NationStates Jolt Archive

Using the best encryption and holonet slicers, Grand Admiral Alabar quietly posted a summons upon the Holo-Net; located in a place where any nation with a worth-while security or information section would be sure to find it.

End of Nightshade
Greetings to the Galaxy. It has been announced and now well known that the Empress Nightshade (ooc: aka CoreWorlds) has taken over the command of the Galactic Empire, in place of the now dead Palpatine. I, though my name will not be mentioned, will not stand for this travesty. I call upon the enemies and allies of those forces set against the forces I have thus mentioned. For the final destruction of the Sith who through their maniacal means have reigned with terror and the Force for far too long. If you, like me, have beyond anything wished for the end of this...this mockery that should be in the hands of a true person, and not a Sith Lord or his lackeys, then I bid you send a message of confirmation to this holo-net address: nevertobeknown@mundanium.3rdgalaxy.end

From there you will be contacted, should you reply, and undoubtable be summoned to a secret location to discuss how we may go about this business of destroying an ancient and evil power. Good day.

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Edit: Note that the above address is fake, and you reply in here.

Alabar stood in the darkened room and looked upon the screens, watching as his message went down them. Several men, hunched over computers and consuls, taping away at their boards and sipping on recaf, all looking tired but with a wild look of hunger in their eyes. Alabar smiled. They were the best hackers, slicers, encrypters in all the Thrashian Empire, and indeed some where from around the galaxy, answering Alabar's quiet call for good slicers in return for a fine sum, and trip to a local bikini bar.

One of them, wearing thick glasses and wearng an old bathrobe stood up from his consul. "Its done!" he called enthusiastically. He was pionting at his screen.

Alabar walked over. "Whats done?"

"I managed to get the full encryption in before the message was sent. Meaning that the trace is now lost, and if someone was ever going to mount a search for it, that it would take..." he glanced down at his calculations. "-Ten years for them to go through all those lines of coding." The man smiled and looked around the room. "Good work team! Drinks are on me tonight!"

Alabar smiled and walked from the room. Now to wait and see, he thought.

In the black void of what is known as the dead zone of sector 48 G The Newly bought Aphotic Class Super Star Destroyer named The Jakotsu for the dead friend of the new Emperor Bankotsu set at stop waiting for anything to do. The ships commander Albedo of the Newly formed Imperial Guard once known as Blue Cosmos got word of the message from a long range Cover Cruiser.

He looks over the message and then opens a highly secure channel useing diffrent piggy back transmissions to hide the source and locations of the message.

Agreed The message was short and right to the point.

Alabar sat in a chair at the back of the now a little better lit computer room nursing a cup of recaf, several of the slicers were sleeping on the floor, others sat at their computers doing different things. Then Frank, the head slicer sat up from his seat.

"Admiral! You better come see this!" he called to the back of the room. Alabar nodded, took a sip of recaf, and walked up to the front of the room next to Frank.

"What have you got for me?"

"This message sir," said Frank. It was a message inside the message box of the untracable holo-net address. It said simply "Agreed."

"Did you trace it?"

"Yes, but I don't know who it was from. All I got was that the signal was that of a cruiser, so I am guessing that we now have at least one answer."

"True, true. Send the following message:

Coordinates: 7-alpha c43
Come in only small ship for security & secrecy purposes.

"That'll do for now Frank, thankyou," said Alabar. He looked down at his watch. "I have a meeting with other officers in a little bit. Inform me if we recieve any more replys, and send them this same message in return from the holo-net address."

"Yes sir, of course," said Frank. He did a slopy civilian salute, and watched as Alabar walked from the room.

TAG

So it's treason then?

Thrashia, you silly fool, now, you will die.

OOC: Do I then presume you have returned Sithy or is this Coreworlds? *smiles* And well seeing as Nightshade currently has no reason to suspect me (since after all, Alabar is 'dead' and everything) and this anonymous message could be from any number of the GE's enemies. I will thoroughly enjoy this match of wits with you, until the actual combat begins I must say.

Khan's intelligence officers presented him with the message they had found on the Holo Net.

"Very well, send a reply. We will join," he said with finality. He was now willing to join in this effort. He'd been cooped up in the Borain System for too long.

We will come

Frank checked the message box again. "Got another one!" He called proudly. Alabar who, after faked his own death was being forced to stay low and be with these computer geeks all day, walked up to him.

"Ah good, I was hoping for another. Same message Frank."

Coordinates: 7-alpha c43
Come in only small ship for security & secrecy purposes.

OOC: Do I then presume you have returned Sithy or is this Coreworlds? *smiles* And well seeing as Nightshade currently has no reason to suspect me (since after all, Alabar is 'dead' and everything) and this anonymous message could be from any number of the GE's enemies. I will thoroughly enjoy this match of wits with you, until the actual combat begins I must say.

You are incorrect, and no, I am not going to roleplay. Shall we look at this conservatively?

Thrashia, Nightshade is a Sith, she needs no evidence to crush you. Your Grand Admiral was convicted of and found out to be a traitor, therefore you must, and shall be implicated in this new bout of treason. However, Nightshade will simply claim that it’s your government who is the traitor and Chronosia and the loyal allies to the Empire shall crush you in a day long campaign.

I am personally rooting to have your nation exterminated. I HATE, IC and OOC betrayals.

To everyone who wishes to take part in this war upon the Empire. Keep in mind, that Thrashia has already accepted the Death Star, so this, in this war, is not a plot device……..

From the Depths of Space we have returned. And we will help you.

This was it. Nothing else. It came from the depths of space, an age old Enemy of the Empire was returning.

You are incorrect, and no, I am not going to roleplay. Shall we look at this conservatively?

Thrashia, Nightshade is a Sith, she needs no evidence to crush you. Your Grand Admiral was convicted of and found out to be a traitor, therefore you must, and shall be implicated in this new bout of treason. However, Nightshade will simply claim that it’s your government who is the traitor and Chronosia and the loyal allies to the Empire shall crush you in a day long campaign.

I am personally rooting to have your nation exterminated. I HATE, IC and OOC betrayals.

To everyone who wishes to take part in this war upon the Empire. Keep in mind, that Thrashia has already accepted the Death Star, so this, in this war, is not a plot device……..


OOC: Personally Sith, your act of putting CoreWorlds in charge of the GE and allowing for Nightshade to appear is your own act of betrayel to the members of the GE. Did we not almost start a massive campaign to finally kill off CoreWorlds? Then next thing we know, your gone, and now pretty miss Nightshade on the throne. No my old friend, I am afraid to say that in this, you are the betrayer in retrospect, and therefore I find your words lacking in their real power as nothing more than wispers in the wind.

And you'll see the stuff I highlightedabove: let us first not forget that at this time ICly I am totaly scotch free of implications, seeing as the rest of the Empire thinks Alabar dead, and that he was acting alone without higher authorization. So unless your dear hound-dog Shivian can sniff out proof (highly unlikely) it will remain so.

And in the case of Nightshade just saying "snuff them," this will cause an undoubtable international outrage. For no other reason than a Sith's thought to destroy me, you would have CoreWorlds bring what he can of the GE down on my head. (And personaly Chronosia, I find it sad to see such an admirable and worthy nation as yourself serving them in this manner, to be the one who does the dirty business. I'm shrewd enough to know that in this matter or game of chess if you like, Chron will indeed be worth two rooks, and perhaps an added bishop as well.) And be it known to you Sith, I have not spent the last year and a half sitting in isolation, far from it. I have many alliances and friends, and you have unfortunately created many enemies who I am sure are waiting for a chance to get you, or as it is, this remnant of your existance.


IC:

Alabar read the message. He felt his hopes surge. "If thats who I think it is, then we'll be well on our way to victory!" said Alabar. He smacked Frank on the back and laughed.

Frank then sent the message in turn to the same address that had sent it to his own.

Coordinates: 7-alpha c43
Come in only small ship for security & secrecy purposes.

OOC Thrashia, can I point out a few flaws. I will join you with this part of my nation, but I want you to realise some of the silly claims your making.

