NationStates Jolt Archive

6 months after the fall of the Rebellion...

Coruscant. The City-Planet, the seat of the Empire, and home to trillions of beings...

Imperial technicians were hard at work, defrosting several carbonited former members of the dead Rebellion. Once done, they laid the young and the old on sickbeds, waiting for them to awaken.

I groaned as I came to, a pounding headache bursting through my head. My siblings, Grandpa Alex, Naruto and Master Soloran soon followed me to the land of the awakened. The first thing we noticed is that we were blind.
Hibernation sickness.

"W-where are we?" I asked.

"Imperial Center, young Masaki." One of the doctors said. "The Rebellion is dead."

I fought a wave of panic and anger, forcing them down. "Oh. How long before vision clears?"

"Not long. I suggest you lay here until it clears. Couple minutes at the most."

As the docs looked over us, pronounced us healthy and walked out, I used the minutes to figure out what's what nowadays. If the Rebellion's dead, then I guess there's no need to fight the Empire anymore. Naruto suggested escape, but Grandpa shot that idea down, because there are millions of troops on Coruscant, not to mention the fact that we'll be dead if we tried escaping in a ship. Currently, we Jedi could feel the Force, but it'd be only a matter of getting inhibitors close to us, I knew, so all thoughts of escape fled immediately.

Soon, our vision cleared, and we could view our surroundings. It is obviously a sickbay, but where on Coruscant, we don't know. Our weaponry was on a large table, oddly enough, and we strapped them on. Now, all we have to see is what the Empire wants with us, because clearly, we're not dead. Oh, yeah, that reminds me.

"Fiona," I smirked evilly.

"What?" My sister didn't like the evil look on my face. I reached out, and touched several remotes, activating them. They flew straight for Fiona, shooting weak laser bolts.

"Wha--? Hey! Quit it!" She protested, as she struggled to deflect and dodge all the stinging bolts.

Grandpa and Master Soloran smirked, letting her know how much trouble she is in for endangering herself and the Twins like this. "You should have stayed home with your mother, young apprentice. Coruscant is not a good place to be for little Jedi."

"HEY! Don't call me little, Gramps! No one calls me little and gets away with it!" Taylor growled. Jacob snickered, knowing how much his twin hates to be called small, little or any synonyms of short, even if not directed straight at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Grandpa sarcastically replied. "I didn't mean to say that...my short youngling."

A fuming Taylor was soon held up in midair by Grandpa's telekinesis, his loud mouth duct-taped by the time Fiona finished her punishing practice.

"So...what do we do now?" Naruto asked.

I shrugged. "Wait for Thrawn or someone to talk to us about what they need from us. That's all we can do right now."

Naruto folded his arms impatiently. "You know I don't like waiting..."

"Yeah, I know. Oh well, there's still a few things to do here." I said, beckoning the remotes to strike at me...

Tag!

Tag for the rebellion's never dead. :D

Tag because I feel Techon is going to get much more in depth into this little fiasco

Grand Admiral Thrawn had within the space of six months gained complete favour with the emperor. Capturing the Jedi and in fact ending the rebellion was a joyous day. The Empire would now be able to grow and trade, in an ordered way rather than the hectic democracy of the old Republic.

Life went on and so did wars. With the destruction of the Palpatine and the removal and disablement of many Star Destoryers a complete reform of the Imperial army had been ordered.

Now that Kaminos had been restored to its operational capacity the Empire was disbanding conscripted storm troopers and replacing them with far superior clone troopers. Ship yards were working above maximum producing as many ships as possible, including the reconstruction of the SSD Palpatine. which was scheduled for completion in another two months.

The Rebel world was also flourishing. Trade had increased and so had arms. With a fully operational shield generator and fusion bombs placed on the world itself the Empire had assured that they would no longer attempt a rebellion, their people had tasted peace and Thrawn was confident they would want to keep it.

Walking down the corridor, Thrawn noticed his Nohgri bodyguard checking a room just ahead. Assassins were rumoured to be everywhere, Lord Vader was not to happy to be ousted from the emperors favour.

Entering a lift Thrawn descended towards the medical bay where he would meet the released Jedi. They were no longer as expendable as once thought. Leaving the turbo lift Thrawn entered and prepared to convene with his fallen enemies.

Two remotes lay in pieces, having been slashed apart by my lightsaber as I concluded my warmup and Taylor returned to the ground. Yup, I'm still up and at it! Then we heard someone walk in.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn." Alex nodded smoothly as the white-uniformed blue admiral stepped in, petting a ysalimari in his arms like a cat, and flanked by his Noghri bodyguard. "A..belated pleasure to meet you."

I scowled, knowing how well he tricked us.

OOC:
Hihi, you dont mind if I join, do you? If you do, please just ignore this. I realize that my tech is a bit...unusual.

The Harmonian ship looked rather out of place amoung the huge metal constructs, especially the sails.
The HMS Pegasus was more than just novel though, it was a real marvel of thaumaturgic engineering. Its sweptback hull and sidemounted sails indicated that it was not any mere converted sailing ship as was most of the Harmonian navy. The ships wooden hull was painted with a mix of black and red, resulting in an interesting countershade effect.
"This is the HMS Pegasus. We are currently escorting Harmonian diplomatic representatives, we request priority landing. Some rather unpleasant men attempted to hijack our ship, they have sevearly damged our drive systems and wounded a number of the crew.. If landing is not possible we would like somewhere to stop seeing as our ship has just lost power, tha-BZZZZZZZZ"
The comm operator looked up from the crystal.
"Its no good sir, with the main power crystal out were as good as dead without help. The Goblins say they cant budge it without proper tools, and all of those went out the hole in the side."
"Damn." Captain Rust swore, "What else is wrong? I mean aside from everything not working"
"Well, sir, were plunging toward the planets energy shield and I dont think theyre going to turn it off so we can crash land."
"Ha. Ha. What about the weapons?"
"We lost one of the main cannons with the boarding party, nothing else is actually damaged, but as I said, no power, no guns."
"So, we are totaly dependant on these...Imperials for help?"
"Yessir."
"Damn."
"YES, sir."

(OOC: Boy I can just imagine the oxygen getting sucked out from the wooden space ships of yours :P)

OOC:
Fortunatly they have airtight doors and good shields :P

After Kanoha had fallen, one fourth of the inhabitants had been taken away by the Doomans. All of them were forced to convert, and now served in the ranks of the Empire. They were all basicly cannon fodder, as that's what converted people were used for, natural born Doomans, who were better trained, got all of the cool jobs.

Aboard the Temple Ship Forgiveness, the last of the captive Coreworlders completed the journey. Inside the massive ship, the high walls were decorated with thousands of pods containing those who were to be converted. Inside them were machines used to rearange the DNA of the unfortunate victim, and brainwash them. After conversion was complete, they were fully functioning Dooman Legionnaries.

Three hundred pods decended from the walls, carried by massive robotic arms, and they were set down in front of awaiting soldiers who would welcome their new comrades. The pods opened up, and the changed people stepped out. They were quickly hussled over to an armory where they donned MJLONIR armor, and grabbed plasma rifles off of the walls. During the reeducation proccess, knowledge of tactics and how to operate weapons was drilled into their heads, making them exceptional soldiers.

A Sith Lord stood in front of the new converts, and made a speech,

"My brothers! Long have you lived under the tyrany of the rebel scum who controled you! No longer, for you are now servants of the emperor! You all know of the fall of the rebellion first hand, what you don't know of are the heretics who assisted them!"

The room went quiet with that. The converts began to listen closely now.

"Brothers! We have been called upon to cleanse the heretics, and convert them to the true path! I say to you now: do your duty as brave Doomans, and you shall be rewarded in the afterlife!"

The soldiers cheered, raising their rifles in the air. So ended their process of conversion, and the begining of their service to Doomingsland.

OOC:
Fortunatly they have airtight doors and good shields :P
OOC: Well thats good

A Chronosian ship; twisted and deformed, emerged, screaming from the warp into the orbit of Coruscant.
A barely human thing, scuttling, attached to the body of the ship; activated a communications system.
"This is the flagship of High Lord Remiel, Second in Command to the Emperor, Marcus De Drakan....Requesting permission to dock. He has business with the Sith Emperor...."

OOC:
Airtight spaceships are generaly a GOOD thing when attempting interstellar distances. Do your people do otherwise? :p

This has been an HM Bump.

(OOC: I dont want to turn my friends RP into a OOC thread so I will end the OOCing with this.
All of my ships are made of metal or a substance like that, the entire ship is airtight and not just the door. They are not made of wood because oxygen can escape through wood, and wood incinerates in atmospheres. :p)

OOC:
Good idea.
Y'see, thats where the magical bit comes in. I was careful not to overpower it, so basicaly my ships are about as powerful as 'normal' spacecraft, but smaller, so fighters are pretty much gone. I use shields (magical, of course), which run in the same line as Star Wars, with thaumic (Re: Magical) generators.
Wheefun.

well i subscribed to this thread but i think i will tag it too...

Thrawn entered the room. The staring eyes of the Empires guests met his glare. ”Welcome all, to Coruscant, for some of you it is your first time, but for others your second. Thrawn turning to Daniel Masaki smiled. Well here we are, at the end of all things. But this is not the end Jedi, far from it. You will be glad to know that your world is in fact prospering, your people are now happy members of the Empire and you navy is being rebuilt. We are now allies.” Thrawn now moved deeper into the room and sat down at a small table, his Nohgri bodyguard always a step nearby.

”Now I bet your wondering why on Earth you have been released from Carbonite. In fact I bet your curious as to why you have not been melted down and chopped into little pieces for the acts you have committed against the Empire, well I am here to talk to you about that. Lifting a small glass of water Thrawn drank deeply before he continued. ”The truth is, I am impressed with your abilities, you are useful and too knowledgeable to throw away in a crypt or dungeon for the rest of your lives. In return for service to the Empire, we are willing to assist and protect your growing world. In fact we intend to make you apart of a special division within the military. We call it The Black Order. Thrawn smiled quietly and waited for the Jedi response.

Remiel watched; armor shifting and seething as he chuckled wryly; his diseased, sensation filled flesh writhing in emotion and sense as he laughed. He brushed his fingertips over the end of his power sword, and raised his eyes gleefully to the Emperor.
"You intend to make them part of the Black Order?" It crooned "A fitting punishment; putting them in the belly of the beast..."

"The...Black Order?" I asked. I was quite intruged about this, so was Naruto, being of the ninja professon. "Why would you allow us to be part of this Order, especially that we, as you put it, have committed 'acts against the Empire'?"

My grandfather and Master Soloran were also interested, seeing as they know much that could be given to this new Order.

My siblings were thinking of the cloak-and-dagger stuff they could do when they get older.

OOC: *tag* I can see alot of people being dragged into this.

Having sucessfully obtained a temporary docking bay after a harrowing descent through the atmosphere Captain Brian Rust, commander of the HMS Pegasus was argueing about the fare.
The docking attendant was refusing the accept Harmonian currency. As it was six one-ounce coins of pure gold were a bit much, and the attendant was not entirly convinced that there wasnt some clever trickery going on, and as he said, 'Its worth more than my job to take this', and as such the crew had a whipround and produced enough in various currencies to pay for the docking fee.
They then had an arguement about 'fuel charges', Rust explained several times that the ship did not, in fact, require fuel of any sort obtainable on this planet, the docking attendant disagreed and requested the location of the fuel hookup, Rust then left the discussion to one of his officers and went for a lie down.
Once the mess was sorted out and the attendant settled for a small bribe to leave them alone, another officer was sent to contact Charnel.
This was completed soon and Charnel had arrived in the usual way...by suddenly appearing on the deck of the ship. The newest puppet he wore was a rather older than usual, but also quite tall. He had donned a robe of black wool and was attempting to stop the puppet from drooling. As a being of pure energy he had never been very good at bodies, but learning was half the fun of dictatorship.
Fortuntatly leg muscles had been easy, and thus Charnel had managed to adopt a stately walk down the ramp, stumbling only once when some sort of insect decided he looked like he tasted good and flew into his eye.
He corrected himself, then walked to the bay door. A casual observer would not have noticed Charnel. A slightly more keen observer would have noted a distinct lack of breathing, and that he didnt blink. Ever.

OOC:
Can we just assume an invitation or something similar, or did you have a great master plan? ;)

Thrawn smiled and edged a little closer to the Jedi. ”I’m afraid that acceptance in this is rather compulsory, I have saved your life from the emperor at a great cost to myself. Keep that in mind all of you, and remember who you owe the debt to if the time comes. Thrawn stood up, and looked each and every Jedi in the eye. So, what shall you choose, will you be loyal to your people of defiant to the last. The choice is yours…..

Thrawn smiled and edged a little closer to the Jedi. ”I’m afraid that acceptance in this is rather compulsory, I have saved your life from the emperor at a great cost to myself. Keep that in mind all of you, and remember who you owe the debt to if the time comes. Thrawn stood up, and looked each and every Jedi in the eye. So, what shall you choose, will you be loyal to your people of defiant to the last. The choice is yours…..
Hmm. A tough choice. We all exchanged glances, though Master Soloran decided that it would mostly be a family decision and will speak to his fellow Jedi Council Members about this when he gets back. Then, my Grandfather nodded yes. Naruto gave me a thumbs up, also in agreement. My sister smiled softly, letting me know that she'll support my decision. The twins, though young, also gave me thumbs up.

I flashed a grin. "Then, Admiral? We accept this honor of becoming part of The Black Order. I promise that we'll whip it into the most effective intelligence organization ever known in the galaxy, or else my name isn't Daniel Alexander Masaki!"

The ship arced its way out of hyperspace above corusant. The industrial light of the world lite up the white underbelly of the ship with an orange glow.

