Sullust

[Dace Endac]

Dace Endac finally reach a underground cave, with a few surviving Sullust in. He gave them the credits for there ship, 50 credits it was, it was in good nic, luckily these sullust's were split off from most civilization, and had no idea of prices, and they were poor anyway, and they found to the ship with a cracked windscreen, and they driver dead form starvation. But now he wanted to get off the planet, so he rushed into the vehicle, and took off seeing his wrecked ship on the surface. He went and took of into to hyperspace.

[Moric Thian]

OOC: Moric is already in the circle.

 

Moric, cocked his head in Tashkri's direction. "Shouldn't you draw another circle for him? Tashkri's a Sith Lord too, although he's much closer to master status than I am."

[Dagon]

*Moric never even finished his last sentence as the summoning circle went ablaze with light and the Changer of Ways entered Moric's body. Blue light emanated from the Serpent's eyes and a rictus of rage contorted his face.*

 

RELEASE ME!

 

*Moric's body was floating several feet in the air and he began clawing at the invisible walls of the summoning circle...*

[Morgana Athena Chi-en]

Nodding respectfully to the greater demon that was posessing morics body, she began chanting in a tongue that very few people had ever heard. Focusing her mind on an image of the greater demon, she made it clearer and clearer, bringing the thing more and more into this realm of existance.

 

Finally, after a few minutes of heavy concentration and chanting, it was done. Where moric had stood at one point stood a greater demon of tzeentch.

 

Bowing down on one Knee, and telling Tashkri to do the same, Morgana awaited its commands.

[Dagon]

Our master bids that I teach you the ways of pyromancy. Are you prepared to begin this trial of the flesh?

[Morgana Athena Chi-en]

Raising from one knee, she nodded respectfully, and said

"I am indeed, great one. Where do we begin?"

[Tashkri]

Tashkri went down on one knee, both to recognize the superior power in front of him, and to hide his smirk at the way the demon had come into being.

 

Pyromancy? Huh. Sounds like fun.

 

"I am prepared as well."

 

Tash and Moric had been sent here by Rocketblaze to find knowledge. Now it looked as if it would just be him, and Morgana.

[Dagon]

Then suffer, mortals!

 

*The ground beneath them gives way and all three are plunged into a river of fiery lava. Only the terrible will of the demon sustains them, but he does not block out the sensations of being burned alive. Agony ensues.*

[Morgana Athena Chi-en]

Screaming, morgana thrashes, splashing the burning hot lava everywhere, as the massive pain of being burned alive courses through her, blinding her to reason, or any other concious thought other than escaping it. For minutes this continues, And slowly her body collapses from exhaustion, her movements become slower and slower, as she gives into her fate.

[Dagon]

*At least a day of exposure had passed, and the greater demon was displeased with the progress of its pupils. They did not thrash, they did not struggle, they had not the passion and the inner fire that was necessary for pyromancy.*

[Moric Thian]

Moric looked out with envy as searing pain swept through him. Morgana and Tashkri at least had the freedom to move any limb they wanted. Their body language was enough to convey their pain, Moric could only scream, and no one could hear him. He could only sit within the river of fire and wait for the agony to end.

[Morgana Athena Chi-en]

Days went by, morgana motionless in the boiling lava. Attempting to keep herself sane amist the torrents of pain swirling through the pit, morgana spent her time trying to will death upon herself.

 

Slowly yet surely, the massive amounts of pain she was subject to etched at her sanity, until finally she cracked. Once again, she took up the screaming, and slowly but surely, she began thrashing.

 

Opening her eyes for a brief second, her vision was filled with fire, but she managed to glimpse the edges of the pit. Clawing her way through the lava, she dragged her body towards the edge, inch by painstaking inch.

 

reaching the edge of the pit, she began attempting to claw her way out, only to fall back in again, becoming completely submerged in the lava. Thrashing blindly, and unable to breath, Morgana lost any direction, or sense of sanity that she possessed, and wildly beat at the lava surrounding her.

[Dagon]

At last you understand the nature of pyromancy. I was beginning to think I might have to leave you here, perhaps check on you in a few millenia.

