NationStates Jolt Archive

Narthaus told him self over and over, “You can’t get water from an empty cup.” He repeated it again to himself. It was near, he could feel it. He had walked so far from where he had originally felt it… The cancer.

He did it. He put it here. He will pay.

He walked closer to it… Closer…. Closer still… Until his senses where so overwhelmed with the Cancerous stench, the dark tumor, the destroyer, that he could not tell if how much farther had to go, he thought he had reached it, and soon he received his confirmation.

Several Stormtroopers came from nowhere and surrounded him. “Sir, you cannot be in this area. Please turn around.” Said the apparent leader of the Stormtroopers. “He did it. He put it here. He will pay.”

With that his Lightsaber flew from his belt into his hand, and it was ignited and it spun at lightning speeds towards the enemies of Klington. The protectors of the Cancer. The forest spun wildly around Narthaus. Before his saber bashed through the Stormtroopers, bring destruction upon those who destroy. Narthaus disappeared…

He was standing back on board his ship, he wrote a message inside of his Com System in his armor.

To: The Jedi Council.
From: An enemy of your enemy.

“The Sith did it. The Sith put it here. The Sith will pay. This is Narthaus requesting the help of the Jedi Council. I have a singularity bomb placed deep within the Klingtonian surface. I request your help in destroying it, so that the Empire of Klington may help you in your endeavors and be free of the Great Empire. This is the chain that is holding us back. This is the shackle of the GE. Help me break it.

Your Servant,
Narthaus.

To: The Jedi Council.
From: An enemy of your enemy.

“The Sith did it. The Sith put it here. The Sith will pay. This is Narthaus requesting the help of the Jedi Council. I have a singularity bomb placed deep within the Klingtonian surface. I request your help in destroying it, so that the Empire of Klington may help you in your endeavors and be free of the Great Empire. This is the chain that is holding us back. This is the shackle of the GE. Help me break it.

Your Servant,
Narthaus.
Jedi Master Armas Elendil was the one who recieved the communique. The elf pulled the paper off the fax and read it, then frowned. "It appears, then, that I need to convene the Council."

Several minutes later, in the Council Chambers, the High Council debated on this new development.

"This is a serious matter. The bomb will destroy many innocents on that planet if it detonated." Master Emily Rydo said. "We would need to send someone there to defuse it."

"Yes, but who? It's a risky job. We'll need a bomb expert and someone to protect the bomb expert." Master Blayden pointed out.

"I suggest we tap the army for the bomb expert. As for security..." Master Tsunade thought about it for a moment. "I suggest Genin Konohamaru Sarutobi."

"The 'Shadow Clone Shinobi's' apprentice?" Alex Masaki said over holocam.

"Yes. He is a well-trained student. Ready to take the Chuunin Exams." Tsunade nodded.

"Very well. I suggest Jacob as the other one to protect the bomb expert." Alex said. "Seeing as his brother and my other grandson are heading towards Draconis Nightcrawlis."

"Indeed. If the expert should perish, his alchemy powers might be able to do something to nullify the bomb." Elendil nodded.

"Very well. Let's put it to a vote." Blayden said, and it was an unanimous decision by the Council that Knight Masaki and apprentice Sarutobi be sent with the best bomb expert the army can offer to Klington.

An hour later, a ship was ready for take off...

A skinny guy wearing a pair of glasses and fatigues and holding a briefcase walked up the ramp of the ship, where two youths were waiting. His hair was the color of Tatooine sand and he was heavily freckled on his face. Typical techie guy from the army. Inside, he spotted the youths. One was wearing an oversized yellow T-shirt with a spiral leaf design on front and jeans with a belt around his waist holding various equipment. That's Konohamaru, with wild brown hair tied back in a top-knot. The other was wearing a blue tunic, a brown vest and dark khaki cargo pants, not to mention a cloak. This is Jacob, with dirty blond hair that parts to his right.

Jacob is currently 19 years old, three years after being Knighted in a small ceremony with his twin brother after Daniel's death. Konohamaru is 16, four years younger than his 'boss' Naruto. The older young man watched four-eyes saunter into the ship. "Hey! You Kevin Sneeds?"

The man nodded. "Yeah. This is the Much Ado About Nothing, correct?"

"Yup. You know what your mission is?"

"Yes. Though I must say, it's quite an honor to join you guys on this little adventure."

