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OOC:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=359776&page=13&pp=20
This thread will tell you all you need to know.

IC:
Tenetia, Coreworlds
"Ladies and gentlebeings of the Galaxy." Governor John Ryan reported over the CWHNN. "Sometime within the last hour, the Death Star has appeared over our capital planet of Juria...and destroyed it completely. It is not known at this time if the Royal Family and Jedi Council has managed to escape, but we assume the worst."

"A probe droid managed to capture the destruction of the planet...and all is left is an asteroid belt."

"Nations of the galaxy...our nation is in peril. Our government has fallen. Our population is halved. Our fleets are desperate for a victory. My friends, we must rise up against the Sith, who have done this terrible deed. The Imperial Republic of Coreworlds now asks for your aid, in whatever way you can. But one thing is clear: The Sith will stop at nothing to destroy or enslave us all! Either we stand together now, stand strong and face this threat with bravery and determination, or the Galaxy will fall to them! There is no other choice, no other path to travel!"

"I call upon all the members of this interstellar community to help us defeat the Sith, no matter who you are, no matter if we are allies or not! This threat will and must be defeated, for our sake, for our children's sake, and for the sake of the Force! The fate of the universe now rests in your hands! Come, and draw your swords against our common enemy! No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard it will be, we shall defeat them!"

OOC: Dunno how open this is. . . if it's closed, consider this a long-winded and time-wasting TAG

Two pairs of boots echoed against the gray eternastone floor of one of the corridors of the King's Quarter in Starhavven Station, a great sphere eight hundred kilometers in diameter stationed on the outskirts of the Paradigm system.

"Ser, we might have a problem," Masato Storm, Fleet Admiral of Weyr's one and only interstellar fleet, spoke.

"Mouse, I know we have a problem. That's what worries me. We shouldn't have problems," Alicia replied tersely.

There was always some species out there that wanted to destroy everything. Most of those species were totally blind to the force, ether, or whatever name given to powers that could not be quantified. This one could, and concealing the impression made on the fabric of the multiverse by several thousand magi'i and lesser psionics, or spellcasters or Jedi or whatever one called them, gathered in a single system was not something Weyr could do.

"That station can go through right through the Wall," Mouse added . The Wall was an almost-spherical asteroid envelope protecting Paradigm system's four inner planets.

"I know," Alicia responded.

"Our fleet can't even dent its armor,"

"Yes,"

"And..." Masato began.

"Just...shut up," Alicia snapped. I know we're up the shit creek, she did not have to add.

"Yes, ser," Admiral Storm responded.

****

How melodramatic, Alicia thought grimly. She was dressed in black, and so was Mouse, like two tyrants from some old holodrama. They waited for the last functionary to take his place at the oval table. Most of this meeting would be between Alicia and the High Council, but the local bosses of Starhavven Station wanted to be in on the developments.

"I assume you're all familiar with the recent events, so I'll cut to the chase. We finally have a force that is capable of going through every defense this system has to offer, and that force can probably figure out the location of this system, if it hasn't already done so. If we loose Paradigm, we loose the ability to be a space faring nation for the next half century. I'm asking for permission to deploy the Ocean Fleet against this force."

"Will we have allies?" an elderly councilor inquired. Since Alicia and Mouse were on Starhavven, and the High Council was on Cloudhavven-Wye, the two were communicating via an encrypted trideo-immersion link.

"Who do you think sent the message across the galaxy?" the High King retorted.

"Why weren't we informed of this earlier?"

"The Star Guard has sixty Shadow vessels. There are several million systems in this galaxy. We can't monitor them all. Councilors, we have to decide now: are we going to be in this fight, or not?"

"What about costs..."

Alicia sighed; she sensed this was going to take some time.

OOC: i do hope this is ok Coreworlds

Secret IC:

Corlon burned, cities blazed and the orbital shipyards destroyed. A belt of wreakage of once mighty Corpsacian fleet drifted around the planet, scars of the mighty battle left behind from a war not even a week old.
Darth Bane walked along the main corridor of the Impiral palace the spot bane had struk down Kimiko sith the old emperess of the old empire and had jump the Coredian Jedi who had gotten away.
"so, Palpatine regained power interesting the old fool is not as weak as he once was." Darth Bane said to his Aprentice hidden behind a black cloak and hood.
"he attacks the Coredians, destroyed there homeworld. Would explain why they left Corlon in such a hurry to fend him off, lucky for us i feel." she said looking up, a shadow still hideing her face.
"yes, but we are in no postion to attack. Our fleet is only a fraction of the Coredians fleet or whats left of it, less then a 100 ships but we still have the forge and it produceing ships and fighters at a grate speed. For now we wait the Coredians still dont know who i am or that i have returned the shroud of the Dark side should have fallen on there Jedi masters. For now we wait in the shadows regrow our strength, soon my young one we will have our revenge." Bane replyed, he chuckled tho still worried secretly who ever that Jedi was that was here would be a threat he thought. If only i could bring him to the dark side, if only he was not so strong. he thought, looking out into the burning city of Cor'Dac the once proud capital of CorpSac.

After awhile Bane and his aprentice were walking though the sith temple, Dark Troopers guarded the entereace of the temple and had held of the assult of the Coredians in the Invasion of Corlon. Battle scars still shown on the walls of the temple where blasters had hit and gerande had gone off leaving crators in the floors.
Inside meny a Dark Jedi trained with Masters of the old Stigmata order and what Agents that didnt fall to bane were looked for and killed, unless the managed to escape to the Coredians. The sound of Light Sabers clashing could be heared in the main hall and the Sith Holocrons lined the new library filled with holobooks on the dark arts and the sith wars. Meny of the dark knights stoped and bowed Bane stoped and returned the bow, when he reached the main private chambers he sat down on a throne, the 2 end of the arm rest had the heads of 2 fallen Coredians flesh burned away to leave the skull.
"summon your most powerful Studants." he ordered to Grand master of the Temple, he brushed the Cloak he was wearing to show is full body armor and lowered his cloak.
"yes my lord." The Grand Master replyed quickly running off to the main hall, a few moments later he returned.
Bane was sitting there his aprentice standing by his side, he smiled as 4 Teenagers walked in the eldist looked no older then 18. There was 2 males and 2 females, the first male was around 5'9" tall, long dark hair, human and vary atractive. the other male was around 5'6" tall with short brown hair, he had 2 angel like wings sproting from his back and he to was vary atractive but had a long scar across his left eye and had a Eye brow pearcing. The 2 girls were twins 5' tall both with long dark hair extreamly atractive and also human.
"you have been selected due to your skills in the force, you are the best this School has to offer and are the most powerful in it." Bane said in a carm voice he looked up. "hold out your left hand" he ordered, they did as they were told. His Aprentice went off and picked up a box then opened it so it was faceing bane. "each of you will replace the Crystals in your saber with these" he said handing them each a black Crystal. "where as the Sith now have red and the jedi blue, you will have black your sabers will be only slightly more powerful. Replace the Crystal in your saber with them now and see what effect the new ones have." He ordered this time his voice was more demanding more deadly.
Each made there Sabers hover in the air dismantleing it with there minds, then replaceing the crystals inside. they each light there sabers no longer were they red like the others, they shimmered black as if absorbing light and not giveing it away, it seemed alive the cores of the saber was only slightly seen as it moved around.
"the more you feel the more the saber becomes one with you, you have a mission and i dont expect you to fail. Find the Coredian royal family and bring them to me alive i dont want them harmed." he paused and looked at the twins "in anyway at all understood."
"yes my lord" the replyed in unison.
"then go" he ordered and they left faster the normal humans faster then normal jedi would if they where just leaveing a room.


Some where in the vast expance of space Kimikos soul wondered, it burned with haterade of Bane it burned with revenge in its heart. She had to find a host someone strong, a jedi one would who would not fall to the dark side of her but use her strength and power to bring down anyone foe. But who she thought, no jedi could be that strong unless....yes that coredian she thought.
She wondered she had to get her body back, the empty shells on the moon of Endor where her cloneing lab layed hidden from all but her. Still wondering it may take for ever to reach a Coredian outpost if there were any left in the sector.

OOC: im shore coreworlds knows what im on about

Tag

OOC: Pretty much open, of course.

Corpsac: That's fine.

IC:
Tenetia
A Royal Shuttle and several X-wings, after several days of mourning, has landed.

When a person disembarked the shuttle, and one of the X-wings, the people could not believe it! The Emperor and his son has survived!

Jennifer Masaki and two small twin boys ran up to us. My mom and dad hugged and kissed in a loving embrace, while I scooped up my little brothers, Taylor and Justin, both 4 years old.

As the holocameras flashed, my dad made a quick speech.

"Rumors of Daniel's and my demise have been greatly exaggerated." Andrew said. "But make no mistake, it was a very close call. We may have lost our capital planet and millions, but we will and must go on! We will find a way to destroy the Death Star, so that no more need suffer what we suffered! But we still need the help of our allies in the UFP, the ESUS, and other alliance groups. We all must pitch in to do what we can to help. Whether it is opening shipyards for everyone to repair and build, or direct military intervention or even emergency money and support, we all will need to do what we can to defeat this menace, for if we cannot defeat the Sith now, you will be next. The Force be with us all!"

"Your Majesty!", "Emperor Masaki!", "Sir, a word, if you please!" Reporters shouted, but they were ignored as usual as the Emperor stepped down from the podium to be with us.

A broadcast went out.
"We of the Chronosian Imperium have previously allied with the sith. Due to the...interesting nature of their powers and the possible gains for the Chronosian Imperium; we see no logic in aiding and abetting the failing Jedi Order. We have already begun the finishing touches on the majority of our fleet, including a new weapons; based on one of our previous ideas, which will prove to be the key to planetary bombardment and capture."
The Emperor smiled wrly; his lips drawing up into a thin smile.
"As a result; we must refuse the notion that we will be next...Instead, we will be, as ever, United."

We will pledge what we have to destroy the Sith, but it is not much and will not make much of a dent in the Sith war machine.
4 UNSC Battleships
2 UNSC Carriers
12 UNSC Cruisers
15 UNSC Destroyers
15 UNSC Frigates

[Stats and names to be done later]

The planet of Reach is the only Hogsweatian stronghold in space for lightyears around. Currently 400 million Hogsweatians live there. It is where our space fleet is docked.

"We plege our small but effective home guard to aid in the destruction of the Sith."
General Hanli read this again. The Home Guard was Camel Eaters only real space fleet and the High Ruler was sending it into war. Bout damn time he thought as he gave the orders and sent the note.

Tag

<<Jinnae System>>

"All hands, prepare for immediate translation," the comm tech's deep bass rumbled through the WSGS Nox.

The massive Ship-of-the-Line accelerated, sending its drives into the red. A piece of the cosmos twisted, and the universe inverted for a moment that took an eternity.

******

The Priority One message sent to the Emperor by personal courier consisted of two sentences: "The Ocean Fleet will be dispatched to assist you. The current target coordinates are those of the Tenetia system."

<<Four Days Later :: New Paradigm System>>

Some two hundred odd vessels were gathered around the Ocean Core sphere. Small destroyers and cruisers flanked massive Ships of the Line. Three aging carriers, relics going to combat for what would probably be the last time, powered their drives for translation. Fragile yet deadly Whooper cannon groaned under inertial stress.

Alicia watched Weyr's only interstellar fleet move past the fringe outposts of the Paradigm system on trideo. If the Sith did not attack Paradigm, if the Ocean Fleet was enough....there were many "if"s.

Somewhere in the universe, white turned to black, and black turned to while, and the stars shuddered as two hundred vessels slid through the fabric of space and time.

A small scout ship darted about, bearing neutral colors, transmitting a message of peace to any ships it passed.
In reality, within it sat the soliders of the Imperium; transmitting their findings as they watched the Universe....
And then they saw the ocena fleet.
They watched it move away; saw the Paradigm system, a ripe and undefended target. They put up their screen of peace again, and then transmitted what they had seen.
Their duty to the Emperor done; their mission too sensitive to risk their capture, the ship self destructed.
And a great and Imperial Mind, bent on uniting mankind, turned its eye to the jewels of Paradigm....

A small scout ship darted about, bearing neutral colors, transmitting a message of peace to any ships it passed.
In reality, within it sat the soliders of the Imperium; transmitting their findings as they watched the Universe....
And then they saw the ocena fleet.
They watched it move away; saw the Paradigm system, a ripe and undefended target. They put up their screen of peace again, and then transmitted what they had seen.
Their duty to the Emperor done; their mission too sensitive to risk their capture, the ship self destructed.
And a great and Imperial Mind, bent on uniting mankind, turned its eye to the jewels of Paradigm....

OOC: There are still some fifty odd vessels that can't translate, but which pack a lot more weaponry because of that; the orbital Whooper cannon on the outer planets; the giant Starhavven Station with its brigands, pirates, corporate bosses, missiles, cannon, and other implements of mayhem; the Majora's Wall asteroid belt, which is denser than the Hoth field; and Paradigm Prefecture's (Paradigm, fourth planet in the system) own planetary installations like nanite swarms, artillery, domed cities..... It's a softer target with the Ocean Fleet away, but it's far from undefended. Expect to get a -big- bloody nose, and to have the Ocean Fleet come back and frag you within five days of the attack.

Weyreans are sort of like elves with incredibly long ears and...colorful hair.....but with a much more down-to-earth outook, and with none of the lamentation and singing to the stars and dancing in the woods under the full moon and such.

OoC: You've really taken a habit of losing capitol worlds, haven't you Coreworlds?

OOC: Still; it'd be fun to wreak a little carnage; even if I am sent away squealing, I'm sure I could do a little damage. Its all to make the RP fun, right? If its not then whats the point :)
Don't except any attack soon; I was just scouting out, looking for opportunity :)

OoC: You've really taken a habit of losing capitol worlds, haven't you Coreworlds?
OOC: Yeah. Second time I lost one. I do seem to run out of them...*cries*.

[QUOTE=Abandarty
We shall destroy the Sith. They shall see light and dark no more. mp5:

OOC: Still; it'd be fun to wreak a little carnage; even if I am sent away squealing, I'm sure I could do a little damage. Its all to make the RP fun, right? If its not then whats the point :)
Don't except any attack soon; I was just scouting out, looking for opportunity :)

I don't have any problems with someone attacking Paradigm, because its location is not a secret anymore. But...right now, the only person who I'd be willing to have slag Paradigm itself is Unified Sith, unless you're willing to loose a lot of ships. Paradigmians are incredibly paranoid. They actually require inbound craft to stop at Strahavven before coming to Paradigm Prefecture (the fourth planet) itself. Which is why they are not a commercial but rather an industrial power.

There is light and dark within us all. How the grow and feed, how they burn and consume each other, is due to our deeds for our immortal Emperor. Either we are gods in our own right, or heretics...


Words for the God-Emperor

[QUOTE=Abandarty
We shall destroy the Sith. They shall see light and dark no more
I shall send:
10 Frigates
15 Destroyers
40,000 Plasma Guard

If my Defense fleet dies I shall kill you Coreworlds . mp5:

OOC: Yeah. Second time I lost one. I do seem to run out of them...*cries*.