The Heavy hauler bore the mark of one of the empires most prized possesions and was heavily escorted by a large contingant of black ships from the imperial navy cruisers, that deployed a fighter screen as soon as they entered real space.

The small contigant of vessels transmitted their security clearance and possitioned themselves aptly in the security grid as the Kaminoan ambassador transmitted,

"This is Rali Ki Kaminoan ambassador to Corusant. The imperial task force request clearance to pass throught the first planatry sheild at time frame #01027846. Transmitting security clearance now. We come bearing precious cargo. Hauler out."

Unbeknowst to Daniel, an old foe of his was also a member of the Black Order...*hint*hint*

Unbeknowst to Daniel, an old foe of his was also a member of the Black Order...*hint*hint*
OOC: *spews coffee and shouts "CRAP!"*

Admiral Thrawn smiled. I am glad you have chosen to join us after all Daniel, I would hate to have you killed. Thrawn stood up and proceeded to the exit at the far side of the room.”You must be wondering what your first assignment is going to be, well its simple we need you to begin the assassination of all heads of state in a new counter alliance that has formed against us. They have even declared war upon you and your nation, it seems allies change quickly. Thrawn motioned to his aide standing outside the room. “Captain Needa will see to your needs gentleman. Good day. Thrawn quickly left as he had other errands to attend to, the Imperial Palace had never been so busy. Now with this alliance, this so called Republic attacking everyone had to be observant.

Tag.

Assassination. To order the death of someone. It's just like killing him yourself, except you don't see the face of the one who's killed. I'm not going to get much sleep, that's for sure...

"Well, that looks like something right up your alley, Naruto." I said to him.

"Yeah, I know." He nodded, already thinking of shinobi he would use, I know.

"I want you to start drawing up intel on the 'counter alliance' before we think about anything else." I said, going into Commander mode. "Grandfather, Master Soloran? Go back and let Mom know we're still alive. Take Fiona with you. Oh, and round up the stealthiest Jedi you know."

"and the twins?" Gramps asked.

I smiled softly, reaching a decision I've been thinking about for a little while. "I know it's a bit early, but I think they need to start training..."

"Really?" Taylor asked, excited.

"You mean it?" Jacob added.

"Yeah." I said. "Grandfather, what do you think?"

"Hmm." Grandfather Masaki mulled it over for a while, listening to the Force. "Are you sure you're ready to take up a student, much less the twins?"

"Well, for one thing, we already know each other very well." I said. "The family bonds we have are as strong as ever. I'm ready."

"Very well. I won't get in your way." Grandfather said. "Boys, listen well to your brother's lessons, and all of you, watch each other's backs, and keep each other safe."

"Yes, sir." The twins chorused, and I nodded.

"Alright. Let's head out, and start working on this project." I said.

Some time later, I had requested for them to book a ship back to Konoha for the beginning of the project, and then, I went to Captain Needa's office with a list of what I need information on:

1. Good location for headquarters, if there isn't one already. Passcodes created/changed for various sections.
2. Information on all current operatives and operations in action, including extent of reach into other nations.
3. Info on resources available to the Black Order
4. Info on powers and limits of the Order. How much clout the leader has, and so on.
5. Current leadership.

and 6. Recruitment drive.

Captain Needa sat down to his communication console and laughed. Well this Jedi gets on with things he thought to himself. Ahh well better drat a reply.

To Daniel Masaki
Head of the Black Order
From Captain Needa
Regarding The Black Order

1. The current headquarters for the Black order is non existent though any secure world in the Empire will do. We have four locations already drafted. Kaminos, Coruscant, Wayland and Yavin, wherever you decide to begin construction you will be given full support.

2. The Order is brand new, you will be starting from scratch, though we have a large amount of agents available. List of names is available in this file attachment.

3. Resources. You have the current availability of a limitless supply of fighter craft. The Black Order will also be given a strategic assault division composing of five elite Star Destroyers and five full Clone trooper Divisions. Depending on success rate these resources can be increased on a monthly basis. The Black Order also has an immediate link to the agencies commander Grand Admiral Thrawn or if the situation does not permit his communication it is also possible to contact the emperor directly.

4. The Black Order operatives reside the same rank as captain. Though in a combat situation their rank will be automatically higher giving them the status of temporary Admiral.

5. Grand Admiral Thrawn.

6. You have full authorisation to recruit any possible people from the military and general populous at your discretion.

Doom, Doomingsland

Inside the PredAlien's lair, the foul beast that had formerly hunted Daniel Masaki tried to cope with the news that his former prey was now his boss. He was extremely pissed. He kept reading the notice over and over, trying to find something that would suggest it was a forgery, but found none.

He is strong...but not strong enough. He will fail in time. I have far more than he...

Doom, Doomingsland

Inside the PredAlien's lair, the foul beast that had formerly hunted Daniel Masaki tried to cope with the news that his former prey was now his boss. He was extremely pissed. He kept reading the notice over and over, trying to find something that would suggest it was a forgery, but found none.

He is strong...but not strong enough. He will fail in time. I have far more than he...


Hope I didn’t piss you off Doom :P But CW is very active and with Daniel Masakis plot shielding how can we lose :’)

"Well, that was quick." I chuckled, as I watched the twins work at telekinesis.

Let's see...Kamino's too wet, from what I remember of the Clone Wars history lessons. Coruscant, too crowded. Yavin...the Jedi Academy's already set up there, it'd be redundant and overcrowded. Wayland...now that's an interesting prospect. I checked the coordinates. A ways from any major hyperlanes, and I guess only a few know of the place.

So it's brand-new. I wouldn't have thought so from the way Thrawn said it, but then, I guess it only started when the Rebellion was around. I noticed that the current acting leader, aside from me, is a Dark Jedi named Nathan Janien. I'd better check him out, see if he's any good. Then, I choked when I saw that the PredAliens that Doomingland has are now under my command. I hate 'em, I really do, though they would be kinda useful...

Looks like I have considerable resources, then, though it obviously doesn't include the resources of old Coreworlds, which I already know about. Ok, I guess I'll take the title of Commander of the Black Order, like my former Rogue title. Not surprisingly, that Thrawn would be my CO, seeing as he's the one who approached me.

Good. That means that I already have the pre-created Shinobi organization (about 2000 or so, same as the Jedi number) that I could place under the Black Order. Not to mention old friends and acquaintences that I could recruit.

I got to work, drafting up my recommendations and like things. Now, I would need to go to Waylord, and set up the Order itself.

Tagged.

Nathan Janien was not amused by the news that Grand Admiral Thrawn has decided to take matters into his own hands and turn to the Masaki clan as members of the Order, and the boy at the head, how foolish! Janien then wondered what was to become of him if the boy is now his boss, and decided that he wasn't going to go out quietly.

So he decided that he would wait until the Black Order was set up at Wayland, then have a 'talk' with Masaki...

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Meanwhile, at Konoha, currently being rebuilt.

Reelected Senator Jennifer Masaki was pleased when her daughter and father-in-law came back to her after 6 months, but was not pleased when the boys had to stay and produce a intelligence organization for the Empire. Force knows what the Sith will make her son do! At least the twins are under the watchful eyes of Daniel, she consoled herself. She sighed, as the Jedi Council argued amongst themselves on whether or not to endorse this "Black Order" (agent of the Dark Side vs great training for the younger students and Knights seems to be the debate). The ninjas have already resigned themselves to working for the Order, and Naruto was sent coordinates to the new HQ for the shinobi to come and go for missions.

The room was balack as far as he was concerned. There was nothing. There was nothing to think of. Nothing to hear and nothing to see. He just had to sit and sleep. He waited and he could feel his body grow with vigour and strenght. The massive energy inside his body became controlable. His mind was blank yet a sence of euphoria flooded over him. He was almost ready.

On the other side the children listen exhurbrantly as the prime minister explained how the clonning process was accelerated without hampering the growth process. His body fluidly slid around th room as he spoke,

"...anyway, this clone has just recived its first batch or hormonal enhancements." There was a breif pause as the class looked at the fetus. "The hormones are frozen for 17 hours before the are administered this rejuces the chance of rejection and thus and abortion occouring. This has to be done every day for the first 15 weeks as the clone may exhibit some 'errors' in later life."

The class was in absolute awe at the autocrat's knowlage of the process and took notes with enhanced vigour. His robe followed him gracefully around the room as he conducted his lecture and entered greater and greater detail. The lecture evolved in time. It was amazing he thought to himslef. An infant of only 3 years can set up his own opperation given the time. Prehaps his anncestors had altered themselves in the past to enhance their uptake of knowlage? The thoguth instantly left his mind as the most pathetic of ideas. Class was dismissed.


It could feel its heart beat stronger and stronger. It was in some sort of tunnel. It was a semi circle. A tube like shape. He could not see the ends. His heart raced at the prospect of see what was the the end. His heart began to race. Two beat per a minute, three it eventually got upto 60. He was exhausted.

The rains had past 30 times now. The moon was a differant shape this night, its glow hampered by what could only be described as an unusual mass. None of the Golans could be seen. The rain whept around the spire of the laboratory where tests were carried out. Seven tubes stood the with the screens blacked out. The light it seemed was unusally bright, yet its bleach white intensity had gone. The opperating table was shut off but there was body on there none the less. She stired in her sleep surprised by the support it gave to her neck. The room was kept at a most plesant temperature for a kaminoan, however the air lacked the moisture they usally enjoyed. The apex the door began to shimmer as the sound of the console on the otherside died out. The was a supple sharp tone and the arch like doors slide open effortlessly. He yawned. The figured of the gifted creature walked towards the centeral tube at gave it a gentle tap. Nothing.

"hmmm"

She stired again. She awoke to a gentle kiss on her angelic forehead. She swung her legs over the side of the bed so she was sitting and wrapped her arms over her naked body. She looked at him in his red imperial robes.

"six minutes" the figure said as it gestured towards the central tube. And the six minutes passed.


The eyes were clogged with sleep. He yawned after he felt his head rise above water. He couldn't help but feel trapped in the tube. His heart must have skipped a beat. Sensors denied this. The euphoria he felt when the tube hissed elegantly as it lifted away from his face. He was free. Free to do whatever his master wished. Free to seek out what his master wanted. And he was free to lie to anyone else.

He was welcomed into the world by Lama Su and Taum WE. They had called him Avon.

His DNA was sterile. He could not be cloned from naturaly or organicly. However, he still appeared perfectly human. He was an theoretical impossability. But not the less they had done it. For a fee of course. The young 23 year old male was much taller than his host. He stood 6ft 4" above the ground. However it didn not stop him from having to his neck to look up at the Kaminoan pair and thank them for all they had done for him.

"Avon." Was greeted by a gentle nod from Lama SU. Taum WE just sat there her arms wrapped around herself eyeing up the figure of the human. 'stange isn't he' she tought to her self.

Avon looked around and read a data screen telling him what he was comprised of. He has ribosomes in his cells which allowed his body to create nucliotide sequences that only Yasimallri could create. His cloning method was that of how Kaminoans clone the star fighter pilots. He was specialised towards an increase in reaction time and spacial awareness. Though, naturaly his size meant he could hold his own in any bar brawl.

Twenty Three Days had passed since Avon took his first breath. He had been reading heavily on the use of blaster carbines and close combat warefare. However his trainers, veteran clones and sith officers (Vaders best) had noticed he had a 'gift' for infiltration.
He sat at his table with 19 other clone starfighter pilots. He looked differant. He wasn't one of the same. He obiously hadn't shaved that day as his stubble had become quiet apparent under the bright bleached lights of the mess assembly. The room bussled to the noise of the hungry eaters. The air was parched with the sound on grunts guzziling down water and chomping away at sweet meats. At the rear of the colosal overature hung a platium omage rendering the words,

"Not a drop to waste."

The clones clearly obayed this ideal. He stood and walked towards the mess collector, plates in hand. It would be his last day on Kaminos. His legs pounded down the open chanel with utter silence while the short blonde hairs on his leg failed to move. His arms tensed as he carried his plates displaying the size of his opaque triceps. His white top clung round his impossing upper body, gently hugging the subtle line of his pecks. His short black hair failed to move even though he paced out of the room with some speed. His eyes focused his movement efficantly down the corridor with there hazzel brown glow. His began to press his thin lips together with antisipation, he need not know fear. But one day it would keep him alive. He headed down towards Taum WE's briefing room after he had dealt with his ameanial duties, his cheeks showing up there usual robust red insignia.

The surrounding rain pounded the small TIE Interceptor with unforgiving passion. He entered the cockpit and strapped himself in under the watchful eye of Jian DI and her cerimonial blade. He nodded as a gesture of him understanding her supiriority. He had learned the strict rules of the Black Order perfectly and would obay the commands of Daniel Masaki without hessitation. He closed the front of the Interceptor with a few quick and efficant button presses as he brought the resperator over his head. As the cockpit seal was formed his body became invisable to the human eye as the glass became tinted. Darth Vaders investment gently throttled back as the TIE interceptor took off and away from his beloved home of Kaminos. If Lama SU had not altered him further they may have been a tear in his eye.

He knew his orders well. He was of the Black Order now. One of the Dark Lords spare carriers took him to Wayland. At last the true Black Order was coming together.

OOC: To find out What Vader did on Kaminos go here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=378408) . Btw this guys is not a jedi and cannot use the force in ayway, not matter what. you just can't use it on him.

Black Order Headquarters, Mount Tantiss, Wayland.

There is nothing on the outer-rim planet of Earth that could compare to the speed at which the building and working has been going on in the mountain. A derelict of a few rooms were transformed into a major headquarters in just a few days. A hangar bay erected for easy deployment of fighters and larger ships (up to the corvettes). Training/gym rooms for everyone from fat guys to Jedi. Briefing rooms. Dorms (and fresher rooms). A cafeteria and kitchen. Even torture rooms, though I know that there are more ways to break a person than just pain.