"Don't mention it." Jacob smiled. "We'll be taking off in a few moments. Stash your case somewhere and strap in."

"Ok. Let's see..." Kevin found a compartment inside of the MAAD and stuffed his case in before strapping in seat #3 behind the two young Jedi/ninjas. "Done."

"Ok. Ready to go, boss!" Konohamaru grinned. He has a habit of calling everyone older than himself 'boss'.

"Hold on to your hats, peoples!" Jacob smirked and turned on the ignition capacitor. The Much Ado About Nothing lifted off and sped out of the hangar and into space in moments. Soon, the craft accelerated to hyperspace...and a most dangerous A-level mission...

Tag

Several hours later, the Much Ado About Nothing reverted to realspace outside Klington's gravity well. The ship descended onto the planet, and a voice came from it to the traffic control.

"Klington Traffic Control, this is the Much Ado About Nothing, requesting clearance for landing." Jacob said.

"Whatever!" Came the reply from some traffic Controller who had recently lost his job.

"Uh, ok." Jacob descended into the planet and managed to grab the first empty docking bay he could find. He landed and then the threesome descended the ramp and took a look around.

"Pretty nice." Kevin commented.

"Yeah." Konohamaru agreed. "Let's go see what's what."

The trio went away, but not before Jacob set the alarm for the ship. Chirp-Chirp!

Klington

The Galactic Empire was under stress, enemies from without and within were hacking at the carefully constructed infrastructure which saw to the Galaxies security and survival of its populous at large. Many were thankful for the Empires protection, those in the Corporate sector, those in the Coreworlds, those wherever the will for good resided, the Empire was welcomed, but there were some, some foolish enough to ignore the Empires generous offer of security and peace and as such the Empire had to act, the Empire out of love had to dispel such dangerous thoughts……

Klingtonian Capital

The heavy thud of Imperial walkers shook the ground as they patrolled what remained of the Klingtonian capital city. Rubble and ruin rolled along the dust covered roads as the walkers vibrations shook everything around them. Outside the city limits great shanty towns had formed. Vast areas of disease and disgust, while overlooking them, like an ever watching eye, the Governors Palace rose into the sky as a symbol of Imperial dominance.

At the top of that tower sat a tall, thin man, His hair was almost as black as his soul, and his voice, as barren as a desert. Shuffling an endless line of reports governor Elva had no choice but to use paper, annoyingly, it had taken longer than anticipated for the planet to get up and running, silently he cursed the bright spark who engineered tactical orbital strikes…..

From far away Elva felt the distant vibration of another nuclear explosion, if these Klingotnians weren’t careful they were going to irradiate themselves to death, but I suppose that’s what happens when dealing with barbarians…….

Ignoring the sudden loss of life Elva went back to shuffling papers and more papers, confident in Imperial rules and law.

"This is the great Empire? This is the glory of Imperial dominance?" Konohamaru squeaked in anger. "This is complete shit!"

"Keep it down! You want to get detected?" Jacob hissed.

"No, but--"

"He's right. We gotta get to this Narthaus, fast." Kevin said. "And the quieter we are, the quicker we can get to him."

"Yeah, but where are we going to find him on this wretched planet?" The younger boy asked.

"Dunno. I guess we'll just have to start looking." Jacob said.

OOC: Your cue, Klington!

Narthaus blinked into the area around the trio.
"Grab each others shoulders." He commanded.

The three looked around in confusion.

"GRAB EACH OTHERS SHOULDERS NOW!" He yelled in fury as they grabbed each other and waited for what was next.

Narthaus Grabbed Jacobs Shoulder and blinked away to a Forest somewhere in Klington.

"Welcome to my outpost!" He said as the three looked around at a small Wooden Outpost in a thick forest.

"Master Narthaus. Nice to see you again." Jacob smirked.

"So he's Narthaus. Pleased to meet you." Konohamaru said.

"Ah, good. Now we can get started on the bomb finding." Kevin rubbed his hands in anticipation.

“Hmmm…” Narthaus aloud, “The recent Sith Bombardment has caused much of our population to flee throughout GE space.” Narthaus looked turned around and looked at the three men sent by the council, “Perhaps we could play this to our advantage…” Narthaus said while trying to keep from cracking a smile.