OoC: You know, if you could find a way to get me involved, most likely through either GZ or ShadowTech, seeing as they're the only nations that know of my existance, I wouldn't hesitate to assist you.

OOC: I know Shadow Tech through MSN...I could ask him.

Mean wile at Midway station forces were getting ready to help ccoreworlds in there time of need… over 500 ships slowly revved up there engines . captain Donald McCray on the lead ship was looking threw multiple reports on the incidents around coreworlds ./ he sighed looking around then sat in his ready room chair saying to him self “ McCray what did you get your self in to “
An officer stumbled in nervously saying “ Admiral sir… the fleets ready to depart..” Cray nodded and said “set a course for the Tenetia system” with that a fleet of 200 out of 500 ships jumped out towards the system the remaining 300 ships are awaiting further orders .. sounds of ships warping out and energizing could be heard on the planets so many were jumping out

(stupid ns)

A green lance of light, an explosion, millions crying out in their dying moments, Juria......gone......

"NO!" Kartion's eyes snapped open. Taking a deep breath, Kartion calmed himself, and stood up. It'd been four years since his betrayal, since he'd left Coreworlds to find power of his own. He smiled down at his black Imperial uniform, the three rows of red, yellow and blue rank chits on his left breast.

He'd found an isolated part of the remnant, almost the remnant of the remnant. They held only two sectors, but they had quite an arsenal. But, they needed a leader, and Kartion quite conveniently stepped up.

Since then, the FoE (Followers of Elesto), had taken eight other sectors, and had produced alot of weaponry, most of it went to the held worlds, so in the even that someone tried to take over, they'd have a good chance. But, some did go to the fleet...

The fleet Kartion commanded. Thirty ISDs, ten Nebulon Bs, and twenty Lancer Frigates, were under his command. But, Kartion had given other hopeful Commanders the executive duties of the fleet itself. This left Kartion with his prize: The Sabre of Elesto. And so, grinning, Kartion stepped out of the turbolift, onto the bridge.

"Executor on the Bridge!" Captain Curaco called. All the Officers stood to attention, and looked at Elesto. Kartion gave a curt nod.

"Resume your duties!" Kartion ordered. Saluting, the Officers got on with their duties. Gritting his teeth, Kartion walked across the Bridge, and sat in his command chair. A few seconds later, a datapad was held out in front of him. Taking it, Kartion thumbed the 'Enter' button, and started to read.

"It's the latest fleet report sir." Curaco said, looking at Kartion. After a few seconds, Kartion nodded.

"Very good Captain." Kartion said, handing him back the datapad. Kartion then ushered the Captain away. Swiveling in his chair, he turned to the helm pit.

"Helm, set course...for Juria." Kartion ordered. No one but Kartion knew of Juria's fate.

"Yes sir...but...won't they open fire on the fleet?" the commanding Officer in the pit asked. Kartion just smiled.

"For some reason commander, I don't think that today they will. And it'd be in your interests to follow my orders." he replied. The Officer gulped.

Within minutes, the whole fleet was ready, and a few seconds after, every ship's engines lit up, and the fleet shot into hyperspace...

Space fabric shuddered as the Sith fleet exploded from Hyperspace. The Death Star super laser already charged immediately opened fire upon the defending vessels. The following Star Destroyers and Super Star Destroyers in tune with the Death Star opened fire as soon as they emerged.

Torpedoes flew in system, while fighters and bombers began to line up for their attack runs. The death Star firing from all turbo lasers threw its immense energy towards the shipyards and defending fleets, while the actual ISD’s themselves moved in to engage the Coreworld defenders.

Admiral Henlith in command of the mobile forces began to form the fleet up into attack formations. On board the Super Star Destroyer Legion he was busy coordinating all offensive actions.

“We have incoming enemy fire Admiral.”

“Staus of the shields?”

“Holding sir. Sir Admiral Veers has issued an order for us to destroy those Star Destroyers.”

“Relay a message to the Admiral that we are currently doing that.”

The Sith fleet itself outnumbered the Coreworldian defenders ten to one, that was each Coreworld vessel receiving over ten times the fire than the Sith ships themselves.

“Admiral, the Star destroyer Vigilante and the Star Destroyer Hoth both report minor damage to their forward shield emitters.”

“Understood, order them to continue firing. The emperor wants no survivors.”

From the recesses of the bridge the Admiral could here the communications officers relaying his message

“Star Destroyer’s Hoth and Vigilante you are to remain in the combat.”

Meanwhile upon the Death Star Admiral Veers was pleased with himself, his technological construction was a masterpiece. Its shields were holding, and the enemy vessels were suffering damage from the vast amount of fire laid down by the fleet. This was truly a glorious day for the Empire.

“Captain?” Admiral Veers requested. “Once we have eliminated most Coreworldian ships I want one disabled and boarded, am I understood?”

“Yes Sir, but doesn't that go against the Emperors orders?"

"I know my orders Captain. The question is do you know yours?"

"Understood Sir."

The Imperial fleet exited Warp near Coruscant; bearing down upon the planet, preparing to dock. Its communications open.
"This is Lord Mortus, of the Imperial Battlefleet. I have been sent by the Emperor, to pledge our allegience to the Sith and the power they wield. I ask permission to dock, and to negotiate the acting out of our alliance"

Waylord Shipyards
As soon as the Death Fleet -as the troops called it- emerged from hyperspace, the fleet of 500 ships formed a concave bowl against the numerically superior foe (a highly useful tactic when you're outnumbered), and the Super Star Destroyer Steel Blade and its personal fleet of 10 steered itself south of the superlaser's fire arc and traded blows with the Death Star's southern pole and Sith Destroyers, hoping to find a weakness somewhere. Hundreds, maybe thousands of fighters fought to the death in a great dogfight against the TIEs.

The shipyards themselves had to face the Death Star and put up their shields against the mass of turbolasers, but it won't last long...

The planet itself was being evacuated, but the Sith Destroyers were shooting down the ships like it was nothing, killing innocent men, women and children, leaving no one alive. only one out of ten ships made it into hyperspace, not very many at all.

The fall of Waylord is occuring, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop it...

In the meantime, thousands of refugees have flooded the borders of other nations in whatever ship they could board, trying to escape the grasp of the Sith. A universal draft for all people was called up (Official: 16 to 60; unofficial: 12 up) to help support the military, and the economy went to hell as the stock markets closed. The Imperial Republic has fallen and now enters the beginning stages of a Dark Age...

"My god..." the crew said as one.

Out of the viewport, was a debris field. The Jurian Debris field.

"What happend?" Curaco asked Kartion. Kartion stood.

"I felt it in the Force. But think gentlemen, what could have done this?" he asked.

The crew gasped.

"What?"

"You're not serious..."

"How can that be..."

"I thought it was destroyed..."

"My God..."

"I don't believe it..."

Kartion sighed.

"It appears someone has built another Star. I don't know how, the plans were lost after Endor. But either way, we can't let some rogues flounce around this destructive power..." Kartion said, before he turned on heel.

A console on his armrest was beeping. He went over, and after a few seconds, grinned.

"It appears a freighter, sending a distess signal, has entered the system. Perhaps the crew can shed light on the incident." he said. Tapping a few commands into the console, a blue beam shot out from the ISD, and grabbed the Freighter in it's invisable fist...

The YT-1300 freighter Dawn's Display reverted to realspace at Juria because the hyperdrive was hit from a TIE's laser cannon. The crammed freighter (25 people) spotted a Star Destroyer fleet insystem, and the captain, thinking it was a Core fleet, allowed the ship to be caught in a tractor beam.

After a few minutes, the freighter was inside the main docking bay. Black armoured Stormtroopers surrounded the freighter, while Kartion stood in front of the freighter, waiting for the crew to emerge. He turned to the detachment commander.

"Remember, if they turn hostile, fire stun beams only." he ordered. The commander nodded, and relayed this to the troops...

The passengers disembarked, with shock and fear in their eyes. Many of them are children, younger ones crying and holding the hands of their parents or older siblings.

Captain Sorbo walked to who seemed to be the leader, Kartion. "Captain, or whatever your rank is, our shipyard at Waylord is being pounced upon by the Sith at this moment, and their Death Star is making things horrible for us. We only just managed to escape them, but many more refugee ships couldn't...didn't...make it."

Kartion nodded.

"We guessed so, DC!" Kartion shouted. The Detachment Commander walked over to Kartion.

"Guide these people to the cafeteria. Set up some beds, and tell the chef to prepeare some extra food." he ordered. The DC nodded, and then gathered his troops. The crew were led away, but Kartion stopped the Captain.

"If you'd follow me Captain, I'd like to debrief you."

"Very well. And you are?"

The Chronosian Battlecruiser floated through the ruins of Juria; the debris field bringing a slight smile to the commanders lips.
"So; this is the power of our allies." He paused...
He saw the ship;l a freighter and a battle group; he didn't recognise either, but they looked imperial...Like the enemy.
"All hands; prepare for battle. I don't think they've seen us yet. I want all Infestation fighters ready; aim to board the Flagship; use all and any available weapons. On my mark, launch a volley of quantum torpedoes.
In an instant; the ship slid out from behind the debris, firing its deadly cargo rapidly towards the flagship, enough to set enemy sensors ringing. At the same time, dozens of fighters, each containing a battle contingent of marines and a highly trained pilot/navigator, sped towards the enemy, ready to attack, and if nessecary, inject into the ships....

"I am Kartion Elesto, Executor of the FoE. And if you haven't gathered yet, we're not a Coreworlds fleet." Kartion said with a grin, two stormtroopers joining him.

"I am Kartion Elesto, Executor of the FoE. And if you haven't gathered yet, we're not a Coreworlds fleet." Kartion said with a grin, two stormtroopers joining him.
"Kartion Elesto?" The captain asked incredulously. "The Jedi Master to the Heir? I...We thought you disappeared four years ago! So this is your private fleet, huh?"

"Indeed it is. And...I needed some time to redeem myself for my previous actions. But don't worry, I'm interested in helping Coreworlds out. But I need to debrief you first before we can procede." he said with a grin. Hitting a stud, a door opened into a briefing room.

"You first."

"Indeed it is. And...I needed some time to redeem myself for my previous actions. But don't worry, I'm interested in helping Coreworlds out. But I need to debrief you first before we can procede." he said with a grin. Hitting a stud, a door opened into a briefing room.

"You first."
"Mmm. This is a nice place." Captain Sorbo said and sat down in one of the chairs.

And then he paused.

"On second thought, wait in there, I have something to sort out!" Kartion said, rushing away.

A few minutes later, Kartion was cursing on the Bridge.

"Intensify all foward batteries! I don't want anything to get withing a KM of us!" Kartion shouted.

All sixty cruisers lanced out, green beams connecting with ships and creating large explosions...

Fighters ran the gauntlet, racing between green beams; firing in strafing lines as they zigged and zagged towards their targets; hoping to latch onto their prey. They fired their small torpedoes and lascannons; firing everything they could to try and pierce the enemy....
Far away, the Battlecruiser charged up its main cannons; and opened fire with waves of orbital death....Somewhere, metal moved on metal, missle batteries opening; fighter bays readying....
And the ship loet loose everything it had; atomic, conventional, chemical....Anything it could.

And then he paused.

"On second thought, wait in there, I have something to sort out!" Kartion said, rushing away.
Captain Sorbo knew there was a battle from the klaxons sounding and the distant booms of weapons against the hull. He hoped it wasn't a Sith fleet.

Grinning, Kartion activated the intercom.

"Deploy TIE's and the 'D-Wings'!" Kartion ordered.

From every ship, TIE's swarmed from the undersides, and flew out to engage the fighters.

But, from the POE, Two hundred D shaped fighters shot out at near light speeds. In seconds, they flew through a squadron of fighters, taking them down as the passed through.

The fighters scattered as the Battlecruiser continued its heavy bombardment. Two fighters, however, slipped through the defences, latchign onto the enemy hull, puncturing it as 8 heavily armored Space Marines emerged from each, disgorging Flamer fire and Bolter shells.

The Cruiser moved forward; locking on with all weapons systems and firing at the enemy's flagship.
IF they would die; they would die with honor, in the throngs of battle.

The battle was an ongoing slaughter that only the Sith could enjoy. The genetically enhanced clone troopers fought with determination and a cold hardness driven by the lust to kill. The death Star continued pouring out thousands of bolts of energy from the turbo lasers while the Super laser itself opened fire upon the Shipyards.

The fleet battle was going according to plan, some losses were encountered with the Star Destroyers Impervious and Mace destroyed. However the main battle was the Death Star. Endangered vessels merely broke away from the fleet and sunk to the safe side of the Battlestation where they could recharge their shields and rejoin the battle later on. Tie Fighters as well adopted the same tactic bringing about a futile aura for the defenders.

Admiral Veers now tired of all this fighting noticed a concentrated attack on the southern pole of the Battlestation, “So they did fall for the intelligence. Ha these Jedi were more arrogant than the Empire of old.” Ordering the turbo lasers on the Southern pole to be brought to maximum firepower the Admiral did not expect them to last long against such a vicious bombardment.

Meanwhile at Curoscant an allied fleet had just jumped out of warp. The inhibitor field pulling them out at the edge of the system gave the Imperial forces present time to act upon them.

“This is the Imperial Defence force. You are clear to dock at station Alpha 2 Nine. Coordinates are being transmitted.

Commander Mort nodded. "Very well, we are coming in to dock." WIth that; they headed for the station coordinates given, preparing to dock at last
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Meanwhile, in the battle, the weapons of the Battlecruiser pounded away, hammering at the enemy fleet, while fightrers still reeled and fired; some coming in close, preparing to attach themselves to the hull.

C.N.S Trident
Juria System

Commander Jennifer Grey was like most WIckian Naval Officers after the Raumriech War young for her rank, however it would be deadly for anyone to think her inexperienced.

Her ships were hours previous had sneaked quietly into the debris to search it for any possible information. Her ship would then proceed to the staging point of the Commonwealth Navy's detachment in this sector before proceeding to aid the Core worlds at Tenetia.

The recent fireworks however would put that plan on hold for the moment.

"Range to enemy vessel?" Grey asked.
"2.5 million Km ma'am!" a young ensign answered.
"Very well, Helm active the wedge, full military acceleration!" The officer at the helm repeated her orders as she continued,

"Guns, you may fire as she bears!"

And with that the previously unmoving ship in an immense debris field active its immense gravity wedge which stretched for over 200km, which pulled the ship forward at 590 gravities obliterating any asteroid in its path.

The sleek cruiser plotted an oblique course to the enemy battle cruiser, only turning enough to present its broadside long enough to fire its 18 anti-ship missiles that sped at its target at over 75,000kps, at 20,000km these missiles would detonate spewing dozens of x-ray laser at the offending vessel. Such a broadside could be fired every 16 seconds.

