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Hirolaah became confused for a second as the mention of Kirlocca making a commitment to the Jedi Order. It just seemed like a unified Kashyyyk was farther away then he thought. Although he would have liked to mourn the thought, he was never given the time as the padawan continued in delivering the message. After he made the statement that help was being sent, and the cries of his people did not go unnoticed. It brightened him up slightly, if only for a moment as the small Jedi made a comment about Blacksun. For some reason, the mention of the planet being owned by someone other then the Wookiee's themselves seem wrong to him. Even if they were apart of the Republic, the Republic wouldn't own them, just simply hear their voice and send aid if the occasion was ever needed. Hirolaah barked, growled, and howled as he explained to the very small Jedi the situation on Kashyyyk, as he was clearly unaware of the changing of possession of the planet. After a long three minutes passed of him explaining, his translator droid then began to explain it to the Kushiban Jedi. "Master Hirolaah says that Blacksun took ownership of the planet a few years back when the war was at it's height. Ever since then, Bounty Hunters and Sith have been roaming the planets surface, killing off Wookiee Farmers and children to make pelts and rugs, or even to capture them to sell them into slavery. As long as a profit of the activities goes to Blacksun, they don't care what really happens with the planet." Hirolaah did his best to wait as his droid hummed in a paused in between his translation. While it only took a few seconds to get passed that pause, Hirolaah still took that as a sign that it needed to be oiled and reworked to store more memory or something to keep it up to date. "Hirolaah also says that there has been reports of Wookiee pups disappearing, simply just to hold experiments on. Scouts have spotted new facilities all over the surface with markings that to not hold ties to any pervious owner of the planet."

Hirolaah made a series of backs and growls in such a fashion that made it sound as if he was explaining something that even he knew would be lost in translation, and for a moment, he thought his droid would have had it not made a clear pause to process what was said before speaking. "Hirolaah would like to convey his feelings of gratitude towards you both during a pressing time for his people. He feels that Blacksun has been slowly running their planet into the ground as they move to wipe the last of his kind out of the galaxy. Their taint has apparently been getting inside the mind of the elders as they seem slow to make a cry out to the Republic for aid to be sent to them." When the droid paused in his speech, finishing all that was said by Hirolaah, he made his chance to further his words that he wished for the Jedi to hear from him. Within his barks and growls and howls, he made sure to give them a low mournful sound to really give the emotion he felt. "He also says that at this time, no official decision can be reached by the elders without a rightful Chieftain to lead the people, but none has been heard from. The Jedi Master Kirlocca himself is one of those that has long since been in the line to take the spot, so he choose to return to his people. He also put great emphasis on the fact the that Chieftain would be able to bring back that Warriors that have long since left the planet. Apparently they are key to protecting their home world."

