NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Well, Imma go future tech, but only in this forum. I'll explain the arrangement in the post that will follow. Oh and more detail about me will come with every post.)

Space the... err... 66th Frontier. Right after time and before... the sea! Yeah that's it. The Island of Rose.... hundreds? Or is it thousands? Err, I don't know, a really, really, really, long time ago. The Rosians were getting overpopulated on their little Island home on Earth. Of course since their space technology was freakishly advanced for some reason I cannot think of right now, they decided to move the entire population out of Earth. Yes, the entire population. For many years they traveled space, looking for some planet that can house them! They saw many strange things, including a five breasted woman with sixty arms, but that's another story and if I were to divulge deeper I would get the famous "DEAT" as it is called.

So let's continue!

After many years, though I don't know how long because I don't know the distance and frankly nobody cares, they arrived at a planet! It was sunny, full of water, and in the middle was a huge freakishly large Island. Yes I'm going with this explanation because I don't want to use a puppet. So let's continue. They landed on this Island to find... Roses! Hundreds of thousands of Roses! Can I get any more ironic?! I think I can!

And so there was peace! Peace everywhere! Until... cue the scary music! Is the scary music working? What do you mean the scary music isn't working? What do we have? We have "I'm Coming Out" by Diana Ross? Eh it works, sorry folks budget issues. Anywho, there was peace everywhere until... the thing was found! The almighty thing of doom! The thing so dangerous that it cannot be mentioned! That and I don't have a name so... bear with me. But who found it?

Errr... gimme a name. Let's see... I got it! I have a name! It's... Augustus. That's right he's so evil that he doesn't have a last name. That's right.... err... yeah. Anywho, he touched the thing... and note he was already a pissed off guy. So imagine. As soon as he touched... the thing... he became evil! Yes, ebil! And he gained Sith like powahs! Yes yes, we're gonna have a minor Star Wars theme going on, but I promise you all the ships will be custom.

He tested these powers on small things first, moving balls and the like. And as he grew up he got more BOLDER! Ironically he kept his rugged good looks, but that's another thing. Errr... I guess I should shut up that Diana Ross song. Okay it's off. Anywho, he started a movement of Sith! Training them personally and whatnot... but he found one gem. Alicia Dominica. Yes, every evil leader needs their evil assistant. And if she happens to wear spandex everyday even better.

After he had a huge friggen army of doom, he made a coup against the weak democratically elected Government! The fools! Hardy hardy har! Err... w00t. And he still looked good! Thus a campaign of conquest began! There were nine other planets in the System and the Old Republic had good relations with them... now they would be our BITCHES! Yes Augustus with Alicia leading his fleets swooped in and started conquering all! The ironic thing they were all planets with giant Islands too... yes I can't be more original, I'm sorry. Shoot me... wait put that gun down! I didn't mean it! Okay that's over with.

Now as soon as the other nine planets were conquered, thus follows the eventual rebellions and the putting down of the rebellions. Of course the war raged on for one hundred years, of course the ebil people won. Because if they didn't the past paragraphs would mean nothing and you would've shot yourself for wasting your time.

So now to today. High Imperator Augustus and his Head Commander Alicia Dominica was sitting in the giant palace in the capital planet... in the capital city. Rose.

Augustus was a good looking man, thanks to his Sith powah. On his hip was a lightsaber that used a yellow crystal. He basically looked like Anakin Skywalker from Episode III, with the dark ebil clothes and all. And if he was in his 40s. He was sitting on his majestic cheap chair thing of doom. He looked outside his unnessarily... or however you spell it... huge window. It was a large city, reminicent of Coruscant. Then again all the planets in the system had cities like that. But Rose was the biggest. He let out a smirk. "Ah... after years and years, we have finally become one. Alicia, are you ready for your training exercise?"

Alicia looked like that girl who screwed Luke Skywalker in the comics. You know with the red hair? Yes I forgot her name, but she looked like that so bare with me. She used a lightsaber, of course. And ironically enough she still also had those rugged good looks and the err... perky... things... that... are... round... I should stop. She drew out her lightsaber, the red light appearing just as fast. "I'll get you this time." She said.

Augustus merely let out a chuckled as his lightsaber flew and knocked Alicia out. He got it back and put it on his waist again. "Alicia you forgot the first rule of combat. If you let your guard down at any one moment you'll be bait for even the smallest Padawan. Now go, I have things to do."

Alicia merely bowed and left the room.

Augustus chuckled. "We've been in isolation for a rather long time. But I think it's time the universe knows we exist."

From: The Empire of Rosata Dexima
To: To Whom it may Concern

My name is High Imperator Augustus of the Empire of Rosata Dexima. We
have been in isolation for hundreds of years, of course this is bad for any
planet or Empire. Therefore we invite anybody from anywhere to join me for
a party. It will be aboard the IRS Imperator, my personal ship. The
location of the ship comes with the message. But there are a few conditions:

-No more then two bodyguards, and they must be unarmed.
-You must arrive in an unarmed, unescorted, transport ship.
-You must follow proper Rosatan etiquette.
-You will be respectful towards me and my Commander.
-No tricks.

We hope to see you there.
Augustus
High Imperator of Rosata Dexima

Tag. We will be watching you.

Tag. We will be watching you.

(And we'll be watching you watching us.)

I'll be watching with bated breath and ecocidal weaponry at the ready. ;)

I'll be watching with bated breath and ecocidal weaponry at the ready. ;)

(How can you watch anything when there's nothing to watch, as in somebody join in!)

Polus of the family Tybin, turned from his monitoring station to call to his commanding officer, around them the living facility hummed and made noises to itself.

"Sir, I think I just picked up a deep space signal.."

Commander Grelet came over and looked at the screen.

"No.. I'm mistaken sir, it was just static.."

The Commander nodded

"Ok Operator Polus, ignore it and scan a completely different part of space."

"Very good sir.."

Life went on at the Dargonese deep space monitoring station, calmly and peacefully..

From: The Empire of Rosata Dexima
To: To Whom it may Concern

My name is High Imperator Augustus of the Empire of Rosata Dexima. We
have been in isolation for hundreds of years, of course this is bad for any
planet or Empire. Therefore we invite anybody from anywhere to join me for
a party. It will be aboard the IRS Imperator, my personal ship. The
location of the ship comes with the message. But there are a few conditions:

-No more then two bodyguards, and they must be unarmed.
-You must arrive in an unarmed, unescorted, transport ship.
-You must follow proper Rosatan etiquette.
-You will be respectful towards me and my Commander.
-No tricks.

We hope to see you there.
Augustus
High Imperator of Rosata Dexima

The State Department picked up the message, and sent it over to the Secretary. He smiles, and sends it to the Jedi Temple. Let the Patriarch deal with this one.

Jedi Master Alexander Masaki recieved the notice, smiled, and called a Padawan named James Edogawa to him. "Padawan, you and I are talking a diplomatic trip today."

"Yes Master." The black haired boy bowed and followed in step behind the old Master. The two procured a shuttle and zoomed off into hyperspace as soon as they left Coruscant towards Rosata Dexima.

OOC: Well, I'd send somebody but all my main characters are pretty occupied right now. Once I free some people I'd be happy to send them.