You belive no one would suspect your nation simply because you where willing to kill. That never happens, if you where real, then someone would make sure the plot wasn't deeper, instead of simply shrugging it off. Read that again, then tell me how stupid it sounds.

Anyway.

IC At the Provided coordinets, a single Yacht, an older Modle, came into the area. On board, three Driods checked over the pannels, while a tall human stood.

The Confederacy of Indapendant Star Systems had fallen on Darker Days after its fall. Most of its member races had been destroyed, it had fled into the Unknown regions, creating its empire. Now it had several new Species within its ranks. The Numoidians mostly kept to their own world now, while it was usually the Humans or Ralin that checked the Reports, waiting for their chance.

We are here.

Such paltry betrayals and feeble minded thoughts of matchign wits were beyond the Imperium. The Chronosians looked to betrayal almost as a second nature; themselves a cunning people, a proud people; a warrior people. Yet here, even now, the seeds of doubt and war were being sown by an unseen hand. The message was undeniably familiar; the tone undeniably hostile towards allies and Empire, and so it was that the call was answered.

Hypocrisy that you should gladly bend over and welcome all that was asked of you (and forcibly taken, no doubt) from a Sith Lord, yet falter at the very thought of Nightshade in command. Do you not know your history? She was instrumental in the fracturing of the Masaki clan and the final Imperial Triumph over Tenetia. The Masaki's and their ilk exist now as bastard rebel fragments, largely due to her. Evidently, with no respect for history; comes no respect for tradition. For the Sith rule the Empire, as surely as Chaos rules the Imperium.

Perhaps you hate the Sith now for some personal vendetta; or perhaps, it is because she is a woman. Perhaps it is senseless envy that drives you to your forgone conclusion. But, there is much to gain from destroying the Sith; from usurping what is rightfully ours. Power...Power and those too frail to truly hold it; authority and rule; and those who can rise to accept them. I doubt, whoever you are, that you are willing enough to rise...But I doubt Nightshade more. As such, emissiaries of the Imperium shall attend; and should you fail us; you shall be subject to Inquisitorial investigation and punishment. Our pawns have failed us on the cusp of victory before...And now they cower beneath the rule of those we would call enemy.

We shall come; we shall hear your words...And we shall have our war

The Fabricator General leaned back in his chair, and continued to hear the history lesson put before him.

"...basis of evil, and now some one calls for its destruction. I say we aid them." finished a normal human, a very old one at that.

"Why should WE get involved in something that no longer concerns us. These... "sith" have never come against us, if what you say is true, then we used to be allies with them." replied the Fabricator General.

"Because, my lord, they are the scourge of the galaxy, we need to-" he was cut short by the raising hand of the General.

"We do nothing. We have no need to. We are still rebuilding, if I need to remind you. We havn't even drove out all the Chronosian remnants yet. We need to focus on the home front, now leave me be."

"Very well, my lord." With a humble bow, he turned around and left the gargantuan office.

Awaiting at the coordinates given to each nation that requested them, was an Indictor cruiser. As soon as the craft came out of hyperspace, the Indictor had it trapped in its tractor beams.

"Attention unknown ship, you've entered the now designated meeting area, and since you have arrived accordingly you will be escorted as following," said a voice in a transmission to the surprised ship. Two small Imperial Patrol cruisers came out from behind a small moon and took flanking positions of the craft.

"Follow us," one of the pilots said in another transmission. The ship reluctantly followed.

Past the Idictor Star Destroyer they came before a large hovering station. It was old looking and obviously had been out of service for many years. However its lights and power were on and several tie fighters were patrolling around it.

The two patrol craft came forward with the ship and all three set down inside a large hanger.


In the hanger a company of stormtroopers stood at attention along with three Imperial officers. Major Valens stepped up to the ramp of the ship as it lowered and greeted the Numoidian embassadors.

"Greetings sir, if you will follow me I will lead you to the waiting room until the meeting officially starts," said Valens courtiously. They followed and Valens showed them into a comfortable room with many cushioned seats. The Numoidian guards were allowed in as well.

"One of my men will bring you refreshments soon," said Valens and he bowed and left the room.

Coordinates: 7-alpha c43
Come in only a small ship for security & secrecy purposes.

Frank sent back the now memorized reply to the message.

The ship came, tearing through the warp, rending space and time asunder with the very fingerprints of the Gods. Upon the deck of this small, armed, Raider vessel; the Emperor himself stood in golden black raiment; gazing out at the stars. A smirk broke his brooding features; tousled black hair fell across his brow only to be slid aside by his gauntleted hand. He chuckled lightly; laying his hands upon the hilts of the Runeblades that stirred in their scabbards; listening to their archaic arcane whisperings...

What he did here today would shape galaxies and sunder worlds. Everything was going to change...Everything...

OOC: Personally Sith, your act of putting CoreWorlds in charge of the GE and allowing for Nightshade to appear is your own act of betrayel to the members of the GE. Did we not almost start a massive campaign to finally kill off CoreWorlds? Then next thing we know, your gone, and now pretty miss Nightshade on the throne. No my old friend, I am afraid to say that in this, you are the betrayer in retrospect, and therefore I find your words lacking in their real power as nothing more than wispers in the wind.

And you'll see the stuff I highlightedabove: let us first not forget that at this time ICly I am totaly scotch free of implications, seeing as the rest of the Empire thinks Alabar dead, and that he was acting alone without higher authorization. So unless your dear hound-dog Shivian can sniff out proof (highly unlikely) it will remain so.

And in the case of Nightshade just saying "snuff them," this will cause an undoubtable international outrage. For no other reason than a Sith's thought to destroy me, you would have CoreWorlds bring what he can of the GE down on my head. (And personaly Chronosia, I find it sad to see such an admirable and worthy nation as yourself serving them in this manner, to be the one who does the dirty business. I'm shrewd enough to know that in this matter or game of chess if you like, Chron will indeed be worth two rooks, and perhaps an added bishop as well.) And be it known to you Sith, I have not spent the last year and a half sitting in isolation, far from it. I have many alliances and friends, and you have unfortunately created many enemies who I am sure are waiting for a chance to get you, or as it is, this remnant of your existance.
OOC: Oh, stuff it. No matter who is in control of the Empire, you know full well the rules of the club. You know full well the price of betrayal, of treason. Needless to say, you are going to die my friend, slowly and painfully.

Keep in mind, that Thrashia has already accepted the Death Star, so this, in this war, is not a plot device……..

OOC-Always wanted to see what would happen when a full fleet of capital ships took on a Death Star.

TAG

End of Nightshade
Greetings to the Galaxy. It has been announced and now well known that the Empress Nightshade (ooc: aka CoreWorlds) has taken over the command of the Galactic Empire, in place of the now dead Palpatine. I, though my name will not be mentioned, will not stand for this travesty. I call upon the enemies and allies of those forces set against the forces I have thus mentioned. For the final destruction of the Sith who through their maniacal means have reigned with terror and the Force for far too long. If you, like me, have beyond anything wished for the end of this...this mockery that should be in the hands of a true person, and not a Sith Lord or his lackeys, then I bid you send a message of confirmation to this holo-net address: nevertobeknown@mundanium.3rdgalaxy.end

From there you will be contacted, should you reply, and undoubtable be summoned to a secret location to discuss how we may go about this business of destroying an ancient and evil power. Good day.
"So, it seems there are usurpers within the Empire. Intruging." Alex Masaki mused over rice tea after his aides brought the urgent message to him. "They will fail, of that I am sure. Besides, Nightshade is really a family matter. There is no other way to defeat her than one of us who know her all too well. And the only ones powerful enough to take her are Daniel and Jacob...but let us see how this goes anyway." He smiled coldly.

He sent a message to the holonet address.

We are intruged about this betrayal of the Empire. We shall send a representative fortwith to give you the inside scoop of our...wayward sister.

