NationStates Jolt Archive

0700 Hours Border of old dominion axis abandoned space,

The USS Yorktown and USS Saratoga along with 250 other ships (mainly small)
And convoys of 150 freighters supply ships and colony ships, rumbled along as there IIE’S worked and glowed, there dull red lights along the hulls of the ships; while there nacelles shined dark dull blue over the star drive sections of the ships.

Mean while they were slated to colonize several sectors in the area, as the first convoy approved the first system the others warped out in a flash of blue glory towards there respected destinations. Star light gleaming on the hull of the ships moving in to systems. Mean while ships began landing pods and beaming down supplies and colony packages down to a class m planet with blue, and green Oceans.

An announcement was made that about 10 large abandoned sectors would be colonized and rebuilt buy the union and or held, the 8th, 6th, and 10th fleets will be stationed there, along with the 45th, 61st, 20th mechanized infantry divisions, and over 500,000 troops

Chronosian Exploratory and Requisition fleets tore through the warp; engines roaring, blazing with unholy light as they surged forth towards their destinations. The sensor arrays had detected massive movments of their neighbours fleets; leading here; former Dominion Space...Abandoned; Ripe. And thus the sons of Chaos came; to take more worlds; more races and peoples into their fold; the magnificence of CHaos laid bare before them.

The lead ship indiciated a world; a shimmering orb of blue and green and orange; a perfect world; watching as its vessels proceeded; the drop ships and transports rocketing towards the fertile opportunity below; as the Imperial vessels turned; others splitting off to other worlds indicated by the lead ships...

Yes...This would do nicely.

The Union will let you have half of the territories we are claiming in exchange for no excessive military forces in the area and a mutual defensive treat of the sectors on both sides

"The Imperium will happily enter into this pact with you, as long as exactly half of these sectors are granted to the Imperium; the Emperor sends his wish that there be no hostilities between our respective powers and puts forward a plan for joint border defence and mutual alliance...."

Agreed we shall send you star charts for half of all the sectors

Our government wishes to place a couple of trading posts around these sectors feel free to establish trade relations with them.

The message was sent to all nations in the area mean while scout ships were reporting in, defiant and Norway classes going in formation patrolling borders the star light gleaming on there smooth hulls , as there hull lights blinked in the void of space. The ships maneuvered in a standard wing formation. On the bridge of the Norway the lead ship.


The helms officer was taping along his glass beeping blinking console setting courses and maneuvers as the captain was sitting on the chair of his medium sized bridge, while his con officer scanned deeply the space for any thing. The con officer sighed as the captain commented “well this seems kind of quiet..” the tac officer grinned slightly “ don’t jinks us sir” the captain chuckled laying back on his chair while the helms officer worked and comment “well at least we don’t have to fight.. yet”

TAG

Unfortunately for them, one of the sectors was actually inhabited...by Katua, one of the planets of Coreworlds under Lady Nightshade's control.

A powerful Star Destroyer loomed into view as the TFU ships lumbered by.

"This is the Devastator! By order of her Majesty Lady Nightshade, you have trespassed on our space! Withdraw immediately or die!"

With weapons and shields powering up, the mighty ISD would brook no aggression.

The wing of 10 ships stopped and turned to face the ISD

The Capitan stood up sighing slightly taping a hailing frequency.
He said “the Federation has rightfully claimed these sectors we have discovered no evidence of any planets if there are we are willing to negotiate and unclaimed a said sector”

The frequencies were closed and the Capitan looked over to his tactical offi9cer who was taping on his glass blinking LCARS panel. And said “red alert all hands battle stations!” with that the tactical officer worked fast and furiously taping on his console bringing shields weapons, and engines to full . the other 9 ships did the same

The wing of 10 ships stopped and turned to face the ISD

The Capitan stood up sighing slightly taping a hailing frequency.
He said “the Federation has rightfully claimed these sectors we have discovered no evidence of any planets if there are we are willing to negotiate and unclaimed a said sector”

The frequencies were closed and the Capitan looked over to his tactical offi9cer who was taping on his glass blinking LCARS panel. And said “red alert all hands battle stations!” with that the tactical officer worked fast and furiously taping on his console bringing shields weapons, and engines to full . the other 9 ships did the same
"The Katua Sector are ours by right of conquest. You have one last warning!" A light turbolaser has fired across the bow of the lead enemy ship.

