him.*

11-04-2002, 11:25 PM
Irvine: "I'll take care of my father."

*Irvine keeping tabs on his father, suddenly snaps around infront of the council...*

Irvine: "He didn't..."
Irvine both verbaly and through Force to his Father: " Keeping tabs on me father!? You relise your being a fool for letting her be heir, You of all people know that she's far too old to begin training! I'm at least lucky to even to have flet it, she's got no power, her mind is far too old to accept such! I know you hear me Father, You only let my rage burn hotter every second and with that I grow stronger... I can prove that I will become more powerful that you. YOU HEAR ME!"

Ivan, Ravan, and a few more council members: "What was that all about!"

Irvine: "Father just named the new heir to the throne, a sister i never knew i had. How interesting. she's hardly scensitive, I admit I wasn't too much more powerful then she is now, But from what I learned abut myself after the merge, my powers where only but sleeping." *in a cursing fassion* "I shall kill thee Father."

*Irvine grips his fists tight while sparks of force emit from them showing all to see his hatered.*

11-05-2002, 12:04 AM
Nimalf: I guess, if he's done somethin bad enough to rate being brought to the Council like this. I know him from somewhere else though. I know it. Some other job, maybe?

*mulls it over for a second* Hey, so we follow him or not?

11-05-2002, 12:10 AM
Kioet: We must follow him.

Kioet silently to himself: And perhaps this info on Irvine will prove more useful to where we're headed...

11-05-2002, 01:16 AM
*Nimalf pulls on stormtrooper garb* What are you gonna wear? I don't think yer face is gonna fit in one of these tubs. *hefts a stormie helmet*


*Rwos telekinetically lifts Deac and his severed arm* Too bad these new powers didn't come with something to heal him... *Rwos takes out a gray bandage and uses it to tie Deac's arm back into place. The bandage melts around the cracks and cuts and melds the limb back in place* That'll do for now. Now to find a hospital here...and get someone to reattach that arm properly...

11-05-2002, 07:14 AM
*Irvine relising that his anger might sway the council to be not on his side how ever it may be now.*

Irvine calmly: "I believe voting takes place in private, I bid you all good day, for now and tallow you all to vote on the matter at hand."

*Irvine walks through the Vangaurd and out the door, allong with two waves of white engery that surcomes him, making Irvines eyes glow for a second again.*

11-05-2002, 03:33 PM
*Reletha smiles*

Then it is as it should be...let the progency of the Emperor and Lord Darkstar rule the empire!

*Councilmen clap*


*Deac awakens*

Whoa...madre de dios....my arm...can you find it for me, Rwos? My nanotech and some bacta'll heal it.

11-05-2002, 04:58 PM
*Taklin Flax back-peddeled. The two sabers connected again with a crack. Taklin brought his saber up in a high deflection, then down, sudenly he wipped it up. His aponent caught it on her own blade. Tak swung the silver weapon at her midsection, she simply parried, her golden blade crackled as it connected.

The woman vaulted over him, he barly turned in tim eto catch her downward slice.*

*The woman deactivated her saber.*

Sophae: You're getting rusty. *More of a tease than a real complaint.*

Taklin: Too much time on the capital, spending too much time with big wigs and not enough with you. *Tak cracked a smile.*

Sophae: Well you're hear now, and we're all alone.

Taklin: In the gym....

*Sophae sighed in vexation.*

.... with our quarters only two decks away.

*She smiled.*

*The Calamari Dreadnaught IndependanceII flew though hyperspace, bound for Aguma.*

11-05-2002, 05:09 PM
*thinking* "there's Cracken's kid, wierd he looks like my age, but he can't be older than 25,If my source is right, wonder if he's worth what that contract promised when i took it, I probably would have found out if it wasn't for that stormtrooper, though according to my source he shouldn't be messed with, and he doesn't look so happy right now"

11-05-2002, 09:01 PM
Irvine: "My dear Reletha, lets allow these gentlemen to vote, come with me, maybe we could discuss our current positions for the time being?" *Irvine trying to be polite by waving his hand and gester for her to go first, also letting the Vangaurd to step out of their way...*

11-05-2002, 09:34 PM
((OOS: Scar, there are seven Vanguards, not one))

Rwos: Deac, you arm's already...oh. *removes the gray bandage* I had a nanosealing bandage on it...must have blocked your body from recognizing it...

I've got some bacta patches here...do you know where some kind of medical unit is located around here that I can take you to?

And...who was that man?


*A vote is taken*

Tres Kiernia: Then we are agreed?

Beron Ghenn: Now that those unpleasantries are out of the way...Farran Darkholme: What exactly can your "Vanguards" do?

Farran: I thought you'd never ask. *taps a few buttons* Gentlemen and ladies, I invite you to join me outside in the arena in ten minutes for a demonstration. We even have a few captured Jedi for the purpose...*holo images appear of several beings in Force-blocking cages. Farran smiles and exits the room*


*Kioet doesn't get a chance to answer before a couple stormtroopers enter*

Stormtrooper 1: What are you still doing in here?

*Nimalf hastily tries to think of an excuse and settles for pointing his blaster at Kioet* Just resecuring the prisoner. *slaps cuffs on Kioet's wrists* We'll be going now. *Nimalf affects a strut as he pushes Kioet down the ramp of the shuttle and out the hangar door. They take the nearest lift up, luckily needing no access card. Imps are really damn confident nowadays.

At the top, the two walk off into a hall. They duck hurridly into a room as they hear footsteps. Through the door's peephole, they observe several black-suited Vanguards walking by.

They were in a sort of changing room. There were two portable man-sized chambers in the room, each containing a black suit with colored insignias on them, like the men outside had been wearing.

11-06-2002, 07:04 AM
well i thought the name Vangaurd was their name, meaning just their whole name, and not needing to be puralized

*Irvine awaiting the demostration of the Vanguard along with Reletha, it just sounds better :P leans up agenst the wall, watching as Jedi wiat inside their imperisonment for their possibly short executions*

Irvine to himself: "So, lets see what these guys can do. See what they could have tryied to do on me. heh" *smirks*

11-06-2002, 12:06 PM
*Kioet walks into the changing room and puts on the suit, the helmet fits, but just barely.*

Kioet: And to think when I was younger, I was able to fit into a stormtrooper uniform...

*Kioet checks to make sure everything is on right, it is.*

Kioet to Nimalf: Need help getting that on?

*Kioet helps Nimalf get into the suit*

11-06-2002, 02:03 PM
*Deac can only stay conscious long enough to say one word:*


*He awakes on a hospital bed, with a two stars and a Red Bacta Tank Medal on his beside table and a note*

Captain Starkiller,

Your actions against Imperial Lord Darkstar and several viligante attacks on various imperial assests has finally come to light in New Republic Command. We apologise for the time taken to verify these actions, but due to pressing concerns it is only now that we are able to award you the Order of the Bacta tank for the wounds recieved on Lord Cracken's Star Destroyer, and you are promoted to the rank of Colonel, effective immediately.



*Reletha smiles, anticipating an interesting demonstration..*

11-06-2002, 03:26 PM
*Flax walks into the Hospital ward.*

Flax: I'm here to see Colonel Starkiller.

Orderly: Bed 5.