My brothers and I were there in hard hats to inspect the workings and I was especially pleased with the central control room, where I could monitor anything going on in the galaxy that could be important to me, and consequently, the Empire. The holomap was still being set up with the latest updates, but when it was done, I could touch say, Tatooine, and get basic and then detailed information on it.

I stepped carefully over snaking wires, telekinesed falling hydrospanners, and did some of my own handiwork, mostly helping with large, heavy objects. I couldn't wait to get the whole thing set up, projected to be within a week, and begin the fun (yet boring) task of intelligence gathering and operations.

"Well, boys, here's our room." I announced, as I lead the twins into a fairly large and empty (for now) personal room with three bedrooms, one for each of us. "I got the middle one."

"Pretty good." Taylor said. "I get the left room!"

"Ok, I'll take the last one then." Jacob said.

No difference in size between any of them, though. Furniture comes in last, after the construction's done so we'll sleep in a shuttle-bunk, but I must say, I'm glad to have a permanent, well-protected home for once. Ever since Juria's death, I've been hopping from one place to the next in the galaxy, never setting down long enough to really enjoy life. The Sovereign came close, but it was destroyed during the Battle of Konoha, so I was once again homeless. The twins didn't really have the sense of nostalga that I do, but then, they've always been hopping from one place to another since they've started walking. Now, back to getting more stuff done.

OOC: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=379193 the next thread with Masaki and the Black Order for those intressted ....

A week later...

The last piece of furniture rolled in and was moved to chosen spots. Desks, chairs, beds, and a few personal effects from home. The holomap in Central was finally up and running, though a few glitches still needed to be worked out. But all in all, The Black Order was ready to begin.

"All right, people!" I barked, working into my role as Commander of The Black Order. "Let's get to work! Nathan, if you'll begin, please."

A Dark Jedi walked to me. I noticed an undercurrent of emotion, mostly jealousy and hatred, rolling under his face. Hmm. Looks like trouble...

"We currently have 45,464 employees in the Order." He reported. "2175 are of the Shinobi Ops. 1945 are Force-sensitive or Jedi or Sith. 18,543 are considered 'normal' Intelligence Officers. All others do not work the Operations or Intelligence Divisions, but are still important to the Empire."

"Very well." I nodded. "What is our current objective?"

"We currently have an upstart Anti-Sith Resistance Group growing against us, with at least one nation, Corneliu involved, possibly more."

I narrowed my eyes. "Are you sure Corneliu is involved?"

"Yes, sir." I noticed that the dark Jedi cringed slightly at 'sir', but recovered. "They are the most prominent and vocal working against us."

"Very well." Uncle James...what are you doing? "Our first and foremost objective is to find out just how many nations are involved in this Anti-Sith group. Then, we shall gather information on each of those nations. Only then, will we be able to formulate a plan of action to carry out our primary objective: Assassination of their leadership."

I then pulled out a file. "I have already gathered as much information as possible on Corneliu from my old Core archives, since it was a former ally." I ran down the basics, who President Server and his family are, Corneliuan planets and current projected military since their Civil War. "Their military is a potent force to face, large and powerful. Admiral John Server, himself the son of the President, commands their First Fleet, a fleet of roughly 400 starships. He is a cunning man, and not one to underestimate."

"But take him and his father down, and Corneliu will be close to captiulation, and we could sweep in under the confusion." I said, idly wondering what Dad would say about me telling secrets about formerly trusted allies. He'd be disappointed but understanding, I supposed...

"Any questions?" I answered a few, and then declined any more. "Now, then. We shall see how to get information on this 'Republic' group. I have a plan..."

Wayland, To CoreWorlds, to the Galactic Empire, A-6-14 To The Kingdom, A Promising world that could be added to the list of worlds that could be colonized, with little or no hinderance in the way of enviroment, of course, the planet had yet to pass its survey, and so, the SSKV Aquiné was on its way.

The many colours of the vortex swirled around the Aquiné as it powered its way through the hyper-tunnel, strands of colour slid themselves over the sleek hull of the frigate, its shields resisting the more agressive energies of the vortex.

"Captain, We are nearing A-6-14, ETA: 3 Minutes" A Voice said, interrupting the captains small doze, he opened one blue eye, blowing a strand of blonde hair away from it, he looked towards the voice, and merely nodded in acknowledgement, they had been travelling for a good few hours, and as always, long trips made him lazy.

He was Celefrán Eleqúindor, Once someone of importance, but his sudden loss of skill had reduced him to commanding frigates as they surveyed far worlds, but at least it was something, But something worthy of a human, not a elf of his stature.

Finally, he had to rise, the viewscreen began to change, many colours becoming one, Black, the black of space, with its many dots of light, and then, Wayland, or A-6-14, its sphere filling up most of the screen, The Aquiné continuing to hurtle towards it, before slowing to realspace speeds.

"Sensors, Begin scan, lets make it quick" Celefrán ordered, he stared intently at the ball of rock before him, something about it, was different.

A Star Destroyer, by the name of Severe Winds took notice of the unknown frigate that just entered the system. The captain decided to do a little diplomacy, first, then blow this idiot out of the sky.

"You have entered restricted Imperial space! We demand that you state your designation and your intentions, or risk destruction in...10 seconds!"

The Message reverberated around the bridge, Celefrán Sighed, what idiot had not noticed another ship.

"Transmit Following... This is the SSKV Aquiné on a survey mission from The Serene Sindarin Kingdom of Elvenford, this is a peaceful mission, we had no idea this planet was occupied or claimed." Celefrán said, he turned to the tactical officer.

"Raise shields, they may not like intruders, and Helm, initiate the FTL warm up, we may need to get out of here, quick" He ordered, and turned back to the viewscreen.

"And scan that ship!"

"Sir, they're scanning us."

"Fire a warning shot. If they don't get that message..."

"Yes, sir!"

A blistering blast of green turbolasers deliberately missed the ship, making clear what will happen if they didn't leave, now!"

---

"Commander. A ship is in the system. We're attempting to shoo it away." A soldier said to me.

"Ok, good." I said, then I had a thought. "On the other hand...capture it and bring the crew to me. And please, don't blow it out of the sky if you can help it."

"Yes, sir." The soldier said, and radioed the orders.

----

Severe Wind heard the new orders.

"All right, you heard the Commander! Fire the ion cannons!" The captain ordered. "Order Nightwing and Darksaber to block their exit!"

The turbolasers slacked off, and then blue ion bolts lanced out at the frigate, as two other Star Destroyers moved in to block their exit. The ion bolts would hit the shields, causing lightning to skitter across and through them, shorting out electronics wherever they touch. Soon, it will be easy to board the ship...

Or would it?

The coded message transmitted from the Aquiné, back towards home, now they knew of their fate, and maybe not all would be lost.

The Radiation shields flared and resisted the huge amount of EMP weaponry being pushed against it, The shields buckled, but were holding, the first Ion drive shorted out, followed by the FTL drives, the rest of the engines shut themselves down, and the frigate drifted, mostly disabled.

Celefrán Smiled.. "Lower the shields, Let them come closer, are the beacons intact?"

"Yes Sir, Most of them" Came the reply.

"You know what to do" Celefrán said simply, On the slightly charred surface of the frigate, one would notice the small spires dotted periodically, beginning to shine a un-worldly red, the energy growing, and growing, of course, the Frigates small Reactors could not store as much Psionic energy as that of a battleship, but it was still a potent force, The Aquiné was lost, but it would do as much damage as it could.

The beacons finally released their energy, red light lanced for the incoming vessels, and unleashed fury on those who would dare come close. But it ended all too soon, and the Aquiné was expended, and listing.

"Prepare for boarding, most likely they will merely drag us on-board, or merely destroy us, but you cant be too sure." Celefrán said, As the message of "Prepare" broadcasted around the small vessel.

I felt the disturbance in the Force of the psionic discharge. "Interesting..."

---

The psychic energy lashed out for the Star Destroyers, giving non-mentally shielded crewmembers massive migraines and the shields held against the energy attack. It didn't last long, and the shields were able to dissipate the energy away. Now, the Severe Winds would be able to board the ship. Tractor beams grabbed the ship, and then pulled it into it's belly, where stormtroopers awaited, their weapons put on stun.

As clamps latched on the ship, orders to surrender with their hands up were given, and then a count to 10...

The Doors remained firmly shut, Inside, many elves donned their Armour, and rather than using normal weaponry, which is normally unaffective in such a ship, many reached for ornate blades, Holding them steady.

Nearly everyone was ready to fight untill they were captured or dead, they had no reason to give in, and why should they, what was the purpose?

Celefrán tapped a few buttons, and the door's opened, and out poured many a warrior, their blades slashing into all who were close, whilst some fell, the armour deflected most of the laser bolts harmlessly into the walls of the ship.

The stormtroopers fell back a bit, some taken down by the blades, but they continued to throw stun bolts into the warrior elf ranks, adding stun grenades where applicable, taking them out one by one. If the stormies need a Jedi, they will call for them, but for now, it seems to them that all they need to do is outrange the deadly blades.

The gracefullness of a elf in combat is something to admire, but there was no time to appreciate such things, they were falling, but finally, the intiative came to regroup, a grenade came flying, it was caught by one, and thrown back into the enemy ranks, Then the charge came again, this was a battle they could not lose, Elves charged towards the enemy, now, with new gained space, gracefully attempting to evade the enemy fire, most of which did hit being glanced away, but to the cost of a few lucky shots, warriors falling, sooner, hopefully more than later, they would run out of space, and as the storm-troopers were bcked up against corners and walls, elven blade met storm-trooper armour once more.

Then, war-droids and a Jedi were called in. The 2 droidekas rolled in and deployed, bringing up shields and firing rapid-fire blaster bolts into the elves, while the Jedi ignited her yellow lightsaber, and cut through their ranks, even more graceful, yet dangerous, than they could ever be.

----

"Sir, we have some trouble on Severe Wind."

"What's the situation up there?" I asked.

"They seem to be elves, and they've taken our stormtroopers by surprise."

That was it. I had to meet with the leader of this elven group. "Ready my X-wing. I'm going up there."

"Yes, sir."

It didn't take long, but I got into my X-wing, and then headed out of the hangar and into space, reaching for the beleagured Star Destroyer at high speed.

Many a warrior began to fall, but the Jedi found her work difficult, Cutting through the Armour of the elves was a problem, and their blades seemed to resist to the end, but she was beating them, before Celefrán Appeared, he would deal with the Jedi.

The Warriors not engaging the last remnants of the Stormtroopers jumped for the Droideka's, avoiding their powerful blasts, the Droideka's, swarmed by warriors and being slashed at were proving to be very resistant, downing a few warriors, but their fate was decided.

Celefrán finally met with the Jedi Woman in battle, his blade resisting her, his gracefullness matching hers, blade met lightsabre, kick met block, And they were matched, for now, the battle between the two continued too and fro, finally She made a slash for him, he barely evaded it, but he took the intiative, slashing with his blade and attemping to sweep her legs out from underneath her as she tried to regain her stance..

...only to have her jump over him and attempt to bring her blade down to where she could disable him.

Meanwhile, I managed to make it into the hangar bay, where I could see the large battle unfold. I landed aways from the battle, popped open the cockpit, and jumped out, my green lightsaber ablaze. I sent a powerful blast of telekinesis hurtling at the elves, sending the signal that enough was enough.

She hit lucky, and combined with the blast, he flew towards a wall made contact and landed with a thud.

The rest, caught off gaurd flew with enemy and corpse alike, untill all were lead on the ground, Warriors quickly stood once more, and were ready, but they did not engage, and all was quiet.

"It is over" Celefrán said, as he stood up once more.

"You fought well." I congratulated. "What is you name?"

"Celefrán Eleqúindor, Human, And Yours?" Celefrán Asked, Simply.

"Daniel Masaki." I replied.

"And The Reason for this, after my ship responded and stated our peaceful intentions?" Celefrán asked

"Well, you know, my troops do get a little bit...trigger-happy. Plus, the fact that this really is restricted space to all civilians doesn't help for you." I said. "I guess I could let you go off with a stiff warning and fine for violating our space. Just be glad it was me, and not Darth Vader or Emperor Palpatine that you encountered. They are not as forgiving as I am."

OOC:CW, you can RP Daniel finding out his buddy is now working for him, and maybe send him on a suicide mission that he would obviously come back from, very very pissed.

OOC: He already knows, lol. He spewed coffee on his notes when that notice came in.

"Well, you know, my troops do get a little bit...trigger-happy. Plus, the fact that this really is restricted space to all civilians doesn't help for you." I said. "I guess I could let you go off with a stiff warning and fine for violating our space. Just be glad it was me, and not Darth Vader or Emperor Palpatine that you encountered. They are not as forgiving as I am."

Celefrán Frowned "Seeing as this area of space is restricted, would it be wise to allow me to leave? Afterall, it would not really matter, as a transmission was sent by my ship shortly before its disablement.." He Said.

OOC:: CoreWorlds, I just had a nasty annoying thought between the Black Order and me. IM me if I'm on so we can discuss it. Unified Sith you can be in on it too. :)

OOC: Can I be in on it?

OOC: Can I be in on it?

OOC: I really want this to be between CoreWorlds in me! The only reason why I'm asking Sith to sit in is so that he can agree to it! If you want in on it, I'm sure that CoreWorlds and I can agree but I really want it to be an intelliegence thing between him and I! You know, play the Intel game!

OOC:
@Cornellu: considering how easy it is to get through your border, I think it's safe to assume that captain Lancer and his derelict hauler were just the first Weyrean spies to get formal RP aknowledgement.

@All: Unless specifically labeled, all speech is in Basic/Anglorat/English. Kira is Kay, but with fiery red hair, and generally acts in a more civil manner.