TROS ARDELL'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Tros Ardell A.K.A: Saberforce Homeworld: Born on Corellia; Raised on Shogun, has a home on Concord Dawn Species: Mandalorian Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 30 Height: 6'0" Weight: 185 lbs Skin Color: White Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown (Has a beard as well) Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Armor: Beskar'gam armor that's mixed. A black and red buy'ce with hints of white that belonged to Raeshe. The chest and leg pieces are white with red and black that belonged to Caen. Both vambraces are pure beskar and painted black. Also wears a Z-6 Jetpack. The main chest piece has a two pronged bio reinforced layer underneath that helps filter out toxins and provide adrenaline. Weapons: 2 Westar 75 Heavy Blaster pistol, a Westar Assault Rifle and a beskad (A Mandalorian sword with a single-edged blade that widened toward the tip before tapering to a point. Two metal guards protected the wielder's hand at the top and base of the hilt.) He also has a ZX miniature flame projector, a grappling hook along with three dart launchers on his right gauntlet. (1 electro-dart, 1 lecepanine dart and 1 tranquilizer dart.) The other gauntlet holds a tactical pad, which also comes with a plug to hack into most systems or decrypt messages. Tros also carries with him two Plank gas grenades along with 3 Frag grenades. (Updated as of 2/10/22) Common Inventory: Creditchip Faction Information [!factn] Non Force User : (Family may have been FU's though.) Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Mandalorian/Sith Empire Current Faction Rank: Alor of House Solus (Legendary Status) History: [!hstry] Force Side: Non Force User Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Awareness (Can perceive his environment and what's going on around him.) Hand to Hand Combat Blaster Rifle Proficiency (Can use any blaster rifle with ease.) System Hacking (Can hack any low to mid level comm systems and security with ease.) Background: Not much is known about Tros, besides for being born on Corellia. However; Saberforce is known throughout the Outer Rim, in which he is both a bounty hunter and mercenary for hire. He has never taken his helmet off, so no one knows what his face actually looks like. Throughout the Outer Rim, his ship is well known, Orar. (This ship was destroyed in the Battle of Mandalore.) Tros was raised by his mother until the age of 7 when she went missing but was found dead. That's when his actual brother (Riella) and adopted brother (Brexton) took him in and raised him. Their father (Bas'lan Ardell) left them at a very young age (3-6), but has made some points to contact Tros a few times, although Tros considers him to be Dar'buir. Tros is actually half brother of Xae, as they both share the same father. Bas'lan was found dead after Kyr'tsad had a mini insurrection. Tros' brother Riella died 3 years later for unknown reasons. Tros is the last of Clan Ardell and currently Alor of House Solus. Ship Registration [!ship] Ship Registration Name: Swift Justice Class: Pursuer-class frigate Model: BR-9 Charger Manufacturer: Mechis Custom Shipyards design, assembled by MandalMotors Length: 39m Armaments: -Dual medium laser cannon turret (dorsal) -Dual light laser cannon turret (ventral) -Directed EMP “cannons”, (fixed, front facing) -Universal missile launcher, (standard loadout 8 concussion missiles) -Dual chain linked chin-slung ion cannons (fixed, front facing) Armor: -Twin shield generators -Military grade reinforced Mandalorian iron hull Anti-Personnel Defenses: -Biometric Lock and Startup -”Smart” system will alert Tros when any tampering is detected Appearance: Modifications: -Cargo hold outfitted with universal energy cage and two military-grade force cages, as well as locked gear racks holding a myriad of weapons and two sets of riot gear, most of the weapons being nonlethal. -”Grappling hook” with maglock designed to grab onto other ships in space and reel them in for boarding. Tether is a braided chain made from molecularly bonded durasteel links. -Universal airlock, next to the hook, used for boarding operations. Outfitted with a ring of plasma torches to easily cut standard hulls and still provide a vacuum lock if necessary for boarding. -Top of the line sublight racing engines, providing 20 MGLT acceleration but capable of overclocking to 24 MGLT in short bursts. This easily makes it as fast if not faster than many starfighter interceptors, despite its size. Overclocking the engines temporarily takes power from the weapons systems and life support, making the feature useful in some situations, but also potentially dangerous. -Hyperdrive with a 0.75 rating. This was the fastest hyperdrive available on the market that could fit in a ship like this. -Directed EMP “cannons” designed specifically to overwhelm personal ships of up to about 250m in length. Larger ships may take more shots to completely disable, but against any ships not shielded against EMP, the effects are still fairly catastrophic for electronic systems. The cannons run off of large battery banks that must be charged between shots, but the initial shot is always immediately available. Charging takes roughly 30 seconds. -EMP shielding, hardened against moderate Ion damage, large weapons or excessive fire will still melt the protective layers and fry electronics. -Twin shield generators -Military-grade reinforced hull made from Mandalorian iron -Both laser turrets and the grappling hook are concealed until activated, -Universal missile launcher can be configured to fire many types of missiles, but can also jettison missiles on a delay detonation to use as makeshift ‘mines’ against pursuers as well.

