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OOC: Well I did post a response to what the trial was but other than that, I have no idea where you want to go for that. If you want to do this thing, then you'll have to lead the way for it.

I sighed as I suspected that we're about to get in a fight we don't need. I locked eyes with the Jedi Master, and with the deepest humility I could invoke..."Master Whitfield, I request that I invoke surkai, the Rite of Forgiveness, in this matter. Right now, the Colonial Remnant is top priority, and a Trial of Greviance will take away time and energy needed to help them. I have failed to protect them once. Mark my words, I shall not fail them again even if it requires my life."

An oath written with life is a powerful one indeed. It is second only to a Blood Oath, where one actually draws blood to seal it. To break either one will be disgrace beyond words. The Coredians may not have the strict code of laws that the Woodians have, but we never go back on our word, for good or for ill.

Master Whitfield looked at Daniel, his expression somewhat close to the infamous "You've done screwed up" glare of a typical Woodian officer, but not quite there. "I suppose you are right, then, that we should figure out where to put the refugees before resolving any Trials. I have a few ideas of my own." The expression on his face deepened to a piercing, shaming glare as he directed his attention to Doron (not that such an expression would actually have any effect on the Abh...but it certainly would have for a Coredian or Woodian).

"I formally challenge you to a Trial of Grievance, to take place after such time as the issue of what to do with the refugees is properly settled," he spat out, his voice the iciest tone that either Daniel or Skye had ever heard from him.

Skye waved apologetically to Crimson and silenced himself for the exchange between the Master Whitfield and the Masaki Patriarch.

He showed no real reaction to Whitfield's challenge other than to nod slightly and step somewhat further away from Doran, as if not wishing to get caught by any bloodspray. "Indeed, the subject of a home for the refugees is presently under discussion on board the Colonial Vessel 'Galactica'. Shall I forward notification that you would like to add input of your own through our representative?"

Doron shrugged nonchalantly, which was most likely expected though it was better than smiling. Either way it probably wouldn't sit well with any of the delegates for his uncaring attitude. "I suppose the traditional next step would be to accept. Alright then. I accept your request to a Trial of Grievance. Ummm, if this little refugee problem is not settled soon then by all means send a message to the Empire explicitly calling for a time and place. We shall attend to it then."

Master Whitfield barely even acknowledged Doron's reply, except with that same disapproving glare. Instead, his attention turned to matters that were, at the moment, more important. Though Whitfield was none too happy with Daniel at the moment either, Daniel remained the most efficient way for him to meet whomever was responsible for the refugees at the moment. "Master Daniel," he began in a far more neutral tone of voice than he had used to challenge Doron, perhaps indicating that he had accepted Daniel's petition for surkai (which Doron appeared too insincere to have a chance of invoking it, even were he to know about it). "Please introduce me to whomever I need to speak to concerning the matter of the refugees."

Above the White Planet, the very fabric of space-time screamed, the tremendous energies of a Sidejumping vessel radiating outwards as if it were a new sun. It had not been difficult to spot, the initial jump must have been visible in jumpspace across the whole known universe, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that Coreworlds had summoned, and No Endorse must respond, belated as it may be. The tremendous vessel (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/anomaly149/Ship%20Schematics/Ajudicator%20line/upperdiagbehindsexy.png) flared into existence, lowering all offensive weaponry within an instant of the transfer. Massive designs wove their way intricately hither and yon across its graceful form, symbolically worshiping the Forgemaker for what he wrought in the universe.

However, all was not as it seemed. As soon as enough of the hyperspatial energies had dissipated, a fleet of small vessels shot out of the hangar bay and began burrowing their way into one of the port side engine arrays. Slowly, as its glowing form cooled, an extensive scaffolding could be seen around it, almost as if the ship was still being built as it flew....

This is High Admiral Perez of the NES Adjudicator III (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/anomaly149/Ship%20Schematics/Ajudicator%20line/upperdiagbehindsexy.png), No Endorse Strike Fleet Alpha. Please excuse the lateness and the dust, she's a new boat. We thought the change of venue would be fitting for putting the last few finishing touches on her. I have brought the Prime Ministress, Jeniffer Tyne, to come visit. Where should I park this girl and let Miss Tyne off?


ooc: Reason for not noticing this thread: I was working at camp all summer and only back from noon Saturdays to noon Sundays, so I only found out stuff that was going on in MT because of #draftroom. But I'm back, bitches :p and hopefully, I'll be bringing in a refreshed No Endorse. Not really sure what all is going on and where to go, so consider this a HEY Y'ALL, WHERE WE AT?

A reply came to the No Endorse ship.

No Endorse, it is good to hear from you once more. There is much to tell you, although it's likely you've seen this fleet in your sensors. Where to begin...

*Insert story*

And so there we have it, friend. This is all that's left of the Twelve Colonies, as we understand their story. If you would contact Galactica and ask to meet with their President Roslin to arrange assistance and perhaps make a treaty of friendship with them, then it would be a good thing. It'll also take some load off us.

Oh, and welcome to Jurai. Watch out for the Wampas!

Master Whitfield barely even acknowledged Doron's reply, except with that same disapproving glare. Instead, his attention turned to matters that were, at the moment, more important. Though Whitfield was none too happy with Daniel at the moment either, Daniel remained the most efficient way for him to meet whomever was responsible for the refugees at the moment. "Master Daniel," he began in a far more neutral tone of voice than he had used to challenge Doron, perhaps indicating that he had accepted Daniel's petition for surkai (which Doron appeared too insincere to have a chance of invoking it, even were he to know about it). "Please introduce me to whomever I need to speak to concerning the matter of the refugees."
"Very well." I said. "First...I'll contact the Galactica."

"Emperor Masaki to Galactica Actual. I have Jedi Master Jacob Whitfield here who wishes to speak with the President. He will represent another ally of Coreworlds, Evil Woody Thoughts. Please prepare for our arrival."

Colonel Tigh, an old officer of the colonial fleet, rigid and tough, picked up the com.

This is Colonel Tigh, XO of the Battlestar Galactica. You have permission to board the vessel. Marines will be waiting in the starboard flightpod to escort you to the President, and the other representitives in Briefing Room Alpha.

As he hung up the phone, he looked around. "Looks like today is meet the alien day." He slowly reached down to his boot, and pulled out a silver flask. Quickly, he gulped down the sweet Ambrosia. "Ah that hits the spot."

"Secondly, we hijack a shuttle." I said to Master Whitfield. "I still need to teach you to teleport. I'd take you myself, but it'd be quite the power-drainer, even for me."

Putting that idea back into the forefront, I moved swiftly towards the hangar bay with the Jedi Master and hijacked a shuttle using my Commander-in-Chief privileges. In seconds, Master Whitfield and I were in the air and heading towards Galactica's starboard hangar bay. Moments later, we landed and were escorted by the Marines to Briefing Room Alpha.

"Lord Masaki." Admiral Pellaeon snapped a quick salute.

"At ease, Admiral." I saluted back instinctively. I bowed to President Roslin. "Madam President, I am Emperor Daniel Masaki and this is Jedi Master Jacob Whitfield. He wanted to speak with you concerning the matter of the refugees."

*snip snippity*
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*snip snip, snipy*
A snip is as lucky
As lucky can be!

Duly noted. I hope you don't mind if we dial in some help, looks like we'll need it. Inform all in-system ships to brace for more Sidejumpers incoming, sunscreens would be heavily advised. Also, standby for the possibility of calling in additional military assets to provide security. NES Adjudicator III out.

Jessica Tyne and Nikola Perez bent over a large tactical 'map,' pouring over the sensor readings. Each had their own section, examining the damage and forming a list of what looked like it needed doing. "Well, what have we got on board, High Admiral?"

"Please, call me Nikola, and not much. Fortunately, we've got an excessive amount of construction equipment still on board, we can begin shifting assets and start immediate repairs on multiple vessels alongside the completion of this one. We're almost done here too, just a few more armor plates to weave and the removal of the scaffolding to complete, assuming that port engine is okay." He pressed a few buttons, and the sensor screen was replaced by a map of the Inferno. "We have Alpha fleet formations here and here, and there's enough on Haven to let us get some heavy lifting done. There's a few Hospital ships with High Admiral Stryde and the Sanctuary Fleet, but looks like one is in for repairs...."

"Is there a chance they're being followed?" The Prime Ministress looked questioningly at him, manipulating the controls to show a map of Coreworlds.

"If so, these defenses can hold off an excessive amount, and I can scramble all of fleet Alpha if necessary. I just need the word ma'am." He hovered his finger over a red button, waiting for the go-ahead.

"You may use whatever assets necessary to get the job done, you are authorized to use anything we have. I'm going down to meet with the Coredians."

"Yes ma'am, scrambling Alpha now."

This is High Admiral Nikola Perez of the vessel NES Adjudicator III hailing President Roslin on open channel.

It has come to our attention that you need help. Due to the incomplete status of our vessel, we have a large amount of construction equipment on board in addition to our standard loadout. We can transfer as much of that as we can spare over to you, and bring in more from elsewhere. Please respond with what you need, we are preparing a rather large force of relief vessels, but don't know what to bring. Admiral Perez out.

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EDIT: Almost forgot!

Jessica checked her straps, ensuring that every section of her body was totally secured to the shuttle's seats. As an incomplete ship, the Adjudicator III had not yet been detailed a diplomatic shuttle, something she regretted more every second. Squeezing into the drop suit had been a pain, and she imagined it would be best if she didn't try to take it off once on, at least not for a while.