As the Jedi transport arrived it was suddenly met with two IRF-111s. (http://img42.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img42&image=shuttlefofdoom5vr.gif) Yes I don't have DoGA. This is the the top view. The wings are simple too, just imagine an X-Wing, but making a V instead. You'll sort of get the idea.

One of the pilots, having the generic English accent, spoke up. "Hmmm... scanning. Ah, a transport from the planet of Coruscant. We've vaguely heard of them. Either way welcome to Rosata Dexima. This is the planet Roska, named after an ancient city. As you can see it's pretty much on the outskirts of the system. Anyway, here comes the Imperator."

The IRS Imperator (http://img8.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img8&image=shuttleofdoom3vf.gif) was an imposing sight. Yes I know the MS Paint thing says otherwise, but again no DoGa. So give me a break hm? It was about 10x the size of Vader's Executor in length, width, and pretty much everything. Of course the damned things are so big that there are only two. One for the High Imperator and one for his Commander, Alicia. The bridge was big too, of course.

After the fighters escorted them to the bottom of the IRS Imperator, the transport was of course sucked in via tractor beam into one of its many hangers.

Outside waiting for them were twenty Honor Guard units, or as they are known un-officially, Combat Sith. They wore white power suits, with big broad shoulder things and jetpacks! On their right wrist was a sort of wrist lightsaber that wasn't as long but thicker. Eh... I'll paint it later. They raised their arms and extended their wrist sabers. Almost touching each other and all in ceremonial white.

An officer, armed with a small blaster pistol of course, approached the shuttle as the docking door thing opened if you don't mind me adding this part. "Welcome to IRS Imperator." He said with another stereotypical English accent. "My name is Officer Gawolden Hans and I will be your escort. You will be led to a lobby inside the ship until Augustus himself can arrive. Any questions?"

A large, blue-white rift appeared in space. It undulated for a second, before a heavy cruiser battlegroup exited. Consisting of a heavy cruiser, four DSAs (read; dreadnoughts), sixteen frigates and a host of support craft stretched across several light-seconds, it was a fairly impressive site, and yet a small fraction of the Ineffable Empire's starfaring power.
From the heavy cruiser a single small craft was deployed. It was stealthy in design, but none of the active stealth mechanisms were activated. It was an Asceticism of Action class low-observability special warfare ship, currently acting as a runabout.
It fired off a tightbeam transmission to the IRS Imperator as it approached;
This is the Ineffable High Guard Vessel Vogon-Eater, present in response to your invitation. You should be able to note our weapons systems are unpowered. I can also assure you those on the ships in the battlegroup are also not loaded, though their weapons give off little in the way of energy signatures. In short, "We come in peace"

In the hangar of the Imperator, the sleek and streamlined ship looked mostly dark silver, but a hint of purple could be seen in the metal. A rectangular shape appeared in what had earlier appeared to be flawless metal, and a door slid away to the side, revealing three figures wearing suits of powered armour (http://aa.1asphost.com/AllyG/aran2.jpg).
One by one they exited the craft, and looked around the room, as if scanning it. The first walked up to the waiting greeting delegation.
"Take me to your leader."

Official Imperial Response

Rosians? Didn't we blow them up like a gazzilion years ago?

-Emperor Helldawg VI

][ You can't have a FUTURE if you don't have a PAST. Hint. Wink. WinkWinkHintHint. HINT PSST ROSE IT'S A HINT WINK WINK WINK! ][

(OOC: Fod... err... look a distraction!)

Admiral Johanthon Tonger. He was the IRS Imperator's Admiral, and of course Head of the Imperator's personal fleet. Which will appear now. Of course when he saw the giant Silveran fleet he was nervous. "Oy..." He said to himself. "Augustus is not going to like an entire foreign fleet around his personal starship. Luckily the wargame should be done." He sent out a transmission.

All Imperator Fleet Shuttles arrive towards location 4V, 18D.

All of a sudden a rift opened up and an immense Battlefleet appeared. Five Emperor Class Shuttles, twelve King Class Shuttles, and fifty Queen Class Shuttle arrived from there. And now to briefly describe them.

The Emperor Class was the size of Vader's Executor. Of course they were not the standard capital ship for the Rosatan Imperial Navy, they were too big. And as for looks imagine the IRS Imperator's looks, but smaller. Then came the King Class Shuttles. Twelve of them of course, same looks of the Imperator, but just imagine the size between an Executor and a normal Star Destroyer. But it was still too big to be a capital ship. This is where the Queen Class Shuttle comes in. The exact size of the Star Destroyer with the looks of the IRS Imperator.

And from those large shuttles arrived hundreds and possibly thousands of small IRF-111s. Of course it was all for show, but you can never be too careful. And so the Admiral breathed a sigh of relief. "At least Augustus won't be mad." He said to himself.

Meanwhile inside the IRS Imperator

The Honor Guard of course was there... looking... honorable. Ish. Yeah. And the standard generic Officer was there to greet them. "Hello. The High Imperator is not here yet, but we will take you to a lobby where all of the other guests will be waiting. Are there any questions?" He said in that stereotypical accents we love oh so much.

TAG ~ I'm gonna get you TIOR, ^_^

As the Jedi transport arrived it was suddenly met with two IRF-111s. (http://img42.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img42&image=shuttlefofdoom5vr.gif) Yes I don't have DoGA. This is the the top view. The wings are simple too, just imagine an X-Wing, but making a V instead. You'll sort of get the idea.

One of the pilots, having the generic English accent, spoke up. "Hmmm... scanning. Ah, a transport from the planet of Coruscant. We've vaguely heard of them. Either way welcome to Rosata Dexima. This is the planet Roska, named after an ancient city. As you can see it's pretty much on the outskirts of the system. Anyway, here comes the Imperator."

The IRS Imperator (http://img8.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img8&image=shuttleofdoom3vf.gif) was an imposing sight. Yes I know the MS Paint thing says otherwise, but again no DoGa. So give me a break hm? It was about 10x the size of Vader's Executor in length, width, and pretty much everything. Of course the damned things are so big that there are only two. One for the High Imperator and one for his Commander, Alicia. The bridge was big too, of course.

After the fighters escorted them to the bottom of the IRS Imperator, the transport was of course sucked in via tractor beam into one of its many hangers.

Outside waiting for them were twenty Honor Guard units, or as they are known un-officially, Combat Sith. They wore white power suits, with big broad shoulder things and jetpacks! On their right wrist was a sort of wrist lightsaber that wasn't as long but thicker. Eh... I'll paint it later. They raised their arms and extended their wrist sabers. Almost touching each other and all in ceremonial white.

An officer, armed with a small blaster pistol of course, approached the shuttle as the docking door thing opened if you don't mind me adding this part. "Welcome to IRS Imperator." He said with another stereotypical English accent. "My name is Officer Gawolden Hans and I will be your escort. You will be led to a lobby inside the ship until Augustus himself can arrive. Any questions?"
"I am Master Alex Masaki and this is my Padawan James Edogawa. I do not have any questions at this time. Please lead the way."