The Chronosian Ship shuddered as the wepaons bore through her, tearing into it; imobilizing it beyond all possible doubt. It turned one last weapons flare towards its new attacker; an attack of missles, nuclear, biological, anything it could muster, and, surprisingly among them, incredibly fast propelled drop-pods....

Kartion grinned. Help had arrived.

"All ships, target the enemy flagship, and blow away the lower right quadrat of hull......now!" he shouted.

Hundreds of green lasers pierced through the battle, some hitting enemy ships, some going astray, but the bolts made their way through, and hit the hull. There was a bright flash, and then an explosion as the ship was blown through.

"Good shot! Leave the flagship to the new arrivals, and intensify all your fire on the fighters!"

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"Open fire!"

Two squads of stormtroopers opened fire on the intruders, gunning most of them down...

The battle was an ongoing slaughter that only the Sith could enjoy. The genetically enhanced clone troopers fought with determination and a cold hardness driven by the lust to kill. The death Star continued pouring out thousands of bolts of energy from the turbo lasers while the Super laser itself opened fire upon the Shipyards.

The fleet battle was going according to plan, some losses were encountered with the Star Destroyers Impervious and Mace destroyed. However the main battle was the Death Star. Endangered vessels merely broke away from the fleet and sunk to the safe side of the Battlestation where they could recharge their shields and rejoin the battle later on. Tie Fighters as well adopted the same tactic bringing about a futile aura for the defenders.

Admiral Veers now tired of all this fighting noticed a concentrated attack on the southern pole of the Battlestation, “So they did fall for the intelligence. Ha these Jedi were more arrogant than the Empire of old.” Ordering the turbo lasers on the Southern pole to be brought to maximum firepower the Admiral did not expect them to last long against such a vicious bombardment.
While the SSD rolled to present undamaged portions to the turbolasers, the spot that was supposed to be the weakness was bombarded with turbolasers before the fighters could get in. Once that part of the shields was down or weakened to magnetic field strength, the fighters would zoom in and try for the 'weakness' that is the sensor station. Jedi Knight Javier Gomez's X-wing was the first one in the weakened shields. Even with the fighter shields double-fronted and the aid of the Force, the DS shields almost tore it apart before Javier went through. Other fighters came in and two were destroyed by a slighly less damaged portion. About 40 fighters made it in.

Out of the 500 ISDs, 410 was left so far. Of course, this does not include the nearly hundred lost of the smaller ships.

OOC: Oh come on, these guys are heavily armored!

The Space MArines fought, tooth and nail, and though pushed back they managed to hold an uneasy perimeter.
"Fire in the Hole!" Came the cry; as Plasma grenades hurtled towards the stormtroopers, followed by the flahs of Flamer, Bolter and Plasma

OOC: WAit got confused so the marines are not comming after me Chronosia ?IF not ill edit this or maybe they comming at us both?

Cheers went through the bridge as the missile salvoes gutted their opponent whose own broadsides were swatted out of existence by counter missiles and very effective PD laser clusters, however more then half the breeching modes made contact with the ships hull.

"Ma'am we have hull breeches on multiple deck, believed to be boarding pods!" the security officer stated.

"Sound the boarding alert, send the marines to the breeching points, have all personal without power amour concentrate in the secure areas. Active automated defense systems." Grey calmly ordered. Throughout the ship sailors armed themselves with pulsars, and moved to vital areas such as engineering. In important rooms automated pulse rifle turrets were activated. Most fearsome of all was that an entire platoon of marines donned in power-amour whose exo-skeletons protected them from all but the heaviest projectiles, and whose enhanced muscles let them carry those very guns were headed to the areas where the enemy would be boarding the ship.

OOC: Left it vague for a reason come on in and we can tangle but basically my powered armor guys are tough, everyone else has on Skin suits which is basically 31st century Kevlar, stops most normal rifle bullets but pulsars or plasma not so well. And saying it stops rifle rounds well its like being hit by a hammer multiple times...

Heavily armored Terminator Space MArines poured out; opening fire with Storm bolters, tearing into the Hulls with their power fists. The sound of their footfalls echoed through the ships, as they opened fire. Two turned their heavy assault cannons against those sent to meet them, while others focused on bursting through the walls; advancing anyway they could...Their shots echoed and rang out

OOC: 41st Millenium here :P

Despite the losses, the troopers fought on. One produced a Thermal Detonator.

"Fire in the hole!" he screamed. Thumbing the detonator, he threw it at the wall nearest the intruders. There was a flash of light, followed by a couple of screams, and a sucking noise. The hull had been breached. The stromtroopers and the intruders were sucked into space...

“Admiral, we have several enemy wings that have penetrated the outer shields. Orders?”

“Are they targeting the exhaust port?”

“No Admiral but….”

“Well then Ignore them, and just encase bring the multi layered Exhaust Shielding online.”

“At once Admiral.”

From across the command centre the orders relayed were being acted upon. Several high ranking crewman began entering codes and sequences to re route power which would bring the shielding online.

“Power relays 11b-AC12 through 11b-AC99 are now closed.” A crewman shouted across the bridge.

“Bringon on generators 1 through three. Charging emergence generator four and five.”

“Understood.”

The Exhaust port now heavily shielded remained inconspicuous, hopefully the arrogance of the Empire would throw the enemy forces off. Surely the Empire would utilise a better design. And the Empire had. The exhaust port being the only weakness had shield generators and grid locks put in place down the entire shaft. It would take immense capital ship bombardment before these generators fell. Some were in par with the Endor surface generator.

“Admiral?” the captain asked. The Star Destroyers Hate and Pain have regenerated their shields, they are now ready to rejoin the battle.

“Excellent have them attack the Jedi from their unopposed flank. We will attack from two sides.”

“The Star Destroyers, Trinity and Redblade are also reporting the need to recharge their shields. Do they have authorisation?”

“Yes, I see that the Hallow and the Tribus are also losing shield integrity. Order them to recharge their shields as well. What is the status of the penetrated fighters?”

“They are currently moving towards the southern power relay. Shall I activate Relays B to D in anticipation of its destruction?”

“Yes. And good thinking Captain.”

The enemy fighters continued towards the southern Power relay relatively ignored. Little did they know that close to it there was a concealed fighter bay. Ready and waiting to launch its compliment of Sith pilots to remove this dastardly attempt at destroying the Empires greatest achievement.

http://www.wodzu.tonet.pl/republika_prokonsularna/En/hhartgallerypages/obs8.html My marines are depicted on the right side picture however our armour is green and grey. The marine in the front has a plasma rifle the one in the back has a heavy pulsar.

Staff Sergeant Kevin Hawkins commanded the squad that intercepted the intruders. They set up defensive position with their riot shields which were comprised of battle steel, just before the breech occurred.

"Command this is First Squad we have company, vicinity brown 32 alpha." He radioed to higher, knowing reinforcements would be inbound soon. “Fire as soon as they come through!" he ordered his men.

The hull was soon breeched and the enemy enter the vessel the pair of the enemy fired their heavy assault cannons at the marines most shot missing the well covered marines however one impact CPL Mills in her left shoulder sending her down in a spray of blood.

The Marines returned fire eight of them including Hawkins were armed with heavy pulsar rifles which shot an 18mm dart at super sonic speeds, 3 more were armed with heavy plasma rifles, and the last member had the SAW(witch was a fully automatic version of the pulsar rifle however it was also tri-barreled). The corridor was soon filled with deadly fire, and the horrific sounds of CPL Mills screams before the painkillers finally forced her into uncouncious sleep in a pool of her own blood before her augmented bodies quick-heal stopped the bleeding.

OOC: Did it kill the royal family? I only read the first few posts

IC:
Official response
We detest this action against our Ally Coreworlds. We are hereby declaring war against any and all Sith who have helped in this act. We are hereby sending 30 Asguard Motherships (SG1 Tech) and 10 Super star Destroyers

OCC:Looks Like Federal talked me into this.
IC:
Only a hour after picking up a massive weapons discharge the small unit's course was changed in the midest of there crurrent jump. After about a hour and 45 miuntes and three thousand miles from what remains of Juria a massive sickly green light eminated in the form of a bubble. Slowly it dissipated leaving behind a trio of super cruisers (one Assault and two Cannon classes) modified for the AE core. Slowly a wing (5) of Shadow Hawks launched from the lead super cruiser's five catapults. Slowly the wing procided out scanning. "My god...how could one battle station do such ungodly damage?" the lead pilot said over the com. "Sir picking up weapons fire," one of them said breaking the feeling of awe and fear. "Moving in for a better view." At that point all five fired there engines and began picking up speed moving closer to the battle scene.

OCC2: Attachment is the super crusier stats

OoC: Nice to see someone based off of Halo :D

OOC: OK here is what has been happening. Now rp properly otherwise it gets me pissed off so here’s the deal. My attack upon Waylord is only half an hour to an hour after Juria. Therefore, if anyone decides to jump in and help, you will be promptly Ignored. I no longer accept enemy fleets just jumping in to a battle it ruins the rp and is poor role playing. First of all, you need to ICly know of the attack. Which you don't yet as Coreworlds has yet to make his help call. Coreworlds went way too far ahead in the timeline, (I really should be posting my attack in the other thread.) The only person who can realistically move in to help Coreworlds is The fedral Union who posted his fleet mobilisation and response to the Sith threat long ago. I will not accept people just blindly turning up without First of all. Rping 1) That there finding out about the attacks.

2) Instantaneous travel from across the Galaxy. I don't believe its possible and i don't accept instant space travel its shit and ruins rp's

3) Instant mobilisation of fleets. It takes time to move your forces and supply them with weapons and what not. You may argue that your ships are always fully supplied. Okay. But you need to get the crew on board you need to recall the vessels senior staff which no matter what you say will be more than likely on board a space station or planet.

This is realistic so I want no sudden emerges if you haven’t been arsed to post your mobilisation as I do not find it fair on those who do. If your going to join this rp then Roleplay right.

Ah, apologies. Consider me just barely mobilizing, knowing only about Juria and a bit about the Sith, and nothing at all about what's been happening at Waylord. Previous post deleted. CoreWorlds used "several days after," in one of the previous posts (I think), so I figured it was already "several days after. *sweatdrop* *kicks self*

Two days to get most of the fleet in order. Another two days to get as much fixed as possible and to let stragglers arrive. Another two days for travel from the outskirts of the known galaxy into CoreWorlds' space. Six/Seven days looks like a reasonable amount of time, I figure...plus another three/four days for the unexpected delays.....*feels sorry for the ship prostitutes*

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=364382

OOC: well if i didnt make it clear the forces im am using are being drawn from my UFP flotilla which has been in the UFP protectorate zone since its creation and recently reforced after an increase of hostililties in the area. This force was also used in another CW thread.

The ship i have at Juria is part of this force whose composition can be found on the UFP fourms http://s7.invisionfree.com/The_Fedration/index.php?showtopic=1&st=15#entry1513982 From Juria its moving to a staging point from which it will travel to aid CW more directly. And unless Chronosia post soon i will get started on this... Already elements are moving to CW's Aid, also CW when you get on AIM id like to talk to ya for a second, my name on it is uberbrooksie.

OOC: OK here is what has been happening. Now rp properly otherwise it gets me pissed off so here’s the deal. My attack upon Waylord is only half an hour to an hour after Juria. Therefore, if anyone decides to jump in and help, you will be promptly Ignored. I no longer accept enemy fleets just jumping in to a battle it ruins the rp and is poor role playing. First of all, you need to ICly know of the attack. Which you don't yet as Coreworlds has yet to make his help call. Coreworlds went way too far ahead in the timeline, (I really should be posting my attack in the other thread.) The only person who can realistically move in to help Coreworlds is The fedral Union who posted his fleet mobilisation and response to the Sith threat long ago. I will not accept people just blindly turning up without First of all. Rping 1) That there finding out about the attacks.

2) Instantaneous travel from across the Galaxy. I don't believe its possible and i don't accept instant space travel its shit and ruins rp's

3) Instant mobilisation of fleets. It takes time to move your forces and supply them with weapons and what not. You may argue that your ships are always fully supplied. Okay. But you need to get the crew on board you need to recall the vessels senior staff which no matter what you say will be more than likely on board a space station or planet.

OOC:
1) I have good communication with CW. I'm in the Jedi academy RP, so an influential member of my country is an instructer of a CW Royal Family member.
2) I agree
3) True

I also say that we need to keep this ooc stuff to an ooc thread.

OOC: OOC Thread here! (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7216472#post7216472)

IC: Knight Javier had his squadrons formed up, and they are now starting an attack run on the sensor relay, even as the capship battle continued to rage. 395 ships are remaining, as Admiral Severus ordered the fleet to mingle with the enemy so as to not get hit by the superlaser. Point-blank shots from the Dominator blasted away at a Sith Destroyer as the men and women fought with fervor and courage.

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The same time, Tenetia
"Sire, allies are mobilizing against the Sith. I suggest we send invitations to them to plan a way to defeat the Death Star." a State aide said. "And also to coordinate our plans and fleets."

"Very well. Send the invitations."

***Quantum Encryption engaged***
All allies mobilizing against the Sith, we offer to convene a War Council against the enemy. If interested, please come to Tenetia so we can talk.

OOC:
Of course, I mean Crazed Marines, TFU, The Wick, Weyr, and anyone else on my side. It is there, that I will also notify you guys IC of the attack on my shipyards. BTW, do you guys have AIM?

The Terminator marines kept up the heavy fire. On multiple decks they continued to fight; raining down bullets, flamer and bolter blasts upon their enemy. They knew that it was hopeless, but they could at least do damage. One by one; with weaponry and power fists; they began to break through walls and floors; hoping to spread throughout the ship, while some laid down suppressing fire. By now over half of them lay; bloody, dead or dieing, but they continued to fight back; reaping their own death, destruction and havoc.

1) That there finding out about the attacks.

2) Instantaneous travel from across the Galaxy. I don't believe its possible and i don't accept instant space travel its shit and ruins rp's

3) Instant mobilisation of fleets. It takes time to move your forces and supply them with weapons and what not. You may argue that your ships are always fully supplied. Okay. But you need to get the crew on board you need to recall the vessels senior staff which no matter what you say will be more than likely on board a space station or planet.


1)I'm jsut finding out about the attacks to
2)Space folds take hours to prepare and once the ship "blinks" out from location one the ship has to navigate the fold demension and it can last hours, minutes, or even days. This one took a total of 1 hour and 45 minutes.
3)I didn't state it but they were a RDF. Constantly in the fold demension. As a result the ships are bigger size to hold larger generators. If you want I'l edit my post to state a few things I jsut did.

Just outside the hyper limit of the Tenetia, the 442nd Light Carrier Task Force
decelerated rapily from the alpha band of hyper space on Impellers, a highly dangorous task but when done right allowed for tranistion to normal space at a very high base velocity saving vauluable time. The 2 CVE's and the 8 DD-V and the mere 4 escourts of the TF speed towards the inner system at over 350 gravites.