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Meanwhile, Lady Nightshade was notified of the intrusion.

"My Lady. An intrusion of colony ships have been detected near the Katua Sector."

"Very well." Came the hiss of the Dark Lady's words. "Send the Chameleon fleet. If they do not leave, have the Devastator destroy all the ships. The fleet is for backup."

"Yes, milady."

The Dark Lady sat back, content that her space would be cleansed of the vermin...

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The Chameleon fleet is a fleet of cloaked ships that the Dark Lady has ordered from Huntaer. It is led by an Elite Star Destroyer with the same name, and it's cloaks are good enough to distort space-time itself, making them effectively invisible to all but the best of sensors. It is this fleet that shall annihiliate the colony ships invading Coredian space if the Devastator shall fail. It is this one that will carry out the Dark Lady's will, no matter what she orders. The fleet is ready to attack, but not quite yet...

(Good luck, Fedral Union. I'd help, but of course. I'm not into Future Tech)

The galaxy class star ships USS Gorge town and James t Kirk went to full alert as there SCVS detected cloaked vessels. The 10 smaller ships formed up behind the larger ones and went to red alert they armed there weapons and engaged there shields. A message we sent on wide broad cast “this is the USS Georgetown what is your business”

The galaxy class star ships USS Gorge town and James t Kirk went to full alert as there SCVS detected cloaked vessels. The 10 smaller ships formed up behind the larger ones and went to red alert they armed there weapons and engaged there shields. A message we sent on wide broad cast “this is the USS Georgetown what is your business”
Hmm. They're good at detecting cloaked ships. Admiral Blair mused. "Do nothing. Let the Devastator handle it."

"Aye, sir."

The Devastator began to open fire in reply. The warnings have been ignored. Now they will pay for it with their lives and the lives of thousands. Dozens of deadly turbolasers lanced out for the enemy ships, while dozens more of TIE Interceptors have flown out to attack the convoy of colony ships. The battle, no, extermination has begun.

Point defensive Phasers accurately fired at the enemy as a few federal fighters appeared behind the convoy ships they were SF-22 Super star raptors capable of matching any thing, the fighters rushed out matching enemy fighters and firing pulse Phasers . The Gorge town took some hits, it shook widely as a few consoles blinked and sparked, the tactical officer said loudly ”Sir shields down to 90%” the captain responded quickly saying “Return fire full forward Phasers” with that the gorge towns phaser arrays charged up with crimson orange burst of energy firing in a strong beam of fire, the phaser targeted the enemy bridge and shield dome firing rapidly in powerful burst, the other ships started whooshing and maneuvering around firing there phaser arrays and torpedoes.

Point defensive Phasers accurately fired at the enemy as a few federal fighters appeared behind the convoy ships they were SF-22 Super star raptors capable of matching any thing, the fighters rushed out matching enemy fighters and firing pulse Phasers . The Gorge town took some hits, it shook widely as a few consoles blinked and sparked, the tactical officer said loudly ”Sir shields down to 90%” the captain responded quickly saying “Return fire full forward Phasers” with that the gorge towns phaser arrays charged up with crimson orange burst of energy firing in a strong beam of fire, the phaser targeted the enemy bridge and shield dome firing rapidly in powerful burst, the other ships started whooshing and maneuvering around firing there phaser arrays and torpedoes.
"Captain, they are firing on the bridge and sensor domes."

"Yes, I can see that." The captain said as the shields brightened with the flashes of energy and the bridge rumbled with the impacts. "They'll have to do more than that to destroy us! Intensify firepower upon their flagship, then have the bomber wings concentrate their missiles on one ship at a time."

The massive heavy turbolaser turrets then began to speak, blasting meters-thick beams of green death at the Georgetown while the smaller turbolasers dealt with the other ships.

The bombers did as they were ordered, flying through the enemy ranks to send missiles and torpedoes into enemy ships.

One of the fighter squadrons managed to fly through the criss-crossing beams of death and is now making an attack run on the enemy transports. The phaser batteries of the enemy have begun to take its toll on the fighter and bomber wings, but the Star Destroyer itself is still going strong.