"Are you all strapped in, Miss Tyne?" A helmeted face slid into her own helmet's field of view, adjusting the restraint bar that was lowering over her chest. "How can I not be? I'm a part of the machine at this point."

"Don't worry ma'am, this is all so that if we get dusted, you'll survive. Us pilots have to float in a gel you know." Jessica shuttered as she thought about the yellow substance that shuttle pilots spent their days in. Sure it was old fashioned, but it flash froze in contact with the cold of space, buying precious seconds for the pilots to eject in an emergency. If they didn't eject in time, it would form a cryogenic chamber that could keep them stable for years. She'd have no such luck, in an emergency she'd be hurled out the side of the shuttle towards who knew what, strapped in an impossibly complicated harness.... But hey, it sure beat walking!

One second, she was contemplating humorously about trying to walk in space. The next, an involuntary scream as the vessel accelerated out of the hangar. It felt like a building had landed on her chest, forcing her breath out viciously. And then, nothing, just the easy drifting of space travel. She'd have little time to enjoy it though, as the small craft rapidly entered the atmosphere of Jurai, heading straight for its designated landing zone. Every ounce of weight she had felt backwards she now felt forwards as the craft decelerated violently, jolting towards the ground. No scream this time, but the building was still there, crushing her back.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the shuttle seemed to settle into level, controlled flight, and touched down smoothly. Unhooking one of her arms, she smacked the release plate in the center of the harness, every part coming loose and retracting out of her way. "Pleasant trip, Miss Tyne?" The helmeted figure was back. "I want the designer of this thing shot." "That would be Doctor Firenza, she might take some offense to that." Jessica smirked. It was true, Elizabeth might....

She paused for a moment on her way out of the shuttle, examining her reflection in the polished bulkhead. These drop suits might not be made for curves, but I make this look damn fine if I do say so myself.... She popped her helmet off and strode down the ramp, looking for someone official to request a nicer return shuttle from.

ooc: apologies for quality, I'm rather rusty....

"Secondly, we hijack a shuttle." I said to Master Whitfield. "I still need to teach you to teleport. I'd take you myself, but it'd be quite the power-drainer, even for me."

"And I still need to teach you how to use heat to manipulate thunderstorms. Thank you for the reminder," Master Whitfield replied before he was whisked away to the shuttle.

Putting that idea back into the forefront, I moved swiftly towards the hangar bay with the Jedi Master and hijacked a shuttle using my Commander-in-Chief privileges. In seconds, Master Whitfield and I were in the air and heading towards Galactica's starboard hangar bay. Moments later, we landed and were escorted by the Marines to Briefing Room Alpha.

"Lord Masaki." Admiral Pellaeon snapped a quick salute.

"At ease, Admiral." I saluted back instinctively. I bowed to President Roslin. "Madam President, I am Emperor Daniel Masaki and this is Jedi Master Jacob Whitfield. He wanted to speak with you concerning the matter of the refugees."

"It is my pleasure to meet you, President Roslin." The former Prime Minister of Evil Woody Thoughts bowed as he spoke. "It is my understanding that you have about..." the eighty-something-year-old Jedi paused for a minute, unsure of the exact number, having just been appraised of the situation a few moments ago... "six million? refugees. I was the Prime Minister of Evil Woody Thoughts not a year ago, and now I am their ambassador to CoreWorlds. It also happens that we have recently gone through a bloody civil war of our own, that, tragic as it was, made Evil Woody Thoughts extremely receptive to refugees. We have a surplus of permanent housing--not tents, mind you, but houses, apartments and condos--of approximately a hundred fifty million units, all a bit less than seven hundred light-years from Sol, a shortage of labor so severe that our economy can absorb six million workers and provide them all with gainful and well-paid employment in less than one standard month, defense, and perhaps most importantly of all, an understanding populace with memories of getting displaced by war fresh in their minds. If your people seek a mass asylum, they need only ask."

As Daniel and Whitfield entered the room, President Roslynn held her hand out to them, and shook it. Admiral Adama waited, to give her the floor, to allow the secretary of education to slowly become the woman she needed to be, the President. Admiral Adama, in turn saluted the Emperor of the Coreworlds, and his friend the Jedi master.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Emperor Daniel and Mr. Whietfield.” she said as Adama sat back down, with several maps of the colonies laid out on the table.

“If you are going to send a cloaked fleet into the system to ascertain the strength and size of the Imperial fleet, you should bring your ships here, near Tauron. As of our last maps, there is a concentration of colonial battlestars here and here, as well as the FTLi field the empire is so fond of using. From here, using your sensors, and the distance it is from the core colonies, you should have little trouble in discovering the fate of the embassy, as well as getting valuable information to begin a rescue operation of the colonies as a whole.

The admiral then flips the map to Kobal. “This is our last known stronghold. Here, we can send in a team of Stealthstars, as well as more of your cloaked fleet. “However you can bet a months salary that the empire does know we will be here, and has probably already attacked. Especially if Admiral Cain allies with them.”

As Mr. Whitfield began to offer his assistance, the President’s eyes lite up. Defense, homes, jobs, and a place to meet the lost colony of Kobal. It was almost a dream come true. President Roslynn smiled, although she looked to be uncomfortable, as if she has a slight pain. Mr. Whietfield, she replied, I would like to take you on your offer temporarily. If we are to flourish we will need a permanent settlement of our own, but until such time as the settlements of our own are fully constructed, I would appreciate it if we can take you up on your offer.” she said smiling.

Juvi looked over at Roslin from the table. She felt sympathy for Roslin, not long ago her people was in the same situation. Now relocated Ganoxa began to flourish once again rebuilding her fleet and adjusting to their new home maybe permanent. Memories of the evacuation began to flow through her head. If it were not for the Balroggans they would have never reached their. Now the Colonies share the same fate as them. At least we have common ground, she thought.

She saw Crimson come over and sat next to her. He looked at her and said, "Whats wrong?"

"Hm? Oh nothing."

"So hows this going?" Crimson said pointing at the laptop screen.

"Still working on the embassy listings."

"So how was it over there?"

"Eh. Got cut short."

"Oh." she smiled.

Meanwhile on the Respite.

"Get me a channel with the Colonials."

"Yes sir. Hailing Colonial starship Galactica. What message should I send sir."

"This is the GAS Respite. We have treated the first wave of your people on board our ship. We recommend that you send shuttles to pick up your treated and sadly to say, the dead. We are able to receive more patients after this pick up."

As Daniel and Whitfield entered the room, President Roslynn held her hand out to them, and shook it. Admiral Adama waited, to give her the floor, to allow the secretary of education to slowly become the woman she needed to be, the President. Admiral Adama, in turn saluted the Emperor of the Coreworlds, and his friend the Jedi master.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Emperor Daniel and Mr. Whitfield.” she said as Adama sat back down, with several maps of the colonies laid out on the table.

“If you are going to send a cloaked fleet into the system to ascertain the strength and size of the Imperial fleet, you should bring your ships here, near Tauron. As of our last maps, there is a concentration of colonial battlestars here and here, as well as the FTLi field the empire is so fond of using. From here, using your sensors, and the distance it is from the core colonies, you should have little trouble in discovering the fate of the embassy, as well as getting valuable information to begin a rescue operation of the colonies as a whole.

The admiral then flips the map to Kobal. “This is our last known stronghold. Here, we can send in a team of Stealthstars, as well as more of your cloaked fleet. “However you can bet a months salary that the empire does know we will be here, and has probably already attacked. Especially if Admiral Cain allies with them.”

As Mr. Whitfield began to offer his assistance, the President’s eyes lite up. Defense, homes, jobs, and a place to meet the lost colony of Kobal. It was almost a dream come true. President Roslynn smiled, although she looked to be uncomfortable, as if she has a slight pain. Mr. Whitfield, she replied, I would like to take you on your offer temporarily. If we are to flourish we will need a permanent settlement of our own, but until such time as the settlements of our own are fully constructed, I would appreciate it if we can take you up on your offer.” she said smiling.

OOC: Sorry if this seems rambling. It goes somewhere.

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If you wish to bring your civilization into the stars, you have to realize one thing. Do not do things that make you rushed. We are ready to assist you in every conceivable way.

The words (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8317917&postcount=121) of one Aleaic Kerensky, spoken some forty years ago to the Woodian Parliament with then-Prime Minister Whitfield presiding, reverberated through the Jedi Council Member's head.

..but it is because of that assistance, that we hold one of our tenants very dear. The ability to teach that which we have been given as well.

In fact, it is.... a requirement.......”

Master Whitfield remembered this day forty years ago as if it was yesterday. As Prime Minister, he too had seen the lands of his country denuded, not by marauding stormtroopers and Star Destroyer bombardments, but by worldwide economic neglect that transformed mild lands well suited to Mediterranean-style agriculture into boreal climate in the space of a few short years...

Ah, yes. The day when one particular MP accused the prospective benefactor of Evil Woody Thoughts of attempting to bribe Whitfield into accepting this "help," which was sure to be a backstab, an unacceptable incursion into Woodian sovereignty. How could anyone so shamed as Whitfield was at that moment forget that? Apparently that MP had missed the requirement that drove the Gaians to give so much technology, so many resources, hell, multiple star systems (to this day, only one of which Evil Woody Thoughts had exercised claim to)...

The Gaian Ascendancy, forty years ago, had given unto the Woodians the oppurtunity given them centuries before. Their leader, Lord Aleaic Kerensky, had made it clear that such help was given not to subvert Evil Woody Thoughts as nationalists believed, but because they had considered such help a sacred oath that they needed to hold fulfilled.