A messege was sent on and FTL coms Bust to the CW base in system:

To: CW Command
My Force has just arrived in system we expect the
arrival of the 31st Carrier TF soon with the Fourth
Battle Squadron about a day behind them.
Commodore Deven C.N. UFP TG

OOC: Can we wrap up the battle quickly Chronosia? I need to get to Tenetia!

OOC: Err; this is my guys on the other persons ship, not yours.

OOC: Very good.

IC: *BEEP!*

Kartion looked at the console on his chair's armrest. Keying in a few commands, a mini-holoprojector came out of the armrest, and a message came up. After a few seconds, Kartion grinned.

"Helm. We don't need to bother with these pitiful pirates (I know your not, but Kartion doesn't care for you), tell the fleet to set course to Tenetia." Kartion ordered.

The Officer nodded...

A few minutes later, the fleet was ready. With a roar, and a flash from every sublight engine, the FoE fleet shot into hyperspace, it's destination: Tenetia.

Chronosia notice my reply to ur attack on post number 56. Please post your reaction to this so we can rp out the skirmish...

Notice my reply in post 65

As the fighters reached where the FoE fleet was once the lead pilot swore under his breath. "Flight leader what the hell went on over there?" "The ships used a FTL drive and escaped to somewhere." "Well return to the ship. We're going to look for anything that can explain this." At that point the five fighters turned and boosted back to there respective ships. Slowly the titan sized ships started moving towards the remains of Juria sending out messages to anything or anyone left.

Jonas sat in the throne, looking about the marble room, he drummed his fingers on the arm rests, two guards stood in the doorway. This was the Empire life we always wished and dreamed of?

The door opened, and in came General Cochrage. He walked to the middle of the room, and bowed to Jonas.

"Emperor," Cochrage said, in a grave and serious tone.

"Yes General?" Jonas asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"We have received word of the destruction of the planet Juria, CoreWorlds is calling out to all its allies for aid and troops," The General said.

"Send in as many troops as they need immeadiately!" Jonas said.

"Aye sir," Cochrage said bowing, and taking his leave.

Fifty Destroyer class ships and twenty Defender class ships entered hyperspace, along with a number of frigates, as well as some Jedi Knights from Techon. They made their way for Tenetia, with Admiral Jouch, son of Stuhok, as a diplomat.

Hawkins saw the enemy bypass his unit busting into the interior of the ship. He also noticed that the enemy was taking more casualties then his own men. He ordered his squad to advance, they would go to the holes the enemy penetrated through and fire at their backs. It worked well until Hawkins stepped through a weakened area of the floor falling through to the level below, he was separated from his squad, as he regained his composure he noticed he was in a room already visited by the enemy three Wickian sailors lay died in bloody heaps on the floor their killer stood above their bodies reloading his weapon, open for attack.

Hawkins sprinted the short distance to the enemy marine hoping to tackle it, he had to only cover 5 meters...

OOC: thought it would be better for some 1 vs 1 action seeing as how u seemed to be losing anyhoo, feel free to hurt my man in a fight how u want but i wont let him die...broken arms ribs etc are different.

It grabbed the man by the throat and hurled him back; watching his back thud against the wall, before it advanced; prepared to strike, prepared to crush him utterly. "FOR THE EMPEROR!" It cried, firing madly as it burst through the floor...
They had to find something essential....And destroy it.

*An hour later*

Tenetia appeared in front of the FoE fleet. On the bridge, Kartion opened up a frequency to Tenetia, and any ships there.

"Tenetia, Coreworldians, and allies, this is Fleet Executor Kartion Elesto of the Followers of Elesto fleet. I am here to pledge my alligence and the FoE fleet to helping Andrew Masaki win against this sinister foe! Out!"

*An hour later*

Tenetia appeared in front of the FoE fleet. On the bridge, Kartion opened up a frequency to Tenetia, and any ships there.

"Tenetia, Coreworldians, and allies, this is Fleet Executor Kartion Elesto of the Followers of Elesto fleet. I am here to pledge my alligence and the FoE fleet to helping Andrew Masaki win against this sinister foe! Out!"
"Kartion?" Andrew answered. "It has been a long time, old friend. Come on down!"

Well, better not delay him...

"Captain Curaco, you have the Bridge." Kartion said. Turning on heel, Kartion walked across the bridge, and entered a turbolift...

...A few minutes later, a jet black Imperial Shuttle emerged from the PoE. On board, Kartion manuevered the shuttle to the co-ordinates given.

After another minute, there was a hiss. The shuttle had docked. Kartion quickly adjusted his uniform before leaving the pit. Grinning, he stood at the airlock. Taking a deep breath, he hit a button next to the door. The airlock opened...

Tenetia Royal Spacestation
Andrew stood at the door. "Kartion, old friend. It has been a long time. Daniel is inside. Come and make yourself at home."

The speed at which the alien moved surprised Hawkins as he felt himself being thrown across the room, before he was thrown though he slashed at the enemy with his force blade and was sure he struck it at least a glancing blow.

The would went black and exploded with stars as he hit the bulkhead, but being a trained marine he executed a combat roll as he fell to the floor landing on all fours.

He hear the aliens war cry and looked up in time to see the flash of its weapon. It was now he experience the same bizarre event he had in the Battle of Cronos, time seemed to slow. The motion of objects became not blurred but slowed down their paths traceable to the eye, he could also see their end results and thus what he would need to do to counter them. The stream of bullets would have hit him square in the chest was it not for this "event", the most peculiar thing of this event was that his own movements was barley even slowed.

As a result Hawkins avoided the projectiles and chased after the alien and jumped through the hole it created. When he landed on the deck belong he could hear the whine of automated defense and the screams of the ships defenders, they came from the direction of Impeller room 2. He chased after the alien hoping that the automated defense and crew would slow the alien down enough.

OOC: Their human; just in giant power armor

The Terminator paused; firing his bolter wildly about the room; whriling and reeling and trying to do damage. He pushed a button on the side of his armor; and the coutndown initiated. He fell to his knees, whispering the battle hymns of the Imperium, and, as the counter silently slowed to a stop...The device detonated; simultaneously with all his comrades'

An Official Statement

On behalf of the people of Draconis Nightcrawlis and it's independant colonies I lend our support to CoreWorlds in it's time of need.

Prince Kurt II

A blinding flash and a massive shockwave of flame through Hawkins back down the corridor...he failed to stop the enemy. When the flames were extinguished, he lay on the deck his armor scorched black and completely burned of in some places as well as his skin, charred black around his left shoulder and arm, as well as his right thigh and part of his face.

Pain was finally reaching his mind, and it hurt, but for a moment he relaxed and controlled his breathing, he made himself think that there was no pain, he forced it from his body, and it was gone. As he sat up he looked around and saw the broken bodies of his comrades that he failed to help, they died because he was too weak. A burning anger filled him at his failure, he hated his enemy for what he did, he was consumed by an aggression to do them harm, and suddenly the pain returned as his ruined body fell back down to the deck.

All he could do was lay there and wait for a medic, some hero he was. He passed out when he could just barley he the footsteps of the approaching medic.

Approaching The Tenetia Royal Spacestation

Two hours after the princes message was sent, a solo wing fighter approaced the spacestation. Aboard, it's solo occupant sent a message to the spacestation.

"This is Eamonn Jarlath, representative for Draconis Nightcrawlis requesting permission to dock."

Approaching The Tenetia Royal Spacestation

Two hours after the princes message was sent, a solo wing fighter approaced the spacestation. Aboard, it's solo occupant sent a message to the spacestation.

"This is Eamonn Jarlath, representative for Draconis Nightcrawlis requesting permission to dock."
"That's it? One fighter with a kid on it?" A petty officer asked, grumbling.

"Looks like it. Let him in anyway." the commander said.

"Eamonn Jarlath, you are allowed to dock. The Emperor will meet with you shortly."

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"Sir, a young man named Eamonn Jarlath is here." an aide said.

"Daniel's friend? Interesting. Let my son know to meet him."

"Yes sire."

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"Eamonn's here?" I asked, after the aide stopped me in the hall way.

"Yes, he is. He's at the main hangar bay."

"All right!" I yelled, and ran for the main hangar bay.

One man behind a desk said, "Admiral Karath. You have been ordered to take 30 ships of the First Fleet, and 10 of the Home Guard to Tenetia. Coreworlds is in trouble. How long will it take you to get ready?"
"Well, Mr. President, we're already manned and alert due to the attacks on Yavin IV. We can ship out now."
"Make it happen. When will you reach the summit?"
"In fourty-eight hours, sir. The Super Star Destroyers don't have a coaxial jump drive, so they'll have to ride the wave from the other thirty. Thank God we chose to mix the Corvettes and fighters in the bays, instead of just one type."
"Good luck, and good hunting."

Eamonn docked the wing fighter in the hanger bay and climbed out. Taking a backpack out, he slung it over one shoulder and looked around at his current surroundings.

"I'm sure Kurt would be better off coming here himself," he muttered to himself before walking off to find where he needed to go.

"Eamonn!" I called, running in from the other hall. "Over here!"

The vessels burst into space some six hours after the transmission was recieved, their hulls groaning under the stress of re-entry. Fusactors flared online, drives fired. The great Ship-of-the-Line Nox and its four small cruiser escorts Rebecca, Melissa, and Amanda, began to rapidly deccelerate.

"This is the WSGS Nox, carrying the High King Alicia, requesting permission to send a shuttle-parasite," the transmission flashed from the Nox as it approached Tenetia.

"Very well." The traffic control officer said. "Please dock at the Royal Space Station in orbit."

It is very large, about 3 km, and has several thousand people living in it. It is the current base of operations for the Emperor until he transferrs to the Sovereign fleet for the war.

Eamonn looked up. "Daniel!" he called back, waving back. "It's good to see you."

"So that was what disrupted the fold demension," captain Hunter muttered as the lead ship the AEN Hell Striker moved ahead of the cannon classes. "Helm what is the best choice for a replacement capital of all the CoreWorlds planet?" he suddenly asked. "Um..Tenetia sir. Besides there have been far more than normal sensor activity there." "Plot a space fold there. How long should it take?" "About fourty five minutes with no problems sir." "Well prepare to fold. And let the others know to stay here and look for anything that can help us understand what went on."
At that point the Hell Striker move ahead of the two cannon classes slowly as the sickly green distortions began to show from them charging there fold generators. As soon as the Hell Striker was 100km ahead of the other two it blinked out into the fold dimension traveling towards Tenetia at full speed.
Near Tenetia (500km form it) a small portion of space started to distort pushing everything out of it clearing the way for the Hell Striker's arival almost a hour later.

The four Weyrean vessels halted far enough from Tenetia that the planet was only a small dot on the visual scanners. There was no point in advancing further, and Weyrean vessels were better suited for deep space combat.

The sleek shuttle shot out of the Nox's parasite bay, and spent the rest of its short flight redlining its forward screws (engines) in order to deccelerate.

The outer airlock seals hissed; pressures equalized. Weyrik did not distinguish between genders, which made for some uncomfortable surprises when foreign dignitaries were first presented to the High King. Alicia stepped lightly out of the shuttle, covered by a black cloak that concealed most of her body, and matched her long, raven hair. Her only ornament was a small clasp bearing the insignia of the Kingdom -- a tower beneath a mountain, with the rising sun and three stars above. She looked not a day over twenty-five, even if she was already past two hundred. The High King wondered if she would have to explain why her title was what it was.

Eamonn looked up. "Daniel!" he called back, waving back. "It's good to see you."
"Yeah! C'mon, I'll show you to your room." I said. "I haven't seen you for a while, since that time when we landed in a crime nest."

Eamonn smiled. "I can still clearly remember that," he replied.

The shuttle left the Destroyer class ship Intred and landed in the dock of the Tenetia Space Station, off stepped Jouch, as well as a few other diplomats, and some soldiers.

On board the CMS Iwo Jima, Admiral Karath was summoned to the Bridge.
"This better be good Ensign. What is it?"

"The SSDs claim that they can jump into hyperspace during the coaxial jump. It'll bring our whole fleet in Hyperspace and we'll reach our destination within two hours."

"What's the risks?"

"The Techies say that if we do it right, we'll be there in an hour after the program's finished. The drawbacks are, if we don't do it right, we'll be farther away than when we started or we could be destroyed."

"Well, we can't take that chance. Order everyone to go in single-file to use a slip-stream effect. We should be there within twelve hours if we do it."

"Yes Admiral."

Eamonn smiled. "I can still clearly remember that," he replied.
"Yeah. Good thing we took down that crime boss, eh?"

-----

Andrew spotted Jouch and excused himself from Kartion to speak with him. "The delegates from Techon, I presume? I'm glad you have come in in these trying times. How is Konas?"

"Yeah. Good thing we took down that crime boss, eh?"

"Yeah, definitely," Eamonn agreed.

Almost instantly the distortions in the one spot near Tenetia stopped and were replaced by a 5km ball of sickly green light. Slowly it dissipated revealing the Hell Striker. "Sir the fold has been completed," the helms man said to the captain as the view screen's tint returned to normal. "Turn about till you face the planet. And make sure no weapons or fighters are powered up." "Yes sir. Shutting down weapons systems." At that point the Striker's graceful form began turning her black armor plating reflecting the rays of the systems sun.

"Yeah, definitely," Eamonn agreed.
"That was kinda fun, now that you think about it...ah, here we are!" I found the room, which was actually a large apartment-like room with it's own room service and holocable. "My room, but we can share it. Cool?"

Andrew spotted Jouch and excused himself from Kartion to speak with him. "The delegates from Techon, I presume? I'm glad you have come in in these trying times. How is Konas?"
[OOC: I am assuming your talking about Konas and not a misspelled Jonas]

"Konas," Jouch said after a moment of hesitation. "Well he..."

A man walked down the ramp, a black cloak over him, with a hood over his head, he lifted his arms and removed the hood with gloved hands, to reveal Konas, the Jedi Master.

"I am doing fine," He said in a calm and relaxed voice. "It is nice to see you again Sire."

"Yeah, it's cool, it's massive," Eamonn remarked, taking his backpack off and holding it in his hand.

[OOC: I am assuming your talking about Konas and not a misspelled Jonas]

"Konas," Jouch said after a moment of hesitation. "Well he..."

A man walked down the ramp, a black cloak over him, with a hood over his head, he lifted his arms and removed the hood with gloved hands, to reveal Konas, the Jedi Master.

"I am doing fine," He said in a calm and relaxed voice. "It is nice to see you again Sire."
"It's good to see you too." Andrew said, smiling. "I shall wait for other delegates before commencing with the war plans. It's not going to be easy, or short, this war."

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"Put that backpack right there." I said, pointing to a closet with all my clothes and stuff. "I need to talk to you, seriously."

Alicia swept a stray strand of hair out of her eyes as two magi'i in black stepped from the small shuttlecraft. The hatch sealed with a hiss. Like the High King, the magi'i were covered by dark cloaks, beneath which each carried two weapons. One weapon was reminiscent of a Jedi's lightsabre, albeit its color varied on its wielder's disposition, and its workings were a secret that only a few knew. The second weapon was smaller, like a dagger when active, made for parrying and for close attack.

