NationStates Jolt Archive

THIS IS THE SECRET PART

Cassius Longarm sat at his desk, reading troop manifests and construction progress reports and various other forms of bureaucratic tedium, when one of the Archonal Viewscreens activated.

Former Admiral Wintergreen, now Archon of the Godulan Rheinland region, looked back at Cassius with a somewhat worried expression. "Sir, we have an anomaly."

"Please, call me Cassius. We're both Archons, I'm not your superior officer anymore."

"Right... we've got something over here that you might want to see."

Cassius rolled his eyes slightly. "Liiiiiiike?"

"Well, I only received the report yesterday, checked on it this morning, and I'm thinking its important enough to relay on to you and the rest of the Governate. We've got a kid here that can pull some strange stuff."

"Such as?"

"Well sir... we're not entirely sure how much he can do, but I took the liberty of doing some quick research, and we think this might be a case of what some of the other powers call 'Force Sensitivity'. I swear to you, Cassius, what this kid can do, I have NEVER seen before."

Cassius' eyebrows quirked as they usually do. "Any gauge of how strong this 'force sensitivity' might be?"

"I did a quick comparative analysis, from what I read of various files on some of the stronger specimens, we suspect that if this kid isn't off the scale, he's on the edge. You HAVE to see this, Cassius. I swear I'm not shitting you."

Cassius thought for a moment, then stood up. "I'll be there in a couple minutes. The way you're talking, this kid had BETTER sprout flowers from his fingertips."

"I'm not placing that outside the realm of possibility."

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The Progress School was a decent place for orphans and homeless children to grow up in the care of the state. One could actually say that the schools were the only places on Godulan Earth where the grass was green and the sky was blue.

Several teenagers played basketball on one side of the expansive front courtyard, and a group of some thirty children no older than seven were going through a tai-chi routine with an instructor still in his combat uniform.

As Cassius walked up to the front door with Wintergreen following closely behind, he took notice that the children practicing tai-chi were matching their instructor in every way, even when he altered his speed in attempts to trip one or two of them up. There had to be something important about that.

"Ah! Wintergreen! A pleasure to see you again, and so soon!" declared a man who could only be characterized by the word 'happy'. "And this is... By the Archons, Cassius Longarm! This is indeed a very illustrious day for us!"

"Cut it, mister... Stevens," Cassius replied, eyeing the man's I.D. tag. "I'm here because one of your wards has gone and worried mister Wintergreen."

"Yes... yes of course. I'll show you to the child immediately."

As they walked down the hall, Stevens handed Cassius a small datapad that he'd keyed to readout the file of the child in question.

"Kelvin is an odd one, that's for certain. Doesn't seem to like playing games or anything a typical six-year-old does. He spends most of his free time reading in the library. He's already at a tenth grade reading level. We're almost out of books that he hasn't read."

"Ten pages a minute... Eidetic Memory..."

"He can recite passages from our encyclopedias based on entry AND page number."

Cassius cocked an eyebrow at a certain entry in the file, then pointed it out to Stevens. "What does this mean by 'Instantaneous Reflexes'?"

"I suppose you could say he's something of a very fast thinker... almost prescient, really. We had an issue a couple weeks ago when a visiting soldier's weapon went off unexpectedly. By the Archons, Kelvin caught the bullet with his bare hands. He told me all he heard was--"

"A loud bang, and some sizzling noise, then he just reached out and grabbed the bullet," Cassius finished, reading from the file. "Tell me, is there anything this boy can't do? So far, what you've told me is that he's smart enough to act as an entire command staff, and faster than a speeding bullet."

"Well sir, I suppose you could characterize him as 'Emotionally Detached'."

They arrived in a room overlooking what appeared to be several martial arts training areas.

"He's currently going through Self-Defense training. We tried giving him some form of handicap to override his somewhat innate gifts, but it seems as though that only improved his aptitude. After his Self Defense class ends, we can show you the 'cool part'. I'll tell the instructor to let him show off a little. Please, have a seat."

Cassius and Wintergreen both sat down at one of the benches closest to the viewing window, and watched as a small boy with flaming red hair walked onto the mat. After being told to let Kelvin show off, two more instructors from some of the more advanced martial arts courses walked onto the mat and assumed offensive stances.

Kelvin just stood there, face completely devoid of... anything.

One of the Instructors twitched in Kelvin's direction. Thirty seconds later all three of them were on the floor... twenty feet away.

Cassius and Wintergreen were riveted. "He didn't even shift his footing!" Cassius blurted, "he didn't even grunt when he tossed that guy over his head."

"He threw them around like rag dolls," Stevens replied. "That's actually what got our attention in the first place. He picks up martial arts moves after seeing it done just once. More of that eidetic memory for you."

Kelvin's instructor got back up, shook his head clear, then told Kelvin to take his seat again, which he did without question or comment.

Soon, the class ended, and Stevens ordered a "Painting Session" for Kelvin as the other children filed out.

"A painting session is where we fire painted tennis balls at the boy, and have several moving target panels situated about the room. The objective for him is to either deflect every ball shot at him into one of the targets, or capture and throw with the same objective."

"Doesn't seem hard."

"HE does it deaf and blind," Stevens responded as an instructor put a blindfold and earplugs on the boy. "And we make certain that everything in the room changes position in a completely randomized manner, to make certain that he doesn't rely on repetition to work."

When the room was set up, Kelvin knelt down on the ground in the center of the room. The targets started moving, and Kelvins instructor walked up to the viewing room.

"Ready."

Stevens brought out a small twenty sided die and rolled it. "begin in fifteen seconds."

The instructor brought out a small one-button remote and counted to fifteen, then started 'the program.'

One tennis ball fired at Kelvin. Just as it was about to hit, his arm shot out and grabbed the ball in one swift motion, then fired the ball at a moving target, hitting it square in the center. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Until approximately two-hundred balls had been fired.

All of the moving targets situated themselves so that the people in the viewing room could see Kelvin's aim. Apart from a few stray dots from when Kelvin decided to deflect rather than grab-and-toss, those painted tennis balls hit nothing other than dead-center. The instructor walked into the room, took off Kelvin's blindfold and earplugs, then took him from the room to wash up.

Cassius' jaw dropped for the first time ever. Wintergreen simply said "Nope, seeing it twice still surprises me."

"I'd say its pretty definite that he's got 'the gift' that those jedi folks talk about in realspace," Stevens said. "I'd also say he's got more 'gift' than most. Needless to say, we're not equipped to handle this child for the most part. We have no damn clue as to how one handles force-sensitivity."

Cassius brought his jaw back up, then nodded. "We never expected this to be an issue. I'd been told by some that this 'force' is everywhere, but this is the first time we've seen it manifest itself in the Dominion, much less with such... oomph. I'll see what I can do, Stevens. I might be able to get some Jedi High Foreheads to send somebody to teach this kid what's what."

"We'd be very appreciative. After we did some research on his abilities, it seems as though this stuff is almost instinctive for him. Almost everything is instinctive with him. He shows no emotion, no likes or dislikes, he simply does what he does as though he was made to do it. We would very happily take whatever help we can in making sure this child reaches his full potential. That's what these schools are for, after all."

"So they are," Cassius replied. "So they are."

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TG to All 'Galactic Republic' Members, with special consideration to Corneilu or any other Force-Wielding member of the alliance:

We have a situation.

It has come to our attention that a child appears to have shown a massive aptitude in what you would call 'the force'. The strength of this aptitude, judging from preliminary comparative analyses, is quoted as either 'off the scale or on the edge'. We have no expertise or equipment on how to deal with such a thing, and are therefore asking for assistance from any of our allies in respect to this issue.

We will transport any qualified participants to the school where this boy resides, where such individuals can witness and interpret the boy's strengths firsthand. We are also requesting that a willing participant take this boy under their wing and show him the various applications of this 'force'.

We await further communications, and hopefully a solution.

OOC: Tag
Don't suppose you want some kind of evil to challenge for ownership of the child :P It could be a great asset to the GE and the Chronosian Chaos Imperium

OOC: Not quite yet, anyway. Give it some time for the others to find out how badass this boy is. He'll be even nastier with an M'Lekk'Torr symbiote (Coreworlds will probably be the first to find out about THEM)

OOC: Well, I'll keep an eye on things; and you need evil influence, you just holler

Right-o... and bumpitty

TG to All 'Galactic Republic' Members, with special consideration to Corneilu or any other Force-Wielding member of the alliance:

We have a situation.

It has come to our attention that a child appears to have shown a massive aptitude in what you would call 'the force'. The strength of this aptitude, judging from preliminary comparative analyses, is quoted as either 'off the scale or on the edge'. We have no expertise or equipment on how to deal with such a thing, and are therefore asking for assistance from any of our allies in respect to this issue.

We will transport any qualified participants to the school where this boy resides, where such individuals can witness and interpret the boy's strengths firsthand. We are also requesting that a willing participant take this boy under their wing and show him the various applications of this 'force'.

We await further communications, and hopefully a solution.

President Server looked over the messege that his Secretary of State handed him.

"I think we should send Jedi Master Kenobi. As the head of all Jedi here in Corneliu, he would be the most logical one to send."

"Sir, I think we should send Jedi masters Wu San and Windu too. All three would be better than just one. We don't know what this person, kid I think, can do and I would feel better if we have our 3 best Jedi Masters there."

"Agreed. Send the telegram out immediately."

To Godular
From: President Server

We will be sending out our 3 top Jedi Masters to you. They are our head jedi masters and they'll see what they can do to help you.

Sincerely,

President Server

Response to President Server

Excellent, we shall send the Godulan DawnRunner Victory 2 to pick up the three masters and transport them to Godulan Earth.

Wintergreen will accompany, as he is the Archon of the area in which our 'Prodigy' is located.

Rendezvous point coordinates will be provided with this message.

Edited to add reference to meeting spot

Response to President Server

Excellent, we shall send the Godulan DawnRunner Victory 2 to pick up the three masters and transport them to Godulan Earth.

Wintergreen will accompany, as he is the Archon of the area in which our 'Prodigy' is located.

Rendezvous point coordinates will be provided with this message.

Edited to add reference to meeting spot

We look forward to receiving him. You are cleared for immediate landing at the Jedi HQ Shuttle Pad. A beacon will guide you in and they'll be waiting for you.

Some time later, a giant DawnRunner vessel materialized over the Corneliuan homeworld, minus its support fleet.

A small, nondescript, yet very heavily armored shuttle departed from the Dawnrunner's token landing bay and dropped straight down towards the pre-set landing coordinates.

Leveling of during the descent, it came to a rest with little more than a grunt from the landing gear. A single door opened on the side, and a small fellow with white hair and an extremely bushy moustache issued forth from the small airlock.

"I NEVER get tired of that... whoa sunny."

He shielded his eyes slightly and looked about for his soon-to-be-guests.

Masters Windu, Wu, and Kenobi were all standing on the pad. When the ship landed and the door opened, they saw that a man was talking then was startled by the bright sunlight.

Master Kenobi walked up to the man. "Morning sir! I am Master Obi Wan Kenobi, head of all Jedi here of Corneliu. I hear that you have a problem on your world regarding a student that has exihibited force abilities?"

Wintergreen considered the question for a second. "'Exhibit'... I personally would use a more grandiose term for it, but you people know more about this than I do."

He gestured towards the Shuttle. "The ride up isn't nearly as bad as the ride down. I've ordered the Admiral on Victory 2 to provide you with whatever facilities you require, though the trip isn't expected to take more than a few hours."

Wintergreen considered the question for a second. "'Exhibit'... I personally would use a more grandiose term for it, but you people know more about this than I do."

He gestured towards the Shuttle. "The ride up isn't nearly as bad as the ride down. I've ordered the Admiral on Victory 2 to provide you with whatever facilities you require, though the trip isn't expected to take more than a few hours."

"We'll be fine with whatever you provide. When we get there, we'll look the kid over and see what we can do about the situation."

The trip towards the DawnRunner was uneventful, as was the vessel's return to Godulan Earth. Wintergreen spent a couple hours expounding upon the wonders and horrors of Protospace travel, even mentioning the volatile M'Lekk'Torr that inhabited the plane.

"We had a few run-ins at first, but we've come to a bit of an understanding with them," he stated. "They're not material in any sense of the word, but made up almost entirely of pure primal instinct. Starting communication was somewhat difficult."

A loudspeaker came on in the small common room, "This is Admiral Kirlan, we're about to make a final probability jump and should complete transit some distance above the Godulan atmosphere. Targeting Solution will be acquired in... twenty minutes."

Wu, Windu, and Kenobi listened very intently.

"Thanks for the lessons. It was very informative. We are also learners and learning about different cultures makes us better so if a time came to be in a particular culture, we know how to act. Is there anything you want to tell us about the kid that we're going to be seeing?"

Wintergreen thought for a moment.

"Well, the kid is a bit of a prodigy, we think. He seems to do the things he does with little to no effort. His mind seems almost... BUILT for it. He can flash memorize almost any picture or sequence, read at a phenomenal pace, and has an impeccable sense of timing.

"Now keep in mind, that's what he can do without using his 'force' powers. One of his caretakers told me that he's snatched bullets out of the air with his bare hands, and I've seen my own self that the boy is tremendously strong.