Losses:
Bridge shields: 95%
Hull shields: 92%

Fighters: 10
Bombers: 12

The Capitan of the gorge town, yelled in to the comn as his ship was hit consoles exploded and blinked sparks flying every place “all ships set a course for star base 118 this battle is not important” several seconds later all the ships and convoys and fighters warp[ed out at high speeds there flashes of bright blue light and blue particle streams all over the voided space

Relegated to this backwater corner of the galaxy; to claim worlds; merely claim them. Removed from the succulent pleasures of war, Remiel was broken, and not the pleasures of the flesh, nor the entertainments of the mind could occupy him...His entire legion; obliterated in a single moment of Dratherian arrogance. Wiped out, and for what? The Geneseed?

A fools price for such losses. Already the process of rebuilding had begun, but it would take countless years for his armies to be what they had once been. The Warmaster roared in inhuman anger; slamming his fist into the wall of his quarters; a visible mark remaining....

He bore the scars of mnay wars; flesh sundered, mind hardened; but now his arrogant pride is maimed; as his flagship; The Transcendant Humanity glides into an occupied system near the Coreworlds/TFU border. The concerns of lesser races are not a trouble for him yet; the Union has not asked for aid; and the Coreworlds, rebellious galactic province, has not yet successfully drawn his ire.

"This is no job for a Lord Inquisitor; this is no task for the Warmaster..."

As the crew cheered their victory, the XO went to the captain. "Shall we pursue?"

"No. They have been chased out of our space." The Captain replied. "Unless the Lady wishes otherwise, this shall suffice."

And the Star Destroyer went back on patrol, sniffing for other prey.

There were several planets around just inside unknown enemy space they were inhabited buy newly set up federal colonies. At most each had 20 ships defending them and a star base

The Devastator then happened upon the The Transcendant Humanity, near a reddish nebula that would birth stars someday. Because of the greater power from the ship it detected, the Captain tread more carefully here.

"Unknown craft, please state your business here."

"I am Remiel, Warmaster of the Chronosian Imperium; son of the Daemon Emperor. This territory belongs to him, and I guard it in his name. The unclean dogs of order and law that prowl about here cannot be trusted to uphold their bargain; for while they seek to do good; they are covetous, jealous morons who, in doing good, would seek to wreak more havok than even I alone could muster.

Identify yourself in turn, unknown vessel"

"I am Remiel, Warmaster of the Chronosian Imperium; son of the Daemon Emperor. This territory belongs to him, and I guard it in his name. The unclean dogs of order and law that prowl about here cannot be trusted to uphold their bargain; for while they seek to do good; they are covetous, jealous morons who, in doing good, would seek to wreak more havok than even I alone could muster.

Identify yourself in turn, unknown vessel"
"This is Captain Henson of the Imperial vessal Devastator, servant of her Majesty Darth Nightshade. It would appear that you and I agree on certain things. Do you wish to meet face-to-face?"

"If it pleases you, come aboard my vessel; I shall await you in my quarters. I see no need to leave the sanctity of my ship for any discussion concern the vapid fools who lick and claw at the bootheels of those who would praise them for their good deeds."

The captain, with a small honor guard, left the ship in a shuttle, and traveled over to Remiel's ship. He had a special order to conduct in the event of this specific encounter, and he would not defy it.

Mean while a group of freighters, was on route from federal space to a friendly station, the freighters were carrying ledorite ore, manufactured materials\, and high tech teraforming machinery.


The group of ships slowly warped out to rest there engines as they rumbled along, the sounds of there engines reverberating throughout the ships. They observed the meeting of the ships slightly, and got some background noise witch seemed to be voices . there main objective was to establish a new route to a Chronosian planet or station ledorite ore was extremely rare and precious it could be used to make many luxury goods, or used in construction.

A sibiliant voice whispered in the darkness... "Mahkal, prepare the fleet. We must flee Realm space, as they have reached an accord with the Chaos Imperium. We shall enter [sector code], and conquer all we see there. Perhaps the scions of law are there. If they are, they shall burn...

Two days hence

A fleet, perhaps two hundred ships, among them a single, huge, warship, ripped its way out of the Warp. One thousand fighters sat safely in hangar bays, and Chaos Marines loaded and reloaded their weapons, after practicing again and again. They were to serve Ithrimas, a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch, inhabiting the body of their commander. Ithrimas has ordered them to Remiel's side, a power he could feel throughout the galaxy. He was prepared to offer his legions to the errant Warmaster, and wage war against the pitiful forces of Law. He had spent thirteen years, long, painful years, keeping his planet hidden from the forces of Law, and then he had been discovered.