"This is...an interesting place," the older magus said.

"Right," the younger magus replied, "you've spent the entire flight sleeping, and now you think this piece of junk's interesting."

"Patience. After you get past Rank Two, you can gripe to me about my sleeping habits. Until then, I say that this place interests me....even if it's not much bigger than the Nox."

"Let's hope it doesn't get too interesting," Alicia replied, before the two magi'i could get into another argument. Mouse should be here, or Ash, not me. "Let's find out what's happening." "And how I can ditch you."

Emperor Masaki caught the last bits of argument from the Weyran delegates as they walked towards him. "You must be the High King's delegates. Welcome to the Royal Tenetia Station. These are delegates from Techon, on of our most trusted allies."

"Thank you, Emperor, delegate Jouch " Alicia bowed. "I'm High King Alicia li'Wye, this is Corel Liu and Jun Rath, magi'i of Weyr," the magi'i each inclined his head in turn.

"And I'm Emperor Andrew Masaki, my dear." Andrew smiled and bowed. Hopes Jenny doesn't cream me for this... "Pleased to meet you."

"Thank you, Emperor, delegate Jouch " Alicia bowed. "I'm High King Alicia li'Wye, this is Corel Liu and Jun Rath, magi'i of Weyr," the magi'i each inclined his head in turn.

Jouch bows as well, smiling slightly as he does so, Konas stands there with his cloak still on, the tips of his fingers meeting bellow his chin, watching the greetings.

Point Luck
UFP Task Group’s Staging Point

Rear Admiral of the Red Marge Yustin, sat in her quarters staring out to space, she was working on her second cup of earl grey, looking over the disposition of her forces. Which were for past few days making best speed to Point Luck from all across the UFP, the last unit just having arrived from Juria, with battle damage and valuable intelligence.
“So we are all here for the party sir.” She told the lone hooded figure on the far side of her quarters.
“Please don’t call me ‘Sir’ you are in command her not I, admiral.”
“Yes sir.” She told the man ignoring his comment, “The entire UFP Task Group has been consolidated here, it’s the largest concentration of our ships outside the Raumriech, from her we will move with all speed to Tenetia, to assist our allies per our treaty obligations.”
“Very well, be sure not to fail these people as I failed the Vernii.” He remembered sourly.
“Sir, you didn’t not fail the Vernii, you had but a small Flotilla, how could you have hoped to stand against the collected might of the GSA, Valinor and the Ortagan Hegemony!”
“Odds matter not in our profession only results, and I pray to the tester that we do not fail the Core Worlds in this Campaign.” He said finishing the convocation.
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It was only a short time later that the entire UFP task group translated into real space outside the Tenetia system, it was an impressive display sixteen ships of the wall formed a 4x4 square the super dreadnaughts stretched over four kilometers in length their broadsides bristling with weaponry. The thirty-two battle cruisers formed as a vanguard in front of the wall. The carriers formed at the rear of the wall with scores of screening units disturbed around the formation.

A lone Cutter raced ahead of the fleet with a squadron of LACs as an escort and headed towards the station where the meeting would be held.

"Put that backpack right there." I said, pointing to a closet with all my clothes and stuff. "I need to talk to you, seriously."

"Ok," Eamonn said, placing his backpack beside the closet.

"And I'm Emperor Andrew Masaki, my dear." Andrew smiled and bowed. Hopes Jenny doesn't cream me for this... "Pleased to meet you."

"It's an honor to be here, even in these trying times. I'm afraid I'm not the best Weyrean for the job, but Admiral Storm has his hands full with the fleet, and couldn't come." If Mouse is using this time to get laid, I'll shove him out an airlock. And what or where is Tenchon?

"Ok," Eamonn said, placing his backpack beside the closet.
"You know that the Death Star destroyed Juria." I said solemnly. "We are about to convene a War Council with our allies, to decide how to destroy it and defeat the Sith. I want you by my side. Maybe you can input some advice."

Mean wile in warp the UFS Titan was en route to Tenetia
On board the titan was president Robert bastidas, he was sitting back in his chair slightly winching over some reports. He swung around his chair and looked out towards the passing beams of light he sighed a bit saying to him self “ this might be a war we wont for get not ever ..” he walked over to a replicator he pressed a button and spoke lightly but deeply in to the computer “Peach tea please “ the computer beeped and then a large stream of particles Materialized a cup with dark orange liquid in it . one of his officer from the bridge some what nerdy but confident walked in and said “ Sir Mr. president were approaching our dentition “ rob nodded very well drop out of warp and ask permission to dock “ with that the titan slowly dropped out of warp a stream of blue particles behind it the 1.6 km ship glided in a hum towards the station singles form it requesting to dock via sending a shuttle over with the president on board . the large ship loomed over some others its lights blinking in the blackness of space

"It's an honor to be here, even in these trying times. I'm afraid I'm not the best Weyrean for the job, but Admiral Storm has his hands full with the fleet, and couldn't come." If Mouse is using this time to get laid, I'll shove him out an airlock. And what or where is Tenchon?
"Hopefully, it will be enough." Andrew said diplomatically.

Konas smirked slightly after using the force to read her thoughts.

"Actually its Techon, not Tenchon, its a nation, rather large, consisting of over twenty star systems, its on the edge of unknown space," He explained. "We are a very proud nation, rather powerful also, seeing is how we have the right to lay claim over anything we find in the unknown regions. We have been allies with CoreWorlds for a long time now, before I've was born, Tenchi Masaki and our Former Emperor Imitus VI were close friends as well."

He took a breath.

"Now, may I ask, what and where is Weyr?" He asked with another smirk.

"You know that the Death Star destroyed Juria." I said solemnly. "We are about to convene a War Council with our allies, to decide how to destroy it and defeat the Sith. I want you by my side. Maybe you can input some advice."

Eamonn nodded. "I will help as much as I can," he promised.

"Mr. President, you may dock." The bored traffic controller said to the TFU delegate. "You may dock, delegates of The Wick. Have a nice day."

Back at the remains of Juria....
Ten more cannon class super cruisers defolded within the 45 minutes that the Hell Striker was gone. Each one of them with the exception of one were of the AE fleet. The odd one out was smaller. "When the hell did the Firestorm arive?!?" the captain of the AEN Battlecry exclaimed as he looked out the view port from the officers club at the PSN Firestorm. "Sir. It arived with us due to the fact that we were escorting it when the order came to move to Juria....or whats left of it," a comander replied as the other captians and comanders sat and stood around the room. "Fine. Let them know that they are to call in as many X-101s as posible." "Yes sir."

Back over Tenetia...
The AEN Hell Striker still silent as ever almost seemed dead if it wasn't for the small lights on the outside still on iluminating a small airlock. "So they havn't noticed us yet. If we were at war with them we might have already done ungodly damage to this planet and boarded several ships." "Sir? What are you talking about?" "Just a what if. Thats all. Keep her postioned here and if they don't notice us in ten minutes send a hail." "Yes sir."

Eamonn nodded. "I will help as much as I can," he promised.
"That's cool." I said. "Now, let's see...wanna play holochess til the delegates are ready?"

----

Andrew noticed through the Force that others have arrived. "Well, I'll leave you two to talk. You may take some refreshments from over there."

A large table of goodies is spread out in the middle of the large floor for the guests.

"That's cool." I said. "Now, let's see...wanna play holochess til the delegates are ready?"

"Sure," Eamonn replied, even though he knew he was lousy at chess in any form.

Back over Tenetia...
The AEN Hell Striker still silent as ever almost seemed dead if it wasn't for the small lights on the outside still on iluminating a small airlock. "So they havn't noticed us yet. If we were at war with them we might have already done ungodly damage to this planet and boarded several ships." "Sir? What are you talking about?" "Just a what if. Thats all. Keep her postioned here and if they don't notice us in ten minutes send a hail." "Yes sir."

It didn't take long for a Star Destroyer to finally notice the ship, and the sensor crew was embarrassed at missing it, and were ordered on drills to get them in shape.

"Unknown ship, please state your reasons for being here. We're at high alert, as you probably know by now."

"Mr. President, you may dock." The bored traffic controller said to the TFU delegate. "You may dock, delegates of The Wick. Have a nice day."
The officer ran back over to Robert saying “ sir permission to dock with a shuttle approved” rob smiled and walked over to the turbo lift a few moments later arriving in the shuttle bay wandering over quickly to a Danube class runabout its hatches open
, rob slowly walked in sitting on a chair taping a few buttons the runabout lifted humming loudly the bay doors opening in a mechanical sound the runabout flew out and with in a few minutes had slowly made its way to the other ship docking with it moments later . rob stood up walked out on to the ships docking port looking around smiling

"Sure," Eamonn replied, even though he knew he was lousy at chess in any form.
I pulled out a hologram that has the black and white chess board, and chose black. Holopieces appeared, and we could touch them to move them. "You begin."

The officer ran back over to Robert saying “ sir permission to dock with a shuttle approved” rob smiled and walked over to the turbo lift a few moments later arriving in the shuttle bay wandering over quickly to a Danube class runabout its hatches open
, rob slowly walked in sitting on a chair taping a few buttons the runabout lifted humming loudly the bay doors opening in a mechanical sound the runabout flew out and with in a few minutes had slowly made its way to the other ship docking with it moments later . rob stood up walked out on to the ships docking port looking around smiling
"Ahh. Mr. President." The Secretary of State said, beaming. "Come with me. How was your trip, sir?"

"Ok," Eamonn replied and moved a pawn two spaces forward.

Konas smirked slightly after using the force to read her thoughts.

"Actually its Techon, not Tenchon, its a nation, rather large, consisting of over twenty star systems, its on the edge of unknown space," He explained. "We are a very proud nation, rather powerful also, seeing is how we have the right to lay claim over anything we find in the unknown regions. We have been allies with CoreWorlds for a long time now, before I've was born, Tenchi Masaki and our Former Emperor Imitus VI were close friends as well."

He took a breath.

"Now, may I ask, what and where is Weyr?" He asked with another smirk.

"In short? It's a bunch of rabid, self-proclaimed sentients on the edge of the galaxy who get a kick out of cutting each other's throats," Alicia replied, not showing a hint of emotion. "I'll be sure to add the information you've given me to the central database."

And since we can both read thoughts, would you be so kind as to stay the frig out of my head? she accompanied the words with a thought-image of annoyance.

"Ok," Eamonn replied and moved a pawn two spaces forward.
I moved my left knight three spaces up and one space left.

Rob smiled his stressed out many years of service look obvious from at least a few meters away he said in a deep but calm voice “very good very good indeed thank you for asking I trust all the delegates got here accordingly ? “

"This is the AEN Hell Striker of the Phalanix fleet. We had just recently stumbled upon the remains of Juria and are wondering what happened. AS you will notice our weapons are powered down and we wish no harm," the reply said as the com officer stiffled some laughter at the time it took for them to notice.

"In short? It's a bunch of rabid, self-proclaimed sentients on the edge of the galaxy who get a kick out of cutting each other's throats," Alicia replied, not showing a hint of emotion. "I'll be sure to add the information you've given me to the central database."

And since we can both read thoughts, would you be so kind as to stay the frig out of my head? she accompanied the words with a thought-image of annoyance.
A Jedi Master must alwasy been in tune witht he force Konas said nodding his head and smiling before walking off.

"Yes well," Jouch said looking around.

I moved my left knight three spaces up and one space left.

Eamonn moved a different pawn one space forward.

"Anyone else here I would know," he asked.

"This is the AEN Hell Striker of the Phalanix fleet. We had just recently stumbled upon the remains of Juria and are wondering what happened. AS you will notice our weapons are powered down and we wish no harm," the reply said as the com officer stiffled some laughter at the time it took for them to notice.
"A Death Star destroyed Juria." The captain said solemnly. "We are about to convene an Alliance War Council to decide how to give it the same fate. If you would like to come over, as a representative of your nation..."

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"Yes, all the delegates are here now, except maybe one or two." Yanosuke Masaki said as he escorted Robert to the Delegate Chambers. "Here they all are. You can see the nations of Weyr, the Wick, Techon, are represented here."

He pointed out each delegate.

----

The Hokage soon reverted to realspace and also sent a fighter to it. That fighter contains Naruto Uzumaki, the Intelligence Director.

Eamonn moved a different pawn one space forward.

"Anyone else here I would know," he asked.
"I don't think...oh wait! Kartion is on board! You know, my former Master. as well as..." I stretched out with my feelings as I moved the queen's pawn forward one space..."Master Konas."

"I remember Kartion," Eamonn said, moving his knight upwards and then to the left.

"I remember Kartion," Eamonn said, moving his knight upwards and then to the left.
I moved the king's pawn forward. "Yeah, he disappeared after my grandfather was defeated. I did notice that he wasn't exactly on the light anymore."

"Yes. We'll be sending over one. We'll launch his fighter in moments," the com officer replied. "God how could a weapon like that exist?" one of the other officers asked himself. "Sir uh who will we be sending over?" "Let commander Lancer know that he is launching in three minutes." "Yes sir." Over the PA system the com operators voice rang out "Commander Lancer report to fighter bay one. I repeat commander Lancer report to fighter bay one." Eric Lancer sighed as he jogged to the fighter bay. His fighter was waiting for him even though he was relatively annoyed about not being aloud to wear his armor he was aloud to carry a cyclone unit in his fighter. As he climbed up and sat down the fighters AI system fired up and began stating the mission on the first view screen. Fallowing the lowering of the canopy the fighter was shot out of the bay on the launch catapult. "This is commander Lancer of Phalanix. Where am I to land?"

"Yes. We'll be sending over one. We'll launch his fighter in moments," the com officer replied. "God how could a weapon like that exist?" one of the other officers asked himself. "Sir uh who will we be sending over?" "Let commander Lancer know that he is launching in three minutes." "Yes sir." Over the PA system the com operators voice rang out "Commander Lancer report to fighter bay one. I repeat commander Lancer report to fighter bay one." Eric Lancer sighed as he jogged to the fighter bay. His fighter was waiting for him even though he was relatively annoyed about not being aloud to wear his armor he was aloud to carry a cyclone unit in his fighter. As he climbed up and sat down the fighters AI system fired up and began stating the mission on the first view screen. Fallowing the lowering of the canopy the fighter was shot out of the bay on the launch catapult. "This is commander Lancer of Phalanix. Where am I to land?"
"The main hangar bay. Thank you and have a nice day."
Naruto's fighter went into the hangar bay and the young man (never seemed to age, ever) disembarked.

A Jedi Master must alwasy been in tune witht he force Konas said nodding his head and smiling before walking off.

"Yes well," Jouch said looking around.

"Must a Jedi also stick into everyone's business?" Alicia inquired, although she doubted that the Jedi would reply, or even 'hear' her. "No, that was unfair..." she mentally sighed/ruefully smiled after a moment. He did answer my question, and it was his business.

I moved the king's pawn forward. "Yeah, he disappeared after my grandfather was defeated. I did notice that he wasn't exactly on the light anymore."

