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He could return this way possibly if he's already been here.Deciding upon his thoughts Rauschenberg heads back to his ship and decides to make camp for a short time to see if Bles comes back to Kashyyyk. From the stains it seemed he had an affinity for killing wookies. Being one himself Rauschenberg did not like this, but he did not even consider himself a wookie anymore as he was orphaned and then only helped by a human family who took him to Corellia to live with them. Maybe all the wookies needed to suffer.

 

Confusion overcomes him, and Rauschenberg decides to bury his animosity for the time. Seeds of revenge had suddenly been planted within his massive being. He would do well to take them out on Bles.

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A orange Action IV Transport comes out of hyperspace above Kashyyyk. To onlookers, it was a regular transport designed to shuttle cargo from planet to planet peacefully and quickly. They were right in an instance. It did shuttle cargo from planet to planet. But not peacefully. And hiden beaneath a plate, were weapons designed to take down any ship that got in its way.

 

The Doshans Claw speedily made its way down to the forests of the Wookie home planet. Its pilot Viper, a male human, could see a YT-1300 had made its berth where the Claw had made its own home earlier. The pilot contacts his master.

 

"Master Doshan, there is a ship sitting on our earlier platofrm. Please advise."

 

BLesopens his orange eyes and stares at the cieling. He knew what he wanted to do and what he shoulddo were two different things. The smart Bounty Hunter in him knew to make berth somewhere else, while the Doshan in him wanted to land on the other craft. The Doshan he was, won over. The green skinned lizard walks over a com unit on the sideof the wall and sends his decision to the pilot.

 

"Land her right on top of the craft. Then lower the ramp and let me meet our doormat."

 

Bles grabs his Bowcaster and attatches his blades to his belt. He walks to the altar and grabs his knife before sheathing it in its appropriate place. He walks to the ramp just as it has begun to lower. He could the marking of a YT-1300 craft beneath them. He knew this might mean trouble if the pilot was the same as the owner of the YT-1300 that Bossk had known. He arms his bowcaster and cocks back the string. No mere human would be able to accomplish this task. Only one with Wookie strength could do it. The Doshan was easily ableto acomplish this feat.

 

He steps on top of the YT-1300 and jumps down to the landing ramp. He aims the bowcaster right into the heart of the ship and calls out.

 

"Whoever is inside this ship better come out before I start shooting."

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Relaxing in his own quarters, a sudden jolt lurks through the ship. A creaking of metal can be heard through the ceiling. Startled Ruaschenberg leaps up from his seat, and attachs the few pieces of his armor he had taken off. Grabbing his staff, and arming his bowcaster, he hears a voice call out.

 

"Whoever is inside the ship better come out before I start shooting."

 

The typical arrogance only another bounty hunter would exude. Walking to the top hatch, he could hear muttering of whomever it was on top talking to someone else. Obviously this was not the way to go. Opening the bottom hatch the wookie paced gradually out and down checking in all directions for any enemies.

 

Slowly backing out from underneath the ship so as to see on top, Rauschenberg is in the shadow of a much larger cruiser than his YT-1300. Action IV Transport to be exact. On top was the Doshan Bles Trium to the wookies surprise. With a fierce growl Rauschenberg climbs the ship and in an instant is on top of the craft facing the surprised Doshan who had expected him to come out of the top hatch. Bounty hunters were not easily surprised, and he could tell that Bles quickly regained his element and was on the offensive seconds later. "What a surprise, my bounty comes to me," snears Rauschenbergs with a small smile curling out of the corner of his mouth. Clicking his staff in some unknown rythm on the ships roof he aims his bowcaster at the Doshan. "What do you want!" yelled the wookie.

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When Bles saw it was a Wookie who he had landed on, his lips curled into anger. A Wookie had taken his spot and called him a bounty. More than enough insult to kill him. Being a wookie was the prime reason, and the second reason was thinking he was good enough to bring him in for a price.