“But first! Lets eat, come, Ill brief you while we engorge ourselves.” Narthaus said while leading the others to a little clearing with a fire pit. He pointed his palm to a small woodpile nearby, as chunk of wood flew to his hand, followed by some more. He directed them into the pit with a sweep of his hand, and flicked his fingers backwards with his palm facing upwards as fire materialized into his hands. He dropped it into the Pit. He then flicked his fingers in the same movement he did to procure the fire, except this time, a bird fell from an overhead tree, and its feathers oddly fell off of its body as it fell. The bird fell with a silent thud into his hands, and he detached the necessary parts with a flick of his wrist, and took the bird and stuck it on a stick and began to roast it over the fire. He sat down on a nearby log and beckoned for his guests to do the same.

Narthaus began, “The bomb is deep within this planet. It is surrounded by molten rock, and the only thing keeping it in working condition is a shield which separates the two. My plan, is to deactivate this shield, and allow the molten rock to take the bomb down with it. Although plans don’t always work, and we need to be ready for another plan just in case. In that event, a more, ‘Destructive’, means will be used. Now, this bomb is heavily guarded, I am talking quite a many Storm Troopers, possibly a Sith Knight, hopefully, a Sith Knight.” Narthaus smiled. “But we must first wait for the signal, so let us eat!” He said as he reached for the now cooked bird…

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Admiral Bates stood on the bridge. All the controls were dark, except for one. The Com window.
He was currently in the middle of a Com message with the Preparation crew that was working outside the KSS Godhand. The Admiral spoke to the men, “Prepartions are ready here, what is your situation?” he said void of emotion. “Sir, everything is ready on this end! Orders Sir?” The Admiral looked up at the screen with a slight smile on his face, “Bring us up then.” He then looked down at one of the officers below him, “Close the Com window!” He ordered. “Yes, sir!”

The Admiral hit a few buttons on the Forearm control on his armor, which opened up a Com to the rest of his men onboard the ship. “This is Admiral Gilbert Bates, temporary commander of the KSS Godhand. I will now outline my plan to escape our once beautiful homeworld. Allow me to tell you are Force Usage, I would like 20% Used to make a force shield, 50% Used on a Force Speed, and then when we reach space I want 20% Used in a Force Jump to the system of XR-6748, in the Outer Rim. The other 10% will be there for emergencies.” The Admiral said as he paced the bridge, “I also want all men at Battle Stations, just in case. That is all.” He said as he looked forward. He asked aloud, “What is our status?” An officer below him said, “Sir we are currently being shifted up wards.” The Admiral responded, “Make sure you shift the Gravity appropriately.” “Aye, Aye Admiral.” Came the response.

Outside the Godhand, walls were shifting and motored floors were moving the Godhand about, until it reached its upright position. The nearby prep crew sent a Com into the Godhand, “Your prepared for takeoff Sir, initiating countdown.”

The Admiral answered the Com with a ‘Good Work.’ And then looked down to an officer below him, “Initiate countdown.”

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!
With that the huge bottom rockets ignited sending Pure Rocket power down on the ground, and the armor erupted in flames as even more Rocket Power went down, straining to push the huge Ship out into the air.
Nothing happened. The ship refused to budge.

The Admiral stood smiling on the bridge, “ACTIVATE FORCE!” He yelled to his officers below him as they scrambled to get to work…. And then the Ship took off with Amazing speed up into the Air.
An Engineer who was watching outside in the Prep team Command center breathed a huge sigh of relief as he collapsed on his desk having been working for many hours.

From space it appeared that a Thirteen Kilometer ball of fire was shooting up into Space at the Sith, and it probably made them scream, “WHAT THE HELL?!?” A few shots were fired down upon the Godhand, but they did next to nothing as the shield deflected them. Once the Godhand had gotten out into Space it whiplashed and faced the opposite direction it was going. The armor cracked and began to fall off, revealing the true armor beneath and the Real Godhand.

On board Admiral Bates issued a simple order, “JUMP!” And with that the Godhand disappeared in a flash of light that blinded those up in space.

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A beep came from Narthauses Armor. “Ah!” He said, “Its about time, follow me.” He said as they walked over to a clearing with a picture perfect view of the sky. A few moments later a Giant line of fire was shooting up into the Sky. “Ah, that’s the sign!” Narthaus said. Kevin looked up in Amazement and said in disbelief, “WHAT THE HELL!?” Narthaus looked up with a smile, “That’s gonna be my baby quite soon, it’s a shame I couldn’t pilot it, but I had these matters to take care of.”