With in a few hours of the message being replyed too Albedo arrived in a unmarked cargo ship bought from the black market. No Id Codes were on it nore any logs of where it came from. Albedo had on normal clothes bought from Abh Markets to hide the origan. No sign of rank was on him at all. He wanted to make sure no one knew what nation he came from. He didnt want Neo Zeta to be blamed for anything yet nore did he have the Emperors permission as of yet. In doing so he was commiting a act of treason.

The ship slowly came a stop and awaited instructions.

OOC Slight Nitpick, my ambassator was Human, since the Numoidians feel such a task above them. Remember in the War, they Let Dooku and Grevious do everything, barely getting involved theirselves, thus I am keeping with that idea. And for this we simply use Driods, sorry for the crap post, but meh

IC He nodded, thanking the man as he sat. He looked around the room, smiling. As he turned, he looked at the driods. He smiled. Oh how usful driods where. The newer armies made use of real people, but driods could be manufactored within quick reply.

The ship came, tearing through the warp, rending space and time asunder with the very fingerprints of the Gods. Upon the deck of this small, armed, Raider vessel; the Emperor himself stood in golden black raiment; gazing out at the stars. A smirk broke his brooding features; tousled black hair fell across his brow only to be slid aside by his gauntleted hand. He chuckled lightly; laying his hands upon the hilts of the Runeblades that stirred in their scabbards; listening to their archaic arcane whisperings...

What he did here today would shape galaxies and sunder worlds. Everything was going to change...Everything...

The Indictor Star Destroyer caught the vessel in its tractor beams as it came out of the warp. The Star Destroyer immediately sent a transmission.

"Attention unknown ship, welcome to the meeting place. If you will follow your accompanying guides you will be shown to the meeting place. Welcome." The line cut and two Imperial Patrol Cruisers, not as big as the Star Destroyer, but certainly in the same class as the arrived vessel, took up flanking positions on either side of it.

"We're your guides, unmarked ship. Follow us," one sent. Togethor the three ships moved out and past the Indictor Destroyer and moved out for a while until arriving before the large, old and decommissioned space station.

The two patrol cruisers broke off, and four tie fighters followed the raider ship into the landing dock.

Before the raider craft, standing in neat rows on either side of the craft's walk entry way, were four full stormtrooper companies, all at attention, and a full delegaation of Imperial officers. At their head was Vice-Admiral Kumir.

From the rampway of the raider craft came a tall figure, dressed imacutely in black and gold and ceremonial armor. Two great swords hung in his belt swaying with his great cloak. He stood about two feet higher than any other person.

Kumir marched forward with several other officers and bowed. "Welcome tot he Lord High Emperor of the Imperium, Lord and Master of Chronosia Prime, and Emperor of the soveriegn empire of Chronosia." They bowed once more. The Emperor chuckled contemptably.

"If you will follow me sir, I will lead you to a place to await the beginning of the talks," said Kumir. He and his officers led the Emperor down the aisle of assembled troops and led him through a small series of halls and then brought him into the waiting room, its warm inviting seats and tables of sweet meats and wine ahving been placed in a nearby corner.

"I hope you will be comfortable here. And you will be able to meet those who have already come," said Kumir. "Now if you will excuse me highness." He bowed and left, leaving the Emperor and the human Numoidian embassador togethor.

With in a few hours of the message being replyed too Albedo arrived in a unmarked cargo ship bought from the black market. No Id Codes were on it nore any logs of where it came from. Albedo had on normal clothes bought from Abh Markets to hide the origan. No sign of rank was on him at all. He wanted to make sure no one knew what nation he came from. He didnt want Neo Zeta to be blamed for anything yet nore did he have the Emperors permission as of yet. In doing so he was commiting a act of treason.

The ship slowly came a stop and awaited instructions.

The awaiting Indictor SD caught the cargo ship in its tractor beams, then sent a transmission. "Attention unknown ship, welcome to the meeting area, you are to be guided to the meeting area. Follow your designated guides."

Two Patrol Cruisers came out and took up flanking positions on the ship.

"We're your guides, unmarked ship. Follow us," one sent. Togethor the three ships moved out and past the Indictor Destroyer and moved out for a while until arriving before the large, old and decommissioned space station.

The two patrol cruisers broke off, and four tie fighters followed the raider ship into the landing dock.

A company of stormtroopers awaited at attention. Major Valens stood waiting as the ramp way came down. A man dressed in an unmarked uniform stepped down it. "Welcome sir, might I be advised as to your name before I escort you to the meeting place?"

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"So, it seems there are usurpers within the Empire. Intruging." Alex Masaki mused over rice tea after his aides brought the urgent message to him. "They will fail, of that I am sure. Besides, Nightshade is really a family matter. There is no other way to defeat her than one of us who know her all too well. And the only ones powerful enough to take her are Daniel and Jacob...but let us see how this goes anyway." He smiled coldly.

He sent a message to the holonet address.

We are intruged about this betrayal of the Empire. We shall send a representative fortwith to give you the inside scoop of our...wayward sister.
*Cough*

Alabar looked at the message carefully. Frank had a worried look on his face. The message before him was that from a known terrorist and wanted man throughout the known galaxy by the Galactic Empire: Daniel Masaki.

Alabar decided to gamble. "Send the reply, same as before."

Frank sent to the trasmission.

Albedo looked at The Man " My name is Albedo." He said looking around to see if anyone there knew him. He had only limited conntact with a few nations so he was hopeful they wouldnt be there.

Alabar looked at the message carefully. Frank had a worried look on his face. The message before him was that from a known terrorist and wanted man throughout the known galaxy by the Galactic Empire: Daniel Masaki.

Alabar decided to gamble. "Send the reply, same as before."

Frank sent to the trasmission.
"Sir, we've got a transmission."

Coordinates: 7-alpha c43
Come in only small ship for security & secrecy purposes.

"Very good." The Patriarch said. And now...let the games begin...

An hour later, a small ship lept out of Jurai space and made the jump to hyperspace for the coordinates.

End of Nightshade
Greetings to the Galaxy. It has been announced and now well known that the Empress Nightshade (ooc: aka CoreWorlds) has taken over the command of the Galactic Empire, in place of the now dead Palpatine. I, though my name will not be mentioned, will not stand for this travesty. I call upon the enemies and allies of those forces set against the forces I have thus mentioned. For the final destruction of the Sith who through their maniacal means have reigned with terror and the Force for far too long. If you, like me, have beyond anything wished for the end of this...this mockery that should be in the hands of a true person, and not a Sith Lord or his lackeys, then I bid you send a message of confirmation to this holo-net address: nevertobeknown@mundanium.3rdgalaxy.end

From there you will be contacted, should you reply, and undoubtable be summoned to a secret location to discuss how we may go about this business of destroying an ancient and evil power. Good day.

Connection Broken
Traces destroyed


Aboard the CD-12 Deceli in the void of space

Garce Onemer looked at the one display constant among the changing displays within the Primary Observation Room with great interest. That they would be bold enough to such implied a trap or arrogant fools.
This could be very risky, though it will greatly satisfy the faction. And if all goes well, this could be beneficial to the state. "Officer, send a affirmative reply through secure lines. And do not make it traceable, or else your dismissal will be quite a dishonorable one" said Onemer, bending his head forward and utilizing his artifical eye to great effect.


A particular faction within a foreign power is very interested in causing what you propose to come to fruition.

OOC Reply to me? I need someone to talk to!

-snip-

Frank smiled as another one came in. He tapped away at his key board and sent the message.

Khan stood next to his intelligence officers computer. He read the message and smiled. "Send an affirmative notice, and then await the coordinates that will be coming."

Khan turned to his aide. "Ready my small yacht for launch, I will soon be making a journey." Khan's men awaited until finally getting a reply message from the address.



Designated coordinates

Khan's personal pleasure yacht and ship came out of hyperspace at the designated place and sent transmissions announcing his arrival.

The Indictor Star Destroyer caught the yacht in its tractor beams and sent a message of greeting. Several Tie fighters took up positions around it and led it to the station.

As it docked, Major Valens and two companies of stormtroopers awaited in formation.

As the ramp came down and off stepped the Admiral Khan, dressed in his particular black-lined with gold Admiral's uniform. Valens stepped up and saluted. "Welcome sir. I will guide you to a room to await the start of the meeting."

