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Dawn of The Kirtir/Malkir Civil War (huntarian Civil War,Semi Closed FT)

Huntaer
09-10-2005, 16:26
Cue Star Wars intro Theme.....


It's been 4,200 years since the fall of the Galactic Republic of Huntaer and the Galactic Empire[of Huntaer] was born out of it's ashes (ooc: 200 years since the Phantom Wars) The Remnants of the Galactic Republic's guaridans, the Malkir, fled known space and rushed to the Aphotic Galaxy's Unknown Reagions. There, they were scattered, detatched. No longer a true threat to the might of the Kirtir Lords.

Throughout the last 4 melenia, the Kirtir ruled Huntaer and it's home planet of Huntaria. However, tides have changed within the last 100 years. Darth Trilkan, Emperor of Huntaer, had dispatched a deep space team to it's death with his apprentice, Darth Deshoonde. Something happened in the Unknown Reagons and the fleet disapeared. Now, the Malkir have doubled in strength and the Kirtir now face a new threat they haven't faced nearly 4000 years. The Malkir are returning to known space, and have formed relationships with those of a common intrest: To destroy the Dark Side, and have the Light Side return to their rightfull place in the galaxy......


OOC: here are the teams
Kirtir(Huntarian Sith)
Huntaer
imported_Illior
CoreWorlds: Lady Nightshade
Zactarn Prime
Rea Dan
Helghan Empire

Malkir(Huntarian Jedi)
Huntarian Alliance
CoreWorlds: Daniel Masaki
Godular
New Dornalia
Laskon
The Scandinvans


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Huntarian Alliance
09-10-2005, 16:48
A man in brown leather clothing with a cloak on his neck sat cross legged, mediating. He's been channeling the force, going through the minds of his men. They were nervous, but ready. Uneasy, but strong. He has some of the best troops for they seceded from the evil Galactic Empire of Huntaer.
This man was Magriel, the leader of the Huntarian Alliance forces. The fleet has been massed to gether, and was ready. 600 strong was the fleet, all were ready to do whatever it took to win.....
Huntaer
10-10-2005, 16:00
The Emperor sits in his throne room. He has many things on his mind. He knows his time is about to end, whether the Kirtir win or not. He knows there is something moving in the Unknown Reagons for there isn't much within the Aphotic Galaxy that can escape his eyes so easily.

The sound of a hissing door came from behind him and one of the Kirtir Generals marched in. The general slowly walked up and kneeled before his emperor, his master.

"Rise General. What news do you bring me?" His voice was low and raspy from his never ending age. He was wheezing a little, from the corruption of the dark side. When the Emperor removed his hood to face the general, several sevearly burnt hairs were revealed and his face was scared from fire way back when he declaired himself Emperor of Huntaer and ridded of the annoying Malkir Councilors.

"Sir, we have disturbing reports about the Republic's remnants. It seems they have formed an 'Huntarian Alliance' and have massed a small fleet big enough to start a crusaide against the Empire my lord."

"Let them attack and burn whatever planet they intend to. We'll use it to our advantage."

"Sir.... They plan to attack several of our outermost construction fields."

Emperor Trilkan thought about this for a few moments, and came to a startiling conclusion which will shock the general, "let them attack the fields. They don't concern me. I'll explaine this later. You're dismissed general."

"But... My lord.... What about...."

"I said, you're dismissed."

The general sighed. He knew what the consequences were if he argued with the emperor. He's seen the tapes of what the force did to his previous commanders. They weren't pretty, "as you desire my lord. We shall stand by and do nothing."
Laskon
22-10-2005, 02:34
No...no!

The 15 year old boy's thoughts were racing as he scrambled around his room, looking for what he should take and what he should leave. His parents had told him to do this as soon as they got wind of a patrol coming to their house. They were downstairs, hugging eachother. For some reason that he didn't ponder, they weren't getting ready. He swung a home spun brown robe over his body and let its enclosing folds warm his cold with fear body. His father had given it to him as a gift when he had his last birthday, and it had always served him well since then, but now...

A loud humming noise, repulsorlifts, could be heard through his window, he snuck a peak out and saw the familiar military police symbol of the Huntaer Empire. The dropship floated for a few moments above the family lawn, before turning its guns on the boy's father's car, and promptly blowing it to pieces! The dropship landed and nearly a dozen well armed troopers rushed out of it. They kicked in the door, and his mother screamed for the boy to run. He heard a snap-hiss noise from downstairs. He rushed to the stairs and looked down in awe as his father and mother deflected blaster bolts with stunning weapons of light! His mother caught his presence in the corner of her eye, and she turned to yell for him to run. The movement cost her, and a blaster bolt struck her in the shoulder, sending her spiraling down to the floor. His father angrily put an outstretched palm towards the troopers and instantly they were knocked flat! The boy watched in further awe as his father mused over his mother's wound, put his hands over it, and the blaster burn began to heal!