"I'd heard he had done some bad stuff," Eamonn replied, pondering his next move. He finally decided to just move a pawn forward, he really didn't car much for chess. "I don't know if they were rumours or not."

The VBR-2 darted towards the main hanger only transforming into the hybrid form for slow down to land. As it did the nose of the hybrid fighter dipped down to let the canopy open and the comander jump out he lokd around and muttered to himself.

The VBR-2 darted towards the main hanger only transforming into the hybrid form for slow down to land. As it did the nose of the hybrid fighter dipped down to let the canopy open and the comander jump out he lokd around and muttered to himself.
An aide came to see the commander and Naruto together. "Welcome to the Royal Station! Please come with me."

The aide escorted them to the other delegates.

Eric nodded and fallowed the aide to the room with the other delegates. He looked around at the others and started to size everyone up.

Andrew looked at everyone chatting it up or else standing around, waiting for the council to begin. Good. Looks like everyone has arrived. He walked up to the front of the hall.

"Attention, everyone!" He said, getting everyone's attention. "I thank you all for coming in these trying times. Please follow me."

Andrew motioned for the crowd to follow him, and he whispered to an aide. "Get Daniel and his friend, now."

"Yes sir." The aide disappeared.

----

The aide knocked on my door. "Honored Heir? Your father wishes for your presence."

"All right, I'll be there! Come on, Eamonn." I said, stopping the chess game and headed out the door with him.

Eamonn headed out the door after Daniel. He didn't know what to expect.

The aide escorted us to the Meeting Hall, where the Delegates were all beginning to sit down at a large round table. I took a seat by my Dad, and had Eamonn sit in the seat next to mine.

Eamonn sat down and looked around to see all the others who were there.

OOC: too slow writting this assume it was written before the move to the meeting room...Thanks

The delegates from the WIck comprised only three people, a tall obviously well muscled man who wore a simple green cloak whose hood obscured his face. He dwarfed the rather short Asian woman dressed in the formfitting leather flight suit of the LAC wings, she would also have stood out in a crowd due to the most easily defining attribute of a WIckian she was bald here head was ringed in a neon purple stripes the pattern and color unique to every WIckian. Behind her was a man of average build for a WIckian dressed in the green-grey skin suit of the WIckian Marines.

The man with the robe approached Andrew Masaki and pulled back his hood reveling his horribly burned and pitted face, it was a sign of trust and friendship, as every time the man saw his reflection it was a reminder of a painful past. He kept it covered in public lowering the hood only when among friends.

"Emperor Masaki, I am known only Arduous, a mere son of Thetis, but I speak for the Commonwealth, when we are here to help defend your nation's liberty against the Sith, by my honor I swear that either the Sith will fall or shall I instead." He said his voice icy

"Thank you, Arduous." Emperor Masaki had only whispered.

Rob mean wile hurried to get in to the meeting room and found him self a chair the some what tall and mature (looks 16 ) boy sat down and waited for others to come in

"Fellow delegates, thank you so much for coming. We are all here because of many reasons. 1 billion of tham, in fact. As you know, the Death Star of the Sith has attacked and destroyed our capital planet of Juria. My son and I had barely escaped in time, along with about ten million others. But the other billion could not make it, and so they were slain by the evil of the Sith for no other reason than they wish our destruction."

Andrew stopped for a minute before going on...

Eric looked around. He sat down quietly shifting his postion to help hide his left demon arm. Ever since it began healing his dress uniform had been modified to hide it. Even though he looked about 20 he already had almost 13 years logged in combat and even when he heard about how a billion innocent lives were ended in seconds he felt sick. He sighed and spoke up "I'm sorry for the loss of those innocent people. If my nation had known sooner we would have been helping with what ever was needed."

"It could not have been helped, my friend." Andrew said solemnly. "The Sith would merely have added more lives to the ones they've already slain."

He turned back to the Council. "Why have I contacted you all, if the Sith could go and attack each and every one of our nations? Why have I convened this War Council? I am asking for your aid in order to destroy the Death Star and defeat the Sith, in any way possible."

"We must plan carefully how to go about this. Does anyone wish to contribute their thoughts on how to go about destroying it?"

"Is it posible to board it and take it out from the inside? Like have some charges set on the power core area and have them detonate when we can get to a safe distance," Eric said almost insantly, "But one problem is if they have sheilds. We would ahve to take them down first then insert the team."

"Admiral, we have reached Tenetia."
"Thank you. You've have had a long night Ensign Lu. Consider yourself relieved."
"Thank you sir. I think I'll wait untill my replacement arrives, though."
"Very well."

The Admiral walks to his quarters where he gathers his pistols, Holocheckers, Holochess, Holographic Mah Jong, a few datapads, and his lucky Bowie knife. He then leaves for his personal shuttle with his staff.
"Tenetia Command. Tenetia Command. This is the Marine fleet. Requesting permission to launch our diplomatic shuttle, Charlie Mike Three."

OOC: Teleport yourself in. Damn! Can't believe I missed you!

IC:
"You're late, my friend. Hurry, and you can still make it. Dock is granted."

The shuttle landed quickly. The Admiral rushed into the already-started meeting while his men unloaded everything. All he carried was a few datapads carrying the details of the Deathstars that he had received prior to their departure and his own plans for destroying them.
Admiral Karath burst in saying, "Sorry I'm late...*huffpuffwheeze*...We caught a snag in warp...*wheeze*...So, where are we?"

I almost laughed when the Admiral rushed in.

"We were just about to begin plans on how to destroy the Death Star." Andrew said, smiling a bit. "Which reminds me."

Andrew punched in series of buttons, and in the center of the table, a hologram of the original Death Star, plus what our operatives have found, appeared before the delegate's eyes.

"This is the original specs of the Death Star, plus what we have gathered recently." Andrew said. "Now the original had a fatal flaw in a small thermal exhaust port that allowed Luke Skywalker to send a couple proton torpedoes down it to destroy it."

"This new one has a stronger shield over the exhaust port, as strong as the Second Death Star, which was destroyed at Endor. That meant that now, nothing could get through the shields, not even fighters. Our first order of business would be to find a way to take down those shields. A strike team, like the delegate from Phalanix has said, seems to be our best bet, but I would like any other options."

"I'd also like to say something else. That superlaser has to be knocked out first. Is there any way to damage the superlaser so that it won't function? Becasue if we can take down that laser we will have to deal with the sith ships and fighters," Eric said as his left fist clenched up a thte thought of ending the sith threat.

"That will also require taking the shields down, otherwise any attack run is sure to fail. The superlaser is protected by the shield, as well." Emperor Masaki said. "So it definitely comes down to either a strike team, or a volley of our most powerful weapons."

"How about we build a Deathstar after destroying this one, and keep it as a deterrent against further attacks. I think they'll get the point and stop building the damned things. I suggest that we send an all frequency volley right down the superlaser's barrel. That'll go straight to the power core, and blow up the sation." The Admiral stated fairly curtly.

"Well just one thing I've noticed. If we are going to use a strike team we will need to pick a hanger to move in on. It's highly doubtful that we could land one in gun port area. And if we have to we can also hijack some of the fighters docked in that hanger for a diversion if needed. But I'm just guessing that a strike team would encounter multipule sith knights along the way."

"Well just one thing I've noticed. If we are going to use a strike team we will need to pick a hanger to move in on. It's highly doubtful that we could land one in gun port area. And if we have to we can also hijack some of the fighters docked in that hanger for a diversion if needed. But I'm just guessing that a strike team would encounter multipule sith knights along the way."
"That's what you need Jedi like me for, right?" I said, with an unadded duh. "Anyway, we'll need to land in an area where and when they will least expect us. That will require some good planning."

"As for building a Death Star of our own, I don't think so." Andrew said. "There's too much of a problem of someone being able to somehow hijack it and threaten innocent worlds."

"That and if we built our own deathstar we could easily become drunk on power and abuse it. Also I'm sure I can handel a sith knight. I'm no Jedi but give me my armor and a plasma blade and that knight has got one hell of a fight. But anyways Can you please point out the hangers on the diagram so we can see where we would have for options," Eric said as his eyes flaired for a moment. Even though the slight flare was visable to everyone who was looking he surpessed it and began to get back to his tactical line of thought.

The Death Star grew a bit larger, and a whole lot of hangars appeared, each one for TIEs and even a couple large enough to fit Star Destroyers and large freighters.

"Just wondering but are there any shuttles or transports that are due to arive at the deathstar that we could capture. Replace the crew and deply our strike force then. That way we wouldn't have a massive battle on our hands risking the loss of so many lives."

"What about the shooting a bullet down a barrel? That'll jam the gun and blow up the bore!" The Admiral declared. "It is the least risky, and with the greatest rewards. I don't think that taking over a hanger would work. If all else fails, they could depressurize the bay and keep the sheilds active. That'd kill everyone quickly."

"Just wondering but are there any shuttles or transports that are due to arive at the deathstar that we could capture. Replace the crew and deply our strike force then. That way we wouldn't have a massive battle on our hands risking the loss of so many lives."
"Perhaps, but we could also try slicing code into the Sith computers in order to give our strike members false identities." Naruto spoke up. "And then choose a freighter, hijack that, and then slice code to have it allow said freighters to head for the Death Star safely. Might work, depending on how alert the Sith are."

OOC: Slice code is Star Wars slang for hacking.

"What about the shooting a bullet down a barrel? That'll jam the gun and blow up the bore!" The Admiral declared. "It is the least risky, and with the greatest rewards. I don't think that taking over a hanger would work. If all else fails, they could depressurize the bay and keep the sheilds active. That'd kill everyone quickly."
"They could simply vaporize the bullet, even with a low-powered shot." Andrew pointed out. "and it still requires taking out the shields."

"Well I'd asume after such a victory as destroying the capital world of your enemy you'd be fiarly cocky. I'm sure some idiot captain would have a bloated sense of security and we could abuse that."

"They could simply vaporize the bullet, even with a low-powered shot." Andrew pointed out. "and it still requires taking out the shields."
What I mean is that we shoot the same type of weapon down the bore of the cannor. The two shots would feed-back on the core and blow it up. I mean the term bullet figuratively."

"Well I'd asume after such a victory as destroying the capital world of your enemy you'd be fiarly cocky. I'm sure some idiot captain would have a bloated sense of security and we could abuse that."
I smiled at the thought. "Perhaps that would work...I'd love to burst their bubbles that way."

OOC:
Picture time! I do this once every major RP of mine, so that people know who my main characters are.
Emperor Andrew Masaki (Give him a fuzzier beard and a moustache and a little grey on the edges of his hair):
http://www.echuta.net/jacen/visuals/gallery/pnjo15.jpg

Honored Heir Daniel Masaki:
http://www.smes.org/students/webmag1/Robert/shinji03.jpg

What I mean is that we shoot the same type of weapon down the bore of the cannor. The two shots would feed-back on the core and blow it up. I mean the term bullet figuratively."
"Ah. Thanks for the clarification."

"I'm glad you like that. Also I'm volunteering to lead the strike force."

OCC: lol I'll pull up Erics pic
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v90/PhoenixMaxwell/akito.jpg

Sure you want to join, Daniel? It would be dangerous. Dad warned me through the Force. He and I have talked about it for a while.

I'll be fine. I have Eamonn here to back me up. Besides, you'll send a company of troops with me, right?

And a couple of Masters, like Kartion and Konas.

Right, right.

"I'm in." I smirked.

"Been a while since I was able to use my ninja skills. Me too." Naruto beamed.

OOC: My guy
http://www.absoluteanime.cim/robotech/admhayes.jpg

Eric smirked slightly. "Looks like this is gona be fun. Besides I've been wondering how my plasma blades will hold up to a lightsaber," he said as his smirk widdened to a grin, "We should start preparing for the attack on the ship we will hijack and also we have to find it. "

OOC: Will wait for the others now, before posting again.

OCC:Ya I'll be getting to sleep anyways. All most 1AM here. I'll also write up the stats for Eric's custom combat equipment tomorrow. And this is way better than the way we talked aobut in the AIM meeting.

OOC: Sure is. :D

International Relations 11th Division Headquarters - Miltia Branch
UMN Adminsitrative Building - Miltia, -Noir-

"Sir, we've recieved a message from Coreworlds..."

The young officer transfers the message file from her station to the CO who was currently on duty.



"Ah...I see...Forward this message to the Consul immediately." said the CO, as he copied the message and transfered it to "archive."


OOC:...eh...need CW to give me his invite...
OOC2 (made 5 minutes after original post): shoot...thread grew like 5 pages...

The battle was proceeding precisely to plan. The Coreworld fleet was now engaging in a head on fire fight with vastly superior Sith fleet. The Coreworld fleet lacking the ability to manoeuvre and shield their more damaged forces were at a great disadvantage compared to the Empires ships. Whenever a damaged vessel was nearing a shield failure it would move to the rear of the fleet where it could recharge and then later rejoin the battle. There was now a compliment of Forty Star Destroyers and one Super Star Destroyer hiding in the shadow of the Death Star. Having recharged their shields and recalled their own fighters for support the trap would be sprung.

Emerging upon the Coreworld fleet from the opposite side of the Death Star the enemy would now find themselves in a deadly crossfire. With Turbo laser and ion cannon fire erupting from both sides of their fleet the enemy vessels would not last much longer.

Attack runs made upon the power junction were of course futile as they had always intended to be. The enemies missiles and weapons were allowed to strike home destroying what they believed to be the main relay to the super laser itself, they were wrong.

From concealed fighter bays and cargo holds swarms of Tie fighters and Tie defenders emerged to remove the Fighter threat for this battle.

On board the Bridge Admiral Veers was already considering the next phase of his plans. “Tactical” he boomed. “Bring the Super laser to full power and target their flagship.”

An eager “Yes sir” followed over the comm link.

“An excellent plan Admiral.” The captain resounded. “Your going to have the super laser pass through their flag ship and hit the shipyards.” Admiral Veers turned towards his second in command with a weak smile. “I was trained by the Empire of old. All of my plans are excellent.”

The holes in the southern shields of the Death Star had now been healed. With more power generated to that section whereas areas not under fire were considerably weakened, however these areas were at the opposite end and were far from the battle.

The Imperial forces had lost another four Star Destroyers where another eight had been heavily damaged. The fleet was paying for this attack however Coreworlds would pay the heavier price.

Arduous consider the various proposals offered by the delegates, he favored the proposition of sending in a strike team.

"If I may," he asked Andrew waiting to be recognized before continuing. "I think that this situation requires the guile of an elite strike team to be successful. And I think that the idea of using a captured shuttle holds merit.”

“However, I have noticed some problems we have encountered here, a point brought up is that of depressurization, all of our marines are equipped with power armor and skin suits that negate the effects of vacuum, we can make these available to you all if you wish."

"As to who I will send on the strike mission" Indicating the man in the marine skin suit behind him "Master Sergeant Hawkins here has volunteered to join the mission. I can also attach a squad or two of our marines…their firepower and expertise in such matters are considerable."