The Honor Guard lowered their arms as the three people left. They entered a hallway that was being patrolled by Imperial Rosatan Soldiers. Doesn't everything sound more important with the word Imperial? Anywho. They weren't in full body armor so to say. As in, they didn't look like Stormtroopers. They looked more like the marines from HALO 2, body armor wise. They had a helmet that covered their face, of course. Every evil leader's soldiers needs anonymous uniforms! The rifle they were carrying was the IAR (http://img76.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img76&image=iar0au.png). The Imperial Assualt Rifle. Of course it fired lasers, and functioned just like a normal assualt rifle. With the energy and all.

They then approached an elevator, which went up... and up... and up... and up... and up... and up... and stop. Collaberate and listen... err... sorry I had a Vanilla Ice moment there. Let me continue.

They arrived at their floor and I must say the lobby looked good. It looked like a futuristic French ballroom with a balcony for important people to speak. Some Mozart was playing of course, don't ask me how we preserved the notes. And many dignitaries from the other planets of the Empire were there. Including Governers and Head Commanders. But all under Augustus' iron fist of course.

As soon as they arrived the Officer said. "There is food and drinks, they are free. You may talk with anyone and do anything. But we have cameras. So watch yourself."

Note since the Governers and Commanders were appointed, they were appointed for a reason. They were Sith, all of them. All of them had a lightsaber hidden and all of them could command the force in some way. Of course they had that diplomatic look, but they could be ebil if need be.

Then Governer Cornerio Frazir of the Planet Rosktai approached the two Jedi. "Ah, you must be Foreign dignitaries. From where do you hail?" He said in a friendly manner.

"The Imperial Republic of Coreworlds." Master Masaki said cordially, sipping a random drink of rice tea. "Or more broadly, the Galactic Republic, once the Galactic Empire."

The Jedi Master could easily sense the Dark Side within the dignitaries, being a former Dark Lord himself. Interesting. Perhaps they're Sith...

Cornerio nodded. "Interesting."

The Jedi Master could easily sense the Dark Side within the dignitaries, being a former Dark Lord himself. Interesting. Perhaps they're Sith...

He raised his brow. "Did you say something? Anyway, I am Governor Cornerio Frazir of Rosktai. One of the planets of the Empire of Rosata Dexima."

He sent out a code thought towards the Sith in the lobby. "The hand is cold." Which basically meant, watch out for these two Jedi of doom. Eh.

He chuckled. "Tell me, how was your trip towards the Imperator? And what do you think of it? Very big yes?"

"Very grand and...imperial." The Patriarch of the Masaki Clan smiled, perhaps coldly, perhaps not. One couldn't tell. "I look forward to meeting the Imperator himself."

Padawan Edogawa let his master do all the talking, listening and learning, as a Padawan should.

Cornerio smiled. "Yes. They say he's hundreds of years old, but he doesn't look a day past forty."

He looked at the Padawan. "Is this your younger brother? Or a bodyguard?" He chuckled. "Or is he your grandson? Because he's too young to be either."

Meanwhile more guests started to arrive. These weren't Sith, but they were very high ranking officers of the Imperial Rosatan Armed Forces. Admirals, Captains, and the like. Though some were Sith, most didn't even believe in the Force.

Cornerio looked at the new guests. "Ah it looks as if the party is getting bigger."

bump I wouldn't mind talking with some nations about selling me some of their older space tech.

Cornerio smiled. "Yes. They say he's hundreds of years old, but he doesn't look a day past forty."

He looked at the Padawan. "Is this your younger brother? Or a bodyguard?" He chuckled. "Or is he your grandson? Because he's too young to be either."

Meanwhile more guests started to arrive. These weren't Sith, but they were very high ranking officers of the Imperial Rosatan Armed Forces. Admirals, Captains, and the like. Though some were Sith, most didn't even believe in the Force.

Cornerio looked at the new guests. "Ah it looks as if the party is getting bigger."
"No, just my latest apprentice." Alex smiled as more guests arrived. "Yes, indeed."

Cornerio raised his brow... again... w00t. "Oh really? What are you teaching him?"

Cornerio raised his brow... again... w00t. "Oh really? What are you teaching him?"
"Oh, you know, the usual." The old man said. "The ways of the Force."

Cornerio's eyes bulged. There were people outside of Rosata Dexima who knew about the force?! Impossible! Of course he had to be dignified so he immediately became normal again.

He looked at the Padawan. "The Force eh?" Trying to look as normal as possible. "You know if I remember right there should be a small academy inside the ship. Maybe your Padawan can go there and test his skill against the other Padawans."

Another thought. 20 deck, stop. He said telepathically. Now they were being watched extra closely, can't trust a bunch of Jedi in a Sith meeting. Look what happened to all the other Darths hm?

He cleared his throat. "My I wonder when Augustus will arrive..."

"The testing might be possible, but later on." Alex waved it off, though James seemed pretty eager about that. Now where's that Augustus?

(OOC: Imma continue this tommorow. Basically when there are more guests. People feel free to be at the lobby already, and errr.... mingle amongst yourselves.)

OOC: I'll get involved for a time, by your leave of course.

The Emperor’s orders reverberated throughout Lucius’ mind as he nimbly piloted his ship, a modified Archon II corvette that was stripped for speed and painted for diplomacy through the ebbs and tides of Quasi-space.

“Brother Lucius, I have need of your…unique talents. Recently, a newly ascendant space empire has revealed themselves. I would like you to meet with their representatives and assess their policies, specifically their policies regarding to aliens. I have taken the liberty of having your ship prepped for launch, go now. The party is already underway.”

“By your leave, Emperor. But if I may ask, why this particular group? What makes them so important?” Lucius heard himself say, going over his memories with a fine tooth comb, recalling each and every one of note to his present assignment.

”I have been doing some calculations and…let’s just say that I think there is more to this group than meets the eye.”

Suddenly, a loud ‘ping’ roused Lucius from his recollections. He was at the target coordinates, now all he had to do was open a portal into real space and request permission to dock for the partiee.

A single, hellish green portal only meters bigger than the corvette itself simply winked into existence outside the monstrous vessel where the party was being held. That very same portal spit out Lucius and his corvette easily, like a child spitting out a fruit seed.

Opening a channel to the vessel, he said “This is diplomatic corvette 102 requesting permission to land.”

Then, he leaned back in his chair and waited for the reply.

Two IRF-111s approached the corvette. "This is F-27 to Corvette 102, we heard you. Come on."

Of course by now there was entire fleet surrounding the IRS Imperator and by God they were huge. Fighters of course were still rushing out, some flying around and others landing on the planet nearby? Why? To look imposing of course! Every evil Empire needs to have an imposing fleet, it's the law! No seriously it is, I could be arrested for doing less.

The corvette was escorted inside on the various hangers of the IRS Imperator and of course when the door opened they saw the Honor Guard with wrist lightsabers extended and whatnot. Down the hall, through the elevator and there was teh party! W00t, w00t! And whatnot and yes... and I can't stop... I just did.

Meanwhile

Augustus was already inside the IRS Imperator, but he wanted to see his new guests mysteriously from the camera.... all evil like. "Hmm... focus on those two." The camera zoomed in on both Jedi. Augustus replied. "Yes... they're different from us, but are the same too. Well I might as well appear hm?"