In front of Master Whitfield stood the wearied leader of a depressed and shattered nation. The above flashback pierced his mind, all in the span of less than a second.

Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, the Jedi Master almost seemed to collapse to the floor as he bowed so low to President Roslynn that his nose touched the floor so quickly that a blink of an eye might have missed it. He left President Roslynn, and the others in the room, to wonder why for a full fifteen seconds, maintaining the uncomfortable position of kowtow without a second thought.

"O President Roslynn." His voice came out surprisingly dry, as if he was apologizing for murdering an entire family except for the lone survivor to whom he would now apologize, but it came out nonetheless. "Forty years ago, before we knew of CoreWorlds of this galaxy, we required much the same assistance that you do now. I will not burden you with the circumstances, save that our citizens will happily share them with you. Suffice it to say that a benefactor nation came forward, and assisted us as we required, even whilst we accused them of plotting to subvert us, because they had a sacred oath they were required to fulfill: that they would give of themselves what was given to you. The nation of Evil Woody Thoughts will gladly and without reservation hold that oath fulfilled as soon as she is alerted. Please allow fifteen minutes for transmission to be made, three hours for the Woodian Navy to arrive to transport the refugees to their new, if temporary, home, time for said reloading, and two and a half hours for return trip. We will wish to transport you in our vessels to avoid the possible pitfalls of Empire tracking devices...after we sweep your craft of them we will transport them and return them to you."

Then came the audacious part. "I apologize for the wait."

Meanwhile on the Respite, a concerned look was shown on Lieutenant Solidor's face. He was in charge of fighter maintenance and control.

"Commander Davis, our fighters are running out of fuel. Unless we clear the hangar bay we cannot refuel them."

"Maybe the Cordians can give our fighter forces a landing strip. Then we can send down a tanker to refuel them. Will they make it?"

"They should be able to do that yes. Shall I give the order?"

"Not yet. Relay a message to the Cordians."

"This is Commander Davis of the Respite. Our fighter forces cannot return to the ship's hangars with refugees coming in constantly. With your permission will you allow them to land on the surface to await a refuel tanker. A temporary base."

"This is Commander Davis of the Respite. Our fighter forces cannot return to the ship's hangars with refugees coming in constantly. With your permission will you allow them to land on the surface to await a refuel tanker. A temporary base."

A message was replied.

"No problem. Just use our Temple landing strip. Careful, though. We're working on de-icing it, but it's taking a while. Damned freezing weather."

A landing transmission came forth to allow the pilots to land.

Meanwhile, I was shocked to see the Prime Minister actually kowtow before the Colonial President. Then...his words had so much merit that we Coredians would wonder how have we fallen by the wayside so. "Master Whitfield..."

"Yes?" Master Whitfield asked, finally getting up if only to speak to Daniel, not really knowing what to expect...

"Thank you." I simply said. "In more ways than one."

The fighters landed at the specified coordinates being taxied into the hangars. Some of them were almost at the bare minimum. "We have confirmation of the fighters landing. Shall I give the order for the tanker?"

"Yes."

'Copy that. Tanker 1 you have a go for take off."

The tanker flew out of the hangar bay and headed down towards the planet's surface.

The New Alliance Rises (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GM20zZM-TqE)

The room went silent, except for the hum of the life support systems, and the florecent lights, as the Jedi master made his offer. The thirteenth colony had been found, the long lost cousins of the Colonies of Kobal.

If that was not enough of a shock, they offered homes, food, jobs, security and defense, as if they knew the other twelve colonies well, as if they had never lost contact. How can you refuse family, even family that had been lost for over four thousand years.

No one was more stunned than the president. Within twelve hours, the colonies could go to their new homes, to see the fabled earth in the night sky, to meet with those that had long since left the colonies, left Kobal, left their family.

Roslynn listened to Whitfield, his words sounding true, as he wanted to be certain of the safety and security of the Colonies, and his homeland. He wanted to be certain that his own homeland was secure. No one could deny him that.

Roslin looked to Whietfield, I accept your offer and your conditions. The top priority of this administration is to it’s people, and their welfare.

Adama looked stunned. She had not known these people for long, and yet she was accepting on blind faith that they would keep their words. The Abh promised, a lot of things, and yet they failed at everything they said. He would not chance it again.

Adama began to speak. “You may search our ships, but you will have an escort with you at all times, for your own safety. You do not know what our tech is, and we do not want you to accidently set of a nuke.” he replied, his words a thinly veiled notion that he was not trusting the Woodian’s completely yet.

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Shuttles began to depart, heading for the Ganoxian vessels. They had on board the precious cargo of Colonial lives. They had done wonders for the colonies, aiding in a way that few species would. Their help was appreciated beyond words. The shuttles began to cross back and forth, ferrying all souls, the living first, then the dead.

"The restriction is acknowledged, Admiral Adama." The elder Jedi bowed to him, and bid both of them adieu, before turning to Daniel.

"Oh, and the colonists might find the Woodian public access channel interesting in the next few hours...please ensure they have a chance to view it," he added, before leaving to make the transmission through the Woodian embassy.

Jedi Temple Communications Center, Temple City, Jurai

It was a long yet exciting day for Captain Harrison Siler, the guy responsible for making sure all communications going to and from Jurai was recieved and sent to the proper people. It was one such communique that caught his eye and was about to be put in the queue when he noticed the Priority One status of the message. He decrypted it, uncompressed it. Decrypted again and uncompressed it one last time. Once decrypted, the young man gasped and immediately contacted the Battlestar Galactica. Masaki, Roslin, everyone on that ship needed to know about this!

"Galactica Actual. This is the Jedi Temple Communications Center. I have a priority one message from Caprica City. It's from the Coredian Embassy, sir. I believe everyone on your ship should know this, especially the Emperor."

He then played the message.

"My Lord Masaki. Master Elendil. Hokage Tsunade, King Sarinon and all the rest of the High Council. I regret to inform you that the Empire has conquered the Twelve Colonies of Kobol through treachery and deceit. The Coredian Embassy's shields has been breached and it is very likely that the refugees and the embassy staff will be dead soon. Therefore, I shall make my last statement, my last report to the Council. It is all too clear now that Admiral Cain has joined forces with the Empire, for I have seen that her forces has joined with the Imperial and Chronosian troops to finish off the rebellion. It is also clear now that once Admiral Cain and her cohorts has wiped out the last of the resistance, they will come for the remnant of the Colonies and may very well decide to strike at Jurai in the process. I would recommend taking all necessary precautions."

An explosion shook the embassy walls and distant shouting could be heard. Ambassador Halson's memories came to the fore and he blinked away tears.

"My wife Jasmine, everything I own is yours now. You will find the formal will in a safe deposit box in the bank, in my name. My son T.J., I am sorry that I will no longer be able to teach you everything I know. I am proud to be your father, proud to see you graduate from the School of Diplomacy. I know you will do well in your career. My daughter Erica, I know you will find a good husband. Do not settle for second best, nor shall you fret. Young Henry, I know we don't see eye to eye, but I am understanding of the path you have chosen and am proud to have a son such as you. Live well, sport."

"My family and my Council, it is time. May the Force be with You." Ambassador Halson finished.

After Roslyn accepted Whitfield's offer, General Arcturus made a throat-clearing noise and stepped forward slightly.

"We also have agents in Woodian Territory assisting in rebuilding efforts still underway. Our offer of whatever assistance you require still stands, and your acceptance of the Woodians' hospitality will give us time to survey systems even more difficult to 'spot' than the ones we presented earlier."

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Eventually the priority-one-message was announced and played, and Arcturus' response was subdued.

"No need for the Envoy then... Madam President, Admiral Adama... perhaps you might answer a question or several for me? System defense is my jurisdiction around here, and I aim to keep the peace."

After some rest, waiting for the refueling process to finish, the Ganoxian pilot began to climb back into their fighters (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/FighterAtmos.jpg) and fighter/bombers (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/GanoxanBomber.jpg).

They began to taxi onto the runway and accelerated one by one into the atmosphere retracting their landing gear. Soon they would make space orbit and resume patrols until the next refuel time.

Crimson watch from the window as the fighters flew back up into the atmosphere. Quite a sight, he thought.

Jedi Temple Communications Center, Temple City, Jurai

It was a long yet exciting day for Captain Harrison Siler, the guy responsible for making sure all communications going to and from Jurai was recieved and sent to the proper people. It was one such communique that caught his eye and was about to be put in the queue when he noticed the Priority One status of the message. He decrypted it, uncompressed it. Decrypted again and uncompressed it one last time. Once decrypted, the young man gasped and immediately contacted the Battlestar Galactica. Masaki, Roslin, everyone on that ship needed to know about this!

He then played the message.

If everyone on that ship needed to know about this, then everyone on that ship was made aware of it. It was most likely called a public address system.

How Master Whitfield heard about it did not matter. What mattered was that an attack on Jurai was now anticipated. Which meant getting refugees out before said attack a matter of utmost importance.

Taking a shuttle planetside would take too much damn time. Therefore, instead of taking said shuttle, the Master pulled his influence to bounce a warning from said ship to the Woodian embassy, where the short message advising Parliament, and the military, of the situation found its way to the hyperpulse generator on said embassy grounds. The HPG was crucial: if it came from the HPG, it was serious business. Otherwise, it was most likely commercial crud, or the latest act of the royal family, or stock quotes for the day.

The content of the message was sufficient to make darn near the entire Woodian Navy jump into hyperspace. Planetary turrets (spread in a deadly interlocking grid between the planet and several moons) and ground defense could slow any invasion long enough for the Navy to return if need be. This was expected to be around seven hours round trip...

Meanwhile, Prime Minister Alexis Elleayovskii read the transmission...

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"Send the Woodian Navy to evacuate the refugees," Alexis almost whispered to her chief of staff.

"They have already jumped...Madame." The chief of staff looked at the floor as he replied.

The air in the backrooms of the Parliament Building felt heavy. Limbs became lead bolts to the floor. The law book that Prime Minister Elleayovskii had been reading only a moment before slipped through her fingers, its hardbound cover cracking at the spine as it crashed into the marble floor, sending pages all over the place...

...but it is because of that assistance, that we hold one of our tenets very dear. The ability to teach that which we have been given as well.

In fact, it is.... a requirement.......

Alexis had not been in Parliament when those words were spoken. Yet they were sacred. She had watched the holovid recordings of that Parliament session many times, the Parliament session where Evil Woody Thoughts bit the bullet and voted to accept assistance in becoming an interstellar nation. The session over which her predecessor, now Jedi Council Member Jacob Whitfield, had presided.

Her lips moved to mouth the sacred words. Out came something below a whisper. "...but it is because of that assistance, that we hold one of our tenets very dear. The ability to teach that which we have been given as well.

In fact, it is.... a requirement......."

Her voice trailed off; she became a bit dizzy as the enormity of the words struck her. Her mind raced through flashbacks, of watching the holovids, of the civil war fought barely a year ago, of the parting advice that Whitfield had given her. You will soon learn stewardship of others... Whitfield's words flashed through her mind briefly before her thoughts reverted to Teh Oath. Not the oath of office...but simply...Teh Oath.

"Let us now hold Teh Oath fulfilled..." her voice came out wispy, as if she was an angel in her own dream. "Convene the Parliament..."

"Yes, My Lady," the chief of staff replied, executing a rare kowtow in the process.

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Ten minutes later

Speculation about Teh Oath ran rampant throughout the Chamber of Parliament, the echoes of the MPs' hushed whispers bouncing off the walls. Of course, TV networks everywhere in Evil Woody Thoughts interrupted their regularly scheduled programming to bring this important breaking news that Parliament had been called into special session concerning Teh Oath. It helped, furthermore, that far more than a quorum of its members (in fact, about ninety percent of them) had been in easily accessible committee meetings ten minutes earlier when the order to convene came down. There were some things that were simply the will of the Force, and this happened to look like one of them.

The Prime Minister banged her gavel to call to order, and immediately the chamber fell dead silent. No MP would be caught dead talking at a time like this.

Alexis Elleayovskii, though she by now looked like she had regained her composure, uttered the sacred words first in her native Russian, then translating them into Basic. When she spoke them in Basic, were it possible, the chamber became even quieter.

"...but it is because of that assistance, that we hold one of our tenets very dear. The ability to teach that which we have been given as well.

In fact, it is.... a requirement......."

Even the news media, talking-head pundits included, remained quiet. Alexis allowed a moment for those present to absorb the shock of the sacred words. Then her voice filled the chamber once more.

"The time is upon us. The time whereupon we must do for others what Lord Aleaic Kerensky offered up to us. Let us hold Teh Oath fulfilled."

Parliament ratified the mass asylum for the inbound refugees immediately. It took them less than an hour to approve a national Treasury bond issue, totaling 150 billion standard credits, or twenty-five thousand credits per each expected refugee, to finance assistance in getting them settled, in light of the unexpected costs of repairs to the Immortal-II and reserve funds finding their way, ironically, servicing debt taken on to recover from the previous civil war earlier than normally required.

The nation, of course, was watching. The bonds sold out less than fifteen minutes after the Central Bank of Evil Woody Thoughts auctioned them. They managed to find their way into the portfolios of some three hundred million investors.

All of this, of course, was also broadcast live on the Woodian networks to Jurai. And the fundraising preceded the arrival of the Woodian Navy.

But arrive over Jurai to take on the refugees the Woodian Navy did, led by none other than Admiral Michael C. Makaryk...

"The restriction is acknowledged, Admiral Adama." The elder Jedi bowed to him, and bid both of them adieu, before turning to Daniel.

"Oh, and the colonists might find the Woodian public access channel interesting in the next few hours...please ensure they have a chance to view it," he added, before leaving to make the transmission through the Woodian embassy.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure the Colonials get the channel...for free." I smiled, but it quickly disappeared when the message from Caprica was relayed over the PA channel.

"Damn them..." I cursed. "Damn them all."

Meanwhile, it didn't require a message from the Emperor to allow the Colonials to view the Woodian PA channels, for the holonetworks have done it for him, blaring on open comms the speeches and results of the Woodian parliament. The Colonials now learned that they have a staunch ally against the Empire, and a powerful ally it will be...

The room fell silent, as the television screens turned on. An middle aged woman stepped up to a podium, he was confident, strong, and charismatic. As she began to speak, she spoke plainly, of misfortune and oaths. She spoke with a sympathetic tone, as a woman who had lived through the horrors he had described, and wished to do all he could do to save the people in the stars.

President Roslin, along side her the new Admiral of the Fleet Adama watched the precession. It was truly awe inspiring. Four thousand years had passed since the thirteenth colony left Kobal. Four thousand years the people of Earth and the colonies had lost contact. Yet here the people of Earth stood, united to help their brothers and sisters in the stars.

After the speech, the audience could be heard cheering, delighted with the Prime Minister. The reaction in the briefing room was much the same.

President Roslin smiled, “Thank you, gods know I can never express how much this means to us. You are a good friend to have, Mr. Whitfield. We will never forget your generosity.”

As Roslin smiled, and thanked Whitfield, a speaker blared “Admiral Adama please contact the CIC, Admiral Adama please contact the CIC.

Adama walked over, and grabbed an old fashioned corded phone of the wall.

“This is the Admiral.”

“I will inform the president, thank you.”

He looks to the room, “It would appear the Woodian Navy is here.”

OOC: I know I'm late, but well, here I am. For those who don't know me, I'm new to the NS-Forums (although not to RPing per se), and I'm a friend of Asfaltum (he introduced me to NS and filled me in on the political system...) Anyway, I'm against the GE, and thus I assume I'm part of the good guys... and thus my representative should be present at this meeting...

IC:
In the back lines of the meeting, quietly trying to keep a low profile (like a clown in a parlament assembly...) was a rather tall, big, strong (and furry) Pandaren Brewmaster, wearing a blue kimono with golden ornaments, the royal colours of Pandaria. He had been quietly munching on something, but now he stepped forward. "May I offer my aid to anyone at this meeting? I realize my nation may be somewhat new in these circles, but if there is any need for material assistance, we'd be most willing to help out in any way we can...

Lady Katrina Masaki noticed the newcomer ("Where the heck did he come from and why hasn't anybody noticed a sentient panda before?") and sauntered over to him. She checked the manifest and noticed a tiny footnote. "Never heard of you or your nation before. Would you care to tell me a little bit about you?"

ooc: @ CW and Osiris/Ariel
Sorreh if you've responded and I've missed it, I just can't find replies.
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13003878&postcount=262

OOC: so sorry no endorse I somehow missed it. I will post as soon as I have time for you.

Lady Katrina Masaki noticed the newcomer ("Where the heck did he come from and why hasn't anybody noticed a sentient panda before?") and sauntered over to him. She checked the manifest and noticed a tiny footnote. "Never heard of you or your nation before. Would you care to tell me a little bit about you?"

OOC: When it comes to physiology, here are a couple of links that should give you a concept of what a Pandaren can look like...
http://www.blizzard.com/inblizz/fanart/images/screens/ss028.jpg
http://www.animecamp.com/sip/avatar_pandaren.jpg
http://rsrc.jeuxmac.com/articles/2002-04/screens/585.jpg

IC:
"Well, hrm, my name is Lee Storm-Stout and as for my race, well, I hail from the secretive Pandaren Empire. Some of us mighty brewmasters travel the world in search of exotic ales and the finest brewed spirits. We, who are sometimes considered affable warriors, rarely seek out danger or trouble, preferring instead to spend our time concocting new and tasty beverages for anyone brave (or crazy) enough to imbibe them. However, if attacked, we laughing brewmasters bring all of our pandaren agility, ferocity and strength to bear on our enemies! We are what you might call ferocious warriors and world class drinkers all in one! As for the location of out homeworld and details about it, well, these are rather classified... anything else you wish to know, o noble lady?"

"Yes. What is your relationship with the Empire and what would you bring to the table so to speak if you are against its ideals? Forgive me for the questions, but I must be sure that you would be a worthy ally." Katrina smiled.

The room fell silent, as the television screens turned on. An middle aged woman stepped up to a podium, he was confident, strong, and charismatic. As she began to speak, she spoke plainly, of misfortune and oaths. She spoke with a sympathetic tone, as a woman who had lived through the horrors he had described, and wished to do all he could do to save the people in the stars.

President Roslin, along side her the new Admiral of the Fleet Adama watched the precession. It was truly awe inspiring. Four thousand years had passed since the thirteenth colony left Kobal. Four thousand years the people of Earth and the colonies had lost contact. Yet here the people of Earth stood, united to help their brothers and sisters in the stars.

After the speech, the audience could be heard cheering, delighted with the Prime Minister. The reaction in the briefing room was much the same.