Flax: Well Colonel, how are you feeling?

11-06-2002, 05:41 PM
*Irvine waits patiently as council members walk into the room.*

Irvine: "Hmm!?"

*Irvine sees a small child with white hair like his, sitting like he's meditating*

Irvine suddenly thinks: 'whats a child doing in there, in plain view too!?'

*Irvine turns to reletha to whom seems not to notice, which almost instantly makes Irvine look back, to see that the child disappeared...*

*Irvine shakes it off as the demonstration begins.*

11-06-2002, 06:11 PM
"comon get here soon, if that kid gets back to the council and finds out what i did he might want to shoot me on the spot"

11-06-2002, 09:44 PM
@jokemaster: who = 'kid' ?? Can't be Irvine, he appears to be in his thirties now ;)

11-06-2002, 09:53 PM
(OOC: I got a Spy in the council, he told me, thats why im here, because of espionage in addition to other things.)

11-07-2002, 12:52 AM
((@jokemaster: Huh? Your spy had you arrested and brought here? Also when has he been talking to you?))

*Nimalf struggles into the suit with Kioet's assistance* Jeez! You need super strength to get this on by yourself!

*the suit's joints clicked together, and its visor clicked down. The entire suit tightened to become more form-fitting. A set of messages appeared in front of the view of the visor, ending with Vanguard Systems Online*

Nimalf: Well then.*looks the suit over* Woo, fancy. *flexes arms* Whoa. Feels like I just got ten times stronger. *looks at the suit's arms, to see a bunch of buttons hidden on the gloves* No labels? What's all this crap do? *apparently in response to his query, a computerized scrolling menu appears in the right corner of the inside of the visor*

Teleport Lock/Unlock
Teleport Activate
Grapple Activate
Grapple Lock/Unlock
Jetpack Engage
Jetpack Disengage
Force Defense
Force Search/Lock
Target Search/Lock

*Nimalf stared at the partial menu list, eyes widening under the visors* Holy Sith. Teleport? Force? What is this thing?

*A voice came over the PA system into the room* All Vanguards, report to the Viper Arena combat-ready within five minutes.

11-07-2002, 12:59 AM
*Kioet sees that Nimals is enjoying his new suit*

Kioet: Combat Arena? What for?

*Kioet looks at Nimalf, then heads off in the direction to the arena*

11-07-2002, 01:54 PM
*Deac notices Flax enter his room*

I guess I should salute...but my arm's still healing. What have I missed?


*As Reletha awaits the demonstration, Lokpihet strides into the council chamber, to everyone's surprise*

Reletha: Brother.

Lokpihet: Reletha. It is good to see you again after so long...

Cmdr. Cracken
11-07-2002, 02:41 PM
*Cracken strides into a sparring room. Sounds of lightsabers clashing can be heard as the doors open. He see's Alys flash infront of him for a few seconds, and dissapear. Suddenly, Starr was knocked over, with a lightsaber pointed at him.

She's progressing faster than ever.

Alys looked at her father, as he applauded*

Very good, Alys. Using your strengths to overcome his.
*She smiled, got up. She stuck her hand out to help Starr up, but he refused, and got up on his own.*

Alys: How am i doing?
Cracken: excellent. you training is coming along faster than i expected. now..... *cracken took of his cloak, and ignighted his lightfoil.* A test.

*Alys smiled, she always loved a challange. She took her stance, her purple lightfoil at the ready. they touched blades, and started fighting. At that moment, Tojo walked in, hurridly, only to be knocked over by something. He landed on his butt, confounded to what knocked him over. he looked aorund, and saw lightsaber trails, a red one, and a purple. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out his EMperor barely warding off the attack from the girl.

Cracken himself couldn't believe how fast she really was. She came down with a downslash, and he barelly parried it, only to find her jabbing at him a second later. Fine. He knocked her back a bit, and stuck out his hand, and it began to glow, and a ball of Force energy came at Alys.

Alys was surprised, she never saw this from Starr, who had been training her for the most part. By the time her mind said RUN, it was too late, the all hit her, and knocked her across the room. She felt cold, lke a dark energy hit her. She looked and her father looked at her*

Cracken: That is how i use the Force, through the dark side, through agression and hate.
However...* He walked over to his cloak and oulled out a cube* You have to choose your own path. He came over and placed the cube in her hands* this is from teh Jedi Academy on Yavin. it's a holocron from Skywalker, which he recovered from teh Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Which ever path you choose, this is where your real training begins.

*he turned, picked up his cloak, and put it back on, and placed his lightfoil back on his cloak. He turned to Tojo*

Cracken: Are you all set with the Vengence?
Tojo: Yes my lord. she's a fine ship.
Cracken: good, deploy her on one of the boarder worlds, and take a task force of Star Destroyers too round out your fleet.
*Tojo Nodded and left. Cracken looked at Starr, Starr nodded, and Cracken made an exit. Alys looked at Starr*

Alys: Did you ever get a choice? whether to pick the dark side or light?

11-07-2002, 05:15 PM
(OOC: No, the Empire descovered a signal w/ top secret info headed twoard me from the council, thy want me to tell them which member it was. and i talked to him a bit before i got arrested)

11-07-2002, 09:27 PM
Irvine looking at Lokpihet: "Ahh yes, another child of darkstar, hmm? Alas, I am the son of Cracken. I hope my standings on where I am siding with does not surprise you, hmm?" *Extends his hand, offering to shake his with Lokpihet's*

*At the same time the Council Members get ready with Vangaurd protecting them.*

Ivan: "Okay lets get this thing started."

Ravan: "Yes I've been waiting also to see what these guys can do..."

11-07-2002, 09:50 PM
*Starr wonders why Cracken had chosen to use the Force on the girl. He had struck strictly to sparring. Cracken had not intructed him to anything more.

Starr wondered about this girl. She took everything in stride, reminding him of her father. Like her father, too, she had a way of deceiving...rather lulling opponents into a false sene of security. That was something that aided her greatly in her saber training. Not to mention her preternatural speed...she was speaking to him.*

Starr: *curtly* No. Your father found me when I was a child. My parents abandoned me to die. I would have never chosen a path that would not please him.

Yet it pleases him now to give her a choice... What epiphany appeared to him while I was...dead? He still uses darkness. But he is not part of it...no, not like before...


*Nimalf tries to stop Kioet, but the two get caught up in the body of other Vanguards heading towards the arena. He catches up with Kioet* Kioet! What are you doing, you moron?


*Farran speaks to the other Council members as they enter seats high above the arena* Don't worry, the Vanguard guards are just a precaution. *smiles* The Jedi will be quite occupied. *motions around, to the aliens filing in to fill the arena stands* Don't mind the locals. They're just here as part of the deal to let us borrow the arena...don't worry, they're quite as eager to see blood as I'm sure you are...and they very much hate the Jedi.

11-07-2002, 10:23 PM
Marcus: "Well, thats good enough for me."

*Ravan grits his teeth, and keeps his mouth shut at the subject...*

Ivan: "My, my, Ravan seems to be feeling just the same too."

*Council laughs and Ravan calms himself.*

Ravan: "Don't worry, Im just as eager as you all."