A tiny probe had escaped, and a fleet was even now inbound, and would raze the facilities, those used to make the Dreadnoughts, the Terminators, all the valuable weapons he carried aboard his ship, were razed. Luckily, he had saved the Geneseed, but it was not enough. He needed a true planet of his own, one from which he could scourge nations, and strike fear into the hearts of children. For this, he needed Remiel's aid.

Fleet Numbers:
Scourge of Law: Flagship, carries Chaos Marines and war equipment. Heavily armoured with little shielding. Crude, but huge. The ship Ithrimas built from his own power, it is constantly changing and whirling.

4 Fire of Chaos Battlecruisers. Carries large amount of war equipment, little to no shielding, but huge and heavy.

17 Bane of Life Destroyers. Smaller, essentially a scaled down version of the Battlecruisers. More long-range weaponry, no fighter bays. No shielding whatsoever.

28 Khanan Light Destroyers: Faster, less armoured versions of the destroyers. Carry no fighters or troops, serve simply as anti-capital weaponry.

100 Scion of Tzeentch Frigates: Heavy for frigates, carry warpfire cannons and huge amounts of missiles. Slow and bulky, generally poorly built.

50 Unnamed One Transports - Carries large amount of heavy weaponry and marines.

OOC: I know it's large, but the entire fleet is poorly built, but used up the resources of a planet, two asteroid belts, and four moons. The general idea was to just pile on more metal, to make it safer.

IC: The fleet burst out of the Warp, perhaps just within sensor range. The Daemon's voice rang out, like a bell to Remiel's mind. "Lord of Chaos, we live but to serve. We have sought you out, and seek to wreak terrible vengeance in the name of Tzeentch in this sector. We carry a Legion of Chaos Marines, albeit inferior, due to the poor Geneseed we have, and we have many machines of war, and are prepared to rip the living heart of our enemies in our sector. We shall dominate this sector utterly in the name of Chaos!"

(OOC did you warp in to my terriotry ?)

Sprawled on a great throne of silk and obsidian; ridged in gold and jewel and even intricately inlaid bone; lay Remiel; his bare flesh scarred and perfumed; his hair oiled and combed. He looked upon those who came before him and sat up, smiling softly.

"And what mayflies does the shadow the Masaki's send to me this day? What morsels for the succulent pleasures I offer; or the pets that hunger beyond your sight?" He raises a hand as though carressing some invisible being.

"Speak your words, insects; lest I tire of these affairs..."

The Captain couldn't help but tremble before this leader of Chronosia. He swallowed. "M-my lord. The Empress Nightshade has requested an audience with you. She has said that it had to do with 'our mutual enemy', the eldest Masaki boy."

(OOC did you warp in to my terriotry ?)
OOC: No, near Chronosia. That's my escaping Chaos Fleet, as Chaos was once widely worshipped in my nation, but now worshipping Chaos is punishible by death. So they fled, and the Greater Daemon felt Remiel's presence, knew him to be a great Warmaster, and wishes to pledge his partial alleigiance to him.

"Go, take one the sectors next to the borders of the Fedral Union; one sector out of five shall not matter when four remain" He brushes the message from the Daemon off as he turns his cold stare back to the Captain.

"Now; where do I have to meet her, and what can I gain from this? I see no reason to risk all against the Masaki's and their petty squabbles?" He rises, dark and formidible. "What am I to be? The dog the cows at her heels to end her family disputes?" He reaches for the howling Daemonblade at the side of his throne.

"Indulge me, and I may make certain that you leave here alive"

"Now; where do I have to meet her, and what can I gain from this? I see no reason to risk all against the Masaki's and their petty squabbles?" He rises, dark and formidible. "What am I to be? The dog the cows at her heels to end her family disputes?" He reaches for the howling Daemonblade at the side of his throne.

"Indulge me, and I may make certain that you leave here alive"
"M-my Lord. You know of Tenetia, the world where she now rules. As for what you gain...I have heard of a man, similar to you, in her Majesty's court, on her side as executor of her will. They call him...Chronos..." The captain trembled before Remiel.