The music stopped and up on the balcony was Augustus looking good in a military diplomatic clothes thing. And next to him was Alicia, in spandex of course. It's another evil rule there. "Welcome guests! Welcome to my flagship! I hope the food is good and the wine is delicious! I am High Imperator Augustus and this is my Supreme Commander Alicia Dominica." She merely nodded. "If you feel the need to talk to me, merely approach me and talk. We're all friends here yes?"

He jumped from the balcony, among gasps of course and approached the giant table of doom to eat food of doom and quench his thirst... of evil!

(The High Imperator Augustus (http://www.kidstribute.com/tribute_objects/images/stars/michael_york.jpg) and err... I'm still trying to find a pic for Alicia so eh.)

Lucius stepped out of the corvette and looked at his surroundings. Everything seemed large and imposing, almost gothic in a way. There were white-armored infantry present, apparently an honor guard with their energy-sabers extended. He'd heard tales of the 'Geedi' and their mysterious, physics raping powers, and he'd heard of the weapons they used. Quite similar to what he saw extended upwards in a sign of respect, actually.

Lucius nodded and said "Thank you. I think I can find my way."

Then, he turned towards his ship and said "Alright you two, come on. But remember, no weapons"

At his behest, two great, hulking, and excessively well armored soldiers stepped out of the corvette, barely fitting out of the hatch. The reflective visor of their helmets obscuring their faces from view as the tiny mind shields clipped to their belts clouded their minds, keeping them quite safe from any attempts at telepathy or control.

Lucius whirled around and walked to the elevator, scarcely waiting for his bodyguards to catch up. Pushing a button, he found himself whisked away to the party.

"You guys can just stay towards the edges of the room. I wouldn't want you to make a scene, nor do I want you two to scare away the ladies. Now, I'm going to mingle. Remember my orders. You can jump in if necessary, but if you two scare away my prospects for a companion this evening, I'll have you punished."

On that note, Lucius went to the bar (what is a diplomatic gala without a bar?) and ordered himself a drink. That task done, he began looking for the leader he was supposed to meet with, hopefully he'd find the man early enough so that he would still have enough time to mingle with the other (feminine) guests.

Choosing a likely candidate, Lucius approached the man and said quizzically 'Lord Augustus?'

OOC: Ah! The Antichrist Stone Alexander cometh! *beats him with a pointy stick* XD
Ol' Alex is:
http://www.maarasuniverse.com/EPII/dooku.jpg

IC:
"Impressive entrance, Lord Augustus." Alex clapped. "Impeccible timing."

The High Imperator approached both of his guests. "Ah. Foreign dignitaries, welcome. I hope the trip was good." Not really he hoped that the trip was horrible for them. And yes he really does sound like Michael York. He shook both of their hands. "As you can see we spare no expense for our parties." Not really the entire thing was built by slaves.

He looked at Alexander. Of course he could feel the Force inside of him, but he acted normal. Hell he even brought it up as a dicussion. "Ah... a fellow Force user. Just like me, but a bit different... hm." Rosatan Sith were... innocent in a way. They thought they were the only users and that the Dark Side was the only Side. Of course they might be proven wrong, but eh. "So tell me, where do you live and how's it go there?"

He chuckled. "And what do you think of the Imperator, large yes?"

The High Imperator approached both of his guests. "Ah. Foreign dignitaries, welcome. I hope the trip was good." Not really he hoped that the trip was horrible for them. And yes he really does sound like Michael York. He shook both of their hands. "As you can see we spare no expense for our parties." Not really the entire thing was built by slaves.

He looked at Alexander. Of course he could feel the Force inside of him, but he acted normal. Hell he even brought it up as a dicussion. "Ah... a fellow Force user. Just like me, but a bit different... hm." Rosatan Sith were... innocent in a way. They thought they were the only users and that the Dark Side was the only Side. Of course they might be proven wrong, but eh. "So tell me, where do you live and how's it go there?"
"Well, we're part of a large and powerful Galactic Republic that has many nations in it as delegates." Alex answered. "There are many like your people, those utilizing the Force for whatever they choose to do with it, either gain power or keep the peace."

He chuckled. "And what do you think of the Imperator, large yes?"
"Yes, quite so. It could perhaps match our own Battleships." Alex complimented.

Augustus nodded. "Really? You think Rosata Dexima is a candidate for joining?"

Alicia appeared from behind Augustus, of course he sensed her. "Ah Alicia, you must meet our guests. These two are from the Galactic Republic." He looked at the Facehuggerians. "And... well I haven't had the chance to meet you."

Alicia bowed. Of course she was in ceremonial black spandex, of course. This err... acentuated her features. And from her waist was her lightsaber, of coruse. "My name is Alicia Dominica. I am Supreme Commander of Rosata Dexima's Armed Forces." Alicia wasn't one for social gatherings.

Augustus chuckled. "Yes. Tell me more of this Republic."

Augustus nodded. "Really? You think Rosata Dexima is a candidate for joining?"

Alicia appeared from behind Augustus, of course he sensed her. "Ah Alicia, you must meet our guests. These two are from the Galactic Republic." He looked at the Facehuggerians. "And... well I haven't had the chance to meet you."

Alicia bowed. Of course she was in ceremonial black spandex, of course. This err... acentuated her features. And from her waist was her lightsaber, of coruse. "My name is Alicia Dominica. I am Supreme Commander of Rosata Dexima's Armed Forces." Alicia wasn't one for social gatherings.
"Charmed. Alex Masaki, Jedi Master." Alex said with a flourish.
"I'm Padawan James Edogawa, but uh, call me Jimmy." Jimmy the apprentice smiled brightly.

Augustus chuckled. "Yes. Tell me more of this Republic."
"It has been around for over 25,000 years. Recently, it's entered into a series of alternating governments from Republic to Empire and back. Quite annoying really. I wish the leadership would make up their minds." Alex smiled at his little joke.

Alicia merely bowed.

Augustus chuckled. "Really? 25,000 years? That's a rather long time. Rose, the home planet, was settled around... 20,000 years ago I think. It co-existed with other planets, of course it was united. Under my rule." He said that with a bit humor.

"So." He questioned. "You never told me if Rosata was a candidate for joining this Republic."

He looked at the Facehuggerians. "And... well I haven't had the chance to meet you."

OOC: Sorry for the lateness in replying. I've been exercising.

IC: Lucius bowed and smilied. "My name is Lucius, I represent the Human Empire of most Holy Terra. And these two..." He made a gesture to his left, vaguely towards his two bodyguards. "...are my bodyguards, Kull and Conan."

Pausing for a moment to let what he said sink in, although there certainly wasn't much sinking to do, Lucius noticed the spandex clad angle hovering near Augustus. He took her hand swiftly and confidently, as is common practice for humans throughout the galaxy. But then he did something different, a custom long thought dead outside of the Empire proper. He kneeled down and kissed her hand. Looking upward with a predatory glint in his eyes, he said "And this must be the infamous Lady Dominica."

While his body wanted to continue as it was, the cold and calculating, almost machinelike part of his mind realized that he had to get on with business. To that end, he released the lady's hand and turned to face Augustus. "I am here to learn of your people, to hear of your deeds and accomplishments, to learn of your society and how your people live. In short, I wish to learn of you."

Alicia merely bowed.