Cmdr. Cracken
11-07-2002, 10:28 PM
*Cracken sits in the command bridge of the Titan. The Seperatists just formed a new government, officially secedding from the EMpire. We'll see about that.*

COmmander, make ready the fleet. Have Kuat and Bilbringi on full alert. Send our ambassador. remind him he may never come back.

*From the bottom of the mighty warship, a Lambda Class shuttle left the docking bay. Aboard, a sole ambassador was leaving for the Corperate Sector*

11-08-2002, 12:06 AM
*Kioet walks in formation with the rest of the Vanguard.

Kioet to Nimalf: Getting ready to slaughter something. I can smell someone that I've ran into before, I just don't know who...

11-08-2002, 12:33 AM
Nimalf: Don't you think we should find out a bit more of this situation before doing anything like that? *pauses* Oh, forgive me, I forgot who I was talking to. *rolls eyes under visor, then notices one of the Vanguards - one with a red insignia rather than white - is looking at him*

Red Vanguard: Why do you two not have your weapons?

Nimalf: *gulps and doesn't say anything*

Red Vanguard: Is something wrong?

Nimalf: *trying to think* I...

*Nimalf was saved by the PA system. It blared* All Vanguards report to Arena entrance immediately.

Red Vanguard: Go arm yourselves. Consider this your warning. *walks off*

Nimalf: But...where's the weapons... *in response, a holographic map of the building layout appears in the visor, with a room highlighted in red* Ha! Excellent!

11-08-2002, 12:49 AM
Kioet to self: I knew I was missing something...

*Kioet heads towards the weapons room, and notices two guys walk out, looking confused*

Kioet to Nimalf: They must be looking for their precious suits. I'll handle them.

*Kioet walks up behind them, puts a gloved hand on each, and squeezes just hard enough to render them unconscious*

Kioet: Let's arm ourselves.

*Kioet drags the two unconscious men into the room with him, finds a locker, and locks both of them inside it*

Kioet: Alright, I haven't seen this type of weapon before! I could make a ton of credits with it!!

Kioet: Why ARE we going to the arena?

*Kioet smiles beneath his visor, wondering why he hadn't thought of saying that sooner*

Suit: "To demonstrate the abilites of the Vanguard Elite against a group of Jedi Knights for the eyes of the Imperial Council
[full debriefing also available]"

Kioet: I don't think we need the full debriefing, let's just go rescue some Jedi and make a fortune!!! With these suits, we are INVINCIBLE!!!!!

11-08-2002, 12:54 AM
Nimalf: ........

*starts struggling with the suit, trying to take it off*

11-08-2002, 12:58 AM
Kioet: What the sith do you think you're doing?! You couldn't put it on, so you can't take it off. You better look like coming!!!

*Kioet loads his gun and storms off towards the arena*

11-08-2002, 01:01 AM
Tyrion:Hello,men. I am the uh..inspector..and referre for the battle.Let me inspect your gear to make sure that you arent fighting too overpowered.

Check,and check.

All good, please proceed to the next area.

11-08-2002, 01:13 AM
((OOS: Ummm Tyrion...no :D

You're supposed to introduce your character first, and I'm playing the "referee" etc of the battle :p

Besides, "too overpowered?" what?))

Nimalf: But...those others will...aargh. *gives up and settles for grabbing the entire weapons cabinent, pulling it out of the wall* Whoa - super strength? Fine. Kioet! Kioet, wait, dammit!

11-08-2002, 01:22 AM
*hides back into the shadows,leaving something red*

11-08-2002, 01:22 AM
*Kioet stops short of the entrance to the arena, Nimalf nearly trips over him, the Vanguard wave the two over*

Kioet mumbling under breath: They're completely oblivious...

*Kioet steps into the arena, followed by Nimalf*

11-08-2002, 01:48 AM
((OOS: Tyrion, read the rules at the beginning of the thread if you're going to join please))

*A Vanguard pulls Kioet back* You missed the debriefing - we're to wait for the signal. The teleporters are set to take us in there. To impress the brass.

*Nimalf thinks better of rushing over and drops the weapons cabinet outside the entrance out of sight of the others. He'd just grab it before he went in the arena - he wasn't taking any chances.*

11-08-2002, 01:54 PM
Lokpihet: I am eager to see all new weapons that are here for the children of the Empire.


*Deac is surprised by the entrance of an NRI officer*

Colonel Starkiller, we have an assignment for you...

11-08-2002, 05:37 PM
*Irvine lowers his hand after being denined a formal greeting.*

Irvine trying to get into a converstaion: "Well yes, new weapony would be a nice thing to look at, but also how well they use them. It wasn't until a few days ago I only had the skills of a first class Fencer, but after my merging I suddenly gained the knowledge to properly wield duel and single Lightsabers, duel and single Lightfoils. Not only that I've seemed to also have quite the talent with wielding a LightScythe, a such model that I've tried to look up for any doublcates, didn't show, so what i have must be 'one-of-a-kind'. It's quiote an interesting weapon I have to say myself. Its like its 3 generations better then what we traditionally wield... I'd be glad to show ya after this..."


Marcus: "Hmm, when will this thing start, I think the Jedi are getting anxious too."

Ivan: "Oh, shut up Marcus. When it starts it starts."

11-08-2002, 10:30 PM
Farran: First, ladies and gentlemen of the Council, the abilities of the Jedi themselves against our current tactical forces will be demonstrated. Most of you have no firsthand experience with these beings; you know them only by reputation.

*The set of doors on one side of the arena open*

These Jedi were captured on Coruscant a week ago. *at the explosion of murmurs* The operation was done so they are believed dead. *smiles pointedly* There is no fear of retaliation.

*A large vehicle enters, holding a set of cages with Jedi occupants, with wireframes around them. Viewscreens display the scene close-up for the Council's benefit*

Farran: What you see down there are Universal Energy Cages. They are the only known cages that can hold a Jedi. Unfortunately, they are extraordinarily hard to find or produce. The creatures on the wireframes are ysalamiri. They are rare creatures that block the Force, the source of the Jedi's power.

*Farran smiles* In case you're wondering, no, the Vanguards do not wear ysalamiri. The creatures can only block the Force when they are alive, and Jedi have often been proven to be deadly fighters even when deprived of the Force.

*Farran motions to the other end of the enormous arena, which opens to reveal a vertible army of stormtroopers, with all kinds of weaponry*

This is the first part of the demonstration...the best of the Empire's shocktroopers, and the forces we send against the Jedi. Observe...

*Farran steps on a holotransmitter platform. The viewscreens show his holographic image appear on the Jedi cage vehicle*

11-10-2002, 12:23 AM
Farran: Greetings, Jedi. I'm sure you're wondering what why we've brought you here. *Farran makes a motion with his hand, and droids enter the arena and begin removing the ysalamiri* You are here to take part in a short...tournament. The rules are simple; defeat all your opponents, and you will all go free. If you don't, well, you'll all be dead. *waves to the troopers on the other side of the arena* Those are your first opponents. Oh, and by the way, don't bother considering escape. This arena is now walled in by force fields. There is no way in or out.

*The imprisoned Jedi simply stare at him. Farran shrugs amd waves his hand again. The energy cages snap open, and a set of droids advances towards the Jedi and hand them their lightsabers. Farran turns toward the Imperial troopers* Attack.