“Lets head over to the area where the long decent to the bomb will begin.” Narthaus said while leading the others forward.

“Hmmm…” Narthaus aloud, “The recent Sith Bombardment has caused much of our population to flee throughout GE space.” Narthaus looked turned around and looked at the three men sent by the council, “Perhaps we could play this to our advantage…” Narthaus said while trying to keep from cracking a smile.

“But first! Lets eat, come, Ill brief you while we engorge ourselves.” Narthaus said while leading the others to a little clearing with a fire pit. He pointed his palm to a small woodpile nearby, as chunk of wood flew to his hand, followed by some more. He directed them into the pit with a sweep of his hand, and flicked his fingers backwards with his palm facing upwards as fire materialized into his hands. He dropped it into the Pit. He then flicked his fingers in the same movement he did to procure the fire, except this time, a bird fell from an overhead tree, and its feathers oddly fell off of its body as it fell. The bird fell with a silent thud into his hands, and he detached the necessary parts with a flick of his wrist, and took the bird and stuck it on a stick and began to roast it over the fire. He sat down on a nearby log and beckoned for his guests to do the same.

Narthaus began, “The bomb is deep within this planet. It is surrounded by molten rock, and the only thing keeping it in working condition is a shield which separates the two. My plan, is to deactivate this shield, and allow the molten rock to take the bomb down with it. Although plans don’t always work, and we need to be ready for another plan just in case. In that event, a more, ‘Destructive’, means will be used. Now, this bomb is heavily guarded, I am talking quite a many Storm Troopers, possibly a Sith Knight, hopefully, a Sith Knight.” Narthaus smiled. “But we must first wait for the signal, so let us eat!” He said as he reached for the now cooked bird…
The younger boys each grabbed a leg and a wing, while Kevin chose the other half. They ate with gusto, ready to fight the enemy soon.

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Admiral Bates stood on the bridge. All the controls were dark, except for one. The Com window.
He was currently in the middle of a Com message with the Preparation crew that was working outside the KSS Godhand. The Admiral spoke to the men, “Prepartions are ready here, what is your situation?” he said void of emotion. “Sir, everything is ready on this end! Orders Sir?” The Admiral looked up at the screen with a slight smile on his face, “Bring us up then.” He then looked down at one of the officers below him, “Close the Com window!” He ordered. “Yes, sir!”

The Admiral hit a few buttons on the Forearm control on his armor, which opened up a Com to the rest of his men onboard the ship. “This is Admiral Gilbert Bates, temporary commander of the KSS Godhand. I will now outline my plan to escape our once beautiful homeworld. Allow me to tell you are Force Usage, I would like 20% Used to make a force shield, 50% Used on a Force Speed, and then when we reach space I want 20% Used in a Force Jump to the system of XR-6748, in the Outer Rim. The other 10% will be there for emergencies.” The Admiral said as he paced the bridge, “I also want all men at Battle Stations, just in case. That is all.” He said as he looked forward. He asked aloud, “What is our status?” An officer below him said, “Sir we are currently being shifted up wards.” The Admiral responded, “Make sure you shift the Gravity appropriately.” “Aye, Aye Admiral.” Came the response.

Outside the Godhand, walls were shifting and motored floors were moving the Godhand about, until it reached its upright position. The nearby prep crew sent a Com into the Godhand, “Your prepared for takeoff Sir, initiating countdown.”

The Admiral answered the Com with a ‘Good Work.’ And then looked down to an officer below him, “Initiate countdown.”

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!
With that the huge bottom rockets ignited sending Pure Rocket power down on the ground, and the armor erupted in flames as even more Rocket Power went down, straining to push the huge Ship out into the air.
Nothing happened. The ship refused to budge.

The Admiral stood smiling on the bridge, “ACTIVATE FORCE!” He yelled to his officers below him as they scrambled to get to work…. And then the Ship took off with Amazing speed up into the Air.
An Engineer who was watching outside in the Prep team Command center breathed a huge sigh of relief as he collapsed on his desk having been working for many hours.

From space it appeared that a Thirteen Kilometer ball of fire was shooting up into Space at the Sith, and it probably made them scream, “WHAT THE HELL?!?” A few shots were fired down upon the Godhand, but they did next to nothing as the shield deflected them. Once the Godhand had gotten out into Space it whiplashed and faced the opposite direction it was going. The armor cracked and began to fall off, revealing the true armor beneath and the Real Godhand.