"Dad! The troopers!"

His father's head snapped up, a look of pure concern and fear was in every feature.

"Run, Mack!"

A blaster bolt soared over his father's head, and he once again became a spinning cage of light as his sword moved around him. His mother once again got up, and help her father deflect the bolts, suddenly, a massive explosion resounded from outside, and an RPG of sorts soared in and struck head on the wall behind his parents. Mack screamed and looked on helplessly as the building began to collapse. He looked helplessly at his parent's lifeless bodies under the rubble.

Several of the troopers, their armor scarred after the battle, walked over to his parents and promptly shot them in the head, as if to make sure they were dead. Mack gave out an involentary yell of anguish, and the helmeted troopers looked up and aimed their rifles.

"Someone secure the boy. Lord Arine will wish to see him."

A trooper marched up the demolished steps and grabbed Mack's shaking arm. He was still standing stock still, in shock.

"Let...let go of me!"

"Shut it, kid." The trooper attempted to drag Mack down the steps, but he held onto the banister. The trooper cursed and fumbled one handed with his blaster to set it to stun.

"LET GO!"

As if his emotions had turned into a force, the trooper was thrown violently back down the steps, his head bashed into a large piece of debris and went eskew, his neck was broken.

Mack covered his mouth in a slightly horrified expression.

"N-no!"

"Get him, dammit!"

The troopers opened fire, but Mack was now seeminly in tune with a force that was guiding him. He jumped easily over the banister and on top of the destroyed wall. He grabbed both his father's and mother's lightsabers and twirled around in a spinning circle of plasma. The trooper's bolts were deflected back into them, they crashed stratigically through their eye plates, killing them instantly. Soon, all the troopers left in the house were dead from their own fire. Mack looked at his father's corpse and let out a gasp, his body had disappeared!

As had his mother's, it seemed. In their place, he saw two bluish ghosts that held their visage, they said nothing for a while, as Mack silently cried.

"Mack...there is not much we can tell you. Except that your real name is Vos, as your father's name is, and as it would be if not for us going into hiding."

Mack looked at the dead bodies around him, then, as if just noticing them, he hastily dropped the lightsabers in his hands.

"Did...did I kill them myself?"

"No, we channeled our spirit through you to boost your force sensitivity, or you would have been killed. Oh, Mack, I wish we could say more..."

"What...what do I do?"

"You must flee, for now. Take our lightsabers, and whatever credits we had and find a way off the planet. There have been rumors, rumors that have been quelled by the police, but heard nonetheless by our keen ears."

"Rumors of what?"

"The Malkir are returning, son, your origins, my origins, can be safe once more if you find way to this new rebellion. They will safe guard you, just give them my name, and surely they will know it and keep you from the police and Kirtir that scour the galaxy for us."

"Mack, can we trust you to do this...not just for us, but for all the Malkir that have died since the Empire reigned...you must live for them."

"I-I will."

"Thank you, son."

With that, the spirits departed, but not before giving Mack sufficient force energy to see past his sadness and immediately pack up and leave the building before more police arrived. He mounted his father's speeder bike and took one last look at his house. His life was about to change, forever.
Zactarn Prime
22-10-2005, 05:15
A lone scout ship was floating around in the Aphotic Galaxy after rumors of the Light Side gaining strength in the area threating the power of the Dark Side. The ship sported proudly Zactarn Prime Naval symbols as it glided through the stars. The Enrergy Readings on the ship went haywire and a giant red light flickered in the distance. The pilot then tried to radio back to Zactarn Prime command but to no avail. He then headed straight for the light. Cutting through the air in hyperspace the ship began to heat up rapidly. It had to have been some type of explosion of some sort. The energy readings were outrageously high. He kept going onward and saw a ship in the distance. At the risk of possibly being blown out of space he turned around trying to radio back to Zactarn Prime base. Finally getting through he went to speak but just as he opened his mouth a giant shot from what looked to be a Ion Cannon blew his ship apart.


Back at the base:

"Hrmmmmmmm something happened out there and it wasn't good. Send 5 TIE's or so and investagate it I must meditate." spoke Darth Zlo, Darth Vaclavious's apprentice, a Jawa Sith.

"Very well sir." spoke lieutenant Tui Yurkonivich.

Just then the hangar opened and 5 TIE Fighters zoomed out with it's coordanents being the Aphotic Galaxy.


OOC: Ok sorry if I RP a little bad i haven't RP'ed in forever my com has been messin up. I'm a little rusty but gimme a break.
GadgetCorp
22-10-2005, 06:00
>Encrypted Message<

To: Huntaerian Leaders, Sith, Schoolteachers, etc.
From: Head of Customer Relations and the Diplomatic Department, Lyranar Vergii

We at Gadget Corporation are sorry to say that, due to confidential, restricted matters, we are unable to provide assistance at this time. Once matters have cleared up, we may send aid, but until then, we are afraid that we are in a bit of a predicament.