*the Imperials spread out and open fire*

Cmdr. Cracken
11-10-2002, 01:01 AM
*Alys sat, with a small metal crate in front of her. It was an exercise, as instructed by the Holocron. A jedi padawan would attempt to lift the object, usually a rock, with the Force. Starr Watched over her.

She closed her eyes, and began to concentrate. "Let the Force flow through you", the Holocron said. Anger, hate, agression, those are the paths to the dark side, it said. Impaitence, frustration, the quick and easy path.

Well, she always liked to do things the hard way.

As she sat, she opended her self up to the Force. That much she learned from Starr, and her father when he had the time. She could FEEL everything around her, Starr, the Imperial patrols, the officers on the ship. She then focused on the empty space infront of her. She tried lifting it through force, but that didn't work. Not to e swayed, she tried gradually lifting it. no good.

Sithspit. She started to get angry, but then she realized what she was doing, and calmed herself. She tried again, this time simply visualizing it moving.
it worked. she opended her eyes, and saw it a good 6 ft above the ground. She started to smile, but doing that broke her concentration, and it fell tothe ground with a loud clang.
She turned and looked at Starr, who had his arms crossed She smiled at him and cheerfully waved.*
Alys: How was that?

11-10-2002, 01:13 PM
*Odin, Heimdall, and Vidar found Frigg, and Tyr and were eating lunch at a local resturant*

Tyr: Latter today we are going to test out some of the new weapons.

Vidar: What have the scientist developed now?

Tyr: A resonance rifle. It should be powerful enough to kill a Jotun in a single shoot.

Odin: That will make things eaiser.

Frigg: What other things are going to be tested.

Tyr: Well a new cloaking shield. It is like the ones being installed on our warships. However this one is smaller. Small enough to place on fighters.

Heimdall: It still amazes me who quickly our scientist solve problems.

Odin: They strive to do so because they know what is at stake.

Vidar: If the Jotuns were ever freed from their containment. They would devstate the galaxy.

Frigg *in a bitter tone*: Only if it wasn't for Loki, we would have been rid of that threat a long time ago.

Odin: Come, lets not talk of him. Enjoy our meal.

Frigg: Your right.

Odin: How is Midgard coming along?

Vidar: Very well. The fortifications are growing by the day.

Heimdall: Midgard is very secured.

Odin: I never doubted that.

*They continue their meal talking about unimportant things. Occansionally laughing at jokes.*

11-10-2002, 01:54 PM
*The Imperail Council and the other three watch as the fight is quickly swayed twards the Jedi*

Marcus: "Bah! I wouldn't need any prevoius knowhow that the Jedi would be winning over those stormtroopers!"

Ivan: "Just let me remind you that this is not the real demostration..." *ivan glances over at Farran, and smirks* "...this is merely just a pre-round, before the real thing, but they don't know it. All you to do is raise their moral, so that their hopes of victory is in thier grasp, then you crush them down like the little worms they are..."

Ravan: "Well you seem to forget if these Vangaurd aren't protectign ya, one of these Jedi would easily get rid of ya very quickly."

Ivan: "Who ever said anything about relying on the Vanguard for complete protection? What do you think Farran?"

*Meanwhile, close by Irvine walks around the force field matching the fight...*

Irvine to himself: "These Jedi aren't as powerful as my father, but would still prove to be a good enough fight. Maybei shoudl find one to spar with, maybe reletha's brother perhaps?"

*A stormstrooper slams on the force field as a taunt by one the Jedi.*

Irvine again to himself: "Nevermind, I just found my pray..."

Irvien shouting to Farran: "Hey councilman, I want this fool for myself! I still have yet to test my skills agenst someone."

11-10-2002, 02:32 PM
*falls asleep*
*in dream, standing in the middle of the arena*
"where am I?"
*A Vangaurd approaches ands shoots Chavo*
*wakes up*
"whew, what a nightmare"

11-10-2002, 04:40 PM
*Lokpihet stares at his chronometer and Reletha yawns as they sat in the viewing area*

Lokpihet: Boooooooring


NRI Operative: The moment you're well, we have one objective for you.

We want you to assassinate Lokpihet Darkstar. He's become a major threat.
We've identified his holdings in the asteriod remnants of Byss, and on several Core Worlds. It appears he's either trying to lead a coup in the empire, or take power from within. Either way, we want him dead.

Deac: Why me?

NRI: Your soldier training and force abilities make you the best man for the job.

Deac: This guy just cleaved my arm off.

NRI: You either take the job, or hand in your star

Deac:....I'm in.

11-10-2002, 07:18 PM
*Rwos watches through a window. His sharp hearing lets him hear the conversation, however faintly. His eyes narrow as he listens*


*Farran simply smiles at Ivan and calls down to Irvine* Unfortunately, my dear Irvine, I have promised them their freedom if they survive this.

*The Jedi defeat the Imperial troopers easily, despite being vastly outnumbered. The Council members mutter mockingly at the "if they survive this" part*

Farran: And that ends the first part of the demonstration. As you can see, our current forces are no match for the powers of the Jedi.

*screens appear showing Jedi using various Force powers against the troopers, like push, pull, destruction, and speed*

Now for the second part of the demonstration. *looks at Lokiphet and Reletha* I think you'll find this part slightly more...interesting. *smiles*

*into comlink* There are a dozen Jedi left uninjured in the arena...send...six Vanguards in.


*The red Vanguard turned toward the assembly of Vanguards* Those with callsigns one, two, three, four, five, and six will now enter the arena. *Six of the Vanguards nod and dissappear in a flash, green residual particles falling the the ground in their wake. Kioet and Nimalf were not among them*


*Starr watched Alys attempting to lift the metal crate. He could sense her power, and she was using the light side. Why? She had obviously inherited everything her father had...if not more. She was an incredible person.

Why was he thinking that? She was nothing but a...child, really. Not much younger than him, but a child to the Force. But what kind of beginner could do all this?

Starr realized he was trying to suppress jealousy. Cracken treated her like...like his daughter. Starr felt he should hate her for it. She was taking a place he's never been able to achieve.

But somehow, he couldn't hate her. Of course I can hate her. I am a Sith. Hate, anger and aggression are my power. Except...as he stared at her, he couldn't bring up the right emotions. He felt something else...strange, foreign...

She was lifting the crate, high as his head. Wow. She must have sensed him staring at her, for she dropped the box, smiled and waved at him cheerfully.

Alys: How was that?

Starr: It was uh...eh...It was very good. *gets upset at having stuttered* But you still have a long way to go. *Starr looked away from her and stared hard at the wall*

11-10-2002, 07:31 PM
*Kioet gets really angry*

Kioet: DAMMIT!!!!! They're going to slaughter those poor Jedi!!!

*Kioet looks at his wrist, thoughtfully, then aims it at the doors to the arena and fires off all his rockets at blinding speed, they don't even affect the door*


*Kioet tries to teleport into the arena, but unfortunately his teleporter is shut down, and he suddenly notices his voice modulator isn't working like it should*

11-10-2002, 07:44 PM
*Kioet suddenly finds his movement slowing rapidly, until he cannot move at all. Nimalf finds himself in the same predicament, in the midst of diving for the ripped-off weapons cabinent. Nimalf looks up with his eyes only to see the other Vanguards with weapons trained on him*

Red Vanguard: We found the bodies you stashed in the weapons lockers. Spies, are you? Lord Darkholme will want to deal with you personally. *motions to two of the other Vanguards, who advance and lift Kioet and Nimalf up*

11-10-2002, 07:53 PM
Kioet: You idiots!!! Don't you have any mercy!!! Imagine yourself in my skin!! Let me go! I have information on someone that could be important!!!