"Try and keep your language civil," the elderly man sighed, not for the first time. He knew it would not be the last time he would reproach the red-haired Weyrean sitting across from him.

((Weyrik))"I'll f**cking give you civil," she retorted, repeated the phrase in Basic.

"Look." Josiah Wilard Gibbs looked at her with his piercing blue eyes, "you may be the first alchemist to successfully turn yourself into shadow, but that doesn't give you the right to insult our potential allies. The Jedi are a valuable asset, will be a valuable asset when the Empire falls."

"Aren't you planing a bit far ahead?" Kira pulled out a malicious-looking knife, began cleaning her nails with it.

"The Empire will fall," Gibbs responded, ignoring the dagger. He was fully capable of deflecting it with his bare hands, if necessary. Kira might have been an alchemist, with the potential to be one of the best, but she was not as good as Gibbs, yet. "All Empires fall. I'm just hoping it won't take us with it. That's not the only reason, as I -thought- you had figured out."

"You mean that the Republic will slag us as soon as 'liberate' us? Or that half of them are ruled by psychotic dictators? Or that they're complete idiots?"

"Don't underestimate your opponents," Gibbs cut the red-haired girl off.
"You're the liason between the Black Order and the Diplomatic Service, act like it."

"Fine, fine. Sheesh. It's headed by a damn kid," she waved the dagger in emphasis. "I can handle a stupid relay assignment." Soundlessly, the sharp mithril-steel went back into its sheath.

Unless he sends you somewhere, the Consul-general did not add. Kira knew it in any case, or at least Gibbs hoped that she knew.

"Translating to Wayland in three...two...one..." the comm crackled.

"Ohhh...damn..."" Kira muttered.

And the universe inverted for a moment that took an eternity.

Kira had tried not to look out the viewports, at the beckoning streams and infinite depths of the net that bridged the planes, but she culd not escape the gut-wrenching jolt of coming out of tranSpace, off the Net, and into normSpace. Most people never felt the transition, aside from perhaps some slight discomfort or a little bump. For Kira, it was like flying on a propeller-driven aeroplane through a hurricane.

The world spun. She clenched her seat to keep from spilling onto the floor.

They were there. If the Weyrean IFF was not a clear indication of the craft's neutrality, then the message that came from it certainly was. "This is the WSGS Shadowhawk, requesting permission and vectors to land."
The Shadowhawk was a subCraft. Some would have called it ugly, but those persons had never seen what a subCraft was capable of.

Kira took a long pull from a bottle of water, winced. There'd be a headache later on, she was sure. The red-haired girl closed her eyes, concentrated, went seeking for someone force-sensitive and hopefelly matching the imprint she had gotten during her brief stay on the Sovreign.

OOC:
@Cornellu: considering how easy it is to get through your border, I think it's safe to assume that captain Lancer and his derelict hauler were just the first Weyrean spies to get formal RP aknowledgement.

But that was also agreed upon Weyr. I'm talking about the massive intelliegence game. One similiar to the Soviet Union and USA played during the cold war. And it isn't as easy to slip through my borders. Just ask TheFedralUnion about that one.

They were there. If the Weyrean IFF was not a clear indication of the craft's neutrality, then the message that came from it certainly was. "This is the WSGS Shadowhawk, requesting permission and vectors to land."
The Shadowhawk was a subCraft. Some would have called it ugly, but those persons had never seen what a subCraft was capable of.
"Shadowhawk, permission granted. Please follow the landing codes to the Mount Tantiss Spaceport." A little tongue-in-cheek joke, since it's a hanger bay, though a rather large one.

Celefrán Frowned "Seeing as this area of space is restricted, would it be wise to allow me to leave? Afterall, it would not really matter, as a transmission was sent by my ship shortly before its disablement.." He Said.
"Well, if you saw things you were not supposed to, then you'd have to disappear, one way or another." I shrugged, internally cringing at how cold I've become recently. "But if you didn't see anything, which we'll make sure as we go through your ship, then we'll give you a ship so you can go home."

A lone pod entered orbit of the Black Order's HQ planet. The Dooman IFF and the make of the ship would be a dead giveaway to the people on the surface. He wasn't worried, though, if they tried to betray him, he would have sufficient reason to take his much desired revenge...

A lone pod entered orbit of the Black Order's HQ planet. The Dooman IFF and the make of the ship would be a dead giveaway to the people on the surface. He wasn't worried, though, if they tried to betray him, he would have sufficient reason to take his much desired revenge...

Now now Doomy be nice to your new ally. :P

Dont make me break out the probe ;P

"But Why, Mr Masaki, I do not comprehend why you do not merely kill those who trespass, as human mongrel's normally do" Celefrán snarled.

Now now Doomy be nice to your new ally. :P

Dont make me break out the probe ;P
OOC:Don't worry, PredAlien just wants to check out the new HQ.

OOC: Don't worry, PredAlien just wants to check out the new HQ.

OOC: now come on is that so wrong? Maybe he just wants to make some decrotive tips?

"But Why, Mr Masaki, I do not comprehend why you do not merely kill those who trespass, as human mongrel's normally do" Celefrán snarled.
"I'm a Jedi, my elven friend, and I don't kill needlessly where I can help it." I said evenly. "You'll notice that Jedi Wintry didn't try kill your troops, but merely sought to disarm. Had I wanted to kill you, I would have ordered this Destroyer to shoot until your ship was dead. Or I would have gone for your throat."

OOC: now come on is that so wrong? Maybe he just wants to make some decrotive tips?

OOC: Yeah, on how to smear the wall with a young Jedi's blood. :p

"You should not be so sure of your abilities, as I myself once was, it will be your downfall.. But.. Very Well, do what you will" Celefrán Said

OOC: Im Elvenford

"I think I'll give you a shuttle and slap your hands with a warning never to come back here." I said, then smiled. "It's either that, or a sales pitch to get you to join my organization: The Black Order."

"The What?" " Celefrán Inquired

"The What?" " Celefrán Inquired
What should I say... I asked myself. "It's an organization I just started up that deals with intelligence. Your skills could be useful if you join."

"I will have to think upon such a action, and what will become of my surviving warriors?" Celefrán said, Complatetively.

In her personal ship, Michelle was very disgruntled. She didn't like the way the Server clan was behaving. Betraying an ally the way they had really made her made do what she is attempting to do, make contact with an imperial agent. In her travels she heard about this one intel group and she thinks she has the ability to assist them.

She is currently sitting inside the cockpit listening to music when a tone sounded that she was nearing her target. She stopped her music and prepared to take her small ship out of lightspeed. As she watches the countdown clock, fear ran through her! Then it hit zero and she punched out of hyperspace.

She quickly took scanner readings of the area and found ships around the planet. Imperial ships. When she saw those, she freaked some but managed to maintain control of her ship as she continued on to her target, Wayland.

OOC: This is down with the Permission of CoreWorlds.

"Shadowhawk, permission granted. Please follow the landing codes to the Mount Tantiss Spaceport." A little tongue-in-cheek joke, since it's a hanger bay, though a rather large one.

"Shields up," the captain ordered.

He didn't want any stray particles to damage the sensitive arrays that allowed his ship to dive into the space between planes. The craft was studded with them -- little antennas and pure mithril whiskers that crackled with energy, blue lghtning arcing between them and the ion-magnetic shields.

"Think we'll fit?" Gibbs inquired.

"Kinda tight, but...yep," the pilot nodded, as the nine-hundred-meter craft floated into the 'Spaceport', which looked like a hangar from one of the outrim colonies. Landing strutts whirred, groaned as thousands of tonns of metal and composite bore down on them.

Drop status, the captain's eyes flickered, switching briefly to the Net to give a direct order. Drop status was a low-key alert, which on a planet meant having a half-dozen marines at the main access port.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

"Security check is clear," one of the marines stated.

"Can you [expletive] open the door?" Kira asked tersely.

"Right away, ser," the marine might have paled, or he might not have -- his face was hidden by a reflective faceplate -- but he did open the main hatch almost instatly. The atmospheric seals hissed. Gibbs and the young alchemist entered the actual hatch room. Hydraulics whirred, and the ten-by-ten meter platform lowered to the 'spaceport's' floor.

"I will have to think upon such a action, and what will become of my surviving warriors?" Celefrán said, Complatetively.
"They, too will have the same choice: asylum or return home." I said, and my pager beeped. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have pressing business on the planet. I will instruct the captain to treat you as a guest."

The pager scrolled like this: IMPT VSTRS AT HQ CMDR.

"All right." I said to myself, heading back to my fighter. I told the captain to treat Celefran like a guest, and then took off, heading back to land.

I sped past the Corneliuan transport -How the hell did she get here? Oh, wait, one of my spies contacted her- and then made my way into the hangar bay, where a Weyrean ship seemed to have landed and my heart skipped a beat as a Doomingsland PredAlien ship also had landed.

Michelle saw the fighter speed past her. "Boy that pilot is good." she muttered to herself as she neared the planet. "I guess its time for me to make contact."

She hit the communications button. "This is Michelle on her personal ship Diamond Mine! I'm requesting landing instructions."

"Follow the fighter, Miss! Follow the fighter." I said before I had landed.

((Weyrik))"I hear one expletive from you, and you'll be on the next ship to Hellgate." Gibbs stated conversationally as the hydraulic lift came down from the belly of the craft.

"F**ck you, ser," Kira responded tersely. Her head was throbbing. The flux distrotions were getting worse. A year ago she was fully capable of piloting a parasite through translation. Now it was painful just to sit through the trip as a passenger.

((Weyrik))"I mean it. The Black Order just might be the first decent spy corps in the Empire. Don't screw it up."

There was a thud, a clang. The flame-haired alchemist considered the place. It was a damn hangar, if that. A parasite came in, and she wondered if the minor flux signature she was getting from its occupants was that of Masaki or not. It looked kinda like it...but she really didn't want to do a sending.

"Follow the fighter, Miss! Follow the fighter." I said before I had landed.

"Yea yea! Ok whatever!" She said into the comm. She hit the burners and tore off after him. She gains on him and then backs off as she prepares to land. She activated her landing thrusters and disengages her main engines as she slowly settles the ship to the deck.

Once she confirmed that she landed, she turned off all the main systems and moves towards the ramp. She lowers the ramp and looks around as she walks off the transport. She nods her head here and there approving of what she saw! "Well at least I'm here." she muttered to herself as she waits for her contact to show up.

I climbed out of my cockpit and saw the Weyrean pilot and Corneliuan spy-to-be as well. I couldn't help but notice they're both young women, not far from my own age, but I'd better keep my mind on business.

My cloak swishing with every step, I went to them. "I am Commander Daniel Masaki, Director of The Black Order, intelligence arm of the Empire. You have stepped into a world few have ever seen, even in other intelligence agencies. You will be working many missions, some of them dangerous, some of them not." (As long as you don't botch them), I didn't add.

"If you'll come with me, I'll give you a tour of the facility before I give you assigned rooms." I said. The Weyrean girl seemed familiar, as if I've seen her before...

Bah, I see a lot of people in and out of the office.

I climbed out of my cockpit and saw the Weyrean pilot and Corneliuan spy-to-be as well. I couldn't help but notice they're both young women, not far from my own age, but I'd better keep my mind on business.

My cloak swishing with every step, I went to them. "I am Commander Daniel Masaki, Director of The Black Order, intelligence arm of the Empire. You have stepped into a world few have ever seen, even in other intelligence agencies. You will be working many missions, some of them dangerous, some of them not." (As long as you don't botch them), I didn't add.

"If you'll come with me, I'll give you a tour of the facility before I give you assigned rooms." I said. The Weyrean girl seemed familiar, as if I've seen her before...

Bah, I see a lot of people in and out of the office.

"Fine by me!" Michelle stated as she followed Masaki!

"If you'll come with me, I'll give you a tour of the facility before I give you assigned rooms." I said. The Weyrean girl seemed familiar, as if I've seen her before...

Bah, I see a lot of people in and out of the office.

Yes, it was him. Kira gulped.

"Correction. -She- will be working on assignments." the consul-general somehow managed to convey that he was speaking about the alchemist next to him. Two centuries had him able to speak over dozen languages with no accent. "I have my own department to run. The Shadowhawk is yours to command. Alchemist Kira has a datapad for you. If she blows up any more E-wings, please let me know immediately."

((Weyrik))"Just...shut the [expletive] up and go," Kira responded, lightly stepping off the platform as it began to rise again. The Masaki's words sounded like the normal BS everyone sprouted. Still, it'd be interesting to see what the hell they did here, she reminded herself.

Yes, it was him. Kira gulped.

"Correction. -She- will be working on assignments." the consul-general somehow managed to convey that he was speaking about the alchemist next to him. Two centuries had him able to speak over dozen languages with no accent. "I have my own department to run. The Shadowhawk is yours to command. Alchemist Kira has a datapad for you. If she blows up any more E-wings, please let me know immediately."
"Yes, sir." I said to him, then it clicked, as I remembered a Hatake report about Kay flying in with an E-wing. Kira is that girl, I'm pretty sure, but I gave no sign of recognition. "An Alchemist, eh? Could be neat to see what you can do."

((Weyrik))"Just...shut the [expletive] up and go," Kira responded, lightly stepping off the platform as it began to rise again. The Masaki's words sounded like the normal BS everyone sprouted. Still, it'd be interesting to see what the hell they did here, she reminded herself.
Yup, it's her, all right. She really, really has to control that foul mouth of hers, since my younger brothers are present. I'd better find a way to do that.

"Ok. From here, you enter the main hall of mountain, called Mount Tantiss." I said, walking down the large corridor. "There is a map on that wall, in case you ever get lost and you need to find your way around."

"First of all, here are the briefing rooms." I pointed to the hall that branches out on the left. "They're where you and your squad will go when you have a mission."