After a short walk, Valens let him into the room where several other men sat waiting.

The small ship that left Jurai now arrived at the secret coordinates given by Thrashia. Sensors will note two persons in the ship.

The Indictor's captain felt it was getting too easy, even with the exact spot already know of when the ship was coming in...it was getting boring. But orders were orders. His tractor beam crews quickly snagged the incoming ship.

"Attention unkown ship. You have just arrived at the intended meeting place. Welcome. Ships will escort you to the meeting."

Several Tie Advanced fighters took up flanking positions and took the ship to the station. Once inside the docking area, the ship landed and set down it's ramp. Waiting was a stormtrooper company and two officers, including Major Valens.

Two men in characteristic Jedi robes stepped down the ramp. Valens moved forward and bowed slightly to them. "Welcome sirs," said Valens. "Welcome, I ask if you will make sure your lightsabers remain deactivated throughout your stay? In the mean time, please allow me to escort you to a waiting room where you can talk with other delegates that have arrived until the meeting starts."

OOC: Careful there. You seem to have a tendancy to move other peoples' characters. Please don't in the future, unless I say it's cool.

IC:
Actually, both people have dark brown cloaks, rather than the earth tone of regular Jedi. One of them, a blond sporting an orange jumpsuit with black sleeves simply nodded.

"Very well." Jounin Uzumaki Naruto nodded. "Lead the way."

A boy about thirteen years of age stood a little behind his Sensei. He had brown hair, wore a tan T-shirt with a spiral leaf (http://server6.uploadit.org/files/KeepTheChange-narutorpguketsugareshi.jpg) on the front and standard brown cargo pants. The boy seemed nervous in the face of so many potential enemies, but tried not to show it. His name is Benjamin, Naruto's apprentice.

"Of course sir," said Valens. His face was an emotionless mask. For some reason he automatically disliked these newcomers. But orders were orders. He turned on his heal and led the way.

Soon they came to the waiting room. Valens opened the door and stood to one side. "There are refreshments and seats so sit in until the meeting starts gentlemen, you may also wish to speak with other delegates who have come."

Naruto and Benjamin entered the room. Ben drew a sharp breath upon seeing the delegate from Chronosia, but a sharp glance from Naruto kept him calm.

A blue tunnel opened up, depositing the black shuttle at its destination. The shuttle had a jutting cockpit, flanked by the entrance/exit and four cannons. They were not taking chances.

Onemer looked upon the graphic display of the cockpit(which provided a greater view than the slit of the opaque red material that stood out among the cockpit) with great but invisible interest, crouching with his head hovering near the two pilots.
A fool Envoy Sarten is to stay cramped in his compartment. You never know what might happen outside. It was a thought which made him laugh, making the pilots even less interested in what Onemer was thinking.

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The Indictor caught the newly appeared ship in it's tractor beams. It was quite the surprise, but the captain let it slide. "Welcome unknown ship to the meeting area designated in the message you recieved. Ships will escort you to the meeting area."

At once several tie fighters came round and took up positions around the ship. "Follow us," one sent in a transmission.


The craft made it to the station without incident and landed in the bay. There waiting was Major Valens and two companies of Stormtroopers. Valens waited for the craft's ramp to lower.

The Indictor caught the newly appeared ship in it's tractor beams. It was quite the surprise, but the captain let it slide. "Welcome unknown ship to the meeting area designated in the message you recieved. Ships will escort you to the meeting area."

At once several tie fighters came round and took up positions around the ship. "Follow us," one sent in a transmission.


The craft made it to the station without incident and landed in the bay. There waiting was Major Valens and two companies of Stormtroopers. Valens waited for the craft's ramp to lower.

The cover of the door next to the cockpit lowered to the ground, revealing two skeletal-form droids. They began to march down the ramp provided by the door, with the cyborg Onemer close behind, followed(with a delay) by Sarten.
"Ah, I see you have prepared a very large welcoming party. Though I wonder what would leave you to believe that a 'harmless' craft like this could contain a threat. None the less, I believe we have business" said Onemer, the first part tinged with sarcasm.

*This is Shivian* Thrashia: Are you ignoring me for any Paritular reason, despite the fact I have asked you to give me something to work off, you have ignored me twice, as well as made the assumtion that I was Numoidian ((despite the Fact I STATED I was Human)), Can you PLEASE give me someone besides an empty room.

A message was sent to the address given.

We will be there.

Prince's Champion Sabrier K'Tan was ready.

*This is Shivian* Thrashia: Are you ignoring me for any Paritular reason, despite the fact I have asked you to give me something to work off, you have ignored me twice, as well as made the assumtion that I was Numoidian ((despite the Fact I STATED I was Human)), Can you PLEASE give me someone besides an empty room.

You'll notice by now that that 'empty room' contains two jedi, the emperor of chronosia, admiral khan, and alebo (neo zeta). So you are not alone. As yet there are no Thrashian represenatives in the room. We are merely waiting for the arrival of others. And no I am not ignoring you. Theres food and drink, and now more guests. So...chat a little?

IC:
-snip-

Frank sent the usual reply back to the address.

-snip-

Valens smiled. "No sir, not at all. If you would follow me I will show you the way to a waiting room where you can rest until the beginning of the meeting," said Major Valens.

Admiral Thrawn's small personal cruiser came out of hyperspace at the appointed coordinates. He had a personal invite from Alabar. As he came out a nearby Indictor cruiser caught him in it's tractor beams.

A transmission came in. "Welcome to the meeting place. Ships will be coming soon to escort you to the meeting itself shortly."

Thrawn watched as a few fighters came and took up flanking positions. "Follow us," one sent.


A little while later Thrawn's ship had set down inside the docking bay of the large decommisioned space station. Outside was a waiting delegation of Thrashian officers.

He opened the ramp of his ship and disembarked, his white Grand Admirals uniform perfectly smooth.

OOC: Thrashia I do believe you are refusing to post in US's alternate thread. Why?

You cannot exactly pick and choose now can you. If you would like the link I'll give it here.


http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=457122

OOC: Thrashia I do believe you are refusing to post in US's alternate thread. Why?

You cannot exactly pick and choose now can you. If you would like the link I'll give it here.


http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=457122

I was never informed there was one, so dont get your panties in a wad over it.

OOC: No need to be rude Thrash (Which you increasingly come across as)

IC:

Remiel chuckled softly as he surveyed the gathering; a satyr's grin marring an angelic face; a face twisted by glorious pleasures and brutalities; a form that has endured death, been borne back from the Warp itself; rent back into the form of the flesh. He lets those shimmering cerulean eyes focus and drift; examining each delegate in turn; till he is glutted upon their physical form, their texture; their symmetry (or lack thereof)

"I wonder when this little cabal begins its meetings and ministrations. I do not have time to sit around in deep space, awaiting a revolution that will never come and a promise that will not be fulfilled. I wonder if these would-be rebels even have the gal to pull off such a coup. Were it in our hands the Sith would be toppled by now; and Chaos would rule the Emperor with an iron fist" A wicked grin, a flash of teeth. "I grow bored of their...Ponderous procrastination and inability..."

Valens smiled. "No sir, not at all. If you would follow me I will show you the way to a waiting room where you can rest until the beginning of the meeting," said Major Valens.

"Come on Sarten. And do you mind if we bring along security?" asked Onemer

"Not at all sir," said Valens. he guided the embassador and his guards to the room.

OOC:Chron, he was rudely interjecting in my thread, a TG would have been more appropriate.

IC:

Grand Admiral Schwartz stepped into the room. All the heads of the delegates turned and faced him. He smiled and bowed. "Welcome honored guests, if you will now follow me to the conference hall, we may begin what we all came here to start," Schwartz said.

The group followed the grand admiral into the next room over. It's great doors opened by two stormtroopers. Inside was a large round table. Around it evenly spaced where wooden carved chairs with golden filgry and embossed with the Thrashian coat-of-arms. In the center was a hologram projector. Further behind the table was a large door with two stormtroopers standing on either side.