11-10-2002, 08:33 PM
*The Red Vanguard looks at Kioet with distaste* Shut him up, please. *The Vanguard carrying Kioet places a blaster at the back of his neck, and fires a stunbolt*


*Six Vanguards teleport into the arena. The Jedi stare at them, unrecognizing*

Vanguard Leader: Advance.

*The Vanguards spread out and advance on the Jedi. The produce long metal rods from their backs as they move forward.

The first Jedi rushes unexpectedly at the leader. Moving preternaturally fast with the aid of the Force, he swings his lightsaber at the Vanguard's head.

And his saber was met with the same speed and stopped by the metal pole.

The Jedi's astonished look mirrored those of some of the Council watching the holoscreens. They had barely seen the Vanguard move.

Farran smiled.

Several of the Jedi abruptly blur and vanish, using a Force speed technique. Instantly, the all of the Vanguard blur and vanish as well. Blurs streak around the arena in fast motion*

Farran: *to the Council* Any power the Jedi have, the Vanguard can either negate or match. They are the ultimate weapons.

*The Jedi drop out of Force speed, and the two sides regard each other. One Jedi sends a blast of Force destruction at the Vanguard, who make no attempt to move. The blast hits them and washes over with absolutely no effect. The Jedi then tries to pull their weapons, but nothing happens*

Vanguard Leader: Is that all you Jedi can do? *turns to the other Vanguards* Full attack.

*Three of the Vanguards fly into the air, letting loose a stream of rockets and concussion pulses. The other three draw weapons and dash at the Jedi. Several Jedi throw their sabers at the advancing opponents, but the sabers glance off the cortosis-laced armor.

The Jedi begin a full onslaught, but the battle is quickly, brutally over. The dozen Jedi lay unconscious or dead at the feet of their untouched opponents.

Farran turned to the Council* Any questions?

11-10-2002, 09:40 PM
Ravan: "Yes I have one, How are these Vangaurd negating the jedi's movements? Or at least matching them as you say? Wouldn't the minds of the Vangaurd have to move as quick like the Jedi's, which they'd have a natural ability to have their thoughts transverse through their minds a lot more rapidly then a normal, even force sensitive Individual, sometimes they can out think a computer, but thats on rare cases. But I wouldn't doubt that on the case of Irvine here, I have to admit I am Sensitive to the force, and infact his power is infact increasing. But going back to my question, how could these people whom wear these suits could move so fast with out their minds moving as fast as well?

*Irvine looks on as the 'Demonstration' ends, and the Vanguard keep watch on the dead and knocked out Jedi, whom now all lay about in the arena that they have fought in, as the force field lifts, allowing Irvien to walk in and take a look at the 'pray'*

Irvine gwaking at the bodies laying about: "Hmm, pathetic... how ever, they did give out all that they could. I admire that." *walks up to a Vanguard: "Hmm, interesting, your armour, it has a small blemish on it, looks like Jedi got lucky..." *Irvine and the Vanguard soldier Laugh as Irvine wipes off the small blot.*

Irvine at the Council: "Last time I knew how this Empire ran, that it didn't tolerate such luck by the enemy... Is this correct? Or have times change?"

11-11-2002, 02:20 PM
*Lokpihet stands*

Lokpihet: What are their weaknesses? How could our enemy overcome them-because if they do your "costumes" become useless...

Do superweapons really work? How many resources have we lost in our Death Stars and SSD's. And what did we gain? Nothing. We gained more from our people! We should train them better

*Reletha puts a hand supportively on her brother's shoulder*

Reletha: Peace, Lokpihet. Did you not see the Jedi die?

Lokpihet: Those jedi were easy enough to capture. Are they not then to easy to kill? Bring me Horn, or Solusar, or Starkiller, or even Luke Skywalker dead, and then-only then will I be satisfied!

Cmdr. Cracken
11-11-2002, 02:49 PM
*Alys looks at Starr, and gave him a wierd look. He never stammers... Oh well, that's enough for today. SHe stood up, and walked next to Starr*
Well, i'm gonna go get some food from the mess hall, wanna join?
*Starr gave her an odd look, and was about to speak but Alys cut him off*

I know, hier to the empire, whatever, but i'm hungery NOW. Fathers' cooks take a good 30 minutes.
*She smiled* you can come if you want. you haven't ate anything since you got up i bet.
*She walked out, and the doors swished closed behind her*

11-11-2002, 05:25 PM
*gaurd approaches Irvine and tells him about the prisoner*

11-11-2002, 06:01 PM
Flax: We aren't sending you alone Deac. This is my son Kalran, he is a Knight, though not a very experianced one. You'll both enter the Seperatist Realm under false identities. Kal will pose as your Padawan.

We're going to drop you at a place where the Seperatists will "capture" you.

You'll notice we've regenerated some of your flesh, we've also refined your remaining prosphetics. Your a little less Cyborg.

I'd send Kyle on this mission but he's bowing up one of their greatest strongholds. *shrug.*

Bring my son back Deac.

11-11-2002, 08:56 PM
Artemis Omicron: Calm down, all your questions will be answered. *to Ravan* The Vanguard's ability to match a Jedi's movement is the very newest bit of technology we have added in. When a Jedi speeds up his reflexes, he involuntarily gives off a small amount of Force energy. The Vanguards are injected with a fluid that is designed to act as midichlorians in the presence of active Force energy. It increases the Vanguard's speed and reflexes to the level of their opponent's. When the Force power is no longer being used, the effect wears off. So to answer your question, Ravan, their minds and bodies are moving at super-speed.

*to Lokiphet* Their weakness is that they are mortal. The suit can take the same amount of damage as any blaster-resistant suit with personal shields could. Their armor is laced with cortiosis, so it will be harder for a Jedi's lightsaber to slice through it, as you saw, but they are not, of course, invulnerable. They are the height of technology, but we cannot make a truly invincible soldier. But as you can see, Force powers cannot affect them, and that is something no other soldier is capable of achieving. Tricks of the mind, telekinesis, you name it, they are unaffected by it. I, certainly, would not call these Vanguards useless...


*Starr watches Alys go. He didn't really care about the mess hall...if was the fact she had offered to eat with him. Was that supposed to mean something else? If so, what about that Jedi she had been...with...when he had gone to fetch her from Corellia?

Speaking of Hal, would he try to find her? If she wanted to go with him...would he care?

He'd think about that later. Right now, on the spur of the moment, he decided to join her.*

11-11-2002, 10:07 PM
*The gaurd tells Irvine about the gaurds in a low tone so the he'd be the only one hearing it...*

Irvine back to gaurd: "Good, I'll take care of it..."