"Next, we come up to the numerous training rooms, where there is always something for everyone." I showed them the training rooms. Each one is slightly different, as they are tailor-made for the various Jedi, ninja and other kinds of special-ability people. There are also normal workout rooms, for physical conditioning.

Then, we arrived at the very center of the mountain, and standing before us are two double-blast doors strong enough to handle massed blasterfire, though a good thermal detonator should take it down. I slid my keycard into the slot, and punched some numbers.

Hydraulics hissed as the doors opened to reveal a giant room with a 3-D holomap of the Galaxy as we know it. Men, women and aliens sat before computers and other equipment, keeping up with news and intel from around the galaxy.

"This is the Command Center. It is completely interactive, so that when you need information on a planet you're going to, you merely have to touch that planet, like so." I touched the Earth, in the Orion Arm and the Outer Rim. Beside it, basic information appeared, then drop-down boxes for more detailed information. "Cool, eh?"

"Wow," Kira had used one of such archives, but the expense of maintaining something like this must have been immense, especially for the Black Order.

Kira had once used the Library -- an archive maintained by The Tower and the Diplomatic Service -- for free because of her alchemist rank. Corporations paid incredible sums of money for that same database, and for the daemon programs that sorted through that data for particular information. But that system was maintaned as much by freelance reporters seeking to make money as by official staff. This.....

The alchemst prodded a star system on the far edge of the galaxy. She knew it was Weyr, somehow, so....

It brought up some information on the system, with icons for more detail.

Michelle tossed her red hair back. "Impressive is all I can say sir. Its amazing how much info you've gathered here. Hopefully I can be a great asset to your organization."

Michelle tossed her red hair back. "Impressive is all I can say sir. Its amazing how much info you've gathered here. Hopefully I can be a great asset to your organization."
"I'm sure you will. If you don't have any special *combat* skills, there are martial arts instructors here who can show you how to kill at six paces, if need be." I said.

"If they land one hand on me then they'll need to see a doctor about a broken arm and maybe a few broken ribs. I'm good at hand to hand combat as well as stealth but I'm no jedi. I'm also not a bad pilot!" She said staring at him. "I literally had to fly my way out of Corneliuan Space because I was wanted on Treason charges! I barely escaped in that ship that I landed in. Luckily I wasn't touched though I think I blown a shield generator but that is life."

"If they land one hand on me then they'll need to see a doctor about a broken arm and maybe a few broken ribs. I'm good at hand to hand combat as well as stealth but I'm no jedi. I'm also not a bad pilot!" She said staring at him. "I literally had to fly my way out of Corneliuan Space because I was wanted on Treason charges! I barely escaped in that ship that I landed in. Luckily I wasn't touched though I think I blown a shield generator but that is life."
Dad told me about Corneliuan Space during his times interfering in the Civil War. I could appreciate that it wasn't easy to break through. "I'll have you tested in the sims, though, but I have no doubt that you could join our fighter wing."

"I hope for far more than that young jedi. Don't deny it. I know who you are. I've seen your father before on Corneliuan Prime when he helpped to take the Capitol from Kerry. As for the sims, bring them on."

Cocky, aren't you? I asked inside as I smiled. Hey, you shouldn't be talking, flyboy!

"All right. Let's finish the tour, before we do that..." I said, moving to another door.

Cocky, aren't you? I asked inside as I smiled. Hey, you shouldn't be talking, flyboy!

"All right. Let's finish the tour, before we do that..." I said, moving to another door.

Michelle just smiled a little smile as she flipped her red hair back and followed this Masaki to the next door. He is cute she thought!

She thinks I'm cute...wow. I thought, picking up that thought, even though I don't really like to.

"All right, here, we have the cafeteria, where...oh crap. Atten-SHUN!!" I yelled, having just seen a food fight in full fury between my twin brothers and several young enlisted men (the twins are winning due to TK). Shocked out of their wits, they immediately stood at attention. "What a mess in here. Who started it?"

"He did!" "He did!" The twins pointed at each other, while the older kids just shuffled their feet.

Hiding a smile, I folded my arms. "Now what are you going to do?"

"Uh, clean up?" Taylor grinned sheepishly.

"Without the Force." I laid down the law. "I catch you two using it, you're running a mile outside. Got it?"

The twins nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Good. The older ones will scrape the higher food off." I said. "I want it all cleaned by 1800." An hour from now.

"Yes, sir!" The older ones chorused, and got to work.

"Sorry about the mess, ladies." I said. "Moving on..."

Michelle burst out laughing. "Oh how I remember the days of food fighting in a cafeteria" She stated. "Don't worry about it Masaki. I've started many a food fights. She leaned down and picked up some food that was on the wall behind her. "By the way..." She started to say before she hurled the food right at Masaki and then goes diving out the door.

SMACK! Mmm! Custard pie. But... "HEY! That was uncalled for! Michelle!"

The twins exchanged glances, but I glared. "Not...a...word."

"What?" They asked.

I shook my head, and headed to the men's 'fresher to clean off the custard pie.

"OOokay," Kira blinked as the pie shot past her. "Waste of a perfectly good pie..." het stomach grumbled in agreement. The was a lot of leftover food. A bit of reconstructive alchemy....four seconds later the crimson-haired alchemist was chomping on a large steak club, leaning against a more or less clean wall and waiting for Masaki to get his shit over with.

Michelle just sat there smiling a tiny little smile. Something that she does on rare occassions as she watches the kids clean up the mess! She turns to Kira! "Interesting to say the least."

The warriors and Celefrán thought and discussed, returning home could be a far worse fate than anything that could befall them elsewhere, and maybe, just maybe, they would all be where they were before.. the incident.

Celefrán through many twists and turns, managed to get in contact with the captain of the vessel.

"Very well, tell your Masaki he has our loyalty, for now" He said

I came back with a clean face. "At least I didn't get you to help with the cleaning."

"Anyway, that was the tour. The exits outside to the trails aren't hard to find, but make sure you have a weapon out there." I then pulled out room assignments. Oddly enough, the young women will share the same room. "Here are your room numbers and keycards to get you through the base. Memorize your numbers, and you'll be fine."

The warriors and Celefrán thought and discussed, returning home could be a far worse fate than anything that could befall them elsewhere, and maybe, just maybe, they would all be where they were before.. the incident.

Celefrán through many twists and turns, managed to get in contact with the captain of the vessel.

"Very well, tell your Masaki he has our loyalty, for now" He said

"Very good." The captain said. "I will relay that. A shuttle will be waiting to take you down to Mount Tantiss."

The PredAlien had been quietly tagging along during the tour of the base, scoping the place that was to be his new home out. He didn't like it. He remained silent as the tour continued...

"You could've ducked," Kira responded, after swallowing the last chunk of the long sandwich, taking the keycard at the same time. "What's with the dark one?" She noded her head in the direction of the PredAlien.

"Guy I used to fight with all the time." I said offhandedly. "Now we have to work together, whether we like it or not." Good job, kid. You just understated your relationship with the PredAlien.

I came back with a clean face. "At least I didn't get you to help with the cleaning."

"Depends on what type of cleaning up you wanted me to do" she said atad flirtly.

"Anyway, that was the tour. The exits outside to the trails aren't hard to find, but make sure you have a weapon out there." I then pulled out room assignments. Oddly enough, the young women will share the same room. "Here are your room numbers and keycards to get you through the base. Memorize your numbers, and you'll be fine."

She took her key card and went to find her room.

OOC: *Lands,* its your post :P heh.

"Guy I used to fight with all the time." I said offhandedly. "Now we have to work together, whether we like it or not." Good job, kid. You just understated your relationship with the PredAlien.

"Sure, we do," Kira chuckled. "He ever talk?"

Michelle found her quarters that she'll be sharing and begins to settle in. She sighs heavily as she looks into the mirror. "What is happening to me" she said into it. "Why am I having weird feelings." she moves over to the bed and lies down on it and contemplates what it might mean.

"Sure, we do," Kira chuckled. "He ever talk?"
"Not much, really," I said. "All he ever does is stand there like a statue. Talk about antisocial!"

Michelle had enough of her room and goes back to the cafeteria. After a couple of minutes, she re-enters it and sits down next to Kira!

"So when are we going to do the sims Masaki?" She stated tertly. "I didn't fly all this way for the scenery you know!"

The PredAlien left the group in search of his room, which was in the deepest part of the base. After decending a turbo lift, he ended up in a dark corridor. He walked down, and inserted his key card into a door. The door swung open, and revealed a medium sized room with a holo pad, bed, bathroom, and all of the comforts of a home. A human home. He did notice one thing, however. He walked up to a panel on the wall, and placed his scaley hand on it. He heard a low rumbling behind him, and turned to see one of the walls disappear, revealing a pit of lava inside of a cavern.

Just like home...

"Sim rooms are in the training hall." I said. Then I sensed Nathan...and the inevitable jealousy coming from him. "Mr. Janien. What do you want now?"

"I would like to have a talk." Nathan said cordially. "Preferably outside."

"Hmph. I thought you were getting ready to go to Corneliu." I hate this blatant insubordination. Not only does it demeans my authority on this base, it also makes him deluded to the belief that a mere kid should not run a powerful organization. I think I need to take him down a notch, and show him why you never mess with a Masaki.

"All right. I'll be back in a few minutes." I said, then headed outside with Janien...

Michelle nodded. "Thank you!" she said, giving him a little smile when he was interrupted. When he asked to be excused, she just simply nodded her head. "Hurry back Masaki!" She stated. Then she turned to Kira! "So how do you like it here so far?"

"Not much, really," I said. "All he ever does is stand there like a statue. Talk about antisocial!"

"At least he's not trying to kill you," the alchemist chuckled, closed her eyes as the pounding in her head resumed.

Michelle nodded. "Thank you!" she said, giving him a little smile when he was interrupted. When he asked to be excused, she just simply nodded her head. "Hurry back Masaki!" She stated. Then she turned to Kira! "So how do you like it here so far?"

"I have an [expletive] headache the size of this base. They're gonna go kill each other now. We should stop them. Maybe. Nah."

OOC: I landed darn it! lol

My second-in-command, Naruto walked up. "Hello, you're the elves the captain told us about? Come with me."

He then proceeded to give them the tour.

"At least he's not trying to kill you," the alchemist chuckled, closed her eyes as the pounding in her head resumed.



"I have an [expletive] headache the size of this base. They're gonna go kill each other now. We should stop them. Maybe. Nah."

"I don't think they'll kill eachother! Injure yes, kill no!" she said. "As for your headache, I have something here to help it." She handed 2 tablets over to Kira. "These should knock it right out."

Oooh. Aspirin, Kira took the two tablets, feeling the underlying chemical structures. Never know what someone's handing you. An fellow alchemist once tried to help Kira by offering her arsenic pills. Sure, arsenic was quite helpful to Chrybmettlers, but it was also quite poisonous to Weyreans.

"Thanks," she swallowed the tablets quickly.

Outside, it was a sunny day, but that doesn't change the mood between me and the dark Jedi with delusions of grandeur.

"Let's try talking some sense into you." I laided it on him. "Thrawn picked me to be the Order's leader, not you. You are my subordinate and my employee. I could easily transfer you into another post, preferably a Hoth outpost. But don't ever try my patience in front of my troops, or I will personally see it that you are dealt with swiftly."

Nathan snorted. "But you're just a kid. I'm twice your age."

"Pfft. Age means nothing." I spat. "Five years ago, a Dark Jedi died by my hands when I was in the Yavin Academy as a trainee. Four years ago, I took down an entire criminal organization (albiet with some help from Dad and a few others). A year and a half ago, I was running Rogue Squadron into and out of dangerous and seat-of-your-pants missions. The last battle against you guys, over half, HALF died under my command, and I will still be writing letters to the families and sending them presents on Life Day and New Years'. Do not tell me that I cannot hold command of the Black Order successfully because of my age, because I can, and will."

Nathan seemed to wilt, not knowing what to say under my sharp tongue. "Are you finished?"

"Yeah, I think so." I smiled. "I can, of course, place you as the DI (Director, Intelligence), seeing as you did help the Order in it's very infancy."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Nathan was surprised.

"Yeah, I need one." I have a DO (Director, Operations) in Naruto, but I also need a boss for the non-confrontative aspects of intelligence like signals and analysis. "You up for it? It's not my job, but it's close, and should Naruto and/or I fall in a mission, I need someone to take over, someone I can trust."

"You...trust...me?"

Yeah, I know, the Empire isn't a big breeding ground of trust. But then, what can we do but seed it and hope it grows?" I asked.

"Hmm. Interesting philosophy you have there..." The dark Jedi said. Not every day you get a dark Jedi that doesn't fight me at the first opportunity...

"Let's go back and show the others that we're not dead." I suggested, and we headed back into the HQ, where many a troop lost cash on bets.

Oooh. Aspirin, Kira took the two tablets, feeling the underlying chemical structures. Never know what someone's handing you. An fellow alchemist once tried to help Kira by offering her arsenic pills. Sure, arsenic was quite helpful to Chrybmettlers, but it was also quite poisonous to Weyreans.

"Thanks," she swallowed the tablets quickly.

"You are quite welcome. I suffered from headaches of my own so I stocked up. I don't suffer much from them anymore but I always have some on hand." Michelle replied. "I find that it helps."

She turned towards the door where Masaki went through. I hope your ok Masaki she thought.

We headed back through the door, and we very well didn't have a scratch on us. Several troops argued about who won the bet, but no one expected us not to fight...

Michelle gave a sigh of relief at seeing Daniel come through the door. "Masaki, I see that you managed not to get yourself killed. Glad for that! What did you do? Bribe him?"

Michelle gave a sigh of relief at seeing Daniel come through the door. "Masaki, I see that you managed not to get yourself killed. Glad for that! What did you do? Bribe him?"
The dark Jedi snickered as he moved on, earning a nasty glare from me. "Uh, no." (Although perhaps giving him the DI position was something like it.) "We just talked it over some and he agreed to stop bugging me about our status, that's all."

The dark Jedi snickered as he moved on, earning a nasty glare from me. "Uh, no." (Although perhaps giving him the DI position was something like it.) "We just talked it over some and he agreed to stop bugging me about our status, that's all."

"Well judging by how those soldiers were passing money around, you think something would've happened." She got up and went to him. "So what is next on the agenda?" she asked as she flipped her red hair back.

"Well judging by how those soldiers were passing money around, you think something would've happened." She got up and went to him. "So what is next on the agenda?" she asked as she flipped her red hair back.
"Aww, everyone expected a fight. You didn't use the sims yet, right?" I asked.

"Aww, everyone expected a fight. You didn't use the sims yet, right?" I asked.

"Well I was kinda hoping you could take me over there. Since your incharge around here, I just thought that you would like to take your best trainee over there.As for a fight, I didn't expect one so I probably could've made a fortune if I decided to join the betting pool." Michelle stated with a slight chuckle.

"Well I was kinda hoping you could take me over there. Since your incharge around here, I just thought that you would like to take your best trainee over there.As for a fight, I didn't expect one so I probably could've made a fortune if I decided to join the betting pool." Michelle stated with a slight chuckle.
"Ok, let's get to the sims, then." I said, escorting her to the training hall.

Michelle walks next to Daniel step for step. When she entered the training hall, she stared up in aw.

"Very nice place you have here Masaki. Much nicer than that damn shuttle training school that my dad enrolled me in before....." she shuts up before she finished the sentence. Instead, she took in the room and proceeded over to the fighter simulator. "Bet I can take you Masaki!"

Michelle walks next to Daniel step for step. When she entered the training hall, she stared up in aw.

"Very nice place you have here Masaki. Much nicer than that damn shuttle training school that my dad enrolled me in before....." she shuts up before she finished the sentence. Instead, she took in the room and proceeded over to the fighter simulator. "Bet I can take you Masaki!"
I went to the second one, and grinned. "You're on! What kind of scenario do you want? 1-on-1 or campaign?"

I went to the second one, and grinned. "You're on! What kind of scenario do you want? 1-on-1 or campaign?"

"Oh one on one my dear! One on one!" she stated as she strapped into the cockpit.

Ok, as the Commander, I pick the location, so I decided to input Coruscant. I put on the VR goggles, and then, I was immediately in hyperspace.

"Reversion in 5...4...3...2...1!" Star streaks turned into points of light, and the City-Planet loomed ahead as I locked my X-wing S-foils into attack position. CG Traffic was the usual amount, fairly heavy.

When the planet came up, Michelle began to look around. "Its one great big city." she said as she looks at her sensor board. "This is not going to be fun." she begins to formulate a plan to use the traffic to her advantage as she locks her wings into attack position.

"Ok masaki! Where are you?" she keeps looking at her sensor board as well as looking around at her surroundings.

I zoomed over and under the traffic, trying to find Michelle with both sets of sensors that I have. "Oh where, oh where did lil' Michelle go? Oh where, oh where could she be?" I sang. Then my R2 unit beeped, to your left.

"Ok..." I banked left, and my tracking computer just spotted a small enemy. There!

I sped up, preparing to attack like a bat-hawk...

at the sametime, her sensor board spotted an unusally fast object coming at her. She moved her stick to the left and down and spiraled as she came around to try and get behind him.

"Your good Masaki, but you gotta do better than that. I don't think Eagle Squadron would have you in its squad as a pilot with that kiddie manuever."

"Yeah, well, that was level one, this is Level two!" I banked sharply to the right, the compensators racing to keep up, and rolled up, braking to loop on a dime, and ended up on her tail. Locking on, I let loose some laser blasts...

Michelle jerked hard to avoid them. THough she got singed alittle, she survived intact. She then hit the afterburners and did a tight loop right onto Masaki's tail and popped up a proton torpedo.

Deedledeedledeedledeedledeedledeedle... I hated that.

I broke left and down and hit the afterburners, rolling up and down larger freighters to try and shake it off. My efforts rewarded me with a large explosion on one of the shields of a supertanker ship, then I looped back up to lock on and pop one at her!

Deedledeedledeedledeedledeedledeedle... I hated that.

I broke left and down and hit the afterburners, rolling up and down larger freighters to try and shake it off. My efforts rewarded me with a large explosion on one of the shields of a supertanker ship, then I looped back up to lock on and pop one at her!

"Oh Crap!" Michelle stated as she ducks into traffic. A massive heat signature erupted as a torpedo detonated on a freighter. "Masaki, sweetie, you have to be careful what your shooting at." She said into her comm system. "My shot was on target, yours wasn't."

She cut the communication then went totally silent as she cut power to her x-wing.

Gotta watch those snap-shots...

I frowned, as her ship seemed to get lost among the traffic. I reached out, trying to sense her presence...

Michelle knew that this fight wasn't going to be easy. Beating a jedi is no easy feat. She tries to maintain her cool as she continues to look around and make sure that Masaki doesn't sneak up right behind her. She has her weapons in standby mode and most of her electronics were still off, trying to mask her signatures.

"Comeon Masaki" she muttered! "You should have an idea where I'm at!" She sighs and waits for masaki to come to her.

Bleh, Kira watched the lovebirds walk off. Might as well crash for the day. Room...

It didn't take too long for the alchemist to locate the place, not after learning to navigate the twisting and often misleading passages of The Tower. A swipe of the keycard, a code, and....

Michelle knew that this fight wasn't going to be easy. Beating a jedi is no easy feat. She tries to maintain her cool as she continues to look around and make sure that Masaki doesn't sneak up right behind her. She has her weapons in standby mode and most of her electronics were still off, trying to mask her signatures.

"Comeon Masaki" she muttered! "You should have an idea where I'm at!" She sighs and waits for masaki to come to her.
Hmm...Gotcha! Sensing her presence 'below' me, I dove a corckscrew on top of her, then fired some laser shots at her.

Bleh, Kira watched the lovebirds walk off. Might as well crash for the day. Room...

It didn't take too long for the alchemist to locate the place, not after learning to navigate the twisting and often misleading passages of The Tower. A swipe of the keycard, a code, and....
It was a twin-bedroom dorm. About twice the size of an average college dorm. Basic amendities are available, including a refresher room (bathroom).

Hmm...Gotcha! Sensing her presence 'below' me, I dove a corckscrew on top of her, then fired some laser shots at her.

She quickly gunned everything and went head to head with him. "Gottcha Masaki" she hollared as she fired off 2 proton torpedoes and a barrage of laser fire. His shots did hit, weakening her shields but she quickly shunts power to reinforce them.

"Wha--?" I executed a couple of barrel-rolls, my profile becoming harder for the torps to track, and they missed, barely as I added a touch of TK, as well. Her lasers nibbled at my own shields, and I compensated for them. I yawed, our fighters zooming past each other by mere yards, then killed the throttle, pulled back on the stick and half-rolled, bringing my nose behind her, and locked on to her with a proton torp and shot it off.

The room was much better than her normal quarters at The Tower -- junior alchemists got a broom closet with a folding cot/table and a stool. She pulled off her black boots, leaving them at the door, and collapsed onto the bed.

My second-in-command, Naruto walked up. "Hello, you're the elves the captain told us about? Come with me."

He then proceeded to give them the tour.

"Very interesting, now what happens?" Celefrán questioned

"Very interesting, now what happens?" Celefrán questioned
"Now, we assign you a room, based on your preferences that we can accomodate you with our limited resources." Naruto said.

"Wha--?" I executed a couple of barrel-rolls, my profile becoming harder for the torps to track, and they missed, barely as I added a touch of TK, as well. Her lasers nibbled at my own shields, and I compensated for them. I yawed, our fighters zooming past each other by mere yards, then killed the throttle, pulled back on the stick and half-rolled, bringing my nose behind her, and locked on to her with a proton torp and shot it off.

"Shit!" She hollard as she executed a barrel roll of her own and the torp shot past her. "Ok this is getting rideculous." she said to herself. "Who has an advantage here." she then did a stop engine turn manuever and gunned it heading right at masaki with all guns blazing.

"Crap!" I instantly shot upwards, gaining distance from her, and then inverted after her again, the Force flaring in me. Then, almost as if a hand was guiding me, I shot a barrage of laser bolts, aiming for her reactor...

"Crap!" I instantly shot upwards, gaining distance from her, and then inverted after her again, the Force flaring in me. Then, almost as if a hand was guiding me, I shot a barrage of laser bolts, aiming for her reactor...

She barely, and I do mean barely, escaped the shooting. "This is getting annoying Masaki. We're too evenly matched." She said into her mic. She concentrated on getting him off her tail as he somehow slips in behind her again. She dived into heavy traffic and parks, waiting for masaki to come to her once again. When she did that, she tried to still her mind so that he can't pick up on her thoughts and track her back to where she is hiding.

She barely, and I do mean barely, escaped the shooting. "This is getting annoying Masaki. We're too evenly matched." She said into her mic. She concentrated on getting him off her tail as he somehow slips in behind her again. She dived into heavy traffic and parks, waiting for masaki to come to her once again. When she did that, she tried to still her mind so that he can't pick up on her thoughts and track her back to where she is hiding.
"Man...she's good. Really good." I said to myself. Few are able to keep up with a Jedi...in space or on the ground.

I had to finish her off, before she surprised me again...dunno how much more I could take.

At that moment, she shot up over her hiding place and unleashed proton torpedos and a full laser barrage.

"Now, we assign you a room, based on your preferences that we can accomodate you with our limited resources." Naruto said.

"Limited Resources? Hardly.."

After becoming bored with his room, the PredAlien headed back upstairs to the holodeck. Upon entering, he ordered a stealth program. A large facility out in the middle of a desert appeared in front of him. It was dark. Out in the distance, several sentries stood by the main gate chatting. He engaged his cloak, and ran toward the gate.

When he arrived, he quietly scaled the wall, and lept over the three laser beams that acted as barbed wire, landing perfectly inside of the compound. He then ran to the main building, which in turn led into a mountain. He entered an airlock, which shut behind him, and opened in front of him. A technician noticed the airlock go off, but didn't see anyone.

"Errr, hello? Is anyone ther- ahhhh!"

SWISHLING

The man's head rolled on the floor, and his blood splattered all over the wall. The PredAlien picked up the unfortunate man's head, and attached it to his belt. He then vaporized the corpse, leaving only the blood on the wall.

OOC:Anyone want to join him?

Kira snoozes away, despite the fact that her legs are hanging off the edge of the bed, or that her mithril-silver watch is digging into her thigh. At least she doesn't have to pay for the sheets....

At that moment, she shot up over her hiding place and unleashed proton torpedos and a full laser barrage.
Hmm. She's a bit liberal with those torpedos. Just finished her last volley, I suspect. Would probably have worked *dodges under an angry Dug's private ship* if my senses weren't going off full-tilt.

I then flipped tail-for-nose, and shot serious laserbolts at the incoming fighter.

Hmm. She's a bit liberal with those torpedos. Just finished her last volley, I suspect. Would probably have worked *dodges under an angry Dug's private ship* if my senses weren't going off full-tilt.

I then flipped tail-for-nose, and shot serious laserbolts at the incoming fighter.

"Now I know why I dont fight jedi" She murmered as she tried to evade the shots. She managed to evade most of them but some got through taking down her shields. "Oh now that is just great!" she sighed as she did some quick rearranging to get her shields up. She ducks once again into a crowd of starships trying to confuse the young Jedi. She did check her weapons systems and snarled when she realizes that she is just down to 2 torpedoes. "Great!" she said sarcastically as she tries to find a new line of attack.

As she zoomed past, I kept on her tail, shooting my quad-lasers and trying to finish her once and for all.

Her aft shields went down and then her ship exploded. The canopy popped up and she was furious with herself for losing.

I, too ended the scenario, but I was sweaty. Like I said, not many pilots could last that long against a Jedi. Wedge, or Gavin, probably, but they're dead.

She walked over to him.

"Good job Masaki. I guess I was wrong about your piloting skills."

"And I underestimated yours. Whew, taking me on like that!" I grinned.

"My dad made sure I could take on the best. I guess my best wasn't good enough in this case. Anyway, I"m hungry after that!" Leaving a hint for the young jedi. Come on! You know what to say she thought!

OOC: Ive disappeared?

The PredAlien continued through the complex, entering a rusty old turbo lift. When he exited, he found himself walking outside, 300 feet in the air, over a catwalk. It lead to a different building, the control center to an orbital weapons array. That was his target. He ran across the catwalk, his cloak hiding him from the men below, and he stepped through a second door leading into the control room. There were five men sitting on terminals, talking with one another. At the center of the room was a large holoscreen with the position of every orbital gun.

He quietly walked up to the holoscreen, and produced an explosie device from his belt. He typed several keys on it, and tossed it into the holoscreen.

"What was that?"

"It's those damned rats again."

"I'm getting sick of those little bastards," said one of the operaters, taking a blaster out of his holster, and stepping up to the terminal. "What the hell is that?"

Three....two....one....

From outside of the complex, the PredAlien watched as the entire complex disappeared in a massive ball of energy...

Naruto walked by the holodeck watching the PredAlien work, and grinned. "I wonder how good he would be against a Jonin like me?"

OOC: Masaki, don't forget about the training room! LOL! PS: BUMP!!!

"My dad made sure I could take on the best. I guess my best wasn't good enough in this case. Anyway, I"m hungry after that!" Leaving a hint for the young jedi. Come on! You know what to say she thought!
I grinned nervously, not quite sure what to say since I'm feeling a bit flushed near her. "Uh, why don't we go to the cafeteria. I'm pretty sure it's clean by now."

The PredAlien exited the holodeck, wiping his blade clean of blood, and watching the heads that decorated his belt disappear.

They didn't make worthy trophies anyway, he thought to himself as he walked the the cafeteria.

He really didn't need nourishment, but he supposed that's where everyone else would be.

I grinned nervously, not quite sure what to say since I'm feeling a bit flushed near her. "Uh, why don't we go to the cafeteria. I'm pretty sure it's clean by now."

"Ok!" She said as she flipped her hair back again.

*Somewhere near corusant space.*

"Sir, jump successful. Preparing to engage the main drive."

"Excellent. Let us see what there is to do around here..... " And so, the HRS Kep Salu moved out, course, corusant.

"Ok!" She said as she flipped her hair back again.
I escorted her to the cafeteria, where indeed, the twins and the grunts have finished cleaning up the food-fight mess.

*Somewhere near corusant space.*

"Sir, jump successful. Preparing to engage the main drive."

"Excellent. Let us see what there is to do around here..... " And so, the HRS Kep Salu moved out, course, corusant.
Permanently turned on inhibitors worked their magic on the FTL drive of the ship, almost guaranteed to knock them out of hyperspace at the edge of the system.

A couple of Star Destroyers were alerted, and immediately trained their weapons on the ship. They stated only one warning: "State your intentions, or be destroyed!"

Kira rolled off the bed, waking up in mid-fall. Her arm shot out, stopped her from hitting the floor nose-first. She groaned, muttered a curse, staring at the thin layer of dirt, got to her feet. How long ahs it been? An hour, less, more. She muttered something groggily, dismissed the thought, went to take a shower in the fresher.

"Food," her stomach growled. But first....

The raven-haired Weyrean tried to remember where everything led to. her point of reference was the cafeteria. So, might as well go there and get some cr4p to eat before looking through the rest of the facility.

Raven hair, orange hair, blond hair, none of them seemed to fit. Blond made her look like a ditz. Orange was too colorful. Raven...was dark, but it worked better than the other colors. There were definite benefits to alchemy.

"Sir, our drive just went out of whack. 3 cruisers approaching."

"Duck, and change course. Hard right. I don't want to find out the hard way what those ships are packing. Full speed please." The Kep Salu pivoted and spun it's way out the the sd's path faster than anything seen before, and quickly got itself out of range of the inhinbitors, and got itself into safer territories. "Don't let us get caught like that again. Full scanning, please. Any more ships, steer far clear of. Make for the nearest cover. Maximum speed."

I escorted her to the cafeteria, where indeed, the twins and the grunts have finished cleaning up the food-fight mess.

"Well they cleaned this place up nicely!" Michelle stated as she looked around. "The food did nothing for the decor of this place."

The essense of the cafeteria was darkened by the presense of the PredAlien, who sat at one of the tables silently, almost menacingly.

"Well they cleaned this place up nicely!" Michelle stated as she looked around. "The food did nothing for the decor of this place."

"Dunno," Kira responded, entering the cafeteria behind the two. She feelt somewhat better than a few hours before, though the change may be missed by some, or many. "It added some color to the place."

"Well they cleaned this place up nicely!" Michelle stated as she looked around. "The food did nothing for the decor of this place."
"Yeah. Have to give them credit..." I frowned as the PredAlien came in and made a mental note to give him a long assignment. "Anyway, let's get something to eat.

"Sir, our drive just went out of whack. 3 cruisers approaching."

"Duck, and change course. Hard right. I don't want to find out the hard way what those ships are packing. Full speed please." The Kep Salu pivoted and spun it's way out the the sd's path faster than anything seen before, and quickly got itself out of range of the inhinbitors, and got itself into safer territories. "Don't let us get caught like that again. Full scanning, please. Any more ships, steer far clear of. Make for the nearest cover. Maximum speed."
Like predators, the Star Destroyers sniffed around for the Kep Salu, and once satisfied that it's gone, they went back to patrol.

"Yeah. Have to give them credit..." I frowned as the PredAlien came in and made a mental note to give him a long assignment. "Anyway, let's get something to eat.

"I agree." she stated, not happy that there is company in the cafeteria. She looked around the cafeteria and ordered a BBQ Chicken Sandwich with the works, salad, chocolate cake and a soda.

OOC: Helllooooo... ? lol

"Limited Resources? Hardly.."
"Well, just let us know of your preferences, and we'll assign a room with the closest match." Naruto said.

Bump for CoreWorlds!

"I agree." she stated, not happy that there is company in the cafeteria. She looked around the cafeteria and ordered a BBQ Chicken Sandwich with the works, salad, chocolate cake and a soda.
I ordered a bantha-cheeseburger with fries, cheesecake and also a soda (Coca-Cola has reached far into the galaxy, it seems).

As she was eating, she asked Masaki "So what post will I have in this Black Order of yours? I didn't travel all this way to lose to you in a simulator run and to share a lunch." She stated as she tried to stay in her normal form as she somewhat ate what she ordered. Conflicting thoughts were still going through her mind about Daniel and her feelings towards him. I wonder if he can pick up on these thoughts she thought.

OOC: CW, Will you ever go on MSN?

As she was eating, she asked Masaki "So what post will I have in this Black Order of yours? I didn't travel all this way to lose to you in a simulator run and to share a lunch." She stated as she tried to stay in her normal form as she somewhat ate what she ordered. Conflicting thoughts were still going through her mind about Daniel and her feelings towards him. I wonder if he can pick up on these thoughts she thought.
"Well, you'll get operative training, which would include tracking a target and evading." I said. "Though we'll put you where your best talents go, like in the cockpit."

"Well, you'll get operative training, which would include tracking a target and evading." I said. "Though we'll put you where your best talents go, like in the cockpit."

"Sounds like fun." She stated as she flipped her red hair back out of her eyes again. "I do love to pilot fighters though small personal ships are more my thing." She sat there contemplating her next response or if she should tell the truth regarding her father, her real father.

"Sounds like fun." She stated as she flipped her red hair back out of her eyes again. "I do love to pilot fighters though small personal ships are more my thing." She sat there contemplating her next response or if she should tell the truth regarding her father, her real father.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" I picked up the slight hesitation.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" I picked up the slight hesitation.

"Its about my father, my real father." She starts to tear up some. "My mother married a man who help lead the rebellion against server. Problem was my mother didn't want him to do so so they divorced. She didn't know that she was pregnant with me at the time. I was three when my mom remarried and when I was 16, told me who my real father was." She breaks down into tears. "Daniel, my real father was Chris Kerry. I've been holding onto this for so long that it was starting to hurt." She tries to stop crying and collect herself. "I've been trying to establish respectablity back to his name but when I did, committed treason." She decided not to go into details at this time but is obviously hurting by what she has done. "I respect you enough to tell you this and I am hoping that you never tell anyone."

OOC: Just call me when im needed, then.

"Its about my father, my real father." She starts to tear up some. "My mother married a man who help lead the rebellion against server. Problem was my mother didn't want him to do so so they divorced. She didn't know that she was pregnant with me at the time. I was three when my mom remarried and when I was 16, told me who my real father was." She breaks down into tears. "Daniel, my real father was Chris Kerry. I've been holding onto this for so long that it was starting to hurt." She tries to stop crying and collect herself. "I've been trying to establish respectablity back to his name but when I did, committed treason." She decided not to go into details at this time but is obviously hurting by what she has done. "I respect you enough to tell you this and I am hoping that you never tell anyone."
I smiled to her. "Cheer up, Michelle. You're secret is safe with me. Besides, it doesn't matter who's father you are. All it matters, is you."

I smiled to her. "Cheer up, Michelle. You're secret is safe with me. Besides, it doesn't matter who's father you are. All it matters, is you."

"I'm glad Daniel. I do like you. Alot!" she stated matter of factly as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

The PredAlien grew bored. He itched for another mission, and thirsted for blood. That was obvious by his demeaner, which was getting increasingly frustrated...

OOC: What -does- the predAlien look like?

Kira in the meanwhile, got a six-foot hero with everything -- the cafeteria seemed to be quite well-stocked for a shitty outpost -- and sat across from the PredAlien. She wanted to sit with someone, and sobbing beauty wasn't an attractive choice.

OOC:Seven feet tall, face like a predator(as in the movie), big robotic tail, very muscular.

Bumpers!!

"I'm glad Daniel. I do like you. Alot!" she stated matter of factly as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Uh, thanks." Please don't cry...

I ate into my fries, thinking about my next training session with the boys. Martial arts sparring is up.

"Uh, thanks." Please don't cry...

I ate into my fries, thinking about my next training session with the boys. Martial arts sparring is up.

She leans across the table and gives him a hug. "Thanks! Now when am I going to be dubbed a member of your organization?"

"You were dubbed when you walked in," I said. "It's kinda subtle, no fanfare or anything, but you're already a member."

I finished my meal and drowned it in the soda. "I'm going to throw my brothers around like rag dolls. Wanna watch?"

"You were dubbed when you walked in," I said. "It's kinda subtle, no fanfare or anything, but you're already a member."

I finished my meal and drowned it in the soda. "I'm going to throw my brothers around like rag dolls. Wanna watch?"

She smiled sweetly at him. "Its a date!" she said.

She smiled sweetly at him. "Its a date!" she said.
I choked slightly, but managed to cough it out as I went beet-red. "Uh, ok."

I choked slightly, but managed to cough it out as I went beet-red. "Uh, ok."

She giggles at his discomfort on the word date. She smiles softly at him as she waits to see how much of a gentleman he really is.

She giggles at his discomfort on the word date. She smiles softly at him as she waits to see how much of a gentleman he really is.
"Ok, come on, then. I'm going to show the twins some judo moves." I said, reaching out to call them to Training Room D.

"Ok, come on, then. I'm going to show the twins some judo moves." I said, reaching out to call them to Training Room D.

"This should be interesting. Just don't hurt them to badly." She asked as she follows him to the training room I wonder what he feels about meshe thought as she walks next to him.

It's not that Kira didn't care about Masaki or Michelle. Rather, she didn't think it was her business to listen in. Besides, considering the way Michelle was looking at the Commander....

Out of boredom, the alchemist began to scratch lines into the table surface, watching what would emerge while eating her sandwich. Maybe three feet was a bit too long for one go. A trace element injection here, a change in electron spin there, hmmm. She touched the circle. It sparked, fizzled. Kira examined her new knife. It wasn't that bad, all things considering. "So what's there to do around here?" she turned towards the PredAlien.

"Not much," came a grunted response. The PredAlien's voice was almost human sounding. Almost. "The only thing I've found were the simulations, and those get boring rather quickly."

"What about outside?" she began doodling on the table again. She could have probably gone on transmuting pieces of table into things all day, until there was a pile of junk and no table.

"Don't worry, they're my brothers. I wouldn't hurt 'em. Just make 'em sore in the morning." I smiled, as I walked in. The twins were warming up already and I kicked off my shoes, took off my cloak, saber and outer tunic, and started warming up. Jumping jacks, stretches and running on the spot were the order of the day, and then I was ready.

"Ready, Padawans?" I asked, crouching into a horse stance.

They nodded, and attacked at the same time. I blocked each blow, allowing myself to back up and choose a strategy. I swept Jacob off his feet, and attacked Taylor, forcing him to block and dodge my blows. Jacob came up fast with a high kick, though I grabbed him and pushed him towards his brother. They fell in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Much to learn you two have, mmhmm!" I lectured, in imitation of Yoda. "Fight as one, you must! Trust your instincts, and each other!"

The twins looked at each other, smirked, clasped their hands together, and that's when I knew I was in trouble, and proud at the same time. I noticed them drawing in the Force, and speedblitzed me, throwing barrages of punches and kicks as if they were one person. I kept up as much as I could, using my own speed to keep up with them.

Then, the twins both broke through my defenses, and smacked into my face, and I went down, eyes swirling. @_@

"What about outside?" she began doodling on the table again. She could have probably gone on transmuting pieces of table into things all day, until there was a pile of junk and no table.
"Not sure, haven't looked."

"Don't worry, they're my brothers. I wouldn't hurt 'em. Just make 'em sore in the morning." I smiled, as I walked in. The twins were warming up already and I kicked off my shoes, took off my cloak, saber and outer tunic, and started warming up. Jumping jacks, stretches and running on the spot were the order of the day, and then I was ready.

"Ready, Padawans?" I asked, crouching into a horse stance.

They nodded, and attacked at the same time. I blocked each blow, allowing myself to back up and choose a strategy. I swept Jacob off his feet, and attacked Taylor, forcing him to block and dodge my blows. Jacob came up fast with a high kick, though I grabbed him and pushed him towards his brother. They fell in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Much to learn you two have, mmhmm!" I lectured, in imitation of Yoda. "Fight as one, you must! Trust your instincts, and each other!"

The twins looked at each other, smirked, clasped their hands together, and that's when I knew I was in trouble, and proud at the same time. I noticed them drawing in the Force, and speedblitzed me, throwing barrages of punches and kicks as if they were one person. I kept up as much as I could, using my own speed to keep up with them.

Then, the twins both broke through my defenses, and smacked into my face, and I went down, eyes swirling. @_@

Michelle was sitting crosslegged watching the whole affair. She shook her head as Daniel handled the twins attack. When they came together to attack as one, she was surprised that he was able to defend them off until he got smacked. Michelle cracked up laughing as she went over to Daniel and looked at him. "Well, at least they learned to work together as one danny." Michelle stated as she looked him over. "You though need to learn how to block!" She snickered again as she leaned down and kissed danny on the cheek.

"Hmmm. I'm gonna see if there's anthing interesting there..." Kira said, getting up, but not before activating her new alchymical array. It sparked, and did nothing. She muttered a curse, frowned, wandered out of the cafeteria/eating place. Her words were not particularly inviting, but they were an open invitation f

It took a bit of time to find her way, but she was outside. it didn't seem -that- dangerous....

