Carida

[Capt. Phillep]

The Commander smirked, "I see, soldier, however, you'd have to take point." It was a policy to make up-starts lead, in any case, those that dared ask questions had some capacity with leadership, hence they were ballsy.

 

"The Armory is over there, soldier, load up accordingly. And arm up your squad with any ordinance you see fit."

 

Of the less rough recruits that passed the first level of training, Goeth was give four, and the opposition was a series of Battle Droids and Droidekas, relics from several previous generations, but still effective for the means of basic training...

[Amon Goeth]

"Perfect."

 

Goeth turned on his heel, motioning over the four recruits that he would be leading in this exercise. Without saying a word he led them over into the armory. His eyes scanned the various weapons inside, his mind abuzz over the best combination to use against a group of droids. Unsure of what kind they would be up against he chose a nice variety for each soldier. Each was assigned a side arm and a head set first off. Unsure of the exact skill of each he let them choose their own main weapon; it was good to at least him them comfortable with the weapon they would be using, as it might just well be the last weapon they ever use.

 

They would be the aggressor in this mission. Their goal was to take the base that the droids were inhabiting and guarding. It sounded simple enough sure, but Goeth knew just how hard it was to take the higher ground away from something as cold and merciless as a droid. Of course, when foes had tried to take such ground from him he had been just as effective. Placing a few choice gernades on his belt he motioned for each of the others to follow him.

 

And so it began. They five moved through the underbrush outside of the compound they were to take. The sun was fading in the distance and soon they would have to equip their nightvision goggles. The perimeter was lightly guarded with only a few super battle droids. Older models, yes, but still highly effective. Goeth extended a single finger from the recruit holding the powerful silenced rifle and pointed to the droids chest. They had to take him out before he could get out a distress signal. Meaning that had one chance to silence him, considering how fast a droid could process danger and send out a com...

 

The bolt pierced his chest, dropping him to the ground in an instant. In the next few seconds three of the men moved towards the left, while Goeth and the figure with the rifle in hand moved the other way. The guards were down in less the two minutes. They made it up over the gate, flipping on their nightvision as they did. The world exploded into green shadows. Two charges were set on the door in silence, as they took cover the door was blown clean off its hinges.

 

Switching his single fire weapon onto riot mode, Amon slipped through the door squeezing the trigger down and watching the six shots erupt from the same point. Two droids fell in a heap to the ground as two droideka's rounded the corner. Without a second thought Amon and three of his soldiers slipped around the corner. The last took a second to long and almost got himself killed. Luckily the shot only grazed him as the rest pulled him around the corner.

 

Amon pulled out one of his grenades and tossed it around the corner. Mentally counting off the seconds he waited for five seconds then moved back into the hallway. The ion charged nade had taken the droideka's out without issue. Casting a stony gaze back on the member with the seared arm he thought over what to do. This one would present a problem if he was not careful, but for now they would continue on.

 

It took a total of five minutes for them to reach the main control room, the entire time spent dodging blaster fire from various droids as the alarm had been set off. Everything was going according to plan as the final fire fight in the control room was starting to fade away. Amon felt the heat of pure energy pass his ear, causing him to dive to the side and level his weapon at the figure that had fired. The last droid was taken out as he realized the same figure that had been injured had just narrowly missed blasting him in back of the head.

 

"God damn you idiot!"

 

Amon quickly stood up, flipping his weapon around and crushing in the side of the mans skull. He had throughly enraged him and now he got what he deserved. Flicking some of the blood off of his weapon he pulled out his commlink and sent a comm to the commanding officer.

 

"Mission complete."

[Capt. Phillep]

"Good. Return to base and rest, tommorow starts Simulation Training."

 

Infantry Simulation Training involved work with the artillery arsenals of the Empire, including AT-PTs, AT-ATs, AT-STs, and the newer Viper Automadons, amidst other systems.

 

The Simulations involved Classic Battles against the Rebellion, the New Republic and the Alliance, even some dating back to the days of the Old Republic and the birth of the Empire. It was a relatively safer way to test Recruits abilities with the heavy machinery, and if they proved capable, Live Weapons training with the real toys would follow, completing the Infantrymen's Basic Training, soon, appointments to locations across the Galaxy would follow.

[Sgt. Horus]

Horus woke up in his room, he felt groggy and stiff. His body ached in places he never knew could ache. Lifting his head, Horus realized what had happened. It all came back clear as day. His arms had been replaced with nano technology.

 

"Well I should test these out."

 

Horus grabbed the edge of the corner table by his bed and squeezed. The wood began to crack, till finally, Horus broke apiece off. He grinned with pleasure. He lifted his legs and placed them on the floor. These also felt a little different. He stood up, and went into a crouch. He felt his muscles tighten. Then he released them and jumped. His head brushed the ceiling.

 

"My legs, there're also replaced."

 

Horus was amazed s he ran around the room, his speed had increased noticeable. This was a welcomed trait. Now the chances of him becoming the greatest were better.