"Here are your seats gentlemen," said Schwartz. "Feel free to choose any place, except for these three here." He motioned to thre chairs that had a golden rope on them. "I will be back momentarily, servants will serve you wine, water, or anything else you may ask for." Schwartz bowed and left. Several attending servants stood nearby waiting.

Sabrier K'Tan arrived in his ship. He sent a message to control "Requesting Permission to land"

"Permission is granted, follow along your course to the station. Two fighters will guide you in," said a voice over the transmission line. The ship did so and a few fighters came and took flanking positions.

They landed and Major Valens met them. "The meeting is about to start, please follow me quickly." They nodded and followed.

OOC: You got MSN Thrash?

OOC: lakes_7@hotmail.com

OOC: Ok, added. But you ain't on; sort of defeats the purpose :P

OOC: On now. I had a little trouble with it.

The guests were all seated, drinking or not from their preference and awaited their host. The far doors opened, first in stepped two men dressed in the white of Grand Admirals. Some of those assembled were wispering as they saw Alabar, alive, standing before them. The two men stood to one side each, and looked to the door. From their shadows walked a tall man, dressed in stark black knee high military boots, white hardened pants with a black belt through its loops and a golden buckle at its center. He wore a red coat, with a black vest inside of it.

He had silver iron hair, and his eyes were deep brown which were set stark against small flecks of gold that spotted his pupils. He was Octavius Shadaum IV, Emperor of Thrashia.

Shadaum came forward and sat down in the center seat, removing the rope there that had saved his place. Both Grand Admiral Alabar and Schwartz sat down next to him on either side.

Shadaum smiled. "Gentlemen, welcome to my galactic meeting of friends and allies. You are all here in answer of an unknown call, that you either were curious of or felt hatred to the forces I intend to oppose. I am glad of your pressence and wish for your patience as I explain my message," said Shadaum. He nodded to the Emperor of Chronosia.

"I will for all time destroy the throne set upon Curoscant, and the current Line which sits upon its throne."

Remiel chuckled softly. "By the right of succession and the Chronosian blood that runs in the heirs to the throne; there shall be ending of any lines, by anyone. The Masaki whore can die for all I care...But the heirs to the throne shall be granted the protection of the Imperium" The twin runeblades hissed and howled at his sides. "Or by the powers of Chaos, this coup shall be your last action upon the material plane."

He waved a hand. "You are too rash; too foolish. You would rush headfirst towards the most well-defended world in the Empire; would you so willingly embrace damnation? Of course not. Considerations must be made. To weaken the beast you must first know its weakest points. For example; the Pentovan Droid Factories; a key Imperial outpost. With it's fall, the Sith's economy will falter; followed swiftly by the assault on Kaminos. Then, the two capitals; Tenetia and Coruscant must fall or be captured....Only then, can your fledgling plan actually bear fruit. I wonder, have you ever commanded a war? Or men, for that matter? You know nothing of Imperial History, Heirarchy, Industry or Defence..."

Shadaum smiled at Remiel. "Old friend indeed, it would be Nightshade that dies, and I give you her sons, so long as they remain in your holding." He looked around once more at those present before continueing.

"And my old friend I indeed know how to run a war. I have no intention of running head over heal strait into the 'belly of the beast' and do something as stupid as to attack Curoscant head on. No, I have other plans." Shadaum took a small controller from under the table and pressed a series of buttons. The room's lights faded, and the holo projector came on. It showed a map of the galaxy. It zoomed in on then system holding the Pentovan Droid Factories.

"You are correct Remiel that the Pentovan Factories are a important key to the Sith and their 'underbelly' and a target which I have considered," Shadaum said, he moved the map back to its large view, and several red dots appeared. "Here in is my plan. A openeing move, so to speak. I will send forces, small but adequite, to assault several outposts such as Dantooine, and other smaller outposts. I wish, if possible to draw out the Imperial Fleet waiting off of Curoscant.

"Once engaged I would have the mass of my fleets, and those of my allies, appear and close the trap. I would proceed to destroy or for all time cripple the fleet. Once Nightshade no longer has the majority of her fleet, she will be helpless. From there we would then move on a two-pronged attack on the Pentovan Droid Factories and Kamino. By taking out their largest economy life-line and main supply of troops, we would cripple them further. This so far is what I have on the drawing board. What, my guests, do you all think of it so far?" asked Shadaum.

"Not bad. With our resources at Bastion, we can strike at Dantooine and carve our way through." Naruto pointed a line down through planets such as Ansion. "Bilbringi has a shipyard. Capture that, and Kuat will start having trouble maintaining ship numbers, even if we don't capture the system. Besides we don't need to capture Kuat. Whoever controls Coruscant also controls Kuat. Then we all move in on the Core. We will strike at our old systems and retake them. Tenetia, Issus, Yorkshire, etc. Then a final run to Coruscant itself, staging from a captured Borelias."

"However, to defeat Nightshade herself will take a duel. And Daniel is the one capable of defeating her alone." Naruto added. "That is our only demand. Although those Praetorians look pretty nice too." He smiled while Ben tried not to groan.

A wry chuckle. "Ah yes, the formidible skill of Daniel Masaki. How I remember it; a most pleasurable experience to die beneath his blade" His eyes gleamed, his skin alive with a fury and an intensity; no pallor or wasting showing in that flesh.

"The Coreworldians seem to think this a clear path to reclaiming all their former glory; but they forget that Thrashia shall remain a member of the Empire; I doubt that he will wish to lose all taht has been gained; despite his...irrational hatreds"

"True my young friend, Bilbringi would be an important target, as well as Yaga Minor. And if anything a blockade could be made around Kuat, but before Kuat would fall, we would need to capture Carida and the Imperial Academy there, and perhaps Balmorra," said Shadaum. The Emperor turned to Admiral Khan and the man who represented the Neimodians.

"What do you two fine gentlemen think of this so far?"

Shadaum chuckled at the Emperor Remiel's comment. "Old hatreds die hard...and so my old friend. I may allow for the Masakis to gain something in this venture. However that is not to be discussed at the moment. What would be your own views of this matter, how would you cripple the first of the Empress's defences?" asked Shadaum.

"Tell me:" queried Onemere "Have you observed any possibility of using the heirs to be more 'goal-friendly' upon the death of Nightshade?"

After that question, young Ben seemed to lean more closely to listen.

"In what way do you mean?" Naruto asked.

ooc: because the ThreAd tools don't work all that Good.

I have no idea where I'm going in this conflict. I know the final goal I want, but how to accomplish it is a mystery. I may join soon. Maybe not. Don't count on me, I may go Imperial.

ooc: because the ThreAd tools don't work all that Good.

I have no idea where I'm going in this conflict. I know the final goal I want, but how to accomplish it is a mystery. I may join soon. Maybe not. Don't count on me, I may go Imperial.

NOOOOO!!!!!!!


On another note, I'll read up on the rest of this thread, and see how I might jump into all of this.

Narthaus sat aboard the bridge of the Godhand when JANI recieved the message and informed him of it. "Sir, it appears to be the handiwork of a hacker... I can't trace it, but if you absolutly need to know where it comes from, I could scan the lines of code, it'd take a few weeks..." Said JANI before she was cut-off, "Nonsense! Send out a reply. We agree." Said Narthaus.

Begin Transmission
Of Course We'll help kick those S.O.B.'s asses! Count us in for toppling the goddamned GE!
End Transmission

After that question, young Ben seemed to lean more closely to listen.

"In what way do you mean?" Naruto asked.

"Such as being closer to your opinions than Nightshade's. Though I doubt it could go as far as making them puppets. If that is so, then this conspiracy could be far more 'legitimate' then it currently is."

You are incorrect, and no, I am not going to roleplay. Shall we look at this conservatively?

Thrashia, Nightshade is a Sith, she needs no evidence to crush you. Your Grand Admiral was convicted of and found out to be a traitor, therefore you must, and shall be implicated in this new bout of treason. However, Nightshade will simply claim that it’s your government who is the traitor and Chronosia and the loyal allies to the Empire shall crush you in a day long campaign.