"Looks like I'm in," Eamonn remarked.

From the surface of Curoscant the Imperial armies were preparing to ship out. Their allies were docking at the ship yards, their ships were many however they were not good enough.

A complete refit had been ordered by the imperial command, from shield generators to weapons turrets the Chronasian fleet would be stronger. The emperor did not doubt their strength of will or honour on the battle field however he did doubt their combat effectiveness in a major fleet engagement. With shield generators and new missiles such a proton torpedoes were quickly added to the allied fleet. Imperial reactors were too added to the vessels powering the shield generators alone. In effect the Chronasian forces had two types of technology on board with none of it inter mixing, which was necessary for haste and the plans.

The emperor and the Chronasian delegates had been in discussion for many hours debating the war, and it was agreed that it was winnable. The initial strike on Coreworlds was a heavy wound that would continue to bleed. Their fleet was dispersed across the Galaxy, refugees continued to litter the Galaxy which would only spread their armed forces even thinner. However the Sith did not have this problem. Their Hyperspace lanes were intact and cargo was flowing freely, the Empire had truly struck back.

The plan of actions was to have the main Sith fleet with the death Star to attack Coreworlds itself and route out the Jedi. While the allies Doomingsland and Chronasia struck at the defenders of Coreworlds themselves. Chronasia would attack The Fedral Union and occupy his forces while Doomingsland would attack another enemy (still to be confirmed).

It was a simple but hopefully an effective plan. Coreworlds had to be defeated before its allies became the sword of the Jedi.

However the was a secondary plan in motion. Hopefully it would work. A scheme from within.

Rob sat around randomly listening to every thing ... not knowing what to say.

At the edge of the Tenetia system a small transport emerged. It was black streamlined and ominous, it was a Sith transport. Inside there lay four Imperial guards and a Sith Lord sent to this system to ask for the surrender of the Coreworldian Empire. At the edge of the system the hails of the shuttle erupted, which would alert everyone and everything to its presence.

“This is the Sith transport Hell. We are here to speak to your emperor.”

The Chronosian fleet rippled with new fleet as it dismbarked; slowly edging away from Coruscant.
"My lord; weapons are at full strength; full power has been restored to all decks and the Sith technology has been successfully implemented."
"Excellent; the Lord said our destination was the Federal Union and tis territories...We shall reap a mighty harvest of all who oppose the Imperium."
"Indeed sir. The Orbital Bombardment prototype has been readied. All previous weapons and drop pods systems have been prepared; along with some...new weapons from our allies."
"Excellent; soon we shall complete the test phase; tell me, has the viral bombardment system been checked?"
"Aye lord, the life-eater virus is in stasis; prepared for implementation."
"Good...Then all shall progress as to the Emperor's will. Prepare to engage the warp drive..."
"In his name, we serve!"
And with that; the whirr of metal, the humm of engines, the Fleet transitioned to the warp; guided by the Navigators, and the affirming flame of the Astronomicon

OOC: Anyone who needs me on AIM: homer2101v1
High King Alicia li'Wye :: http://tinypic.com/c45z7



At the edge of the Tenetia system a small transport emerged. It was black streamlined and ominous, it was a Sith transport. Inside there lay four Imperial guards and a Sith Lord sent to this system to ask for the surrender of the Coreworldian Empire. At the edge of the system the hails of the shuttle erupted, which would alert everyone and everything to its presence.

“This is the Sith transport Hell. We are here to speak to your emperor.”

The bridge of the WSGS Nox, deep within the bowels of the vessel, was already plotting the vessel on its contact log.

"Ser, we have enemy transpot on passives."

"Firing solution?"

"Implemented."

"Good. Ready to fire if they do anything stupid."

*********

Alicia listened carefully while the other delegates debated the best course of action, meanwhile studying the holoprojection of the Death Star. The only two choices seemed to be overloading the station's shields, or going inside and sabotaging the station. There were the Whooper s'artillery...which would be destroyed in a close fight.

Firepower.....no....not unless the Sith.... this was going down an interesting path, but it wouldn't work, Alicia decided. Inflitration it is.

"I'll go," she said. And so will the two magi'i, because Ash'll skin them alive if they don't. "I do not believe we should send more than a dozen persons, however. We're going to disable the station, not to take it over. If we're found out, an entire division of Jedi won't save us."

Tenetian imbound.

An arduous six hour journey through NSpace from Hiigara; another Arkship near the core. On board the Ambassador's ship, Seer, was Alice Reed; the trusted aide of the President of the UEC; Nina Sawyers, and Commander of the Scarecrow Fleets.

She lifted her eyes from Prime, feeling the vertiginous depth of her DNI rush forwards, as she disconnected from the hidden informational world.

Already she knew her destination. She was to offer the services of the Soban and Manaan Fleets to the alliance of nations. To give aid, to help.

Switching to manual, Alice silently counted down the seconds to translation from NSpace into reality, before the AS opened a Rift; allowing the ship to explode into reality.

Immediately she righted her course, and told the AS to set the craft into high orbit, before broadcasting her message.

'This is the UEC Ambassadorial ship; Seer. I come here in peace. My nation wishes to offer its services, including a temporary home for any refugees aboard the Arkship Megaroad. I await your deliberation.' She breathed out, cut the broadcast, and waited. If they refused, she'd still order the medical convoy from Hiigara (still in NSpace) to drop off the supplies, and return home.

At the edge of the Tenetia system a small transport emerged. It was black streamlined and ominous, it was a Sith transport. Inside there lay four Imperial guards and a Sith Lord sent to this system to ask for the surrender of the Coreworldian Empire. At the edge of the system the hails of the shuttle erupted, which would alert everyone and everything to its presence.

“This is the Sith transport Hell. We are here to speak to your emperor.”
"Fine. Stay where you are and speak your mind." All weapons are trained on the Sith transport.

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"Dammit! It didn't work!" The Admiral of the fleet cursed as the attack runs failed to destroy the Death Star. "*sigh* We have no choice...signal the retreat, now!"

The fleet of 310 and a couple hundred more small ships had no other choice. They began to fight their way out of the system and where they'll go, no one knows.

When they finally reached the runs to hyperspace, there were 295 Star Destroyers left, little more than half the fleet, and the SSD was 50% damaged. The Waylord Shipyards have fallen to the Sith...

OOC: Yeah, sure, -Noir- go ahead and come in.

Tenetian imbound.

An arduous six hour journey through NSpace from Hiigara; another Arkship near the core. On board the Ambassador's ship, Seer, was Alice Reed; the trusted aide of the President of the UEC; Nina Sawyers, and Commander of the Scarecrow Fleets.

She lifted her eyes from Prime, feeling the vertiginous depth of her DNI rush forwards, as she disconnected from the hidden informational world.

Already she knew her destination. She was to offer the services of the Soban and Manaan Fleets to the alliance of nations. To give aid, to help.

Switching to manual, Alice silently counted down the seconds to translation from NSpace into reality, before the AS opened a Rift; allowing the ship to explode into reality.

Immediately she righted her course, and told the AS to set the craft into high orbit, before broadcasting her message.

'This is the UEC Ambassadorial ship; Seer. I come here in peace. My nation wishes to offer its services, including a temporary home for any refugees aboard the Arkship Megaroad. I await your deliberation.' She breathed out, cut the broadcast, and waited. If they refused, she'd still order the medical convoy from Hiigara (still in NSpace) to drop off the supplies, and return home.
"Accepted. The refugees are likely scattered across the stars, though. It will take time to find them all."

'We'll do our best. Hold on, Medical Transports inbound.' She nodded imperceptibly and signaled the transports.
In a furious white maelstrom of light, three fully laden Medical transports resolved into reality, and joined the freighter traffic beyond the planet.
Next, a tightbeam transmission was sent to Megaroad in the outer rim territories. It began its journey, using the vast informational datapool to trawl for data on refugees from Juria.

And finally, the word was given to Soban and Manaan fleets. Soren and A'tuin's combined fleets roared into action, battlecruisers powered weapons, sensors, engines. War frigates belched out from the Arkship holds, configurations varying across the board; Torpedo Frigates, War Frigates, Fighter Destroyers. No need to launch fighters yet. Soon, however, the Archangels and Seraph Mk 4 fightercraft would play their role.

There they stayed, awaiting coordinates for a confrontation.

Back in the Seer, Alice recieved confirmation of this momentous undertaking, her DNI feeding her insane volumes of data. Later... She admonished her Prime, returning her thoughts to reality.
'Permission to dock?' She asked, ordering the AS into the VIP lanes.

Alice Reed: Commander of Fleet Operations, UEC

http://img.stopklatka.pl/filmowcy/00200/00203/0.jpg

The Chronosian fleet rippled with new fleet as it dismbarked; slowly edging away from Coruscant.
"My lord; weapons are at full strength; full power has been restored to all decks and the Sith technology has been successfully implemented."
"Excellent; the Lord said our destination was the Federal Union and tis territories...We shall reap a mighty harvest of all who oppose the Imperium."
"Indeed sir. The Orbital Bombardment prototype has been readied. All previous weapons and drop pods systems have been prepared; along with some...new weapons from our allies."
"Excellent; soon we shall complete the test phase; tell me, has the viral bombardment system been checked?"
"Aye lord, the life-eater virus is in stasis; prepared for implementation."
"Good...Then all shall progress as to the Emperor's will. Prepare to engage the warp drive..."
"In his name, we serve!"
And with that; the whirr of metal, the humm of engines, the Fleet transitioned to the warp; guided by the Navigators, and the affirming flame of the Astronomicon

(OOC witch sytem are you heading for if you need a map i can link you to one ? this is going to be some rp :-P )

OOC: Lol; I think I actually need the map

OOC: Lol; I think I actually need the map

http://www.ucip.org/midway/images/map.jpg

(Thats the map there note thats all nations of the UFP not me alone and i dont controll all those sytems yet muhaha uhem )

OOC: k, so your where?

OOC: He's the bigass blue bit. Right?
Leaving now, off to Bondi. Gotta love Australia. Caio.

OOC: oh, ok then

ooc: Now; to think of where I can do the most damage....

"A strike team," Konas said to himself.

"Yes," Jouch said beside him, looking up at the speaker and not at Konas. "Consisting of a few people, they could use a few more."

"Are you planning on joining them?" Konas asked turning his head.

"No, infiltration is not my thing, I am a commander, not a sabotuer," Jouch said. "It will require stealth, cunning, reason..."

"A Jedi Master," Konas said smirking. "Do not worry, I already know I will be going along, no doubt as one of the leaders of the group, being a Jedi Master, Kartion is as well."

"Ah, yes, you and Andrew have been sharing thoughts no doubt," Jouch said.

"Yes," Konas whispered.

“However, I have noticed some problems we have encountered here, a point brought up is that of depressurization, all of our marines are equipped with power armor and skin suits that negate the effects of vacuum, we can make these available to you all if you wish."
"My armor is designed for any enviroment. Its life suport can hold out for 16 hours in the void of space. And besides I've had almsot 23 years of combat time logged. And...wait a moment," he said as he pulled a small comunication device form his pocket and placed it on the side of his head. "There is a sith shuttle in the system. I say we disable it now. This might be our only chance."

Space Colony Rakka - Colony Command Center
Border Between Noirian & Coredian Space

"Sir, we've almost exhausted all possible place to house any more people...They just keep arriving from all over Coreworlds..." said an officer, who came running into the colony command center.

"We can't handle all these refugees from out of nowhere...The colony was already at 50% capacity due to the long holiday..." said an officer seated at one part of the large sphere shaped command center.

"We have to keep taking on refugees! We recieved strict orders from -Miltia- and from the Coreworlds Emperor and we cannont...I repeat, CANNOT leave these Coredians defenseless against the Sith!"


OOC: g2g...till later...

"Sir," An officer said approaching Security Cheif Brath. "It appears massive amounts of refuges have been seeking...refuge, and they are running out of camps to put them."

"Techon has enough planets to give them plenty of new homes," Brath said. "Forward messages to CoreWorlds and -Noir-, let them know we can take in as many refuges as they want to send us."

"Aye aye sir," The officer said walking off.

To the Nations of CoreWorlds, and -Noir-
We have received news of your overflowing number of refugees. We heard that you are running out of places to keep them, and would like to inform you, we are welcoming in any refuges you send us. We have plenty of lifesupporting planets that we can set up settlements on, we have plenty of food and supplies to keep them healthy as well. Please respond A.S.A.P.

Security Chief Brath

'Permission to dock?' She asked, ordering the AS into the VIP lanes.
"Permission granted."
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I really, really, hate it when a spaceship decompresses on me... I thought darkly, remembering the several times when I was nearly tossed into space.

"Let me warn you. It will not be an easy or short voyage to get to the Death Star. It may take weeks, or even months before you get to it, since you need to keep suspicion very low." Andrew warned. "There will be little time or opportunity to communicate with us. In fact, I do think that once you are in the Death Star, the only way you'll know when to drop the shields is when we send a combined fleet to attack it."

"Sir," An officer said approaching Security Cheif Brath. "It appears massive amounts of refuges have been seeking...refuge, and they are running out of camps to put them."

"Techon has enough planets to give them plenty of new homes," Brath said. "Forward messages to CoreWorlds and -Noir-, let them know we can take in as many refuges as they want to send us."

"Aye aye sir," The officer said walking off.

To the Nations of CoreWorlds, and -Noir-
We have received news of your overflowing number of refugees. We heard that you are running out of places to keep them, and would like to inform you, we are welcoming in any refuges you send us. We have plenty of lifesupporting planets that we can set up settlements on, we have plenty of food and supplies to keep them healthy as well. Please respond A.S.A.P.

Security Chief Brath
Several million refugees were sent to Techon upon the announcement.

"I've lived through the nuclear strikes of the civil war and the alter strikes. If there isn't a mission that I can not accomplish this isn't it. Though I might sujest that you mass your fleet at my nations most advanced military outpost. They can equip them wih new weapons and such if needed."
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The Hell Striker had it's two massive 540mm cannons trained on the sith shuttle. "Fire if they do anything odd. But try not to destroy it."

(OOC btw SOL on there Is Terran prime witch is my nations home world its 950 ly from sol ..)

<<Paradigm System, Ocean Core, Ocean Fleet Command>>

The Ocean Core command center was a flurry of activity. Messages flashed back and forth, directing vessel movements and operations for an entire fleet.

"...Reaper Man, proceed to D-clamp four..."

"...all hands, please be advised that artGrav will be going offline in ten standard hours....."

"...code blue at D-clamp twenty...."

"...Striker here, drive synch complete on the Roland..."

"...Shadow, the corridor is -not- open. Repeat, outbound corridor is -not- open!..."

"Oh...shit...."

The Shadow, picking up influence for translation, collided with incoming vessel. A blinding flash filled visual scanners, overloading them before breakers tripped. Every fusactor for a hundred thousand kilometers flared offline. A wave of exotic and common particles fried scanners onboard a dozen ships. The WSGS Reaper Man shuddered as a piece of superdense metal coming at half the speed of light ripped through its hull.