President Roslin smiled, “Thank you, gods know I can never express how much this means to us. You are a good friend to have, Mr. Whitfield. We will never forget your generosity.”

As Roslin smiled, and thanked Whitfield, a speaker blared “Admiral Adama please contact the CIC, Admiral Adama please contact the CIC.

Adama walked over, and grabbed an old fashioned corded phone of the wall.

“This is the Admiral.”

“I will inform the president, thank you.”

He looks to the room, “It would appear the Woodian Navy is here.”

OOC: Sorry for my thread neglect. Last night I was busy with another online game...where I was in front of this darn thing from six in the evening to two in the morning fighting the most epic real-time battle of my life. :D

Now, on to business...

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Indeed, the Woodian Navy was here. All of it. Though the colonists probably wouldn't think so by the number of ships the Woodians brought.

Two Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyers, modified slightly to be equipped with the more-demanding-than-usual-turbolasers weapons systems employed by the Woodian Navy, most notably having a couple hundred turbolaser and ion cannon emplacements removed in favor of the particle projector cannon, something the Colonials had never seen and something the Coredians had first seen in combat during the ruinous Woodian Civil War little more than a year ago. Those super-capital ships also had been equipped with about twenty Gauss rifles each...

The seven-kilometer-long Megodolon, Huntaerian Towerless Super Star Destroyer, disabled, taken as isorla (spoils of war) during the Battle of Konoha, re-assembled, repaired, and refitted.

Twelve first-generation Immortal Star Destroyers. A pity that the second generation prototype managed to overload what was to be its most deadly weapon, necessitating time-consuming repairs. Nevertheless, the first generation already had developed quite a reputation. If ever Coredians had divulged their experiences with Immortals to the Colonials in whatever casual conversation came up, said colonials knew that having twelve of them right there was a Very Good Thing.

Thirty-six Knossos destroyers, some of which had been built only a month ago, replacements for ships destroyed in the ruinous civil war, to provide point defense support, mainly, and capital support as the tactical situation allowed.

There were also a few ships the Colonials couldn't see. At least right away. Ten Scimtar-class Romulan-built Warbirds, procured off a black market somewhere. The Woodian Navy had procured them strictly to reverse-engineer their cloaks, but having done that (the cloak prototype, after all did work on the second-gen Immortal prototype on which it was tested), the Woodian Navy had found...other uses...for them.

At any rate, Admiral Michael C. Makaryk made it perfectly clear that he would suffer no delays. The time for compassion was later, in hyperspace; the time for action was now. "Immediately transfer the refugees to the two Sovereigns, and to the Immortals, one at a time, if overflow capacity be necessary," he ordered, to no one in particular, glaring at everyone on the bridge of the Immortal he happened to be on. "I will suffer no delay, for it is only a matter of time before the vultures follow the Empire's prey."

The comm officer let it be known in his transmission to the Coredian and Woodian fleets that the commanding Woodian admiral had no patience for bureaucratic stunts when he had refugees to evacuate before anyone else had ideas about the refugees coming to Jurai...

OOC2: Sorry for crap post. 4 am when I finally made myself finish it.

"Yes. What is your relationship with the Empire and what would you bring to the table so to speak if you are against its ideals? Forgive me for the questions, but I must be sure that you would be a worthy ally." Katrina smiled.

"Ah, yes... details..." Lee smiled a gentle smile back at Katrina, perhaps a reassuring smile for someone talking to a sentient bear 8 times their size and body mass. Luckily Pandaren had a keen sense of humour, and thus Lee didn't have any intention to get upset over what seemed to be a rather strange way to evaluate the worth of an alliance. "Well, we may not be a large Empire, we only have 3 systems under our control, and we may not have a large fleet, it numbers roughly 600 ships, but then our race has always preferred quality instead of quantity... when it comes to our relationship with the Empire, we have none. We have nonetheless heard of it's agenda, and have thus launched a massive intelligence operation to collect facts of importance, so that should we ever be confronted by them, we will be prepared. Now, I believe you mentioned an alliance. Rest assured that while we are small, we do not need to join any alliance, not only because the location of our planet is utterly secret, but we are also rather capable of utilizing destructive weaponry, so that should the Empire find us and attack us, we will retaliate by immediately vapourizing several planets belonging to members of the so-called Galactic Empire, along with billions of inhabitants. Don't get me wrong, we dread the day we are forced to do this and hope it will never arrive, we are peaceful and wish noone harm. This, in fact, is the reason why I, as an envoy of the Emperor of Pandaria himself, have been sent here. In order to offer aid to any other nation which seeks to bring peace to the galaxy. Should the entering of an alliance proove necessary, we will consider such actions, but until then, our only wish is to offer our aid to anyone who is suffering at the hands of the Empire. Military, technological, economic, or whatever aid will be needed, we are willing to assist with what we can. Should someone want to trade technologies, we are willing to do that too, as we are always looking for new interesting things..." Lee concluded with his bear-smile.

"Interesting. Although we as an alliance abhor the thought of planetary destruction -the Empire liberally uses it on recalicrant planets- I can see that you have potential. I would say that we already have the first test of the Alliance right above our heads, with six million refugees of civil war to care for. It seems that the Twelve Colonies of Kobol have come under attack by the Empire and has come to us, the Alliance, for help. Nevertheless, I do thank you for coming as we all need the help we can get to one day excise the Empire from the Galaxy."

"Interesting. Although we as an alliance abhor the thought of planetary destruction -the Empire liberally uses it on recalicrant planets- I can see that you have potential. I would say that we already have the first test of the Alliance right above our heads, with six million refugees of civil war to care for. It seems that the Twelve Colonies of Kobol have come under attack by the Empire and has come to us, the Alliance, for help. Nevertheless, I do thank you for coming as we all need the help we can get to one day excise the Empire from the Galaxy."

"Ah, I see..." Lee thought for a while. "Well, the colony in our second system is rather empty..." he continued to think, then turned to Lady Katrina. "Tell you what. I can go back to my ship, and send for a detachment of ships, a few carriers as well, and then we can ferry all six million refugees to one of my Empire's colonies. It's a planet with lush vegetation, and they will very soon be provided with all they may need..." he noted that lady Masaki seemed a little thoughtful, and decided that maybe she wasn't thinking about what he had told her. "Also," he continued, "you may already have noticed that I am what someone from your planet would call a "force-user". Maybe that's what was making you feel strange? The fact is, everyone from my species is born with certain powers, telecinetical and psionic ones, and is rigorously taught to use them in every way possible. We also are acquainted with numerous beverages which can highten your powers, but I guess you Jedies would scoff at the thought of getting drunk before a big fight... Either way, we go through enourmous amounts of training from a very young age, and are in some parts considered to be among the best fighters in the galaxy, although I myself believe that is an exaggeration... so should you in the near furture decide to strike back at the empire, we would be most willing to send a small task-force." He grabbed a medaljon which was hanging from his necklace and scrutinized it intently. "Now if you would excuse me, I'm late for a rather important military excercise, so I'll be heading back to my ship. If you accept my offer for taking care of the refugees, or wish to send an ambassador to my Empire, you can send them ahead of me to my ship. I will recieve them there... until the next time we meet, all the best to you and your allies." Lee Storm-Stout bowed, and was off down the hallway, his blue kimono swaying gently around his enourmous figure.

OOC: I'm off for the weekend, I'll respond on monday. If you guys are planning on starting another interesting thread, like Othodox Gnosticism keeps telling me, then you're welcome to send me an invite... =)

War loomed over the horizon, as the confusion of the mass exodus ensued. People stood in lines, the injured first, as the shuttles to the Woodian vessels approached to take on board the precious cargo, human lives.

Many stood in the lines, not knowing where they were going, if they should go, or what would be come of them. Fear enveloped the crews of the civilian vessels. Still they stood, waiting their cousins from the stars to come, and take them to their new home. A home very close to the fabled earth.

It would take hours, or days, for the civilians alone to be transported. But they knew they had no other choice. Their homes were gone, blown away in the violent civil war. They had no where else to turn, no one else who would take them in. They sat idle, as they awaited their chance to their new lives, their freedom, to White Diamond.

The Woodian Crews, working along with the Colonial Navy, were very efficient, but even the most efficient militaries, with the best planning would take days to move 6 million civilians, let alone the crews of the Warships in orbit. Even though, the transfer was beginning without a hitch.

OOC: sorry for the bad post, but this week has been very busy and I do not want to hold anyone up.

As the Woodians helped, so did the Coredians. Finally relieved that help had come, the Coredian Interstellar Defense Force commandeered four Mon Calamari-style Coredian Star Cruisers from the Coredian merchant marines, each one with a capacity of ten thousand plus, for the use of taking the refugees to White Diamond. Shuttles, freighters, even family craft were utilized for this purpose. Even with the Sovereign Super Star Destroyers, with crew compliments of around 100,000 give or take (according to the manufacturers of the Duel of the Fates), it would take a good amount of time for all the refugees to get to safety. Experts on HNN News Network extrapolate that it'd take at least seven or eight trips to get all the people to safety, judging by the ships available. Seven to eight trips at several hours per trip. It would take a prayer to hope the Empire won't come calling during that time.

Meanwhile, another, less noticable mission was about to begin. A Shinobi-class Battlecruiser was ready to make its move for the planet known as Kobol. Dicerning whether the Empire has gotten there yet was an important mission for this ship, named Ino-Shika-Cho after a move in the game Go as well as one of the deadliest ninja teams in the nation. As soon as it gets the word, the battlecruiser will be sent off and report back as soon as it could...

Shuttles were too slow for mass transport like this, and Admiral Makaryk knew it. He had a little surprise for the refugees: transporters. Even as several Immortal Star Destroyers positioned themselves over refugee ships to open up airlocks for easier transfers, Admiral Makaryk hailed Admiral Adama with an unusual request. "I would strongly advise you to announce over your fleet's public address system that refugees can expect to be teleported aboard our ships. Yes, that is correct, teleported. The threat of attack leaves insufficient time for slower methods of transfer."

Meanwhile, the Admiral realized that, unfortunately, it would require just about the entire navy to evacuate them in a reasonably speedy manner, as the bridge of his own ship filled with confused refugees seeming to come from nowhere, as the bulk transporters had their effect. Wishing to leave something for the defense of Jurai other than the few cloaked Warbirds (generally unsuitable for mass-evacuation type missions), he sent another transmission, this one with Emperor Masaki's name on it.

"We are going to need to free up space, and we wish to get everyone out in one jump given the circumstances. However, we also need to balance this with impending defense needs. Deploying ground forces can both free up space and make any planetary invasion on the Empire's part far more difficult. We request permission to deploy both of the Regimental Combat Teams we brought along with us to assist in the defense of Jurai."

Damn. There's another thing we need to think about: transporter tech. The Wormhole Network's good, but isn't enough for something like this, and definitely can't be ship-mounted. I thought and made a mental note to kick R&D in the backside about it. In the meantime, I replied to the Admiral while looking out at the planet, noticing a storm developing over the northern hemisphere. "Permission granted, Admiral. There appears to be a blizzard erupting on the planet now, so advise your units to take care."

"I also need to unload the ground detachment off my ship to make room for more shuttles to evac the civilians onboard as well as the fighter squadron. After the civilians are off the ship we will return to New Ganoxa to report on the situation. Shuttles with the ground detachment is already en route and the fighters are ordered to stay grounded on next refuel unless needed by your forces. I'll leave Major Jarvis in charge." Commander Davis added.

Davis looked over to one of his subordinates in the bridge. "53% of the civilians have been evacuated. AS shuttles have departed the hangar and now heading towards the temple airstrip."

Davis nodded, "Once the civilians are off prepare to jump to home."

"Yes, sir."

Katrina waited in line, on the Starliner Atlas. The ship was sleek, reserved for the finest individuals. The ship was covered in decadence. White Marble pilliars adorned the great hall, where dinners were served, the finest beverages that could be served in space was also here. Like her sister ship cloud nine, the ship housed a space park, complete with real soil, living trees, and artificial sunlight so realistic, one would swear they were on a planet. This ship had every luxury of home. However this was not home. This was a ship.

Katrina looked to her small child, Alexandria, her only daughter. The girl was small, about six years old. Her golden hair, her soft blue eyes, her quiet demeanor, she was the daughter Katrina had always hoped for. She listened quietly, as the representative of the thirteenth colony came on board, and began to speak about the new transporter technology. The human FTL jump drive. Some found it fascinating, others terrifying. All Katrina cared about though was her daughter.

Katrina looked down, at her daughter. The love she had for her child, all that she had left was undeniable. She just looked at her, as a bright light overcame the small child. In an instant, she was gone. Katrina screamed, as all she had left was taken from her. In a second she was gone as well.

Katrina watched in terror, as the room she was in vanished, and she appeared in a new room. Her stomach felt queasy, as if for a second she was in two places at once. Her first thought, where is my daughter. She looked over the ship, in a panic, she looked everywhere. Her daughter was not here. She was gone...

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The new Transporter worked well. Thanks to the Ganoxian’s, Farstar Confederacy, The Woodians “AKA 13th colony”, the Godularians, as well as a host of other nations, the situation was getting under control. Within a few hours, all six million people were on the Woodian vessels, and skeleton Crews from the battlestars began to go over to pilot the cive ships to their new home. White Diamond.

gonzo

Lee Storm-Stout looked out the window. The explosion of several ships illuminating the space, and the feeling of thousands of refugees dying filling the force. He watched incredulously for further developments...

Damn. There's another thing we need to think about: transporter tech. The Wormhole Network's good, but isn't enough for something like this, and definitely can't be ship-mounted. I thought and made a mental note to kick R&D in the backside about it. In the meantime, I replied to the Admiral while looking out at the planet, noticing a storm developing over the northern hemisphere. "Permission granted, Admiral. There appears to be a blizzard erupting on the planet now, so advise your units to take care."

Had the Coredians not known better, perhaps they would have thought that planetary invasion was imminent. As it was, each of the Immortal Star Destroyers disgorged four DropShips; forty-eight heavily armored hulks drifted to the planet, laden with heavy and assault 'Mechs, mobile field bases, munitions, weapons, technicians, and other assorted crews, two Regimental Combat Teams in all. The blizzard failed to scare the DropShips' pilots off...the vessels disappeared into the clouds anyway. Blizzards were good: they meant heat management would be less of an issue, all the better to load 'Mechs up with pulse lasers, the perfect weapon to exterminate swarms of stormtroopers with that also happens to build up heat too quickly, and particle projector cannons, for frying those pesky walkers. Of course, a few heavy projectile weapons might be better for 'Mechs that stay close to the MFB and therefore can be easily resupplied...

The new Transporter worked well. Thanks to the Ganoxian’s, Farstar Confederacy, The Woodians “AKA 13th colony”, the Godularians, as well as a host of other nations, the situation was getting under control. Within a few hours, all six million people were on the Woodian vessels, and skeleton Crews from the battlestars began to go over to pilot the cive ships to their new home. White Diamond.

Had a little chat over MSN over the prevalence of "death stix." This has been agreed to by both involved parties.

Admiral Makaryk ignored the pandemonium as he had more important things to worry about. Like the prevalence of "death stix" amongst the refugees. The refugees seemed to call them "cigarettes." To a Woodian, a "cigarette" was defined as "a 100% natural tobacco, miniature cigar." A few of the refugees did smoke cigars and cigarettes that were in compliance with Woodian tobacco purity law, but most of the so-called "cigarettes" were of the kind with formaldehyde and various other assorted carcinogens by the thousands.

Ugh. Disgusting death stix, the Admiral thought to himself. He sent a transmission along to Woodian Customs to be prepared to swap out a lot of death stix for legal tobacco.

Shortly thereafter, he received word that the last civilian was transferred, he ordered hyperspace jump to White Diamond.

Immediately.

The refugees fortunate enough to be packed on the bridges of the evacuation ships watched as the stars became elongated starlines. Though they were confused, and families were seperated...they were out. Safely, and before the feared attack came.

Meanwhile, the ten cloaked Warbirds not suitable for mass evacuations ran close scans of the Kobal's ships that were left behind to look for tracking devices. However, a manual inspection was still needed to be absolutely sure...

Katrina waited in line, on the Starliner Atlas. The ship was sleek, reserved for the finest individuals. The ship was covered in decadence. White Marble pilliars adorned the great hall, where dinners were served, the finest beverages that could be served in space was also here. Like her sister ship cloud nine, the ship housed a space park, complete with real soil, living trees, and artificial sunlight so realistic, one would swear they were on a planet. This ship had every luxury of home. However this was not home. This was a ship.

Katrina looked to her small child, Alexandria, her only daughter. The girl was small, about six years old. Her golden hair, her soft blue eyes, her quiet demeanor, she was the daughter Katrina had always hoped for. She listened quietly, as the representative of the thirteenth colony came on board, and began to speak about the new transporter technology. The human FTL jump drive. Some found it fascinating, others terrifying. All Katrina cared about though was her daughter.

Katrina looked down, at her daughter. The love she had for her child, all that she had left was undeniable. She just looked at her, as a bright light overcame the small child. In an instant, she was gone. Katrina screamed, as all she had left was taken from her. In a second she was gone as well.

Katrina watched in terror, as the room she was in vanished, and she appeared in a new room. Her stomach felt queasy, as if for a second she was in two places at once. Her first thought, where is my daughter. She looked over the ship, in a panic, she looked everywhere. Her daughter was not here. She was gone...

Both Katrina and her daughter were beamed aboard the same ship, though they ended up on opposite ends of it. Two crewmembers explained, separately, to both Katrina and the daughter that they would be reunited at customs...doing it now would be pointless because they would be teleported again to Customs. The mother was given two forms to fill out, one for herself and one for daughter; the crewmembers attempting to calm down both mother and child (two kilometers apart) quietly and discreetly brushed their skin with a Q-tip.

DNA samples just made family reunions so much easier. But don't tell that to Katrina; she lit up a death stick. Her "case worker" left as discreetly as she could get away with, to get away from the noxious and toxic fumes.

The Ganoxian forces landed at the same airstrip the squadron was based in. Arm Slaves and other equipment was unloaded off the transports. Pilots immediately climbed into the cockpits of the Arm Slaves and began system checks and crew began loading them with ammunition. Major Jarvis, who was in command of the ground and air operations of the Ganoxian Expedition Force, headed for the makeshift command sight. It was a medium sized office at the airstrip, setup with the Ganoxian communications and navigation equipment. "Sir the Woodians have landed shortly before you did," said a subordinate.

"Good. Send them a message."

To: The Ground Commander of the Woodian Expedition Force.
From: Major William Jarvis, Ground Commander Ganoxian Expedition Force.