Irvine turning to Omicron: "So, If, per-say, I'd get, well lets say, five Vanguard to act as my 'guards', My power, how ever how large it shall become, those who stand near me, their bodies would act on my Midicloron, and thus be as strong as I? That would be the best possible solution for any Jedi or Sith threats we mgiht encounter, reguardless if i can take on anyone alone, any Jedi or Sith, like we saw today, would be overwhemed by not only my powers, but the Vanguard around me leaching off my energy, thus giving the leverage..."

Ivan: "I should wait for Omicron to give an answer, but I believe that'd be also the most logical solution I've herd all day.."

11-11-2002, 10:29 PM
*The group stands gets up after completing their meal and leave the resturant. They walk to a parking lot.*

Vidar: I'll take my leave now. I have some business I must attend to. Goodbye.

Odin: Bye son. I'll see you later.

Frigg: Bye honey.

*Vidar gets in a landspeeder and heads off to the palace. The others enter a large luxury landspeeder*

Odin: Any paticular destination?

Tyr: I need to go to the testing grounds to check on peperation for tonights weapon test.

Odin: Alright. We'll go there. *to the speeder* Take us to the alpha testing area.

*The Landspeeder heads off in the direction of the testing grounds*

Tyr: So will you be attending the test tonight?

Odin: Yes, I think I will go.

Frigg: We will be delighted to attend.

Heimdall: The resonance rifles will be spectular to watch. Their second setting are very powerful.

Tyr: Heimdall, I'll need your help to get everything set. If you don't mind.

Heimdall: Sure, I have nothing pressing to do at the moment.
*Meanwhile Vidar arrives at the palace. He enters his office and begins going through reports. Shortly later someone knocks on his door*

Vidar: Enter.

*Burnhilde enters carring a message canister*

Burnhilde: Good afternoon lord. I thought you may like to see this. A valkyre sent this a short time ago.

Vidar: Well put it in and let us see what she sent.

*Burnhilde inserts the canister into a computer terminal. A second later a movie began playing showing the demostration of the Vanguards against the jedi*

Vidar: Very interesting. Thank you for this. I'll make sure my father sees this. Oh give my compliments to the agent.

Burnhilde: Yes sir. Good bye.

Vidar: Bye.

*Burnhilde turns and leaves Vidar's Office, Vidar begins looking through files*

Vidar: Interesting, I have never seen these before. Lets see the Gotterdammerung prophecies.

*Vidar begins reading*

11-11-2002, 11:41 PM
((OOS: Omicron is not a Councilman. He is the scientist responsible for the Vanguard Project. Farran is the Councilman behind the project.))

Omicron: You are almost correct, however the technology is still being developed. For active offensive Force powers, in testing, the Vanguards were unable to rechannel the energies directed at them. Our solution was to use a different technology to cause a "wash" effect; Force power actively directed against a Vanguard will flow around the Vanguard and have no affect. However for active passive Force powers, such as increasing speed, agility, reflexes and precognition, you are correct.

11-11-2002, 11:49 PM
*Kioet wakes up in a cell, binders are around his wrists and ankles, and he's strapped to the wall*

Kioet: "Come out, come out whomever you are!!!!"

11-12-2002, 08:29 AM
Irvine: "Thats nice to hear. But Shall me finish this another time? I have a little business to take care of..."

Cmdr. Cracken
11-12-2002, 10:44 AM
*a Lambda class shuttle drop out of hyperspace, in the heart of teh Corperate sector and begins to broadcast a messsage along most com frequencies.*

This is a diplomatic envoy from the Loyalist remnant. we wish to speak with teh Imperial Councel.

11-12-2002, 04:15 PM
*Droping off Tyr and Heimdall at the testing site. Odin and Frigg return to the palace. Odin walks to a meeting of his military advisors. Entering the meeting room, occupied by, Brunhilde (head of the Valkyries), Sigurd (head of the Einherjar), and Beowulf (head of the Beserks)*

Odin: Good day to you all. This is going to rather short. I just want your reports on activity. Brunhilde you go first.

Brunhilde: Sir. We have a tape of the Imperial Vanguards demostrating their new skills and slaughtering a group of Jedi. Lord Vidar has it at the moment. We have also learned that Deac Starkiller has been given a promotion, and another assignment. He is to be captured by the Seperatist. He is to be in the company of Flax's son Klaran. Cracken has found his daughter and they have been reunited. She is now undergoing training in the force. All the sides are preparing for another war. The vanguards make me believe the jedi are going to be a major target. Since the Jedi are one of the stablizing forces in the galaxy we should consider lending them aid if they need it.

Odin: I agree. Watch the jedi closely, they are honorable and deserve our favor. Sigurd you may go.

Sigurd: Currently we are planning a small raid against the Jotuns. It will mainly be an intelligence gathering mission. The Jotuns were able to predict when our last raid would occur. Subsequently they almost killed the team. To prevant this from happening again our raiding teams are starting to randomize the times of their raids. The new cloaking shields will help greatly.

Odin: Thank you. Now Beowulf.

Beowulf: Last night we repulsed a small Jotun raid. We had no casualties. Although five men were wounded in the attack. Lately these small attacks have been coming more routinly. I believe they are probing our security and seeing if any week spots have developed. This could foreshadow an offensive by the Jotuns.

Odin: The raid will tell us for certain. Increase our forces in that area, if possible capture one of the raiding Jotuns. It has been a while since they last launched an offensive. Perhaps they believe we finally let our guard down. If that is all.....we are finished here. Have a good day.

*Leaving the meeting Odin is joined in the hall by Beowulf*

Beowulf: Lord I have a question for you.

Odin: What is it?

Beowulf: Why do we watch the Imperails and the New Republic so closely?

Odin: Well the main reason is to make sure that they haven't learned about the Jotuns. The other is I find that they have a sort of innocense. They are unaware of the evil of the Jotuns and I find it a little refreshing. The internal strife is interesting. Finally knowledge is always a good thing. You never know when they may become useful, or when they might need our help.

Beowulf: Thankyou for answering my question lord.

Odin: Do you see why we watch them?

Beowulf: It is a little clearer now. Are you going to the weapon test tonight?

Odin: Yes, but now I'm going to find Vidar and watch that tape on the Vanguards.

*The two part company, Odin goes to Vidar's Office*

11-12-2002, 06:38 PM
*Irvine arrives in the security cell that Kioet and his companion Nimalf are being held.*

Irvine walking to Kioet: "My, my, my dear weapons agent. I hardly think that me causing a slight mess of your cargo on tatoonie desurves me to be followed all the way out here... How ever, whats needs to be paid back needs to be paid for..."

*Irvine tosses a small bag of money that holds an equal amount of Republican and Imperial cedits inside, on the floor infront of Kioet's feet.*

Irvine smiling: "Accept my Appology. Now thats been taken care of, what am I going to do with both of ya... Hmm, well, I can't just let ya go..." *turns to gaurds.* "Implant the Devices into them." *turning back to the captures.* "those are nanobiotic transmitters, once they are in there, there there for good. Now, either we track your movements across the galaxy, eventualy going to the republic wiht reporting them of our doings, or we track your movements across the galaxy reporting of their doings, If you get my drift..."

*The gaurds inplant the tracking devices into the captures with mild resistence, but it gets them installed.*


Ivan to Farran while walking back from the arena: "So, are we going to tell them of our decision?"

