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OOC: This is sequaling over from the 'Imperial Funeral' rp set up by CoreWorlds.

IC:

Major Valens stepped down into the mortuary where the stormtroopers had left the body of Grand Admiral Thrawn lying on a metal slab. Major Valens locked the door behind him and stepped up to the corpse.

"Well...that went well," he said aloud. The corpse shifted. The 'dead' Grand Admiral Alabar sat up.

"Damn well indeed Major," he said. His face was slightly contorted in pain. "Got a little too close, don't you think so?" Alabar ripped off his Admirals jacket to reveal that he'd been wearing protective armor underneath. He got himself out of it and looked at the back part. Three large craters were in the armor, one upon inspection showed that the armor was less than 2 milimeters. Alabar wistled. "Too damned close."

"Quite sir," said Valens. Valens once again played out the scene he remembered in his head.

Alabar had briefed him on the ship before they had gone down to the planet to the funeral. "Now Major, there may be a situation that we get into, and it may require you to shoot me." When he had first heard these words he had been shocked, but then Alabar had explained to him the plan, should Alabar get trapped.

And thus by Major Valens's 'patriotism' they had successfully left Curoscant, and left Empress Nightshade's grasp, and excaped a trap that would have trully ended Alabar's life.

"That was very dangerous sir," said Valens, Alabar sat up and rubbed his side, his bare chest revealing a muscled form going to seed.

"Well, life is not interesting without a few dangers. I suppose Thrawn was surprised?"

"No sir, not in the slightest. I think he knew by the time we reached the transport. Just before he left the transport and got onto his Star Destroyer I told him to meet us at the pre-arranged coordinates."

"Very good, get me a new uniform if you don't mind Major," said Alabar. Valens went to a corner where the laundry was kept, he pulled out a newly pressed captain's uniform.

"Here sir, until you get back into your own uniform," said Valens, offering up the olive-gray uniform. Alabar slipped out of the remains of his ruined uniform and got dressed in the captains.

"Yes, very good. I will go and change into my proper uniform and see you on the bridge Major," said Alabar, he jumped up from the table and the two men walked out of the mortuary.

Alabar stepped onto the bridge as the Imaculate came out of hyperspace. "Officer on the deck," called the current duty officer. The bridge came to attention. Alabar saluted back.

"At-ease, continue on." The bridge went back to its hustle and bustle. Major Valens along with Captain Fredrick stood there waiting next to a port window. Both men saluted as he stepped forward in his new white uniform.

"Good evening gentlemen. Has Thrawn shown up yet?" asked Alabar. He looked into space and glanced around the general vacinity. Valens shook his head.

"No sir, not as of yet, but we are expecting them to arrive. As well as possibley Admiral Khan. He was treated rather badly on his exit from Curoscant. It's possible that this could push him to join us."

"Good, did you send the report to the Emperor?" asked Alabar, turning back.

"Yes sir, he said he is ordering that all fleets are to be prepared for combat duty within the next week. And Grand Admiral Schwartz is already preparing the other part of your plan sir."

"Very good Valens, very good," said Alabar. He turned and went to his command chair and sat down. "Now it is just time to wait."

OOC: Grr! Empire Smash! *Tag*

OOC: Tag

OOC: LOL, I think you ley him walk out of there too mate. You just got out-smarted. This whole thing's been like a chess game in my opion. :D

IC:


Thrawn's Star Destroyer the Conquest came out of hyperspace at the appointed place. Thrawn sat in his command chair on the main bridge looking out into space at the waiting Star Destroyer.

Thrawn thought about what Major Valens had told him on the transport. Thrawn had been hardly surprised. Alabar had been trapped, as had he, but luckily the man had thought of a back-exit that neither he nor the Empress Nightshade foresaw. It was a rather good escape plan on the whole. The Empress now thought them all inoccent and all the aligations had died 'along' with Alabar.

Thrawn allowed himself a small smile. His captain stepped up. "Sir, the Imaculate is hailing us. Grand Admiral Alabar wishes to come aboard."

"Very well Captain, procede."

"Yes sir."

OOC: Wow james, your pretty coherent today, did you have your beer this morning?

IC:

Alabar stepped into the private chambers on Thrawn's Star Destroyer. When he entered he found the room white on all side, but in the center were two chairs and around the one that Thrawn sat in was a control station. As he got closer he saw that Thrawn could veritably control the entire ship from here, in battle or out of battle.

"Surprised to see me alive?" he asked as he sat down opposite Thrawn.

"Not really, but I congratulate you on your successful escape ruse.

"Why thankyou. And now we must get on," said Alabar. He leaned forward in his seat and Thrawn paid closer attention.