Augustus chuckled. "Really? 25,000 years? That's a rather long time. Rose, the home planet, was settled around... 20,000 years ago I think. It co-existed with other planets, of course it was united. Under my rule." He said that with a bit humor.

"So." He questioned. "You never told me if Rosata was a candidate for joining this Republic."
"It's most assuredly a candidate or else I wouldn't be here, although some might balk at the idea of yet another Sith empire in the Republic." Alex assured Augustus. "Personally, I feel that's rubbish, since there are instances where Jedi and Sith have lived peacefully without bloodshed."

Alicia simply removed her hand and scoffed. "Hmph."

Augustus smiled. "Excuse her. She doesn't like galas like this. Well, where to begin. My people are the Rosatans. About 30,000 years ago we immigrated from Earth... it was a nice planet. We came from an Island, the Island of Rose. It was a superpower on the international scene, never destroyed or invaded successfully!" He said that with a bit of pride.

He chuckled. "Of course we were getting overpopulated, we had to go. Since the Rosians had an advanced space program, they were able to transport the entire population and go to space. For 10,000 years they traveled. Looking for a new planet to live in. Then we found, Rose."

He continued. "Rose is a water planet, minus the giant Island that inhabits it. They settled, and grew. A Republic emerged, and the other planets near the systems were settled, all having their own Governments. We were mostly a loose Confederacy. Then 110 years ago-"

Alicia interjected. "You appeared."

Augustus smiled. "Yes. The Republic was too weak and bureucratic, I of course rose up and decided to strengthen it. Thus the 100 Year War of Unification began. My fleets fought theirs in a long war, but in the end we won. And the loose Confederacy became the Empire of Rosata Dexima."

He chuckled. "For 10 years we re-built, especially our Armed Forces. And especially our Navy. As you can see it's very big. Now we have a strong military state, all because of me... and the Force. And when I die, Alicia shall take over."

Alicia merely nodded.

Augustus continued. "Our Society is good. The people have many personal freedoms, all they have to do is not get in the way of the Rosatan Empire, and that's very easy. Our ancestors always gave the People personal freedoms, I continue that tradition. Anymore questions?"

"It's most assuredly a candidate or else I wouldn't be here, although some might balk at the idea of yet another Sith empire in the Republic." Alex assured Augustus. "Personally, I feel that's rubbish, since there are instances where Jedi and Sith have lived peacefully without bloodshed."

Augustus chuckled. "Ah yes. The relics we found on the other planets mentioned Jedi. The history is... diverse to say the least. I assure you I do not believe in that good vrs. evil rubbish. The only reason the Jedi have been at war with the Sith is because the Jedi provoke the Sith. Though the Sith are no better. But we assure you we are not as imperialist as you think." He gave a small wink at Alex.

Augustus chuckled. "Ah yes. The relics we found on the other planets mentioned Jedi. The history is... diverse to say the least. I assure you I do not believe in that good vrs. evil rubbish. The only reason the Jedi have been at war with the Sith is because the Jedi provoke the Sith. Though the Sith are no better. But we assure you we are not as imperialist as you think." He gave a small wink at Alex.
Alex smiled as finally, there's someone who shares his views! "Wouldn't think of it!'

Augustus chuckled. "Wonderful then! Consider Rosata Dexima a future ally. I will send Alicia to Coruscant to negotiate terms, if she wants it."

Alicia replied in a low tone. "If you wish it Master. It shall be done."

Augustus smiled. "Good. So tell me Alex, I already told you the History of the Empire here, why don't you tell me the Republic's? Or at least yours."

(OOC: We can make an RP outta this visit)

Lucius smiled. The man had provided all the right answers. In many ways, the Empire of Rosata Dexima mirrored his own Empire. There remained but one final, and most crucial question. A question that could potentially color relations between the two Empires for centuries, nay millennia to come.

"What does your government think of alien species, Lord Augustus?" Lucius asked, completely casually and without concern. His centuries of diplomatic experience took over as he assumed a complete poker face, nary a trace of emotion leaving his body.

Augustus chuckled. "Well if they don't want to destroy us, I can tolerate even the strangest alien. But I must say that humans are the aliens in the Universe in a way."

Alicia let out a small scoff. "That's so true." She merely mumbled.

A tiny spark quickly flashed before Lucius' eyes before it was speedily squelched. Was it of rage? Recognition? Understanding? Only Lucius knows the answer to that. Maintaining his emotionless gaze, he began to reply. "I see. But if the alien race is, say...a threat, you have no problems with...'aggressive bargaining' to 'put an end to hostilities' then? Even if something like the annhilation of that race was deemed necessary to safeguard your own people?"

Lucius' mind was in overdrive, choosing his words with as much care as possible. These next few minutes would be very important in the scheme of things.

Augustus pondered for a moment, a difficult question indeed. He merely said one sentence. "Anything to protect my people is a good thing, even if it means the annilation of a race."

Alicia looked at Augustus. She then looked at the Facehuggians. Via telepathy she said to Augustus. I don't trust them Imperator, watch yourself.

Augustus nodded. Me neither. Luckily we hold an advantage. And I can't see what they're thinking either... He replied.

Lucius smiled with a big, toothy, and disarming grin. He'd heard what he needed. Or some semblance thereof. "I understand. You are willing to do anything to protect your people, and I deeply respect that. I shall be frank with you. My government sent me here to assess your culture and people, to see if your policies are compatible with ours. An obvious prerequisite to any sort of treaty or diplomatic juggling. Indeed, if you had turned out to be unwilling to safeguard your own people through any means necessary, I likely would have returned to my home with ill tidings for my leader. Of course, no military action would come of it, for you are still human, but we would have likely given you the proverbial 'cold shoulder' in our interactions. I find this way more appealing."

Lucius stopped for a moment to catch his breath before continuing. "I admit that I had my concerns. The Sith I met have been practically insane, incapable of rational thought or mutual assistance. It was every man for himself in the Sith theoracracies I've seen. But in your society, I see something special. Intelligent, Competent Sith. And for that, I am impressed."

Augustus chuckled. "Do you know why both the Sith Empires and Jedi Republics have fallen? The Sith had a powerful war machine, but they were incapable of thinking in the long term and lacked any diplomatic refinement. The Jedi on the other man were wonderful diplomats and were intelligent, but they were slow to act and usually weak."

He smiled. "We have combined both principles into the training of our Sith. Call us, liberal Sith or Light Sith, whatever you want. It would be stupid to be undiplomatic in this era of large militaries. You must be flexible. Walk softly, and carry a big sword so to speak. Now you can bring your leader good news."

He smirked. "And you won't lose your job too." He said this as a joke.

Augustus chuckled. "Do you know why both the Sith Empires and Jedi Republics have fallen? The Sith had a powerful war machine, but they were incapable of thinking in the long term and lacked any diplomatic refinement. The Jedi on the other man were wonderful diplomats and were intelligent, but they were slow to act and usually weak."

He smiled. "We have combined both principles into the training of our Sith. Call us, liberal Sith or Light Sith, whatever you want. It would be stupid to be undiplomatic in this era of large militaries. You must be flexible. Walk softly, and carry a big sword so to speak. Now you can bring your leader good news."

He smirked. "And you won't lose your job too." He said this as a joke.
"So is the way of the New Jedi Order recently." Alex said. "Conservatives obviously frown on that, but I teach my family and apprentices..." He smiled as his Padawan watched the diplomacy at work. "similar philosophies. Especially my grandson."