 

::The three are lifted out of the lava and returned to solid ground. Morgana's altered form healed quickly, but the two serpents would most likely be scarred for the rest of their lives.::

[Morgana Athena Chi-en]

Picking her terribly burnt and scarred body up of the ground, she allowed the lava to drip off of her. Slowly, morganas body began to heal, thanks to the blood of her father. Within minutes, the burnt flesh was falling off of her, being replaced by new flesh, and fairly soon, her body was returned to normal. Strangely, the only thing that has survived the lava were the twin gauntlets her father had given her. Then again, he was a god.

 

At the back of her shoulder, one small mark remained, a burn in the shape of a single flame. Kneeling on one knee, she said

 

"Thankyou master. I leave the fate of the two sith to you. I must depart, and return to my father."

 

Standing once again, she boarded her ship, and cueing the auto prep, got dressed again. Glad her father had thought to put some clothes in the ship for her, she walked into the cockpit, and took off. Outside of the atmosphere, she set the co-ordinates for her fathers planet. Once the calculations were complete, she pulled back gently on a lever, and the ship disappeared into a maelstrom of colours and light, dragging her along with it.

[Dagon]

::The demon leaves Moric's wretched form to its own pathetic devices...::

[Moric Thian]

Moric felt the demon leave his body. The feeling was a considerable amount of relief, probably more than he had ever felt in his entire life. He flext his arms and moved his fingers, revealing in the fact that he could finally control his own body again.

 

A path way of anger made itself present within the young Sith Lord. He couldn't help but let his emotions get away from him. "This whole thing was stupid, pointless." He rasied his voice, yelling at no one in particular, even though Tashkri was right next to him. "I feel like killing something"

 

As a Serpeant, he had been tought to use his anger in battle, but not to let it get out of control. Thats what sepereted a serpent from a normal Sith. But Moric couldn't really control himself this time.

 

With a serge of anger, he lifted his hand in any direction, not carring who he was pointing to. A spurt of flame flew out of his hand, scorching the already concentrated atmosphere of Sullust. Moric's rage quickly dimished, being replaced by curiousity. He shot out the fame again, this time doing it longer. A sadistic grin made its way onto its face. "Cool," he said in a low voice.

 

The Sith Lord returned to his ship with Tashkri right behind and took off from the planet.

[Kirana Sunrider]

The shipyards at Sullust received an order for another personal ship, also for several golan platforms. Drills were conducted and fortifications secured and tested.

 

--- edit --- 21 Aug

 

The completed Golans are transported to the various locations that require them while another Capital ship was begun. The personal ship was sent to Selvaris.

[Cal Regium]

Cal's ship came out of hyperspace above Sullust. He went through the same landing procedures he had on Selvaris and once he was given clearance he took the ship in for a landing at the Republic base.

 

He was once again greeted by a lower ranking officer. This time a captain. He was saluted and shown around the facilities as requested. Evidently this captain was a bit more competent than Lt. Jackson on Selvaris. The soldiers here were already undergoing formal training.

 

Cal observered the training of the soliders. They looked good. They looked as if they had been spending a lot of time on their drills but Cal noticed a few small things that could be fined tuned so he ordered that all ground forces on Sullust must undergo training twice a day.

 

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Cal proceeded to inspect the rest of the base including the shipyard. He found that a capital ship that had been under construction had been completed. He ordered it to take its place in orbit around the planet and then he ordered the shipyard to begin work on another of the same class.

 

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Once Cal had completed his tour of the facility he headed back to where the soldiers were training. He was going to lead them through every exercise himself. He wanted to gain the trust of his men and prove to them he wasn't just some desk General.

 

Cal led platoon after platoon through simulations. All of which were random scenarios of what to do if the empire attacks, or what to do when attacking a planet, how to storm a beach, how to fight in jungle enviroments versus city landscapes. Cal and his men were going to be strong and prepared.

 

As he proceeded through the exercises he could feel the comradery among the men growing and with it their trust in him as well. He could also feel his own abilities beginning to sharpen. Everytime he fired his training weapon he felt a progression in his own skill as a soldier but he still wondered if it would be enough. If he would have it when it counts. He knew no matter how many simulations he went through and no matter how difficult they were he still hadn't faced a real true battle. He may have been a General but he was still as green as the men he was training...