Best of Luck,
Lyranar Vergii

End Transmission
New Dornalia
22-10-2005, 16:47
Maribel Marinela-chibi, one of the commanders of the People's Acolytes, sensed that something was happening. Something big....she could feel it across the stars as she felt a tinge of warmth....

Her cat ears perked as this feeling came. Something was up...something that demanded a crusade. She felt the Light Side of the Force calling to her.

Learnedly, she knew there was no light or dark, just the Red power, the People's Will made manifest that flowed in an out of the Universe, forging and unforging events and persons as it saw fit. Instinctively, she knew things were a bit more complicated.

The Acolytes had been marshaling for war many times, their Maoist derived stratagems demanded People's War wherever serious threats were felt. Now, it seemed that this was a time for People's War.

Many of the Volunteers from the Neo Zeta Wars and the Vrone Incident had come home. Now, as she left, she felt an urge to fight...to marshal them again.

Of course, they would be reluctant. The Politburo and the ISB would be reluctant. But, only those who really wanted to go would have to. Besides, this matter was closer to the Acolytes than the other matters.....it involved the Force, the Sith. If the Sith were allowed to win here, then they would look weak. Shamed, hypocritical, unwilling Capitalists who spoke of People's War but refused to follow.

Eventually, the donations began flowing in......and an army and fleet was amassing. Though much more slowly now.
Huntaer
23-10-2005, 04:20
OOC: Damn jolt won't let me log in as Huntarian Alliance.

IC:
Magriel sensed that things were in motion. He sat upon his mediataion chamber onboard the newly christianed named H.A.S Freedom's Cry, his former command ship H.S.S. Affliction, one of the older Eclipse Class Super Star Destroyers. It was presumed destroyed durring the Second Phantom Wars.

The deep space fleet sent out to destroy the Phantoms discovered the truth about the Huntarian Empire. They had created the Phantoms to maintan controle of the old Huntarian Republc, and the Emperor sent his own apprentice (one he had trained for thousands of years) knowingly to his supposed death. Darth Deshoonde was presumed killed in action and Aelikes took up Magriel's former role in the Huntarian Empire.

The Empire won't know what had hit them, or so he thinks. The Alliance may not know much about the newer technology of the Galactic Empire of Huntaer, but they still have a former Dark Lord of the Kirtir on their side.
One who knows how the enemy thinks and fights.

This is an advantage, Magriel figured, that will help them win.
They will first strike the outer worlds of the Empire, and slowly take out supply docks and Forge Worlds. They won't severely cripple the Empire, but they'll help build up the Alliance's fleet and their allies as well.

May the force be with us, Magriel thought to himself.

This will be the rebellion of a life time.
New Dornalia
24-10-2005, 02:31
Maribel's Fleet was soon ready for battle. Many were those who veterans of the previous fights. Those with combat experience and military backgrounds were hird above the others, though inevtiably, some with more zeal than skill appeared in the ranks. The Terran Socialist Commonwealth proved to be a welcome source of fresh troops and eager volunteers.

The Crusaders began amassing in three locations. Luxembourgia was home to a 60-ship fleet, older line Zaitsev Is and some purchased Trotsky Escort Carriers. New Leningrad saw a fleet of 50 form, Mao Zedong IIa's mainly, though about ten Mao Zedong III's, powerful in strength, were to be seen. And, in the Terran Socialist Commonwealth, a force of 60, half Mao Zedong IIa's, and half Prochkhorovka I Fleet Carriers, were assembled. Significant was the addition of 10,000 Kroot Mercenaries in the Commonwealth Force; they would follow the forces into battle.

They began moving out.
Huntaer
26-10-2005, 01:06
Drexta, one of the Empire's outermost worlds and outermost ship yards.
It's defenses aren't all that though, and it has the least updated technology that Huntaer has to offer.

It's early in the morning, approximatly 0200 hours there. No one was awake, and only a few guards were up at this hour. No one was expecting an attack on this god forsaken planet. Who'd want to anyways? Desperate people who need ships produced. That's who.

A fleet of 30 warships dropped out of hyperspace along the outer edges (10 Goliath Class Star Destroyers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9046415&postcount=73), 20 Retrebution Class Cruisers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9046449&postcount=74)), finnaly returning from their voyage into the Unknown Reagon.

The commanding dock officer was surprised to see them, let alone a little bit currious as of why it took them so long to get back. She saw the ships comming in and lowered the protective forcefield to allow them through the sector. She was ready to wake up her commanding officer when the station shook violently. In the seconds which she looked away, squadrons of vampire starfighters were launched from two goliath SD's hangar bays and started to attack.