Hirolaah felt a welling of hope. If they Jedi came here on behalf of Kirlocca, then maybe Kirlocca knew that he was needed back with his people. Strange that he would not come himself. He took a moment to study both of the Jedi to see if maybe he could get an idea of what Kirlocca intended to do from their faces, but he was no good at reading people. His skills lay solely in battle and the great hunt. He barked and growled at them both, hoping his questions would be answered by the two Jedi present at the Council Rock. The droid quickly translated for him. "Hirolaah would like to know two things. One, why did Kirlocca not come himself to aid his own people and secondly, what authority do you come with that he could make use of?"

Hirolaah turned and left the shooting and debates of the Council Rock after he spoke his peace. They would decide the right thing to do, eventually. And he had other matters to attend to, such as the Jedi Neruu, whom he recognized from Corellia. He was the padawan of Kirlocca, as well as a hunter. He had someone next to him, but Hirolaah did not notice him at first, being that he was so small compared to the Wookiee species. Turned his head, he growled at a droid standing randomly off to his right and had him follow him over to the Jedi. As he arrived to both of them, he bowed to them both. He didn't know why he, somehow it just felt right to bow before a Jedi. He began to bark and growl at the two. As he finished what he was saying, the droid began to make his interrupt for the two. "General Hirolaah bids you both welcome Master Jedi. He also wonders what he can do for you."

************************************************************ Council Rock ************************************************************ The elders of the tribes continued in their debate without notice of the newcomers. They would have payed more attention to them had they knowledge of them being Jedi. The roar of growls and barks ensued evermore so as they did their best to decide what they shall do about the future of the Wookiee population if they wanted to survive. Without a singal pause, a new Wookiee entered the Council Rock with one of the loudest roars ever heard on Kashyyyk. All attention turned towards the dark furred Wookiee named Hirolaah. He walked up to the one holding the jawbone and gave one of the strongest swings with his paw and knocked the jawbone out of the other Wookiee's paw. Hirolaah picked it up and began his speech. << Fellow Wookiee's of the honorable Kashyyyk. I have come from Teagaar's Freedom Alliance. He has taken over the council of generals and claimed himself the ultimate general of the galaxy. He will reign terror down upon us as a culture. His plans includes mass genocide and mass suicide. He will light the galaxy on fire with no other purpose but to see it burn. Now is our grand time of reaching out to the Republic and Jedi. We must contact Kirlocca and have him return to become our Chieftain and bring us under the Republic once and for all. We must stand united under them along side the Jedi, or at least have out great Chieftain return to us. Kirlocca is the key to our future, therefore we must find him to set us in a secure future. >> With the conclusion of Hirolaah's speech, the entire Council went up in roars and barks of loud outrage or agreement in with what Hirolaah had just stated before them.

((The final post to speed things up for this character.)) Teagaar took one final glance around and then back up towards the skyline of Coronet City. Turning towards his men he barked his final order he would give them, not because he would soon die, but they would. It was they way it had to be for a madclaw. Let others die while you survive. << Prep the final course, and then make your contact to me. I will be waiting at our ship making sure it is ready for take off. >> With that he turned and left the room. He didn't care what they thought of him, so long as they were loyal, and most of them were only loyal because of the promise of credits. People were easy to buy, and so was loyalty. He had many credits at his disposal, and many people in the universe wanted his credits. He made a quick hidden run to his private hanger that he was able to buy from a local security officer who needed the credits to pay for his wife's stay at the hospital. He promised he would pay for her in order for free access to the hanger. The officer agreed, and would soon know why he was willing to pay so much. Climbing into his Owool Interceptor, he quickly got it warmed up and running and then made his launch for space and his new destination. On his way up, he was commed by his people on the surface. "Sir, we have just finished the preparations for the next phase and are sending remote control you you now." "Good, you can send me to access and then tell the men they may commence when ready." "Will do sir, but I have to ask... why is your Owool taking off right now?" "Because I need to make the final run with my starfighter. Your general must stay as active as his men." << That and I don't want to be around when you find yourself under the explosion site. >> With that he turned off his comm unit and left it dead. Turning his attention back to space and getting his hyperspace coordinates. As his navicomputer brought up the right coordinates, he quickly accessed the remote control and had his fireworks go off. All of a sudden, while mass chaos ensued from the explosion from the warehouse sector that left many wounded or dead, two more giant explosion shook the surface of Corellia. Both the General Hospital and the Government Embassy building went into giant flames that lit up the darkening sky of Coronet City. The explosion would end up leaving Corellia with medical supplies and many other goods, such as one of the Governments credit supply house burnt or burning. Teagaar could see it from space the giant explosion. A smile appeared before the madclaw as he made his jump into hyperspace, leaving Corellia and all traces of him even being there gone.