Remiel let his free hand clench as the other tightened on the hilt; madness filled him, as he strode forth, crackling with the baleful energy of the warp; his eyes burning with it.
"The Traitor lives?" His voice a hissed whisper; his body shaking with palpable rage as he towered over the Captain. "You will take me to him; or I shall burn your body from the very plane; and feed your wretched soul to the Daemons who wait to feast even now..."

Remiel let his free hand clench as the other tightened on the hilt; madness filled him, as he strode forth, crackling with the baleful energy of the warp; his eyes burning with it.
"The Traitor lives?" His voice a hissed whisper; his body shaking with palpable rage as he towered over the Captain. "You will take me to him; or I shall burn your body from the very plane; and feed your wretched soul to the Daemons who wait to feast even now..."
The captain cowered like a small child. "A-aye my lord."

He sent forth a message to the Devastator to return to Tenetia. "Follow my ship. It will take you to my Mistress' planet. There, you will find Chronos."

Remiel nodded, activating a comms unit; "Follow that vessel; we go to Tenetia; seat of the dark Empire; there to find the bastard who would be king." He relaxed, muscles losing their tenseness as he sat down, relaxing into the folds of it.

"Some wine, captain?" He chuckled softly. "You look like you could use something for the trip"

"I..thank you." Though he could decline it, the sword by Remiel's side said otherwise.

The Devastator soon sped through hyperspace to Tenetia, and reverted to realspace, sending down a notice that Lord Remiel of Chronosia is here.

Remiel smiled softly, as he rose and moved past the captain. "Fermented from the purest virgins blood in three sectors" His harsh chuckle echoing as he made his way to the bridge, opening communications with the world.

"I am Remiel, Warmaster of the Imperium. Long has it been since I last beheld Tenetia...Though I arrive in better tidings than that long ago dark time. I come to see your Empress; to hear more of her...bargain"

Remiel smiled softly, as he rose and moved past the captain. "Fermented from the purest virgins blood in three sectors" His harsh chuckle echoing as he made his way to the bridge, opening communications with the world.
The captain made an excuse to get back to his ship and away from this insane leader.

"I am Remiel, Warmaster of the Imperium. Long has it been since I last beheld Tenetia...Though I arrive in better tidings than that long ago dark time. I come to see your Empress; to hear more of her...bargain"
"You may dock at Bay 2. She is expecting you." The reply has come.

A shuttle tore free from the great ship of the Warmaster, hurtling towards the world, and Dock 2. As he felt the familiar shudder of the ship slowing, stopping; he stepped towards the doors as they slid open; taking his first footfalls upon Tenetia since the days of the Second Clone Wars.

"I am Remiel..." He hissed, not caring who he addressed; but intent on finding out what this dark lady wished of him....

A shuttle tore free from the great ship of the Warmaster, hurtling towards the world, and Dock 2. As he felt the familiar shudder of the ship slowing, stopping; he stepped towards the doors as they slid open; taking his first footfalls upon Tenetia since the days of the Second Clone Wars.

"I am Remiel..." He hissed, not caring who he addressed; but intent on finding out what this dark lady wished of him....
Royal guards clad in black robes and carrying force pikes line the pathway. Seemingly out of nowhere came the Dark Lady herself, cloaked in black and stepping forth to meet the one who was once family to Chronos. "And I am Lady Nightshade. I know what you seek. You seek...Chronos, correct?"

"I seek the traitor; yes" He chuckled softly. "And you are she; the scourge of the light. My Brother's apprentice; now she is the master it would seem? He never could keep what he possessed. Not even his power was stable; has he showed you his ghosts?" He smirked softly. "haunted by the previous failures..."

"I seek the traitor; yes" He chuckled softly. "And you are she; the scourge of the light. My Brother's apprentice; now she is the master it would seem? He never could keep what he possessed. Not even his power was stable; has he showed you his ghosts?" He smirked softly. "haunted by the previous failures..."
"He has shown me more." She smirked darkly. "He has shown me all that he knows...for he is a book broken wide open."

"I see; so you have shattered his will. A fine end for a traitor; a marionette on his strings. Now; wer have business....I wish to conclude it quickly, woman. What is it you want of me?"

"I see; so you have shattered his will. A fine end for a traitor; a marionette on his strings. Now; wer have business....I wish to conclude it quickly, woman. What is it you want of me?"
"We both have a menace. My own brother has resurfaced from whatever depths he has gone to over the past years. He proved to be more...resilent than ever before. Perhaps, if we are to destroy him once and for all, we should join forces to crush him..." Nightshade said. "Of course, you do not have to answer right away of my request. But think on it. He may very well be the greatest foe ever faced...a foe worthy of your own blade, perhaps."