[Kirana Sunrider]

((again to let Cal post so he's "not on his own and doesn't have to wait 3 days))

 

A Lt approached General Regium to inform him that his squad of troops were ready for deployment when necessary, they had been training in all forms of urban warfare also in hand to hand combat and all forms of weaponry. Their sniper was top notch and ready to go.

 

Another Squad leader approached as well, letting the General know the statis of his fighter pilots. All were proceding with drills and were all green to go.

 

Various other squad leaders checked in, informing of their current training regimes.

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: You didn't post this that I saw. It was ordered quite some time ago, but never completed.

 

IC: An MC90a Starcruiser drifted from the docks of Sullust shipyards. It was the eighth Starcruiser in the current Alliance fleet, along with a Star Defender that was the flagship under direct command of Admiral Onderin Starlisk.

 

Another was begun...it would make the fleet full strength upon completion.

[Cal Regium]

Cal was pleased with how the training was proceeding on Sullust. All of the men were working very hard and progressing in their skills. He was approached by another LT. in charge of a demolitions battalion. Cal was once again pleased to hear that they too were progressing with their training.

 

Cal took a stroll to one of the research and development labs at the base. As he walked through the halls he was glad to see the soldiers conversing with one another. They were growing closer as their training was becoming more intense. It was exactly what Cal was looking for. He wanted his men to trust one another, fight for one another, and force forbidding die for one another. That was the true way of a rebel soldier.

 

Cal walked into the lab and was saluted by the engineers and scientist there. "At ease men," Cal said. "I want to design a new Ground Assault Vehicle. I want it to be something that can be used on all terrains meaning urban cityscapes or in more rugged environments like swamps or jungles. I also want it to have a large amount of firepower without sacrificing too much of its speed and maneuverability which I also want it to have a lot of. I don't want the men that will be in these things to be sitting ducks on the battle field."

 

Cal and the engineers worked together in creating this new AT walker. It would be bipedal like its ancestors, but it would be shorter, about 4.5 meters tall, and the legs would be farther apart about 3 meters. This would allow for it to move faster and to turn better at higher speeds. Something else that was new in the legs was a hydrolytic pump that allowed the bottom half of the leg to insert into the upper half when on uneven ground. AT walkers had been known for having problems on unstable ground and this would hopefully fix that problem to an extent.

 

At what most would call the knee of the machine there would be a double joint allowing for the walker to raise up and change directions 180 degrees without having to turn. This would also mean that the turret on top of this beast could rotate 360 degrees. The machine would have two blaster cannons mounted on the side of its head, two laser cannons on the underneath side of the turret, and a grenade launcher mounted on the top. The extra width of the machine allowed for two access doors on either side of the grenade launcher on top of the turret. The engineers decided to use blast resistant dura steel plating which should provide adequate protection for the crew. The crew would consist of two men, one to pilot and one to control the weapons. The engineers believed that a working model of the walker could probably reach speeds of 100 to 120 Kph.

 

Being a simplitist Cal named the creature an All Terrain Assault Vehicle or AT-AV.

[Kirana Sunrider]

The signal was given and a number of ships were boarded by transports of the troops that had been training on the surface. The Golans remained on high alert while an intridictor and four MC90a's vanished into hyperspace.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Right on schedule (as always), an MC90a Starcruiser left the production facility and joined the defenses at Sullust. The Empire wasn't apparently aware that there even was a shipyard at Sullust, as they had made no threats or moves at it. So the ship stayed on alert, completely ready to lend its aid into any of the multiple skirmishes going on in the galaxy.

[Onderin Starlisk]

One massive MC90a Starcruiser departed from the docks of the shipyard above Sullust. It was immediately crewed and christened the Revelation, both for being the final ship in the completion of the Alliance fleet, but for being the deathbringer to all Imperial forces that it intended to battle.

 

The Revelation joined the other Starcruiser waiting over Sullust. Should the two be called upon, they themselves were a reckoning force, capable of handling a pair of ImpStar Deuces in heavy combat.

[Onderin Starlisk]

((Ah, an old thread rejuvinated.))