Augustus nodded. "Really? Then I'm sure the both of us will be best of friends. Maybe Alicia can visit this Jedi Temple I heard the relics mention."

Alicia simply shrugged.

He continued. "Tell me, who is your grandson?"

Augustus nodded. "Really? Then I'm sure the both of us will be best of friends. Maybe Alicia can visit this Jedi Temple I heard the relics mention."

Alicia simply shrugged.

He continued. "Tell me, who is your grandson?"
"His name is Daniel Masaki, Jedi Knight." Alex smiled proudly. "I'm of the opinion that he's one of the most powerful Jedi Knights you'll ever come across, and he's only 20 too! I hope I'm not boasting too much..."

Alicia stepped in front of Augustus, something rare on her part. He looked at Alex's eyes with an emotionless stare, but it had a look of passion at the same time. A sort of emotionless passion... eh. "Tell me, where can I find this Daniel Masaki?" She asked... with... no... emotion. Yargh.

Mere kilometres away from the Imperator, a ship pops into existance. Thin jointed spikes spread from the side of the ship and forward, like some spider's legs. Slowly, it accelerated towards the massive destroyed, gaining massive amounts of speed until it was going at the speed of some massive ballistic weapon. Then, as the "legs" touched the area of the ship around the docking bay, the ship completely stopped and lowered itself into the docking bay. From the side of the ship walked Tarenteor, old leader - and now exile - of Jangle Jangle Ridge.

Lucius smiled at the joke. "My good sir, the talents I possess are many and varied. It is just that I show a particular...aptitude amongst my peers for diplomacy. Although admittedly, I am more of the one eyed man in the kingdom of the blind. My people are warriors by nature, and negotiation does not come easy to most of us. Indeed, I am not particularly spectacular when it comes to diplomacy, but I am merely the best my people have now. The only one greater is currently lost."

Alicia stepped in front of Augustus, something rare on her part. He looked at Alex's eyes with an emotionless stare, but it had a look of passion at the same time. A sort of emotionless passion... eh. "Tell me, where can I find this Daniel Masaki?" She asked... with... no... emotion. Yargh.
Just the mention of Daniel...sheesh, damned female attraction genes. Alex shook his head. "Well, he's all over the galaxy at times, but you might catch him on Coruscant."

Alicia scoffed. Watch it old man. She told him telepathically. I only wish to duel him. Ah the stereotypical emotionless Sith, fun eh? She smirked. "Thank you."


Augustus smiled. "Hm, a warrior race. I'm sure our respective Empires will be allied for millenia to come. If anything, untl the Universe implodes." He chuckled.

He looked at both dignitaries. "As you can see, you have nothing to worry about and you have a new friend. Now I'd like to ask you a few questions. What do your respective nations believe in?

Meanwhile

Two ISF-111s approached the new craft with caution. It didn't look familiar so they approached it. "Unknown craft approaching, what do I do Command? Over."

"Ask for identification, it might be a friendly."

The pilot nodded. "All right. Craft, where do you come from and what is your designation?"

"We believe in the value of honor and strength. We do not suffer threats to our existence to live, a mindset born over twenty thousand years and three separate and equally devastating alien invasions. It is for that reason that I asked you your thoughts on alien species. If they are a threat to us, we exterminate them. I was there during the most recent invasion. I saw the death camps, the glassy fields, the gutted and charred remains of once glorious cities. Never again will I allow my home to be wiped clean. I'm sure you understand."

Lucius stopped suddenly, remembering the screams of his family and friends as they were taken away by the Vaaish for ‘experimentation.’ He frowned, their screams and wails coming back to him. He hadn't talked about the fall since...well, since the fall itself actually.

"Uh, where was I? Oh yes. Our government is an autocracy, lead by the Immortal Emperor on his throne at Terra. Politically, the populace has no rights to elect major government officials, nor do they have the right to protest our actions. They can petition the Emperor, but that is all. However, each and every citizen has certain lord given rights that cannot be infringed upon. Such as the right to worship as they please unless said worship harms another citizen of the Empire. Militarily, our Imperial Knights and warships are second to few, the only one that springs to mind being the Kanuckistani High Guard with their Battleplates. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

Augustus nodded. "Hm, reminds me of the Rosatan Empire. Fortunately I don't have any more questions."

He looked at Alex. "What about you?"

Augustus nodded. "Hm, reminds me of the Rosatan Empire. Fortunately I don't have any more questions."

He looked at Alex. "What about you?"
"We are a republican goverment, with a president and a senate. We were once a powerful and wise Empire, but circumstances have...eluded us and we lost our Emperor, my son." Alex said, not liking to remember his son's loss. Then he went on.

"We're a nation that abhors the dictatorship of the oppressed. Meaning that we have no love of a nation who treats its citizens like slaves." Alex went on. "We value the young highly, and you'd see that a lot of youngsters are in important positions. As a result we are also are probably as unpolitically correct a nation you can see in the Republic. We cut the crap right to the bone."

"We also tend to have a sense of justice and honor, which was cultivated when my father was in power as President long, long ago. Our nation therefore is highly regarded in the galactic scene, and we are loved by many and hated by those who wish to do ill to the innocent."

Augustus nodded. "Interesting."

He chuckled. "Well I can't keep you two waiting? If you want you can go back to your shuttles and leave. That, or explore the Imperator. Whatever you want, there's simply nothing else to talk about now hm?"

"By your leave, Lord Augustus, I would like to visit the training deck for your Sith Initiates. I should like to test my skills there." Lucius said, bowing curtly and waiting for a response.

Augustus nodded. "Interesting."

He chuckled. "Well I can't keep you two waiting? If you want you can go back to your shuttles and leave. That, or explore the Imperator. Whatever you want, there's simply nothing else to talk about now hm?"
"I'll look forward to officially vouching for you to enter the Republic." Alex said, getting up to shake Augustus's hand.

Augustus smiled. "Ah yes. The training deck. You."

An Honor Guard approached Lucius. Let me describe the looks of these things. Imagine a man in a powersuit, think as generic as you can. Good. Now, imagine it painted white. Now the shoulders, they are protected by broad cone thingies. On the tip of those cones is black. The chest is of course... imposing looking. It looks diplomatic if anything else, all white. On the back are two hidden triangle things that when they pop out they activate and are... jetpacks! W00t. Of course, there is the wrist lightsaber on their right wrist. And I think you have a good picture of how they are so let's continue.

The Honor Guard, looking as anonymous as ever, looked at Luscious. "I will take him to the Grounds Mi' Lord."

Augustus firmly shook Alex's hand. "Put in a good word for us hm? Do you want to join Lucious?"

The Guard escorted Luscious out of the room, with his two guards of course. Down the hall, take the elevator, down another hall, riverdance for the password and finally... the Sith Initiate Deck. Or SID. W00t.

It was for advanced Sith only. This was lightsaber vrs. lightsaber, no cheap swords. No deaths either, these were the best. There were fights everywhere, colors of all kind. It was basically a really big battle arena to simplify things.

The Guard looked at Lucius. "Enjoy yourself."

Augustus smiled. "Ah yes. The training deck. You."