A message was sent to the Partisan's comlink from an unknown source. "You are to commence with the next phase. The Freedom Alliance will no wait for outsiders to ruin it. Teagaar is your one and only general now. Good luck faithful one."

************************************************************ Rwookrrorro ************************************************************ In the midst of a large gathering of Wookiees in Rwookrrorro city, it seemed to anyone on the outside that there was much unrest within the population of Kashyyyk, but to anyone who could understand to complicated the dialect of Xaczik would know that they were merely discussing the meetings and deliberations going on at Council Rock, a scared gathering area for the Wookiee leaders. ************************************************************ Council Rock ************************************************************ While at a time there would have been close to a dozen or more Wookiees present at the gathering, today there were only five, as most of the population has either died off, or simply left Kashyyyk behind. At that very moment, they were discussing the very future that Kashyyyk would play. It seemed that the Wookiee culture was torn on what move they should make next, as Teagaar, a former head elder of their society has become a madclaw and disowned his own culture, while another, Kirlocca, a long and forgotten heir to become Chieftain was off with the Jedi. But because no sign of the Bacca's Ceremonial Blade could be found, no such official move could be made until it was once again retrieved and returned to a rightful heir to the title Chieftain.

((Sorry in advance for the quadruple posts, but I waited out even longer then three days for a response.)) Teagaar made a quick and fast look around to ensure that his operation was set up perfectly. He confirmed that his agents where in their correct locations, as well as two of the three sites were up and ready to go. He also made a check that he had a quiet control over all operating electronics, leaving him able to see out where the danger was. He allowed for a grin to increase on his face as he knew the Republic would struggle if they engaged him, and the Empire would have to be willing to lose assets to take him, but he already knew that neither would be able to find him once his game began. << Let my game begin. >> Teagaar pulled out a small remote from his ammo belt and held it with one paw. Looking at his view screen, he could see that the work district of Coronet City was now filled with mass people. << Someone needs to prepare the hospital. >> BOOM! A large explosion erupted from the warehouses, taking out all known locations of medical supplies, weaponry, and a good proportion of Corellia's currency. Already, reports began to tell of the disaster, and soon, they would also be reporting on the hundreds of lives that were just lost. Teagaar who watched from a safe distance, pulled out his comlink and confirmed that all was ready, and then sent word to one of his operatives to commence his side of the operation.