"Greetings Commander. My unit is ready to back up your forces in the area. I am preparing to set up Arm Slaves equipped with 57mm Sniper Cannons in the highlands and designate frontline AS units (http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a287/GeneralZhukov3333/?action=view&current=SavageFighting.jpg), 40mm Assault Rifles, ready for deployment to defense sectors. Air units are fueled and ready to go at a moments notice should you require air support. If you need anything else just notify me."

OOC: Woody can you send me your IM?

OOC: Communistic Govts, check TGs for IM plz. Barring that you can get it from CoreWorlds or Osiris and Ariel.

IC reply coming laterz.

People were packed into the Woodian Vessels, like sardines in a can. Every space available was used, packing people into every nook and cranny of the Woodian Navy. Time was of the essence, not comfortable seating arrangements. Even on the bride of the Woodian vessels, Civilians stood, waiting for their new hope, their trust in their cousins from Earth, for their new found freedom.

Those who were lucky enough could see out a window, watched, as the stars began to streak, as a blue glow began to encompass the black of space. The darkness faded, as the Woodian vessels jumped into hyperspace.

The people watched, as the slow and inefficient means of FTL took them to the stars, to their new temporary home, of White Diamond. They were safe, free from the tyranny of the Military. Free from the slavery of the Empire. They had new hope, as they vanished over Jurai, of promising jobs, of real homes, of seeing worlds that had previously been thought of as myth. The Lords of Kobal had truly blessed these six million survivors.

President Roslin smiled, as she began to sit down, as the last of the Woodian Vessels streaked away. History had been made, a nation friendly to the Colonies, had truly kept their word. This was a first, and she could not be happier.

President Roslin, walked over to all of the delegates. “Thank you all for your assistance. Your sacrifices, and your aid will never be forgotten. In time, when we can become a nation once more, we will honor this moment and will repay all of you, however we can.

Roslin walked over to Daneh, Daniel, Whitfield, Arcturus, and the other delegates, and shook their hands. Words could not express the miracles they preformed. In time, when the battlestars were fully prepared, they would join their cousins, and people at White Diamond, and visit their new friends at Mon Calamari, in the farstars.

The aging MC-80 cruisers followed suit, having collected the last of the passengers, they now made the jump to hyperspace, following closely behind the Woodians.

"It is my deepest pleasure to assist those in need, Madam President." I replied to Roslin, shaking her hand. "If you need anything more, just ask. Now, I believe I shall prepare the defenses of Jurai. The Empire is coming and we must grant them a most appropriate welcome."

In the meantime, the preparations were well underway, with 4-star General Haruko presiding alongside the Woodians and Ganoxans. Even with the cold, the troops moved equipment and machines with practiced ease, and although not quite as efficient as the Woodians, at least the Interstellar Marine Corps were quite efficient indeed. Minefields were laid out, to be activated in the event the Empire arrives. Traps were deployed in urban centers, ready to turn urban warfare into an inferno for the Empire's units (you can thank one Isokepe and one Eheayana of EWT for the inspiration) as well as the Temple, should the Empire's Sith units breach the doors. In space, it was no less deadly as currently-inert mines were deployed along hyperspace exit vectors as well as towed-array superlaser stations, turbolaser cannons, missile racks, decoy systems, and more were stashed near moons and in the asteroid field for more presents to give the Empire as the capital prepared for total warfare once more. In short, the enemy would find it far harder to conquer Jurai than the last time the attempt was made almost six months prior...

ooc: *looks about awkwardly.... Prime Ministress standing on CoreWorlds landing pad, big dreadnought in space radioing colonial fleet*

OOC: Aww naw! I'm sorry!

IC:
The Prime Ministeress wasn't alone, for in a few moments, an escort found her and whisked her off to the Temple. General Mustang was available to see her inside. "Ah, Prime Ministeress. I am General Mustang and I am afraid that the meeting has ended by this time. But would you like to come in for some refreshments? I believe we still have some good hot tea."

Major Jarvis came into the Command HQ of General Haruko. "Hello General, I am Major Jarvis of the GEF, here to assist in anyway we can. As I understand from a brief message from Commander Davis, reinforcements should be coming soon. Until then I will be acting-commander until those very reinforcements arrive. My garrison contains 50 Savage (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/misc/savage01.jpg) Class-Arm Slaves and 20 Arbalest (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/gernsback/gernsback01.jpg) Class-Arm Slaves. Air forces included are 30 Superiority Fighters and 30 fighter/bombers. If you would give me a map of good vantage points for sniper mechs in the city that would be most helpful."

The Ganoxian forces landed at the same airstrip the squadron was based in. Arm Slaves and other equipment was unloaded off the transports. Pilots immediately climbed into the cockpits of the Arm Slaves and began system checks and crew began loading them with ammunition. Major Jarvis, who was in command of the ground and air operations of the Ganoxian Expedition Force, headed for the makeshift command sight. It was a medium sized office at the airstrip, setup with the Ganoxian communications and navigation equipment. "Sir the Woodians have landed shortly before you did," said a subordinate.

"Good. Send them a message."

To: The Ground Commander of the Woodian Expedition Force.
From: Major William Jarvis, Ground Commander Ganoxian Expedition Force.

"Greetings Commander. My unit is ready to back up your forces in the area. I am preparing to set up Arm Slaves equipped with 57mm Sniper Cannons in the highlands and designate frontline AS units, 40mm Assault Rifles, ready for deployment to defense sectors. Air units are fueled and ready to go at a moments notice should you require air support. If you need anything else just notify me."

Lieutenant Colonel Raúl Vigil, a black-haired 6'3" man who looked like he had spent his entire life at the beach, yet hadn't, just happened to be the most senior Woodian commander present on the ground. At the moment, he had more important concerns than a mid-level officer from a nation he had never heard of...though there seemed to be a lot of those lately, what, with the refugee issue over the planet and all. Mostly, like getting all of this new equipment dropping down from the sky pronto.

He heard the clanking of landing jacks deploying as another DropShip landed outside the Jedi Temple, and summoned three other Woodian Jedi, who also happened to be trained as some of Evil Woody Thought's most elite 'MechWarriors before they had ever heard of this place.

While he waited for them to arrive, and more equipment to arrive, he figured he could spare the stranger a quick reply:

To: MAJ William Jarvis, Ground Commander Ganoxian Expedition Force
From: LTC Raúl Vigil, Commander, Fourth Woodian Regimental Combat Team (RCT)

Just what in the HELL is an Arm Slave?

People were packed into the Woodian Vessels, like sardines in a can. Every space available was used, packing people into every nook and cranny of the Woodian Navy. Time was of the essence, not comfortable seating arrangements. Even on the bride of the Woodian vessels, Civilians stood, waiting for their new hope, their trust in their cousins from Earth, for their new found freedom.

Those who were lucky enough could see out a window, watched, as the stars began to streak, as a blue glow began to encompass the black of space. The darkness faded, as the Woodian vessels jumped into hyperspace.

The people watched, as the slow and inefficient means of FTL took them to the stars, to their new temporary home, of White Diamond. They were safe, free from the tyranny of the Military. Free from the slavery of the Empire. They had new hope, as they vanished over Jurai, of promising jobs, of real homes, of seeing worlds that had previously been thought of as myth. The Lords of Kobal had truly blessed these six million survivors.

President Roslin smiled, as she began to sit down, as the last of the Woodian Vessels streaked away. History had been made, a nation friendly to the Colonies, had truly kept their word. This was a first, and she could not be happier.

President Roslin, walked over to all of the delegates. “Thank you all for your assistance. Your sacrifices, and your aid will never be forgotten. In time, when we can become a nation once more, we will honor this moment and will repay all of you, however we can.

Roslin walked over to Daneh, Daniel, Whitfield, Arcturus, and the other delegates, and shook their hands. Words could not express the miracles they preformed. In time, when the battlestars were fully prepared, they would join their cousins, and people at White Diamond, and visit their new friends at Mon Calamari, in the farstars.

After a couple of hours of cramped confusion for the refugees, they finally dropped into the White Diamond system. They came out of hyperspace on the planet's night side, such that everyone with a view was treated with a full eclipse, the planet, artificially constructed by long-lost entities and the size of a small gas giant planet, blocking out the system's sun entirely. An unexpected treat to behold, and one that allowed for a better view of certain stars.

Admiral Makaryk glared at President Roslin, then tapped his shoulder to get his attention (as if the glare somehow wasn't enough). "Terra orbits that star," he said, pointing to one of the stars in the distance, easily discernible. "We are less than seven hundred light years away." Changing the subject, he added, "Prepare your people to get teleported again, because we need to return to defend Jurai from attack post haste."

The aging MC-80 cruisers followed suit, having collected the last of the passengers, they now made the jump to hyperspace, following closely behind the Woodians.

"It is my deepest pleasure to assist those in need, Madam President." I replied to Roslin, shaking her hand. "If you need anything more, just ask. Now, I believe I shall prepare the defenses of Jurai. The Empire is coming and we must grant them a most appropriate welcome."

In the meantime, the preparations were well underway, with 4-star General Haruko presiding alongside the Woodians and Ganoxans. Even with the cold, the troops moved equipment and machines with practiced ease, and although not quite as efficient as the Woodians, at least the Interstellar Marine Corps were quite efficient indeed. Minefields were laid out, to be activated in the event the Empire arrives. Traps were deployed in urban centers, ready to turn urban warfare into an inferno for the Empire's units (you can thank one Isokepe and one Eheayana of EWT for the inspiration) as well as the Temple, should the Empire's Sith units breach the doors. In space, it was no less deadly as currently-inert mines were deployed along hyperspace exit vectors as well as towed-array superlaser stations, turbolaser cannons, missile racks, decoy systems, and more were stashed near moons and in the asteroid field for more presents to give the Empire as the capital prepared for total warfare once more. In short, the enemy would find it far harder to conquer Jurai than the last time the attempt was made almost six months prior...