An Honor Guard approached Lucius. Let me describe the looks of these things. Imagine a man in a powersuit, think as generic as you can. Good. Now, imagine it painted white. Now the shoulders, they are protected by broad cone thingies. On the tip of those cones is black. The chest is of course... imposing looking. It looks diplomatic if anything else, all white. On the back are two hidden triangle things that when they pop out they activate and are... jetpacks! W00t. Of course, there is the wrist lightsaber on their right wrist. And I think you have a good picture of how they are so let's continue.

The Honor Guard, looking as anonymous as ever, looked at Luscious. "I will take him to the Grounds Mi' Lord."

Augustus firmly shook Alex's hand. "Put in a good word for us hm? Do you want to join Lucious?"

The Guard escorted Luscious out of the room, with his two guards of course. Down the hall, take the elevator, down another hall, riverdance for the password and finally... the Sith Initiate Deck. Or SID. W00t.

It was for advanced Sith only. This was lightsaber vrs. lightsaber, no cheap swords. No deaths either, these were the best. There were fights everywhere, colors of all kind. It was basically a really big battle arena to simplify things.

The Guard looked at Lucius. "Enjoy yourself."
"Oh yes, I forgot." Alex smiled and walked down with the others, Jimmy following confidently.

"Cool!" The young apprentice grinned when he saw the place.

Lucius smilied at the enormity of the Arena. There were groups of Sith, wielding lightsabers of every imaginable color against each other. It reminded him of the gladitorial ampitheaters back home, used for training rather than the entertainment of their Roman templates. It was perfect for his purposes.

"Excuse me, I don't suppose I could borrow a Lightsaber?" He asked. While he *could* possibly go hand to hand against a lightsaber wielding opponent, he certainly didn't favor his chances in such an encounter.

While he waited in the heartbeat before a reply, he began going over all the myriad bladed combat forms he had picked up over the centuries, his brain recalling each with crystal clear perception. Sword-Kata, Drunken Gerbil, Quorn'orn, as well as the ever popular 'pointy end goes into the other guy.'

All of a sudden an orange single bladed lightsaber flew towards Jimmy, it was about to decapitate him but it flew back to the hands of a more experienced Master, Master G'tarr.

G'tarr growled as he grabbed the stray lightsaber. "Damn it Michael!" He yelled. "We're not like the Old Sith! Michael we cannot go killing every Force user like the Sith. That led to their downfall-"

Michael sighed. "-And that led to the rise of the weak Jedi Republics, I know I know. And the Jedi Republics fell because they were slow to act." He bowed. "I'm sorry."

G'tarr scoffed. "Sorry doesn't cut it." He then found out there were guests. "Ah guests!" A few seconds later. "And some Force users! Very similar to us. Welcome to the SID. A place where advanced Padawans train. This is Michael, he is a wonderful Counsolar but his saber throw needs work..."

Michael looked at Jimmy. "A Jedi, a real one. Looks like the ones we've learned about." He looked at G'tarr. "May I duel him Master?"

G'tarr chuckled. "Okay Michael. But no sabers, vibroswords. They're all over the place so just grab one. Until you're exhausted, and no force powers Michael, we need to help you be more physical. You're an excellent Counsolar, but a Sith practically lives with his lightsaber."

Michael merely nodded.

G'tarr looked at Jimmy. "Are you okay with it?" He then looked at Lucious, smirking. "Sure. Maybe we can fight while the kids fight themselves, same rules. No Force powers. Is that good?"

All of a sudden an orange single bladed lightsaber flew towards Jimmy, it was about to decapitate him but it flew back to the hands of a more experienced Master, Master G'tarr.
Jimmy ducked the lightsaber, instantly drawing his own. "The hell?!"

Alex was calmer, noticing how awkward the throw was. Definitely an apprentice. "Calm down, I'm sure it was a mistake."

G'tarr growled as he grabbed the stray lightsaber. "Damn it Michael!" He yelled. "We're not like the Old Sith! Michael we cannot go killing every Force user like the Sith. That led to their downfall-"

Michael sighed. "-And that led to the rise of the weak Jedi Republics, I know I know. And the Jedi Republics fell because they were slow to act." He bowed. "I'm sorry."

G'tarr scoffed. "Sorry doesn't cut it." He then found out there were guests. "Ah guests!" A few seconds later. "And some Force users! Very similar to us. Welcome to the SID. A place where advanced Padawans train. This is Michael, he is a wonderful Counsolar but his saber throw needs work..."
"And to keep that throw away from people!" Jimmy fumed. He already views Michael as a rival. "Let me duel this guy, Master."

"James." Alex warned him. "Keep your head on. You'll lose if you stay angry in battle like that."

Jimmy sighed and calmed down. "Yes, Master."

Michael looked at Jimmy. "A Jedi, a real one. Looks like the ones we've learned about." He looked at G'tarr. "May I duel him Master?"

G'tarr chuckled. "Okay Michael. But no sabers, vibroswords. They're all over the place so just grab one. Until you're exhausted, and no force powers Michael, we need to help you be more physical. You're an excellent Counsolar, but a Sith practically lives with his lightsaber."

Michael merely nodded.

G'tarr looked at Jimmy. "Are you okay with it?" He then looked at Lucious, smirking. "Sure. Maybe we can fight while the kids fight themselves, same rules. No Force powers. Is that good?"
Jimmy called a vibrosword to him. "No Force powers, right. I'm ready."

Lucius smilied. "But of course, with one slight change. You may use whatever force abilities you possess, so long as they are non lethal. I wish to face a true and nearly uninhibited Sith warrior as I would in a real fight."

Noticing a rack on a nearby wall full of vibroblades, Lucius smilied and picked up a particularly elegant vibrosaber, testing its balance and weight. Almost exactly like the dueling sabers he'd practiced with as a child. Utterly perfect.

Lucius raised his blade into his classic defensive pose, a perfect position to block and parry an incoming strike. Then, he asked "Are you ready?" with an otherworldly and seemingly underserved confidence.

(OOC: I'm not too sure on wether the fight is with a vibroblade or lightsaber. If it's a lightsaber, just imagine that Lucius picked up one of those instead. :p)

(OOC: Saber fight foo' :P)

G'tarr drew his lightsaber, it was a standard red. He smirked. "Ah very well then."

He did a few tricks with the blade, all mostly show. Then after a minute he chuckled. "Okay, enough of this. You want to fight a Sith? Very well."

He started charging towards him at full Force speed of course. Aka, very very fast. As soon as he was close enough for a strike he threw his lightsaber, it was a trick. Was he going to strike? Was the lightsaber going to hit him? Well instead he attempted to hold the hand that was holding Lucius' lightsaber, and give him an uppercut. After that he would put his arm behind his back, all getting his lightsaber in the end. But let's see what actually happens.

Meanwhile Michael called on for a vibroblade and chuckled. "Okay kid. Here I go."

He rushed towards Jimmy to do a basic vertical strike, he's not as experienced in combat you see.