"The boy also seems to have no emotions to speak of. He does what he's told, without question or comment, he speaks only when spoken to, and he almost always just looks... well... Disinterested. He always looks like he's about to fall asleep, but then he pulls of these feats of speed and strength and you know right then that he's about as harmless as a brick to the face."

Wintergreen took a small swig from a flask he kept in his right pocket, then returned the flask to its place.

"Oh, and we haven't heard him laugh. Ever."

Wintergreen thought for a moment.

"Well, the kid is a bit of a prodigy, we think. He seems to do the things he does with little to no effort. His mind seems almost... BUILT for it. He can flash memorize almost any picture or sequence, read at a phenomenal pace, and has an impeccable sense of timing.

"Now keep in mind, that's what he can do without using his 'force' powers. One of his caretakers told me that he's snatched bullets out of the air with his bare hands, and I've seen my own self that the boy is tremendously strong.

"The boy also seems to have no emotions to speak of. He does what he's told, without question or comment, he speaks only when spoken to, and he almost always just looks... well... Disinterested. He always looks like he's about to fall asleep, but then he pulls of these feats of speed and strength and you know right then that he's about as harmless as a brick to the face."

Wintergreen took a small swig from a flask he kept in his right pocket, then returned the flask to its place.

"Oh, and we haven't heard him laugh. Ever."

All three Jedi Masters looked at eachother. They were all thinking the samething. This kid is very strong in the Force.

"You did the right thing by notifying us. If this kid ever fell into the wrong hands, then we would be in very serious trouble." Windu stated matter of factly.

"Agreed. We need to keep this kid protected. He may be able to defend himself but even Jedi aren't infallible. We can be deceived but it is harder to deceive us." Wu chimed in. "The empire must not know about this kid."

"Transit completed," issued the voice from the loudspeaker.

"We do not intend to let the 'Galactic Empire' know about Kelvin. The boy is our first, and likely our best. We won't be giving him up to ANYBODY easily."

Wintergreen gestured back towards the shuttle bay.

"Now, shall we take a look at the boy?"

"Yes please. We would like to see him right away" Kenobi replied.

The trip back down wasn't bumpy at all! Mainly because the transporter bay wasn't very far from the shuttle bay, and it prevented needless grandstanding.

"Limosines, Showing off, I suspect y'all aren't into that kinda schtick."

They poofed back into existence right on the Progress School grounds. Several groups of children no older than twelve were performing jujitsu routines at various speeds.

Entering the school itself, Wintergreen introduced them to Stevens, the administrator of the school.

"Ah, so you must be the people to see the boy. He's in the library at the moment." He chuckled for a moment. "Archon Wintergreen, any chance we could get an expanded library? He's running out."

"I can likely shunt a bit of college textbook funding towards this place. Questions will be asked, but Cassius will shut the others up. Can we see him?"

"Oh, sure! He's actually been expecting you." He looked at the group in front of him. "Its strange, he actually set four chairs around his table before I told him you all were coming."

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Kelvin sat in a corner of the library, his eyes riveted on the book in front of him, turning a page every few seconds. He didn't look up or otherwise acknowledge the presence of the visitors approaching him.

The trip back down wasn't bumpy at all! Mainly because the transporter bay wasn't very far from the shuttle bay, and it prevented needless grandstanding.

"Limosines, Showing off, I suspect y'all aren't into that kinda schtick."

They poofed back into existence right on the Progress School grounds. Several groups of children no older than twelve were performing jujitsu routines at various speeds.

Entering the school itself, Wintergreen introduced them to Stevens, the administrator of the school.

"Ah, so you must be the people to see the boy. He's in the library at the moment." He chuckled for a moment. "Archon Wintergreen, any chance we could get an expanded library? He's running out."

"I can likely shunt a bit of college textbook funding towards this place. Questions will be asked, but Cassius will shut the others up. Can we see him?"

"Oh, sure! He's actually been expecting you." He looked at the group in front of him. "Its strange, he actually set four chairs around his table before I told him you all were coming."

Kenobi and the his companions looked at eachother. If he knew that they were coming before told, then he must be powerful. Kenobi sighed deeply as they all followed Wintergreen to the Library.

Kelvin sat in a corner of the library, his eyes riveted on the book in front of him, turning a page every few seconds. He didn't look up or otherwise acknowledge the presence of the visitors approaching him.

Kenobi, Wu, and Windu looked at the boy as they entered. "Greetings Kelvin." Kenobi started, "I am Obi Wan Kenobi."

Kelvin glanced towards Master Kenobi, then fixed an intense stare upon the three Jedi. It was not a stare of hatred or malice, but of the child seeming to... scan the three Jedi, taking in every fabric of their being as swiftly as possible.

Then, just as swiftly, he returned to his book, giving a cursory nod to the chairs he had set out.

Kenobi motioned for everyone to grab a chair. Kenobi himself took the chair infront of Kelvin. "So Mr. Wintergreen. What do you want us to do?"

"Well... test him, mainly," Wintergreen replied. "We want to know for certain just how strong this kid is. We did our own checks on it, but we want the opinions of people who actually know what they're doing."

"As I told Wintergreen," Stevens added, "he only speaks when spoken to, despite our best efforts to get him to be more open. He'll answer any questions you have easily enough, but he just doesn't like talking when he doesn't absolutely need to."

Kelvin turned pages in his book, then, realizing that he'd come to the end, slapped the book closed and shuffled it to the side, then faced the jedi opposite him and waited, eyes strangely glazed over.

"Well... test him, mainly," Wintergreen replied. "We want to know for certain just how strong this kid is. We did our own checks on it, but we want the opinions of people who actually know what they're doing."

"As I told Wintergreen," Stevens added, "he only speaks when spoken to, despite our best efforts to get him to be more open. He'll answer any questions you have easily enough, but he just doesn't like talking when he doesn't absolutely need to."

Kelvin turned pages in his book, then, realizing that he'd come to the end, slapped the book closed and shuffled it to the side, then faced the jedi opposite him and waited, eyes strangely glazed over.

Master Kenobi simply nodded. In one swift motion, pulled the book he has been reading and opened it to a random page without laying a hand on the book. "Can you try this Kelvin?" he asked him.

Kelvin watched Kenobi's telekinetic feat for a moment, as if analyzing every possible aspect of the book.

Then, suddenly, his head jerked in the direction of the nearest bookshelves. The books one the shelf started shuffling about as though a horde of little gremlins was trying to find a book in particular, then one book lanced out from the shelf and came to a stop directly in front of Kelvin.

The book then burst open in a flurry of whizzing pages, moving back and forth in the book until Kelvin settled upon a picture of a dancing cowboy.

For a second after this, nothing happened. Then, with nothing more than a twitch of Kelvin's eyebrow, the cowboy leapt out of the pages and started dancing his little jig.

"Hello my baby hello my darlin' hello my ragtime gaaaaal..."

Then the cowboy jumped back into the book and the book shot back to the shelf, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Kelvin returned his gaze to the Jedi before him.

Stevens passed out.

Wintergreen, having seen the entire display, turned back to Kelvin and simply said one word:

"COOL!"

He then went to go check up on Stevens.

Kelvin watched Kenobi's telekinetic feat for a moment, as if analyzing every possible aspect of the book.

Then, suddenly, his head jerked in the direction of the nearest bookshelves. The books one the shelf started shuffling about as though a horde of little gremlins was trying to find a book in particular, then one book lanced out from the shelf and came to a stop directly in front of Kelvin.

The book then burst open in a flurry of whizzing pages, moving back and forth in the book until Kelvin settled upon a picture of a dancing cowboy.

For a second after this, nothing happened. Then, with nothing more than a twitch of Kelvin's eyebrow, the cowboy leapt out of the pages and started dancing his little jig.

"Hello my baby hello my darlin' hello my ragtime gaaaaal..."

Then the cowboy jumped back into the book and the book shot back to the shelf, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Kelvin returned his gaze to the Jedi before him.

Stevens passed out.

Kenobi stared in amazement. "This kid is very very very powerful. Even more powerful than Anakin was in my opinion as well as yoda. Maybe both of them combine." he stated. "You were right to bring this to our attention. He's got to be controlled."

Wintergreen knealt over the unconcious Stevens, nudging his shoulders a bit in an attempt to shake him awake.

"I've never seen him do that before. Me and Cassius only saw him during one of his Painting Sessions and a bit of his Martial Arts training. And judging from Steven's reaction here, he hasn't seen anything like that either. Frankly, we had no idea he even had that capacity. We'd only seen his strength, intuition, and speed, but now I guess we know where his strength comes from, at least. What have you got in mind?"

"I didn't know how to do it," Kelvin said, surprising all of those around him with the almost mechanical nature of his speech.

"Not until they showed me."

"I didn't know how to do it," Kelvin said, surprising all of those around him with the almost mechanical nature of his speech.

"Not until they showed me."

"My friend. You do exhibit a strong aura in the Force. This needs to be controled otherwise you could hurt someone inadvertantly. Would you like us to assist you in this regard?"

"I would like to learn," Kelvin replied. "I like to learn."

"Its... fun."

Stevens finally managed to regain consciousness, staggering to his feet and then giving Kelvin a surprised look as Wintergreen led him to a nearby chair.

"So... that's why I didn't set out a fifth chair," Kelvin said, a grin flashing on his face for mere microseconds. "He would have fallen out of it anyway."

"I would like to learn," Kelvin replied. "I like to learn."

"Its... fun."

Stevens finally managed to regain consciousness, staggering to his feet and then giving Kelvin a surprised look as Wintergreen led him to a nearby chair.

"So... that's why I didn't set out a fifth chair," Kelvin said, a grin flashing on his face for mere microseconds. "He would have fallen out of it anyway."

The three Jedi masters laughed at the comment. "Considering he doesn't talk much, he's got a nice sense of humor" Wu stated.

"Agreed" Windu said.

"Same here. And Kelvin? Your right. Learning is fun. What we do is that we use the force to help others. Never to harm. We only defend ourselves and the citizens, never attack unless its absolutely necessary. Do you understand these things?"

Kelvin pondered for a moment, then mumbled snippets from a quote he'd heard from some of the books he'd read.

"Ultimate power... ultimate responsibility. I believe I understand. The key to the things I can do is in knowing when not to use them. Ultimate wisdom."

Kelvin pondered for a moment, then mumbled snippets from a quote he'd heard from some of the books he'd read.

"Ultimate power... ultimate responsibility. I believe I understand. The key to the things I can do is in knowing when not to use them. Ultimate wisdom."

The three Jedi conferred among themselves!

"This kid will cause us some problems Obi Wan, but not as many as some apprentices."

"I know. This kid is already smarter than most Jedi Masters." He looked at the kid again. "What do you want to do. The decision is ultimately yours. Do you want to know how to use your powers wisely?"

"I wish to be able to understand these powers. With understanding comes control. With control comes... well... wisdom."

Kelvin looked at Stevens for a moment, then continued.

"I want to give something back, but neither do I want to be thought of as a crutch."

Wintergreen elbowed Stevens in the rib. "Tenth grade reading level my ASS!"

A light beeping came from Wintergreen's left pocket.

"Geh... Cassius. Pardon me, gotta take this."

OOC: Good lord these forums scroll fast. Not ten minutes go by and its already closing in on page 3.

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OOC: Relax! I'll get back to this don't worry!

OOC: I know I know, I'm just still not used to forums that book this fast. I'm afraid if I leave it for a little more than an hour the thing will fly off page 12.

OOC: For the record, if/when Kelvin ends up going to another planet, that's when we can assume that "Word Has Gotten Out"

Only in limited measures though. Spies and Assassins at first, and such.

And >bump< again!

Tag. I love SW and this looks very interesting.

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"I wish to be able to understand these powers. With understanding comes control. With control comes... well... wisdom."

Kelvin looked at Stevens for a moment, then continued.

"I want to give something back, but neither do I want to be thought of as a crutch."

Wintergreen elbowed Stevens in the rib. "Tenth grade reading level my ASS!"

Kenobi laughed at Wintergreen. "I think he's off the charts in reading level as well as in his powers." He turns back to Kelvin. "Your right, wisdom and understanding are the two main factors in what we do. We shall teach you to control these powers and to put them to good use."

ooc: the post about his phone call came in the midst of a series of bumps, so it might've gotten lost in the commotion :p

Wintergreen snapped closed his small cellcomm after a few seconds, then placed it back in his pocket with a slight sigh.

"Okay, now that that's settled, Cassius wants me to ask one small question: Where? Are you gonna do it here? Or on Corneliuan Prime? Either place is fine, but we'd prefer to be able to keep a token Godulan presence in any event."

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ooc: the post about his phone call came in the midst of a series of bumps, so it might've gotten lost in the commotion :p

Wintergreen snapped closed his small cellcomm after a few seconds, then placed it back in his pocket with a slight sigh.

"Okay, now that that's settled, Cassius wants me to ask one small question: Where? Are you gonna do it here? Or on Corneliuan Prime? Either place is fine, but we'd prefer to be able to keep a token Godulan presence in any event."

"We'll do it on Corneliuan Prime. We have facilities for this. Your free to have an observer if you like but do not interfear with the training." Kenobi said.

"Oh, we wouldn't dare interfere with the training, though we'll be very pleased to have an observer along so we can learn the training routines ourselves. Even if we can't duplicate every aspect of the training due to our decided lack of people capable of making books float in the air, it would behoove us to at least learn the ins and outs of the process."

Stevens piped up from his seat in the back. "When do you intend to leave, pray tell? I only ask because Kelvin here has... well, I suppose the best way to put it is that he's been ready since he arrived here. No personal items in his room whatsoever, and he's kept it as clean as the day he showed up on our doorstep..." he paused for a moment and thought about what he'd just said, then turned to Kelvin. "Sunnuva... he knew from the beginning!"

Kelvin shrugged.

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"Apparently he did. You are of course free to come along. I think its high time that we do begin training this person. He'll need to be brought forth before the council first however.

Wintergreen nodded. "Whichever whenever. I'll go make the preparations for your trip back. You'll be back on Corneliuan Prime before the day is out."

He brought out his CellComm and began speaking into it.

"StarNaval command? Yeah, need an escort group for our three distinguished friends, plus one kid and a few observers. A DawnRunner fleet should do. What's that? War? What war? When the hell did THAT break out? We've got plenty DawnRunner fleets, one shouldn't be too much of a stretch! Look, if Corbox has a problem with it he can damn well take it up with me! What's that? Oh hi Corbox! So how many DawnRunners are you using? TWO? And you don't like me just taking one? Look, if shit goes down real bad, you can call them back. Until then we're just sending the one fleet to escort our prestigious friends from Corneliu back home with a child that YOU should pay more attention to, and they're just gonna be observing stuff after!... Oh don't sulk you whiner. Keep in mind I've worked with you for TOO damn long... oh... that's cold... that's cold... see if you get any vacation time for the next sixty years, mister NOT AN ARCHON. Yeah I thought that would get your attention. I don't want to hear it! I just want a damn DawnRunner fleet! THANK YOU! BYE NOW!"

Wintergreen slapped his CellComm closed and then jammed it back into his pocket. Offering an embarassed grin to the three guests, "Like I said, you'll be home before the day is out. Yeesh, that guy is hard to work with when he hasn't had his morning coffee."

And Wintergreen lived up to his word. The landing shuttle touched down at the drop coordinates on Corneliuan Prime just as the internal chronometers hit 11:58 PM. Letting off the three Jedi Masters, their new charge, and a trio of Godulan observers who even now were taking notes with ferocious abandon.

OOC: Right about this time people can start noticing Kelvin's presence in the universe. A child with his strength in the force has GOT to make some waves.

The 3 Jedi Masters walked off the shuttle with their new charge intoe and made their way back to the Jedi Temple.

Padawans were waiting for them as they stepped off and took their baggage.

"Thank you young padawans." Kenobi stated as they made their way inside the temple.

"Kelvin, welcome to the Jedi Temple. We will show you how to control your abilities and use them for the force of good." Kenobi stated, "We will show you around the temple and if you would like, around Liberty City. All of our padawans are encouraged to explore the city."

"Of course," Kelvin replied. He looked up into the sky with a musing look.

"I can see them," he said, "Everyone. Its not like this on Godulan Earth. There are no other inhabited worlds but ours. Here, it is full of people. I can see them, on other worlds... glowing like stars."

Suddenly, his gaze focused on a particular section of sky and he pointed.

"There. Something out in that direction glows... wrong... I know that glow."

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"Of course," Kelvin replied. He looked up into the sky with a musing look.

"I can see them," he said, "Everyone. Its not like this on Godulan Earth. There are no other inhabited worlds but ours. Here, it is full of people. I can see them, on other worlds... glowing like stars."

Suddenly, his gaze focused on a particular section of sky and he pointed.

"There. Something out in that direction glows... wrong... I know that glow."

"What is it young padawan?" Kenobi asked

"It is... Obsidian..."

He looked at the three Jedi Masters with a worried expression, then back to that particular spot in the sky.

"My brother... he followed me. I do not know how, but he followed me."

Looking back to the masters again, "A warning. Do not try to find him. He will not turn, and eventually he will find me. He is not dark side, he is simply... primal. I am control and precision, he is power overwhelming. I am a scalpel, he is a rampaging tornado.

"And right now, he is very far away, when he gets close, either you will know it, or I will tell you. Now, I want to see this Jedi Temple..."

"It is... Obsidian..."

He looked at the three Jedi Masters with a worried expression, then back to that particular spot in the sky.

"My brother... he followed me. I do not know how, but he followed me."

Looking back to the masters again, "A warning. Do not try to find him. He will not turn, and eventually he will find me. He is not dark side, he is simply... primal. I am control and precision, he is power overwhelming. I am a scalpel, he is a rampaging tornado.

"And right now, he is very far away, when he gets close, either you will know it, or I will tell you. Now, I want to see this Jedi Temple..."

Kenobi looked at Windu. "You better tell Admiral Server about this. He needs to be notified so that we can prepare."

"Right."

As Windu walked off, Kenobi turned back towards Kelvin. "Ok young padawan. Let us go inside and I will give you a tour of the facility."

With that he led them all into the main hall of the Jedi Temple. "This is our lobby. People come here to see the facilities and we do give tours of our complex but they don't get to see all of it. You will see a good portion of it because you'll be living here. The stuff you'll see on this tour will be the training rooms, the library, the Jedi archives, and your quarters. Before we proceed to the main training room, do you have any questions?"

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Meanwhile, Master Windu got in to see Admiral James Server and explained what Kelvin told them.

"So you see sir, we do not know the precise threat but from what Kelvin was telling us, he could be a threat.

"Well there isn't much that I can do."

"We figured as such but we felt it prudent to tell you since you are the head of the military after all."

"And you were right to bring this to my attention. I'll talk to my staff and see what we can do if anything."

"Very well sir. Thank you."

"Your welcome."

Windu bowed and left the military complex and proceeded back to the Jedi Temple.

"No sir, although I am interested in the library and archives. I am always looking for more reading material."

"No sir, although I am interested in the library and archives. I am always looking for more reading material."

"In that case then, we'll start our tour at the library. It is full of information about alien races and other cultures as well as geography. Anything you need to know about any race or culture can be found inside the library."

He led them down the main corridor and stopped at the library's main entrance. "While here, you can look around and look at books and check them out if necessary. Of to the right of this, is the bookstore where you can purchase books too on just about any subject." He then entered the library. "Go ahead and look around Kelvin. I'll be over in the research section looking up some information."

Kelvin wandered over to a nearby bookshelf as Kenobi left and sniffed at the books for a moment. Then, looking around at the enormous number of tomes present in the library that he could see, a single book lanced out from a far away shelf, nearly clunking a passing girl on the head as it bolted past, but merely ruffling her hair and eliciting a startled squeak.

He gave the girl something close to a sheepish grin as he snatched the book out of the air and laid it down on a nearby table. He settled down to begin reading, then looked at the book quizzically.

"Chiss Military Tactics and Philosophy? Why would I want to read this book?" He opened it and began reading in his own unnaturally swift manner.

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The book flew past Erica's head and she felt the brush as it went by.

"What the..." She saw the book end its flight at a young boy and she went over to him.

"Hello. I'm Erica Server. Please try not to use your jedi abilities in here. A person could get hurt."

Kelvin gave Erica another sheepish grin as he looked back up from the book. He was already on page 75.

"I'm sorry about that. I saw all these books and decided to let... my abilities... figure out which book would be most interesting to read first. I wasn't quite expecting it to come from so far away. I can assure you that if you were in any real danger though, it would have veered around... at least it has all the other times I did it...

He thought for a moment, "Oh! My name is Kelvin... Kelvin Majestatus... I'm kinda new here. Just got in from Godulan Earth." He struck a mock pose of pride and continued: "They say I'm an 'Anomaly'!"

Kelvin gave Erica another sheepish grin as he looked back up from the book. He was already on page 75.

"I'm sorry about that. I saw all these books and decided to let... my abilities... figure out which book would be most interesting to read first. I wasn't quite expecting it to come from so far away. I can assure you that if you were in any real danger though, it would have veered around... at least it has all the other times I did it...

He thought for a moment, "Oh! My name is Kelvin... Kelvin Majestatus... I'm kinda new here. Just got in from Godulan Earth." He struck a mock pose of pride and continued: "They say I'm an 'Anomaly'!"

"Well it is an honor to meet you Kelvin. If you need anything, please let me know. My husband is also a jedi and is currently away on business." She stated. "But please, if your going to use your talents here, make sure that there are no heads in the way." She smiled at him. "And besides, how are you an anomaly? From my perspective, you have special talents that'll benefit your people.

At that moment, Master Kenobi walked over. "Is there a problem madam?"

"No no problem at all Master Kenobi. Was just talking to Kelvin here. He's a strong one I can tell you that."

"So he is." Kenobi said.

"Well I must be off. Gotta go see what the kids are up to."

"Take care madam." He bowed as she walked away.

OOC: WHAT?! Why didn't I see this?! *grumbles about the lax intelligence.*

IC:
I was buried, literally buried under a stack of paperwork in my auxiliary office on Yavin IV (faxed in from Wayland). Even with my skills in the Force, it was a lot to do, but with a liberal dose of Force Speed and telekinesis, I managed to get the paper down to slightly more manageable levels. One piece of paper, stamped a couple of days ago, intruged me.

We have a situation.

It has come to our attention that a child appears to have shown a massive aptitude in what you would call 'the force'. The strength of this aptitude, judging from preliminary comparative analyses, is quoted as either 'off the scale or on the edge'. We have no expertise or equipment on how to deal with such a thing, and are therefore asking for assistance from any of our allies in respect to this issue.

We will transport any qualified participants to the school where this boy resides, where such individuals can witness and interpret the boy's strengths firsthand. We are also requesting that a willing participant take this boy under their wing and show him the various applications of this 'force'.

We await further communications, and hopefully a solution.

I checked the nation it came from: Godular. Interesting, for as far as I knew, no Jedi has ever come from Godular. I decided to take action and send back a message, while simentaneously firing off a message to the Council.

Hello, this is the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. We have recieved your message, and if another academy or temple hasn't taken the child in yet, we would like to test the boy, and if sufficient, will begin training him in the ways of the Force should he choose to accept. We await your message as soon as possible. Thank you.

"So... it is all about 'the art'," Kelvin said as he zoomed through several more pages, "strikes me as a Tai-Chi approach to large scale combat. How novel."

He looked back to Kenobi. "I must apologize, I let my... head... do the thinking on which of these books I would want to look at first, and it 'selected' a book that just happened to be on the opposite side of the chamber. The book came to me, but it ruffled her hair on the way over. I know it would have veered off if she were in any real danger of getting struck by a book traveling at seventy kilometers an hour, but it still startled her."

He bookmarked his place in the present book and held it up. "Can I take this book to read in my... um... room? This really IS an interesting read. Who is this 'Thrawn' person?"

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Meanwhilst, back on Godulan Earth, Cassius was filtering through several pages of dispatches carried over from Merchant Vessels and Couriers. Cargo Inventories, Trade Manifests, Abridged News Stories, Message From Jedi Academy on Yavin IV, Several Pages of Political Cartoons, The Latest Physical Science Journals... waitaminute...

Cassius blinked for a moment, noting that he'd missed something. He flipped back until he got to the message from Yavin IV.

"Daniel Masaki? Ain't he working for the Empire... at the moment?" he read through the message for a minute or two, then re-read it, then read it once again for no apparent reason. "Eh, well, in any case, I at least have an excuse..."

He brought out a small piece of fine paper that smelt oddly of blueberry muffins... "GEH! So THAT'S where I put them!"... and wrote down a small reply:

To The Jedi Academy On Yavin IV:

Unfortunately, the child has already been tested and taken to another academy. It may please or disconcert you to know that Jedi Master Kenobi thought that he was something of a Paragon. I'm told the 'Poltergeist Frenzy/Dancing Cowboy' is what did it. I did not witness the incident myself, but I understand it was quite spectacular.

Apologies for not being able to send with better news, however, if you wish to view the child's progress, you have merely to travel to Corneliuan Prime.

Respectfully:

Soon enough, a message was sent back. "Corneliu, eh? I think I might like to see this kid, if Master Kenobi's training him..."

I had Rocky prep my X-wing, and letting the paperwork sit on my desk, I headed down to the hangar, and headed into my familiar starfighter. I hopped into the cockpit, and was granted clearance for takeoff. Flying out of the large gravity wells, I made the jump to hyperspace and entered a meditation trance, telling Rocky to wake me up after the 5 hour long trip to Corneliuan Prime.

Kenobi looked at Kelvin. "Sure you can take that back to your room. If you like, we can go there next or would you like to see some of our training rooms as well as the Jedi Archives?"

Up in space traffic control, the people were moving about with a sense of urgency. This is the most busiest spaceport in the country and the slightest misstep could spell disaster. Another thing hampering them is that a state of emergency is in effect and therefor, the planetary defenses are online causing certain spacelanes to be restricted to only military/jedi use. This is causing a backlog of traffic for the other lanes.

"I would like to see the archives next, if that's all right. Is it a more... in-depth version of the Library? Or does it focus on different content? Having TWO sources of study material is something of a boon for me, I suspect. The library will likely not last the year with me.

"I also look forward to the training rooms. I am not certain how well I would do, as the martial arts teachers back on Godulan Earth said that I had mastered all the techniques better than they could. I am still not quite sure I believe them, so I suppose you could say this place would be a 'second opinion'."

He picked up his book and walked over to Kenobi.

"My room can wait. The only time I used my room in the progress school was when I needed to sleep, anyway."

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Meanwhilst, in the flagship of the DawnRunner fleet keeping station overhead, Lemann Krenzler sat in his command chair, staring at the floor and rubbing his temples. Considering his robotic body, the gesture only did him some good in a habitual sense.

"Any news on the kid?" he managed after some effort.

"WELL..." the intelligence adjutant replied, "Only thing of note so far is that the kid durn near clocked a relative of the President with a flying book. Its hard to keep tabs though, the few surveillance robots we sent in are falling victim to... uh... ninjanitors with fly swatters."

"You didn't TELL them what type of 'observers' we'd be sending in?"

"You told us to be inobtrusive."

"We said THEY would be inobtrusive! Send the Jedi Academy a message that the flies are ours and that they're just there to keep an eye on the kid, and to please please please not kill them. They're actually good gardening instruments..."

He snapped his fingers, as if remembering something in his headache-clouded memory, then turned to the comms adjutant. "Speaking of rooting things, any response from the government about why everything got so uptight all of a sudden? Its only gotten more crowded up here since we sent it, so something big is going down."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" Rocky screeched.

I stirred awake, realizing that I'm in my X-wing, and 5 minutes away from reversion to the system. I took the stick, and as soon as the fighter computer chimed, I pushed the hyperspace lever until it locked, reverting to realspace at Corneliuan Prime. I put on my IFF code (the one for the Academy and Core space, not the one for the Empire) and commed my intention to land at the Jedi Academy.

"I would like to see the archives next, if that's all right. Is it a more... in-depth version of the Library? Or does it focus on different content? Having TWO sources of study material is something of a boon for me, I suspect. The library will likely not last the year with me.

"I also look forward to the training rooms. I am not certain how well I would do, as the martial arts teachers back on Godulan Earth said that I had mastered all the techniques better than they could. I am still not quite sure I believe them, so I suppose you could say this place would be a 'second opinion'."

He picked up his book and walked over to Kenobi.

"My room can wait. The only time I used my room in the progress school was when I needed to sleep, anyway."

"Well to answer your first question, the Jedi Archives is the history of the Corneliuan Jedi Knights. It goes through their missions, their histories, lessons learned, etc. Some of it is classified to those that are not knights or masters so you will not be able to access some of the materials.

"As for the training rooms, you will learn how to handle a lightsaber and unarmed combat. You will also learn meditation techniques for a variety of reasons from stress to combat. Once you see them, I will show you to your room.

At that moment, his communicator beeped. After listening for a few minutes, he scowled. "On Second thought, Master Windu will finish showing you around! I have to go meet someone." And with that, he bowed to Windu and left for the pads.
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Meanwhilst, in the flagship of the DawnRunner fleet keeping station overhead, Lemann Krenzler sat in his command chair, staring at the floor and rubbing his temples. Considering his robotic body, the gesture only did him some good in a habitual sense.

"Any news on the kid?" he managed after some effort.

"WELL..." the intelligence adjutant replied, "Only thing of note so far is that the kid durn near clocked a relative of the President with a flying book. Its hard to keep tabs though, the few surveillance robots we sent in are falling victim to... uh... ninjanitors with fly swatters."

"You didn't TELL them what type of 'observers' we'd be sending in?"

"You told us to be inobtrusive."

"We said THEY would be inobtrusive! Send the Jedi Academy a message that the flies are ours and that they're just there to keep an eye on the kid, and to please please please not kill them. They're actually good gardening instruments..."

When the academy received the messege, they replied. "Will do. Next time tell us these things otherwise, they'll get slaughtered."

He snapped his fingers, as if remembering something in his headache-clouded memory, then turned to the comms adjutant. "Speaking of rooting things, any response from the government about why everything got so uptight all of a sudden? Its only gotten more crowded up here since we sent it, so something big is going down."

The Military Space Station that was in communique with the Godular Fleet responded to their request.

"I'm sorry for the delay sir but I have just been given clearence to tell you! We are now in the process of liberating CoreWorlds and since our nation is in a state of war, regulations dictate said restriction."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!" Rocky screeched.

I stirred awake, realizing that I'm in my X-wing, and 5 minutes away from reversion to the system. I took the stick, and as soon as the fighter computer chimed, I pushed the hyperspace lever until it locked, reverting to realspace at Corneliuan Prime. I put on my IFF code (the one for the Academy and Core space, not the one for the Empire) and commed my intention to land at the Jedi Academy.

The fighter was picked up on scanners, followed by the communique.

"This is Corneliuan Space Traffic Control to Star Fighter. You are to follow Academy Vector Zulu 4 5 9 Alfa. Follow the said vector strictly otherwise you will be blown out of space."

I vectored in on the beacon alloted, and flew very carefully to the academy. I'd hate to fight my way out of my relatives' fleet. I understood that there is a war going on, though. I flew down into the atmosphere and towards the academy itself. Not much later, I landed and disembarked the X-wing.

I vectored in on the beacon alloted, and flew very carefully to the academy. I'd hate to fight my way out of my relatives' fleet. I understood that there is a war going on, though. I flew down into the atmosphere and towards the academy itself. Not much later, I landed and disembarked the X-wing.

Meeting him at the landing platform was Jedi Master Kenobi.

"Welcome to Corneliuan Prime Daniel. I'm going to have to ask you to submit to a security scan. I know that your a relative of the President but right now, your country is under the control of the Empire and well, we just don't trust you. I'm sure that you can understand."

"I understand, Master." I said. Of course, another part of my mind was screaming: "THE Master Kenobi? Quick, ask for an autograph! Ask him how he came back!"

That was the subconsious. The conscious was like: "Cool. Legends alive. Where's Luke?"

"I understand, Master." I said. Of course, another part of my mind was screaming: "THE Master Kenobi? Quick, ask for an autograph! Ask him how he came back!"

That was the subconsious. The conscious was like: "Cool. Legends alive. Where's Luke?"

When the scans were concluded, Kenobi led him down the walkway towards the Academy.

"Now why are you here?"

"I heard a report of a special child from a nation called Godular, and decided to investigate, especially before the rest of the Empire comes sniffing for Force-sensitives to use. How good is he?" I asked.

"I heard a report of a special child from a nation called Godular, and decided to investigate, especially before the rest of the Empire comes sniffing for Force-sensitives to use. How good is he?" I asked.

"We don't know how good he is. He hasn't been fully tested yet. Right now, he is getting a tour of the facility. Don't bother trying to find him. He's surrounded by people who'll sense the probe and dispell it. Remember that your not trusted right now so I wouldn't count on the fact to know everything. If the Empire DOES come sniffing around, I'm sure you know how bad our planetary defenses are against outside threats."

"Alright." I said. At least I'm working hard to have the Black Order stay neutral in this conflict...

"Alright." I said. At least I'm working hard to have the Black Order stay neutral in this conflict...

"I'll have someone show you to your quarters then. Contact me if you need me." With that, he walks away.

"Yes, Master." I said, waiting around here for someone to come.

A Jedi Padawan approached.

"Master if you follow me, I'll show you to your room."

He led him inside the complex and showed him to the guest quarters and one suited to a jedi master.

"Here you go sir. I'm sure you know the rules of the establishment. Enjoy your stay."

Master. Yeah, I do like the sound of that, despite my youth. "Thank you, Padawan."

Nice place here. I parked my bag besides the bed, and didn't bother to unpack, since I'm probably not going to stay for more than a few days.

I haven't seen this Academy in a while, so I'm a little rusty on where everything is. Good thing the main halls have a map. Ok...take a left, then up, and you'll see the practice rooms. I grinned. It'd be nice to see how the Padawans are stacking up today.

Up on the Flagship of the DawnRunner fleet keeping watch overhead, Lemann Krenzler finished off his latest cup of pepper coffee spiced with asprin.

"Sir! Response from Government!"

Lemann looked as though the comms adjutant had just blown an airhorn in his ear. "Ow... Remind me to kill you when this headache calms down."

"Sorry sir. We got a response from the government. Says they're working on Liberating CoreWorlds from Imperial control. They're at war."

The sound of a shattering coffee mug resounded through the chamber. Lemann sat on his command console, completely motionless. Then, without warning, he rocketed to his feet and shrieked "PRAISE THE ARCHONS, I'M A-CURED!"

The comms adjutant broke the startled silence first, "Reply, sir?"

"Ask if they need us. We've got two DawnRunner fleets in PrimeSpace as it is, and can have up to ten more in short order, and any way ya slice that, somebody's gonna get their ass kicked."

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The Archive left Kelvin feeling somewhat cheated, as he was not allowed to access everything he would have liked, however, he felt that the library more than made up for that slight.

The Training rooms surprised him, however. He found himself analyzing the various trainees as they sparred about in the expansive chamber, and within several seconds had discerned strengths and weaknesses in every single trainee's techniques. Seeing so many of them bouncing about and whirling and kicking and punching and swinging things held his attention almost as much as the library did.

"I see many of the styles I learned back in the Progress School... but there are some I can't recognize. Are some of these unarmed styles jedi-originated?"

The male Server twin was up in the practice room training with a few of his friends when he sees Daniel Masaki enter.

"What do you want traitor?" He stated.

Up on the Flagship of the DawnRunner fleet keeping watch overhead, Lemann Krenzler finished off his latest cup of pepper coffee spiced with asprin.

"Sir! Response from Government!"

Lemann looked as though the comms adjutant had just blown an airhorn in his ear. "Ow... Remind me to kill you when this headache calms down."

"Sorry sir. We got a response from the government. Says they're working on Liberating CoreWorlds from Imperial control. They're at war."

The sound of a shattering coffee mug resounded through the chamber. Lemann sat on his command console, completely motionless. Then, without warning, he rocketed to his feet and shrieked "PRAISE THE ARCHONS, I'M A-CURED!"

The comms adjutant broke the startled silence first, "Reply, sir?"

"Ask if they need us. We've got two DawnRunner fleets in PrimeSpace as it is, and can have up to ten more in short order, and any way ya slice that, somebody's gonna get their ass kicked."

"Not at this time sir."

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The Archive left Kelvin feeling somewhat cheated, as he was not allowed to access everything he would have liked, however, he felt that the library more than made up for that slight.

The Training rooms surprised him, however. He found himself analyzing the various trainees as they sparred about in the expansive chamber, and within several seconds had discerned strengths and weaknesses in every single trainee's techniques. Seeing so many of them bouncing about and whirling and kicking and punching and swinging things held his attention almost as much as the library did.

"I see many of the styles I learned back in the Progress School... but there are some I can't recognize. Are some of these unarmed styles jedi-originated?"

"Yes they are young one." Windu stated. "We train in arm and un armed combat. It keeps things fresh. Over there is one of Admiral Server's kids. And..." He cuts off as he sees Masaki.

"It's actually taking bits from all over the galaxy." I said, walking up to the boy, Kelvin, is it? "But most of the martial arts you'll see is derived from a form called Teras Kasi, which is similar to, uh, Kung Fu or Karate in some respects."

"Now as for the lightsaber styles, there are seven. I (1) is the basics style, going back to the early days when Jedi used metal swords. We still use it for every beginner.
II (2) is basically fencing, and an expert user could break through the defenses of most Jedi.
III (3) is what most Jedi study, due to it's emphasis on defense. It's optimized for blocking blaster bolts, so a III user would have trouble with a II user.
IV (4) is a style that aguments the Force in your movements, giving you a greater ability to quickly dodge with your body, as well as parry blows. It's also considered the fastest style. The greatest master of all, Master Yoda, was a Form IV user.
V (5) takes Form III and turns it into what is known as the "peace through superior firepower" form. It not only allows you to turn blaster bolts upon the enemy, it also gives the user a lot of offensive options in a duel.
VI (6) is called the "Diplomat's" form, and it takes I, III, and IV, in equal styles. It's mostly used for Jedi who aren't as good with lightsabers as others, but many Jedi nowadays don't use it, because it doesn't help you defend much.
Now, Form VII (7) is considered the hardest to master, and few have ever done so. Master Windu is one of them. It's basic philosophy is "maximum efficiency through minimum effort". And it's also the form that skirts closest to the Dark Side, so use it with caution."

The male Server twin was up in the practice room training with a few of his friends when he sees Daniel Masaki enter.

"What do you want traitor?" He stated.
"Just watching." I replied cooly. "That's not a crime, is it not?"

"Yes they are young one." Windu stated. "We train in arm and un armed combat. It keeps things fresh. Over there is one of Admiral Server's kids. And..." He cuts off as he sees Masaki.
"Hello, Master Windu." I said.

"Just watching." I replied cooly. "That's not a crime, is it not?"

"Hello, Master Windu." I said.[/QUOTE]

Only if your a spy working for the Empire. Don't deny it Masaki! Your planet is under the control of the Empire so I have to question, Why are you here?"

"Enough Padawan. I think your father would've smacked you for your insolence." He turned to Daniel. "Its an honor to meet you Jedi Knight Masaki. I will apologize..."

"Don't apologize for me master." he stated. He turned back to Masaki. "Let me see how good you really are traitor." He tossed a stun stick to Masaki as he arms himself.

Only if your a spy working for the Empire. Don't deny it Masaki! Your planet is under the control of the Empire so I have to question, Why are you here?"

"Enough Padawan. I think your father would've smacked you for your insolence." He turned to Daniel. "Its an honor to meet you Jedi Knight Masaki. I will apologize..."

"Don't apologize for me master." he stated. He turned back to Masaki. "Let me see how good you really are traitor." He tossed a stun stick to Masaki as he arms himself.
Ahh, cousin, my cousin, if you only knew what I've gone through. I thought, though it did hurt. I grabbed the stick and moved to the mat, then saluted.

He saluted back and waited. Master Windu and Kelvin watched as the two people are about to spar. Master Windu raised his hands and beckoned everyone over to watch.

"Watch these two fight and see why you never should give into your anger." He stated.

He saluted back and waited. Master Windu and Kelvin watched as the two people are about to spar. Master Windu raised his hands and beckoned everyone over to watch.

"Watch these two fight and see why you never should give into your anger." He stated.
I awaited the signal, getting into a classic Form II stance. Sword-arm side of the body turned towards the opponent, in my case it's right. It looks like it gives my opponent a wide opening, but in reality, it's an illusion, giving the opponent a smaller profile for which he will have to attack.

Thomas sensing what his opponet was doing feinted going after the smaller profile but came around towards the back and swung with the power of the force behind him but keeping alert in case he gets attacked.

Dang... y'all write fast... this one whiffed about 8 posts, Editing to match... um... times...

Kelvin watched the sparring match after having filed away the impromptu lecture in the deep recesses of his memory. Within approximately several seconds, he understood that the Newcomer was somewhat stronger than his opponent, but also that both were leaving themselves open in several areas as the fight progressed.

I moved to parry Thomas' blow, and pushed it aside, giving some room for a thrust towards the abdomen.

He blocked the shot and forced pushed Daniel away from him. He then leaps into the air and brings down his stun stick.

Not bad. I turned the push into a back fall, and rolled backwards before he could strike, then gripping the hilt with both hands, I struck from my kneeling position like a snake for his ribs.

The shot slipped through his defenses and struck him, knocking him down to the ground.

He slowly gets up to his feet. "Good job cousin. I see that you still have what it takes to win a fight." He bowed before him.

"Padawans! That is what happens when you let anger dictate your actions. You'll lose the fight." Master Windu stated.

Ack... think I whoopsied in the confusion... sec...

Kelvin watched the scene, no emotion evident on his face.

"May I try?"

"Thank you." I bowed as well.

Kelvin repeated himself, more enthusiastically this time:

"I would like very much to try this. It is much more fast paced that I would have expected."

Master Windu continued.

"What you just saw is anger in motion. Padawan Server here was in an angry mood when he challenged Knight Masaki. When you fight, make sure it is with a clear mind. Do your best to not to get angry when your fighting. I do know that when you get hurt, you tend to fight in a more angerly manner. Avoid it at all cost."

"Yes Master" all the padawans stated.

"Daniel, do you have anything to say to this collection of learners? I'm sure that they can learn from your experiences."

Kelvin repeated himself, more enthusiastically this time:

"I would like very much to try this. It is much more fast paced that I would have expected."

Windu turned to him. "All in good time my young apprentice. All in good time. With that, you have my word."

Master Windu continued.

"What you just saw is anger in motion. Padawan Server here was in an angry mood when he challenged Knight Masaki. When you fight, make sure it is with a clear mind. Do your best to not to get angry when your fighting. I do know that when you get hurt, you tend to fight in a more angerly manner. Avoid it at all cost."

"Yes Master" all the padawans stated.

"Daniel, do you have anything to say to this collection of learners? I'm sure that they can learn from your experiences."
"Basically, like Master Windu said, keep a cool head in a fight, don't get worked up by taunts or other ways to make you angry. And let the Force be your guide in all respects." I said.

Kelvin nodded for a moment. Noting that his instructors back in the Progress School had told him very nearly the exact same thing.

"Although, the important thing is to never get into the fight into the first place."

Kelvin nodded for a moment. Noting that his instructors back in the Progress School had told him very nearly the exact same thing.

"Although, the important thing is to never get into the fight into the first place."
I nodded. "Good one, Kelvin. That is why we are keepers of the peace first."

"May I ask a question? If preserving peace is the jedi's goal, why is it that the jedi utilize such a devastating weapon as the LightSaber?"

Kelvin's eyes seemed somewhat dull as he asked the question.

"May I ask a question? If preserving peace is the jedi's goal, why is it that the jedi utilize such a devastating weapon as the LightSaber?"

Kelvin's eyes seemed somewhat dull as he asked the question.
He's good. "Very good question. And it's a question each and every one of you should ask."

I moved to the center of the circle of students, making sure that no one is in my arc. Then, I ignited my sapphire-blue blade, listening to it's familiar humming sound.

"The Lightsaber is said to be an elegant weapon, for a more civilized age. Not as random or clumsy as blasters, but a weapon that requires a cut above the rest to use. It is a symbol of our dedication to preserving, protecting and defending life. When a person thinks of a Jedi, the first thing they usually think of is the lightsaber, because it is not only a formidable weapon, but it is the light that shines a path that the Dark Side covers with evil. Understanding it so far?"

Kelvin immediately fixed his gaze upon the shaft of blue light, focusing upon the very fabric of its existence. He listened intently to the hum of the blade, the warmth it emitted, every possible aspect of the sword.

For no apparent reason at all, he sent out feelers to probe the blade, letting his mind take in everything it could about the blade. After what felt like an eternity to Kelvin, the feelers drew back, and he... knew.

"I understand..." he said, having taken in the whole statement, yet meaning something else entirely.

I nodded. "Good one, Kelvin. That is why we are keepers of the peace first."

"To bad you didn't keep the peace and keep your nation free" Thomas stated still smarting a bruised rib and ego.

Kelvin began to stare at his hands, working his fingers intently. He knew what he wanted to make, but he didn't quite yet know how. All he needed to do was test himself... learn the process.

After some precision and effort with a small section of his mind, a small spark popped and fizzled in his hand. He grinned happily. "Yes, I definitely understand now."

His eyes went dull with concentration, as he worked out the final steps of the process, then pointed his hand forward.

A shaft of prismatic light some four feet long erupted from the palm of his hand, splaying blues and reds throughout its being as Kelvin refined his creation down to something resembling a needle of eldritch light. Letting it grow to the size of a typical lightsaber blade, he grinned happily at his accomplishment, and worked his hand so that it grasped the base of the blade as if it had a handle.

He tapped the blade forward a couple times, testing the noises it made, and somewhat mezmerized by the undulating colors swirling about in the blade.

Then he began to push himself somewhat further. Shortening the blade and adding strength to the top created an axe shape, adding further strength to the top and extending the blade below his hand created something of a makeshift scythe, and after a couple seconds of concentration, a trident came into being.

Grinning madly with glee, he dispelled the blade and looked at Master Windu.

"I do not believe I will need a lightsaber, Master Windu."

Kelvin began to stare at his hands, working his fingers intently. He knew what he wanted to make, but he didn't quite yet know how. All he needed to do was test himself... learn the process.

After some precision and effort with a small section of his mind, a small spark popped and fizzled in his hand. He grinned happily. "Yes, I definitely understand now."

His eyes went dull with concentration, as he worked out the final steps of the process, then pointed his hand forward.

A shaft of prismatic light some four feet long erupted from the palm of his hand, splaying blues and reds throughout its being as Kelvin refined his creation down to something resembling a needle of eldritch light. Letting it grow to the size of a typical lightsaber blade, he grinned happily at his accomplishment, and worked his hand so that it grasped the base of the blade as if it had a handle.

He tapped the blade forward a couple times, testing the noises it made, and somewhat mezmerized by the undulating colors swirling about in the blade.

Then he began to push himself somewhat further. Shortening the blade and adding strength to the top created an axe shape, adding further strength to the top and extending the blade below his hand created something of a makeshift scythe, and after a couple seconds of concentration, a trident came into being.

Grinning madly with glee, he dispelled the blade and looked at Master Windu.

"I do not believe I will need a lightsaber, Master Windu."

OOC: When did I say he could build a Lightsaber?

OOC: He didn't. He kinda just conjured one. Ever play Legacy of Kain, Soul Reaver?

OOC: He didn't. He kinda just conjured one. Ever play Legacy of Kain, Soul Reaver?

OOC: Nope!

OOC: Raziel, main character of the game, had an magic blade of energy that essentially jutted out of his palm. He couldn't throw it, but he could dispell it, and for the most part it was just an extension of him.

Kelvin has sorta learned something similar.

OOC: Raziel, main character of the game, had an magic blade of energy that essentially jutted out of his palm. He couldn't throw it, but he could dispell it, and for the most part it was just an extension of him.

Kelvin has sorta learned something similar.

Should've warned me but I think I will let this go if CoreWorlds doesn't mind it either.

OOC: He mainly just did it to see if he could. His personal opinion is that he doesn't like lightsabers in general, and would only decide to bring it out if absolutely positively super-hyper-mega-uber-utterly necessary.

Kelvin immediately fixed his gaze upon the shaft of blue light, focusing upon the very fabric of its existence. He listened intently to the hum of the blade, the warmth it emitted, every possible aspect of the sword.

For no apparent reason at all, he sent out feelers to probe the blade, letting his mind take in everything it could about the blade. After what felt like an eternity to Kelvin, the feelers drew back, and he... knew.

"I understand..." he said, having taken in the whole statement, yet meaning something else entirely.
"We draw our blades only in the gravest of circumstances, when we need to preserve the lives of our own, or of others." I said solemnly. "That is the mark of a Jedi."

"To bad you didn't keep the peace and keep your nation free" Thomas stated still smarting a bruised rib and ego.
I scowled at Thomas, thinking that I'd need to talk to Admiral Server about his attitude. "So you think we didn't fight to keep Coreworlds free? You think billions of people just wanted to get killed by the Death Star when it showed up at Juria? You think I wanted to let the Empire torture me and kill my father before the Emperor's throne? There are other ways to fight tyranny, than just fighting openly and throwing men at your enemies, you know. Sure, we surrendered when our last bastion of defense was surrounded on all sides by the Empire, but if we hadn't, we would have been dead, and so would you. Now, we fight in the courts and the Senate, trading guns for pens. Fewer casualties, too."

Kelvin began to stare at his hands, working his fingers intently. He knew what he wanted to make, but he didn't quite yet know how. All he needed to do was test himself... learn the process.

After some precision and effort with a small section of his mind, a small spark popped and fizzled in his hand. He grinned happily. "Yes, I definitely understand now."

His eyes went dull with concentration, as he worked out the final steps of the process, then pointed his hand forward.

A shaft of prismatic light some four feet long erupted from the palm of his hand, splaying blues and reds throughout its being as Kelvin refined his creation down to something resembling a needle of eldritch light. Letting it grow to the size of a typical lightsaber blade, he grinned happily at his accomplishment, and worked his hand so that it grasped the base of the blade as if it had a handle.

He tapped the blade forward a couple times, testing the noises it made, and somewhat mezmerized by the undulating colors swirling about in the blade.

Then he began to push himself somewhat further. Shortening the blade and adding strength to the top created an axe shape, adding further strength to the top and extending the blade below his hand created something of a makeshift scythe, and after a couple seconds of concentration, a trident came into being.

Grinning madly with glee, he dispelled the blade and looked at Master Windu.

"I do not believe I will need a lightsaber, Master Windu."
"Now, that, has got to be the coolest thing I have ever seen." I grinned to the boy.

Kelvin held his hand. "I did not know if I could do it until I tried. I know how to make it, to change its shape, but I am not certain why it chooses to be so kaleidoscopic in nature. Its almost... hypnotic."

He looked to Master Windu once again and continued: "I find myself enthusiastic to see what else I can learn here..."

I scowled at Thomas, thinking that I'd need to talk to Admiral Server about his attitude. "So you think we didn't fight to keep Coreworlds free? You think billions of people just wanted to get killed by the Death Star when it showed up at Juria? You think I wanted to let the Empire torture me and kill my father before the Emperor's throne? There are other ways to fight tyranny, than just fighting openly and throwing men at your enemies, you know. Sure, we surrendered when our last bastion of defense was surrounded on all sides by the Empire, but if we hadn't, we would have been dead, and so would you. Now, we fight in the courts and the Senate, trading guns for pens. Fewer casualties, too."

"You never called on us to help you Danny. You know full well our military capabilities and if you had called on us, we wouldn't be liberating you right now. The object is to make sure that you don't get conquered and to do that you sacrifice however many it takes to keep you free. That was how we won the Civil War. A war that you helped in with full knowledge of the sacrifice. My father is away from his family because you were defeated WITHOUT calling on family to help you defeat tyranny."

Kelvin held his hand. "I did not know if I could do it until I tried. I know how to make it, to change its shape, but I am not certain why it chooses to be so kaleidoscopic in nature. Its almost... hypnotic."

He looked to Master Windu once again and continued: "I find myself enthusiastic to see what else I can learn here..."

"You can learn whatever you want to learn. The library and archives are full of learning material. Just pick the specialty you want be it diplomacy, military history, law enforcement, etc etc etc."

He then turned to Thomas.

"ENOUGH padawan Server. You are here to learn. Not settle vindettas. IS THAT CLEAR?"

He nodded but still kept his stare on Masaki!

I sighed. I wonder if he would still be saying that stuff when this planet is under the crosshairs of a Base Delta Zero and he's on it. He'd be practically begging for a surrender, if only to keep the population alive a bit longer. There is a point, at which no matter how much you think sacrifice would be necessary, where people will want to surrender to prevent more deaths. That is, unless there's absolutely no hope of surrender from the enemy force like in the case of the Shivans or the Demons.

"Well Masaki?"

"Well Masaki?"
I turned to my younger cousin and spoke rather coldly. "Ask me again when your entire planet is surrounded by a thousand enemy ships, when your own ships have been destroyed or fled, and a single word would render you unable to function because of the simple problem of being dead."

Kelvin broke into the tension by answering Windu's recommendation after some thought:

"All of the above." He looked down on the lone book he had selected on Chiss Military Tactics and Philosophy. "I believe the proper term is... 'synergy'?"

I turned to my younger cousin and spoke rather coldly. "Ask me again when your entire planet is surrounded by a thousand enemy ships, when your own ships have been destroyed or fled, and a single word would render you unable to function because of the simple problem of being dead."

"Then you fight from behind the scenes. You just don't cowar to your foes. You switch your attack methods and adapt. If the government surrenders then you switch tactics accordingly. Didn't you learn anything from Ancient Earth History or for that matter the Narn/Centari Conflict? I could go on and on. If you surrender, gurella warfare is the next step to drive out the enemy from your homeland." He sighed. "Besides, what the hell are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be somewhere liberating your damn homeland or sucking up to the empire?"

Kelvin broke into the tension by answering Windu's recommendation after some thought:

"All of the above." He looked down on the lone book he had selected on Chiss Military Tactics and Philosophy. "I believe the proper term is... 'synergy'?"

"Kelvin, do you think you could devise a plan of action using what is in that book?" Windu asked as he looked at the boy.

He quickly turned. "ENOUGH Padawan. You are being insubordinate."

"A plan of action? I would not presume to know everything, as I have only just begun reading this particular text. However, one of my instructors at the Progress School always told me that the key to winning battles was to keep the enemy reacting, force the enemy to respond to your moves. Keeping them guessing keeps them from advancing.

"In this case, with a nation wholly subsumed by the enemy who has long believed himself superior, it would likely do good to... eat them from within? The Godulan Information Network has plenty of information about Imperial Members, and I understand that one of the more powerful members happens to be an adept of Chaos and the Warp... Chronosia, if I remember right. Suicide bombings in critical spots attributed to... oh, say, fanatical followers of Chaos hoping to supplant the ruling parties in the galactic senate, would be a scenario entirely too plausible in any situation. After all, Chronosia might very well harbor those desires, and how can they keep track of every single little acolyte they have floating around?

"I suppose, in short, that what I am saying is punch the Sith in the face in such a manner that he thinks somebody else did it, wait until they have beaten each other to a pulp, and then point a gun at both their heads."

Kelvin looked back at the book. "But then, I am only on page 75 of this book, so I do not claim to be an expert."

"Kelvin, that's exactly my philosophy. Play both sides against the middle." I smirked and leaned closer to Kelvin. "What young Tom here doesn't realize is is a famous quote made by someone whom is most likely anonymous: 'Sometimes, to defeat your enemy, you must become your enemy'. Now, my interpretation of that -and also how I work- is that as we have been defeated in open battle and surrender, those of us who are granted asylum find other ways to fight against it. My mother turned back to politics to keep an eye on fellow Senators and the workings of the Empire. My sister works with her as an 'aide' of sorts. That's just one way of fighting back."

"My grandfather and I lead the Black Order, an organization that's supposed to be dedicated to intelligence and special ops for the Empire. However, it often works to our advantage to use it against the Empire, giving warning to Jedi hunted down or something like that."

I grinned. "While I frown on things as extreme as suicide bombings, I see how useful turning factions of the Empire against each other will be. While I have yet to do something like that, I'll keep that in mind. I think what could be great, is that once you complete your training here, I can offer you a spot within the Order, as an advisor on strategy. I'm great in tactics, but in long-term strategy, I'm kinda weak."

Kelvin shrugged.

"I would not be able to give you a direct answer on that possibility at the moment. I feel more inclined to be somewhat independent... just wandering around and learning, more than anything else. Perhaps the training will temper that somewhat, I cannot be sure."

Then his eyes took a more serious turn...

"I would give you a friendly warning, however, that I am not the only one you have to worry about. My brother Obsidian is here, in this galaxy, somewhere. I have already told the masters here, but whoever meets him first will likely be... first to die. I would not wish him upon anybody. He is not darkness, but... something more exotic. He is the stronger of us, I can tell that even from here, looking up into the sky.

"And one of these days, he will start to move."

"Hmm. This is interesting news..." I said. And troubling...

"I suppose you could say I hope that this training will improve my strength somewhat, in the hopefully remote chance that he and I should meet. Already I am learning new things, refining my strength, sharpening myself, and I have not even begun the program yet!"

He let off a little six-year-old's giggle.

"It will be fun."

"It sure will be." I grinned.

"Let us talk about talk about tactics then shall we?" Windu asked. "I believe I can get you a meeting with some of our top commanders to discuss a way to liberate CoreWorlds faster and with alot less casualties."

"Oh, that's easy," Kelvin replied. "Make them think it is not about Coreworlds."

"Oh, that's easy," Kelvin replied. "Make them think it isn't about Coreworlds."

"How's that newbi?" Thomas stated. "They already know its about them. How would you go about convincing them that it isn't?"

"Perhaps if you had thought more about jumping in, you would not have made that mistake. The key to winning a fight against an enemy with superior numbers and firepower is to keep his guns pointed in the wrong direction."

"How would you go about it! You never answered my question!" Thomas said, getting impatient with him.

"How do we keep the Empire on that track?" I asked. "From my sources, I can see that your father is doing a frontal attack on Corellia, not a good idea under the circumstances. Unless that's a feint..."

"How do we keep the Empire on that track?" I asked. "From my sources, I can see that your father is doing a frontal attack on Corellia, not a good idea under the circumstances. Unless that's a feint..."

"How would I know! I'm stuck here at the academy with mom and my bratty twin sister! He and only he can tell you that but he can't because your here and he's there. Why don't you use the force and contact him. I know you can or are you scared at the response you'll get from him?"

"Oh, just make a half-hearted swipe on a tactically annoying place somewhat distant from the intended target. Get some friends in on it to lend it some oomph, then, when the imperials decide that 'hey, they are attacking us!' and send a big honking force to knock you out, you send in a secondary force to your intended target and blow up whatever needs blowing up, get your first group the hell out of dodge, and reinforce your positions for when Binky the Imperial notices that one of his holdings just went splat."

"Of course, it is really nothing more than a simple feint. The key is, however, to make it a feint that they cannot ignore. Attack a shipyard, attack two even! That would lend even more credence to them thinking 'Oh hell, this is the big one!' Leave the imperials a few tactical nukes or uber mega death bombs along their approach vector as a final screw-you present, then let them have it... where YOU want them to have it.

"However, being that it has JUST NOW BEEN REVEALED TO ME that an attack has already been instigated, it is impossible for me to know the exact present tactical situation."

"How would I know! I'm stuck here at the academy with mom and my bratty twin sister! He and only he can tell you that but he can't because your here and he's there. Why don't you use the force and contact him. I know you can or are you scared at the response you'll get from him?"
You try my patience, Cousin. I scowled silently.

You try my patience, Cousin. I scowled silently.

And you try mine! Now why are you here and not fighting the damn Empire?

Me.

Me.

Butt out of our conversation. If your going tobe a jedi, you have to learn to control whom you scan.

I was not scanning. To my senses, you two were blaring out on loudspeakers. I heard it just as easily as if you were speaking aloud and not with this... telepathy. Although I must thank you for teaching me another application.

Butt out of our conversation. If your going tobe a jedi, you have to learn to control whom you scan.
So he will. I sent back, irritated. It's not your place to reason why I'm here until as such time I'm ready to divulge it, Padawan. Besides, you probably can deduce it anyway, Sherlock. Now, either shut up, or I'll do it for you!
Damn, how Admiral Server could put up with this brat is beyond me...

So he will. I sent back, irritated. It's not your place to reason why I'm here until as such time I'm ready to divulge it, Padawan. Besides, you probably can deduce it anyway, Sherlock. Now, either shut up, or I'll do it for you!
Damn, how Admiral Server could put up with this brat is beyond me...

How are you going to shut me up? You know full well what mom would do to you if you hurt me! As for you divulging why your here, I don't need you too. Its this smartass new kid that your here to see.

How are you going to shut me up? You know full well what mom would do to you if you hurt me! As for you divulging why your here, I don't need you too. Its this smartass new kid that your here to see.
I just started smiling. Coldly. "So why do you care?"

I just started smiling. Coldly. "So why do you care?"

"Because you belong to the enemy!"

"Because you belong to the enemy!"
"If I did, I'd bring an entire fleet and a Sith Knight regiment by now to bombard this academy out of existence." I pointed out with a harsh glare. "If I did, you'd be dueling hard against me about now...and losing. You think the old Jedi Purges were bad? I could do worse, far worse. Don't make the mistake of underestimating my own capacity for evil, should I have chosen to become a Dark Lord of the Sith, for you would pay dearly...very dearly."

"If I did, I'd bring an entire fleet and a Sith Knight regiment by now to bombard this academy out of existence." I pointed out with a harsh glare. "If I did, you'd be dueling hard against me about now...and losing. You think the old Jedi Purges were bad? I could do worse, far worse. Don't make the mistake of underestimating my own capacity for evil, should I have chosen to become a Dark Lord of the Sith, for you would pay dearly...very dearly."

Mace Windu was at the end of his rope. "Enough both of you. Daniel, you know full well that a Fleet of ships would have a devil of a time taking out the planetary defense net. Don't you remember what your father went through to help James take this place? Quadruple the damage done to a fleet that engages this planet. Padawan Server! Your father would be ashamed at what you have been doing and saying. Both of you will will apologize now and if I hear of anymore arguing from you two, you will have no idea what type of punishment I'LL hand down. IS THAT CLEAR?"

Thomas jumped as Windu raised his voice. He bowed and slowly nodded. "Yes Master." He turned to Masaki. "Sorry"

"Yes, Master." I stiffened. "I apologize."

"Good! Because I have an assignment that requires BOTH of you to work together. Your going to assist in liberating Coreworlds"

Hmm. Might have to cover a few tracks with the Black Order, but yes, it would be viable. "What's the plan?"

Hmm. Might have to cover a few tracks with the Black Order, but yes, it would be viable. "What's the plan?"

"To liberate Coreworlds of course. That is the plan. However, I think you should use Kelvin in that regard. A fleet will be leaving tomorrow. Be on it!" With that, Mace walked out of the training room without further world.

I shook my head. Without a plan to retake Coreworlds, it's going to be a bit harder to defeat the armies of Thrawn and any Sith he has. On the other hand, improvision might be a good idea. But it must be tempered with an overall strategy, that much I knew.

Thomas stood in shock as Master Windu departed. The rest of the trainees backed away from the three of them after he left.

"Well! Now what?"

"If we're going to do anything, we'll have to work together." I said. So I stuck out much hand. "Truce?"

"If we're going to do anything, we'll have to work together." I said. So I stuck out much hand. "Truce?"

"Truce. I guess I have to defer to you since you outrank me but as long as we work together, the liberation should go well."

"Ok. I'll go prep my fighter, then." I said. "I've got a few things I need to do."

"Ok. I'll go prep my fighter, then." I said. "I've got a few things I need to do."

"Very well. I'll be at the docking port! We'll move to whatever location you deem necessary."

"Before you head to whatever ship you going to (I recommend a small ship, less than 100 meters if you're going to follow me), I suggest you switch to this code." I gave Tom a special code known only to members of the Black Order. "It will identify your ship as a Black Order ship, to prevent damage from Imperial and Core forces."

"Before you head to whatever ship you going to (I recommend a small ship, less than 100 meters if you're going to follow me), I suggest you switch to this code." I gave Tom a special code known only to members of the Black Order. "It will identify your ship as a Black Order ship, to prevent damage from Imperial and Core forces."

"I guess I have no choice." He said. "I'll equip the Independence with this code." He finished relunctently. He moved back to his quarters and packed up. In an hour, he arrived at the ship and began to adjust the Identification Codes.

Kelvin quirked an eyebrow as the room cleared out.

"And what, may I ask, do you intend to use me for?"

Kelvin quirked an eyebrow as the room cleared out.

"And what, may I ask, do you intend to use me for?"

"Why to get into and out of tight spaces as well as help us strike at the heart of the enemy. Your going to help us plan the liberation of the capitol of Coreworlds. Now, let us get aboard and get ready to depart?"

OOC: Shouldn't the rest of this take place in A Last Gambit?

At the same time, I prepped my fighter for takeoff. I first started with the preflight checklist, checking the engines, shields, weapons, and other systems. Then Rocky fit himself snugly into his socket, and began diagnostics. Next, I hopped into the cockpit, and put my helmet on. I then started warming up the engines, flipping switches as I went. As the repulsarlifts roared to life, I sent a comm to the traffic control.

"Rogue One to Tower Control, requesting clearance for takeoff."

OOC:
Godular, do you have MSN or AIM?

"Oh GOODY. My first day on another planet and already I am helping in interplanetary sociopolitical upheaval."

OOC: MSN... I have you as a contact.

At the same time, I prepped my fighter for takeoff. I first started with the preflight checklist, checking the engines, shields, weapons, and other systems. Then Rocky fit himself snugly into his socket, and began diagnostics. Next, I hopped into the cockpit, and put my helmet on. I then started warming up the engines, flipping switches as I went. As the repulsarlifts roared to life, I sent a comm to the traffic control.

"Rogue One to Tower Control, requesting clearance for takeoff."

OOC:
Godular, do you have MSN or AIM?

"Rogue One, this is tower Control. You are cleared to depart along Exit vector Tango Foxtrot Niner Fiver Alpha. Maintain that course! Do not deviate from that course or you will be Destroyed."

At that moment, the Independence communicated with Traffic Control. "This is Independence! We are requesting the same exit vector!"

This is tower control to Independence You are cleared for the same exit vector! Do not deviate from this course or you will be destroyed.

"Roger that!" The ship then lifted off and proceeded along the same exit vector.

On the DawnRunner fleet overhead, things happened.

"'Not at this time'?! We offer our help to clunk the imperials over the head and we get a 'I'm washing my hair' response?" Krenzler's migraine was threatening to return.

"Sir! Word from the Intell flies... Evidently Kelvin has just proven himself some form of indispensable resource in their liberation attempt."

"PLEASE tell me they're not trying to take him without us... we were told to keep an eye on him. This is not good. Get me comms back with the government. Tell them that if they're sending Kelvin into the. line. of. fire. That it will ONLY happen with us. Get me comms with the other two PrimeLine DawnRunners, tell them to rev up the guns and stand by."

"Think they're gonna take our kid on a joyride eh...?"

On the ground, the sensor networks detected the gun warm ups.

"This is Ground Control to Godular Forces. Lower your weapons now. Unless your warming them up to help us defend this planet, deactivate them. Failure to comply will result in your immediate destruction. Do not force us to fire on our allies."

At that moment, the President opened a channel. "Don't worry about Kelvin my Godular allies. He is needed for a special mission. I will tell you when your assistance is required. Do not worry my friends. You'll be there to assist in the liberation."

"We are not powering up our weapons. We are SAYING that where Kelvin goes, we go. We were ordered to do this by Cassius Longarm himself. We do NOT violate executive orders. Good will or not, we CANNOT let him go without us."

"We are not powering up our weapons. We are SAYING that where Kelvin goes, we go. We were ordered to do this by Cassius Longarm himself. We do NOT violate executive orders. Good will or not, we CANNOT let him go without us."

"To bad sir. In this case, you'll have too. If there is a problem with this, have Cassius give me a call. Server Out!"

Krenzler slapped the comms panel so hard he left a visible dent in the plating.

"Sons... of... bitches... So they go in and start shit, and when we want in on the fight, they turn us down... TWICE. Why in the blue hell did they even START an alliance?

"Comms, get me the Sol DawnRunner fleet, tell them to see if Klington or anybody else in the alliance knows about this. And get the Prototype Testing DawnRunner on the horn too, I want to know if they have a Modified Cannon Cruiser to spare.

"Sensors, keep an eye on military vessels leaving the system. Get me a hyperspace vector as fast as possible, and see if we can't get a targeting solution for the Probability Drives."

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Kelvin tugged on Thomas' shirt sleeve.

"The DawnRunner fleet... they are not going to let this go... I probably should have told somebody that they've been itching for a fight against the imperials for a long time now... for them, they were ordered to keep an eye on me, and it just got juicier."

On the surface, Server was in a meeting with his Secretary of State.

"Godular is itching for a fight. They don't know the complexities of what we are doing. I guess we have to tell them that it is a family affair."

"I would think so too sir. Also, invite them down for a visit. That way you can tell them face to face. I suggest that I be there too. As Secretary of State, I might be able to keep tensions Low."

"Very well. Make the invitation.

To Godular Representatives
From: Corneliu

You are officially invited to attend a ceremony on planet to commemorate
the Civil War Anniversary. Also, you will hear why you have been kept out
of the loop of what we have been doing. It is the President's hope
that you attend.

Sincerely,

Secretary of State Sheridan
Corneliu

"Another response from the surface, sir."

"NOW what?"

"It... appears to be an invitation to some sort of Civil-War Anniversary Ceremony."

"The hell?"

"It says they'll tell you why they've been giving us the runaround, too."

"Uh... so we're sitting here just saying, 'Point at something, we'll kill it, our pleasure!' and they say 'Come down and party!'? My previous 'The HELL?' stands..."

"I agree... its... odd."

"Has the kid himself left the system yet?"

"Not that we know of, sir."

"Send a response. I'll go to their little... whatever it is. Just me. But until I know EXACTLY WHY WE'RE BEING LEASHED LIKE DOGS, Kelvin does NOT leave the system. If, much less WHEN he leaves is to be MY decision. If I have to go to Cassius saying I had to let our little prodigy get put into a stinking WARZONE, I had BETTER have a damn good reason."

"Apparently, our messege got to them and the person incharge will come but only him."

"Very Well! Has Kelvin left system yet?"

"Not quite yet sir. They are preparing to leave as we speak. Sir, Daniel and Thomas are leaving with him."

"My grandson? He doesn't like Dan at all. I hope that they can work together otherwise this will not succeed. I still can't believe I approved of this. If Godular finds out that he has left...... I want a full fighter escort. Notify the Homeworld Defense Fleet. Tell them to prepare incase Godular decides to do something brash. Tell Admiral Bush that he has full authority to do what is necessary to make sure they leave but not until I talk to the commander."

"Very well sir."

"Now prepare for his arrival!"

To Godular Fleet
From Corneliu

The President Looks forward to meeting you
prior to the ceremony

Sheridan

Tag ... since nothing else is going on in space)

Krenzler strode purposefully into the Transporter chamber, giving the insertion adjutant a withering glare. Drastic situations called for whipping out the quick drop gizmos.

"Send word to Ground Control, tell 'em that I'm coming down, blah blah blah, so on so forth."

"Already done sir," came the comms adjutant's reply over the intercom.

"Good... en-- geh, waitaminute..." Krenzler brought out his Sabot Pistol and tossed it on the floor. "'Diplomatic Event'... no guns allowed."

"Of course, sir," replied the insertion adjutant as he engaged the transporter.

Down on the Surface, Secretary Sheridan was waiting for the guest to arrive. When he shimmered in, he walked up to him.

"Greetings! I am Secretary of State Sheridan. It is an honor to meet you."

"I feel it necessary to be somewhat brutally honest about my disposition at the present time," He gave Sheridan a smile that said something between 'I ate a crowbar before I came here, and it was yummay!' and 'I want to hurt something, somewhere, soon...'

"I am pissed. We have been building up our forces, day after day, week after week, month after month, and by the archons, year after year after year after year. We're in the beginning stages of building a ship that will rival an Eclipse class Super Star Destroyer in size, and crush it in firepower. We've designed weapons and shields that turn the enemy's own superweapons against them. We've devised strategies, attack and escape routes, incursion points, and even close-in-battle tactics specifically made to counter all known vessels thrown at us by the imperials, and even methods to counter their damn DEATH STAR."

He somehow managed to maintain his disconcerting grin.

"So imagine my surprise when, on the very first day when we bring our first and only known force-sensitive child for training, he gets whisked off to some distant battlefield, and all effort is exercised to prevent us from accompanying him as WE were ordered. Despite the fact that we could very easily leave the enemy in tatters, and oddly enough despite the fact that we would be very pleased to do so. So, when I am sent a message that you people will tell me exactly why it is that you have no intention of letting us rip the imperials to shreds as is our wont, please do not be offended when I say that it is the. one. and. only. reason. I. am. here."

Still grinning his 'I counted how many ways I could kill a man with my thumb, and I just came up with two more!' grin, he gave a peremptory once-over of his insertion point.

"And its an honor to be here too. As you can tell, we servitors of the Defense Directorate don't focus too much on diplomatic niceties. Perhaps if a memo had been sent before this point were reached we would all be in a better mood.

"Also, before we continue, would you be so kind as to fetch me some painkillers? I had a migraine this morning, and today has only served to make it worse by several orders of magnitude. Its subtle, I know. I'm normally SUCH a ray of sun-shine."

Krenzler's smile had vanished, evidently replaced by exhaustion after having used the poor Secretary as a target for the massive amounts of pent up frustration and verbal bombardment. His seven foot bulk sagged slightly as the anger leaked out of him for the most part. "Damn headache..."

"Everything will be explained to you. Let us go meet the President."

He lead him from the teleportation point and into the Presidential Palace. He lead him through the corridors towards the President's office.

When they arrive, President Server stood up.

"Mr. President, this is the Commander of the Godular Fleet."

"It is an honor to meet you sir. I am President Server."

Krenzler prepped himself for another rant, then held back, murmering "No... head hurts too much..."

"Rear Admiral Lemann Krenzler, Commodore, 25th DawnRunner BattleFleet, Assigned the task of observing and protecting our first and only known force-sensitive, unless you can give me a damn good reason not to."

Suddenly turning back the way he'd come, he cinched up like a vice. "PAINKILLERS... ASPRIN... MOTRIN... WHISKEY... SOMETHING."

OOC: Ok, which MSN contact are you, Godular? I have a lot. I just need to recall.

I was preparing for the jump to hyperspace when the radio chatter came through my comms systems.

"Damn, I forgot about that other fleet." I said to the others. I put on my long-range scanners, watching various blips go about. The Godular fleet seems to be about three, possibly more ships. My preliminary scans of them show that they are a match for at least the new ISD Mark III versions. If it came down to a fight, it'll be pretty bloody.

I sighed, and punched in a comms code, aiming for the President's office. "Rogue One to President Server. Please respond, over."

If Uncle Server doesn't answer...I will choose other options.

Krenzler prepped himself for another rant, then held back, murmering "No... head hurts too much..."

"Rear Admiral Lemann Krenzler, Commodore, 25th DawnRunner BattleFleet, Assigned the task of observing and protecting our first and only known force-sensitive, unless you can give me a damn good reason not to."

Suddenly turning back the way he'd come, he cinched up like a vice. "PAINKILLERS... ASPRIN... MOTRIN... WHISKEY... SOMETHING."

"Get'em some Asprin." Server ordered as he sat back down. "Now I'm sure that your wondering why you have been kept in the dark regarding Coreworlds."

I was preparing for the jump to hyperspace when the radio chatter came through my comms systems.

"Damn, I forgot about that other fleet." I said to the others. I put on my long-range scanners, watching various blips go about. The Godular fleet seems to be about three, possibly more ships. My preliminary scans of them show that they are a match for at least the new ISD Mark III versions. If it came down to a fight, it'll be pretty bloody.

I sighed, and punched in a comms code, aiming for the President's office. "Rogue One to President Server. Please respond, over."

If Uncle Server doesn't answer...I will choose other options.

"Excuse me Admiral."

He tapped the communication button and placed an earpeace in.

"This is President Server. I'm in a meeting right now so this better be important."

"Excuse me Admiral."

He tapped the communication button and placed an earpeace in.

"This is President Server. I'm in a meeting right now so this better be important."
"Uncle James. I'm extremely disappointed in your decision to force Godular's fleet to stay here. I shall warn you that you are effectively holding the fleet hostage and courting war with another nation as well as the Empire. Can you really afford to fight a two maybe three-front war now?" I asked. Then I drew in a breath. "As such, I will not leave this system until they come with me, no ifs, ands, or buts."

"Uncle James. I'm extremely disappointed in your decision to force Godular's fleet to stay here. I shall warn you that you are effectively holding the fleet hostage and courting war with another nation as well as the Empire. Can you really afford to fight a two maybe three-front war now?" I asked. Then I drew in a breath. "As such, I will not leave this system until they come with me, no ifs, ands, or buts."

"How the hell did you know we were going to do that? No never mind! Your just as bad as your father was. Did you ever consider the fact that I was going to invite them to assist?"

"How the hell did you know we were going to do that? No never mind! Your just as bad as your father was. Did you ever consider the fact that I was going to invite them to assist?"

"Of course I have, but your actions say otherwise, and doesn't bode well for your invitation. They now have every right to turn it down and cut off relations if that what it takes to teach you not to pull this stunt again." I pointed out. "As for your first question, it was all too obvious from intercepts."

"Of course I have, but your actions say otherwise, and doesn't bode well for your invitation. They now have every right to turn it down and cut off relations if that what it takes to teach you not to pull this stunt again." I pointed out. "As for your first question, it was all too obvious from intercepts."

"I was going to explain it and then have them come along."

"I was going to explain it and then have them come along."
I rolled my eyes at his excuse. My uncle needs a good lesson in diplomacy. What do they teach in those schools anyway? "Holding a fleet hostage is not a good way to initiate diplomacy, Uncle. You're lucky they didn't just start firing their way out."

Krenzler listened to the one side of the conversation he could listen to, his grin shifting ever-so-slowly from a 'I could do SO many things to you right about now' to a 'Doth mine ears deceive me?!' grin.

Already he was calculating how long it would take to get the number of DawnRunners they would need up and ready. Conservative estimates put the Godulan Strike Force at about 13 Total DawnRunner Fleets by the end of the day, upping the figure to 15 or even 17 if word reached Godulan Earth quickly enough.

Imperials would be slaughtered... 'bout damn time.

I rolled my eyes at his excuse. My uncle needs a good lesson in diplomacy. What do they teach in those schools anyway? "Holding a fleet hostage is not a good way to initiate diplomacy, Uncle. You're lucky they didn't just start firing their way out."

"Your right but I wanted to make sure that they didn't just dive right on in. I'm in a meeting with them now. If you like, I can put you on the speaker."

"Your right but I wanted to make sure that they didn't just dive right on in. I'm in a meeting with them now. If you like, I can put you on the speaker."
"That's fine, Uncle. As long as you aren't doing anything rash..." I said, "Anyway, I'll wait a little bit while you guys haggle over the negotiations. Rogue 1, out."

Things should be ok. I hoped.

He hung up the phone and turned back to his guests.

"Sorry about that. Now what I was going to tell you. The reason why you were kept in the dark for so long was that the operation in progress is a family affair. The leader of CoreWorlds is a relative of mine and we wanted to launch the attack in secret.

"Your prodoje had some interesting ideas and we were sending him with my grandson and the relative I just got off the phone with to help in this regard. I was going to tell you this anyway. There was no need for threats. You are more than happy to send in ships to assist in the liberation! However, you will fight in accordance with the rules of war. Is that ok?"

"Rest assured, not once were we threatening you. I was sending word to the other DawnRunner fleets in PrimeLine to prepare to move out, and that was the only thing we did that might be construed as a threat. However, as stated previously, I am under orders to keep my eye on that child no matter what he does or where he goes. We stick to him like a lamprey.

"We also intend to send out couriers to get additional fleets from Godulan Earth mobilized for the coming conflict. May I ask, however, what these 'rules' are? Stop shooting if the white flag is raised? Simple Geneva Convention Rules? Or is there some form of etiquette to adhere to?"

"Rest assured, not once were we threatening you. I was sending word to the other DawnRunner fleets in PrimeLine to prepare to move out, and that was the only thing we did that might be construed as a threat. However, as stated previously, I am under orders to keep my eye on that child no matter what he does or where he goes. We stick to him like a lamprey.

"We also intend to send out couriers to get additional fleets from Godulan Earth mobilized for the coming conflict. May I ask, however, what these 'rules' are? Stop shooting if the white flag is raised? Simple Geneva Convention Rules? Or is there some form of etiquette to adhere to?"

"Dont bomb churches, hospitols, schools unless the enemy is firing at you. Honor the white flag! Yea simple Geneva Convention Rules. As for the kid, you can have someone tag along. I'll make sure he is beamed aboard the shuttle."

"Churches... crud... we usually bull's-eye those things FIRST... too damn many times they get used as insurgent strongholds. But if you INSIST... we'll hold ourselves back. People usually give up when they see cougars anyway. What... are we EXPECTING orbital bombardments?"

Bump to see if we can flesh this thing out afore the next wave...

Bumpses.

Bump... might take a new direction with the whoopsie in the Last Gambit thread...

Been a while since we've had a bump...

"Churches... crud... we usually bull's-eye those things FIRST... too damn many times they get used as insurgent strongholds. But if you INSIST... we'll hold ourselves back. People usually give up when they see cougars anyway. What... are we EXPECTING orbital bombardments?"

"Pretty much. We gotta do all we can to liberate CoreWorlds."

"Oh... we'll likely be leaving that to you in favor of defending against enemy reinforcements from out of system. We don't proscribe much to the 'win their hearts in minds' tack when it comes to that sort of thing. More like a 'Scare the crap out of them and apologize for being so heavy handed after they surrender' plan. Not exactly a PR booster when trying to Liberate people.

"But then, you'll have Kelvin on your side, and we heard what he said about tactics against the Imperials. Had to say I was impressed."

OOC: Oh, I made something of another thread a few days back. It might help to notify allies of threads I want to draw their attention to, wouldn't it?

Project: Red Rain (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8120177&postcount=1)

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"Oh... we'll likely be leaving that to you in favor of defending against enemy reinforcements from out of system. We don't proscribe much to the 'win their hearts in minds' tack when it comes to that sort of thing. More like a 'Scare the crap out of them and apologize for being so heavy handed after they surrender' plan. Not exactly a PR booster when trying to Liberate people.

"But then, you'll have Kelvin on your side, and we heard what he said about tactics against the Imperials. Had to say I was impressed."

"We need all the help we can get to defeat them. Anything you can toss into the fight would be appreciate." President Server said.

OOC: Oh, I made something of another thread a few days back. It might help to notify allies of threads I want to draw their attention to, wouldn't it?

Project: Red Rain (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8120177&postcount=1)

Could be!

"And you shall have it. Even now Godulan Earth has been notified of the happenings. I cannot guarantee numbers, but I suspect them imperials are in for a NASTY surprise if they try pushing the issue."

After Krenzler spoke, a contemplative expression bubbled up onto his face, followed by a wry grin.

"By the ARCHONS... I hope they push the issue."

"And you shall have it. Even now Godulan Earth has been notified of the happenings. I cannot guarantee numbers, but I suspect them imperials are in for a NASTY surprise if they try pushing the issue."

After Krenzler spoke, a contemplative expression bubbled up onto his face, followed by a wry grin.

"By the ARCHONS... I hope they push the issue."

"Coreworlds does need to be liberated. They are attached to the family and that says alot. Also, we have an alliance with them that must be honored."

"Alliances... wonderful things, those. You shall find that we are very loyal to those we consider our friends. And very... decisive... against those we consider our enemies."

He took a couple steps away from President Server and tapped a spot behind his ear.

"If you'll permit me, your honor, I wish to return to my fleet and commence preparations. If the fight is going on even now, there is not a moment to be lost with idle banter. The faster we can get our guns into the fight, the faster the enemy will crack. Oh... and much though it seems... goofy... we won't be able to join the party if we don't know where the house is at, if you know what I mean. Where the hell is the attack at?"

"Alliances... wonderful things, those. You shall find that we are very loyal to those we consider our friends. And very... decisive... against those we consider our enemies."

He took a couple steps away from President Server and tapped a spot behind his ear.

"If you'll permit me, your honor, I wish to return to my fleet and commence preparations. If the fight is going on even now, there is not a moment to be lost with idle banter. The faster we can get our guns into the fight, the faster the enemy will crack. Oh... and much though it seems... goofy... we won't be able to join the party if we don't know where the house is at, if you know what I mean. Where the hell is the attack at?"

"We thank you. I was also expecting your question."

He opens up his desk drawer and pulls out the latest information.

"Can't say that the fighting here won't be over before you arrive but our forces are their now fighting. I"m sure someone will tell where the fighting has moved on too if its over by the time you arrive."

Krenzler studied the information, then handed the documentation back to Server. "Understood. Send a message to the vessel carrying Kelvin and company. They may go with our blessing. We'll be along."

Krenzler tapped the spot behind his ear again, much harder this time. Almost immediately, he vanished in a haze of sparkling motes.

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Back up on the DawnRunner, Krenzler returned to his command chamber and settled back down into his chair.

"Any word from Godulan Earth?"

"They've got five DawnRunner fleets on standby, awaiting confirmation of orders. The other two Primeline DawnRunners are prepped and ready."

"Only five auxiliaries?"

"They said that the bulk of logistics are going to the ACS's construction. They can have another five ready on a couple days' notice, ten if they rush, but until then, we're stuck with eight total, including the current Primeline Fleets."

"A challenge, then! Inform high command, all vessels are to rendezvous at Thorn, at which point we will commence calculations for a unified Probability Jump. Time to kill some Imperials."

Krenzler studied the information, then handed the documentation back to Server. "Understood. Send a message to the vessel carrying Kelvin and company. They may go with our blessing. We'll be along."

Krenzler tapped the spot behind his ear again, much harder this time. Almost immediately, he vanished in a haze of sparkling motes.

To Shuttle and company
From: President Server

Godular rep says you have his blessing! God Speed.

When Thomas got the messege, he whooped. "I knew he would do it. Cousin Masaki, we're cleared. Let us get going!"

To Shuttle and company
From: President Server

Godular rep says you have his blessing! God Speed.

When Thomas got the messege, he whooped. "I knew he would do it. Cousin Masaki, we're cleared. Let us get going!"
"Finally." I said. At least the President of Corneliu is good enough to defuse a situation like this... "All right, let's make the jump!"

I increased throttle, punching in the calculations to our destination. Then, I pulled back the lever, and the stars streaked out as I entered the wormhole to hyperspace.

OOC: I didnt read the whole thread, so if someone could fill me it, that would be appreciated.

IC:
Admiral Tasak had just recieved the news about this child. "Open up a com-link with our allies."

The Bridge mate replied with a "Yes, sir!"

-OPENING LINK TO: GODULAR-
Hello my allies, you will have to forgive me. I am a little late, but this would be expected since we are so far away. I have heard about the Child, and luckily for you, Klington Specializes in Artifical enhancements. We can add numerous new senses to the child, enhance the already present senses by 10 fold. Add new bio-engineered organs and much more. If you give us the child for two months, I promise the results will be amazing.

Also, Klington has just initiated the "Grave Mind" Project. In this project we build Super Computers. Much faster than the human mind. Then we use our BattleNET system to connect the troops to the Grave Mind which then helps them though battle suggestions and happenings and courses of logic. And overall helps to increase the flow of thought. So far our entire army is connected to Five Grave Minds. And 3(one for each person or droid) were built for the special purpose of our "Super Soldiers"(Another project in which Klington bio-engineered 2 soldiers and used alot of its knowledge to make them "perfect.") We can also build a 4th Grave mind, just for Kelvin. It will not make Kelvin a 100 times better, because he is very special, but at least it will make him 2 times better, which I daresay is quite powerful.

In Addition, if you wish, we will assign the boy with our other 2 Super-Soldiers, Narthaus, and Lauren and their Superior droid, HK-47(Kelvin will still be a Godular officer, and will be under your command). If the 4 Greatest Soldiers come together and use their skills in augmentation, then they will be invincible and nothing will get in their way.

But it is up to you, what do you say?
-END TRANSMISSION-

OOC: Our 4 Super Soldiers wouldnt be under my command, they would be like a joint force. I highly recommend this as well. For if they are together they will be unstoppable.

"Finally." I said. At least the President of Corneliu is good enough to defuse a situation like this... "All right, let's make the jump!"

I increased throttle, punching in the calculations to our destination. Then, I pulled back the lever, and the stars streaked out as I entered the wormhole to hyperspace.

The shuttle followed suite and all three were on their way to an unknown fate!

OOC: I guess its time to take this to the other thread now! LOL

Summary of Events:

-Kelvin wows Corneliuan Jedi Masters, after being asked if he can flip a page without touching it, by making a cowboy jump out of a picture and dance a jig, along with a massive poltergeist incident.
-Kelvin is taken to Corneliuan Prime Jedi Academy
-Kelvin points out that he has a very very very very very very very very very very very very very +very^20 nasty brother somewhere in the galaxy
-Kelvin watches Daniel Masaki and one of the Server children duke it out
-Kelvin watches Masaki activate his lightsaber, then generates a prismatic lightsaber blade of his own out of sheer force of will, even changing the blade's shape
-Kelvin surprises Corneliuan and Coredian reps both with an oddly extensive knowledge of tactics
-Kelvin told about the fight to liberate Coreworlds, Godulan DawnRunner fleet overhead goes forkin' ballistic about not being told. Kelvin gets drafted to assist the war effort, Godulan battle fleet goes MORE ballistic.
-Godulan rep prepares to verbally ream President Server about not being allowed to participate in the fighting, but is stopped short by Masaki saying 'Its war, we need everybody we can get!' (abridged version). Godulan rep leaves with demonic grin after working out targeting guidelines.
-Ship carrying Masaki/Kelvin/Server Jedi books for the front lines
-Godulan fleet books to Thorn System to mobilize for 'The Big One'
-Now
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IC:

The Thorn System picked up the Transmission out of Klington, and relayed it on to Godulan Earth.

Cassius read the dispatch to himself after receiving it, then immediately sent a response to be relayed out of Thorn and back into Klington.

Unfortunately, Kelvin is currently indisposed, and Corneliu has taken him under their wing in the hopes that he shall make for an excellent jedi knight. I'm given to understand it was the Poltergeist/Cowboy incident that cemented the decision.

If you would like to see the child for yourself, I am afraid that I do not quite know his whereabouts, though you have but to ask President Server if you wish to inquire further.

Respectfully,

IC:

The Thorn System picked up the Transmission out of Klington, and relayed it on to Godulan Earth.

Cassius read the dispatch to himself after receiving it, then immediately sent a response to be relayed out of Thorn and back into Klington.

Unfortunately, Kelvin is currently indisposed, and Corneliu has taken him under their wing in the hopes that he shall make for an excellent jedi knight. I'm given to understand it was the Poltergeist/Cowboy incident that cemented the decision.

If you would like to see the child for yourself, I am afraid that I do not quite know his whereabouts, though you have but to ask President Server if you wish to inquire further.

Respectfully,

Tasak recieved the message, and said "Understandable."
"Open another link to our allies."

The Bridge officer replied, "Yes Sir!"

-OPENING LINK TO:GODULAR, CORNELIU, AND CO.-
I can understand the situation, I shall inquire further of President Server and see what he says of the situation. We are gathering our forces as we speak, and we will meet you soon for the battle.

See you there,
Admiral Tasak of Klington.