The Woodians, especially the Woodian Jedi, had no problems preparing. As Lieutenant Colonel Kevin Dmitruk, (Lieutenant Colonel Vigil's second in command) read the expected mission profile, a defense of the Jedi Temple, a smile crossed his face as he salivated at the possibilities.

There was no shortage of Evil Woody Thoughts' 120-ton third-generation variant of the venerable Timber Wolf, known in some circles as the Mad Cat, its structure (and armor/weapon carrying capacities) scaled up by the addition of antigrav tech to its reactor, allowing it to handle just like the old 75-ton model used centuries ago by the Clans. Moreover, as a mobile field base would be practically right there for reloading, the Woodians were thinking of modifying the typical weapons a bit.

It was perhaps LTC Dmitruk who came up with the most radical idea...ripping out the 'Mech's twin PPCs and missile racks, and downgrading its large pulse lasers to medium ones, and packing an amazing two Ultra AC/20s, the most powerful weapon available to a 'MechWarrior, onto the frame, with a bit of extra ammo. He even had to calibrate the weapons to stagger fire by about fifteen-hundredths of a second to mitigate recoil when both were fired at once, similar to the way a machine gun could fire through a propeller in a World War II-era aircraft. The thing was maneuverable enough to close on an AT-AT's weak spot--the rear, and the Lieutenant Colonel fully intended to use that for all it was worth and rip the things apart at point-blank range.

Other 'MechWarriors opted for the more conservative, non-ammo-dependent, far-longer-range, twin particle projector cannon, with missiles and large pulse lasers for support, that came as the default loadout. But one thing was clear: the expected mission allowed plenty of lattitude for individual 'MechWarrior preferences, and every Woodian intended to take advantage of it, it seemed...

Outskirts of Jurai System

Prince Richard and the Tidani Gallant class Gallant had left with his party when the refugees arrived. As much as they wanted to stay and help, one ship would not make much of a difference, especially when the prince was on board and the King away on business. To lose Richard now was not acceptable, even if it was common for leaders to lead forces into battle back in the day.

For some time now Jurai had been devoid of any Tidani presence on the eve of what might be a major battle for the planet itself. That all changed as the entire Fouth Fleet arrived at the edge of the system. Fleet Admiral Perth on the Gallant Cassivellaunus lead the nine other Gallants and their escorts into the system. From the moment of their arrival they were broadcasting their identity codes as they were sure things were getting tense here. Though if anyone could mistake a Tidani craft for that of the Imperials, they would be beyond medical help.

Several minutes later a message was sent from the fleet on a wideband as they continued to move toward the planet.

This is the Royal Tidani Fourth Fleet. By order of King Kerain I, High King of the Clans of Tidan, we are here to stand with Coredia and her allies lest Jurai fall to darkness.
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Fourth Fleet: (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#4th_Fleet_Group)
10 Gallant (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Gallant) class Command Carriers
60 Razorback (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Razorback) class Cruisers
100 Feral (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Feral) class Destroyers
200 Harpy (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Harpy) class Frigates
16,000 Comet (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tidani_Star_Fleets#Comet) class Biological Fighters

Major Jarvis came into the Command HQ of General Haruko. "Hello General, I am Major Jarvis of the GEF, here to assist in anyway we can. As I understand from a brief message from Commander Davis, reinforcements should be coming soon. Until then I will be acting-commander until those very reinforcements arrive. My garrison contains 50 Savage (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/misc/savage01.jpg) Class-Arm Slaves and 20 Arbalest (http://www.full-metal-panic.com/image.php?file=images/recon/mecha/gernsback/gernsback01.jpg) Class-Arm Slaves. Air forces included are 30 Superiority Fighters and 30 fighter/bombers. If you would give me a map of good vantage points for sniper mechs in the city that would be most helpful."
"The map is here." The General waved his hand over a 3-D holorepresentation of the cities. "Although I'm not sure what your Arms Slaves are. Could you clarify for me?"

Meanwhile, Jurai Traffic Control breathed a sigh of relief when the Woodian Navy left, then cursed once more as the Tidani fleet entered.

This is the Royal Tidani Fourth Fleet. By order of King Kerain I, High King of the Clans of Tidan, we are here to stand with Coredia and her allies lest Jurai fall to darkness.

"Thank you, Admiral Perth. Please proceed to the Jedi Temple where we will plan our defenses together."

Jedi Temple, Jurai

Perth beamed down to the surface outside the Temple. As the warmth of the beam faded the freezing wind hit him. He hurried indoors and found someone to lead him to the defense room.

Meanwhile, Lee Storm-Stout had been doing some thinking. "You there..." he beckoned to the comms-officer. "Scan the surroundings, load all the information on a probe, and send it back to HQ with a message telling them the obvious; that this system of Coreworlds is preparing for war, presumably against the Galactic Empire. They seem to be setting up defences, thus an invasion can be expected. Ask for further orders on how we should proceed..." "Yes, sir." the officer quickly started typing orders unto his controlls. A few minutes later, a small probe vanished into a tiny wormhole, heading for home.

Jarvis handed him the Arm Slave Manual 101.
Arm Slaves can range in height from 15 - 18 meters tall. Power generation on the older models utilize a Gas Turbine Engine (1300 hp or 969 kW) while the newer models utilize a palladium cold fusion reactor (3300hp or 2500 kW).

Arm Slaves operate in a semi master slave system. This is an operating method which has the slave arm (machine motion) trace the movements of the master arm (pilot motion). This makes an Arm Slave a form of powered suit, instead of a robot which is piloted. The Arm Slave is not a complete master-slave piloting arrangements, as full motion tracing is impractical within the limited space of the cockpit and would make the suit limited to the pilot. This limitation is solved by the Arm Slave amplifying the motion of the pilot. The "semi" designation of the piloting system refers to this machine-assisted motion management.

The simplest and most obvious aspect is the Bilateral Angle, or the BMSA. BMSA is the amplification factor of the master movement by the slave trace. With a BMSA of 3, a pilot motion of 30 degrees is amplified to 90 degrees. Lower BMSA values are used in training, and more accomplished pilots make use of higher values. The usual range is between 1.3 (training) to 2.4 (standard) to 3.5 (high)

The semi-master–slave operation, controlled by complex software systems commonly called motion managers are capable of translating pilot motion into maneuvers impossible by the human body.

Skilled pilots should spend a significant amount of time in optimization and personalization of the these motion patterns to better acquaint themselves with the machines . Arm Slave vetronics including the motion managers form a critical component of arm slave performance characteristics. The Arbalest AI systems are indispensable in controlling the Arm Slave, allowing the pilot to make use of the full capabilities of the craft.

OOC: Trying to make a NSWiki of ganoxa so i can put this in but havent got around to update it much due to work and school

Arcturus bowed slightly as Roslin shook his hand. "It is only part of the debt we feel we owe. If you will excuse me, there are other issues that have arisen in concern to my jurisdiction. No rest for the weary." With that, he bowed again to Roslin and Adama both, then vanished from existence with a hearty *PWUMM* sound.

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He materialized as activity surged around the Jedi Temple, freshly released from the torrent of information and contingency plans that were par for the course with any Godulan Tactical Procedure. Two others materialized with him, as yet unnamed and unknown Avatars. They did not look around to get their bearings, for they already understood their exact position via the manifold tracking systems already in place, and already had schematics leading them to the exact position of the supposed tactical planning meeting already taking place within the rather large structure.

Which of course lent itself to the fact that they materialized only a few meterss from the aforementioned meeting. The three of them walked forward the last few steps and Arcturus raised a crystalline eyebrow.

"AGAIN? You won't tell us to hold back THIS time, will you?"

Jedi Temple, Jurai

Perth beamed down to the surface outside the Temple. As the warmth of the beam faded the freezing wind hit him. He hurried indoors and found someone to lead him to the defense room.
"Right here, sir." A soldier said to Perth as he lead the man to General Haruko's HQ, set up to prepare the logistics and strategies for countering any Imperial aggression.

Haruko thanked Major Jarvis and barely batted an eye when General Arcturus entered and smiled at his comment. "Not this time, General. As the kids say it, 'it's for real'."

Meanwhile, a flash of psuedomotion occurred and the 4th Fleet exited hyperspace, moving into orbit over the planet of Jurai. Descending onto the planet were a bunch of Woodian-made Dropships, carrying elements of the First Mechwarriors Company, commanded by Colonel Maes Hughes (Whitfield remembers him well). With all the swiftness expected of General Mustang's oldest friend, the 'Mechs were deployed around Temple City as the Colonel himself made for the Temple itself and the planning room...

Perth thanked the soldier and walked into the room. Arriving at a command console he entered in a code and brought online a link to his fleet. The Forth Fleet was shown above Jurai on the tactical overlay, and Perth also added in a symbol to represent the 100,000 ground forces being transported by the fleet.

He also place Tidan's Third Fleet at the edge of the map with an indication that they were currently en route. Another indicator displayed an equal ground force on board the comming fleet as well.

Perth waited until he saw the General had a free moment and then got his attention quickly.

"General Haruko, if you could have someone tell me where I can best deploy my forces I can begin moving my ships and landing ground forces immediately."

I will start a new planning thread.

Edit: Here is the link

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=538335