On board Admiral Bates issued a simple order, “JUMP!” And with that the Godhand disappeared in a flash of light that blinded those up in space.

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A beep came from Narthauses Armor. “Ah!” He said, “Its about time, follow me.” He said as they walked over to a clearing with a picture perfect view of the sky. A few moments later a Giant line of fire was shooting up into the Sky. “Ah, that’s the sign!” Narthaus said. Kevin looked up in Amazement and said in disbelief, “WHAT THE HELL!?” Narthaus looked up with a smile, “That’s gonna be my baby quite soon, it’s a shame I couldn’t pilot it, but I had these matters to take care of.”

“Lets head over to the area where the long decent to the bomb will begin.” Narthaus said while leading the others forward.
"Alright! Time to kick ass!" Konohamaru cheered. The young men followed the Jedi Master to where the bomb's location is.

Narthaus stopped and looked around. He crouched low and motioned for the others to do the same. They watched as a few Storm troopers patroled around a building that was as high as the eye could see. Narthaus looked back at Jacob and shook his head, signalling they were ready to go.

Jacob nodded. "Ok. Let's go. Konohamaru and I will hit the entrance, then you two run for it."

"Alright." Kevin nodded, pulling out his sidearm blaster.

"Good." Jacob and Konohamaru went down the route and began acting like normal kids lost, concealing their weapons well.

"I can't believe you got us lost on that trail! Now Mom's going to be mad!" Jacob yelled.

"Me? You wanted to take the left route, when I clearly said right!" The younger kid yelled.

The arguing attracted the front guards and the side ones. "Halt! This is a restricted area."

"Now look at what you did!" Jacob groaned. "You've gotten us in trouble!"

"Get down on the ground now, or we'll fire!" Blaster whine was heard as the stormtroopers primed their weapons to fire.

"It's you who got us into trouble and I'm going to tell Mom...NOW!" Two lightsabers were ignited and cut down the stormtroopers like they were Swiss cheese. Blaster bolts were reflected back towards their shooters, and then there were none.

The two waved for Kevin and Narthaus to come quickly, for the commotion have definitely attracted more attention, including a couple of AT-STs being called in...

The room was bleak and cast with shadow, the carpet was a dark crimson and all around the walls security monitors displayed everything everywhere. The entire world seemed to be under strict monitoring, with Imperial camera droids moving everywhere without hesitation. Retinal scans were carried out at random, DNA tests enforced, both helping to assist in the routing of rebel infiltrators, and eventually, these methods would ensure that the firm grip of Imperial order remained intact.

Shuffling some papers the governor continued to sign the deaths of thousands of rebels, each one found guilty of multiple crimes against the state, each a traitor to the Empire which cared and loved them, but with betrayal goes justice, and with justice goes death. The aging governor continued to sign papers, the more he signed, the less the burden on the Administrative system, captured rebels really were a bureaucratic nightmare. Confident he really was doing some good out here, in this, this wasteland, Elva was happy that with every death he authorised, his own life, and many others would become easier.

Placing a rather heavy folder of death warrants in the out tray Elva moved on to his next batch, his face masked in a small and slight shadow was annoyingly cast aside, interrupted by the dim glare of sunlight beaming through the office windows, quickly and sullenly, he contorted back into the shadow. Opening the folder entitled Most Urgent Elva was interested, the island of Kelral, was once again rebelling in open arms against the Empire, harsh and punitive legislation would be necessary.

Ticking the small box at the bottom of the page, entitled orbital bombardment, Elva with some satisfaction, had just signed over the lives of over eighty thousand people. If these damn rebels weren’t careful they would soon have no world left to fight for. But Administration was administration and rules were rules, he was forced into such lenient measures. With a quick flick of his wrist his signature was on the page, and the orders would assuredly be issued a day later.

Filing the folder away in the correct out tray Elva was interrupted by some sound, some…. It was an alarm, he quickly realised. Wondering what in the Emperors name the disturbance was he quickly checked the monitors… Jeedi He twisted. At his door! Oh well he scoffed, they would be dealt with. Thinking no more of it he went back to his files, his forms, which were awaiting his signatures…

At the entrance way the Jedi would be confronted by a solid door, vast and impregnable, while off in the background swarms of Imperial forces would be converging upon them. Perhaps attacking an Imperial garrison head on was not the best of ideas?