(Once again, triple posting just to show that there was an update on the situation so that no one can fuss.) Teagaar began his slow walk over to where he would stage the whole night with his crew. His mind was occupied with the thoughts of bright colors filling the sky as he would create such a large gapping damage to all of Corellia, it would take the Republic months to recover from it unless they received aid from the Empire. And I don't think the Empire will have much time to worry about the Republic when they will soon need all of their attention on their own territory. A grin appeared on the Wookiee's face as he thought of both sides being unable to keep up with the demand for resources. As he walked, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Hirolaah was staring at him with a bit of distaste. Turning his head fully to look at him and allow for his fellow Wookiee to speak his peace. "You know this makes you really nothing more than an elaborate terrorist." << Oh, yes. I am fully aware of that. The galaxy doesn't need any new form of government, as all end up becoming corrupt and unable to do things. Trust me, this is our path. >> Hirolaah's face grew darker somehow as he let the words of his general sink in. A clear flash of anger washed over Hirolaah as he made a move for his blaster, but he was quickly stopped as two of Teagaar's loyal guards pulled out their own weapons already and had them aimed at the Wookiee. << If this is not what you want, you are more then welcome to leave this group, nothing is holding you back. However, I will promise you that I will take any more unfriendly gestures out of you very seriously, and you will end up dead. >> Hirolaah thought on the words, and than he let his paw slowly move away from his blaster. Teagaar flashed him a grin. "Very well. If that is how you see it, then I will take me leave. But, you must also know that I will not allow any more Wookiee's to join your terrorist group." << You must do what you must. >> Teagaar and his men stood still for a few minutes as they watched Hirolaah and four others walk away from the group. ONce they faded out of sight, Teagaar spoke up. << Make a mental note, next time we see any of those traitors, shoot them. >> Teagaar then lead his men farther away until they reached their spot for the night. As the entered, a human male stood up and addressed Teagaar. "Sir, all control over the systems you requested are about to come online. Also, site one, two, and three are all now reporting operational and ready to go." Teagaar only nodded his head. All now he had to do was to wait for his time to unleashed a new breed of hell upon the galaxy... ((3))

((The double post is mainly to show everyone that the situation has been updated, and not to leave them in the dark with another edited in part.)) Walking back into the main storage warehouse facility, Teagaar could see from on top a catwalk his men begin to bring forth both the bombs and the hostages they had managed to capture without any notice. All of them no one of importance that would have drawn attention anyways. Taking a moment to watch the process begin, he was amazed at how fast half staff could work, since the other half was out begin their securement of other spots of interest to his grand plan of things. A smile began to slowly appear on his face, which gave away his deadly fangs. Starting his slow decent off the catwalks and down to the lower level where his men were hard at work getting everything ready for Corellia's longest night in history. As he reached to bottom, he walked over to where a cluster of the bombs were being placed. Placing his paw upon them and allowing for the cool metal to bring him mental peace. Madclaw. It was what he was called before he watched his home burn. Before he watched the fools who exiled him burned. Now, long after they were dead, he would have his revenge on all parties that were guilty of their crimes. Hearing sudden movement around him, he looked up to see his men bringing the hostages to sit around the bombs, so he stood up and moved out of the way, letting his men give the Corellians their last resting place one final check. He didn't move from his spot, but instead looked on as his men began to set up the final parts of the bombs while he just stared deep into the eyes of one of the Corellians. Disgusting. Even now as I look upon them, they make me feel disgusting. Turning around, he began to make his way out of the room. He didn't make it far before one of the hostages, the one he had been staring at shouted at him. "What is that you want? Money? Heard? Accepted? It can all be arranged for you." He was stopped in his tracks and he turned back around to face the man who thought he had courage to address him. Walking up until he stood right in front of him, and then knelling down to level himself with the worthless beast. << No, I don't want money. I don't even want to be heard or the be accepted. You see, while it can be arranged for me, no side or government will ever fully give me what I wanted anyways. It's those lies that keep you safe at night when you sleep. It allows for you to trust in monarchy system without question or hesitation. >> Standing up, Teagaar took three steps before turning around and looking back at the man. << What I want is to see some fireworks, which by the way, you might want to leave, as this place might be...umm...to close. >> Teagaar let out a bellow of a laugh as the man had fearful look wash over his face. Another turned to his side to get a look at Teagaar and then shouted at him as well, despite being bound. "You're going to kill us all anyways. You know the Republic or the Empire will find you and catch you or kill you." Letting out as breath as if he felt a need to relax and then walking towards him with a wookiee smile that held all fangs out and present. << Oh, I hope for all sakes that they do either one, or else, my job will be a whole lot harder if they let me go. As for killing you all, what is your name? >> "Bill." << Bill? Really? Not very creative parents. >> Standing up and pulling out his UR-G8 pistol, he pointed it at Bill. << Well Bill, because your parents had such bad creativity in naming you, you can be first. >> With that, Teagaar pulled the trigger, letting his bolt enter Bill's head, creating a splatter effect that placed Bill's blood on every other hostage in the circle. Putting the pistol away, Teagaar signaled his men to start to evacuate the area. Even as he and his men did, he shouted back to his hostages. << In all honesty, if you all stay here, you might end up in more then one place. >> Teagaar flashed his fangs at the hostages as he pulled the door shut, leaving the bound hostages to their fate. Turning to begin his walk towards his safe zone, one of his men reported that one of the two other sites were now ready for night light show. (2)