 

Bles fires a boltof green energy at the Wookie before drooping it and leaping at him. Every muscle in his body was wound for this fight. The chance to kill another bounty hunter, a Wookie even more, would incredibly boost his score with the Scorekeeper. Bles eyes were watching eveyr move the Wookie made. He tackles the larger Wookie to the ground and pins him by shoving his claws deep into Wookie flesh.

 

"Tell me Wookie, which piece of slime put the bounty on my head? I am betting it was that worm, Ob Ordeena wasnt it. And how much am I worth to you? Your life?"

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Pain was all the wookie felt, but he pushed it out. For some reason he could do strange things as such in times of detriment. "It is of no concern to you Doshan who hired me for the bounty on you! I have seen stains of wookie blood painthing this planets surface, and I know you're responsible for them!" The wookie growled as the Doshan sank his claws deeper into his flesh.

 

With a roar he pushed the orange eyed creature off. Quickly bringing himself to one knee the wookie takes a shot with his bowcaster at the Doshan who narrowly dodges it. Rauschenberg picks up his staff, and clicks a small button in the middle and on either end of the staff pops out two electrified spear heads. He stands still as the Doshan recovers from his roll out of the way of the bowcaster shot. "It was an open priced deal, but now that I am here with you I would have done if for free and for pleasure." He leaps at the Doshan twirling his spear ended staff.

 

The Doshan catches one of the ends, and sends the wookie past him with his own momentum. The staff bounces over and teeters on the side of the Corellian cruiser. The wookie looks back in discust after he rolls to catch his fall.

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The orange eyes lizard watched every twirl of the staff as it went over the side of the yacht. He knew some Wookie would find it later and probably kill themselves with it. He turns back to the Wookie to rolls to catch himself. This Wookie had promise as a bounty hunter. It would be a shame to waste a partner who was as strong as him, but not as smart.

 

"I see you have some promise as a hunter. Since I easily haver a chance to kill you here, I would like to offer you a way out of death. Become my partner in the ways of the Hunter, and I will teach you some things. If you choose notto oblige with my offer, your death will be slow and painful. I can promise you that Wookie."

 

The Doshan drops to a knee and picks up his uncocked bowcaster. Bythetime he was at his full height again, it was locked, cocked, and readyto rock against the hairy beast should he be trouble.

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Rauschenberg looks down at the ground, and slowly back up as he was deep in thought with the ultimatum that Bles had just given him. Slowly he stood and walked over to the side of the ship with Bles watching him all the way. He leaned over and picked up his spear tipped staff. Walking slowly back over to Bles as if he had a huge weight on his shoulders, he said "I accept your offer, perhaps I have much to learn."

 

With that a devilish smile spread across the Doshans face to the fact that he had some fresh meat to train up. Rauschenberg in turn leaned his head down and began to chuckle. How phickle we can be he thought. One minute mortal enemies, next minute partners.

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"Good, grab the equipment you need off your ship and meet me on mine. We are heading to Tattooine. And hurry up."

 

Bles climbs back up the ramp and heads to his cockpit. The Doshan finds viper and Falcon, and tells them they will be sleepign in the same room for awhile, since they are havingguests. Viper nods and grabs what precious things he has and mvoes them into the room with the female Twi'lek. Bles heads tothe cockpit and inputs the coordinates for the desert planet. He awaits the arrival of his newpartner.

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Having a new found sense of urgency Rauschenberg enters his ship as the Doshan enters his, and gathers his small droid HD, and a few other trinkets aside from his weaponry.

 

Shutting the ships internal computer and systems down he exits and growls his commands that the recognizes as the only commands for deactivation. With a long slow buzz the ship powers down goes silent, and locks up. Rauschenberg hops on top and enters the ordinary looking cruiser that belonged to Bles. Inside he found what looked to be quite a frightening exterior. Perfect for striking fear in the hearts of enemies and prey. Leaving his things just inside the hatch, Rauschenberg shuts and locks it After looking around for a few moments he eventually finds his way to the bridge where Bles is inputing coordinates. "Ready to go," he growls to Bles.