In the far of distance the Jedi would be confronted by the worrying sound of Imperial walkers, some not only AT-ST’s……

Narthaus turned behind himself towards Kevin. “Wait here!” He felt the force surrounding him. Swirling ever slowly, and then, the force willed him to be faster, it granted him the speed to do his job. He felt it as the force Whirled around it with amazing speeds, like a hurricane. He then opened his hand and caused his lightsaber to flow with the current of the force into his hand. He ignited it, and set himself in a battle stance.

He jolted forward with a burst of speed, the AT-AT fired its lasers at Narthaus, but most missed do to his sheer speed. The others that happened to make it past his speed, were blocked with his lightsaber. He finally reached the beastly creature of mechanical origin, and prepared to slash it down. He cut through one of the creatures “legs,” and then let the momentum from the first blow carry him through and cut down another leg. The Walker fell down, incapacitated, but not completely dead yet. Narthaus wanted his enemy to see Klingtonian strength before it died. He ran on the fallen remains of the AT-AT and jumped off onto the Governors palace, he gained speed, and then stuck his lightsaber into the wall, and used his excess momentum with the lightsaber to swing onto another nearby AT-AT. He landed on a perch of safety, free from the enemy that lied below…
He reached into his cloak and pulled out an old bowcaster, he loaded an explosive blaster bolt, and aimed at the fallen AT-AT. He fired the blot into the beast and witnessed its own death at the hands of fire and destruction, the same death Narthauses people had experienced shortly before. The explosion left a timeless mark on the Governors palace. To say it simply, the mark was one that would remind everyone not to fuck with the Klingtonians.
He raised his lightsaber above his head in a downward stabbing motion, and thrusted it down into the AT-AT below him.

He did a backflip down and away from the scene, and examined his vengeance.

As Narthaus did his stuff, Jacob executed his own abilities on the supposedly impregnable door. As Konohamaru picked off blaster bolts coming their way and Kevin fired his blaster at those too close, Jacob slammed his hands on the door, focusing on the molecular bonds in the metal. Like the Jedi Vergere and legendary Master Jacen Solo, he had the gift of alchemy, able to rearrange molecules to his liking. So he focused on the door, and as energy crackled around it, it crumbled inward, sending shards of steel inside to strike any hapless soldiers who may have been waiting. Then, the Jedi and bomb-squad soldier stepped inside the tower, lightsabers and blaster at the ready...

The fantastic thing about Imperial Walkers is that their armour is almost impregnable against energy weapons. The strong, hard Neturonium alloy remaining in an uncreative state would take more energy than a mere Lightsabre or bowcaster to destroy, indeed most Imperial technicians believe it would take an energy so grand that it would ignite the planets atmosphere, but that was just a theory.

As the hordes of walkers and Imperial forces came over the horizon a lone figure charged out to meet them. His blue lightsabre shimmering against the dark, a lone light in the encompassing void of Empire. Blaster bolts were cast aside, his figure too fast to see, within seconds an Imperial walker was down, the hydraulic cable snapped and destroyed but the swirling heat of a lightsabre, a silent and hissing cloud of Ozone left in its wake.

Within the control box the crew braced for impact as the Walker slowly tilted towards the ground. “Brace!” many would have shouted, and at the end it was over, the Walker fallen, the crew inside dead, or alive.

From the many AT-AT’s behind, shuts would go up, crews would be angered, revenge would be demanded. Troops would instantly disembark, falling down to meet their foe on wires and cables, firing as they went.

Meanwhile back at the Citadel somehow the Primary entrance way dissolved, melted before the Governors computerised eyes, leaving the endless maze of the Citadel open for intrusion. Inside the great fortress a mass of Troopers and Storm troopers would be waiting.

High at the top of the Citadel, stretching kilometres into the sky the Governor was watching the events unfold. Jedi really were the most annoying of problems, never truly significant in the big picture, but they always managed to go for the chain of command. A truly magnificent strategy in toppling Empires, but why kill him? There would be a replacement from Coruscant, there numbers were too thin to even hope to stop the retaliatory strikes, even with the war on, it would be crippling, so why were they here? Contemplating the situation Elva was interrupted by the trudging steps of a stormtrooper. “Governor, we have your ship prepared to leave. If the Jedi get past level two hundred I am recommending you to evacuate.”