Teagaar stood perfectly still as he watched a Holonet station of the Empire give a huge statement. He was so into the speech, that he didn't notice one of his subordinates enter the room with him. It was only after the Grand-Admiral gave his speech of grandeur that he noticed him. Turning with a smile he spoke. "You may now start preparing the hostages. Have the men start to link all the devices to my control." Without waiting for a reply, he walked out of his small office space, which wasn't much in the warehouse. He began to walk up the stairs that would allow him on top of the warehouse and as he did, he took notice of his men beginning to move the hostages into the middle of the warehouse and sat them upon multiple home made bombs. In his mind he thought, This will be a dark day for Corellia... Walking through the door to stand on top of the warehouse that overlooked the busy streets of Coronet City. They were for the most part empty and lifeless at this point in time. Not for long. Slowly looking down at his Chrono, he realized that soon the streets would be crawling with civilians. (1)

Teagaar walked through his office in the small and hidden bunker for the Freedom Alliance. His mind wondered if it was really a wise move for them to move the fleet, let alone begin their operation the take cargo from both sides this early in the game. How long before the Jedi and those damned Sith get involved if we keep this up. General Orvek and General Lakeai are going made if they think we can handle them in the game this early. Teagaar lowered his head in some form of defeat as he pushed his thoughts aside. Now wasn't the time for a general to worry about things out of his control. He needed to work on getting the armor and weapons of the Freedom Alliance upgraded, and fast.

A small Sureggi Battlecruiser waited out on the outskirts of Naboo for a scheduled cargo cruiser to make it's run. As if on clock work, the cruiser appeared out of hyperspace where the Sureggi Battlecruiser was waiting for it's prey. Giving it no time to react, the Freedom Alliance cruiser quickly made it's jump, locking the Cargo cruiser it is tractorbeam. Not wanting to give the Republic's cargo vessel any time to call for aide, the Sureggi Battlecruiser quickly sent it's Freedom Alliance Commandos over to board and take it's cargo. After the FAC's had completed their assignment, they made their way back to the Sureggi Battlecruiser, and the then ship blasted it's way into hyperspace to join the home fleet.

Deep on the outskirts of Cardia, a Freedom Alliance Sureggi Battlecruiser waited for a cargo vessel to pull out of hyperspace. Upon arrival, the cargo vessel was quickly held down by a tractorbeam, and then boarded. While the vessel did carry some imperial storm troopers, they were unprepared and unmatched for the coming Freedom Alliance commandos. The FAC's were able to neutralize the storm troopers without only a small minor wound to one of their own. After the FAC's had handled what resistance there was, they quickly moved fast to take all Bacta, Weapons, and all other sorts of needs they were carrying for the imperials world. After they FAC's made it back with the goods, they left and jumped back into hyperspace towards their home fleet. After the Freedom Alliance left, the crew of cargo vessel felt so embarrassed at their defeat, they set the ship for self-destruct and abandoned the ship to make it look less like a blue milk run.