 

An order came in to Sullust--the first one in over a year, actually. It was for four planetary-based ion cannon, the new defenses for a special project taking place on Gala.

[Brina Thalin]

((LOL, once again...))

 

A freighter belonging to the Link arrives over Sullust with the Jedi Grandmaster's special order. The captain delivers the items to the Rebel base, then turns the ship around and heads back to Coruscant.

[ObliviousKnight]

The order received and the transmission of the Jedi Grandmaster's designs completed, it was a quick matter for the arsenal on Sullust to fulfill her request. Within days, it was being shipped to Gala.

[Vladimir Faust]

Amid the shipyards at Sullust two regularly scheduled freighters arrive. Their transponder codes and supplies are expected and even welcome. What really lay inside however, was not.

 

Upon his quiet return to galactic affairs, Faust decided to try to stick to the guns he used at taking down Manaan- small commando style squads of elite soldiers- capable of infiltration and sabotage. The leader of this expedition, made a captain as one of the survivors of the Manaan expedition, a Captain Gallagher Malstross received further training from the imperial general, making him a cut above average. Added on were a couple of cybernetic enhancements that Faust insisted on. Though painful, they gave him superior reflexes and the ability to better coordinate among his troops.

 

His crew dressed in civilian clothes- the uniforms of dock workers, or as the case demanded for their roles, Alliance uniforms. Some of them were taken by waylaying the supply ship, others from Imperial storehouses. All were armed discretely. He had 398 troops under his command, having lost two while taking the supply ships. A well placed asteroid in the popular transport route was enough to pull it out of hyperspace. At that point taking the crew unawares was easy enough. Some of the supplies were taken back to the Empire as plunder and make room for the men. The rest were kept on as cover.

 

Clearing into the planet and landing, the men slowly filter out of the ship, losing themselves among the crews at the shipyards and onto the surrounding Golans. Captain Gallagher Malstross himself meanders his way towards a mess hall and mingles with the regulars, getting a bite to eat. It would be a busy week ahead of him if things went well.

[Vladimir Faust]

((3 days real time... the plan continues))

 

Captain Malstross finds the kitchens suitable for his ends and grudgingly admits that the people here had better food than at most Imperial camps. After getting a second helping the captain descretely wanders into the kitchens, applying a bit of seasoning he prepared ahead of time for such an occasion, then meanders out.

 

The rest of his men filter around further, intaking the defenses and over all lay out. They could take it easy, at least for now. The most dangerous work up until their final plan was ready to start would commence that evening.

 

A lone hacker with a single NR-1100 droid worms his way into a secluded computer access port. He begins with a download of routine information- shift changes, schedules and so on. Security protocols and access codes were finally accessed, giving the keys to a few restricted areas in the ship yards. His brow sweating, the man departs unseen and meets up with Malstross. Hopefully his actions wouldn't be discovered and they could move swiftly with the next part.

 

The Captain meets with a half dozen lieutenants and the hacker in an empty storage room. Malstross reviews the information and smiles, sending out the lieutenants to give the orders they agreed upon, as well as the access codes needed for their parts of the plan...

 

The next morning, almost three scores of people are sick with severe diarrhea, the fault traced back to some odd spices and peppers that got thrown in with the food last night. Latrine bound, there's some noticable reaction, ranging from humor, to disgust, to embarassment, with only a handful of suspects for sabottage, dismissed as paranoid though.

 

Over half the troops under the command of various lieutenants now filter their way onto maintenance ships. They aren't bound for the surface, but a ring of golans surrounding the shipyards, where they land safely and dispearse. Meanwhile half the troops, under Malstross' personal command, along with his most faithful lieutenant find odd maintenance jobs near the command center for the shipyards. All were armed under their civilian clothes and Alliance uniforms and ready for a nasty surprise take down that would send shockwaves. For one ofl Faust's plans, one could expect no less though...

[Vladimir Faust]

((And on the third day”¦ ))

 

As Captain Maltross nears the command center, whispered discussion breaks out among the troops as they prepare for their big break. Malstross is accompanied by his lieutenant, a half dozen elite soldiers, as well as their elite hacker, just in case.

 

”œIf the general's plan works,”