11-12-2002, 07:30 PM
((OOS: What decision?))

Farran: I have a small piece of business to take care of. *leaves the arena*


*Two Vanguards enter the cell* Irvine Cracken, you do not have clearance to deal with these prisoners. Farran Darkholme wishes to speak to them. *The Vanguards escort Kioet and Nimalf out in one direction, and Irvine in another*

11-12-2002, 07:35 PM
*gaurd approaches Farran*
Gaurd (to Farran): Sir, there is another prisoner awaiting trial by the council, would you like to have it tomorow since its getting late?"

11-12-2002, 07:44 PM
Farran: *irritably, smoothness gone as unneeded* What makes you think this is my affair? Wait...trial by Council? Who authorized this? Who is the prisoner?


Communications Officer: Diplomat? We have received no notice of diplomatic arrivals today. Transmit a proper clearance code or be fired upon.

Cmdr. Cracken
11-12-2002, 08:22 PM
*The ambassador became very worried. he keyed the com, and franitkly spoke*
Clearence code?! Diplomates don't need codes!! What governemnt policies do you have?! Let us by, please, we have no weapons, un armed, a scan coudl...
*His transmitter became silent. they cut him off.....*

*ALys sat down with her tray. 10 minutes it took her to get her food. she sighed. well, better than 30 minutes. She started to eat, digging into something that smelled like a Corellian dish. She bit, chewed, and swollowed. Not to bad. Looks like sithspawn, but tastes great.

She continued to eat, and to her surprise, Starr sat across from her. He poked the food, weary of it's taste.*

Alys: Don't worry, looks like sithsp...... *she stopped, and remembered that Starr was a Sith himself.*.... i mean... Bathna pudu....
*She blushed, embarrassed that she let the insult slip. She continued to eat, to flustered to say anthing. She glanced at Starr, and back down at her food. He's kinda cute, she thought.*

11-12-2002, 08:29 PM
Irvine to Vanguard while being escorted: "By the way, it was my business when the information about the prisoners had been released to me personaly. And my offer to them still stands."

11-12-2002, 08:33 PM
Gaurd (visibly nervous): Domingo Chavo, sir, and you authorized it along with various council members. He held you at blasterpoint once.

11-12-2002, 08:51 PM
Officer: *having kept the comme receiver silenced since the orignal transmission* Unidentified shuttle, transmit proper clearance codes. Unidentified shuttle, transmit proper clearance codes or you will be fired upon!

*waits a moment*

Unidentified shuttle, since you refuse to reply, we are forced to assume you are spies. We cannot allow security breaches at a time like this.

*changes comm channel* Someone *ahem* claiming to be a Loyalist diplomat is infiltrating planetary security. The person will not respond to further comm hails once we questioned him and is insisting on advancing. Fire on him. *smiles*

*Turbolaser bolts lance from the Golan platforms. The fleeing diplomatic shuttle is hit from all directions at once and explodes violently. It never had a chance*

*The Separatist Imperial Council watches. One Councilman mutters* It has begun.


*While waiting for Deac to leave the building, Rwos picks up the comlink Odin had given to him. Having not used a comlink from this universe in a while, he had to search his memory for a moment to remember which buttons to push. But it hadn't been that long.

He dialed the only available frequency.*

11-12-2002, 09:04 PM
*Marcus just finished talking to an officer about the recent events, he dismisses him and quickly goes to the other Council Members...*

Marcus: "Planetary Security has just destroyed a diplomatic shuttle a few min ago, reports say that the shuttle refused to give out any securence codes pertaining to a diplomatic authenticity..."

Ivan: "We know, we just watched it. and as far as I knew, we didn't made any proceedures pretaining to diplomatic means yet."

Ravan: "Great! Now a real war is going to break out before we made any real preparations yet. Not only that we hardly have a Navy."

Ivan: "Someone go get Farran, we need an urgent meeting A.S.A.P, also bring Irvine, Reletha and her accomplice, we could need him."

Cmdr. Cracken
11-12-2002, 10:11 PM
*Cracken is busy at his desk. he stopped, looked for a moment and laughed to himself. Him, a politician. he chuckled, and at that moment, Tojo's image appeared on the holoprojector*

Cracken: I assumed right, the Seperatist blew that shuttle to pieces.

Tojo: yessir. no survivors. we recived the distress call a few hours ago, then it suddenly went silent

*Cracken leaned back in his chair. and looked out his viewport. Bilbringi was in the process of manufacturing a new Cruiser for the Republic, and next to it, and Imperial Star Destroyer. an odd site, to be sure. He turned to the projector.*

move your fleet to the planet of Ord Biniir. Take it. it should take you not long to get there, nor long to defeat the Seperatist forces there. I shall contact the New Republic on our new situation. The destruction and subsquencent death of our envoy is to be taken as an act of war.

*Cracken turned off the Holoprojector, and commed Flax, but was unavailable. he recorded a message*
Cracken: Space Marshal Flax, the Seperatists have destroyed our diplomatic envoy to possibly build a bridge of reunion between us. no survivors where reported. The Empire will take this as an act of war, and declares a State of War exist between the Seperatisst and the Loyalists.
*Cracken attached the distress call to the comm, and sent it.
Looking at the mound of paperwork at his desk, he sighed, got up, and went to find Starr and Alys.*

11-12-2002, 10:54 PM
*Odin and Vidar were talking about the Vanguards when a Valkyre entered with news*

Svafa: Sir, we are recieving a signal from the beacon you gave Rwos.

Odin: I didn't think it would be long before he used that. Have a Valkyre find out what is wrong. She is allowed to identify herself so he knows that she speaks on my behalf.

Svafa: Yes Lord. It will be done.
*A moment later a woman named Hirst who approaches Rwos wearing a NRI uniform. Seemingly to materilize out of the shadows, She stops next to Rwos*

Hirst: Hello, Rwos. You recently activated a device that Lord Odin gave you. Do not be startled. My name is Hirst, I am a member of Lord Odin's Valkyries. He has ordered me to inquire what you need, and if necessary provide you with a means to talk with him personally.

11-13-2002, 02:51 AM
Rwos: *almost to himself* Valkeyries? From what I've discovered, why am I not surprised?

*Rwos continues to stare at Deac through the window* Ask your master...has he ever heard of the Blood Scrolls?

11-13-2002, 11:41 AM
*Kioet walks slowly down the hall, with his head pointed towards the ground*

Kioet: Why would they want to track us? Oh well, at the very least, I did get something out of this trip. I do wish I could at least get one of those awesome Vanguard suits. They were really fascinating.

*Kioet looks at one of the Vanguard that's escorting him and Nimalf out*

Kioet to vanguard, jokingly: So, is there a place where I can sign up to become part of the Vanguard team?

11-13-2002, 02:00 PM
*Reletha is outraged at the shooting of the shuttle*

Reletha: It should have been disabled! That diplomat could have been defecting to our cause

*Lokpihet stands*

Lokpihet: Reletha, leave the council chamber. It is no place for a woman such as yourself

Reletha: You think yourself a true heir, but where were you when our father fell?

Lokpihet: I was learning the ways of the sith as instructed by Lord Syrnl. As I recall, you were on Coruscant.

Reletha: Finding more Darkstar Knights.

Lokpihet: I have created a base of power for our family!

Reletha: And how many times have I fought Deac Starkiller to protect our family

Lokpihet: I severed his arm!

Reletha: And were beaten by the gargoyle. I fought Starkiller when he was not mech!

Lokpihet: Go, Reletha. Just go.

*Reletha leaves, fury in her eyes and goes back to her chambers. She sits at her desk and opens a secure channel*

Reletha: Lord Cracken, if you can hear this...you need to know something...

I will help you kill Lokpihet Darkstar....


*Deac exits the ward and sees Rwos*

You coming along on this one?

11-13-2002, 02:11 PM
*Odin and Vidar move into the Communications room, so they could talk more easily with Rwos and Hirst*

Hirst: I will relay the message.

*Pulling out a special comm link*
Hirst speaking into the com link: Sir, Rwos is inquiring whether or not we have any knowledge pretaining to the Blood Scrolls.

Odin: Blood Scrolls, that sounds familar. Vidar do you know anything about this?

Vidar: Yes I do. The scrolls are called Blood Scrolls since they were written in blood. We have possesion of the scrolls. In fact I was just going over them a little while back. They are strange.

Odin: Hirst tell Rwos that we have the Blood Scrolls, and put him on. I whish to speak with him directly.

Hirst: Yes sir

*turning to Rwos*

Hirst: Rwos, we have heard of the Blood Scrolls. In fact we posses them. Lord Odin would like to speak with you about this.

*Hirst gives Rwos the comm link*

11-13-2002, 04:09 PM
*Flax sits at his desk.*

Comm: a message from Lord Cracken sir.

Flax: Play it.


*Flax winced*: Lord Cracken, I'm afraid with the re-enstatement of the civilian goverment I have reverted to the rank of General.

I'm sorry to here about the loss of you're envoy, however I fail to see how this directly relates to the Republic.

*Flax hits the transpit button.*

Flax: It appears the Sith Lord requires our help.

Sophae: Do you trust him?

Flax: Of course not, he's a Sith.

Sophae: Why did you send Kal with Deac?

Flax: You know why.

Sophae: Either you want to protect Deac or you think Deac will protect Kal.

Flax: Both. Kal needs a master and Deac needs a pupil. He's spent too long just looking after himself, he needs responsibility.

11-13-2002, 07:24 PM
*Irvine sitting in his own chair at the council meeting, ignoring the small confernation with the siblings, thinking about what has happened prior...

Irvine was being escorted by Vangaurd and to be brought to his own small mininum confenment til he could be questioned about his motives, He was just about to be put in a holding cell til Marcus runs up to the escort.*

Marcus: "Vangaurd release him... Irvine, there has been a needing of you in the Council Chambers, and your questioning of your motives would be questioned there, not only that the other motives that the council shall make after the events of the shuttle shooting..."

*The Vangaurd release him, and he leaves with Marcus. Now after the slight disagreement with Lokpihet and Reletha, He coudl be questioned...*

Ivan: "So, Irvine, what were you doing with those perisoners?"

Ravan interupting: "If we were to trust you with any power, you shant be taking such actions with out our piroir notivication."

Irvine: "In the interest of the Council of course, at certain times things have to be done with out Council guidence, but what I was doing there had some personal matters and other interests with the council as well... I had the persioners implanted with nanobiotic transmitters that would give their positions to anywhere they are in the galaxy. And that type of nanotransmitters cant be removed in anyway, because its really a series of microscopic nanos..."

Marcus: "Get on with it..."

Irine after a sigh: "Basically I offered them to be spies for us, and if they fail, they die, becuase the little second function of the nanos are small detonators, which would basically tear the body inside out, it would kill them, just the mere pain of it all would. Of course It wouldn't take very long, but they don't know that."

Ravan: "Seems reassonable, but don't do anything of the sort again with our consent."

Irvine: "Why? The matter was brought to me personally, so i took care of it. It's not my mistake, its yours."

Ivan: "Alright, stop, lets get on with it. what are we going to do about the Republic and the Imperial Loyalists? Only one third of the Imperial Navy had defected and theres hardly a Glactic Republican Naval fleet ready of combat, regaurdless of how much we have the supplys of an Army there useless unless we have a mode of transportating them..."

11-13-2002, 09:21 PM
((OOS: scar, that was mean :( but don't edit it. :) ))

Cmdr. Cracken
11-13-2002, 09:32 PM
*Ord Biniir. Above it's orbit, a golan defense platform, and with it, three squadrons of TIE Advanced. It's personal had been training for war since the secession.

They didn't realize the magnatude of the Loyalists forces.

From nothing, a Super Star Destroyer and it's support fleet of 5 STar Destroyers dropped out of hyperspace. They scrambled, and began firing.

On the Bridge, Tojo watched calmly.*

Tojo: Raise shields, prepare for impacts. Launch fighters, 3 squads of Defenders, bring down there fighters. Have the fleet encircle the planet, i want nothing to escape.
The Vengence will take care of that Golan platform.

*The massive warship closed in, her fighters launched from her belly like broodlings. They closed in on teh TIE advanced, and began to slowly, but surly, destroyed them. As the SUper Star Destroyer closed in, it unleashed a hellish barrage, ripping teh Golan II platform apart. Tojo smiled*
Begin landing. take the planet.

11-14-2002, 12:02 AM
Rwos: Yes. Give me a moment, I'll catch up.

*into the comlink* A group of the Blood scrolls has recently come into my possession. I find some of what they say extremely...interesting. According to the text that could be decoded, a section of the Scrolls were entrusted to the Aesir - obviously, to you - by something called the "Norns" that one of the mages who wrote them was friendly with. I also noticed the text of some of the scrolls was written in a dialect similar to that I saw on your planet, several thousand years in the past...


*The Vanguards escort Nimalf and Kioet to Farran's office*

Farran: *speaks but does not turn to face them* I am going to ask you a few questions. If you do not answer them satisfactorally, you will both be executed.

How and why did you two get here?

11-14-2002, 12:12 AM
*Kioet looks up*

Kioet: "We were just having a little fun, stalking this guy named Chavos, and were wondering why he was taken here as a prisoner, and what is so important about him..."

*Kioet begins to crack a smile*

11-14-2002, 12:24 AM
Farran: That doesn't answer the how part. I'm waiting.


*Starr stared at Alys. It took him a moment to realize what she was upset about. And then he didn't understand it. It's not as if "Sithspit" was a racial slur...

Starr sensed his master's presence*

11-14-2002, 12:34 AM
Kioet: How? I was invited for a ride.

11-14-2002, 01:17 PM
*Odin now remembers the Blood Scrolls*

Odin: Yes we know all of that. The Norns are three women. That is all I will discuss about them at the moment. After being written the Norns kept half of the scrolls. While your mages kept the other half. Currently the scrolls we have are safely in our archives. Since you seem so interested in this, you might also like to know that we have records about the meeting between the Norns and the Mages. If you want we will transport you here so you can look at the scrolls.

*Odin mutes the comm*

Odin: Vidar, could you send a message to the Norns. Tell them we have recieved a query about the Blood Scrolls*

Vidar: I get right to it.

*Vidar moves to a terminal and begins to type a message to the Norns. Odin turns the comm back on and waits for Rwos answer*