The PredAlien had nothing better to do, plus he was curious as to what was outside, so he followed Kira out of the cafeteria.

OOC: Corneliu, TGs :p

Michelle was sitting crosslegged watching the whole affair. She shook her head as Daniel handled the twins attack. When they came together to attack as one, she was surprised that he was able to defend them off until he got smacked. Michelle cracked up laughing as she went over to Daniel and looked at him. "Well, at least they learned to work together as one danny." Michelle stated as she looked him over. "You though need to learn how to block!" She snickered again as she leaned down and kissed danny on the cheek.
My heart felt like it was going to explode when she kissed me. I was so red now, that I'm literally a walking strawberry.

"Oh, wow, Danny! You got a girlfriend!" Taylor giggled.

"Ooooh! And she kissed you too!" Jacob laughed.

"Come off it, guys!" I got up and called my lightsaber to my hand. "You two aren't done yet!"

Now, the duel is really starting to heat up, as the boys called their own hilts, and we ignited them together, and set them to the low setting. They hummed with fervor, and the sharp smell of ozone could be scented, as we waited to strike...

My heart felt like it was going to explode when she kissed me. I was so red now, that I'm literally a walking strawberry.

"Oh, wow, Danny! You got a girlfriend!" Taylor giggled.

"Ooooh! And she kissed you too!" Jacob laughed.

"Come off it, guys!" I got up and called my lightsaber to my hand. "You two aren't done yet!"

Now, the duel is really starting to heat up, as the boys called their own hilts, and we ignited them together, and set them to the low setting. They hummed with fervor, and the sharp smell of ozone could be scented, as we waited to strike...

Michelle blused at the words of the twins but smiled too. She sat there watching the boys have there fun contemplating what one of the twins, taylor? she thought, said. Well maybe he is my bf! That could explain the way I feel towards him she thought smiling wider.

Taylor's sea-blue blade flashed, and I blocked the blow, and met Jacob's amethyst blade aiming towards my leg. I was a blur of emerald energy, as both boys sought to find openings to me, but my Form II defenses were enough to keep them at bay, as thrust and parry worked in tandem to keep them from even touching me. I added a touch of IV, in order to twist out of their attacks if they got close, but in any case, I taught my brothers and my apprentices, even as I fought them. But it was teaching without words, but with action. Where they would miss a strike, I would break through and sting them. Where they managed to work in tandem, I made them work to defend themselves.

Suddenly, my lightsaber flashed several times, and Taylor was taken out, having lost his lightsaber, sent spinning out of his hands, and he also held a stung right arm. Now it was me and the younger twin, Jacob. His tan hair was slick, as he fought me with fervor and speed, to make up for my superior strength.

"You are strong, young Jacob, but you are not a Jedi yet!" I mocked, forcing him to defend my fierce offensive.

"Don't count your chickens just yet!" He retorted, and sidestepped to dodge a blow, then tried to catch me off-guard with a series of seemingly random attacks. But I was ready for it, and struck him hard, knocking him off-balance and before he could recover, my blade was at his throat.

"Good job, you two." I snapped a salute, and extinguished the blade. "Training session is over today."

I bowed to them, and they returned it. Then, we cooled down and relaxed.

Michelle watched the light saber duel with interest. She cringed a few times as Daniel was about to be defeated. When he beat both of his brothers, she clapped her hands and walked over to him and kissed him again.

"Good Job Danny." she said. "Your very good with the saber. She then turned to the kids. "You both looked good too." she told them. "Keep up the good work. She up at Danny and smiled warmly.

Now, with that kiss, I went pink again, but not as bad as last time. I knew now, that I like her too. "Thanks, Michelle."

The twins snickered, and I glared at them, but really, it didn't matter anymore.

Now, with that kiss, I went pink again, but not as bad as last time. I knew now, that I like her too. "Thanks, Michelle."

The twins snickered, and I glared at them, but really, it didn't matter anymore.

She giggled abit more as she sees Danny glare at the twins. "Lighten up sweetie." she said. "Kids will be kids you know."

"Yeah, you're right." I said. Sweetie?! Man, you're going fast, girl!

"Of course I'm right. Women are always right." she replied back with a smile on her face. "Oh by the way." And in one swift motion, flipped Danny onto his back with a judo toss.

"OW! What'd you do that for?" I yelled.

"OW! What'd you do that for?" I yelled.

"Because you didn't expect it. Always expect the unexpected." She said. She smiled sweetly at him and helped him to his feet being prepared incase he tried to do the samething.

"Because you didn't expect it. Always expect the unexpected." She said. She smiled sweetly at him and helped him to his feet being prepared incase he tried to do the samething.
"Oh, thanks for that advice." I dusted myself off, wondering what I should do now.

"Oh, thanks for that advice." I dusted myself off, wondering what I should do now.

"Your welcome." she said as she looks at the twins who were trying hard not to laugh at what they just saw.

I groaned, and just went to clean up. The twins, well, I'm going to give them a good lesson next time, hehe. Probably some blaster blocking.

Michelle just sat down at one of the tables and watched the training going on of the other people that were there.

"Sir, we've found an unused planet. M class, ready for colonization."

"No-body anywhere near here?" Richardson knew that this time, secrecy must be kept.

"No, sir, not a one."

"Excellent. Begin building a portal. We need to get our last forces to safety." Richardson knew he had found his people a new home. Now it was a matter of keeping it.

OOC: Not you again! You're worse than Team Rocket! :D

IC:
"Will Commander Masaki please report to the Command Center?" The PA suddenly rang out.

"On my way." I replied, starting to head towards the Center. What's going on?

The door slide aside as I walked in. "What's up?"

"We're getting some fuzzy activity in the system, sir. Permission to order the Star Destroyers to investigate?"

"Hmm...no." I said, narrowing my eyes at the fuzzy signatures. "Let them come and think we're not around, or at least neutral. If they become hostile, we'll deal with them."

"Very well, sir."

"Sir, picking up some more of those cruisers, they just dropped to sublight speeds near the edge of the system."

"Crap. Be ready, and get the portal open as fast as possible." Richardson turned to the screen, which showed the framework of a contact portal almost done, and most of the hardware for it installed already. He had to admit his people moved fast. "And as soon as the transports get through, enlarge the portal for our battleships. I want a full defensive screen ready should those guys come back."

"Aye sir, going to yellow alert, shields activating." The lights turned an amber as the ship prepared for possible defensive action.

(OOC: Heh, thing is, I don't blast off, I warp off.)

OOC: These threads go fast! TG me if ive missed anything, and when im needed.

Michelle made her way back to the simulation chamber and ran through more simulations to keep her wits sharp.

"Sir, picking up some more of those cruisers, they just dropped to sublight speeds near the edge of the system."

"Crap. Be ready, and get the portal open as fast as possible." Richardson turned to the screen, which showed the framework of a contact portal almost done, and most of the hardware for it installed already. He had to admit his people moved fast. "And as soon as the transports get through, enlarge the portal for our battleships. I want a full defensive screen ready should those guys come back."

"Aye sir, going to yellow alert, shields activating." The lights turned an amber as the ship prepared for possible defensive action.

(OOC: Heh, thing is, I don't blast off, I warp off.)
"Hold your fire..." I said, sure that we could get through this without confrontation. "Send of a message."

"Welcome to the Wayland System. Please state your intentions for treading on sovereign space."

"It's...a forest. What the f**ck was Masaki babling about," Kira sighed, picked what looked like a not-used path, and disappeared amidst the trees.

The PredAlien's heat vision saw many wild things running about in the forest, but nothing big enough to warrant a hunt.

"Hmmm, nothing interesting out here..." he muttered.

"Grrr.... why is it that whenever I put you in charge of the sensors, you always screw up?" Richardson was about ready to finally pull his sidearm on the man and blast him.

"Bad luck, sir?"

"Just close down operations on the portal, and prepare to rig it for warp towing. Get us the heck out of here as fast as is possible." Richardson's glower had come to the point that would make an evil emperor proud.




*Far side of known space...*

"Sir, we have traces of the Kep Salu's warp trail."

"Excellent, a galaxy ready for assault. Bring our re-enforcements through, and prepare the vengance for action...." Givoanni leaned back in his seat and savored the darkness of his bridge. It felt good to be evil....

OOC: Masaki, now would be a good time to call for allies because I'm smelling a Yhuzaan Vong connection here! LOL!

OOC: you have a perfectly good stealth craft whose tech only a fewnations even know about sitting in the hole you call a star port. Might want to call Kira up first, though....'cause she has the acess codes for it on that datacube that she never gave Masaki...*sweatdrop*

A half-hour of random meandering brought the young woman to a sort of clearing. Kira might have wondered why the forset was suddenly very silent, but having almost never been in a forest she did not really know what to listen for. Besides, it looked quite peaceful...except for the introverted person further back, who appeared to have gone mising....

OOC: Me too, lol.

IC:
"They're retreating, sir."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Keep scanning, though. I don't want any surprises."

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Deep in the forest, Jedi Master Alex Masaki meditated in the Force, letting it flow into him and surrounding him. He suddenly felt a flash of the future. Murky as it is, it didn't feel very good. Something about a fleet bearing down on Waylord.

Alex ignited his lightsaber, and went through a swift fencing kata, each stroke and parry a furious and controlled duel with a nonexistent Sith ending in a swipe through the 'neck'.

Hmm. Better if I practiced with Daniel, but oh well. He frowned. But still, that vision...it doesn't look good for this planet.

Bridge, WSGS Shadowknight, Waylord Surface

"I don't like it here," the XO muttered.

"Bad feeling?" the captain asked. He knew his exec was wait-listed for the magi'i, which meant that most of his hunches were at least partly true.

"Sorta," she responded. "Maybe it's just a long day."

"Yeah." the captain nodded, leaning back into his comfortable chair-couch. After a moment of staring at the console lights, he sighed, keyed into the comm channel for the local control. "Waylord Control, mind if we take a station somewhere less exposed?"

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Forest, Waylord

Well, there was no-one around, and it looked like a safe enough place to practice. Kira shrugged off her heavy blue jacket, slinging on a low-hanging branch, leaving on the black T-shirt on whose shoulder was the small and simple insignia of The Tower.

The first form was simple, for her -- Ash showed it to Kira almost ten years ago. Low block, knife hand, back-roundhouse going into a spin, the form was her way of warming up. She'd need it for what she wanted to try. There was an interesting excersise in her book where an alchemist ran up a tree, transmuting the bark as he went along.

"Waylord Control, mind if we take a station somewhere less exposed?"

I nodded assent. "Go ahead, Shadowknight."

-----

Alex strolled through the woods, and he felt power sparking from somewhere. He took a glance around, and smiled as he saw the alchemist girl working out as well. Transmutation, now there's a power even the Force can't readily give, and yet there's someone who can do that...

The PredAlien, meanwhile, was quietly observing the Weyran. His cloak was enabled, and he was perched atop a tree. He still continued to be bored. Suddenly, he dropped down, and disengaged his cloak.

"Can you create an opponent with your powers?"

"Thank, you. Shadowknight out," the captain flashed back. Ten minutes later, the craft was rapidly gaining orbit, its sensitive hull protected by layers of shielding.

"Looks interesting," tactical chuckled.

"Prepare to dive," the captain commanded. "Forty thaums."

"Forty thaums aye," the diving officer responded.

Pent up energy crackled along the Shadowknight's hull, lancing from antenna to to antenna, until the entire hull seemed to be a ball of pulsing energy. One moment it was there. The next moment reality twisted to take up suddenly-vacated space.

"Depth at forty thaums. Estimated sig is forty meters," the diving officer stated after a long moment. Diving was always a nasty business -- you never knew when a damaged diving array would cause tidal stresses to shred the craft in half. The vessel hung there, suspended in the spacde between dimensions, invisible to all but the best gravimetric scanners, where it would show up as a 'ghost' asteroid forty meters in diameter. Drives flared to life, taking the craft slowly to the ourskirts of the system.

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"[Expletive]! -Don't- f**cking do that," Kira spun around, eyes flashing. "Yes. I can make a golem. It just takes too much [expletive] time," not waiting for a response, Kira took off, leaping up, feet pushing the alchemist up the tree, hands softly brushing the bark to meld it to her will. First try. Cool. she shot up, past large branches, until the treetop bent from her weight and she found herself free-falling down the opposite side of the tall tree. Dammit. she landed with a thud, flat on her back, coughed, groaned.

"Are you ok, my dear?" Alex asked, coming up to her and ignoring the PredAlien.

*Unknown territorys, beyond chiss space.*

"Okay, sir. Absolutely no-body around. But, I did pick up an unusual radiation spike earlier. Seemed to be conisitant with another portal opening."

"Be on the alert. Red alert. All hands battlestations, full anti-cloak scans. Open the portal." Richardson's visage turned blood-red with the bridge lights, and scowled as the portal machinery opened.

"Here come the re-enforcements." Nine atlas class super-cargo ships shot out, and immediately began putting together a bigger portal, and a starbase, atlantis 2 class.

"How long until the next batch?"

"An hour, while the portal re-charges."

"Longer than we can afford. Cut every corner you can. Giovanni is on the loose out here."


*tatooine orbit (Couldn't resist)*

The normally peaceful space over tatooine is violently disrupted once again, this time, it's not a single sd...

"Hunt them all down, don't let any escape."

"Aye sir, deploying all fighters. Fleets 1 and 5 report complete victory. Fleet 4 reports engaging a super-cruiser, currently winning."

"Excellent, as soon as we deal with these pitiful fools, we go after Richardson. Let loose havoc, and let us sound the trumpet of war once again..." The black empire was on the loose once again, and may whatever higher force that might exist have mercy on anyone caught in their way.


(Heh, if you see these guys coming, run. They've got more firepower than a squadron of ssd's. And they're after me.)