"As of right now Grand Admiral Schwartz, my counter-part and executive officer in charge of all of the Thrashian Imperial Fleet, is heading to his objective to take command. He will have with him his soveriegn command ship and several other Star Destroyers. I expect his efforts to be fruitful, now that we have escaped Curoscant without a black spot to our efforts."

Thrawn nodded. "Yes...I understand. You of course know that I also have men stationed there?"

"Oh yes, I informed Schwartz that once he enters he is to have the 1st Legion commander meet him, that is your officer Commander Franz, correct?"

"That is correct, I have Franz there with 5,000 stormtroopers, they're there as part of a guard detachtment."

"Very well. Now...what do we do about the shipyards?" asked Alabar.

"The company still has its own authority over them, but I also have confederates among the ranking officers there. We should not see that as a problem, though I will most likely send a small task force to make sure we command them," said Thrawn in turn. Both men nodded.

"Then we have prepared as best as possible. What of our efforts to recruit more members?" asked Thrawn.

"Well, so far it seems that Chronosia will be apposed to us, meaning that Thrashia will be forced to shift the majority of our forces against them. My spies report that the Chronosian Empire is involved in several other places throughout the galaxies, but the majority of their forces are located near Chronosia Prime, the seat of their "God-Emperor," said Alabar.

Thrawn nodded. "It will be a hard fight...I however think we can count on this Admiral Khan, he has yet to say either no or yes, and he was treated rather rudely on Curoscant. And he commands a substantial Star Destroyer fleet."

"Indeed, it would be nice to have him. I might even look into seeing if...no, he wouldn't join. It wouldn't interest him. Anyway, let us prepare," said Alabar. he stood up and nodded to Thrawn. He left the chamber and returned to his own ship.

OOC: Not Terra; Chronosia Prime. Terra is Earth.

looking to join with my FT nation, thats in the works, would like a chance to test it out against some decent Rp'ers ok if i Join?

OOC: Sry Chron, I'll fix that in a jiffy. And TKC, just make some small contact post with my Emperor on Thrashia, and then we'll go from there. Welcome. : )

{OOC: Thanks, well here we go, please bear with me}

The small Vessel broke out of Negative space, ripping a hole in the fabric of time and space, forcing its way out into the real space with the appearance of lightening as the small craft finaly materialised...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/KrakkenAssaultShip.gif

It was a small scout craft... of an unknown race, the craft was biological, the craft would move ahead of the main fleet, looking for habitated regions of space, before sending a signal back to the Harvestor fleet...

The Craft would deploy what was known as Dreadmires, Deamon like creatures, tall, with long slender heads, two ivory horns rose up out of the side its head and multiple limbs protruded out of its chest, The Creature was a Deamonstalker, it was designed to infiltrate Possible habitated locations, taking a look at the forces present and the suitability of the planet for harvesting, using its obsidian skin that could alter its colour to blend itself into the back ground and making it very difficult to detect...

The Scout ship silently approached an Outpost station...

Sending a Biological transmission that the station would pick up as a series of harsh noises but with time would be translated...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance is Futile"


{OOC: No big invasion force, just a small scout ship to introduce them}

An Imperial Patrol craft picked up the message. "Lieutenant, I think you should hear this," said the communications ensign. The craft sat ont he edge of the Mais system, one of the held territories of Thrashia.

The Lieutenant nodded when he listened." Open a line, along the same frequency."

"Open."

"Harvesters, be advised this is Thrashian Controlled space. Could I ask what your presence here is for?"

The Scout ship approached, continueing to broad cast the message over and over again...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

The Scout ship swung round, moving towards the Thrashian Patrol ship, glands across the vessel spasmed in a violent expulsion as strange squid like things were fired at the craft...

These living torpedoes would latch onto the hull of the vessel, using their arms to attach themselves, then using powerfull acids and razor mandebils would tear through the hull of the ship, causing high ammounts of damage...

[OOC: not sure if this would work, correct me if im wrong]

Shields against these living weapons would fail, not being an kinetic weapon or lazer, the biological asset could simply pass through the shield failing to activate its properties of defense, allowing it to reach the hull relativly intact... these creatures however were soft and pliable, Hull mounted weapons particuly effective against these living weapons...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

Alabar made it back to Thrashia within 17 standard hours. He arrived and immediately saw the Emperor. After about an hours debriefing, the Emperor said he could go out to the Epion, to further the exploits.

Alabar now sat in his private office inside the Epion, the center of the Thrashian Fleet and the largest space station in Thrashian control. It was as large as the Death Star, made along the same lines, but was without a super laser. Something that Alabar sometimes thought a gift and a curse.