“Thank you Andrew.” The Governor responded a little perplexed, was this really happening? Indeed it was, the security monitors proved it. For a few moments Elva watched the Jedi cut their way through the opening lines at the entrance way. “Andrew, are the monitors still active down there?”

Patching a small request through his wristband the garrison commander got a quick reply. “Yes Governor, twelve of sixteen are still active.”

“Patch me through old chap.” Reconfiguring the internal camera system the tall thin face of the Governor would soon appear on every screen in the Citadel.

Jedi Incursion, you have violated section four, paragraph three of the Klingtonian/ Imperial civil friendship act. I hereby place you under arrest….

The battle continued the Jedi obviously amused by the Governors decision.

If you do not put down your weapons within the next eight seconds I will order the Star Destroyer Empire to open fire on the islands of Helval, the continent of Tulora, and the city of Belar, a total casualty rate of ohhhhh One billion six hundred thousand in the first volley I believe? All targets of course have been found to be rebel sympathisers, and this could be interpreted as open rebellion, the choice is yours.

A small fleet is dispatched from Juraian space. Where it goes, nobody knows.

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Jacob heard the summons from the governor. A small part of him told him that if he surrendered, maybe the people won't die. But then again, he knew better. If he did surrender, he would be forced to watch them die anyway, for that is how the Empire works. And surrender was not an option in this case, no matter the price.

"What are we going to do?" Konohamaru asked.

"The surviving public will have his head for that. We'll give them it." Jacob smirked. The the Force urged him to say some words. His voice became as sharp as the blade whirling around him, as cold as Hoth. "Governor! Should you murder those innocents, mark my words well! Pray that you never see me. Pray that I never reach you, for I will be the last thing you will ever see again in this universe! Mark my words!"

Then the boys and their older friend Kevin awaited Narthaus' command. he is the Jedi Master presiding over this, after all.

Word from Juraian space reached the Godulans, and a simple plan was intituted as insurance against any chance of failure at seizing the singularity bomb.

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General Lear's voice came across the intercom as the preparation teams continued to work:

"I want that penetrator smack dab in the middle! And make the front look like its not armored, we need to make sure it can bring down the planetary shield just long enough to be useful!"

Two workers looked at each other in between fabrication stretches, and shook their heads. "She's a good general and all, but not really all that hot at small projects."

On the Planet of Phoenix:

The 14 Year old Emperor Seton Vonnix rode the palace elevator up. He found it an interesting symbol. He was riding up into the annals of history. The elevator stopped and the door opened. The young man stepped out in front on a council of the tribes of Klington. Around him was a calm air, almost like arrogance, except that would be far from the real feeling he gave off. It was more of a humble, “I know what I’m doing” kind of air. With a glint in his eyes he began to speak, “Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Hear me out, and do not talk when I am talking! Please.” He said with a smirk that looked like someone took a knife and carved it across his face from cheek to cheek.

“As my first act as new emperor, I would like to fix the population problem, which will become apparent in a short while. I will present a few steps. First, since the Klingtonian government keeps DNA tabs on our citizens. I have installed a small cloning facility. We will clone our lost citizens and bring them back. Secondly, I plan to begin mass production of Godulan androids. Which, yes, have the ability to procreate. We can produce millions upon millions of these robots, even more if our allies pitch in. Thirdly, Klington Corporation has been preparing by opening up a new tourist attraction company, and I will follow there lead by opening our borders up to immigration, and finally, I plan to make a new mandate which makes it mandatory for every family to have a certain amount of children. How many? That is up for debate, and we shall discuss it soon. Alright. Questions?” He said with the same smirk that was by now his trademark. It was brief, and to the point, just how he liked it.

One of the councilmen stood up and asked, “I don’t believe the cloning idea will help much, sire. We can’t pump out that many clones. I think it should be removed.”

“Hear, hear! I had thought of that as well. But upon careful consideration, I decided that it should stay. Why? You may ask. Because if we promise all those that we will clone their loved ones and bring them back into this world, then we will give the people hope. It may not be filled, but it will help us in our plight. Not to mention it will actually help some of our people. Any more?”

A councilmen stood up and wiggled his nose, “Sire, what about the Godhand?”