Lucius watched the lightsaber coming towards him with a sort of impersonal, detached expression. He was calculating the exact sequence of motions he would have to make to dodge the saber and ensure he stayed out of way of the Sith Master's likely unarmed strikes at the same time. Needless to say, there weren't too many places he could go. The Sith lord was incredibly fast, and he would soon be upon Lucius. Indeed, a normal human would have already been out of the fight for his mind couldn't have processed what was happening fast enough to prevent it. But Lucius and the rest of the Brotherhood could think and react at speeds far faster than the pitiful, sluggish reactions of normal man.

Lucius did a quick leap to his rear while brandishing his lightsaber like a traditional saber, making a rapid cutting motion directly in front of him, at a place where, at present speed, the Sith lord would be right at that moment in time. But he did not wait to see the results of his strike. Lucius knew that melee fighting was all about leverage and angles, whomever could get the best would win regardless of strength. To that end, he moved diagonally to his left, putting him in a good position to strike at the Sith's unprotected rear, although it certainly wouldn't remain unprotected for long as the Sith would no doubt turn around.

But that was exactly what Lucius was counting upon as he brought his saber down into a low posture, weak to strike due to the awkward placement of his muscles, but in the perfect place to reach out with a sudden jab with his saber towards the Sith's lower torso. Which he did exactly .05 milliseconds later. No doubt the Sith lord would block the blow, but it was merely a feint anyway as Lucius' agile foot would reach out in a speedy and power laden kick. Of course, this Sith lord was also quite skilled, so there was no guarantee that he would not compensate..

Meanwhile Michael called on for a vibroblade and chuckled. "Okay kid. Here I go."

He rushed towards Jimmy to do a basic vertical strike, he's not as experienced in combat you see.
Jimmy blocked it, and attacked at Michael's midsection.

Lucius watched the lightsaber coming towards him with a sort of impersonal, detached expression. He was calculating the exact sequence of motions he would have to make to dodge the saber and ensure he stayed out of way of the Sith Master's likely unarmed strikes at the same time. Needless to say, there weren't too many places he could go. The Sith lord was incredibly fast, and he would soon be upon Lucius. Indeed, a normal human would have already been out of the fight for his mind couldn't have processed what was happening fast enough to prevent it. But Lucius and the rest of the Brotherhood could think and react at speeds far faster than the pitiful, sluggish reactions of normal man.

Lucius did a quick leap to his rear while brandishing his lightsaber like a traditional saber, making a rapid cutting motion directly in front of him, at a place where, at present speed, the Sith lord would be right at that moment in time. But he did not wait to see the results of his strike. Lucius knew that melee fighting was all about leverage and angles, whomever could get the best would win regardless of strength. To that end, he moved diagonally to his left, putting him in a good position to strike at the Sith's unprotected rear, although it certainly wouldn't remain unprotected for long as the Sith would no doubt turn around.

But that was exactly what Lucius was counting upon as he brought his saber down into a low posture, weak to strike due to the awkward placement of his muscles, but in the perfect place to reach out with a sudden jab with his saber towards the Sith's lower torso. Which he did exactly .05 milliseconds later. No doubt the Sith lord would block the blow, but it was merely a feint anyway as Lucius' agile foot would reach out in a speedy and power laden kick. Of course, this Sith lord was also quite skilled, so there was no guarantee that he would not compensate..
Alex watched with interest as Lucius seemed to flow into Form II lightsaber style, the style that he himself have studied for decades, along with Form III for blaster defense.

G'tarr knew what Lucius wanted him to do, but he knew better. A normal Padawan would've blocked the blow, but then he would've lost. G'tarr instead jumped towards a nearby wall that had a rack of double bladed lightsabers. He ran the wall for a bit and called for one of them. When he was a good distance away from him he threw his old single bladed lightsaber towards him. Then he landed on the floor and drew his double bladed, it was yellow.

The Sith Lord was shocked of course. "Heh, I've underestimated you. But I'm not that stupid." He smirked as he twirled his double bladed lightsaber. "You said non-lethal, well me drawing this baby isn't non-lethal..."

He started rushing towards him. Then as he was just as close as he was last time he started going in circles. After a few seconds, a bright flash of light so bright that it could blind.

All of a sudden, there were five G'tarrs surrounding Lucius. "Which is the real me?" They all said. "Give it a shot. If you strike me we'll dissappear." They all said.

The ironic thing was that the real G'tarr was on the roof looking at Lucius. As soon as he would strike one of the fake ones, he would jump and knock him out. But let's see what actually happens.

And of course Michael got blinded, allowing him to get hit in the midsection. Of course he was hit so hard he immediately gave up. "Agh! I give! I give!" He shouted. He walked back towards Alex. As he walked past him he shouted. "Agh! It hurts!"

He mumbled and looked at the scar that Jimmy caused him on the midsection. A wave of his hand, and poof the scar was gone. He shook his head. "Hell I'm not meant for combat." He mumbled.

Lucius smilied and called out "Pretty tricky. Those are amazingly detailed simulacrums. There is but one flaw with them all, they are not alive. They don't have a heartbeat."

Lucius listened for something, a sound, breathing, a heart beating, anything that would give the Sith Lord's true location away. Unfortunately, none was forthcoming over the sounds of a hundred individual battles in the arena. Lucius calmed himself and began listening more attentively, filtering out the errant sounds in the arena and focusing on the one nearest to him. Breathing, coming from...above him!?

Lucius leapt away in surprise. "There you are! Care to come down so that we might continue?"

Casually, Taren strode from the dock and into the lobby, a smart group of demons following him.

OOC: There was little-nothing to post. Leave me alone.

G'tarr looked at Lucius from the roof. "Errr... no thanks. Anyway I need to start training Michael again."

Michael sighed. "But Master! You blinded me!"

G'tarr scowled and got back on the floor. "No buts. I don't care if you get blind! If you got blind you should've used the Force to guide you!" He looked at Lucius and chuckled. "That was a good fight. Unfortunately I need to train our Padawans. Besides you need to go back to your Home."

He extended his hand. "See you again?"

Alicia noticed the gang of demons approaching the lobby, by instinct she drew out her lightsaber. Of course this caused the rest of the lobby to draw out their lightsabers.

Augustus sighed. "Everybody put down your lightsabers." They complied, though Alicia hesitated, she complied also. Augustus approached the group, looking at the leader. "Excuse them. Tell me, from where are you?"

Taren yawned slightly and put his hands behind his back, literally resting on the air.

"Jangle Jangle Ridge. The real one, if you must ask. Not some Ven Ker'seahn lackeys. Of course, it's unlikely that'll it'll take long for at least one of them to get here to harass us."

Lucius grasped the Sith Lord's hand firmly. "Of course. Thank you for the fight. It was an excellent warmup."

Suddenly, a shrill beeping sound eminated from Lucius' belt. He had a call. "Boss, we've recieved a message from the Emperor. He wants you back in capital ASAP."

Lucius frowned as he heard the message. "I'll see you later, Lord G'tarr. Duty calls."

And with that, Lucius placed the lightsaber on a wallrack and left the arena, making a beeline straight for his ship.

Augustus snapped his fingers and all of a sudden some low level lackeys brought Alicia, Taren, and himself some fancy looking hover chairs that look like those furniture thing from Sweden. Yeah I forgot the name, but anything European is good yes.

Augustus and Alicia sat down. Augustus yawned, stretched and looked at Taren. "So... what do you mean Ven Ker'seahn lackeys?"