Suddenly a voice cracked over the comm. "Admiral sir, Colonel Evans is coming to your office to report. He has urgent news," said a voice. Alabar pressed his thumb to the reciever.

"Very well, let him enter."

Alabar's office door opened by two stormtroopers and between them stepped a man dressed in the black uniform of INTEL section of the fleet, the men who collection information and details about the nations around Thrashia and kept track of important international events.

Colonel Evans saluted when he stopped in front of Alabar's desk. Alabar returned it. "Whats your report?"

Evan's took out a file of papers. "My slicers have just found through the holonet some important information. At this time, a large scale offensive is being mounted by a new 'self-styled' Galactic Republic, in the Yeshiri System."

Alabar came to his feet. He laughed loud and hard. "Good! Good, this is just what I need. A good distraction for that witch Nightshade. Perfect." Alabar checked his watch.

"Yes, and Schwartz's operation will be happening. Oh, this is very good. Yes, very good." Alabar smiled and dismissed Evans.

The Scout ship approached, continueing to broad cast the message over and over again...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"

The Scout ship swung round, moving towards the Thrashian Patrol ship, glands across the vessel spasmed in a violent expulsion as strange squid like things were fired at the craft...

These living torpedoes would latch onto the hull of the vessel, using their arms to attach themselves, then using powerfull acids and razor mandebils would tear through the hull of the ship, causing high ammounts of damage...

[OOC: not sure if this would work, correct me if im wrong]

Shields against these living weapons would fail, not being an kinetic weapon or lazer, the biological asset could simply pass through the shield failing to activate its properties of defense, allowing it to reach the hull relativly intact... these creatures however were soft and pliable, Hull mounted weapons particuly effective against these living weapons...

"We Are The Harvesters... Resistance Is Futile"


The patrol craft made evasive manuevers. "Wait!" shouted the lieutenant into the mike. "Wait! What if I offer you a different place to attack? One where you can harvest much more than you could here!"

Tag to see where this is going....

The Scout ship slowed... bringing itself to a halt... the Intelligence of the Craft understanding the possibility of Gathering more for its Race.... Serving its purpose..

"We Are Listening..."

ooc:
ooo... burney fire! ::tag:: the drop list is dead

OOC: Things aren't too stable, are they?

OOC Tag.

The Lieutenant sighed. He wiped his brow and replied into the mike. "There is a system where billions of life forms live. Just follow to the following coordinates: IS-743A. There you will find them, but there will be warriors as well."

The lieutenant thought about what he had just done. He'd given the alien the coordinates of Curoscant.

Coruscant

Chronosian vessel's gathered; focussed around the immense flagship, the 'Ecstacy of Slaanesh. The great vessel gleamed as it hovered above the planet, and it's guards, and the beginnings of a strike fleet, came with it. Upon the deck, running his gauntleted hand across the detailed glories of his throne, was Remiel; the God-Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium; the Black Angel who Defies Death. Reveered and feared across dozens of worlds; he stands ready for transit to the planetary surface.

Such talk of betrayal and deceit amongst the Galactic Empire, brings him here, to bolster the diplomacy of his brother, Lucian. To behold with his own eyes, the Chronosian heirs to the Empire; and to have parley with the Empress, and her concubine; the hated traitor, Chronos.

It is the first time that Remiel shall have met Nightshade since he first took up her offer of destroying the vile pup, Daniel Masaki, the first time since he returned from death, took up the blade and claimed his destiny...

OOC On Authority Given to me by Coreworlds to do whatever I deem Nessersary, I am using one of the many spies on the deathstar to halt this.

IC "Grand Admiral!" The roar came. "One of Our agents within the Deathstar has Reported That Grand Admiral Schwartz of the Thrashian Empire." The call came.

"What!?" Kail Screamed. "After what that Admiral pulled!? Get my Fleet Ready, Every Avalible Ship will be ready as Soon as possible."

"My Lord, Fleet has been on Code Yellow Since The Incidents Involving the Late Thrashian Admiral." He smiled.

"How long till we are ready to make the Jump to Hyperspace?" the Admiral Asked.

"How long will it take you to give the Order?" The Reply.

"Send a transmission to Coruscant, I want all avalible ships to remove the Admiral."

"Done sir" The Captain Said.

"Then Lets get to Hyperspace." The reply came.

Across the planet, One Hundred Impereator Star Destroyers, the Command ship and Large number of smaller ships made the jump to Hyperspace. This planet held no position, it didn't even exist, so the defence platforms and FTLi Would be suffice until reenforcements could arrive.

Deep Core, Location of the Deathstar

The Ships came Out of Hyperspace, their forms scattered enough to be able to focus fire, but not to the point where they would be a single target. The Deathstar hung there, a Orb in space.