We go to a special report as our reporter in the field, Jyan Hursut, with a a report on missing ships. Jyan? Thank you Karn. Recently we have discovered reports of pirates and smugglers and other independent pilots who, after having a conflict of some sort within the Sluis Sector, were unable to find any part of their ship after they went back to recover it a few days later. Most of these pilots are blaming the Freedom Alliance for their loses, and claiming that both government parties should be doing more to settle this outbreak. "I mean, who else would want to steal parts to ships but a rogue group who wants to be heard? I feel its ignorance on both parties to sit by and do nothing against or for them. Next we'll probably see a blockade of some sort if no form of government is willing to acknowledge them." And with these forms of 'disappearing ships' so far away from the Mytaranor Sector, has some wondering if it is the Freedom Alliance, then they must have allies of some sort. Neither government has issued a formal reason for why these ships keep disappearing, leaving the rest of the galaxy to wonder if the threat of the Freedom Alliance is still a very real one. Jyan Hursut, reporting live from Praesitlyn. Thank you Jyan. We promise to keep you informed as new information regarding both the Freedom Alliance threat and the New War of Republic and Empire. Karn Jensara with Holonet News, have a good day.

Over the past few months, quietly and undetected from others, small pockets of Wookiee villages began to make underground resistance cell. Over a period of time, they began to build small fortresses, strong enough to repel any ground force from a frontal assault. As they did, they collected any form of knowledge of what local bases looked like and what they were armed with from what the scouts could tell. As the information was collected, they would send it out to their General, Teagaar, giving him first hand information on what Black Sun was doing on their planet. The Wookiee's day of reckoning would come soon, and it would not be a pretty sight for those who have failed the Wookiees or disrespected them in the past...

Teagaar sat in a chair at a table that held a holoprojector on it. It recorded his movements down, as it recorded his allies as well. To his right sat a Mon Calamari general who looked worried that meeting like this was a mistake. To his right sat a Bothan general who held a confidence which came off as cocky. Sitting next to him was a Sluissi general, who he was unable to get a reading off of. And finally to Teagaar's left sat a Twe'lek general who much like the Sluissi, he was unable to get a read off of him. The discussion at hand was on the security of the Freedom Alliance, and the fleet that was under way. "I don't care what our spy network says, I say our fleet is still the safest on the outskirts of Mon Calamari." It was the Twi'lek general named Vorn Lakeai who made his point. Teagaar paused and waited for someone else of the group to speak before he jumped in. "With Imperial and Republic forces crawling all over each other during this war, I doubt our small shipyard can remain hidden for long. If either side finds it, they will waste little time in destroying it. No side wants a fleet being constructed that can take them on." It was the Bothan general named Kiye Forlen. Teagaar once again waited. After some time of nothing being said, he took his turn to speak up. << Putting the fleet at risk is clearly a bad idea, especially since we still need it to make our mark. I would say that we move it to a place that has long since been forgotten to both sides. General Orvek has already given us a chance to move the shipyard to his home planet of Sluis Van, and if he is still willing, I find that it will be a safe and secure location for us to continue building our fleet. >> Whether or not they all had agreed to it or not, it seemed to have been to only logical move they could make. Teagaar thought that it was all done, until Horen Veale, the general from Mon Calamari spoke up. "What is the general feel for our movement towards the Core? I saw that the Empire blew us off as if we were nothing." << That's because they believe it only to be made up of Wookiees, which will soon be the downfall of the Empire. Ignorance has always been a weakness of theirs. But you also have to remember that the New Republic has yet to make any gesture towards us either. They least of all should know the power of diplomacy, which seems to have been forgotten after so many years of war against the Empire. >> "And what of your Jedi leadership you made a move for? What has he decided to do with us?" It was General Orvek that brought up the point, to which Teagaar hesitated to respond to. He wasn't sure Kirlocca had thought of them, or what impression they even had on him. << He has made no outward comment about it. He was also pushed off of Corellia to hunt down Sly Stevenson without his apprentice. I believe Sly is a former Jedi. >> "...Sir..." Teagaar turned around to see Ottan, one of the humans from Corellia who worked closely with him on the planet standing off next to two Wookiee commandos. Once Teagaar made it clear for him to speak, he mustered up the courage to do so. "Many reports have come back that people are asking about the Freedom Alliance." << Good, go out and meet them. If they seem valid, send them to us. >> Teagaar turned around to see that all of the other Generals have turned off their holoprojectors, leaving Teagaar alone. He now had his full attention to devote to getting the weapons created and troops trained.