I am personally rooting to have your nation exterminated. I HATE, IC and OOC betrayals.

To everyone who wishes to take part in this war upon the Empire. Keep in mind, that Thrashia has already accepted the Death Star, so this, in this war, is not a plot device……..

OOC: Sith, while you and I never really did get along, I applaud your descsion to leave NS and I think it was a good one. Just wanted to say that since I missed the Goodbye thread cause I stoped RPing for a bit.

The Human sat, looking at the man before him. He looked on interestingly as they made their plans, he watched with amazement as they planned their war.

"Not a bad plan..." he said, almost lazily "I applaude it...but its rather pradicable no?" the man smiled. "What care does the Empire have for a few worlds such as Datooine? Its a simple Outpost world. Where as..." he pointed to a star that showd no visable habitation. "...here would shatter their Intelligance network, as well as a sizable number of Shipyards."

"It might not seem like much, but imagin the Empire without ears? They wouldn't be able to trace something...such as this meeting."

***

Secret IC: On the Craft the CISS troops arrived upon, several compartments opened. Within these compartments, Destroyer Driods, as well as Super Battledriods, both began to unfold, on a secret signal from the room.

One Room...who in their right mind puts the leaders of a conspiricy in one room, especially when the Tranmission is sent to everyone within the Empire.

OOC You won't know bout the driods until I launch my attack, don't say your looking through my ship or anything, because the driods won't let you.

-snip-
ooc:Would there be a way to merge this with the GFFA discussion? It would probably not only make it easier for people like me to keep up, but it would help unite the coalitions.

ooc:Would there be a way to merge this with the GFFA discussion? It would probably not only make it easier for people like me to keep up, but it would help unite the coalitions.

(OOC: I'd like to discuss something in the Uberasia region. (Ignore my other post there for the time being.).)

OOC: Traps Are Great
Sorry guys, but I can't tag this thread from the options for some reason. Just watching this unfold from the outside.

OOC: It is quite nice to see my plan is taking the attention so many noble and powerful nations. I thankyou.

Klington: Unified Sith is now under the control of CoreWorlds, Sith gave it to him after he left. And your message in IC has been replied too, giving you the coordinates.

No Endorse: Well I put a thread up in the GFFA forum concerning this, and I've gotten some support there, however it seems that maybe after this thread is finished, I can make a central thread? Where ALL of those who wish to join may.

Lessir Tsurani: No, I had no intention of having your ship searched, but be aware that the signal to operate such droids would be noticed by my security teams. And its not like it will be a cake-walk to get out of the hanger.


IC:

Shadaum listed with interest as Naruto and Onemere discussed the possibilities of using the heirs as puppets or perhaps getting them to join their effort. He coughed politely and interuppted. "Let it be known that when we do ever get a hold of the children, Emperor Remiel will and is given full rights to have them, and act as their guardian," he said.

Shadaum turned to Onemere. "The reason for attacking such small outposts as Dantooine is because it in itself is so small, yet Nightshade newly sitting on the throne will for the first time have a large crisis, if she does not react to our taking such an outpost, the Moffs could see her as being weak. And if we're to take Dantooine, Yaga Minor, and perhaps Balmorra it would leave Nightshade's Imperial Fleet jumping at shadows and splitting their forces."


Outside the meeting hall in the central computers room Major Valens stood over the Commscan consul. "What do you mean a signal?" he asked the tech again.

"My scanners have been trained on the room for the entire time now, and until a few moments ago it was empty sir, no signals of any kind, until suddenly I picked up this small signal. No from my records it seems like an activation signal," said the tech.

"Activating what?" asked Valens, alarmed.

"Perhaps a droid? Its signal pattern is similar to the ones we use to signal our own droids, but this one is more complex."

"Alright, keep alert, and try tracing the signal to its end point."

"Yes sir," said the tech. Valens walked back over to a man sitting in the black uniform of a stormtrooper commander. "Captain Xander, bring us to yellow alert. I want full patrols in the cooridors. All posts to report in every quarter hour." The young face scarred battle captain smiled. "Yes sir."

Albedo listened to the diffrent people speak. Their plans were spoken but did they mean to put the plans into action. That was his reasion to be there to find out if this is just another meeting about fighting the GE in which nothing happens. But from what he had seen so fare this had a good chance.

" I agree spliting Imperial Forces is key. If they keep all of their forces tied up in their key areas the rest of the Empire falls and they lose massive econmic support as well as man power. If they split their forces we can take them on much better and they will slip up and leave somthing open to attack. But i fear this will all end in a seige of Curoscant. Best bet as you say is the draw the fleet away and even the Death Star tho you would need a very tempting target to draw the Death Star away."

Albedo looks around more " My nation might be able to bring in the support of the Vong in this matter who are very adapt at dealing with Imperial Machines of War. Though i make no promise there as i have yet to speak with them. Also might it be best to secure support from the Hutts and their black markets and bounty hunters? It has been some time since i researched the workings of the Empire and i am not sure if the Hutts are still around. I heard rumours their home world was destroyed but i have no proof."

OOC: I'll post in a bit.

"Yes" said Onemere "And that will make an assassination attempt all the easier to put the blame on others such as any moffs that are...disagreeable. Though we should make sure the heirs will not be to inquisitive."

"An assassination attempt would bring the blame straight to the Thrashiansm given Nightshade's rather...Brazen outburst of propaganda. A full on war; a magnificent coup; would overtake any...cowardly moves of assassination that you would undertake." Remiel chuckled "Pathetic..."

He rose, pacing; reaching out with gauntleted hand to cup entire systems in the hologram. "The object is not to destroy the Empire; but to leave it intact; whole; largely unspoiled. Only the head must be severed; for more worthy rulers to take its place...In the abscence of the Sith; a state of cooperation...May be possible with the Clan Masaki; assuming they lay down the sword against Empire and Imperium. I will tolerate nothing less" A feral grin upon his countenance

A single message came, seemingly from nowhere, intended for the Thrashians' encrypted channel.

We have heard your call and would like to attend this meeting, if you would pardon our tardiness.

OOC: I hate to not say it ICly but yea Godular, the return message has been sent to you, to save time, just rp walking into the room.

IC:

Shadaum nodded as he listened more. Suddenly an aide stepped in and walked over to the Emperor, he bent down and spoke quietly in his ear. Shadaum's eyes widened then nodded. He dismissed the aide.

Shadaum stood. "Gentlemen, from this point on I will be quite blunt. I am going to have this war with Nightshade, either now or never. And as it seems, my intelligence agencies have just alerted me that a large Imperial Fleet has just left from the location where the former planet Alderaan was. Their trails leave it to be believed that they are heading strait for the Thrashian system." Several of the delegates looked surprised, Remiel who was also standing let no emotional show on his face.

"That was less than an hour ago. You all came to these coordinates, assuming a hidden location, and indeed it is. However, it is within the Thrashian System that we are in, but at the far frindge. I would as that you leave for your safety. My fleets and defenses have just done to red alert, and I will need to go with my commanders to watch over the defense. I pray that those of you who wish to join will come. If its spoils of war you wish for, then we can discuss that at another time," said Shadaum. He turned and his two grand admirals stood as well.

Shadaum stopped and turned once more to the delegates. "Also, I was told that the Death Star is coming with this fleet. If they planned to arrive as one whole then they will arrive in about 4 hours." He turned and began walking back to the door.

OOC: Ai'ight.

The Godulan representative, a simple commander by the looks of it, came in just as Shadaum approached the door.

"Well drat. Over already?! Didn't even get the opportunity to outline our plan to trap the Empire with its own weapons and rip them to shreds bit by bit. Oh well. Did I hear properly when you mentioned something about the Death Star approaching?"

Shaduam looked the man up and down. "You are correct sir, I would hazard a guess from your uniform that you come from Godular? Yes, the uniform...I remember it. Anyway, yes the meeting is momentarily over, since I have rather rude neighbors who are about to come nocking at my door," said Shadaum lightly. Alabar and Schwartz moved past the Emperor, nodding, and left to go report to their respective command stations.