"Open Channel, NOW!" He roared.

"Yes Admiral"

To The Operators of the Deathstar, This is Grand Admiral Kail Markos, Given Permission by the Empress to do whatever I deem nessersary to Keep the Empire Together.

Because of Recent Unpleasentness Involving the Thrashian Empire, I am Hereby Delcaring that Grand Admiral Schwartz shall be relived of Command until Further notice. His Ships as well as the Storm Troopers on his craft will leave the system.

I have full Rights by the Empress to do this, I myself am deploying Storm Troopers within the Death Star To Increase Protection. Should The Grand Admiral Resist he is to be Shot, and should his troops resist they will be locked down, and we shall deal with them in time.

This is an Order as good as comming from the Empress. Thrashia shall not take control of this station at this time until it has been proven the Plot was simply with Alabar.

OOC: Shivian, this is where I press the ignore button and ask you to refrase your post. Under no circumstances other than perhaps a cut-off transmission would you even know of where, when, or how my Grand Admiral was anywhere. You will notice that upon arriving at the DS, my men wiped out the intergalactic communications transmitter, basically causing that part of Space, and the Ds, to go silent. Techs would of course react and repair it in a few short hours, however, at this time there is no possible way for you to know where I am, or to even presume to bring ships. The entire Empire thinks that Alabar is dead, and that the treachery stopped there. Schwartz, however, is not under suspicion and has orders, if very old, from Palpatine allowing for a Thrashian Commander to inspect the Death Star. So, please re-do your post sir.

Thrashia you snivelling little twit. Yes this is Unified Sith here, and yes I am posting.

You have godmoded.

The Death Star is not controlled by normal lackeys, perhaps if you had bothered to contact Coreworlds on this, you would have been made aware that it is in fact manned by clones from Kamino.

The death star is also not open to anyone from the alliance, you would not have been granted permission to dock, since, you are not directly in the Empires sphere of control. Nor do Unified Sith clones answer to your chain of command.

Also, may I add that bringing a flagship anywhere near the Death Star without authorisation would result in a superlaser blast.

http://www.theforce.net/swtc/Pix/cards/wide/rotj104.jpg

Also, last time I gathered from Coreworlds post, the Death Star is currently in orbit of Coruscant, next to the bulk of the Imperial fleet and Immobiliser force.

You have roleplayed Coreworlds characters, without his permission. = GOMODING

You have also decided what his characters do, and where his pieces are. = GODMODING.

ALTER YOU POST ACCORDINGLY.

My last and final point is that you will cease this power struggle, or I will have Coreworlds cease you. Capiche?

EDIT: Also, let me assure everyone. That my IC and OOC permission was never given for any of your officers to inspect an entirely Unified Sith and Doomingsland operated Battlestation. You are Lying and Godmoding on that part as well.

OOC: Very well then, if this is indeed your return Unified Sith (?) then I will of course seed the point. I will delete that post and I cede the point. I apoligize, I was unaware of the present Death Star security, or who was manning it. So, forgive me for over-stepping my bounds. *bows*

And if your trully back with us Unified Sith, then I will enjoy cesing this rp as I am merely doing this little 'coup' since you left.

OOC: I have Not returned however, I am still in direct OOC contact with Coreworlds, and I assure you, it was I, who told Coreworlds what to do about your pathetic rebel band. It was I, that had Coruscant go into lockdown, and it was I who allowed Nightshade to ascend the throne.

Be aware Thrashia, that I am still watching, and if necessary, my more practical methods of order shall be employed if this disruption in the chain of command continues.

Thrashia one last note... I have been watching, and will always continue to watch the events unfold. For remember, the spies of the enemy are everywhere..

http://freemasonry.bcy.ca/anti-masonry/all_seeing_eye/sauron.jpg

OOC: AHAHAHAHAHAHA-BWUAHAHAHA_AOOOHHHAAHAHAHA. *cough* sigh. Oh, boy. If that true then it means that its you that I've been outsmarting for the last few days, I find it rather sad that you've allowed CW to take over the GE with Nightshade, since he was obviously unable to cope with my coniving. Hmm. Very well, it all ends here. Consider my previous posts invalid. Good day.

Euroslavia, if you could take the time, please lock this thread as it is no longer valid.

Note to all: I however am not saying that Alabar is dead. No no, the first post counts.

OOC: Damnit... and I'd just started to Enjoy my FT nation :mad:

OOC: Wait... so, did I still get this message (forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9986332&postcount=68), or was that canceled, too? I've got a G.F.F.A. meeting coming up to discuss it, so if it's been removed, I'll have to cancel that.

*hopes that the message was still sent*

Oh it was still sent Kendari, have no fears of that.