OOC: Just so you all know, there is now a seperate related thread since the Chronosian Battlefleet just invaded Federal UNion space; located here:
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=7224165#post7224165

"Fine. Stay where you are and speak your mind." All weapons are trained on the Sith transport.

“My orders are to deliver the message to your emperor and Senate. Or what is left of them. Otherwise I cannot give this message. We shall leave if this is the case. Helm power up the hyperdrive.”

“My orders are to deliver the message to your emperor and Senate. Or what is left of them. Otherwise I cannot give this message. We shall leave if this is the case. Helm power up the hyperdrive.”
"Very well, Sith transport, you may land, but you will be under very heavy guard at all times. No funny tricks." The traffic control sneered with anger.

An aide burst into the meeting room. "Sorry to disturb you, honored delegates and your Majesty, but the Sith have come to deleiver a message."

I sucked in a breath and calmed my racing heart.

"Very well." My father's voice was edged with steel. "We shall come and speak with them."

The delegates were escorted by the Marines as we walked to hear what the Sith says.

"Ser, they are powering hyperdrive," the scanner of the WSGS Nox said.

"Damn. They're gonna get away," the CO muttered. Quickly, he turned to the comm-tech. "Open a link to Regent."

****

On Tenetia, Alicia's eyes unfocused, for a moment, then snapped back to normal. "The Noxasks if it should fire on the Sith shuttle," the High King stated. "They've got sixteen hypermissiles locked...Nevermid," she shrugged, as the Sith shuttle was told to land. She followed the emperor out of the chamber, flanked by the two magi'i in black, her all-concealing cloak shifting about her.

"No. I want to hear what they want." Andrew said. "Besides, we have heavy protection in the form of my lightsaber."

"And mine." I said, serious now.

“Understood”the Sith Lord responded. The transport descending down towards the docking bay was held in check by a heavy guard of Star Destroyers and fighters. Though most of the Star Destroyers looked damaged. Lord Malon gave a small laugh and pointed with his companions. “See the power of our fleet. See the power of the Dark Side of the force.” Looking away from a large hole indented in one of the Star Destroyers the transport emerged into a docking bay. The Sith Lord punching a command sequence into the computer which would leave the crew dumbfounded moved towards the exit ramp. He would soon meet the Coreworld emperor and Senate.

Emperor Masaki walked to the docking bay with his entourage. His eyes and senses are wary, watching for the Sith's movement.

"Speak, Sith. What do you want?" He asked in a commanding tone.

Eric had his hnd hovering above his pistol at his side. If the timing required it he could pull the pisolt form it's holster and waste a target with one of it's 14mm slugs in only three seconds. As he heard through the com unit he had on that the sith were landing he felt his rage bubble up even more. He heard it's suductive voice calling for him to kill them where they stood. But he ignored it.

Emperor Palpatine request only one thing. The surrender of Coreworlds. We ask that you and all Jedi leave from your nation and the war will end. We are not at war with your people, we are still at war with the Jedi. What say you “emperor of a now destroyed nation. Will you put your people through more suffering or will you end the death and destruction here and now.?”

Emperor Palpatine request only one thing. The surrender of Coreworlds. We ask that you and all Jedi leave from your nation and the war will end. We are not at war with your people, we are still at war with the Jedi. What say you “emperor of a now destroyed nation. Will you put your people through more suffering or will you end the and destruction here and now.?”

"You think you can destroy Coreworlds, my little Sith Messenger? Or the Jedi?" Kartion asked, walking up to the messenger.

Konas was standing right behind Kartion.

Kartion, your letting your anger flow, calm yourself...

He walked next to Kartion and made eye contact with the sith, not uttering a word, his eyes told all. He was absorbing in the area, in case a battle was going to take place, he kept his trained eye on the sith, making sure they made no sudden, or any out of place movements.

Alicia waited, not getting involved, staying back. It was not that she was without defenses, but that she had nothing to say to the Sith. The magi'i shifted their stances, slightly, although their hands did not move an inch towards their weapons.

Eric forced his hand that was hovering over his pistol behind him and held it there with his other hand. He was much more used to shooting his enemys right where they stood and not letting them live. Fortunatly the com device covered his eyes because they were almost ablaze with the anger he had towards the sith.

Why should I Konas? They've destroyed Juria, killed many Coreworldians, you're lucky I haven't started a crusade against them yet! Kartion replied. By now he was in front of the Sith Messenger.

"Well? Tell me? HOW CAN YOU DESTROY COREWOLRDS OR THE JEDI, HMM!?!" he shouted at the messenger, his rising in him, his eyes turning to lasers that bore into the messenger's eyes.

Why should I Konas? They've destroyed Juria, killed many Coreworldians, you're lucky I haven't started a crusade against them yet! Kartion replied. By now he was in front of the Sith Messenger.

"Well? Tell me? HOW CAN YOU DESTROY COREWOLRDS OR THE JEDI, HMM!?!" he shouted at the messenger, his rising in him, his eyes turning to lasers that bore into the messenger's eyes.
fear leads to anger, Anger leads to hate, hate leads to the suffering Konas replied The words of master Yoda in his time. Anger leads you to the dark side, by hating them you are no worse than them.

I am not here to trade crude words with the likes of you. The Sith let out a laugh. And to your question, as to how I will destroy the Jedi. Of course I can its all too easy. First of all you go on a diplomatic mission. Then when they invite you too land you have the hyperspace core overload. Obliterating the enemy government and head of state.

Meanwhile the Hyperspace Core was set too overload. The energy build up would hardly be detectable through the black, thick Sith armour, as the Sith Lord spoke the core on his transport detonated.

OOC: (1) I'm not going to cry godmod/whatever; and although it would've been nice if someone had warned me OOC-ly, getting something unexpected is always fun. ^-^ (2) Where are we in relation to the shuttle? I'm not familiar with what happens when a hyperdrive explodes.

Edit: Nevermind. CoreWorlds said we're in the docking bay, on the previous page

Yes the Sith damn well would. I rp’d doing something to the shuttle, did you rp you were holograms? I think this is a sore loser getting pissed off as he was outsmarted. Are there usualy holographic prjectors in your shuttle bays? A very large explosion is what happens, taking out at least everyone in the shuttle bay and the surrounding compartements.

*Sigh*

@Techon: Explain
@Sith: You could've said something

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I'd accept getting both my magi'i and the High King getting hurt. Although magi'i armor can protect when getting dropped towards the surface from high orbit.....

OOC:Big Boom. Sorry, Techon but I don't think your idea would work. Will post in a sec.

OOC: Normal people will die...

IC:
Seconds before the explosion, Andrew sensed the explosion would happen, and sent a quick warning through the Force to all the Force sensitives. Put up shields, NOW!

Concentrating on the Force, Dad and I put up Force shields and hoped the others were fast enough to put up their own shields to reinforce ours. Naruto wasn't in the blast radius.

Konas saw the blast, and put up his shield, he watched beside him as Jouch was vaporised.

Goddamnit NO!

Azure shields flared around the magi'i and the High King, stretched, linked together to form a wall that would take a cruiser's main battery to demolish. It would stay for a few seconds, but it would be enough. Alicia and the two magi'i both sensed the alarm and distress in Andrew's thought-message.

The shields held against the explosion and kept air from going out into space, and Andrew ordered everyone back inside the station, knowing that the Sith would put up his own shields.

The explosion tore through the hull and cargo bay killing all within except the force users. The Sith Lord raising his own shield in advance moved into a brilliant moment of meditation then suddenly and quickly as the flames were just dieing down he ignited his light sabre and made his attack.

Emergency Force fields could be seen holding the atmosphere intact while the Sith charged upon the Coreworldian emperor. Within the crater in the cargo bay the four Imperial guards who accompanied the Lord flew up onto the cargo bay door. Each ignited their own lightsabres.

“Why won’t you die Jedi. Our Lord Palpatine offers you a surrender. All that he asks is the Jedi leave Coreworlds and the war will be over.”

It wasnt long before Konas got out of there, he walked out of the dock into the station, helping the others get through. He could still sense a dark presence, the sith were still around.

Konas looked at Andrew, and chuckled for a second. "Your right, the negotiations were short."

The tripple-shield flickered, went out. The younger magus fell. Two pairs of blades -- one silver-gray, one chaos-while -- ignited in the chamber.

"Ser, I suggest you get inside," the older magus stated.

"And leave you with all the fun?" Alicia inquired, shifted her stance to counter the Sith on the docking bay door.

The High King preffered the bladed staff, but it was too apparent a weapon to bring into a conference, so she went for the long-short pulse blades instead.

*****
<<WSGS Nox>>

"Ser, I'm picking up an energy surge on the station!" the scanner shoputed across the Net. "Hyperdrive overload."

"Get us in there. Find out what the frig happened!" the CO replied, the stress showing in his voice.

"Tenetia Station, this is WSGS Nox, what the fig's happened in there?" the comm tech sent as the four Weyrean vessels flared their engines towards the station, as rescue personnel rushed into their parasite craft.

...saving for a post im fixin

The Emperor ignited his own green blade, blocking the Sith's attack. "Yes, they are, Konas! As for you, the reason *slash, block* that we won't just surrender and die, *block, strike, block* is that we serve the Light, and all life is precious to us. *block, strike, parry* Now surrender!"

I had my own lightsaber out, and battled one of the guards.

Konas ignited his blade with a snap hiss, the gold glowing brightly, and took on the third guard.

Alicia wound up taking on the fourth guard, over the protests of the older magus. "Get the kid outta here," she snapped, vaulting into the air, silver blades a blur, pressing the Imperial guard, shorter blade parrying, longer blade striking at every potential opening.

Konas pushed his opponet back a few steps, before switching footing and going to his right, the opponet did a combination of attacks, going for the left side of the stomach, then to the neck, then to the right shoulder, all attacks being carefully, and gracefully, but rather easily parried.

"Its so good to see that you guys have kept up on training, it would be a damn shame for one of you to lose a limb," Konas said bring his blade across.

It was blocked, and he put his right foot behind his left foot, he twisted it and spun on a pivot, using that energy he put his right foot on the ground and pushed, his swing was hard, and his blade went for the guards chest.

(OOC: Don't know is Unified Sith want us to roleplay out the duels by ourselves for the guards at least)

OOC: what can I say I like long posts, this belongs with the inital explosions i was to slow to post it though

Arduous was no Jedi-knight nor was did he have any concept of the "Force", however he was no mere mortal being. He was built by the Overlords to be a gladiatorial slave and as such he had some special talents. His DNA was an abominations, he was barley human one of the main reasons why the Ortagan?s hated his people so.

As the hellish explosion speed towards the gathered delegates he threw off his robe assumed a defensive stance and focused his mind, as he flexed all of his muscles and screamed as his body acted as a conduit to pull in massive amount of Ki energy. His body was sounded by a white mist, his voice became louder and soon his body cast in black shadow eclipsing his form except for the basic outline of his body. He became ?Black Death? once again not seen since the gladiatorial pits decades ago, a dark paladin.

He gather sufficient Ki for his protective barrier, it would easily be enough to save himself, if he stretched it possible one of his party. In the days of bondage it would have been an easy choice to simply save himself, now he was not merely the overlords dark paladin, he was the champion of his people, who saved his soul from that path of evil.

A shield of green was emitted from the dark paladins body fuel my the souls of the angels and demons he had killed, it surrounding Hawkins and the LAC commander, they would be safe, however only half of what he covered his body, only covered by a pale green.

The explosion wrapped around his two companions eventually dissipating long before their protective shields, Arduous however was thrown backwards with violent force through the bulkhead behind him. He felt the flames burn his skin he fell to the deck body smoking badly burned his shadow cloak no longer in this realm of existence. The LAC commander kneeling over him as she yelled for a medic.

Hawkins seeing he could do nothing for his leader pulled his pulsar from his hip holster and would aid his allies in taking down the Sith however he could.

Edge of Coruscant System, Sith Space

A quartet of Wraith-class stealth corvettes entered the system just outside the gravity well's extent. Their cloaking devices and ECM jamming activated immediately as the four ships scattered to avoid the turbolaser barrage.

"Echo one this is Echo two. Request mission initialize clearance."
"All ships, this is Echo one. Clearance acquired. All objectives are a-go."

The corvettes arranged into a loose wedge formation and sped through the masses of imperial vessels.
"They cleaned up the Sentry real nice. Not even detecting its Slipstream signiature."
"Radio silence."

The quartet wove in and out of the destroyer formations until reaching their goal - a lone star destroyer with a full bay of fighters and a somewhat inactive comm system.

"Target acquired. Not getting much of a shield reading. All pods are go."
The corvettes opened their launch bays and began firing stealthed Stritz boarding pods at the destroyer's forward section. These pods were equipped with a small laser to burn through the hull and release their occupants...a pair of Peacekeeper elite warriors.

It was then that rings of light appeared behind the delegates. Twelve Feazanthian Peacekeepers - the "psionic" warriors that could control the Force - appeared and ignited their plasma swords. The three humans seemed dwarfed by the six Shadri and four Asrengard, but radiated a sense of leadership. The lead Peacekeeper, a human of mid twenties, shouted to the delegates as he and his comrades leapt into action, slashing their weapons at the already-distracted Sith.
"You boys get outta here. We'll handle this."

Eamonn was glad to have put the force shield up just in time, it had been on his mind as he thought the pesky Sith would be up to something. He brought out his lightsaber and began to help Daniel fight the guard. Two against one was always better.

"Thanks, Eamonn!" I managed to say, before blocking a blow.

"No problem," Eamonn replied, having a strike at the guard blocked.

Torroth Halcyon, the leader of this Peacekeeper team, then did something that would be quite unexpected by the Jedi there. Blocking a blow with his plasma sword, he turned and pointed a spread palm at the guard Daniel and Eamonn were battling. Light gathered on the palm, and a burst of lightning shot from his hand into the guard. The blast was of sufficient power to roast the man alive.

The Seer's AS detected the momentous explosion of a hyperdrive, and scrolled data pertaining to emissions and survivors. He Prime glowed with indigo data. She twisted the nimble craft into a hangar beyond the battleworn area and leapt out through the airlock.

'Hells. More trouble.' She muttered, the steady flow of combat reflex Prime speeding her heart, pumping enhanced nutriets into her bloodstream, and turning her vision into multicoloured thermal, ED, and normal, blurs, each overlaid the other. Guards out the doors of the hangar, rushing towards the fight.
She pulled her briefcase out and snatched her Chesu Industries Pistol. Inerfaced with the sights, Prime linking her vision to a peripheral through a tiny bionic sight on the weapon.

'This is Alice Reed, heading towards the altercation.' She reported to the central computer, using her Prime to notify the personel in Operations of her arrival, and of her status and intent.

Her stance was loose, her gun ready, and her finely tuned augmented senses - Well. Noone with bodyheat could avoid her. The woman jogged quickly to the blast doors, autoopening with Prime, and doggedly chased after guards with better information than she.