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Deep within the forest of Kashyyyk seeds of good and light were cast. The body of a master lay on a wooden table, three wookiee women over it. Chants and energy could be felt throughout as the wookiees continue their resurrection.

 

Just as he had died saving the galaxy he would be re-born. With the same eyeless, jawless body; he would be re-born. One of the most powerful Jedi was being cast back into life. His body unchanged, his force abilities increased. Born again under these conditions the Jedi was now more powerful then ever.

 

A mask made of bone and wood now covered his face. The mask sealed to his face, he could now only speak using the force and the bottom of the mask as a jaw. His eyes however would not be replaced, he would see with the force. The wookiee Jedi before you had become almost one with the force. He relied on on it and therefore had un heard of control of it.

 

As the chants and casts began to slow the body began to move. Rising slowly it gasped for air as it leaned up

 

TARES!

 

He screamed as he awoke, unknowlying not on Mimban anymore the Jedi shook his head and put his hands on his new mask. This would be his face. In place of his eyes were a tinted glass much like two black marbles. They changed to the color white upon the Jedi's force move, but were black unless that occurred. The wookiee witches continued work on the special robe for the resurrected Master. The robe was dark black and held three lightsabers, it had been cast to blend in with backgrounds. It could even block out his force presence from lesser force users.

 

The robe would cover the Jedi from head to toe. No longer could his wookiee fur be seen. Only his wookiee size remained, with the mask and robes from head to toe. BC stepped up and awaited the completion of his resurrection. As the light witches finished he thanked them. They gave him a small satchel filled with essence of the forest as he departed.

 

Everything he needed was given back to him and a ship was waiting for him on a docking bay high above the Kashyyyk floor.

 

Excellent now I go.

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*Luvinnia smiled at the Imperial in charge.*

 

"It's something that you might enjoy. There is some wild thing running around killing my people...find it and kill it for me. That is all."

 

*Luvinnia turned and saw the wookiee master get up. He began to walk away, so she ran aftre him quickly.*

 

"Wait.. Master jedi..I have a request for you."

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Through the thick jungles of the Kashyyyk, a brown, shambling figure plows through the the foliage. A large Wookie, with it's long, stretched face and steady, methodical step makes his way towards a predetermined location, ready to carry out it's task.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Evan nods to the Wookie princess and headed out. He turns to David outside the hutt.

 

"Pvt. Shimenski, take 15 stormtroopers and a Wookie guide. Find that creaturethat is killingWooies and kill it. I want its head on my desk in five hours or less. Do you copy?"

 

Evan turns and mounts another Maru. He and david head backtothe base. The Colonel lets David organize the search party while he goes and organizes the construction of the base.

 

"Ok, I want youtwo Wookies to take 15 Stormtroopers and show them around the jungle making sure they remember each part of it. They teach them how to fight effectively from the trees and the ground of the jungle."

 

The Wookies roar affirmative and take the men to be taught. Evan then begins to help with the construction.

 

"MacLeod, keep two defenders over David and his crew, and two over top of my men being trained by the Wookies."

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"Yes Sir."

 

Shimenski returned to camp and rounded up his unit and got everybody equiped. He then left the base with his unit is close persuit. They entered the forest with the guild and Shimenski on point. Shimenski looked up at all of the tall trees. This is the perfect spot to be ambushed.

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The shambling Wookie finds a hiding spot in the thick canopy, practically invisible from above and below, hearing people approach his general area. Processing the best thing to do in this situation, it draws out it's weapon, aiming it up and establishing a lock on his target. The shambling beast closes a finger around the trigger, waiting for just the right moment to execute his attack.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Evan stands watch as his soldiers and workers construct the hangar and barracks. A lowlyprivate walksup to the Colonel.

 

Evan could remember his days as a private. His first real assignment had been to check the Smugglers Moon. That dayu would stick with him forever. That was the day he had been assigned to Venom division and soon took control.

 

"Sir, the barracks and hangar have been finshed."

 

"Dismissed."

 

The Elite Venom Trooper watches asthe men go into the barracks and rest. they all deserved it for putting it up so quickly. Evan walks to a com station and sends a com to MacLeod.

 

"Your man can now land, refueld and break whenever needed Lt."

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Looming overhead, a large diamond of durasteel appeared just outside the scanners of the two Imperial IIs guarding the planetoid of Kashyyyk.

 

Loudly, the Imperial March boomed across the ship-wide speakers, as a small entourage of men crowded a hallway. The Admiral, as he now referred to himself, walked flanked by Stormtroopers, a pair of Noghri bodyguards and a small troop of Officers.

 

Approaching the onboard Hangar bay, a small Lambda class shuttle descended from the Charybdis' belly. The small vessel piloted by the elite personal pilot of the Admiral came down into the newly constructed Hangar bay facility.

 

As the boarding ramp descended, Phillep managed a smile. "Yes... I knew I did the right thing."

 

The Interdictor hovered around the planet joining her sisters, while an Honor Guard escorted Lt. MacLeod and his men to the ground.

 

Stepping outside to observe the recent construction, Phillep scanned for Corporal Kerry,

 

"Corporal, it is about time, you are rewarded for your actions. I decided to come see your progress personally and I might add, I am impressed. Did you begin training your soldiers for battle in a jungle environment, this is as good a time as any. Ah, yes and before I forget, a medal and a promotion, consider yourself a High Colonel and entitled to all the benefits included by such a promotion, including a fifty percent salary hike and the Cerberus."

 

Phillep remained in his Officer's dress, a new set of stripes adorning his shoulder marking him the new rank of Grand Admiral of the Imperial War Machine.

 

A part of his entourage fussing over the new High Colonel Kerry's uniform, adorning him the stripes and displaying it like a group of pansy interior decorators and fashion designers often do.

 

"I really do need to get a new entourage... These guys just give off a whole poor image of the Imperials..."

 

The joke fell on deaf ears, as most infantrymen, Kerry lacked a sense of humor.

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*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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Macleod and his elite squadron touched down. This operation seemed to be a success, though at the back of his mind he felt something. He dismissed it as imagination, his ability steered him wrong as often as it did right.

 

The stench of this planet is unbearable. Working with such feral creatures is hardly up to Imperial standards.

 

But he knew how to follow orders. The lieutenant hopped out of is Defender, just in time to observe the proceedings. He removed his helmet and stood at attention, watching a new High Colonel emerge.

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"I will fight these Rebels face to face and I'll break them with my bare hands."

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"Ah, Lt. MacLeod, welcome to the moist, wild lands of Kashyyyk. Your actions did not go unnoticed, I am afraid."

 

As Phillep snapped his fingers, a pair of the pansy entourage Imperials, rushed forwards revealing a uniform with a number of stripes on it,

 

"Lt., consider yourself now, Colonel of the Imperial Air Corps. The full extent of our Fighter divisions are under your direct command. Of course, you remain with your elite squadron of men, upon your whim all Defenders respond to you. Such an air of superiority also includes a mobile base of operations, the second Imperial II, the Relentless."

 

Extending his hand to congratulate two of his best and brightest Officers, Phillep called for a bottle of brandy, which was instantly produced.

 

"Now, gentlemen, let us proceed to the indoors... This wilderness annoys me."

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Within the sanctity of closed doors, Phillep began to speak, "Colonels, I trust everything is going according to plan? Dissension amongst the wookiees is minimal at best?"

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*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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The Wookie waits until the Imperial force leaves, then slowly follows behind them at a safe distance.

 

Analyzing the sounds coming up ahead, the Wookie stakes out beyond the edge of the Imperial base, taking to the trees, doing its best to avoid detection. Scanning ahead with it's cold, almost metallic eyes, the Wookie decides to act.

 

He pulls the trigger and a large, explosive tipped rocket with enough firepower on it to take down a good sized armored space ship, streaks across the sky. Aiming it with seeming randomness into the crowd of collected imperials, the targetted, heat seeking rocket locked onto the TIE Defender of Lieutenant Macleod.

 

As he fires, the Wookie growls out in his harsh language, translated as "Long live the Rebellion! Long live Queen Luvinnia and the Jedi!"

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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High Colonel Evan sips brandy as he listens to Phillep tell old war stories. The newly appiointed commander of ground forces'sears perks up as he ears something. He stands and soon leaps onto the Admiral and Colonel shoving them to the ground just in time. An explosuion rocks the base as the ArWing goes up in flames. Evan looks out the doors and through the smoke, he could make a form waving its arms through the air praising its work. He could make out its rebellious call and turns to the Admiral.

 

"Sir, I think we have been betrayed. I am requesting an entire battalion stationed down here with full artillery back up."

 

The High Colonel grabs his armor and straps it on overtop of his uniform. He wouldpick up another and new stripes when he got back to his SD. He grabs two blaster pistols and an E-11 blaster rifle.

 

"Venom Troopers, grab your weapons and armor and rendevouz with me at this location. I want 25 Stormtroopers following me now. MacLeod, could you scan the trees with your defenders and paint us an area to shoot at."

 

Evan marches intothe jungle with his Stormies and his Venom Trooperspreparing for battle.

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Macleod felt a strong buzz in the back of his brain. It was how he always received a warning. And that type of feeling was never wrong. Without hesitation, he jumped forward, expecting a wookiee ambush, or another capture and ransom attempt. But all he felt was intense burning at his back, and a sudden silence. He woke up seconds later as he tumbled down a hill. He lay in agony. Macleod knew what had happened, something had exploded. His ears rung as other Imperials scrambled.

 

Macleod struggled to his knees. His back hurt like hell, and was tender to the touch. He didn't want to know what it looked like. Still deaf, he opened his comm, hoping it still worked, and not being able to hear a reply he wouldn't know for sure.

 

"All fighters secure the area, and wait for further orders. Unless the Grand Admiral says differently, waste the area at any sign of hostility."

 

Macleod still had no clue what had happened but he wasn't taking any chances. The members of his squadron not present at the ceremony took to the air, flying to the quordinates. They flew low.

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"I will fight these Rebels face to face and I'll break them with my bare hands."

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Phillep managed a smile as he rose from the ground, "No... I suppose dissension is not minimal at best."

 

From high atop the skies, a scan of the area picked up the heat signature of a personal vessel erupting into flames. As the masterful hands of the Imperial officers on the bridge pinpointed the location, a warning siren blared across the three vessels. The signal meant the release of infantry, a compliment of 300 Stormtroopers emerged within Heavy Transports, from the Charybdis alone. The troopers under Kerry's command upon arrival.

 

The Transport ships quickly met the distance from space to the surface of the base with record Imperial efficiency.

 

The entourage surrounded the Imperial Grand Admiral, fifteen troopers, the worthless officers and the two Noghri bodyguards, with a safe distance from him, forming a human wall. The Admiral and his men quickly made their way within the bunker walls, safe from any other foolish wookiee attack.

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--Holo to the Rebel Alliance--

*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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The explosion does massive damage, setting afire a row of TIE fighters. The pride of the Imperials, Commander Phillip, is flung like a rag doll by the force of the explosion and slammed into a wall, ending up with a concussion, and a bad headache when he awakes- but otherwise fine. Macleod, suffering burns all, recovered enough to function, despite being near the heart of the impact crator. Around them, a half dozen storm troopers, lined in formation, are dismembered by the blast. Dozens more suffer various injuries, ranging from minor bruises and cuts to life threatening, but, with proper care, they will survive.

 

The Wookie, throws himself out of the trees, having failed in its target. Running through its programs for one last time, evalutating its options.

 

With a yell of "Forgive me my queen! I have failed! For freedom!" the heavy body hurtles downward, holding a thermal detonator. Landing into a crowd of storm troopers, the Wookie detonates, taking out several low level troopers, and turning himself into subatomic dust, leaving no trace of his passing, save the awful destruction he sowed on the imperials.

In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.

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Phillep felt the slight sensation of a thud, a hard surface against his face, the rather uncomfortable position, slightly disfiguring his face. Breaking his nose, nothing too serious, even the bleeding was little to none.

 

The slight buzzing in his head was not all that bad either, the worst of the damage was a broken bottle of brandy.

 

When his eyes turned he saw the thermal detonator's explosion, marginally upset not being able to dismember or skin the wookiee personally. The wookiee's words, however, were sign enough of the civil war that would engulf Kashyyyk soon enough.

 

As the dismembered were quickly recovered and disposed of, the survivors were grouped up and Phillep, personally returned to his vessel, issuing one last order before boarding.

 

"Officers, waste this planet. I don't much care for the walking carpets."

 

The small Lambda rose from the surface and made it's way towards the Charybdis, relatively unscathed, minus the burn marks. The Interdictor's power was started up. This planet would be destroyed and no interference would come from the Wookiee's allies.

 

A Comm was sent to Kerry's men on the ground, "Bring me the Wookiee Princess, however... I would like for her to see the remains of her precious Kashyyyk from aboard my ship."

 

A highly encrypted Comm made its way across the galaxy to Coruscant, an Imperial Order.

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*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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*Luvinnia stood out, and looked on as Imperial forces landed and did what not. She then shook her furry head.*

 

Why can't they just leave us alone. Oh yes I remember now..inferior beings attack what they fear.

 

*She shook her head agian and looked on. She began to get a wierd feeling about the Imperials when one of her gaurds shouted at her.*

 

"Your hignness, Governor Jorrai has demanded that he speak to you about how your father would have handled things again."

 

My father is a jedi...I am only force sensitive.

 

"Comming."

 

*She turned and let her gaurd lead her into her comm room, as he explained how she should talk her way out of this one.*

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Phillep smiled maliciously as three more following arrowheads of durasteel appeared, blinking out of hyperspace into realspace off port. "Now, we play."

 

The three massive vessels made their way towards their fellow Imperial durasteel arrowheads, the massive Super Star Destroyer, the Tiamat, forboding of the oncoming demise. Equally dark and symbolizing of the onslaught were the Byss, the Korriban, the Cerberus and the Relentless.

 

Separated from her fellow ships, the Charybdis filtered her massive power, the vibrations spreading across the hull of the Interdictor could mean only one thing. An Interdiction Field.

 

The blanket overlapping the system of Kashyyyk, preventing a single fighter from entering or exiting from hyperspace.

 

As Phillep stared down at the forested world, the small area of grey, marking the Imperial base. "She was pretty, but now... they must die."

 

Turning around to face one of his Chief gunners, "Tell me, what do you get when you mix Turbolasers, a giant forest and Wookiees?"

 

The officer replying with a blank stare and a shrug, still not accustomed to Phillep's eccentricities, "A very large barbecue."

 

A slight laugh to appear as if he was not in disagreement, turning, rolling his eyes and concentrating on the computer consoles. "Admiral, the Charybdis has initiated her Interdiction field. The Tiamat, Byss, Korriban, Cerberus and Relentless are ready to fire upon your orders."

 

The smile that stretched across his face was rivaled by few in the galaxy in its pure evil... "Good, release the Defenders."

 

An unmistakable swarm of Defenders unleashed themselves from the five capital ships. "Raze the planet to embers."

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*Raiden's ass appeared on the monitors again, only this time with a smiley face drawn on it.*

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