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OOC:Further the adventures of Danie Masaki and Knight Hawkins

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Planet Exartha
Capital of the Confederacy of the Farstars
January 22nd, 226 A.L.
One Week After the Revolution

Garret Engelmann was now the most powerful man in the Confederacy, he would in less then an hour cement his position as the leader of his nation. He was a cold and calculating man who unlike many of his peers saw the futility of opposing the Galactic Empire, well most of those who disagreed with him are now dead, and he was very much alive. Of course he and those of his party were conveniently absent when the Imperial slaughter the hapless senators, and on the careful planning over months over half the defense fleet was being refitted in dry dock when the Imperial fleet arrived.

The absorption of the Confederacy into the Galactic Empire was quick, but far from bloodless, of the Navy surrender, for any resistance would have spelled their demise, no the blood spilled would not be from the military…well at least not in the initial invasion. Acting on Engelmann’s orders a Naval Pinnace destroyed the residence of the Prime Minister striking the target with a 5 MT nuclear missile, killing the PM, his families and all those within 15km instantly.

With these two moves Engelmann became the leader of his nation, he gained the support of the plebs by blaming the death of the PM upon the Navy, calling it an act of rage against the man who would not let them fight. Engelmann’s revolution was a success but it was just beginning. Before the day is out the Confedracy would become the People’s Confedracy, lead by a Committee of Public Security with Engelmann as it chairman, all of those who dissident would be shot, military or civilian, he and his party was now top dog.

Planet Exartha
Capital of the People’s Confederacy
Crescent City
March 1st, 228 A.L.

Over two years have passed since Senator Engelmann became Chairman Engelmann and the oppressive People’s Confederacy replaced the benevolent Confederacy of the Farstars. With the crushing of the Commonwealth’s colonial fleet a year previous and the resent surrender of the Cordian Rebellion movement the tyrannical Committee of Public Safety ruled the People’s Confederacy and its cluster of planets with an iron fist. There was resistance but where ever it was found it was crushed by the rapid response battalions of State Security storm troopers in powered armor, and where ever the survivors of the WIckian fleet were found they were assaulted by the People’s navy recently upgraded with Empire technology.

Dissidents who strayed too far from the party line both civilian and military were identified and summarily executed or worse reeducated, often being stripped of their former personalities and made into SS troopers. But what choice did the average plebe have but to follow the new regime, after all Chairman Engelmann preserved the Confederacy, not one planet was obliterated by the Death Star and not one citizen was made into a Doomainian Slave.

No…things could be much worse and the average citizen conformed to the new mold of society, did what and believed what the Committee told them. However not all the citizens were “normal” many still believed in the old ways, and remembered what once was…but dared not to show these feelings overtly for the punishment it would bring not only to them but also there families. But to even a smaller group of individuals Duty was more important than family, morals and convictions more are only worth something if they are stood up for no matter the price, and some well they had nothing at all in the world besides there honor, and without that life was meaningless. No, the Confederacy if the Farstars may have been beaten into submission, The WIckian Commonwealth driven from Hades System scattered before the combined might of the Empire. Even worse the Rebel Alliance may have been crushed by Palatine, Andrew Masaki murdered and his son taken captive, as of yet unheard from in over a year, but in the People’s Confederacy and on Exartha herself the REBELLION WAS VERY MUCH ALIVE!.

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Crescent City was a sprawling district capital of one of the larger continents of the planet Exartha. It was one of the larger cities on the planet the 15km city center was a tall cluster of buildings a couple hundred stories high. As the city spread out wards the buildings gradually got smaller, and short. Air cars crowded the sky lanes, with the bustle one would expect of a city of 15 million inhabitants. The center of the city was a jewel of modern technology where the rich or those closely allied with the party would live, the lower sections contained everything wrong with societies they were the slums the projects people lived there because they did not possess the means to escape such a life or did not want to be noticed.

Life in these lower sections would not be seen on the censored news of the People's Confederacy it was something even they tried to deny. However that did not mean that they would not have a role in its creation or upkeep. State Security goons prowled the streets in many ways worse the gangs preexisting there, raping and terrorizing the inhabitants trying to survive the environment.

Humans if anything were adaptable and so even under these harsh conditions life went on, plebes went to work, and plebes for the most part were content so long as no one noticed them as attention lead to SS noticing people and that was never good. But what can a plebe do but live each day as they would come.

District 1154 of the Brown Sector was home to a high school. It was the typical BLS funded school and as such the level of education was not as good as those offered State Sponsored schools available to those more well off, but twenty percent of the students who excelled and passed the State Loyalty test would be accepted into State run academies and molded into Military Servicemen or State Security troopers.

Kevin Caller was seventeen years old and was a tall athletic young man, mainly because he could not afford enough food to be fat and without muscle the gangs would have beat him into so much paste by now. He like all of his classmates were forced to attend and pass the Civil Service class mandated by the state, he found himself actually paying attention to this class as if he was in the top twenty percent he would have his ticket out of this slum.

But the semester was only half way through completion and the final exam was over two months away so he find himself paying attention not to the teacher but something altogether more interesting, Katie Price and her tight fitting jeans in the desk in front of him. GODS! She was beautiful he always had a thing for her maybe sometime soon he would have the courage to ask her out, maybe.

The teacher however noticed his wondering mind, and decided to pull it out of the gutter…

“Mr. Caller why did the Commonwealth fall?” the teacher, Mr. Edwards scornfully asked of his student.

“Um ah…The Commonwealth of the Wick which repressed our nation for so long with colonial tariffs fall to the Galactic Empire for opposing their views, they openly opposed the Empire and paid the price for their arrogance.” Caller responded confidently. For a second if one looked deeply into the eyes of Mr. Edwards one would have noticed a flicker or pain perhaps even defiance before they hardened with an impassive resolve.

“An answer fit for any state approved textbook Mr. Caller” the teacher responded in a tone that could be mistaken for unbelieving in what was said although the words themselves were perfectly loyal. “I believe your text book should any of you ever read it states that over 100,000 Wickians died that day, do any of you believe that they died because they believed in Arrogance that the Empire should be opposed? They however mistakenly opposed the Empire militaristically, and thank the gods that Chairman Engelmann in his all knowing wisdom, decided to make the Empire a better place from the inside out. Remember class violence for the sake of violence never solves anything there is always other ways.” The man put emphasize on the last half of the statement and only a fool could have missed the venom when he mentioned Engelmann name. Of course none of the words he used were disloyal. With his statement done the bell rang and the class rushed out.

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With the day over the students of the school departed to their homes, however Kevin had another plan he followed Katie Price from a distance trying to work up the nerve to ask her out. He was going over pick up lines in his head pondering what he should tell her to get her to even notice his existence. She turned into an ally way in the distance almost to her home, Kevin turned into the ally too decided it was time to make his move. He never knew that following Katie Price into that ally would be an action that would have drastic changes to his life. For Katie was not alone in that ally way, no there was every girl’s worst nightmare waiting for her there a squad of SS troopers, whose members male and female had plans for Katie too.

He heard her screams above the lewd and grotesque comments of the troopers. He watched frozen in shock as he saw the troopers molester her, eventually tearing her cloths off throwing her to the ground. They the troopers of State Security were no better then a city gang, they were just as bad as any rape gang, and Katie paid for their cruelly as they violated her body.

Kevin finally snapped he could not just stand and let this crime go unpunished he knew he had to try to stop this heinous event though the chances were miniscule that he would accomplish anything besides his own demise. But he had no choice did he how could he live with himself if he did not try and stop this evil.

His throat let out a guttural scream as he sprinted towards the nearest trooper tackling the woman in ceramic armor forcing her to the ground. What happened after that was a blur, he remember diving for another trooper swing at him with a right hook before the butt of a pulser rifle mad contact with his face, and then his solar plexus and finally his spine, his body laid battered on the ground blood flowing from his mouth and broken nose. His vision became blurred from the pain but he remained coherent enough to watch the cruel guards put a pulser dart through Katie head as the troopers decided to work him over now.

He heard there harsh comments as they began kicking him, he felt unimaginable pain as his ribs broke, but he thought to himself that it was funny he had no regrets he did what he knew was right and soon would be dead, but he died for a noble cause. He started to laugh to himself, it came out as a bloody cough as he was beaten but he couldn’t help it. It was the funniest thing, he thought he saw Mr. Edwards appear in the ally next only he could only see his face and his eyes, filled with not hate or anger but something more scary, colder even. He wasn’t dressed in a suit either but rather a black and green robe and in his hand of all things was a light saber! He was obviously seeing things funny and improbable as they were, he only had time to see the mystical Mr. Edwards activate his white light saber before he passed out.

Planet Exartha
Crescent City
Headquarters Rebellion Cell "Defiance"
March3rd, 228 A.L.

Caller felt as if he had been hit by a bus and then run over by repeated vehicles when he awoke in the dimly light room. He sat upright noticing he was dressed only in his boxers, the reason was apparent for in the corner were his bloodied cloths. He swung his legs over the side of the small sterile bed, there was six other such beds in the small room but what was apparent though was this was no hospital, even BLS hospitals were clean, white, sterile buildings, this did not pretend to be anything of the sort although there was multiple medical supplies around the room.

Where the frack am I? Caller thought to himself as he moved his tongue across a gap in his teeth, the memory of what happened to him was still vivid in his mind especially that or Katie’s murder…what was clear was how he survived such an event, then he remembered the mysterious robed individual with of all things a light saber if you could believe it, that make him a Jedi, but even her on Exartha they were rarely seen, after all there was probably less then a dozen in the Farstars…

Well he certainly was going to find anything out lying down here all day he stood up chills sent up through his spine as he feet touched the cold floor. He then noticed a pile of cloths neatly folded on a counter near the bed he was laying on, on it was a note that stated I think these should fit you Mr. Caller So, brought him hear knew his name at least. He dressed himself in the simple garb a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved green shirt.

When he exited the room only limping slightly, was as he entered the center room there sat crossed legged in meditation was Mr. Edwards, it was him who saved him as those goons beat him last evening, that would be though that his teach was a jedi!

The man known as Mr. Edwards eyes opened and he looked right into the very soul of young Kevin Caller and he stated evenly without emotion,

“I imagine you feel much like Alice when she found herself in wonderland Mr. Caller, your actions speak much about your personal honor and that was a very brave thing you did for Katie. Welcome to the Rebellion Mr. Caller, my name is Knight Hawkins late of the WIckian Commonwealth.”

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Imperial March Booms

The fleet had been in hyperspace for long enough. They were now approaching the designated coordinates and it wouldn’t be long before the emperor himself came to the bridge.

In the centre of the command ship the custom fitted throne room was pure black, with the odd outcrop of Imperial guard red along the walls. The emperor meditating on his throne was deep in thought over the past weeks and months. He could forsee something, something that threatened him and his grip, it would not last for long.

Admiral Thrawn came appeared on the holomat of the throne room. My Lord. he said hesitantly. We have arrived in system, the fleet is approaching Exarthra as we speak.”

The emperor merely looked up from his meditation and nodded. It was time Governor Engelmann recieved a visit regarding the condition of his worlds. The Emperor had heard of the vast poverty and unemployment which reached from the highest seats of power down to the lowliest villages. It was unsatisfactory, the man we creating conditions ripe for revolt and revolution. It would be changed shortly.

The governor would soon get a surprise when the Emperors own command ship the Palpatine emerged from hyperspace along with the escort of three hundred star destroyers. Rising from his large and raised throne the emperor made his way towards the shuttle bay. He would meet with Engelmann as soon as possible.

Engelmann sat in his office in the People's Tower an sky rocking 500 story tall building in the heart of his city. He was most distressed, the Emperor was in the system and demanding to meet with him to discuss the situation that has been developing on his planet for some time now. And he brought a sizable portion of the Imperial fleet with him, Engelmann knew however that the fleet would not solve the problem, the enemy was covert, they would need the Black Order,

He has heard stories of its agents and its leader Commander Masaki...he used to be one of those holier then thou Jedi before he joined the Emperor. Engelmann imagined it wasn’t by choice not at first but for years the Empire been slowly eating away at the boy, crushing his nation, killing those he loves that had to leave a stain on the soul, and the Emperor knew how to control such men. Yes, he very much hoped that Masaki would be coming to this meeting also...it seems to be most productive.

Engelmann and his closet advisor as well as an impressive honor guard of State Security troopers made for the docking platform above his penthouse on top of the tower the emperor would be arriving soon. And one did not make the emperor wait...if enjoyed breathing that is.

"J-JEDI...R-REBELLION, what’s going on here Mr. Edwards everyone knows the rebellion was crushed by Thrawn’s fleet at Konoha and the Colonial Fleet was shatter in Hades. The rebellion is over Mr. Edwards a fool’s errand only pursued by crackpots and terrorists to justify there violence and violence towards society.”

A pained looked flashed across Hawkins face as he heard the boy spout rhetoric again. “Mr. Caller history is a mosaic, it is bits of truths and falsehoods stitched together and manipulated by those in power to justify their own points of view. The “history” you just spouted is not wholly true but also is not wholly false however it conflicts with what I personally know to be ‘true’” Hawkins said slowly pronouncing each word clearly so there would be no mistaking what he was saying. “The Rebellion is not dead Mr. Caller as the Empire and its puppets would have you believe, merely its changed. It is true that the Cordian Rebellion fleet was crushed at Konoha, and the WIckian Colonial fleet was scattered in Hades, but they did not go quietly into the night. I was at Hades the empire paid in blood for every light minute of space they’ve subjugated. But the rebellion is different now, we can not oppose them overtly anymore until the situation changes, know that the error of the Empire is that the rebellion can be defeated with through force, through control of planets, shipyards, and strategic systems. No the Rebellion lives in here” he says pointing to his heart before continuing, “No mater who they kill how many of our ships they destroy the Rebellion will continue as long as we have the constitution to carry on. And it is fuel by the actions of brave young men and women like you, and martyred patriots like Katie Price.” He said his voice full of emotion and conviction.

Caller for his part seems to legitimately believe in what Hawkins told him,
“But I can’t be apart of the rebellion, I need to think about my family my mother and brother I wont risk them by joining your fight Mr. Edwards.” The young man responded with a sense of guilt.

“Protection of the innocent is an admirable trait Mr. Caller and I respect that, but you should know that your actions today in trying to protect Katie will have repercussions already I would not doubt that you have been identified by witnesses or by the blood you’ve left at the scene. You need to know that I sense that the force is strong in you, I want to train you in the ways of the force, it’s a great calling on of adventure for sure and protection of the innocent, but make no mistake through no fault of your own you are very much involved in the Rebellion.”

“If State Security knows I was there, if they think I’m responsible my family is in danger, they will be purged!” He turned and ran out of the building barley hearing Hawkins warning.

“Kevin no its too dangerous they are probably already dead! There is nothing you can do to save them, the Rebellion needs you!” But the young man was already out of the door.

OOC: LOL reminds me a little of a new hope :P

The shuttle left the star destroyer covered in vast blanket of Tie fighters and gun boats. All around the area civilian traffic had been banned and orders to shoot any trespassers instantly were given throughout the fleet. Moving down through the atmosphere the Emperor sat comfortably within his luxurious shuttle. Imperial guards flanking him and the notorious Dark force squadron kept a close tail on the emperors shuttle.

Moving throughout the vast city the shuttle finally found its landing coordinates. The pilot settling the shuttle down with ease lowered the exit ramp allowing the emperor to depart.

Covered in a white haze of Shuttle exhaust and coolant the ramp lowered. From within observers would be able to see a slight hint of red as the Imperial guards descended and took formation, guarding the emperor with every fibre in their being. The smoke clearing, a small silence ensued as the emperor descended the ramp himself with two further guards clothed in black at his side.

Making his way to the Governor he was bidden to rise………..

"Hmm." I leafed through reports on the Wick's growing poverty problem from my agents in the field. They sent me unvarnished reports -not fit for young Jedi's eyes- of atrocities committed in the name of state security. As my younger brothers spar in an intense training session, I read up on an interesting little report.

It seems that members of the State Security were slain in an odd fashion. Autopsy reports indicate that there were cuts and stab wounds that seemed to have instantly cauterized, preventing blood from flowing like regular cuts do. There's only two weapons that could do that: blasters and lightsabers, and I'd bet my entire paycheck that it was a lightsaber that did the work.

I looked up to watch Jacob taunt Taylor for his shortness. Poor kid, now he's going to get it!

"WHO ARE YOU TO CALL ME SO PETITE THAT I COULD ONLY BE SEEN UNDER A MICROSCOPE?!"

I winced. In a blazing display of lightsaber work, Taylor proceeded to school Jacob in why he's not to call him short or any synonym thereof. What have we unleashed on the galaxy?

Anyway, I wondered about this Jedi from Wick. I had a feeling that I knew him...Perhaps it's time to pay a visit to the Wick, though Palpatine is already doing so...

Engelmann bowed onto one knee head lowered as the Emperor approached, the honor guard came to attention and presented arms to their emperor. As he heard the emperor’s command to rise he did so.

"Welcome to the People's Confederacy sire, I offer my deepest respect to you, and if I may beg of you the reason you’ve decided to grace our nation with your presence?

Delegating authority to Naruto and Grandpa, I headed to the hangar bay with Avon, where a shuttle was waiting for me to fly out. Before I did so, I made a recommendation to Grand Admiral Thrawn to send a couple divisions of clonetroopers to the Wick to start cleaning out the trash that is their abysimal Committee for State Security.

After passing through the atmosphere and the gravity well of Wayland, I hit the coordinates for the Wick and headed into hyperspace.

The emperor continued and walked past the snivelling councillor. Walking just a few steps in front of Engelmann the emperor finally decided to speak. “I am here because I have been receiving some of the most disturbing reports regarding the worlds under your control, however I must will your explanation first of all.” The emperor continued walking in a small silence before speaking again. ”Governor, my reports indicate that your current policies towards the masses are in fact very dangerous ones. You keep them controlled and sub-servant, do you know nothing? The emperor hissing a small part of anger looked dangerously towards Engelmann. Your attempts of controlling the populous may well lead to civil unrest, or even an attempt of revolt. That is the reason why I am here and if I must sort this mess out myself so be it. The emperor now fell into a silence and continued walking into the building waiting on the Governors response.

Engelmann walked respectfully behind the Emperor and waited for his time to reply after the Emperor was done speaking. Engelmann may be the most powerful man in the Farstars but Palatine was the most powerful man in the galaxy.

"With respect sire I offer to you that the problems are contained to the slums of the cities of this world. Our other colonial worlds loyal is not overwhelming but they have no reason to not conform to the Party and are loyal enough." he paused before continuing, "Before our entrance to the empire this world was confronted with class disparity and social slavery. The revolution has equalized distribution of wealth and as long as the populous conforms and is loyal to the Party they are rewarded. There is a minority who does not share the Party’s views and have been forced to live in the slums, we have educational programs in place to show these lost people the light and given time they will come into the fold."

"There have been some awfully concerning incidences between the SS troopers policing the slums and dissidents though I am assured that the trooper’s action were always justified and in the interests of self-defense sire."

The emperor looked into to the eyes of this man, this Engelmann. ”No I think not. The situation is far from ordered, your gangs are walking the slums raping and pillaging as they please all in the name of the Empire, you blithering idiot every minute they are out there is another ounce of hate directed towards the party and the Empire.” Turning away in disgust the Emperor continued walking. ”but you have done well to keep peace and order this far. I am now here to try and appease the situation. Above in my waiting fleet I have twenty thousand Clone troopers preparing to land, they will appease the situation. All gangs and rapists will be brought before the courts and executed for their crimes. The Storm troopers will patrol the slums from now on, keeping Imperial order. Food depositories and stations will be set up and compensation will be given to the offended families. There will also be an election shortly, rigged of course but I have yet to decide who will win.

The emperor turned and looked out of the window, the sky turned black with the swarming drop ships, the sun all but a distant memory. Order will be restored here Governor, one way or another. The now left the Governor to his thoughts and made his way towards his quarters, ever flanked by his red robed guards.

Adrmiral Thrawn's poinant message had been taken well by Admrial Malin. He considered that the Black Order was now a substanical imperial organisation. He did not need Daniel Maskai getting angry. Becasue is Daniel was not happy, Thrawn was not happy. Thats meant the imperial admirals would not be working most 'efficantly'. He did not need that with the emperor down below. Therefore he had decided to 'enhance' the size of the first plannetry expidition force. 20,000 of Kaminos' best clone troopers were crammed into 15 heavy trawlers along with 1 full imperial armoured battalion. The cohort of vessels headed down away from the dominance of the SSD Palpatine towards the planets surface. There hulls glissened and reflected as they turned broadside away from the shadow of the awesome vessel into the solar light of the nearest star.

From the ground the atmosphere turned a vial red with the crimson burn of the trawlers entering the planets aurora. The clouds backed away from the sheering winds and the chemical heat of the trademark imperial 'hot drop'. A hundred meters above the ground it seemed that the trawlers would impact like a metiorite, but the buners quickly reversed thrust. The clones quickly began setting up camp while the heavy units such as the AT-AT's were configured for mass transport. The clone captain, flung his blue combat robe over his shoulders as his armoured tunic swung in the wind. He ordered his bi-pedal mechanised units to set up a defencive perimiters in there new city camp. The clones were quickly were broken up into there terrifingly efficient patrol groups and support units. They waited for their orders from orbital command. However, the clone commander had deduced that this was a mission of peace. Standard training protocal on Kaminos suggested this was comprise of standard opperation of supressing street gangs and better orgainised forms of non imperial action.

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Twenety minutes had passed and clones were ready to move out. The commander obayed Admiral Malin with the upmost haste. For the short term the could not operate in too large an area. They needed Daniel Masaki his servent Avon and the rest of the BO to turn up, to feed them with more accurate intelligence. For now there task was simple. Restored the name of the empire. Reassuringly remove any gangs who rape and commit haneous crimes. Deal with any SS that commit acts against huaminty in the name of the empire.

In more simple terms, restore the balance of humanity.

Engelmann stood alone with his advisor and also chief of the SS an grey haired man named Saint-Just on the boarding platform as they watched the clone troops land only a few kilometers always. It was an impressive sight though he’s seen larger deployments of the Farstars Army and for that matter Colonial WIckian Forces these Imperials landed with precision and professionalism.

"Already Pierre, I want you to pull in the reigns on the SS, keep them as well in line as you can I want you to work closely with the Imps, use there knowledge and technology and flush out as many of the rebels as you can, in time they will leave...the party will survive this is we co operate with our overlord."

"But Garret the election!" Pierre protested.

"The Party will overcome it after all, there is only one political party on this planet and I am that party!" He stated with venom lacing through his voice.

The clone troopers move through the streets with ease. They kept there presence low so not to upset the local populace. The acted with a kind deminor and most resistance was light. Gangs often surendered without a shot being fired.

The clone commander reported in to Admiral Malin.

** Resitance was low. The SS was complying perfectly.**

The populace had observed minor nucances being removed from their day to day lives. However, the true threat was in the slums. Nothing could be done untill surface command recieved more intelligence.

Admiral Malin swung back on his chair. He looked over the data pad once more. He stood up and sleeply pressed the com button.
"Officer, authorise the deployment of the intelligance forces." he said with a most impending tone. He could help but yawn.
He sat down once more and slummped into his chair, he just could be bothered with this pussy footing around. Just purge them.
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Down on the surface the clone had set up road block seperating the upper green zones for orange risk areas. The clones were keeping there presence will hidden and had set up will for urban warefare. Imperial armour was keeping well back to act as artillery units to avoid and encounters with shoulder mounted missiles. The clone commander was counting possabilities of engagement. He wanted the conflict to occour on his terms. Snipers were peering down there disruptor rifles into the slums. It was like another city down there. A city under a differant law. The clones seemed differant to the ones most people imagined when they imagined the products of Kaminos. They were slightly shorter looking but were physicaly much stringer. The had been speacalised for urban warfare. The command was getting annoyed with the lack of intelligance, he didn't want to probe to far into the slums. The first thing on his agenda was to find out how the gang system worked. Was is seperate gangs jostling for power of was it a more organised resistance against the current regime. He assumed the worse of the two. Only time will tell.

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The figured walked around the slum. It stank. Not of rotting food or poor hygine, but there were traces coming into existance. It stank of heracy against the empire. He could smell it. He was one of a small group inserted from the Palpatine. He was, however alone at this time. Time had allowed him to meld perfectly with the society. He was regared as a new friend by most. He had stayed up late and got drunk with the locals. He had met people of increasing power in the yet sheathed rebellion. But progress was slow. He could barely tollerate the fact that he was having to take clones barking orders at him. The all were in the same fate now. However, he was impressed with there intuition. It did seem as if there was a well organised resitance ready to emerge. The were more than fed up with there repression. However, this was nothing new. It was proving far more difficult to find out there military capabilities.

The memories made him shudder. He had heard rumors of impellor missiles being shipped to the forward reaches. If this were true the clones would have to recosider the flash and bang technique they were contimplating. Other sources from his allies had heard rumours of Jedi support. The facts were not clear. Some sources said 20-30 had come from off world to rally anti-imperial feelings. However much he wanted to disguard this he had to get the rumours to the emperor, and they were only rumours. That would be achived easily. He had bugs everywhere around him, even ones upon him that he did not know of. Even the imperials were spying upon him.

Conversly, he did not feel threatened himself. He had fit in well and made many 'friends' and life was relativly slow. What made his skin crawl was the fact the was a true government in hidding down here. Like a true power the realy facts were hard to come by. His job was getting more difficult by the day. The orgainsation of his foe must hav been increasing. But whatever he could do the clones would ask for more.

'There too smart for there own good sometimes.' he mused as he moved into a bar.

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A shadow drifted into orange zone #4c. The clone eyeballed the target as if desended into the depths of the slums. It is what they had been waiting for, the black orders first report. Now it was time for the admrial to choose his next course of action. A clone was dispatched to meet with his true master. Emperor Palpatine.

I reverted to realspace at Exartha, noticing the large Imperial fleet, and setting the transponder to my personal ID code. Then, I requested clearance for landing.

"Imperial shuttle you are clear to land at Dockpad alpha one, it is marked as beacon 153bravo on your radar screen. Welcome to Exartha and enjoy your stay while on planet." the landing control officer told commander Masaki.

Kevin sprinted through a torrential rain making his way to his families small flat, but even as his lungs burned with exertion he had the sickest feeling in his stomach that he was already to late. As he enter through the kicked in door of his families flat a smell of death greeted him, there was nothing left of his only family in the world, Flechette darts made so much goo out of what used to be flesh and bones.

He could not hold back vomit from his disgust, and he fell to his knees and wept as sorrow overwhelmed him. He did not know how long he wept for hours perhaps when he finally heard Hawkins’ voice.

“I know what it is like to lose someone you care deeply for, the Empire took from me one who I loved more then anything else. The SS took your family from you the cruel cycle continues until men like us deiced to do something about it.”

It was in that moment that Caller changed, gone was his innocence that would spout party rhetoric, replaced with a resolve that forced many like him into action in the past. People forced to make a stand for what is right against those with power. He looked into the Jedi’s eyes,

“Master Hawkins” he said using the Jedi’s real name for the first time, “train me in the ways of the Jedi, so that I may prevent this injustice from being done to others.”

I thanked the controller, and followed Beacon 153Bravo to the docking bay, soon landing on the designated tarmac. I went out, followed by Avon.

"Ok, Avon. I'm going to book a hotel. You start gathering intelligence on the slums. Be careful." I said.

"Right away, sir."

Then we parted ways. Him going down to the dark side of this place, and me booking a room, then I will follow. I'm pretty sure now that Jedi Knight Hawkins is the Jedi. Who else do I know that's in Wick? Well, my old friend, I'm coming. Coming very soon.

Hawkins meditated alone in his candle light room he allowed the force to flow into him his body acting like a conduit of its power. He could sense a great evil was on the planet a presence he had not felt since he was last in the throne room on the Death Star that of evil incarnate itself, the Emperor. But he also felt something else something different, his mind traveled through the city searching from this new presence. It was not blatantly evil like the soiled soul of the Emperor, not it was that of an inherently good person though he’s been forced to commit acts he knows are not right, then he saw the face of this new presence.

It was that of Daniel Masaki, only he was not the innocent young man Hawkins once new he was changed. Loss would often force change on a person something Hawkins knew only to well.

[i]"I await your arrival my friend I think you know where to find me, you will not be impeded in any way on your trip here." Hawkins set telepathically to the Jedi who he used to know so well.

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A few hours have already past as Hawkins waited in meditation for Daniels arrival. His eyes slowly opened as he looked across the room to his young apprentice, he spoke to him softly,

“Kevin I know not what the event of this meeting will bring, I can not risk your life also our cause can not afford the loss of both of us this day. I feel in my heart that Daniel means us no harm for now, but there is no telling how much he has changed, I want you to travel to the cell in Darkonate City carry on the mission from there you’ve learn all that I can teach you.”

“I understand master, I wont let you down.” He stood and collected his things in a small knapsack and made to leave the building, before he reached the door, he said to Hawkins,
“May the Force be with you Master”

“May it be with us all…”Hawkins replied grimily as he watched the young man he respected so much leave the building. Yes Daniel was close now he could feel him strongly.

Having finished booking a room, I set out to find Hawkins, clad in my customary cloak to move swiftly in the shadows. I jumped down a ways, landing softly with the Force, and tracked Hawkin's Force signature, normally not an easy feat. The marauding squads of SS troops saw nothing, as I swiftly and silently moved on. I was the shadow of the night, the wind that barely whispers. If I wanted to, I could swoop down on those troops like a great horned owl, and they would never know who killed them.

It didn't take long to find Hawkin's lair, and I watched carefully for any sign that someone followed me (one never knows), then knocked.

Hawkins hear his friend knock on the door, but he did not acknowledge the rapt, merely he stayed sitting cross legged in the center of the room and awaited Daniel’s entrance.

The room was lit dimly in candle light, it was a Spartan affair with minimal furniture and on one desk there sat Hawkins one personal possession, a small photo of his former fiancée Lucy dressed in a rouge squadron flight suit and next to her was a very young Commander Masaki, in the better days so long ago. Hawkins though of those days as Rozhowerins “Ode to Unknown played softly in the background a beautiful harmony of stringed instruments and piano.

Then the door opened and the robed figure entered.

I entered to soft music, and skipped a beat when I noticed an old photo of me and Lucy. I've never known what had happened to her...

I then turned to Hawkins. "Knight Hawkins, it has been a while."

Hawkins remained sitting but opened his eyes and stared directly into Masaki’s eyes,

"Aye, it has been far two long Knight Masaki...far to long indeed."

"I should explain myself and why I haven’t been there for you or your father these past few years, you deserve that much." He paused before continuing.

"I’m afraid I’ve cast myself into a sort of exile here into these slums as I needed to work some things out for myself." Between these two Jedi there was no hiding any secrets and Hawkins could feel Masaki's remembrance of Lucy.

"I know you only knew her for a few months, but I imagine you were able to get a sense of her, about of joy and goodness she brought into the world. She made us all better people."

Hawkins thought back to that day on the Death Star...
"I do not know if you realized it at the time, but I had to make a terrible choice that day on the Death Star, I had two pick one of you to save. In the end it really was no choice at all you know, I like you am a military man, you were a vital part of the Rebellion, There really was no choice at all was there..."

"You've been their prisoner before, I need not tell you how the Sith can break your body and corrupt your soul it is only a matter of time with the right drugs and physical incentive. They broke her and violated her mind warping her into serving their order. When saw her next gone was the woman I loved all the remained was a shell of her former self, she was a hideous, her body heavily tattooed with Sith runes with a shaved head and a black heart."

He continued,
"She died by my hand Daniel, I killed her." his voice at this moment was a harsh crackle. "As the life drained from her I briefly was able to say good bye to the woman who I loved so very much. And, I saw in her mind the kindness and protection you offered her on the Death Star."

"I've come to accept what has happened...we all face hard choices in our life once that could cost us our lives and the lives of those whom we love the most. It forges us into becoming what we are it also inflicts a server cost upon our souls, we may be Jedi but neither of us can claim that our hands are clean or our souls are pure from stain."

"However, I can never forgive the Emperor for what he has done to Lucy and billions of other innocents whom he murdered. All those associated with him are soiled by his evil." Hawkins continued his voice become filled with a clear determination now, "I since that your soul has been touched by Palpatine’s evil, by the dark side..."

"And so Daniel, old friend comrade I ask you now out of my respect for who you used to be, and my loyalty to your father, on his soul and all those whom the Empire has murdered, for the kindness you showed Lucy, why in the name of the tester should I not kill you where you stand.” His voice not once raising above a whisper and he hardly moved as he remained sitting cross legged, but no one could doubt the fierce determination and ice in his voice would have caused even the bravest man pause.

I didn't answer right away, the words stinging me like bees. "You think it's so simple, do you? You think it's so clear-cut that you could see black from white? Banthashit."

"I had to think about not only myself, but my own family and an entire planet!" I answered. "Oh, sure, I would sacrifice myself if I thought, if I believed that that sacrifice necessary. But you didn't have your sister and twin brothers captured by Grand Admiral Thrawn along with you, did you? You didn't think about the tortures they might undergo, then finally their deaths before your eyes."

"Thrawn really did a number on us, that's for sure." I smiled coldly. "Breaking our fleet to the point of nonexistence, their troops already on the ground, ready to capture or kill everyone I know. It would be pointless to die ignomiously that way, to waste everything we have fought for in a useless gesture of defiance..."

I sighed, wondering if I am getting through.

Hawkins pondered what Masaki said,
"Bantha Shit eh? Well I've never seen a Bantha much less what it excretes from its bowels my friend...but that is what separates us isn’t it. I am not from this part of space Daniel, its been over Thirty T-years since I’ve seen Thetis. I am over sixty years old although my body only shows an age of twenty or so.”

“You've never seen Thetis have you Daniel, a pity. I remember is serine oceans, its gorges valleys, its peacefulness, my parents you see were farmers. I remember visiting the city as a child in wonder of its advanced technology." He waved a hand at Masaki "I digress my point is simple."

"The choice you made, was to surrender to save your world and its people. My people and I were given the very same choice thirty years ago, only we choice to resist. Thetis is now a ruined planet, uninhabitable. Do not think me so naive as to think the world is Black and White give me more credit then that, I’ve seen too much to be thought of so lightly."

"There is always choice Daniel, no matter how hard or the cost those choices would bring. Thirty years ago my people choice to fight for what was right against a tyrannical regime and it cost us so much but the words Honor and Duty straighten our backs and allow us to stand tall."

"You chose to surrender, your people prosper now because the Emperor is suddenly benevolent that’s BANTHA SHIT, a quarter your population was converted to slaves by the Doominsland . You failed to help those we swore an oath to protect. What is life when around your neck is a collar you but a dog and the Empire your master!"

"You betrayed them Daniel, and you betrayed everything the Jedi stand for...but its not too late no, there is still time still choices to be made."

I had to sit down. The words tore through me like knives. Like the lightsabers we both carry.

Then, a voice carried through here, quiet and serene. "Don't be so harsh on my son, Hawkins. He is still young, and cornered with no way out but death, he chose the only option available to keep his siblings alive. In his place, I would have done the same for my children."

"Dad?" I whispered.

"In the flesh. Or perhaps not." The blue-ghost glow of Andrew Masaki came to sit down on another chair. "Can't stay long, of course. But both of you are right...and wrong."

"You are right, Daniel, in that to otherwise resist would result in continued death and destruction. And you are wrong to believe that all hope has been lost, even then, because even now, you still carry the spark. The Emperor hasn't yet chased it away. Hawkins, though I admire your spirit, I disagree with you that he has betrayed everything he stood for. Besides, he now has clout within the Empire. Clout he could use to both good and evil ends. It's up to him to choose."

Its a sobering event when one hears the voice of a dead man, Andrew's words also brought some things into perspective for Hawkins. Powerful Jedi he may be but he was still human, he felt betrayed by Daniel's action, they hadhurt...

"You are right Andrew, as always...I should apologize to you Daniel, while I have problems with your past choice I let them and my own stubbornness cloud my ability to act positively. It’s just that the Empire has taken so much from all of us that when I heard you joined them, well... the sense of betrayal, I was wrong and I am sorry for that." Hawkins stood for the first time his black and green robe flowing with his every movement.

"And your father is right it is up to you to choose your own path whatever it may be, but I am going to have to offer you another one of those hard choices Daniel. You see I'm going to kill the Emperor." Hawkins swore.

"I need to know if I can count on your support. He is evil, he is responsible for what happened to Lucy, he is responsible for the death of your father, he is the destroyer of worlds, it is time for him to die and I swear the only way he will leave this planet is if I am dead. Will you stand by my side Daniel? Help me rid the universe of this evil!" Hawkins asked his fellow offering him his hand.

Imperial March booms

The emperor was enjoying his stay for the most part and tomorrow he would greet the populous. Not him of course but a very good look alike. It took years of genetic surgery to get the aides features just right. Turning from the glancing look of his ever resourceful Imperial guard the emperor watched his two Apprentices who were now fully fledged Sith masters practice dual.

The light sabres smashed with the screeching and twisting of energy. The emperor enjoying this small amount of entertainment turned towards the door, an aide had walked in without requesting permission. This in itself was not a grievous breech of security as the man was loyal but he had to set an example. Clasping his hand the emperor closed the windpipe of the ungrateful shrew. From across the grand chambers he fell dead scattering a large pail of water along the floor. It was time to deal with Engelmann. His fate was already sealed, the Governor would be replaced in the elections and then he would be given to the masses, the emperor was sure that they would tare him limb for limb; he had even picked out a perfect quarter in the slums for it.

Walking towards the door of the chambers he sensed something, something familiar.

Engelmann Quarters

Red Imperial guards threw open the doors the governors chambers, Walking in though entrance the emperor smiled at the Governor who was meeting what appeared to be the leader of the S.S. Concentrating on the worthless dolt the emperor began to concentrate on his heart and windpipe. Closing and rupturing the two the emperor took satisfaction from the terrified look upon the mans eyes. Turning and peering at Engelmann the emperor smiled. Did you know, that you have a Jedi on your world Governor, in fact did you know that he is in the slums as we speak? Turning his head the emperor looked at dead man. ”This Governor is the price of failure, I trust you won’t fail me as he did.” Tilting his head slightly the emperor took great pleasure in the obvious fear shown by Engelmann. “We will find this Jedi as soon as possible, Deposit his body in the slums and blame an extremist group for the murder, we will then round up the population in an attempt to flush out our jedi.”

Expecting no response only confirmation the Emperor turned away from Engelmann and continued onwards towards his quarters. There was much to prepare.

Its a sobering event when one hears the voice of a dead man, Andrew's words also brought some things into perspective for Hawkins. Powerful Jedi he may be but he was still human, he felt betrayed by Daniel's action, they hadhurt...

"You are right Andrew, as always...I should apologize to you Daniel, while I have problems with your past choice I let them and my own stubbornness cloud my ability to act positively. It’s just that the Empire has taken so much from all of us that when I heard you joined them, well... the sense of betrayal, I was wrong and I am sorry for that." Hawkins stood for the first time his black and green robe flowing with his every movement.

"And your father is right it is up to you to choose your own path whatever it may be, but I am going to have to offer you another one of those hard choices Daniel. You see I'm going to kill the Emperor." Hawkins swore.

"I need to know if I can count on your support. He is evil, he is responsible for what happened to Lucy, he is responsible for the death of your father, he is the destroyer of worlds, it is time for him to die and I swear the only way he will leave this planet is if I am dead. Will you stand by my side Daniel? Help me rid the universe of this evil!" Hawkins asked his fellow offering him his hand.
"He's powerful and cunning. And has millions of troops at his beck and call." I warned him. "Not even my Black Order can do much about him. Either way, I won't stand in your way, since there are better leaders within the Empire, stifled by Palpatine."

"But I will do what I can." I took his hand. "If not to slay him, then to use the Order to work in the Empire from within."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I will need to go, and you too. The Emperor has sensed my presence." Andrew said, and started to disappear. "But never forget, that the Force will be with you, always, Daniel. And so will I..."

I nodded. "See you later, then."

As his presence left the building, I turned to Hawkins. "If and when you meet him, you meet him under the pretense of you joining the Black Order. Otherwise, he'll deal with you on the spot."

Avon stumbled out of the bar. His jaw was throbbing in pain. Won't do that 'gain. He still felt a lttile drunk. He concentrated and divereted the remaining alcohol directly into his badder. However, in the end it was wroth it, Taum WE said it was all part of the learning curve. He had met a large group of locals who seemed to knew what they were talking about. He had got into a conversation about blaster carbines. His knowledge seemed to impress them greatly, because of this he had managed to delve up some small but useful facts. He was discrete enought to place stratigic holes in his knowledge. As to not look to suspious. He yawned. His hair was still moist with the other mans blood. His vision returned to normal the instant he relieved himself.

He sat on his bed and looked at the report he had given to the assasin droid. It would be the thrid instalment of information Clone Commander 17#34C would receive. He had mannaged to locate a small set of houses that were possesed by a major rights actavist. If martial law were to occour, it would be an excelent point to manage their authourity from. He had also recieved feed from the SS reporting that he was to implant news of there leaders murder in the slums. This would be done with the small group of tenants he had met in the hotel bar. He was contimplating commiting forced entry into the propery across from his window. It was a large property for the slums. Its windows were cracked which meant picking his way in during in the day would not be so tough. Rasising suspision did not seem too be an issue. He had reliable intel that a arms dealer had managed to place a small collection of carbines in the room adjacent to the kitchen.

He had to enter the slums with a simple hand weapon. It would look far too unusal if he entred unarmed. But conversely if he had a too safisticated weapon the alarm weapon would ring out. He had been performing well, he had reported to Daniel several times. He deciced he must find possable military hard points before the undenyible incursion of a drone deployment. He decided to play the job both ways. He had managed to set up a close net of contacts and had 'leaked' several reliable facts into the slums. Hopefuly the false intelligance would through the movement for long enough. Hopefuly it would throw them of him! The darker hours were spent dismising rumour via a complex process Jian Di had taught him.

He began tonight but removing rumours that he had started from his file, and thoses that could have evolved from them. After several hours he filed the report into a garbage can in the orange district. A probe droid scanned it, while effortless flying by without raising attention to it, some hours later. The file corrupted after that.

Avon lay there asleep unbeknown to the preperations that were taking place far above him.

"Daniel when I kill the Emperor it will be on my own terms, I would want you to be at my side, justice will be ours together. The Emperor uses those around him, he kills innocents to accomplish his goals... he does not deserve the loyalty of men like you and your family..." with this Hawkins gathered his knapsack and made for the exit.

"Daniel I've changed since he made me kill Lucy, I see things in an entirely new light, I am the hand of Justice I am the avenging angel, and may the Tester have mercy for those who stand in my way for I wont pity them at all." He sighed,

"I’m going to do things people may not understand, not for a while at least, things ill regret, don't try to protect Palatine Daniel, Tester help me I will kill you if you protect that thing, I don’t need any more demons haunting my nightmares, I have far to many as it is. Maybe you will understand one day what this is like the weight of responsibility on my soul, but I pray for your sake you do not." and with that the Jedi walked into the dark ally and using the speed and agility only a Jedi could muster he disappeared into the night.

The emperor planed a speech to the people soon Hawkins would have to act then, it was his best chance.

It was then, that I knew how much Hawkins has changed, as I decided to meditate. The old Hawkins really has died a long time ago. This new one is more dangerous, more ruthless. When he left, I thought I detected a hint of the darkside within him. It'd be interesting to see how this plays out, that's for sure...

"As always I am your loyal servent my lord" He stated as he bowed deeply as the Emperor turned.

Engelmann was pissed, he just watched his best friend murdered from the Emperor, his stared at the Sith Lord's back as he withdrew from his office.

The emperor made his way out of the tower block and was escorted by shuttle to the great square in the centre of the city. What appeared to be Imperial guards were everywhere holding back the masses from getting too close. Further back hidden in the lower stories there were droid forces hidden in shops and the ever present menace of the soulless Clone troopers.

The shuttle moved above the square and a ramp descended allowing the emperor to exit. Making his way through the white could of exhaust fumes he stood at on his throne and prepared to address the people.

“Loyal subjects of the Empire. I hear your pleas, I hear you suffering and today I have arrived to rid of your torment. The Empire does not allow its citizens to be treated in such a manner, the thugs that have tortured you women and children were vigilantes. I and Governor Engelmann had no information on the vial and unworthy attacks. As a result of this coming to me directly I have ordered the arrest of each criminal. They will be tried and sentenced under Farstar law.[/i] Taking a small pause the emperor had a small look of guilt upon his face, he was marvelous actor. ”In compensation for these acts committed we will reward the people for the hardships they have endured. I have just declared that throughout the entire Empire medical care will be free for all. Every family will be entitled to a minimum level of food. All that you the people have to do is register to get what you have worked so hard for. The emperor was about to continue a speech when everything suddenly turned to chaos.

"Bleh, Imperial propaganda." I said, as I watched the speech on HTV. Then, I felt a disturbance in the Force, and the screen went black...

Avon sat high upon a distant building and peered into the gathering of the masses, nodding enthusisatical with each word or the emperor. Then he saw the chaos errupt.

Security was tight for miles around the speech, it would have been impossible for a sniper or any other assassin to get with in a few kilometers of the Emperor. It was a good that with modern technology imported from the WIckian Commonwealth that one did not half to get close to kill a man anymore.

Air traffic in a city the size of the capital of Exartha was always bustling no one even noticed the small 10 foot by 5 foot box jettisoned from a nondescript air car more then five km from the place of the Emperors speech. To call the object a "box" would be to give it an unspeakable disservice for it was a highly advanced piece of technology with the latest in radar and lidar easily capable of tracking a homing beacon up to two light minutes away. The missile that launched from the miniature mass driver installed in the box was propelled forward on inertia alone at over 45,000kps/sec/sec. It contained no warhead however it did possess an Impeller drive and for less then half a second the impeller wedge activated itself while under the planet's atmosphere. Oxygen was literally sucked into the pair of stressed gravity bands, the missile carved through the city for no less then 3km with its wedge, buildings disintegrated, bodies vaporized, nothing could stop the weapon. It was in a sense like using a sledgehammer to kill an fly, but it worked the Emperor and all those near him were dead, included 50,000 plebs.

One hour after the assassination a video was released to the newsies in it Jedi Knight Hawkins and his Rebellion against he Emperor claimed credit for the death of the most evil man in the galaxy. A great chasm was all that remained where the Emperor was.
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"No! Damn it, I won’t pretend I enjoyed having the Emperor baby sit my planet for me but he was the leader of the GE!

"Mark!" He called for his aide, "I need you to send our best officer to the Imperial Police Force as a liaison, Martial Law is declared raise the planetary shields no one gets on or off this planet until Hawkins is killed. It’s finally time to crush the rebellion in the slums!" Engelmann said with revolutionary fever that would have inspired even the most hardened Imperial.

I saw the flash of light, and subsequent cloud of ash and smoke rise in the air. I was far enough from the explosion that it didn't really affect me.

"Hmm. So Palpatine kicked the bucket..." I said. That was quick, but then I remembered the crowd. "CRAP! There had to be thousands there!"

This was way too much collateral damage, and I knew it. I headed up into the upper levels of the city, trying to discern what happened. When I came up, all I could see was devastation for several kilometers around, and a big crater where the Emperor stood. As I got closer, the whole place looked like a battlezone, with dead and heavily injured people, overwhelmed EMS people, and a whole lot of damage. The Emperor was dead, but so were way too many innocents along with him.

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An hour later, a tape went through, and as I heard about Hawkins claiming responsibility for this act, my blood boiled as I remembered what he had said a couple hours ago. Is this what Hawkins had planned?! Did he not care for the innocent lives he has taken? Oh, sure, the Emperor's dead and I'm glad to dance on his grave, but why did he have to take out 50,000 civilians in the process?

With a cold resolve, I pledged myself to hunting down former Knight Hawkins, and bringing him to justice for the blood on his hands. I found clonetroopers, and told them to get Grand Admiral Thrawn on my line RIGHT NOW! before I left. Woe be to he who stops me from hunting down the former Jedi, because I would fry him where he stands. I walked away from the carnage, stretching out with the Force as far as I could. Then, I began the search for him.

OOC: If this isn't OK with everyone, I'll deat this. It is really my entrance into this thread, but not the series.

IC:

David Miles was meditating. He sensed the Force literally scream at the death of those thousands of innocents as well as the death of that amphibian feces called the Emperor. He also sensed a Masaki in trouble mentally. He decided that this was the moment to intervene. David sent a message through the Force to Daniel.

Daniel. This is your chance to cripple the Empire. Take it now by raising yourself to the top and having it fall from inside much like the first Roman Empire.

Hawkins much like Masaki himself watched the events unfold in front of his eyes, he remember from his days in the marines the use of such weapons, no things were not going according to plan, and it was his fault. All his fault, his choices were becoming even more limited...For he could still feel the Emperor's presence he was still very much alive, all those people killed for nothing.

Hawkins could feel that someone was looking for him through the force, which had to be Masaki, he would be pissed to say the least. Another regret Hawkins would have on his soul, he had no choice now, he had to confront Masaki again. And he was close.

Hawkins jumped down to the street below a good fifty feet and started walking slowly, heading to a part of town where there would be few others, Masaki would be here soon.

I sensed David's words, and brushed it off. Later, perhaps. Not today. I sensed Hawkins, and headed down to the streets.

"Old man. You should not have come back!" I said coldly, igniting my lightsaber. "You will pay for the lives you've taken today!"

Hawkins spun on the balls of his feet and saw the avenging Jedi chase after him, could he blame him for his feelings, would he have reacted any different in his place. No he would have had no choice but to act in completely the same manner.

He faced the approaching figure and his voice boomed,
"Daniel do not force me to fight you, my fight is not with you!"

"Hawkins. They're everywhere, looking for you. You are foolish to face me." I said. "I know what you have said before, and now, look at what you've done. Are you proud, now? Have you accomplished what you have set out to do, no matter the cost?"

"You talked of hypocrisy before, how I was a betrayer to the Jedi. But I spit those words back at you. At least I don't kill the innocent when going after someone."

"So now who is it that is to quick to judge one's actions, friend. You have heard my words yes, but you've failed to understand them. You think I’m a murderer of innocence, you dare call me that to my face! I have been protecting the innocents since before you were a gleam in your mother's eye.”

“You, yourself have said that the world is not black and white, whose the hypocrite when you can see the grey yourself?" Hawkins spat back at the Cordian harshly. WIckian honor was a touchy thing, easily insulted and few survived the consequences of insulting a WIckian's honor. Indeed it was a good way to start a war.

Daniel is currently at the point where he is ready to fry anyone, my friend. Gets it from me, I'm afraid. It will take something drastic to cool him off...if he survives you.

"So now who is it that is to quick to judge one's actions, friend. You have heard my words yes, but you've failed to understand them. You think I’m a murderer of innocence, you dare call me that to my face! I have been protecting the innocents since before you were a gleam in your mother's eye.”
"Tell that to the thousands of dead that lie as ashes in that crater!" I pointed back towards where smoke still rose. "You're a killer, and I dare you to deny that!"

“You, yourself have said that the world is not black and white, whose the hypocrite when you can see the grey yourself?" Hawkins spat back at the Cordian harshly. WIckian honor was a touchy thing, easily insulted and few survived the consequences of insulting a WIckian's honor. Indeed it was a good way to start a war.
"Calling me a hypocrite? You played me for a FOOL!" I shouted, striking for Hawkins as hard as I could.

Hawkins has been a Jedi for less a time then Masaki, but he been a fighter, a survivor much longer then that. Daniel attacked as hard as he could, with passion, well that wasnt smartfighting.

Hawkins ducked and rolled beneath Masaki's assault. To his credit his saber came close to striking Hawkins but it didn’t.

He stood quickly and looked at Daniel again,
"I do not deny that thousands lye dead, and I will not patronize you by denying that I am a killer. I have the blood of many souls upon my hands Daniel, everyone I have killed haunts my nightmares, I see there faces as their life is drained from their broken bodies."

"That is the burden we men of duty and responsibility must bear, it is our penance for murder, I do not claim my hands are clean for I kill people, and I am good at it, that comes with being a marine, by being Jedi. You can not claim to be innocent either Daniel, see we killer's can pick one another out, its the eyes I think, the hard eyes that have seen too much. You have had your first tastes of this, remember your squadron, men woman you've trained died under your orders, think of all those pilots you shot down."

"Daniel Masaki you too are a killer." Hawkins said staring into the young mans eyes, his own hardened with resolve.

I was ready to strike again...when something in Hawkin's words struck true within me. I looked at my green blade, the killing blade that has slain many. I remembered the feeling of my first kill, back in the days of the Academy. Pirates attacked the Academy, we beat them back, but I could never forget how a pirate's life aura just dimmed as I shot him with a blaster, how his eyes ceased to move. How his heart stopped beating.

I also remembered my first dogfight kill, being only 13. I dogged the Z-95 pilot, actually trying to disable the guy, but I spat several too many lasers into the guy, and blew up the engine. His aura disappeared, just like that.

"You're right, Hawkins. I am a killer, a taker of life." I said quietly. "But I am not a taker of innocent life. I, like you, strive to prevent needless death. And that, is why I must take you in, or kill you, if needed..."

I raised my blade into a high guard...

Hawkins pulls his cloak off his body, he stood dressed only in his familiar and form fitting marine skin suit. He pulls his light saber from his cloak and for the first time since his rescue attempt on the death star he ignited his white bladed light saber in anger, intended to kill with it.

*snap-hiss*

He in a reverse grip angle backward along his right hip and await Masaki's move.
“Show me the killer you’ve become my Friend.

OOC: Good duel. Plus, that is not the Daniel Masaki that Lord JWolf knows. He is heading towards the Dark side and that is not good.

I see this in the near future, Daniel Masaki becomes the next Darth Vader and does evil things.

Hawkins pulls his cloak off his body, he stood dressed only in his familiar and form fitting marine skin suit. He pulls his light saber from his cloak and for the first time since his rescue attempt on the death star he ignited his white bladed light saber in anger, intended to kill with it.

*snap-hiss*

He in a reverse grip angle backward along his right hip and await Masaki's move.
“Show me the killer you’ve become my Friend.
I struck, bringing my blade into his chest on his right side.

Or would have had Hawkins pivoted on the ball of his foot Masaki's only millimeters from Hawkins chest, now Hawkins stuck swinging his blade upwards in an arc.

I used the momentum from my missed swing to parry the upward swing, then hopped just out of reach at an angle, then attacked the right knee.

Hawkins let the force flow through his body and he likewise hopped backward away from Daniel's blade, he now intended to show Daniel that the saber was not his only weapon. He lowered amazingly fast into a crouch and swung his leg out in an attempt to sweep Daniels legs from underneath him.

A tiny seed of doubt were planted in my head, as I jumped over Hawkins' leg, flipping over his head and bringing my saber down.

"Oh shit" Hawkins grunted barley able to parry the thrust in time, as he rolled on his side quickly regaining his feet. Daniel now a good ten paces away Hawkins took a wide stance and stared the smaller and younger man down.

"Is that all you have boy, I think it is time we both stopped playing around here. Fight me for real or I will kill you."

"Oh shit" Hawkins grunted barley able to parry the thrust in time, as he rolled on his side quickly regaining his feet. Daniel now a good ten paces away Hawkins took a wide stance and stared the smaller and younger man down.

"Is that all you have boy, I think it is time we both stopped playing around here. Fight me for real or I will kill you."
I flashed my patented smirk, only colder. "I've only just begun, Hawkins, I've only just begun."

As I concentrated on the Force, I launched a barrage of Form II thrusts and stabs, keeping my saber in an efficient arc between me and him with my fighting wrist.

Avon stood upon the building once again. He had returned there several times now. Every time the horror of those event flashed through his mind. There was little consolation from the fact that the emperor was unharmed.

All those lives. Wipped out in an instant. The hatered he felt for the rebellion was truly unfathomable. The lives of the loyal imperial citizens gone forever. After all why would his creaters be intrested in restoring those lost lives?

As the vivid thoughts of death and revenge raced through his mind he fingered some cloth he had found at the blast site.

I will find out who did this. And when i do you will have to face the might of the empire alone.-He spat.

And alone is a very hard place to be.

The emperor smiled when he saw the explosion erupt over the viewing monitor. Everything was going as planned. The darkside was growing in Daniel Masaki and the other rogue Jedi. The explosion which killed thousands would push the citizens loyalty towards the emperor, especially when they saw him alive and well walking the streets, in fact he had a look alike doing that right now. The people would believe him to be a God.

Engelmann was far from trustworthy however with a little twist and a push the emperor had got him to do his job well once again.

Turning round his throne faced a view screen. Descending from the roof it displayed a member of the black order. Eamonn Jarlath a loyal member of the Empire had now become one of the emperors most favored Sith. Turned to the dark side almost a year ago he was now a valuable asset.

“Rise my servant.” The emperor beckoned. “It is time you were given your first assignment. We have a rogue Jedi on the lose on the Farstar home world. Come here and hunt him down. Kill him or capture him it is up to you.” The view screen turned off after Eammonn’s sharp reply. The emperor had other things to deal with.

The emperor however was not done with his communications. The display flickered had shone brightly all of a sudden the face of a clone trooper appeared. “001” The emperor commanded. “You are to begin the assault on all rebel stronghold within the city. Droid reinforcements are on the way. You are to take as many prisoners as possible and intern them in a camp well outside the city walls. You may use any means necessary.” This assault from the combined forces of the Empire, SS guards Droid forces and Imperial Gunships would give the rebellion much to reconsider. There would be no mercy for traitors.

His throne turning round once again faced the entrance of his chambers. “Summon Governor Enggelmann here at once he boomed. It is time we discussed the present situation.”

The camps came alive with activity. Men poured into there transports as droids swarmed the area. It was preplanned chaos. Some minutes later order was restored. Droids had already entred the slums in mass. Driodikas stood at key crossroads and boomed out orders via there intercom systems. Most of the populace was in no mood for a fight and quietly complied with orders. The willing were comfortably escorted into transports by clone troopers. Hopefully being handeled by a human made it a little easier. It seemed most people were in shock more than anything else. The were astounded that the emperor had survived the blast. A squad of blue legion clones made of the safe hosue Avon had mentioned in his report. Indeed many items had been confiscated and AT-AT's sat with massive pride while the populaces was elegantly placed within there enomous hulls. There had been some out breaks of resistance with shouts of "Imperial scum!" and "it wasn't me so back off!" However most of these hotspots never reached boiling point as the elegant Kaminona diplotmats talked most citizens down from there pedestools of fear. Anything that did boil over was quickly put down but the nearest armed unit. Most the rounding up was done by unarmed clone troppers in light armour. People seemed to repond better to the 'human' touch.

After some hours the intermant camps had began to fill the the sound of civilans wolfing down imperail rations. the rest fo the day went to a similar beat, as the clones drummed out the rest of the days business. Tomorrow the imperial interrigaters would arrive.

“As you wish,”

Eamonn smiled, his first assignment at last. It was of course to kill or capture a rouge Jedi and to the young Sith a slow painful death was the preferred way to deal with one. With his orders to be carried out immediately he quickly made his way to the awaiting transport. From there he headed to the Farstar Homeworld and to where his assignment awaited. Where he landed wasn’t at all familiar to him, no matter he would work around that. He was Sith after all. Smirking to himself, Eamonn set off to track down this rouge Jedi.

Avon sat aloft on a set of tarnished rafters. He held a pair of bio-noc's by his side. He has just done a scan of any humanoid life signs in the area. If anyone was still out there afer the relocation he'd find them. He wanted to get even. He had seen several 'blips' on the scan. He let the wind play with his hair as he sat and thought. If anyone was still out there they must have had resources to slip by the clone troopers. They might not have much of a personality, but there no idiots. Far from it. He stood and streched in the wind. It was time to get some sleep he thought. He walked along the roof tops, the moon to his front at all times. He performed another scan as he brought the bio-noc's to his eyes. He smiled. He could feel the presence of his prey trying to flee. He had been taught to hunt.He had almost felt this way before. But this time it was differant. This time it was personal. He wondered if he would be able to carry on or if he should call it a day. While he ran across the slums he realised his legs had made that decision for him. He jumped with the upmost force and grabed ontoa peice of guttering. Predator like he croughed, carbine in hand an peered downtowards the ground. He knew the prey felt it was being hunted but it had no way of sencing him. There. Time to play a little game it think.

The hunt had begun.

Engelmann fell to one knee in front of his Emperor,

"What is it you need, my lord?" he said obediently.

The emperor turned silently. “Rise” he requested. Searching with the force the emperor delved into Engelmann’s soul. He was angry for the loss of his friend, he wanted revenge the emperor could feel that, he would have to watch this character.

” Governor” The emperor began. I am sure you agree that it is time to discipline the civilian population. Revolution is in the air and it is time that this ends. I have the rebels from the slums detained in camps well outside the city walls. Please insure they meet a most fortunate end.” Smiling a the thought of so much misery the emperor still continued. I advise that a trial is held of all major rebel ringleaders and their accomplices, it should be transmitted across the entire planet so the people may see what Rebellion brings. However I am most curious to hear your opinion governor.”[/i] It was as much as a request that the emperor was ever likely to give.

OOC: Dn you are already on planet if palpy was just talkingto you as such id say you are about to join the party eh? Sure daniel will love to see his old friend.

Hawkins met Masaki blow for blow. The force guided his every move, however the differences in the two Jedi’s style was obvious. Masaki's every move was calculated conformed to a fluid style of move counter-move, however it was limited to a style.

Hawkins was not born into swordsmanship he conformed to no particular style, except that which the force allowed him to attained. His every move was different never quite the same as the last, each unique if was freeform. His moves as graceful as Daniels were calculated and quick. It would have been a long duel had Hawkins not sense the approach of another, he needed to end this and quickly. As Daniel thrust again, Hawkins parry the blade however he rode his along the length of Daniels allowing him to get in close to the boy.

"Daniel do you sense it...A Sith approaches, I had wanted to duel with you longer as I enjoyed this little test. You are Jedi...I see that now, I've seen through my own hurt pride to realize that. You are Jedi...like me, and especially your father before you. Now I ask you to look into my eyes though the pain look into my soul, then ask yourself, do you think that I would be so shallow so petty as to kill all of those people just to slay the man whom I hate? Would I piss on my convictions like that, they are the only things I have...don’t you see that? You have been played for a fool but not by me."

"I admitted to being a killer but a murderer I am not." Hawkins stepped back from the lad strike me down or take me to Palpatine right now if you think so little of me, I wont stop you." Hawkins stood back and dropped his hands to his side deactivating his saber.

"I will do as you instructed of course my lord. However I've seen the reports from my SS your troops have only skimmed the fat from the rebellion so to speak they must go deeper into the slum, that is where the rebellion truly lie. I've suspected that remnants from the old government hide there but we've never before had the forces to confront them, they have considerable forces, my lord." Engelmann reported to his liege.

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Caller was close to the cell that called this part of the slums home indeed he was deep into the rebellion territory, the Old Lady's cell, by far the most powerful and well organized cell home was here.

After all the Old Lady was the last remaining senator who survived the massacre and the forces who protect her and sustain the rebels are mostly ex-government, indeed it was truly a government in exile. That was when he noticed someone following him, he could not see the figure but rather felt his presence.

Caller spun and activated his light saber and began to scant the shadows for his stalker.

The sound of the lighsaber springing to life made Avons heart skip a beat. He wipped a wet sweaty hand over his face. It face ended up being covered in a inch thick layer of mud. He calmed down. He rembered Lama SU telling him that the jedi would be able to sence him through the force per say. But thats where his gifts ended.

He positioned himself between two narrow walls. His heart began to calm as he thought. 'Do i wait here and let him calm and carry on his way? OR do i hit him not?' He kept on pondering, the foot steps grew louder. 'Well...if will eventually end up in the safety of his cell soon. And i do have the upper hand untill i decide to reveal myself. He doesn,t know where I am.'

He realised that his blaster would be no match of a warrior of his caliber. However, he was a dam good shot. The 1st shot would the most influencal. Avon pressed up between the to walls and began to shimmy up rasing himslef some two meter above the ground.

The noble glow of the lightsaber light up the ground below him. He waited. The jedi walked on past where he hid. A trickel of sweat formed above his brow. It was time.

'Oh Heck.

What he would have given for a disruptor with a scope. His mind hurt with all the thoughts racing through his mind.

The blessed crimson round tore through the air and slammed into the wind as it hurrtled towards the jedi.

With a grasp of the force the jedi acclerated into a crouching turn as his saber clipped the crimson bolt. It sheered past his ear as he felt the heat of the shot. He looked into the shadows and saw nothing.

Palpatine smiled. ”The assault on the rebellion will continue as planned. As we speak I have ordered forces to deal with the problem which will provide fire and logistical support for our forces. We will continue to monitor the situation however the slums will remain sealed. Their forces do not concern me Governor the emperor warned. ”The slums will be cleansed shortly.”

From the window of the emperors lounge an Imperial Star Destroyer could be seen descending into the atmosphere along with its escorts of Tie fighters and fifteen Corelian Frigates. The rebellion would be hard pressed to even consider matching such a force.

Turning away from the vast ship moving down into position above the city the emperor smiles. ”They will provide fire support on area which are resilient to ground assault. I hope that you will not delay the attack much further governor, we must rid this world of such idealistic views.”

The armoured feild of troops and AT-ATs held there ground outside the city. They held beck waiting for the ISD to open fire to use it as cover for there incursion.

OOC:all i have done is reword the post if you read it carefully it said they were

OOC: WIck, read it again. It was on a viewscreen and he told Eamonn to 'come here'.

IC:

Eamonn sensed for the rouge Jedi. He now knew exactly where to find him, and wait there was more to it. The young Sith sensed another presence with the rouge Jedi...

"Daniel Masaki," he smirked to himself.

He soon found them, from what he could see they looked to be talking. However judging by the way they looked, they had fought. He again smirked to himself and reach for his lightsaber.

"So you are the bothersome rouge Jedi," he said, looking directly at Hawkins.

The howling winds of the start destoryed had given Avon enough time enought time to delve into the shadows. the jedi was on the total defencive. He never got close enough to see Avon and could not sence his presence. All he could do is wait for him to make a mistake. Avon had not intension of doing that. Avon was using his angles to make sure the origin of each shot could never be seen by the jedi. He had no chance of winning, but maybe he could tire him out. If only he could get his nads on a clone tropper assault carbine.

OOC: Dn you are already on planet if palpy was just talkingto you as such id say you are about to join the party eh? Sure daniel will love to see his old friend.

Hawkins met Masaki blow for blow. The force guided his every move, however the differences in the two Jedi’s style was obvious. Masaki's every move was calculated conformed to a fluid style of move counter-move, however it was limited to a style.

Hawkins was not born into swordsmanship he conformed to no particular style, except that which the force allowed him to attained. His every move was different never quite the same as the last, each unique if was freeform. His moves as graceful as Daniels were calculated and quick. It would have been a long duel had Hawkins not sense the approach of another, he needed to end this and quickly. As Daniel thrust again, Hawkins parry the blade however he rode his along the length of Daniels allowing him to get in close to the boy.

"Daniel do you sense it...A Sith approaches, I had wanted to duel with you longer as I enjoyed this little test. You are Jedi...I see that now, I've seen through my own hurt pride to realize that. You are Jedi...like me, and especially your father before you. Now I ask you to look into my eyes though the pain look into my soul, then ask yourself, do you think that I would be so shallow so petty as to kill all of those people just to slay the man whom I hate? Would I piss on my convictions like that, they are the only things I have...don’t you see that? You have been played for a fool but not by me."
On the honor of my family, on the spirit of my father, I looked into Hawkin's eyes, to ascern this man. What I found...what I saw...was no lie. He broke through my anger with those simple words. "It isn't you. It really isn't you."
My next blow hesitated, enough to grant him an opening if he chose to exploit it.

"I admitted to being a killer but a murderer I am not." Hawkins stepped back from the lad "strike me down or take me to Palpatine right now if you think so little of me, I wont stop you." Hawkins stood back and dropped his hands to his side deactivating his saber.
I saw laser cannons streak through the city, and the Star Destroyer overhead, it's wake knocking over buildings with hurricane force. Great columns of smoke rose wherever I could see. "The revolt here will be crushed. Don't know how long it will be, but it won't be that long. It would be a good idea, if I had you join the Black Order. I won't be able to cover anyone else that way without raising suspicion."

I then detected a presence, eerily familiar, thought twisted and dark. "Eamonn Jarlath. How your mother would suffer to see you now." I said coldly. "How Kurt would hurt..."

"My mother wouldn't care, she'd be too busy with her boyfriend and alcohol," Eamonn told him. He activated his lightsaber. "Kurt on the other hand has other things to worry about, not that he'd actually care, after all he didn't send much help after Juria went boom now did he?"

His eyes returned to Hawkins.

"Now it seems we both have the same business to take care of."

"My mother wouldn't care, she'd be too busy with her boyfriend and alcohol," Eamonn told him. He activated his lightsaber. "Kurt on the other hand has other things to worry about, not that he'd actually care, after all he didn't send much help after Juria went boom now did he?"

His eyes returned to Hawkins.

"Now it seems we both have the same business to take care of."
"Now wait just a minute, Oh Dark Friend." I said. "He could be more useful to us alive than dead. This man...is Jedi Knight Hawkins. Remember him? A powerful asset he would be, were he a member of the Order."

Eamonn smirked. "Yes my orders were to either kill him or if possible bring him in alive," he said, his cold dark eyes then fell on Daniel. "But you are too light."

OOC: Uhem The ISD's are just hovering over the city they have not opened fire yet. Getting a little Zealous Kaminos. I have a nice big death post written up, the ISD's are just sitting there preventing anyone from leaving.

Eamonn smirked. "Yes my orders were to either kill him or if possible bring him in alive," he said, his cold dark eyes then fell on Daniel. "But you are too light."
I clasped my hand on my head in mock-horror and dripped with sarcasm. "Oh my! I'm too light! I'm going to float away! Spare me the theatrics. What happened to you that changed you so, anyway?"

Eamonn scowled at him. "You are now just trying my patience Masaki," he said. "I have my orders and you are not getting in the way of them."

He then turned his attention back to Hawkins.

OOC: this thread has taken directions I never thought it would have, originally the rebellion would have been against Engelmann alone now though it too has changed... Hard choices to make indeed, beware the sheep you believe you have cornered it may turn out to have teeth...

IC:
"Perhaps if you would stop your sniveling whining for one second boy you would realized what it means to be Jedi. We sacrifice all we have, personal lives included because we have a duty to others, ourselves come last. Do not dare compare your hurt feelings to the things I've lost fighting what you have become." The pure disdain and contempt was thick in Hawkins voice.

"The last Sith apprentice I killed was forced into her role after her soul was broken, you though have chosen to become Palpatine's lapdog, spitting upon the noble order that so many have died to preserve, however I remember who you once were and you have this one chance to forsake what you have become..."

"Now let me think about that," Eamonn pondered, tapping his finger against his cheek. "I think no, I think we'll have to take you alive. Then we shall see what we can get out of you."

Man, he's so lost, he won't be able to find his way back in broad daylight, not without some massive ass-kicking... I thought darkly. Might have to kill the idiot soon, if Hawkins, Kurt and the rest of the gang don't get him first.

Hawkins sighed as he looked at the Sith, for some reason his anger abated and all he felt was pity for the boy. The poor tortured soul he must have had such pain in his life to been driven to Palpatine's arms for refugee. He turned his back on the sith before he said in a low voice:

"Daniel take care of your friend here, his only misguided and has made a mistake, he will realize that in time. The people we love deserve that much, dont make my mistake." Hawkins started to walk away. "May the force be with you both."

"You are not going anywhere," Eamonn told him. "I have my orders, so you fight us, escape and get killed by someone else or, as much as I don't trust him right now, follow Masaki's suggestion."

Eamonn prepared himself should Hawkins decide to fight or try to leave.

I'm not sure now whether or not to stop Hawkins, after all that's happened in the short minutes. Then, as one honorable foe to another, with no malice or hatred, I saluted with my lightsaber. "May the Force be with you, too. We'll meet again."

Engelmann stood on the balcony of his tower it was sunset as the blood red sun set over the cityscape of the capital bathing it in its hue. Soon the streets would be that color for real...It has been a good day after all.

"Mark contact the SS assault Divisions and the Imperial command, tell them it is time to crush the rebellion."

Hawkins just continued to walk slowly into the setting sun, he said all he could two the two boys. He would not blame either for pursuing him its there orders after all, but it would be at their peril and enough blood has been spilled already and more would soon be spilt again…it would not need another boy’s blood.

He picked up and donned his discarded cloak and looked back at the two boy’s and said,

"Daniel when you see that pale skinned wrinkly sack of shit you call a boss again tell him, one day in the not so distant future we will me and I will kill his weak worthless ass." With that he returned Daniels salute and continued he walk.

Eamonn held up his lightsaber, "You can see him now if you wish," he coldly told him. "While Masaki won't fight you, he'll be punished suitably should you escape right now, I will as I follow my orders. If your words are as true as you say then you will fight."

It had become obvious to Hawkins over the years that the Sith must be deaf, or just dumb for they can never grasp even the simplest manifestations of the human spirit.

"Masaki has made his decision, he know the potential consequences and has accepted them. That decision has brought much honor to his name today. You can not claim that Eamonn, Do you not think it would be easier for me to be arrested and put on a show trial for Palpatine's pleasure, that would be a relief for me, I would not have to live with the blood that stains my hands and the darkness that shrouds my soul. Now I bear the responsibilities of his brothers on my conscience too, as well as he does."

"That would be the easy road the cowards road, I am needed elsewhere, its the burden of responsibility. You have your orders SIth pup but do not attempt to guilt me into completing your job for you...you will find lost my innocence long ago, guilt only keeps me up at night." Hawkins walked into the shadows if the boy followed him well he did warn him.

"Eamonn...shut up for once in your sorry life." I snapped. "You were always too easily manipulated by the Dark Lords, ever since Lord Tak'a-Tamen took your mom hostage. Your Sith ways will be your undoing, mark my words."

Though at the back of my mind, I knew I had to do something to protect the twins. I sent a single warning burst into the family link, down to my grandfather. This burst would be extremely unnoticeable in the Force, a tiny ripple not much bigger than the background energy field. Gramps will know what to do. Now it's up to Eamonn and me, whether or not I will die by the Sith Lord's hand or not.

The Imperial forces stormed through the city under the emperors orders, from the sky above the hail of light turbo laser fire rained down upon known rebel positions while AT-AT’s in their droves crashed through the city. On the ground droids swarmed the streets while Tie fighters and bombers strafed the sky picking off ground targets at will.

The Empire was moving for victory. All forces had been ordered to shoot to kill. There was to be no surrenders, no mercy. Not for the attempt on the emperors life.

Meanwhile the emperor was preparing to leave the planet. With order suitably restored it was now time for him to begin his journey back to Coruscant. Darth Sirus would remain on world to “assist” the governor if he came upon any problems however that was not to be expected.

Departing as soon as swiftly as he arrived the Emperors intentions were to leave the next day. On could never leave Coruscant for long less revolt is instigated and you are removed from power.

Meditating silently the emperor considered the past and future. The death of Juria flashed before his eyes. The doom of Waylord and the horrors of Hades. Everything few through him as one simple strand stretching back into infinity and beyond. Something shook him out of his trance something unexpected. Rising from the dais the emperor moved around the room considering what to do. He would indeed have to tread this ground carefully.

"And your cockyness will be yours," Eamonn scowled. "Either way Hawkins will not be getting off this planet alive." He then began to walk away from him, only to stop a moment later. Eamonn didn't turn to face Daniel. "You have no idea what I went through, you turned so easily last time and now they have you right where they want you, easy pickings."

And with that he carried on walking off.

It was a quiet day on Waylord, but Grandfather Alex Masaki knew something nasty might happen when he recieved the warning burst from his grandson, the Commander. Using his perogative as a high-ranking member of the Order, he quietly tossed the twins, Daniel's fighter and favorite book on the Ancient Jedi (which contains secrets on several Force powers lost to history and all the regular ones) on to his personal shuttle and carefully checked for booby traps. He urged the likes of Naruto and Michelle to take a trip offplanet, going on some easy missions.

He soon took off, jumping to hyperspace to only he knows where...

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"Puh!" I spat on the ground. Next time Eamonn and I see each other, I'm going to make him see sense, or do something drastic to stop his evil ways. There really are worse things than death, but I'm loathe to use the Force in those ways...

OOC EDIT: Just so this makes sense this is occuring before the bombardment...just lacked the time to fit it in...Avon is going to be pivital in the last half of this RP, thats right we are only half done hehe.

IC: “Mother Hen the is Black Six, movement observe red in sector 10 alpha, two bogeys shots fired between them, permission to neutralize targets command? Over.” A rough voice stated over the communication channel.

“Permission Granted Black Six, the Old Lady wants prisoners. Out.” A calm female’s voice replied.

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Caller sense the stun blast coming and he moved to parry the shot, however it was not comprised of coherent bolts like those from a blaster, it hit him directly in his chest dropping the lad. His body convulsing as his nerves misfired millions of times in only a few seconds.

The Marines who fired the wave were outfitted in Power Armor suits of the WIckian Commonwealth and besides ecm packages that kept them off Avon’s scanner they also possessed the latest in IR sensors, the BO agent was seen clearly by the marines. Over ten stun waves where shot towards the poor agent in less then a second, as a squad jumped in behind his position also trapping his escape route. If he was not knocked unconscious he would be ordered to surrender if he failed to do so he would die.

As for me, I decided to lay low and not attract attention as the 'war' goes on. I would just have to survive and try not to get despaired at the deaths that I'm feeling until I could ascern that I could get offplanet safely. I felt the Force around me, then pushed out with it, creating a bubble that would hide my presence from other Jedi or even Sith. I figured it out after that inhibitor fiasco while leafing through my book of ancient Force techniques, effectively making me a human ysalimari. I'm not quite strong enough with it to block a determined Force attack, but no one could feel me sneak up, I was confident of that.

**Flashback**
Several weeks after my Dad's death, I struggled with my loss, coming close to the Dark Side at times. In that time, I have become obsessed with finding out anything and everything I could about that ability to block the Force, even searching for ways it could be counterblocked or something. I learned a lot about the ysalimari of the planet Myrkr, and the Yuuzhan Vong of before, how they had different aspects of the way they are able to block or push back the Force. Certain huge worms on Coruscant have this same ability, as the archives had pointed out. It seemed to me that out of all the creatures, the ysalimari are the closest ones that have the push-back ability that the Force inhibitors have.
Long, and hard have I searched for a way to turn off this ability. Of course, killing the creatures or destroying the inhibitors would work, but what about when they're hidden? The Force-hunter Vornskr dogs have been known to go crazy when their powers are blocked, attacking and killing the creatures if they saw them. But there seems to be no known way of counterblocking this ability...
Until I was reading through the Book of Force Arts by Dr'ea and Mosh, ancient Jedi Masters that could have been members of the First of the Order (they chronicled an exhaustive narration of just about every bit of Jedi lore of their time, including the powers of the Force, Light and Dark into that book; no wonder it's so heavy! Several powers, thought to have been lost to history, like teleportation and this Force bubble technique, were chronicled here). I stumbled across a reference to an ability for a Jedi to make himself invisible to another Force-sensitive, basically copying the ysalimari's ability. Instead of allowing the Force to flow into the body, the Jedi who discovered it pushed the Force away, rendering his immediate presence invisible to even the Council Masters. They were alarmed because they couldn't sense him, even when sneaking up to them!
So it is this power that I found, and took me several weeks to master. I had a lot of fun sneaking up to various Jedi and making pranks, but I also found it useful for espionage.
So, even if I didn't find a way to block the inhibitors, I learned how to mimic them...though I couldn't help but wonder if there's something else to this power...
**End Flashback**

Avon lay on the ground motionless. He peered up at the nigh sky awake. It was a small mirical, but he was, yet that didn't matter. He felt like a bantha had run over him. His ribs ached and his vison was blurred. He noticed the glow of the saber was no more. He could barely tell light from dark. No matter what he tried to do he couldn't move.'Cheeky little... He could hear many footsteps beinging to circle him. He knew it was over. He was beaten. A fact that he wasn't quiet willing to accept.

“Captain we are directly over the centre of resistance, all troops have evacuated to the designated areas. Shall I give the order?”

“From the bride of the Star Destroyer captain Matthews laughed quietly to himself, this was the price of rebellion. This is what happened to those that fought against the emperor. Commander open shuttle bay oneB and lower shield sector 22/11A and leave it open.”

“Yes sir dropping shield”

The Star Destroyer lurched over the city as some kind of god, absorbing its victims in an incinerating blast of light. From the frigates gun-ships launched and re-supplied while vast swarms of droids and clone troopers were preparing to overrun the last enclave of resistance.

Low energy turbo laser bolts smashed into the surface destroying buildings, roads and people alike. The Imperial Navy was not used to using low yield turbo laser strength but in this case it was necessary in order not to reduce the planet into a radioactive goo.

Sirens screamed as Tie fighters swarmed overhead. The vast compliment of Storm troopers lined the cause way for the landing pad. Down the centre of the walkway walked a man hooded and cloaked his face the pinnacle of evil. As the landing ramp lowered for the shuttle the emperor climbed aboard.

The departure of the emperor would have been a shock for the governor but with that shock great relief would have arrived. The shuttle took off in a swirl of air and energy and headed into the atmosphere. Tie fighters danced around the emperors personal craft while star destroyers moved in to provide better security.

Tie Fighter 112

The shuttle danced ahead its blue engine wash glancing off the shields. This was a most glorious promotion the clone pilot thought. Bored with the standard flight pattern all he could really do was toy with his instrument, looking down at his control console the clone trooper noticed something odd. As soon is it glanced across his face alarms sounded within the cockpit. “This is Tie Fighter 112 my left stabilizer has failed my left stabilizer…..” Immediately the comms system cut out and the auto pilot took control. The tie fighter now awash with flames strafed across the sky in a chaotic but planned method.

Super Star Destroyer Palpatine

Captain Saral watched as a Tie fighter stormed out of control. Instantly other fighters began to take action, moving out of the way while the emperors shuttle lumbered uselessly. The bridge instantly took action with the emperors shuttle in danger there was almost nothing he could do except destroy the rogue TIE. “Tactical, charge Turbo lasers take out that Tie fighter, order the rest of the fighters to attack HURRY.”
From across the bridge an officer screamed at the Admiral “Its too late.” From the bridge a small blip of fire could be seen in the distance as the emperors shuttle went up in flames and shrapnel. Captain Saral went white, pale with fear. "Contact Admiral Malin, call him to the bridge." she gulped.

On the surface Darth Sirus walked away from the communications console, with a sharp smile he laughed. And walked away to deal with the rebellion.

OOC:
This role-play has been a good read. I like how the Unified Sith is living up to their name. I.E. Fire on their own planet.

Did you just kill the Emperor?

Plus, I will be role-playing with Corpsac, sometime next week. It will be a leader Vs. leader fight.

I say again, good job on this role-play.

The two unconscious bodies were carried over one marine’s shoulders as they were brought deeper into the slums, closer to the Rebellion's central command nexus on Exartha. The squad of marines in power armor were watched the whole way, hidden through this section of the slums were numerous automated defenses, mines, droids, even heavy armor, any assault into this area of the slums would have been bloody indeed.

The two were brought into an old rusted silo inconspicuous from the outside one look into its interior would have impressed anyone. over five meters of battle armor protected the walls of the silo for within its center was one out of five turbo lifts whose destination was the Central Nexus.

It is considered Folly by most so called experts on guerilla warfare to concentrate one's manpower in anyway when your opponent has so much more firepower and resources then you, in fact it was a tenant that the Rebellion lived by since the debacle at Hoth.

It was also a tenant the rebellion on Exartha lived by but this hardened bunker was the largest and most important cell of many that comprised the rebellion against Palpatine and his empire. The Marines and their two prisoners traveled more then five km under the surface of Exartha rock and sandwiched layers of battle-armor fortifying the bunker from orbital bombardment. It was Echo Base the heart of the rebellion an intricate network of tunnels and catacombs that housed the government in exile whose mission was to expel Engelmann party from power then to cast off ties with the GE.

Avon was taking into small dark and damp room, the only comforts offered by it was a small bed, a table with rations and water, a sink, and a small shower. It was not the Capital City Hilton, but it was also not a cell, although it may appear to be that, it was actually quite comfortable quarters for a rebel, the door was locked of course and Avon could only wait and make himself comfortable until his captors came for him.

As for me, I headed into an area clear of Imperials or rebels fighting it out, as I walked out of the slums. Then, I dropped my Force bubble, and sensed the death of the real Emperor Palpatine in surprise. I smirked, glad to be finally rid of the old, wrinkly prune of doom. But then, there are other Dark Lords, to contend with now, and they will vy for the power and authority of the Throne. Either I'd have to steer clear of them, or face them in combat, which ever is what I think could happen first.

The hotel, luckily, was undamaged, but swamped with homeless. My room was used by a couple of shaken-up citizens, but I didn't mind. They need the comfort.

OOC: Kam if you want to post Avon’s actions before this point while he waits in his quarters go for it, but I need to move the plot along at the same time.

The door to Avon’s room, opened in walked a woman whose faced looked much more aged then her young body. She was only five years previously the youngest senator ever elected to that august body. She was also one of its first casualties shot in the chest and face as she invoked support for the WIckian Commonwealth in a speech. A jagged pitted scar ran from her shin up her check and into her hairline where a blaster bolt ruined her once stunning beauty. With modern medicine reconstructive surgery would have been a simple thing to negate the scar how ever such things she considered extremely selfish when viewed in line with the needs of the rebellion and as such the Old Lady kept her wound as a remainder of the sacrifices patriots made to attain their goal of Liberty.

She stood before Avon alone in the room, no guards where needed, they off fighting the coming battle, already much of the above ground support had been decimated by the bombardment but the Imperial fleet has pulled out all their Heavy Ships in light of the Emperor’s demise. The rebellion was about to act, soon the planet would be free or they would all be dead.

However hopeful she was about their success against the Imperials and SS, the Old Lady was also a realist. She knew in the fog of war nothing could be left to chance she needed a contingency in place so if their operation failed, at least Engelmann would go down, even the Empire was better to its citizens than that sadist.

“Mr. Avon, of the Black Order I have a proposal for you to consider…” she stated to him, as the room shook and dust and debris shook down from the ceiling from nearby turbo laser impacts.

The massive bombardment seemed like it lasted for days to PFC Kerry Faukins, as the massive turbo lasers made so much ruin out of rebel targets and strong points. She laughed bitterly at that last comment, as probably only one out of five shots hit anything that could be considered a legitimate target.

Then she noticed the massive amount of red blips on her mech' scanners as the assault force descended, they would fight but once they revealed themselves that ISD would cream them, and the rebellion would be effectively over. That was when it happened though, the ISD stopped firing and started to pull away from the city almost halving the total firepower that was being directed at the rebel positions, they now had a Chance albeit a slim one, she heard her the Old Ladies' order to attack it was only three words, transmitted in the clear across the planet and even out to space...

"The Rebellion Lives!" with that she activated the jump jets on her Garm light mech thrusting it into the air above the advancing column of Imperial troops. She targeted a Hover tank and shooting at it with her medium laser and her rotary auto-cannon with a burst of its 40mm Depleted Uranium sabot darts.

She was only one of many to unleash hell upon the Imperial and SS forces. This was a do or die situation for the rebellion.

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Commander Tankersly screamed a war cry as he flash started his mech its systems coming on line in a second. He was the commander of the ground forces that opposed the Imperial Advance, there droids and SS troopers would meet his battle armor, there ATAT his mechs, it would be an epic battle.

With the attack signal anti personal “claymore” mines emplaced around the Imperial troops were designed to slaughter Infantry be they Humans in armor or droids. His own infantry opened fire pelting the Imperials with mortar fire, heavy tri-barrel rounds, thousands of hypersonic pulser darts, the orange hue of plasma discharges, short range missile fire, a wall of hate was sent into the massive ranks of droids. All of this fire was only from “infantry”.

His 100 ton Marauder II assault mech could not jump out of the rumble that covered it like a light or medium mech would because it was not a such a mech. It plowed forward through the concrete like it didn’t exists, his scanners already showing him trough his tactical display a 3d representation of the battle before he was through the rubble, his light forces already in mid jump raining laser and ppc fire down upon the Imperial force. His own mech was along the left flank as he choice his own initial targets, an AT-AT had its ponderous flank to his mech,

He let loose a mighty cry as he shot his heavy gauss rifle at its exposed neck, and fired two PPC rounds at its flank. The battle was join in earnest as the Rebellions fifty –five mechs poured the wraith of god onto the unsuspecting Imperials and the hated SS troops.

Lord Sirus was now onboard one of the Heavy Frigates pounding the rebel positions. With the Empire in a small state of civil war he had to assume command of this operation.

The Frigates continued to open fire on anything that dared show itself to scanners while the ground forces kept their cool.

An eerie silence crept through the slums, tension was building to an apex where finally the rebellion would either succeed or perish. In the outskirts of the slums each Imperial armour regiment was now preparing to begin its advance. With the vast AT-AT’s towering above the city they rained fire down upon the lower more exposed forces.

Clone troopers thrust their way forward. Altogether there was a huge twenty thousand of them converging upon the rebellion. For each clone trooper there was ten droids each intent on gaining victory for what remained of the Empire.

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Crashing through the ruined and crumbling slum buildings the walkers made their way to the centre of the rebel heart. Their turbo laser batteries strewn across their bodies dealt justice to the foes while the small AAT’s crept through the littered streets with the Imperial forces.

Droid fighters swarmed overhead swooping down to hit their targets, and when the rebels moved for cover the fighters landed and converted into mechs. Stalking with purpose and terror.

As one Imperial Walker group turned a corner of destroyed building it was sought upon by ravaging rebel forces. Its rear turbo laser batteries too weak to defend it against such a foe fired uselessly in retaliation. Its neck destroyed and with it the powerful forward guns the Walker just stood there a wreck of its former self.

The rogue enemy unit was now being converged upon the rest of the regiment with two walkers coming into view as it finished firing upon their Imperial comrade. Targeting with full power they sough about a crossfire to disable or destroy the enemy.

Fighters swarmed in from ovberhead to assist in the cleansing while a further three AT-AT’s approached from the city edge.

Hawkins stood in Hanger Bay three, it was one of four hangers the Rebellion maintained in the vast catacombs that was Echo base. It was protected by five meters of battle steel and was located in just one of many rundown warehouses that would have been common enough in the slums. For all the effort put into hiding the hangers from the Imperial forces contact with Hanger Two and Six had been lost, it was on the receiving end of a less then friendly turbo laser blast.

He looked upon the chaotic scene that was occurring in the hanger bay it was a large bay for the rebellion housing fighter craft of all sorts, most were x-wings or y-wings, some were even older purely atmospheric fighters, however they were well trained and had a vital mission to accomplish.

A part of him wished Daniel joined him from the start he would have loved to be in an x-wing again fighting the good fight. He sensed that the battle was about to occur as he came up to something that meant the world to him. It was by far one of the most batter X-wing in hanger, scared with numerous laser blast, blacked with soot and carbon from years of use. While the other units scattered about the hanger bore the colors of their squadrons that they were members of before Engelmann reign his was not of this planet, it was not even his x-wing, no it would always belong to Lucy. It was her, her soul was apart of the machine, an avenging angel exhibiting her wraith upon the Empire.

The unique paint job on the X-wing also gave Hawkins his call sign, Azreal who was the Angel of Death. Each S-foil was painted as an angels wing the x-wing itself was an angel white under its battle scars, the nose of the craft jet black, representing the darkness in an arch angels soul, each proton torpedo tube was outlined in flames of the eternal blade used to extract vengeance upon his enemies. He would use this craft to fight the empire this day.

With no rousing speech or any other superfluous event he enter the cockpit and awaited the wing to report in. They did, with his orders the collected fighters flew out of the hanger. Forty in all, two separate groups with equally vital missions.

Twenty fighters mostly X-wings flew with Hawkins, they flew quickly never any higher then the tops of the buildings to hide themselves from sensor as best they could, they was no secret to where they were headed however, the troops on the ground needed their support.

Two A-wings, an E-wing and a pair of the atmospheric fighters flew ahead of the slower x-wing to engage and occupy the fighter cover over the battle, Hawkins remaining fifteen remaining x-wing came into the fight each showering the droids and clones with laser blasts and proton torpedoes sped for AT-AT’s. This would be no easy fight for the Imperial Army.

A separate group of fighters moved out with Hawkins, Ten ancient Y-wing bombers, however they moved slowly skimming the lowest levels of the slums moving on there repusler lifts only with all of the fighting already occurring and there low signature nape of the earth flying, it was unlikely they would be pickup on sensors SS or Imperial until it was too late.

In truth the ground battle and the fighters entrance into it was all one big diversion, sure the rebels have a chance to defeat the combined clone/droid, army, but what good was winning the fight on the ground when the Imperial Fleet controlled the skies?

No, the lumbering Y-Wings had a single purpose, which was to take the shield grid down. Other strike teams in other cites moved against the massive power stations that powered the generators themselves, they W-Wings were head to Duquesne Tower, just outside the City it was by far the largest projector in the grid, with it destroyed holes would appear in the grid which could be taken advantage of by the Confed Navy, hopefully...they were almost to the engagement zone now.

I watched the battle from the rooftop of the hotel, the lasers flying all over the place, and explosions and fire everywhere. I watched the AT-ATs walkers lumber forward, one of them defeated, I noted. Then, I saw the Rebellion's fighters, older-model X-wngs and Y-wings, and even older-model atmosphere fighters (still looking cool) attack the TIEs. I grinned, as I felt Hawkins in the air, wrecking havoc on Imperial forces.

I narrowed my eyes as I sensed Darth Sirus, commanding the Imperial forces. The rebels will need to take him out, if they want to have a chance of winning...

Hawkins could sense the Sith Lord also as he was making no attempt at all to hide his presence, well neither was Hawkins. He knew his star fighters could not shot the dreadnaught down without pulling vital coverage from the troops on the ground but he decided to act.

"Archangel two you have command of the wing, over." Hawkins said.

"Roger Azreal, I have command." came back a robotic sounding female voice over the distortion cause by rebel communication gear.

Hawkins X-wing flew towards the Dreadnaught Darth Sirus was on, he knew it would not fire on his craft, he had a feeling the Sith Lord wanted to chat.

“Are the tractor emitters powered?”

“Yes sir, they are locked on shall we execute?”

“By all means captain.” Sirus smiled sadistically. Each tractor emitter on the dreadnaughts locked on to rebel fighters as they flew through the sky. Locking on to each fighter within range at maximum power their shields would be useless. As the craft would instantly grind to a halt they would be pulled apart by the tremendous forces.

Sirus once again laughed aloud. This was proving to be most amusing. “Captain, bring this fighter aboard. And have all of our forces retreat, we are leaving.”

“But my Lord we are winning this battle.”

“Captain my orders are from higher up in the command chain. I would not second guess them. Bring aboard that fighter and coordinate the retreat, I will be seeing to our new guest. The army and the rest of the strike group are to proceed to the Talnari nebula. You will find a large force currently station there, your orders are to join it.”

The captain nodded as though he was understanding everything. “Lord Sirus what about governor Engelmann? Won’t he object to our departure?”

“Send a broadcast to the rebels. Tel them that the shield generator has been lowered.”

“But sir, the generator is still active”

“Indeed, but you are about to lower it. Open fire captain.”

The small strike group and all Imperial forces suddenly ceased fire as they began to depart back to the landing positions. The droid forces guarding the prisoners in the internment camps suddenly lowered the energy fences allowing the now irate mob to run loose.

“Governor Engelmann is a traitor and a fool. He will be dealt with most quickly by his own people. You are now in command captain. As soon as I depart the ship, follow your orders.”

“Yes Sir.”

As Lord Sirus left for the shuttle bay where he would confront his Jedi friend, Sirus felt the shudder of the turbo laser batteries recoiling. Pity about Engelmann Sirus thought, he was so manipulative. But even they can be manipulated.

Entering the Cargo bay Sirus was just in time to witness the targeted X-Wing arriving.

OOC: US I don’t have MSN this weekend so if you go on AIM we’d be able to talk.

Hawkins waited for the X-wing to be tractored into the cargo bay, before he exited the craft he stood by its nose as he watched the SIth Lord approach. It was not the first time he’s seen the red clad individual though. Their last meeting was more then a few years ago in the Hades system it was the consequences of that encounter that lead to this one, as he swore from that day to slay the man that now stood before him.

He stood there awaiting the some how typical dialogue the sith would initiate soon explaining how he is just one cog in an encompassing evil sadistic plan and that there was no escaping his upcoming death...with of all things a smile on his face.

As the battle dwindled, I wondered idly who will win the duel: Darth Sirus or Knight Hawkins. As a Jedi, I put my money on Hawkins, especially if I decide to help him (and consequently, remove a potential heir to the Imperial throne at the same time). I gathered the Force and jumped down to a lower roof, then hopped from roof to roof. The Imperials seem to be retreating for some reason, and I needed to get back to Wayland, seeing as I'm unecessary here. I reached my shuttle, and began the preflight sequence, watching Darth Sirus' ship in my mind. There would be a short time to get in the hangar bay before he jumps into hyperspace, that I know.

Sirus stood in the hanger bay as Hawkins X wing was dragged in. The Jedi nimbly jumping from his X-wing to the hanger floor looked up at Darth Sirus clothed in the crimson red of the Imperial guard.

Sirus stood perfectly still with his Cortosis blade glistening in the artificial light. “Well done Jedi Hawkins, I commend you on your work. You have been most troublesome to capture, but now it is time our tedious relationship ended. Ever since the “Hades” battle you have you eluded us. No more. To be honest I am glad that I have finally managed to meet you. I must comment you on what a fine specimen Lucy was, I enjoyed torturing, breaking and loving her. You can be most assured that she was in pain for almost an entire month. The torture was one of the finest I have ever dealt. She broke easily.”

Sirus lifted his blade and waited for the Jedi to charge. “Tell me, what did you feel when you killed her. Did you enjoy slicing your sabre across her throat. Did you enjoy the look of pain and regret in her eyes as she kissed life goodbye. I would have.” Sirus was now fully prepared for Hawkins to attack. All he had to do was incite enough hatred and he would belong to the dark side forever.

Something that could be classified as hate flashed through Hawkins' eyes but disappeared as fast as it appeared.

"If you said that to me even a week ago Sith your words may have caused me to attack you out of anger and hate." Hawkins shook his head, "Not anymore, the events you describe do haunt my nightmares, but there is of moment I cherish from that day. As here life drained from her body for a second only her old spirit reclaimed her ruined body. I treasure that after all you did to her you didn’t kill her spirit in the end, she won."

Now Hawkins pulled out his light saber and activated its white blue blade vertically inches from his face as he shut his eyes and awaited the Sith's move.

Sirus smiled and laughed once again, he was in a good mood. “Time to die Jedi.” Sirus lifted his metallic blade and moved in at speed. Dancing in a blaze of red, lightning erupted from his free hand while his blade met the smooth surface of Hawkins light sabre. Countered and parried, Sirus continued to dual with the Jedi. His free left hand swirling in the air, released a small cortosis dagger from the sleeve of his robe. Lifting the blade up while striking with his sword Sirus moved to strike Hawkins down with two blades.

Hawkins stood calmly as the sith charged him, he used his saber to deflect the lightning blast, the sith came on he still stood there unmoved. His body and his mind tapped into the vast sea of power that was the force. The sith was upon him as Hawkins opened his eyes, he stepped into the sith’s initial move parrying the sith’s blade then blocking his counter.

Suddenly he felt alarm and jumped back from the red clad demon, the dagger drew a line of red as it sliced across his left shoulder.

"Seems like first blood goes to you sith...don’t worry mine will not be the only blood spilled here today." Hawkins commented as he met some the oncoming sith's assault again, fighting against the two blades which only his free form style could accomplish, white light meetings metal as the electrifying hisses filled the large cargo bay.

Sirus continued to parry blades, each man spinning in a twist of artwork. Hit by the edge of Hawkins blade unexpectedly Sirus’s dagger flew from his hand and impaled into the wall. Now growing a little afraid of the Jedi’s increasing strength Sirus slowly fell back across the hanger bay. As Hawkins continued to pres the advance Sirus used the force lifting cargo containers and any rogue object lying about. As each one was raised by the force they were sent flying across the room from all direction into Hawkins.

Hawkins sensed the objects being thrown at him and he rolls on his shoulder putting distance between him and the sith, kneeling in a crouch Hawkins had no time to react before the converged upon him from all sides burring him under the mass of rumble with a sickening crash.

Sirus watched as the Jedi was crushed under the piling weight of rubble, buried alive the Jedi would soon know pain.

“Pity, I thought you would prove a challenge Sirus mused, no matter. I’m sure I can find some sport with your rebellion. Tell me how many of you are there? One thousand, two thousand,it won't matter in the end. Before you die remember this. Every single one of them will fall upon my blade. Just as your commonwealth did at Hades. You know it was me that found your flanking manoeuvre it was me that sent your nation into the abyss.”

Sirus sheathing his sword laughed as he raised his hands. As lightning flew from his hands Hawkins would slowly burn to death.

Hawkins was well trained in hand to hand combat due to his years as a marine. He knew something that simply didn't occur to some people and that was when someone is about bludgeon you with an object the worst thing you can do is resist the blow. No, you let it strike you and you move with its motion dissipating it force.

And so that’s what he did when the object buried him, though through the force. Each object hover mere millimeters from his body as he stopped their movement using the force, quite a feat of telekinetic power, a display of mastery of the force, Hawkins heard the Sith comments. They struck a cord in him as he was reminded of that painful battle, of his longed for home. It hardened his resolve more.

The games ended NOW...

Hawkins clenched his muscles as he concentrated on the force, only this time it was much different, before it was as if a damn held back much of the force available to him, now that gave way, as he tapped into the river that is the force as never before. He screamed as its power hit him his body infused in its sheer power, he was the avatar of the force and it was his mission to bring its justice upon its enemies.

The electrified burning debris that covered Hawkins bust away from him in a blinding white light. A powerful shockwave propelled them more powerful then the strongest force push, it threw all the objects in the bay against the wall. Hawkins stood now a white aura emanating from his form his eye bore no color other then the same bright white light.

"I have had enough of your games Sith it is time for you to pay the price of your crimes." Hawkins bellowed his voice reverberating off the walls of the bay, his Light saber held perpendicular to his body in a high guard.

As the wreckage flew around the room Sirus looked at Hawkins in shock. ”YOU SHOULD BE DEAD” Lifting up his sabre he made another attack. The Jedi was now so incensed that Sirus could do very little. His blows were matched and tossed aside, his force attacks were blocked and returned in kind. Slowly he was backed up against a wall until his Sabre was knocked cleanly from his hand. With no where to run Sirus had nothing else to do. Looking around for aide Sirus could see none forth coming for now, all he had to do was buy some time.

His goal was about to be completed Lucy murderer brought to justice, he held the sith against the wall as he plunged his saber into its cold heart.

As the Jedi raised his sword Sirus smiled, he would at least have some revenge. As Hawkins raised his sword Sirus used his own. “You and your rebellion will never succeed Jedi. The emperor will insure your death, yes that’s right he is still alive, he will destroy you and what’s left of your world, YOUR ALL GOING TO DIE!”

During his vicious speech Sirus grasped at anything to save himself. His hands clawing at the smooth metal surface caught a hold of his dagger. Pulling it from the wall he went to stab the Jedi who just at the exact same moment leapt away. To guard himself form incoming blaster bolts

From the cargo bay entrance hordes of droids began to enter firing at will at the now vastly outnumbered foe. Escaping but barely Sirus ran to his shuttle and quickly sealed the door behind him. The onboard droid initiated the start up sequence and sped him out of the frigate.

Hawkins avoided the Siths desperate thrust at the cost of letting him go he chased after the sith almost reaching him before the shuttles door seal him out of the craft. Blaster bolts flew all about him, his saber moving in a blur to deflect any bolt that would have stuck him Hawkins ran towards his X-Wing, He jumped into its cockpit quickly sealing it and raising its shields. He watched the shuttle shot out of the bay. His shields flashed violently as many bolts impacted on his craft though they did little damage. He flew out of the bay in pursuit of the Sith.

As the enemy X-Wing tracked and followed Sirus he would find that he was too late. His hyper drive coordinates already prepared allowed him for an easy exit. As the frigates below and the vast swarm of landing craft rose into the atmosphere Sirus escaped the gravity well of the planet. Pushing down on a lever stars became star lines and he vanished into Hyperspace.

As the hum of the engines lowered the shuttle made its way back into sub light velocities, arriving just outside a nebula Sirus’s craft descended into the dark cloud, hidden and masked.

I watched the duel between Jedi and Sith while eating some popcorn. "Boy, this is better than the movies!"

Then the duel ended, and the Sith made his getaway. "Aww, man! Now Hawkins' will have to catch him..."

I switch on the frequency to Hawkins. "Good luck with catching Darth Sirius. If you need me, just call. May the Force be with you."

I feathered the shuttle throttle, then made the run to hyperspace. I have some training to do...

Hawkins felt disgusted as he watched Darth Sirus shuttle disappear into hyper space, he also note the small Imperial Fleet's withdrawal from the system. It was over and the rebels have one for now, the system was free but for how long was the question.

He flew his battered X-wing in the direction of Fleet Command, he noticed the destruction of the State Security over watch squadrons, and noted with approval of Admiral Theisman's action, he hoped the fleet as a whole was still intact, they would need it in the next coming days, of that he was sure.

Engelmann looked upon his burning city with something akin to elation. His plan has worked out perfectly. The Emperor was dead, of course not by his hand, though dead the same. It was a pity his own attempt only swatted a decoy, but even that had the reward of blaming that terrible and bloody event on the Rebellion, and now the Empire was about to crush them.

The Empire, so far the only one's who could oppose his sphere of influence, but given enough time that too will change. In fact his own SS commissioners should be bringing in the last group of naval officers with enough constitution to oppose his whim, the rump that remains will be loyal enough and subservient to their SS officers.

He had won...that was what he was thinking when the automated defense grid began to sends missile and lasers into the nights sky seconds before each system was obliterated in balls of fire. He was thrown across his office as the shockwaves from the explosion hit the building shattering the translucent battle-glass that were his office windows thousands of shards flew thought the air cutting him. Disorientated he crawled behind his desk and retrieved the pulser he kept their for emergencies, and that too flew from his had as the second shockwave shook the entire building as he looked out the window he saw the cause. Assault transports, NAVAL Transports were penetrated the walls disgorging their troops. Weapons fire and screams filled the hallways as Engelmann tried to retrieve his weapon only someone got to it first, someone dressed in Marine Battle Armor, as he looked up he saw the face of Thomas Thiesmen, the Navy's Commander in Chief.

"You three mistakes Engelmann" Never had Engelmann heard such contempt in a man's voice." You attempted to start the purges on the Navy again, I’m sorry to say your SS battle squadrons are no more. The Second was that you put me in Command of Capital Fleet, my loyalty was never to you but the people. And that brings me the Third reason, you murdered thousands of our people to kill the Emperor."

"So what now? A show trial, give me to the newies to suffer the wraith of the people? SO you can take over? Are you crazy enough to want this job?"

"No, I will return this planet back to its rightful government, the one you had the Empire murder. And I think we've all seen to many show trials." Thiesmen said the last comment very slowly.

Engelmann stood facing down the admiral.

"And just what do you mean by that?"

Thiesmen leveled Engelmann's pdroppedpluser at his forehead.

"It means Goodbye Citizen Chairman."

Engelmann had no time to scream before the 10mm hypersonic darts turned his skull into so much goo.

tag, though i can't rp. I am watching this :P I will have a few things to do when i get back it looks like.