"With permission, your honor, I would like to remain here. On my ship that is. It is but a single Mako Star Destroyer, by no means capable of assisting in battle for the most part, but it does have ONE device that would be a tremendous boon to you."

Shaduam's curiosity caught him. "What device if I may know friend?"

OOC: I will soon be making another thread for rp'ing CW's invasion of my system. Hopefully some of you who I have pursuaded will appear to help. As of right now, coordinates to my home system has been sent to all of you, no questions asked.

"I would not wish to divulge TOO much information, but as long as my vessel is in the system, it will be in the best interest of those commanding the Death Star to not fire their superlaser."

OOC: It is quite nice to see my plan is taking the attention so many noble and powerful nations. I thankyou.

Klington: Unified Sith is now under the control of CoreWorlds, Sith gave it to him after he left. And your message in IC has been replied too, giving you the coordinates.

No Endorse: Well I put a thread up in the GFFA forum concerning this, and I've gotten some support there, however it seems that maybe after this thread is finished, I can make a central thread? Where ALL of those who wish to join may.

Lessir Tsurani: No, I had no intention of having your ship searched, but be aware that the signal to operate such droids would be noticed by my security teams. And its not like it will be a cake-walk to get out of the hanger.


IC:

Shadaum listed with interest as Naruto and Onemere discussed the possibilities of using the heirs as puppets or perhaps getting them to join their effort. He coughed politely and interuppted. "Let it be known that when we do ever get a hold of the children, Emperor Remiel will and is given full rights to have them, and act as their guardian," he said.

Shadaum turned to Onemere. "The reason for attacking such small outposts as Dantooine is because it in itself is so small, yet Nightshade newly sitting on the throne will for the first time have a large crisis, if she does not react to our taking such an outpost, the Moffs could see her as being weak. And if we're to take Dantooine, Yaga Minor, and perhaps Balmorra it would leave Nightshade's Imperial Fleet jumping at shadows and splitting their forces."


Outside the meeting hall in the central computers room Major Valens stood over the Commscan consul. "What do you mean a signal?" he asked the tech again.

"My scanners have been trained on the room for the entire time now, and until a few moments ago it was empty sir, no signals of any kind, until suddenly I picked up this small signal. No from my records it seems like an activation signal," said the tech.

"Activating what?" asked Valens, alarmed.

"Perhaps a droid? Its signal pattern is similar to the ones we use to signal our own droids, but this one is more complex."

"Alright, keep alert, and try tracing the signal to its end point."

"Yes sir," said the tech. Valens walked back over to a man sitting in the black uniform of a stormtrooper commander. "Captain Xander, bring us to yellow alert. I want full patrols in the cooridors. All posts to report in every quarter hour." The young face scarred battle captain smiled. "Yes sir."

OOC:
Oh... So that means CW is a liar and is just telling me that wasn't him...? Oh and BTW, great acting CW, you sound exactly like Sithy.

OOC:
Im just gonna just walk in as well if you don't mind...

IC:
Narthaus walked into the small room and looked around. "Sorry im a little early guys..." He used the force and dragged a chair over to him and looked around for a place to sit. He than sat down with his back facing a corner, and asked, "So, whats the plan?"

OOC:
Im just gonna just walk in as well if you don't mind...

IC:
Narthaus walked into the small room and looked around. "Sorry im a little early guys..." He used the force and dragged a chair over to him and looked around for a place to sit. He than sat down with his back facing a corner, and asked, "So, whats the plan?"
"Leaving." Naruto snickered. "Death Star's on its way."

Ben giggled a little bit. "You're late."

OOC:
Im just gonna just walk in as well if you don't mind...

IC:
Narthaus walked into the small room and looked around. "Sorry im a little early guys..." He used the force and dragged a chair over to him and looked around for a place to sit. He than sat down with his back facing a corner, and asked, "So, whats the plan?"

Shadaum nodded at what the Godularian said, then turned as Narthaus came through the door.

"So, whats the plan?" he asked. Shaduam was hard put not to laugh. 'I should have had this meeting earlier,' he thought.

"The meeting is currently posponed, however for those who would wish to stay with me, I will allow for you to come with me to my headquarters from where I will watch the battle, and perhaps help in some small manner to my commanders," said Shadaum. He turned and looked at the Godular commander. "You sir, interest me greatly, come with me if you will."

"Leaving." Naruto snickered. "Death Star's on its way."

Ben giggled a little bit. "You're late."

"Oh really? Im late? If I was late, I would be missing the battle! Since I came in before the battle, Im early." Narthaus replied.

"Wait... kid, the enemies greatest weapon is coming to you, and your leaving? Lets kick its ass instead!"

OOC: Heres the battle thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=457795

"Oh really? Im late? If I was late, I would be missing the battle! Since I came in before the battle, Im early." Narthaus replied.

"Wait... kid, the enemies greatest weapon is coming to you, and your leaving? Lets kick its ass instead!"

Shadaum smiled. "well then, come with me." Shadaum walked from the room, hearing footsteps behind him.

"Well, this is unfortunate and a sympton of insufficent security. Envoy, I leave you to head the 'security' when it arrives. They will not be long, as I've already called them, so come with me to the shuttle" as the two skeletal droids approached Onemere as he and the envoy left for the shuttle. Upon reaching it, they quickly boarded it and the shuttle immediately left the hanger for the location.

With nothing more to worry about except betting on who would win, Naruto and Ben left the building and headed back onto their ship. They took off and moved into position to make the jump to hyperspace.

"Well, what do you think?" Naruto asked.

Ben disappeared in a puff of smoke, revealing the the person behind the mask: Daniel!

"I think we let 'em hang." I folded my arms as we headed into hyperspace. "They're more power-hungry than Nightshade, I could sense it. Plus, they talked of killing my nephews! I wanted to fry them right there and then."

"Won't have gone over well. So we remain neutral in the war. So...bet 20 credits on Thrashia surviving?" Naruto beamed.

"You're on!" I grinned.

The Attack began.

The Destroyers began their rolling, moving with awsome speed into the hanger bay and beyond. As they deployed, sheilds ((Intensified now days to be able to resist common Military weapons)) raised, and then they let loose their weapons.

The "CISS" Ambassator rose, moving over to Remiel and putting a hand on his shoulder before wispering in his ear.

"May I suggest using one of those Warp tricks to get yourself off this ship my Lord?" he said urgantly. "I do not wish you to die...you being here is disturbing, but it will be dealt with later."

With that, he turned to his two Super Battle Driod Guards and nodded. Immidietly, they turned, opening fire upon those within the room.

The Attack began.

The Destroyers began their rolling, moving with awsome speed into the hanger bay and beyond. As they deployed, sheilds ((Intensified now days to be able to resist common Military weapons)) raised, and then they let loose their weapons.

The "CISS" Ambassator rose, moving over to Remiel and putting a hand on his shoulder before wispering in his ear.

"May I suggest using one of those Warp tricks to get yourself off this ship my Lord?" he said urgantly. "I do not wish you to die...you being here is disturbing, but it will be dealt with later."

With that, he turned to his two Super Battle Driod Guards and nodded. Immidietly, they turned, opening fire upon those within the room.

OOC: I don't know if Im in another room from following Shadaum or not... So I'm not gonna make an IC response until Thrashia comes back to tell me what happened...

OOC: Same i will wait and see if this is the same room. but even if Albedo is he has a emergency transporter on stand by much like the one data used on picard at the end of the last movie. it can beam threw shields ect tho can only be used once.

OOC: Same i will wait and see if this is the same room. but even if Albedo is he has a emergency transporter on stand by much like the one data used on picard at the end of the last movie. it can beam threw shields ect tho can only be used once.

OOC: No worries, Narthaus is a Jedi anyways, he can buy some time.

OOC: Its the same room, those that followed me are already out and away from the room. And Lessir Tsurani, you can stop your butt right down inside the hanger. I had about a hundred or so stormtroopers guarding the hanger, and I have large patrols moving through the cooridors, so your two droid-i-carts can't have gotten past that, no matte how strong a shield you have, also If I remember right, they did not activate their shields unless they 'opened up' and began firing, so they would when moving be quite suceptible to my laser fire.

OOC Two? TWO! I can easily fit in excess of Fifty ((My ship is the size of the falcon, you can fit ALOT of Driods in that.)) and I said I rolled, but never said How far beyond, just "The hanger and beyond" I left it to you to decid how far. And if you forget I had two Of the Silver driods with me.

Now, respond ICly, or I will simply destroy half your ship ((And that rebellion with it.

OOC: Its the same room, those that followed me are already out and away from the room. And Lessir Tsurani, you can stop your butt right down inside the hanger. I had about a hundred or so stormtroopers guarding the hanger, and I have large patrols moving through the cooridors, so your two droid-i-carts can't have gotten past that, no matte how strong a shield you have, also If I remember right, they did not activate their shields unless they 'opened up' and began firing, so they would when moving be quite suceptible to my laser fire.

Have you previously posted the guards in the hanger?

Have you previously posted the patrols through the corridors?

Have you posted the number of Stormtroopers that you OOCly stated?

I demand as an RP friend and OOC friend to Lesser Tsurani IC proof of this.

Outside the meeting hall in the central computers room Major Valens stood over the Commscan consul. "What do you mean a signal?" he asked the tech again.

"My scanners have been trained on the room for the entire time now, and until a few moments ago it was empty sir, no signals of any kind, until suddenly I picked up this small signal. No from my records it seems like an activation signal," said the tech.

"Activating what?" asked Valens, alarmed.

"Perhaps a droid? Its signal pattern is similar to the ones we use to signal our own droids, but this one is more complex."

"Alright, keep alert, and try tracing the signal to its end point."

"Yes sir," said the tech. Valens walked back over to a man sitting in the black uniform of a stormtrooper commander. "Captain Xander, bring us to yellow alert. I want full patrols in the cooridors. All posts to report in every quarter hour." The young face scarred battle captain smiled. "Yes sir."

OOC: Reading comprehension for the win.

IC: Captain Xander ducked behind a metal barrel as large laser blasts smashed into the wall where he had been stand previously. Stormtroopers all around the hanger dived for cover and began returning fire as droid-i-carts from the Neimodian vessel burst out and began firing.

Xander cursed and pulled out his comlink. "We have a red alert, by no means bring any delegates here, we're under attack be the Neimodians!" he called into it, the transmission headed for Major Valens.

More blasts smashed into the wall above him. Xander pulled out his blaster and took a few pot shots off. He looked to his left and saw a few stormtroopers who tried rushing the droids get hit down. He glanced around. a dead trooper was near him. He pulled the corpse over and took from it a small catch of thermal grenades. He thumbed one of the activators on one, put it back in the back, then got up quickly and tossed the bag into the midst of the droids.

"Understood Xander, reinforcements are coming," crackled Major Valens voice over the comlink.


Major Valens set his comlink down and turned to the platoon of clones standing beside him ready. "Follow me." They quickly jogged into the meeting room, and brought their blasters to bear on the man who had come with his two droids, the embassador from the Neimoidians.

"You sir, are dead," said Valens simply. The 20 odd clone troopers held their blasters ready. "Surrender or die."


A large explosion erupted in the center of the large hanger, a small bit of smoke covering the scene, the stormtroopers with their specialized helmets were unaffected, but then niether were the droids.

The far blast doors opened and another company of stormtroopers arrived, several were hit down in the front, but the rest spread out for cover. Xander saw they had several heavy blaster cannons with them.

Admiral Khan had remained quiet during the meeting, considering the possibilites. But he had in the middle of the talk made a choice. He rose and walked with Emperor Shadaum out of the room.

"You have my support sir, consider the Imperial Fleet of Borain at your service, though I only about 50+ Star Destroyers at my command, I will bring them here to help," said Khan. He picked up his comlink and spoke into it to the captain waiting on his yacht.

A transmission was sent to Borain informing the captains to begin quick mobilization within the next three hours.

The envoy dropped dead, his chest scorched with the blaster fire.
"That will teach you to deal in drugs and classified information. droids, how much longer?" queried Onemere of the two four-legged droids
"Not much longer sir."

OOC: Zatarack...who did you shoot?

OOC: So; they've attacked? Meh; I'll have to think of someway to get out of there....I'll post later, slightly busy

Narthaus pressed a button on his armor and activated the comlink, "Plan Foxtrot at co-ords, X-Niner78C."

He then turned to the Emperor, "I too can pledge some forces, but Im afraid the bulk of the fleet won't arrive until after the enemy get here... but that might just play out in our favor." He smiled.

Narthaus pressed a button on his armor and activated the comlink, "Plan Foxtrot at co-ords, X-Niner78C."

He then turned to the Emperor, "I too can pledge some forces, but Im afraid the bulk of the fleet won't arrive until after the enemy get here... but that might just play out in our favor." He smiled.

Shadaum nodded as the small group walked through the coridors. He turned to Emperor Remiel. "You my friend must return I sense to your station." he motioned to his guards. "-my men will escort you back to your ship so that you may return to Chronosian Prime or to whatever destination it is your headed."

Six stormtroopers stepped up and saluted Emperor Remiel and Shadaum. The group split down a different hallway, headed to the landing bay where the Chronosian ship had landed.

Shadaum turned again to Narthaus. "I thank you, I can understand why. In the mean time would you care to return to your fleet? Or perhaps stay here?"

"I thank you my brother; our war shall come swift; our victory shall come sweetly. We shall stain the stars with the misbegotten blood of the Sith whore; and our rule shall be long and glorious. Chaos shall inherit all that is owed it; and the universe will tremble beneath the sound of our boots."

He stepped up onto the vast ship; watching as it began to rise; the doors beginning to close. "You can expect my signal to come soon..."

The six clone troopers saluted the Chronosian Emperor as the ship launched. The sergeant turned and listened for a moment on the comlink chatter. He nodded and turned to his men. "We're needed in the main hanger. Move!"

Troops all over the heavily garrisoned station, purposely put there for security, swarmed in from all directions responding to the alert signal from Captain Xander.

There was a short laugh from the Man who stood before them, his smile turned crooked.

"Then I shall Die!" He roared, activating a Detonator On his wrist. The Explosion ripped through the room, those dead would searve the perpous.

But his death was only part of a greater plot. On him, a Ghola Transmitter had been sending a Keep Alive Signal to the craft within the hanger. The ship buckled, then detonated, its hull tearing itself to shreads.

And then it began to rip through the ship, the sheer...power of an explosion would tear through massive compartments of the ship.

***

"Grand Admiral, signal terminated...that ship is going to be damaged at the very least, we got a chance to get in."

"Move to the edges of the FTLi feild and set up an overlap, even if they drop their own I want them staying there." Grand Admiral Kail said, smiling.

***On the Edge of the FTLi Barrier***

Indirectors appered outside of the hyperspace Barrier, their hulls gleaming. As soon as they arrived ((Along with Two Escorts each)) They set their Own FTLi Feild up. The Overlap left it so that the ((At least)) damaged ship would be trapped within its feild, having to take on the escorts themselves.

OOC Must go now, when you give me problems with this post ((Cause you ALWAYS do)) then I will rreply later.

OOC: *ahem* Lesser, there's war on in the 2nd Galactic Civil War thread.

OOC: Yar. Threads over for the most part. Think everybody else already left.

OOC: Zatarack...who did you shoot?

OOC: The Envoy

IC: "Just what do you think you're doing, authorizing intervention in this matter?" asked Valdun Jelz of VCD Vdrek(Director) Harmen on the screen
"I assure you sir, I did not approve of this action. I shall attempt to turn this situation around for the better. We do not trust our aagents to tell us the truth."
"This had better work, or you won't be able to find work on Torsek!"

OOC: Narthaus left a little while ago with the Chronisian Emperor, I woulda posted it, but I had a wrestling meet today and I couldn't, sorry.

OOC Oops...Never mind then...SORRY PEOPLE!