No. These couldn't be the Deep Space Fleet. They won't attack their own empire. They're pirates of some sort. She raised the defense status to "Red Alert." It wasn't untill she saw a slight change of the ships emblem that she saw who was attacking. It was thus of the Old Galactic Republic of Huntaer.
Zactarn Prime
26-10-2005, 16:31
The 5 TIE's soared through the stars racing towards the destination. Theyb raced along reaching ever closer to it's target. It flew for awhile until it reached the destination. It was there but readings were normal. It searched for hours not finding a thing. It radioed back to Zactarn Prime where Darth Zlo ordered them to hold position as he and Darth Vaclavious would be on their way in a VSSD. The Vengeance Super Star Destroyer raced to the TIE's. They TIE's docked in the VSSD and the ship radioed out to Huntaer:

Official Message to Galactic Empire of Huntaer:
"There have been strange energy reading towards the edges of the known Aphotic Galaxy. One of our scouts reported massively high energy readins and it then vanished. We would like to know if you know anything of it."

Darth Zlo and Darth Vaclavious

End Transmission
Laskon
26-10-2005, 16:52
"You gotta be kiddin' me, kid."

Mack stood in front of a ticket exchange outside the local spaceport. He had been attempting to get a ticket for the better part of an hour, but the man tried to ignore him.

"Look, I need to get on a ship out of here!"

"Yer probably just some punk kid tryin' ta get away from home. Just go back to yer mom and dad and sort it out." Grummbling, he turned back to a customer, Mack cursed and marched off to an alleyway where he reached in his backpack and pulled out a small, squishy looking cube.

"Dad said to use this if I needed help...uuuh."

A hologram of an ancient looking Malkir appeared on the cube.

"What is your question, Malkir of the new generation?"

"Well...uh, that ticket guy, he won't sell me a ticket, and I need to get to the Malkir resistance...or something like that."

"Well, well. Training, you have?"

"Er, none. My dad said that our family laid low during the purges..."

The alien sighed, and looked up at Mack expenctently.

"Then train your mind, you must. Learn the ways of your father. Time this will take, but time well spent, it will be."

"But I don't know the first thing about being a Malkir..."

"Train you as best I can, I will. Focus now, you must."

"But their are Kirtir patrols out looking for me! Thats why I need to get off the planet."

"A problem this is, then. Convince him to sell you a ticket, you must, or you will be surely stranded."

"But..." Mack suddenly thought back to at his house, where he commanded the trooper to let go, he had! Of course, that had been followed up by the trooper flying down the stairs, but Mack would have to trust himself.

"Strong, you spirit is. Your father's skill with the force, you should have."

"Y-yes. Well, I'll try."

Mack meandered back to the salesmen, this time, he attempted to make himself look bigger. He stared right in the face of the salesman.

"I'd like to buy a ticket for the next transport out."

The alien salesman looked mystified for a moment, staring right into Mack, but suddenly, he leaned up and roared with laughter.

"I'll give ye an "A" for trying, little man. But now you're getting on my nerves. Here's a damned ticket."

Passing over credits, Mack moved into the crowd of people getting on the transport. He put his meager traveling possessions under his seat and prepared for takeoff.
Huntaer
31-10-2005, 02:08
The 5 TIE's soared through the stars racing towards the destination. Theyb raced along reaching ever closer to it's target. It flew for awhile until it reached the destination. It was there but readings were normal. It searched for hours not finding a thing. It radioed back to Zactarn Prime where Darth Zlo ordered them to hold position as he and Darth Vaclavious would be on their way in a VSSD. The Vengeance Super Star Destroyer raced to the TIE's. They TIE's docked in the VSSD and the ship radioed out to Huntaer:

Official Message to Galactic Empire of Huntaer:
"There have been strange energy reading towards the edges of the known Aphotic Galaxy. One of our scouts reported massively high energy readins and it then vanished. We would like to know if you know anything of it."

Darth Zlo and Darth Vaclavious

End Transmission

OOC:WTF?

IC:
No we have no knowledge of unusual energy readings.

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Comminucations were nocked out. The Huntarian Alliance ships moved in for the assault not to destroy the ship yard, but to capture it. The GoliathSD's began to fire their Ion Cannons at the ship yard.

The Vampire starfighters roared around the station, causing massive amounts of confusion amungst the troops, shooting at the turbolasers and any ship which would begin to take off.

The station would be doomed if help didn't arive soon.
New Dornalia
31-10-2005, 04:10
As it was, the Crusader Fleet soon embarked, heading to Malkir controlled space....Maribel prayed they would recieve only minor damage as they went.

OOC: Crappy post, but it is getting late...