Seton sighed. Millions of people are about to die and all you can care about is that? Hmmph.
“It is in space currently.”

The council discussed amongst themselves, and finally one of them stood up and said, "We approve."

“Thank you gentlemen. Now if you will excuse me.”

He walked into the elevator and began to think as it glided down. The council hasn’t denied the Emperors request for 400 years. I pray that they actually found nothing wrong with my plans and weren’t just approving it for the sake of doing it. Afterall, I am only 14, and since I have never been older than 14, how can I tell if my ideas are not immature?

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Narthaus dropped his weapons, and signaled for the others to do the same. “Governor, you drive a hard bargain, too bad your bluffing though. Because all those areas are in different places of the Planet, it would take hours to barrage each one. Either you think me a fool, or you haven’t studied your geography.”

While Narthaus distracted his enemy with his words, inside his suit he activated a comblocker, and then his weapons floated to his hands as he took out a few storm troopers nearby….

He then made a mad dash into the building, and using the fallen splinters of steel that were a new addition to the governors tower, Narthaus used the force to fling them into the enemy that was on his heels. A group of Storm troopers fell dead with the new wounds.

Narthaus dropped his weapons, and signaled for the others to do the same. “Governor, you drive a hard bargain, too bad your bluffing though. Because all those areas are in different places of the Planet, it would take hours to barrage each one. Either you think me a fool, or you haven’t studied your geography.”
Jacob, Konohamaru and Kevin momentarily dropped their weapons upon Narthaus' request, trusting him to know what is best.

While Narthaus distracted his enemy with his words, inside his suit he activated a comblocker, and then his weapons floated to his hands as he took out a few storm troopers nearby….

He then made a mad dash into the building, and using the fallen splinters of steel that were a new addition to the governors tower, Narthaus used the force to fling them into the enemy that was on his heels. A group of Storm troopers fell dead with the new wounds.
Jacob and Konohamaru exchanged glances and then a small storm of shuriken rained out at the nearby stormies' necks before their lightsabers were regained to continue attacking the enemy. Kevin also has regained his blaster.

Elva shot a slight look of dismay on the monitors, sad and annoyed at this most outrageous act of defiance. “Jedi idiot.” Elva said gently over the channel.“Now, your people will die.”

Moving slowly away from the communicator Elva moved back into his office, “Andrew?”

“Yes Sir!”

“I want you to seal off level three, and make sure the contingency measures on level two are prepared.”

The Trooper smiled at the thought of what could happen. “I’ll see to it right away Governor.”

Leaving the office in a hurried rush the Stromtrooper would just catch a slight whisper of the governors next order, “Begin the extermination.

Klingtonian Capital Unit IC-445

“Sir, I’m receiving orders from the tower… We’ve to begin the extermination immediately, apparently there’s some kind of Jedi incursion at the citadel.”

“Alright men lock and load.” Each squad member flicked off their safeties causing a gentle humm as the discharge capacitors were prepared for continuous fire. Maintaining a traffic point the squad wasn’t lacking in targets, there was your usual pedestrians, drivers in hover vehicles and a mother with several children in tow.

“Open fire.” IC-332 whispered to his squad.

Within an instant the area was saturated with blaster fire, the red bolts of the E-11 cutting down children and adults alike. Blood, limbs and shattered organic material flooded the small area. Quickly and without resistance the operation had been carried out mercilessly. “Pack up, move on to the next area.” IC-332 ordered. There was a lot of work to do tonight. Shuffling out of the traffic square the Stormtrooper commander noticed a gurgling child on the ground, bubbles of blood bursting out of its mouth. Looking down in contempt 332 lifted his standard issue Durasteel boot and slammed it into the child’s face, the eyes pleading for help or mercy. Xeno Scum Moving onto the next area IC-332 continued the purge.

The Tower

Elva smiled as the sound of blaster fire and screams somehow managed to reach him in his office, his days work was almost complete just one more task remained. Lifting his frail and claw like hand, Elva typed in a few commands on to the small control panel built into his desk, within a few moments his orders would become apparent.
Across the Sky of Klington day would turn into night, the sun would vanish in darkness and the temperatures would begin to plummet. Eternal darkness had come to Klington, a wave of eternal night, justice handed out from the Empire.

OOC: Sith, reread my post before your current post, and reread the first post of the thread. Then Repost. Thanks.