"Many worthy heroes have found themselves at the mercy of my blade; their souls feeding my prisoner" He chuckled softly. "A man who has defied death...A man worth killing; and where, praytell, would I find this brother of yours? And shall I merely kill him, or make him suffer? I would like nothing better than to snuff out the entire bastard line.."

"Many worthy heroes have found themselves at the mercy of my blade; their souls feeding my prisoner" He chuckled softly. "A man who has defied death...A man worth killing; and where, praytell, would I find this brother of yours? And shall I merely kill him, or make him suffer? I would like nothing better than to snuff out the entire bastard line.."
OOC: Of course, it's not going to happen if I could help it... :p

IC:
"Daniel hides well, but we shall find him, no matter how long it takes." She hissed. "Death is too good for him. I want him to suffer fully the fury of Chaos and the Dark Side. Destroy his line, destroy those around him that he cares for and feed their souls to the waiting daemons. That will kill his spirit before his body is defeated. I remember an ancient passage: 'Fear not the one who destroys the body alone, but fear he who is able to destroy both soul and body.' Thus he should be made to truly fear before he is cast into oblivion..."

"You speak with one who is a master of that art; a disciple of death; a lord of unknowable pleasures and dark gifts. I shall tear his soul and mind apart; before I even begin to destroy the childs body....Now; I assume our pact is sealed. I will return when he is dead. Details of your kind would aid me though; details, for instance, of secret worlds...Hiding places of the fool..."

Mean while several star ships including a galaxy class warped in on the TFU side of the border to keep an eye on the new strange fleet that was amassing there. The ships scanned the small part of the sector thoroughly trying to find any thing

"You speak with one who is a master of that art; a disciple of death; a lord of unknowable pleasures and dark gifts. I shall tear his soul and mind apart; before I even begin to destroy the childs body....Now; I assume our pact is sealed. I will return when he is dead. Details of your kind would aid me though; details, for instance, of secret worlds...Hiding places of the fool..."
"My spies tell me that he roams the underworld as a bounty hunter at this time. He has no known hiding place, for he never stays in one area, but always moves around with a few allies of his." Nightshade said. "He has always been one step ahead of his enemies...it would be a hunt to remember..."

"Indeed it shall; I shall hunt the dog down and gut him. Shall I bring his head back to you as proof of the deed; or does the Sith lady not trust my word?" He chuckles softly. "I expect you will want something as proof...."

"Indeed it shall; I shall hunt the dog down and gut him. Shall I bring his head back to you as proof of the deed; or does the Sith lady not trust my word?" He chuckles softly. "I expect you will want something as proof...."
"I will know when he is dead. But yes, his head and his heart would make a nice addition to my throne room." Nightshade cackled.

"Then they shall be given to you; when I rend them from his corpse. That shall be your proof." He chuckled softly. "I assume then that our business is nearly concluded. And I shall go forth to meet this brother of yours..."

"Then they shall be given to you; when I rend them from his corpse. That shall be your proof." He chuckled softly. "I assume then that our business is nearly concluded. And I shall go forth to meet this brother of yours..."
"Then we have an agreement here..." Nightshade smirked. It was then that Remiel was able to notice Chronos standing guard at his mistress' personal speeder. He knew not his own brethren anymore, for his memories were destroyed by Nightshade.

Remiel sneers, snarling as he sees Chronos, before whirling about, striding back into his shuttle.

"Our business is done, Witch" He hisses, the doors closing, before he turns and smirks. "I shall bring you the bastards head..."

Remiel sneers, snarling as he sees Chronos, before whirling about, striding back into his shuttle.

"Our business is done, Witch" He hisses, the doors closing, before he turns and smirks. "I shall bring you the bastards head..."
Nightshade watched as the ship rose into the air, before turning around with a swish of her cloak, then cackled like the madwoman she is. "He will not stop until he hunts you down and slays you himself, my brother. He will consume your soul and cast your body into outer darkness. Even if by some miracle he fails, I will be there to finish the job..."

She nodded to her Executor as he opened the door to her speeder and then they sped away back to the castle.

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In an unknown place, I sneezed. "Whoo. Someone's talking about me."