I've dropped the one angle with this character because it became to hard to keep up with things. I am attempting to give it a try in a different direction.

Holden slightly moved his body to look out at the planet, but there was no inspiration that came from it. He ended up turning his body back towards his dad. "So...everyone can feel the force?" Holden watched as his dad made a face that he did not recognize and then his dad spoke up to him. "...No...Only those who are gifted with enough midi-chlorians can feel and hear the will of the force." Holden nodded his head, although he did not fully understand. "...midi-colrans?..." Holden kept the same face as before, while his dad changed his face again, this time to a searching looking. "Midi-chlorians are tiny things within your body, which connect you to the force. They are inside all living beings, but only few are gifted with enough of them to hear the will of the force." Holden turned his head to look out the view port, where he was meet with the same less inspiring planet of Nar Shaddaa. "...So what does all this mean?"

Holden stared out a view port that was overlooking Nar Shaddaa. He felt something stir within himself, a feeling he felt only a few times before, but it was coming in loud and clear to him. He could feel something similar to a whispering wind within himself. He felt a strange calm come over him. A driod walked by him and it made the three year old turn his head to see what he was doing. After he saw that it was nothing important, he turned his head back around to the view port and waited as best as he could for his dad to return.

Holden slowly moved around the room. He had woken up with the landing of the vessel on the planet, he didn't even remember pulling out of hyperspace. He climbed up to the ledge where a view port was so he could see outside, mainly because he was curious about the planet his dad had taken him too. A frown came to Holden's face. They were back at the same old place as before. Holden climbed back down and left the quarters that his dad had told him to remain in. It was that he was disobedient, just curious about the ship as a whole. He started to walk around towards the lower sections of the ship, only because he had already been on the bridge.

((Sorry for in essence the double post, but I am seeing if I have access to the RP.)) Holden found himself alone in the captains quarters. Feeling unsure of what he should do, he sat very still on the bed and just stared at the door, hoping that it would will his dad back. To Holden's surprise, after to what seemed like an hour to him, his dad walked back into the room. Holden put on his best boyish smile as his dad walked towards him. "I'm glad to see you're up." Holden was about to make a reply when he felt a lurch in the ship. His dad had told him that because it was an old ship, it would make funny sounds, and Holden recognized that one. "We're moving again?" His dad gave him a regretful look before he responded. "Yes bud, we need to find a crew that's a bit more...independent then this droid crew that we have." Holden paused for a moment to think about what his dad said. "Am I m-da-pen-ant?" His dad let out some sort of noise that Holden did not catch. "Yes buddy, you are." Holden looked out at the view port to see the stars flash by. Slowly a disappointed look came to his face. "Don't worry bud, soon we will arrive at our next destination." Holden looked at his dad and put on his half smile before he return his gaze to the stars.

HIROLAAH'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Hirolaah A.K.A: Homeworld: Kashyyyk Species: Wookiee Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 24 Height: 2.2 Meters Weight: 290 lbs Fur: Dark Brown with spots of Black and Light Brown Eyes: Black Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Ammo Belt across his chest Weapon: Ryyk kerarthorr, Ryyk, Wookiee Side-Arm, Bowcaster Common Inventory: Faction Information [!factn] Non-Force User Alignment: Good Current Faction Affiliation: Independent Current Faction Rank: Wookiee Warrior History: [!hstry] Force Side: Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Xaczik, Wrruushi (Wookiee Only Fighting Style), Melee Proficiency Background: Hirolaah was a young General for Teagaar during the Freedom Alliance, but left after Teagaar made a clear move from political movement to pure terrorism. He made his way back to Kashyyk where he pleaded with the Council to push favor to bring back Kirlocca as a chieftain, and reopen talks with the Republic to keep their situation from getting any worse. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: Class: Model: Manufacturer: Length: Armaments: Armor: Anti-Personnel Defenses: Appearance: Modifications: