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IC:

Jedi Master Joran Adrian stood at parade rest on the bridge of the Venator-class Star Destroyer, the RSS Strength, staring at the blue-green world in front of him. Kashyyyk, he thought. Of all the places the CIS could have attacked, they chose Kashyyyk.

The CIS had launched a full-out invasion just a few standard weeks before, and the Wookies had been overwhelmed. However, it wasn't until a coded transmission from Clone Intelligence came through that anybody knew anything about it. Once the details had become clear, the Jedi Council had ordered a mass counter-invasion, assembling a third of the Grand Army of the Republic in less than a week. What surprised Joran more than the efficiency at which the council had done this was that they asked him to spearhead the mission. He was mulling over it when Yoda's holopresence appeared.

"Master Yoda", said Joran, kneeling in reverence.

"Still trying to figure out why we chose you, I think you are", said Yoda, with an air of humor.

"Yes, Master, I have."

"Do not wonder. Your mind, clear should be. The mission, should you focus on."

"Yes, Master."

A pause.

"Sense a disturbance, you do."

"Yes, Master. It is as clear as ever. I believe we will meet more than droids on Kashyyyk."

"A speculation, that is, but a good one. Prepared, you must be."

"Thank you, Master."

"Doubt yourself not, Master Adrian. Make you a Master, the Council did not casually. Yoda out."

Joran sighed as the holopresence faded away. Master Yoda was right. He was acting childishly. He should have been focusing on the mission. I might as well alert the others about this, he thought, and contacted his fellow Jedi in the other Star Destroyers...

Jedi Master Tor Ma was deep in meditation when he recieved a transmission from his clone commander, "Sir, we have recieved a transmission from the lead destroyer."

"Patch it through," ordered Ma. A holographic image of Jedi Master Joran Adrian appeared in the chamber. The message informed him that the time for their attack was near. After the hologram blinked off, Tor Ma stood in quiet contemplation for a moment before reaching a decision. He signaled the clone commander, "I'm tansfering over to the lead destroyer, I must speak with Master Adrian. Is my ship ready for departure?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, when the landings commence, take your troops to the main assembly area, I will meet up with you there."

"Very good sir," replied the clone and he left the room.

Ma, headed towards the docking bay lost in thought. There was something amiss here but he couldn't put a finger on it. Only a subtle warning through the Force. He would speak with Master Adrian about it immediatly, the other Jedi commanders must be notified. Reaching the docking bay, he found his ship Pride of Dorin awaiting him. He quickly boarded and blasted away towards the main destroyer. "This is Master Tor Ma requesting permission to dock. I request an audience with Jedi Master Adrian immediatly after I arrive."

"This is docking control, stand by for confirmation..."

Kran Hars was flying into Kashyyk in his own personal starfighter. He could feel his two lightsabers hooked up to his side. As he got closer to teh planet he planned to land in the woods.

Kashyyk was one of the more respected planets in the galaxy. The wookies had done nothing but help the Republic, but the Republic was a ways away in their time of need. Right now the Wookies were paying for the Republic's response time, maybe paying more than anyone could guess. War is a costly buisness you see, and someone who runs both sides can get a fortune. Especially if that person notices invasions before the attacked realizes it. A single transport load might not be much, but to a force beset on all sides by enemies, it can be a messiah. Fortunatly for Kashyyk, help was on the way, both in the form of the already arrived Republic and some... under the table help.


Endre Pulser felt lucky, and by all accounts he was. If anyone had gone through half the things he had, they'd need some serious psychiatric help. (not that he didn't already) But here he was, rocketing his precious freighter through hyperspace towards the emerald green of Kashyyk.

Let's see what's on the ol holonet to listen too he thought, pressing a few buttons. Strange techno filled the cockpit, but after a few adjustments was replaced with lush orchestral suites. There we go... the good stuff.

After yawning, he stretched himself awake and decided to program his HUD and Transponder. Let's see... threat board set for CIS enemy Republic friend... transponder registers blue, change it to blue-green... weapons programmed in shoot-back mode... sheilds up and charging... looks like we're set. Now all I need is a drink... eh, too lazy right now.

Once the job was done, Endre reclined back his gravcouch and went to sleep, dreaming of Mira back home.

(ooc: the different colors for his transponders mean different things. Red is CIS, Green is Republic, White is neutral, Blue is chirp (scrambled transponder reading, you can't tell what/who he is without getting in close and scanning) you won't be tested on this ;) not as good as I wanted, but it'll do)

"Commander Adrian, Master Tor Ma requests permission for docking", said the Docking Control Master.

"Give him permission, Lieutenant", said Joran. "And?"

"He 'requests an audience'", said the clone. "At least, that's what he said."

And I have a good idea what he wants to talk about, thought Joran. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of coming here.

"Tell him to head straight for the bridge as soon as he dock", said Joran. "I will be waiting there for him."

"Right away, sir", said the clone, as Joran headed for the bridge.

Master Samani Ansu sat on the floor of his quarters aboard the RSS Impunity, his personal datapad in his hands. The war had begun so suddenly, and it was though the Republic - which officially had no standing army - had been prepared long prior to the first secessions. Each clone, he knew, took close to a decade to reach combat readiness, but the army had almost sprung up over the course of a month.
A dark presence hung over the coming campaign...Unseen evils, and hidden enemies. Samani feared the unknown, and despised himself for the weakness.

There is no passion, there is serenity...
...serenity...no passion...serenity...
no cursed serenity...

Recently his meditation had been interrupted by another influence, a black stain upon his mind. The inner peace with which he normally channelled the force had become more difficult to achieve, and his fighting style had begun more and more aggressive.
Master Ansu sighed, drew his lightsaber, and made his way to the sparring room...

Rivak was in the Valkyrie when she got a message from a contact. As she
read the message she set the controls to Kashyyk.

"So the Droiders and Cloners are fighting over Kashyyk, well where there's conflict there's always a need for a hunter." She said with a wicked grin as the Valk entered hyperspace.

Eyes opened. However, it was all completely Dark. Merco wondered how long it had been, how many years he had slept for.....

It was completely silent as well, and the air was still. He slowly arose from his marble chair and with slow steps began to head forth. He found the doorknob, he opened it slowly and then after so many years he saw the light and felt the wind. It hurt his eyes....

His mind was clouded. He did not remember yet...he managed to step outside disoriented, trying to look about as his eyes tried to get used to his surroundings.

His lungs were not used to the fresh air, and it was very welcome within. Then he stretched softly and finally his sight stopped being blurry. He was in a beautiful, a beautiful garden...hidden in a valley of the mountains of the planet. He looked back, and saw his...house, or mausoleum, where he had been sleeping for several years. He was still confused. It was only when he turned his sight to look towards another of those houses of stone that it all flashed back towards his mind.

His life. All of it. The rise, the fall. His beloved ones. His dead wife. His missing Master, the one that had taught him all about The Force. (As the RP progresses he'll have more flashbacks to make things clearer. It'd be too much to post now.) Then he remembered.....why he was there...

(Read while listening to Stein Um Stein by Rammstein to add to the effect)

Almost by chance, he was drinking at a bar, very depressed as he ussually was, only a shadow of what he used to be, when he spotted her. Ravyn Dijou, his Jedi Master. She had been like a mother to him so long ago and she had taught her so much, yet she dissapeared unexpectedly at a point. He thought, she had died. He was never convinced, and he was right, all this time. She was right before his eyes and he could not believe it.

Merco did not speak a word. Sporadically, about three times, she had returned after she had been missing, many years ago. All the words were then spoken. Merco's heart never got over the fact that his beloved Master and adoptive Mother just left when he needed her the most, and never seemed to actually care. He had made plans, for this, for the time when he'd find her again.

He waited for her to depart, and followed her. A brutal punch was enough to knock her out from behind. He dragged her body towards the location he had set, in that barren valley...

And so, with his own hands, stone on stone, he began to construct what would become his former Master and Mother's place of rest.

(Translation of the song which inspired this to happen)

have plans big plans
I'm going to build you a house
Every stone will be a tear
And you'll never move out again
Yeah I'm going to build a little house for you
with no windows no door
It'll be dark inside
No light will get in at all

Yeah I'll make you a home
And you are to be a part of it all

Stone by stone I wall you in
Stone by stone
I'll always be with you

Without clothes without shoes
You watch me working
With your feet in cement
You brighten up the foundation
Outside there will be a garden
And no one will hear you scream

Stone by stone I wall you in
Stone by stone
I'll always be with you

What a pounding what a hammering
Outside it's starting to get dark
All of the nails stand at attention
when I ram them into your body-wood (Meaning chest)

Stone by stone I wall you in
Stone by stone
And nobody will hear you scream

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And nobody heard her scream....

After Merco was done with that he carefully had a bath, cleaned his outfit, and made a house for himself to rest, however this one had a door. He stepped in, sat on the marble chair-throne, closed his eyes, and went into meditation...deep meditation... He hoped he had died, however it only had sent him into some sort of "suspended animation" state...

Merco sighed. If The Force had not allowed him to die, it must have been because he still had a purpose...he narrowed his eyes. He would not be defeated so easily by life. Not again. Not in this second life. His powers had decreased dramatically now, but he decided that he would move forth and find his way. He dusted off his black, customized TIE-fighter seeming souped up vehicle, constructed by him and a friend long ago, and left the place...

He headed for The Jedi Temple. He had fallen to The Dark and it had weakened him, it was the only place he thought he might be able to find himself a purpose, whether if this was a good or a bad one. In the way he learned about the war, he thought which side he would end up being in...

And so, he arrived at the temple. He looked just like when he left, he wondered what Windu or Yoda would say, they among a few others should remember him. Merco's aura was strange. He wasn't fully within the dark nor fully within light - at times, he would seem extremely cold, at times warmer than the sun itself. He entered and made his way as a few only recognized him, and went to see the Masters.

www.geocities.com/kaisermartens/merco.txt (His description, which I will upload a bit after this post, so if the link is broken, retry later.

(several weeks ago)
Nute Gunray watched as the ships loaded up. One droid in particular caught his eye. A centauroid droid loaded into a specialy designed spot on one of the transports. Folding up into a long silver tube, it was pushed into a hollow area in the transport.
"Nute Gunray to Assassin Droid, when arriving spot coarse for outside of 20 miles and inside of 50 from Pepublic Landing Dock 9470. All other droids on board are to be sent to the dock in a assault, you will use that as a distraction so you can infiltrate the dock. When inside set mode to Jedi-Stealth-Kill.

(two weeks ago)
A set of five shielded destroyer droids and thirty-one battle droids errupted from the folliage around the main gate.
"Surrender or die crude mammilian lifeforms", the Destroyer droid with purple markings announced.
They were answered by a spray of boltlaser fire which took down all but the shielded droids and about ten of the battle droids. The conflict took about a minute more as rockets were brought out to fire at the shielded Destroyer Droids.
One member of the Wookies and the Republic died, however, one of those two was someone who should of been safe from fire, doing sentry duty out the the fight. Burned to death, he had a look of pure suprise and pain on his face when they found her, at least the part of the face that had not burned off. All but one of the communications systems were destroyed in the following week, but it was all from overheating, getting liquid inside of them, or some other normal thing.

Darth Mongoij sat in the dark transport. He would soon leave for Kashyyk, but first he was getting detailed ordersfrom his master.

"Mongoij, go to Kashyyk. Kill anyone and everyone in the Republic. This should be easy."

"Yes, master." he slowly replied. He was in a black cloak looking at the hologram, his eyes yellow. He grinned to himself. Another slaughter house. he thought to himself. He thought about bringing only one lightsaber. That, however, was untill his master told him new news.

"Wait! I'm getting word from the droids that they're going to be Jedi there. Mongoij, I'm having second thoughts about this. Are you sure you want to go?"

After about a second, he replied, "Of course. I will bring both my lightsabers though. Plus, I might not stay for very long."

"OK then, good luck. And, be careful." The hologram transmition ended then.

Darth Mongoij got up, and walked towards the cargo bay. He used the force to pick up his lightsabers on the way, which he set them onto his belt. Once Mongoij got to his ship, he took of, and jumped into hyperspace.

"Master Kon Ma, this is docking control you are cleared to land. The General has instructed that you are to report to the bridge upon your arrival."

"Thank you, Pride of Dorin out," responded Ma as he shut down the comm. The disturbance had grown larger in his short trip, he needed to act quickly. Guiding his ship into the docking bay, he left the ship immediatly after landing and strode quickly towards the lift the would take him to the bridge. One short ride later he had arrived on the bridge and moved out, locating Adrian quickly. Walking unhurridley over to him he began to speak without preamble.

"I have felt a disturbance in the Force Joran. It grows larger by the moment, I fear that our endeavours here will prove to be most unpleasant. I also feel that there is something much larger at stake here but it is beyond my ability to see. Have you felt it as well?"

"I feel the same way, Tor. A dark cloud has shadowed my mind. I have the gift of seeing far into the future, but even this has veiled it. Remember what Master Yoda says, 'Always in motion is the future.' I will not waste my time on speculation, but I fear that things are getting worse. I will use my abilities as best as I can, but maybe even Master Yoda cannot see. However, we should focus on liberating Kashyyyk. Then we may ponder this disturbance in the Force."

OOC:
The Vampyre - Your post is confusing to me, please explain

East Lithuania - I don't want to sound rude, but conversation in Star Wars isn't that casual (Ex. A Sith never says 'OK then'), so could you please make it more formal next time? You don't have to edit your post. Thank you.

Beta Aurigae VII - Isn't you're character's name Tor Ma? :confused: You have it as Kon Ma.

Beta Aurigae VII - Isn't you're character's name Tor Ma? :confused: You have it as Kon Ma.

OOC: Yeah sorry about that, my character's name is definately Tor Ma. I was thinking about one of my characters on another game. His name is Kon Ma.

Merco was then informed of the current situation. People stared at him like a weirdo, after all, who didn't know about the conflicts? He nodded thanks and turned around, walking off thoughtfully....

He returned to where he left his TIE prototype-looking ship, now for practical purposes to be adressed simply as TIE, and sat onto one of the wings, blinking, thinking, staring at the space, at times overhearing news...he had fetched a newspaper for more detail, which he eventually discarted when he was done.

Finally then at night, he made up his mind and returned to the temple. He called up the records of his existance to the one who had been left in charge, who did not really believe him.

"But you're dead, sir......you died 8 years ago...."
"Do I really seem that dead to you....? I've hard some seriously rough times. All I need is a minimal ration and somewhere to stay until the Masters have returned."
"Well I, I..."
"Thank you" Merco grinned, though innerly annoyed at the man's behaviour, although he knew he shouldn't feel that way. He moved forth like everything had been set properly and then the man did not really have "timing" anymore to say no to him, so he just said out a Room Number to him, Merco nodded and stretched, heading then for his rest... He let a computer set so that it would inform him of all the new happenings regarding the battle(s).

And so now he waits.

A small pinpoint of light appeared in the sky above Kashyyk. It was Endre's ship, the Core Jupmer, coming out of hyperspace. The 165 meter behemoth approached the planet slowly, as if unsure what was nearby.

"This is captain John Smith to any Wookie forces down on Kashyyk. I am carrying a full transport load of supplies and equipment for your fight against the Confederacy, including some bowcasters that have managed to come into my possesion. Where should I land to offload these supplies?"

After recieving confirmation and landing coordinates from the wookies, Endre guided the craft to a soft landing on the planet. Wookies appeared out of the brush almost immediatly, and waited for him to come down and open the cargo bays. After futzing with the controls, he opened up the main doors and activated the loading crane he'd installed in the main bay. Just before he left the cockpit to go talk with the hairy beings, he activated his astrogation droids, instructing them to guard the ship and make repairs.

His YT-1300 was docked at the CSI outpost as Syn stayed in Meditation focusing on the force. He could tell that jedi was already on their way and they would be the true enemies of this battle. " Without emotion your much like a battle droid... Syn said to himself his dark robe pressing against the hard surface of his ship. As Syn meditated a dark Aura filled the room letting off a from of evilness showing how deep in meditation he was. The dual sided lightsaber connected to the holster on his was inside would be a Dark Red crystal with 4 Kyrat Dragon pearls with it.

Syn was a Sith Knight very powerful in the dark side of the force his apperance remained untouched by the dark side but within him Darkness flooded his mind making it almost impossible for him to convert back to the light. The Jedi was Syn's true enemies he didnt really care about the Republic but this was the closest he could get to fighting the large Jedi Order along with others. Still he stood in meditation until he thought of the best time to leave.

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OOC: The Vampyre - Your post is confusing to me, please explain.

OOC: I fixed it to make it more readable, but what is happening is that the Assassin Droid is using the other droids in a frontal assault to sneak past the sentrys and wait for Jedi to come to one of the landing docks that isn't taken over by droids. Of coarse, it also destroys some equipment as it waits so that when it is assaulted it would be less likely to be able to defend itself properly.

IC: "All is going to my plan, we draw the Jedi to the world of Kashyyk, and kill them in great numbers." Nute Gunray muttered to himself "The slaves though will be worth fortunes if we can find a way to tame them."
"Master, we have taken another landing dock." A droid drones.
"Yes Yes, but go away for a minute." Nute Gunray snaps at the droid. "The master may have something else in mind though, but why Kahyyk then?" "Is it because of the rumours of Dark-Force beasts?" "They woul..."
"Master, the specified minute is over" The same droid inturrupts.
"By the Sith, would you stop talking! Oh... end recording."

Alpheas stood in the entrance hall way of the jedi temple on Coruscant, he thought of all the events that lead to this moment, his father, a jedi has kept him hidden from the order and trained him at home in his spare time. His father had been killed on Genoesis and now Alpheas awaited his destiny, would the order take him in? he was unsure, at 17 he was far too old to start the training from scratch but he was already fairly proficient in the force, his hope was to me made padawan to an experianced jedi.

Looking around there was no one to be seen,
He felt a bead of sweat on his forehead, to say he was nervous would have been something of an understatement.

"Um .... hello" he called "Is there anybody here?"

ooc: do we have a GM to rp npcs? if so can you rp Alpheas meeting some guy and take it from there

Palpatine cleared his throat as he looked around the Republic senate. He was ready to make one of his highly charmasic speeches. " Ladies and gentelman of the Senate. The hour is dark as we have more news of the serpatists army attacking more systems and more planets. They even gone as far to attack the peaceful planet of the wookies. Kashyyk a primtive planetbut a planet nonetheless. We cannot allow them to get control of that planet. It will cause more harm and hinder our attack on that system. That is why i ask for more support and more money to research new techonlgy to help finally kill offthe serpatists. If they take that planet then the safety and democracy is threatened everywhere! We must support our troops in the battle and we must give more money to our cause. We must let the Republic and its democracy live on!" Palpatine shouted. People cheered and stood up. He smiled at and waved. People could be so easily controlled by words and expressions. He smiled deviously as he was lead back to his chambers....

OOC: Eh I'll just have one of my guys take you.

IC:Andrew Malamar was walking around the Temple in Coruscant in deep thought. His twin brother had left a while ago to go to Kashyyk to respond to a call. Then he noticed someone standing in the entrance hall. "Hello there stranger. Who are you and why are you here?"

Darth Mongoij got out of hyperspace and quickly saw the planet of Kashyyk. He saw the Republic ships closing in. He sighed. He then flew top a spot close to where the action would be, but far enough that he would not be caught by Republic forces. When he landed. He got out of his ship, and decided to sit for a while. He sat down, and meditated for a while.

OOC: Eh I'll just have one of my guys take you.

IC:Andrew Malamar was walking around the Temple in Coruscant in deep thought. His twin brother had left a while ago to go to Kashyyk to respond to a call. Then he noticed someone standing in the entrance hall. "Hello there stranger. Who are you and why are you here?"


"Hello Master, my name is Alpheas, I wish to be trained to become a Jedi, my father was one of your number, he was struck down at Geneosis...... he tought me much of the ways of the force but now that he is gone I come to you to beg that you help me finish my training"

he paused, that had come out better than he had thought, truth be told he'd been planning that speech for weeks,

he sensed that the man who stood before him was confused, its not everyday an adult walked in off the street claiming to be a jedi,

"Master if you require proof, I can demostrate my skills with a lightsabre, will you duel with me?"

Alpheas knew full well that he would almost certainly loose a duel with a fully fledged Jedi, but he hoped that perhaps in doing so he would show sufficient skill to suggest some basic knowledge of the force, knowledge he so desparatly wanted to expand

"You have a lightsaber? Okay then, I shall duel you." He switched on his green lightsaber with the traditional snap-hiss. He switched into a Form II stance. "Let's see what you've got."

Alpheas, shed his cloak and in the same fluid movement drew and activated his lightsabre, its vibrant yellow blade sprang to life, his sabre had been aquired by his father when on a mission to find the origins of Darth Maul shortly after the incident on Naboo, his father told him of how he and his padawan (a girl named Fraya, who had been a playmate of Alpheas as a child, not having Jedi parents she was able to be admitted to the Jedi Acadamy whereas Alpheas always had to be kept a secret, as he grew up he watched as Fraya became a powerful Jedi, at least in his eyes, the final insult was when she was assigned to be his father's Padawan, shortly later both Master and Padawan were slain at Geneosis) had discovered a secret base on an uninhabited planet where it was obvious Maul had been raised by the as yet unknown dark lord who controlled him, in the wreckage was found a lightsabre, it seems that before he adopted the use of a twin bladed sabre Maul used to use a single yellow blade. Alpheas's father had secreted the sabre on his person and later presented it to Alpheas on his eleventh birthday. The blade he now held had once been the weapon of a powerful sith lord.

He took a deep breath and attacked he was aiming to lay a strong blow on his opponents sabre from above, after conducting a dummy attack to the left, he had hoped that the man he faced had underestimated him and would not expect such a daring attack so early in the fight, if not he wouldnt have the stamina to keep it up long.

Randar Kal dropped out of hyperspace over kashyyyk the wookies where under attack and that was bad for Kal’s business. he took his Firespray into orbit he didn’t want to alarm the Republic fleet by going down to the planet right away. Not that a fleet of star destroyers was really going to worry about a Firespray. He opened a transmission to the fleet.


This is Randar Kal to Republic fleet, I would like to speak with your commanding officer preferably in person. If not I’ll talk to him from here.

"Sir?" asked the transmissions officer from a console.

"What is it?" asked Joran.

"A transmission is coming through, sir."

"An unidentified ship is approaching the cruiser, sir", chimed in the junior sensory officer. "The transmission is coming from it."

"Patch it through", said Joran.

Randar's face apppeared on the transmission screen.

"State your name and purpose", said Joran.

"My name is Randar Kal. I would like to speak to the commanding officer of this fleet."

"I am him. I am General Joran Adrian, Jedi Master of the Republic."

"Master Adrian, I would rather speak about my intent here in private. May I dock?"

I sense he can be trusted, thought Joran.

"Very well, you have permission to dock. I will meet you in the hangar bay."

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Darth Vauron stood in silence in one of the tall trees of Kashyyyk, surveying the carnage. The droid armies had done a considerable amount of damage, including the Wookies that had been killed. He scoffed. Droids were useless machines, unfit for anything. That was one reason why he wanted to help the CIS. He wanted to show them the advantages of living creatures, more prescisely, humans. The other reason was the Jedi. He was desperate to kill Jedi, to weaken the Order. He kept from fighting when the CIS invaded because there were no Jedi. But there would be. And so he waited for their arrival.

Andrew watched as Alpheas started to attack. He flicked his hand to bring the lightsaber to block his attack and realized just in time that it was a fake and swung his lightsaber up to dodge the attack then he switched into Form V and counterattacked Alpheas by attempting to sweep him off his feet.

"I believe we need to bring in more ships to the Kashyyk sector if we wish to hold onto it" Nute Gunray addresed the rest of the leaders of the CIS.

"Kashyyk is strategicaly important as well as having very good wood and slave possibilitys"

"I can send more ships, but if I do not get support they will be destroyed by the fleet of Star Destroyers waiting to attack in the sector"

"However, if we send commands to the droids to create anti-aircraft weapons all over the planet we could make it very costly to attack and it already is costly as they have to keep the Star Destroyers there or they might as well leave there and prepare defences in other places"

"I do not believe that the space forces already there can withstand a assault by the assembled fleet of Star Destroyers, what shall we do?"

Syn kept in meditation as he felt somthing distrub him... It wasn't an enemy attack or a jedi but a plan that he felt would bring the defeat of the CSI. Staying in tuned to the force slowly Syn began to creep into Nute Gunray's mind. Not trying to harm or take control but to send hime a message. " Nute Gunray...this is Darth Syn of the CSI army. I dislike your suggested plan. " We dont have the time to be placing AA weaponary across the planet pretty soon the republic will attack and the droids will be rendered defenseless. Syn paused for a momment and continued...

" Heres my suggestion... " Any ships in space will be used to combat the Star Destoyers if defeated in space we still wont have to worry about a planetary bombardment. " This is the wookie home world of course if this planet was attacked Wookies will lose respect for the republic and most likely cut their alliance. Or this planet will burn into a new tatoonie.

" Now if we win over kashyyk and the star destoryers are still up there then we can start building AA weapons since the focus of the battle would be in space But gaining more support in space would be good a nice fleet of ready to hyper battleships would be great. I hope you make the right descison in this strategic conquest... May the force serve you well. With that said Darth Syn slowly sliped out of Nute's mind sighing he was still in his YT-1300 in a meditative postion.

After the brief mental jolt in which a vision of a Sith talking came into his mind, he decided to argue with the vision.

"Yes, but we can create anti-air stuff while other things are going on. We do not have to do only that. Anti-Air will destroy many landing crafts and may even destroy a Star Destroyer if it ventures to close, after all, if we keep the Anti-Air set-ups inside the trees protective shell than they may not even think of searching for AA bases."

Kal’s Firespray landed and the hatch opened. Only seconds later he and his droid walked out. “Hello Mater Jedi mind if my droid comes along?”

OOC: sorry for the short post

The dark vision stood in his place not saying a word. Taking in the momment he began to speak. " You are right about landing crafts but i heavily doubt our Anti-Air could defeat a Star Destoryer. None the less we must remeber the enemy could attack at any given time or perhaps a large scale operation against us. If half our units are building these things we will have some problems during the fight... I suggest that we leave these landing shuttles to the star fighters on the planet. As i stated before we have no time to make AA-weaponary but we can get a special ops division to personally take down that star destoryer if your so worried about it..

Darth Syn smirked to himself the aura around him deepening into darkness. " Actually once im done with a few things here i will have no problem boarding the ship myself.

"I think that a suprise attack could easily take down a Star Destroyer. You are right that we do not have enough time to make AA bases but what I was thinking of was small mobile tanks with advanced tracking upgrades, a bit like your idea of a special ops group. Is anyone who has any military power willing to bring some troops to this sector though? That was my main question in my original hologram sending."

"Republic Fleet, reinforcments are coming from out of sector. You will be hopelessly outnumbered and all it takes is a well placed missile in the right place to destroy a Star Destroyer. Look at the holo of what happened to the space station around Naboo if you don't believe me. If you flee now you will not be destroyed unless you fight in another battle. Send a transmission to the attatched coordinates with your reply if you do not wish to surrender." Nute Gunray spoke into a small holo-capsule. "Droid 129-B, you are to send this off in the direction of the Republic Fleet as soon as you get too the Kashyyk Sector. It will broadcast this message every five minutes to the Republic Fleet until they destroy it. If they do not it will latch onto a Star Destroyers troop section and explode in a blast big enough to cover about a fourth of the quarters, of coarse, they don't know that." Nute Gunray smiled at what had just taken place. If they did not shoot the transmitter, they took large losses, if they sent a message to the point, the wookies will submit to us or rebel against the Republic, if they do not send a transmission, the wookies will be used as bait for the Jedi. Overall, he thought that they would have to have enourmous luck not to lose this round.

Kal’s Firespray landed and the hatch opened. Only seconds later he and his droid walked out. “Hello Mater Jedi mind if my droid comes along?”

OOC: sorry for the short post

"Your droid must stay by your ship", replied Joran. "I am sorry for the inconvenience. I cannot trust you fully until I know your purpose."

Syn nodded slowly thinking to himself. " Alright then i will assemble some of my troops and send them to aid you of course you must not waste them. Darth Syn's tone turned from calm to dark. Remeber failure is not a option in this war..Just tell me where you want these troops.

"Your droid must stay by your ship", replied Joran. "I am sorry for the inconvenience. I cannot trust you fully until I know your purpose."

“I assure you, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to me all I want is to have Kashyyk free from the CIS.” But Kal sent his Astromech back to his ship anyway. “I guess you also might want me to come unarmed?” and with that Kal polled out a Lightsaber “or do you not consider this a weapon like so many other Jedi?”

Meanwhile in stealth sheilded luxury yacht "Onderon's Revenge" in orbit over Kashyyk, Sipus Aurillias thinks to himself... (If you have KOTOR2, think of GOTO's yacht)

"So, the great war has begun. After this scuffle on Kashyyk I will make my entrance. When the seperatists triumph, the enslaved wookies will be a broken people, and willing to listen to my words"

“I assure you, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to me all I want is to have Kashyyk free from the CIS.” But Kal sent his Astromech back to his ship anyway. “I guess you also might want me to come unarmed?” and with that Kal polled out a Lightsaber “or do you not consider this a weapon like so many other Jedi?”

Joran looked at Kal darkly.

"Where did you get that?", he asked.

"It doesn't matter", replied Kal, seeming reluctant to speak.

"Yes, it does", retorted Joran. "Where did you get it?"

“Well I didn’t kill anyone if that’s what your thinking. But if you really must know I made it. If you don’t believe me why not just probe my head, I know you have the power but I don’t think you will use it.”

"No, I will not. 'Will you tell me' is the true question. But I don't have time to listen to age-old stories, however long they might be. You did say you wanted Kashyyyk to be free from the CIS. Why, though? I sense the Force in you, yet you are not a Jedi. But not a Sith, either. Tell me who you truly are."

(bump)

**Bumps, as Merco simply waits there, until a Sith or a Master comes to him or until he finds out about the location of some happening related with the Force, unaware of the Kashyyyk thing.**

OOC: sorry I thought I had posted my reply a few days ago…guess not.

IC: “Me? You want to know who I am. Well to keep it short I was trained by a former Jedi who had left the Jedi order. But he died six years ago. I never felt like going into the Jedi order before or after he died and for the past six years I have gone where the force tells me but I also do what I feel is best for me and my interests.

"And so your interest right now is to liberate Kashyyyk. I do not know why, nor will I ask. But I am curious about one thing; what was the name of the Jedi you speak of?"

Kal looked at Joran Darkly and said “that is not for you to know. It is only for me and Res to know.” with a hint of anger in his voice

"Who is Res?", asked Joran

“Res, well she is a Force using Twe’lek Assassin. And a quite good one I might add. She will be coming here in a Gallofree transport soon. But before it gets here we must talk in a more private place than this and you still haven’t answered me, do you want me to leave my weapons?”

Endre Pulser was tired. Hours of offloading cargo and carting it to waiting wookie transports had him beat, and he was thankful to be done and back in his ship. Lying back, he almost went to sleep, but then decided he should get underway first.

Damn... I miss Mira. Wonder if CoreSec has forgotten about a few of those little problems... They should be too busy with the CIS to worry much about me anyway. I'll slip in, visit her, and slip out. Nothing big.

It only took a few seconds to bring his freighter up and running, and only a few more to have the repulsors hot. Waving farewell to his hairy hosts on the ground, the Core Jumper soared up into the atmosphere. It hovered over one location for a second, dropping a small package on a squad of battle droids, and then quickly entered the vacuum of space.

"Oh boy... looks like the republic is here in force. I'd better hail and play nice, but the bloody buggers aren't very polite." Switching on the transmitter, Endre Pulser began talking to the ships, his hyperjump zone quite near.

Hey cloner boys, this is Endre Pulser of the smuggling ship Core Jumper. I've had a run-in with a cruiser marked similar to yours on one occasion, was it you? If it was, I didn't do it at Tatoo, that was someone else... but some... well most... actually, almost all of the messes in Corellia were mine. At least the ones in the past five to ten years.

Anywho, I just want to let you know that them wookies have a few more weapons now. And enough high density explosives to cause a lot of trouble... And some nasty EMP equipment, so you might not want to nick me this time. I also dropped a little surprise on our mutual CIS friends... a squad just met some ultra-corrosive acid. I'll probably attempt another run if the CIS doesn't get reinforcements in the area, but at the rate this war's going...

Well, I'm about a minute from my hyper point, was a pleasure talking to you. Please don't shoot at me, this is a new paint job. Endre out.

And with that, the Core Jumper continued into the void... and then the stars began to stretch to infinity and then fade away.

ooc: I'll probably not be able to respond for a while. Don't worry, I'm still in, but I'll fade away for a while. (tis why my charecter is dissapearing.)

Kiri Harul finished treating the clone trooper, who had received a concussion working in the hanger, and left him unconious on the bed in the Medbay before excusing herself with the cheif medical officer for the RSS Stregth and making her way up to her quarrters on the deck below.

Meanwhile a short squat freighter emerged out of highperspace two thousand klicks to the galactic north of the fleet. After a brief cooldown period the dirty white ship with the name Remora stencilled in blue on the bow started up its sublight engines and headed towards the republic warfleet bound for the wookie homeworld. At one thousand Klicks a transmission was sent out.
"This is republic freighter Remora to Republic Kyssyhk space fleet traffic control, I have the plasma coils ordered and request permission to land. Over."
Janus Orol sat back in the pilots chair and trimmed the unweildy craft's fligt path back on track.

OOC: i have an idea for one of kal's force powers and want to edit it in but i want to ask if its ok first. i will get rid of one of his others with the edit and will tell you want it does.

"Show me your weapons, please", said Joran.

OOC: Go ahead, what is it?

“My weapons are only these” said Kal taking our another lightsaber and a DL-18 blaster

OOC: it may be a force power in one way or another. But it’s a form of the force pushing ability, but instead of a small area one-direction wave it is an all direction wave pushing anything in a 360-degree area away. Downside is it takes time and concentration to build up the power.

The Space Traffic controller waived the Remora on to a nearby Star Destroyer and Janus touched down in the main hanger before turning off the repulser engines and lowering the cargo acsess ramp.
Four Clone troopers went into the cargo and started to unload the precious plasma coils while Janus jumped out of the cockpit and walked over to the clone officer in charge. The officer looked up from his checklist.
"So you must be... Janus Orol. Plasma coils from CorrelisNova Industries, on time, here's your payment." The Freighter Captain grinned and took the credit chips from the man's hand.
"Thank you very much." Janus looked at his chronometer. "Hey any chance I could catch some R&R around." The officer looked up from ticking something off on his list and gave Janus a withring look.
"Yes, just take the lift on the otherside of the hanger down to the habitation deck and turn starboard to the caffeteria." Janus flicked the credit chip up into the air and caught before walking off to the elevator that would take him down to some food and a welll earned drink. Then again these damned clones probabaly didn't even have alcohol.

Kiri opened the door to her quarters and turned into the hallway heading to the cafeteria. Just as the clearly marked doors came into sight, a dark slouching figure reached the open door and was just about to go inside when Kiri caught him by the arm.
"Janus! What are you doing here?" Janus whirled round to see his friend Kiri Harul standing there. His face cracked into a wide grin and he reached behind his head to scratch the back of his neck.
"Huh me? I just was dropping by you know, delivering the crusading forces of riteousness their supplies." Kirir laughed and smiled as well.
"I see you haven't changed your sense of humour lately." Janus looked offended.
"Me, funny? Nawh. Anyway come on lets go get a drink." Kiri almost laughed again.
"Janus they dont serve alcohol here." The look of horror on the pilot's fate released the building laugh in Kiri's throat.
"A ship full of soldiers being driven to their deaths and there's no drink? What in the galaxy do they drink." Trying to keep a straight face Kiri led him through the throng of troopers going about having their meals.
"The Clones drink a nutritious mixture of proteins vitmins and sugars that helps maintain optimum efficiency during their duties or water."
"It sounds disgusting." Kiri smiled at her friend and took two cups from a dispenser.
"Mostly it is, but then again it is much healtier than the stuff you usually drink. Here take this." Janus took the disposable cup and sipped it. "Hmm?" Janus turned round and spat the mixture into a nearby waste disposal unit.
"Ill take the stuff i usually drink anyday." The Twi'lek's crystal laugh sounded in the bustling room and Janus grudgingly got a cup of water.

“My weapons are only these” said Kal taking our another lightsaber and a DL-18 blaster

"The blaster stays", said Joran, and then his eyes fell on the lightsaber. "Where did you get that"

OOC: Yeah, that's fine for your force power. BTW, could you help me get some people back on this? It's going rather slow. Also, if you can help, just TG people who have already posted in here. I don't want to be swamped with a bunch of new characters appearing magically out of thin air. Thanx.

OOC: In England the last few weeks have been exams so maybe by next week you'll get some back.

bump

Kal answered “unlike you Jedi I have built two lightsabers and my favored fighting stile includes using both.”

"Fighting style? Have you been trained by Jedi?"

OOC: BTW, could you help me get some people back on this? It's going rather slow. Also, if you can help, just TG people who have already posted in here. I don't want to be swamped with a bunch of new characters appearing magically out of thin air. I've sent TGs to Ageaol, Beta Aurigae, Kaiser Martens, and Verghastinsel. Thanx.

OOC: I'm still here. I'm waiting until the fighting begins on Kashyyyk. D00d 50 fU(I<1l\l9 l30_oR£l). *Ahem*

OOC: I'm still here. I'm waiting until the fighting begins on Kashyyyk. D00d 50 fU(I<1l\l9 l30_oR£l). *Ahem*

OOC: Oh. I'm waiting for some people who are also going to fight on Kashyyyk.

Merco sighed...as he woke up. Another day more...he sat up and looked out through the window at the gently blazing sun. Then, on his birthday suit, he stood and opened his datapad up, checking on the news...he thought to himself, it had been far to long, everyone was away, where was he missing the action? "I've slept enough, several years....I'm sick of doing nothing....." and he quickly picked up his black clothing, getting dressed. He stretched and had a modest breakfast.

Later...

Merco sighed, annoyed once again. "What do you mean you cannot give me one of these ships of yours? Come on, I don't care when the registries claim I died...I'm here, give me something. Ugh."
"I'm sorry, Sir, but we are not authorized to..." And so the droid went on speaking. Merco looked to his left, then to his right, and shrugged. He then stepped close, placed his lightsabre down against it and ignited it just for a second. The droid felt back helplessly, and Merco then simply said "Thanks" ^_^' and picked up one of the passes, then hummed as he got into one of the long range Fighters available... "Much better...." Then he paused. And stretched, relaxing as the hatch closed.

Seconds later, having pressed several buttons, he moved the lever all the way to the front and took off with an unsafe, great celerity, that was characteristic of his Flying Style. Quickly, he got used to the ship's capabilities, and set a course towards where he had known something was about to happen, Kashyyyk... "Ooohh..." he was thrilled, as he approached later on, he could felt from afar many strong Force users. "Something big must be going on......"

Then, on his birthday suit, he stood and opened his laptop up, checking on the news...

OOC: Sorry about being such a bother, but there is no such thing as a laptop in Star Wars. There are, however, datapads and HoloNet screens (i believe it's the Star Wars answer to TV)

(There, edited. I thought so, but there was noone to ask)

anbody here?

Sort of o_o

anbody here?

Not many of us left, eh?

Not many of us left, eh?

no, but perhaps they're biding their time. i'm thinking next chance I get, i'm going to begin the counter-invasion. maybe more people will come back

I've been out of town, but I'm back

OOC: If I can't be here, I'll edit this...

IC:

Jedi Temple, Coruscant

The day had come, and Matma Bernu walked into the circular room nervously. Around him stood the Jedi Council, hooded. In the light stood Yoda.

Yoda regarded Matma solemnly.

"Ready, you are, to become a Jedi Knight?"

Matma swallowed slightly, before answering, "Yes. Yes, I am ready."

"Ready, are you? Realize the trials and tribulations, do you?"

"Yes."

"The upmost responsibility, it is, to be a Jedi. Death looms ove you, it will. Ready, are you?"

"Yes."

"Here, come to me, Matma."

Matma Bernu walked over to Yoda and kneeled. With one swift motion, Yoda cut off Matma's Padawan braid.

"Then, Matma Bernu, a Jedi Knight you are!", Yoda declared.

for the first time since Geonosis, Matma smiled, then left the room.

Yoda then contacted Joran Adrian, via comm-link.

"Master Adrian, an extra hand for you I have..."

ummmm...this thread has been dead for 3 months

Twould be interesting to restart. However, it looks as if it has gone the way of the dodo...