 

Horus sent a COMM to Capt. Phillip.

 

---COMM---

Captain, I have recovered and would like to know when I may resume my training.

---END COMM--

[Amon Goeth]

Goeth and the remaining three made their way back to the base at a leisurely pace. They had completed their mission and done as they were told, now they would clean up, get something to eat, and rest up for whatever the next day would hold. The night passed rather quickly, with Amon hitting the sack rather early like the night before.

 

Bright and early they were woken up and informed that today they would be working on Infantry Simulation training with some of the heavier machinery that the Empire had to offer. Amon quickly got dressed in his uniform and moved through the hallways towards the area where the simulators were. He had been given the choice of which battle he would like to recreate. He had never really studied this kind of things, but quickly decided on one of the few big battles he had heard stories of. Hoth.

 

Twenty minutes passed and everything was ready for them to begin. He had rarely used weapons such as these, but he would still prove effective with them. As the battle began and time progressed he used each walker to the best of their ability, having taken command of the mission itself. Explosions rang out all over the Rebel base, the final one brought down the hanger door trapping the remainder of the troops inside as the Empire lay waste to the base. Very few transports made it out of the base before that happened.

 

"Mission accomplished."

 

((forgive my lazy ass post, but yeah it works.))

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Phillep is elsewhere, so I'm using a proxy commander... but whatever works.

 

IC:

 

The Commander received the Comm and ordered Horus to take part in the exercise of the raid on Hoth, however, his perspective was different, he was a Snowtrooper in the front-lines.

 

And it would play out as such...

 

Tommorow, another round of live action training, with the Recruits joining forces against a small army of Battle Droids, assisted by Heavy Artillery and all in the jungles of Cardia...

[Amon Goeth]

The day was born anew and the enticing scent of blood had yet to fill the nostrils of the recruits that would be engaging in a live action training mission today. Today would be a good day, of this Goeth was sure. He wasted no time as he went through his morning procedures. In little under a half hour the recruits and Amon were ready to begin the operation.

 

Every soldier was outfitted with the proper gear, the proper gear being that which they were most proficient with. The great machines of war were in progress now, the groans and wirs of various assault vehicles and heavy support walkers could be heard all over the base, but that was not what most paid attention too. They could all hear them in the distance...they knew what was out there, the droids. Cold, killing machines that had been programmed to wipe their existence out completely.

 

Goeth had a rifle slung over his shoulder, choosing to hold back a bit and pick the enemy off one by one. Had they been sentient beings he would have taken much pleasure and starring through the scope of a high powered rifle, witnessing their last moments alive and the horror as the heard the report of his weapon. He was brought out of his thoughts by the commander, who was now speaking to them about their mission. Amon lit up a cigarette as he listened, taking in the information.

 

They had a good strategy going into combat, but it was not an overly creative one and would be shot down very quickly. Amon was curious if they had done this on purpose to throw off the recruits and really test how good they were when the combat got heated. Another way to separate the weak from the powerful. Pulling a cloud of smoke deep into his lungs from the death stick, he grunted to get the commanders attention.

 

"I got a suggestion. Lets not do something they will expect, ja? I suggest a form of guerrilla warfare. We have our main artelery in the field as if everything is normal, perhaps forming up to throw off the enemy. The ground units will be split up into smaller sections, given explosives to strap onto their walkers, then just let the sharpshooters take out the remainder of their units."

 

After a bit of planning and debating over exactly how to do this, a plan was finally devised and a few of the soldiers were re-equipped and given special tasks. And so it began, they moved out quickly heading to their designated positions and getting ready for the battle to come. Amon prepared a spot for himself in one of the higher trees and watched as the Walkers appeared in the distance. Flicking the butt of his death stick down to the ground he lifted his rifle and scanned over the droids army, taking note of positions and reporting them to others that would make note and put to use his information.

 

Dirt erupted as the first blast hit the ground. No men had died from it yet though, as they were to busy circling around to flank their foes. Amon took aim at one of the leading At-St's. It would be pointless to attempt to bring one down with the weapon he had, but there was a small opening in the front of each one for the driver to see out of. Taking advantage of this, he fired one of his explosive tipped rounds straight into the co-pilots skull. A few seconds later the head was blown away as the round had hit the controls, causing a chain reaction. A sadistic grin crossed his face as he noticed a chain of explosions all throughout their lines, various walkers being brought down as his radio erupted in chatter, people screaming orders back and forth.

 

He had arranged for those he had judged as to weak to take the battle to them and now was their time to prove themselves. If they failed they died, the ones that lived would be true soldiers in his eye. The battle lasted well over an hour as he continued to pick off droids from his concealed position. Finally the last droid went down...He had no idea how many soldiers had died, but that didn't matter to him at the moment.

 

((Didn't know if you wanted me to pause so he could be included in this one..but Whatever))

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Understood, I'd say yes... let's at least try.

 

IC:

The Commander watched the Recruits engage in the battle, overlooking each squad through his in-field proxies. This would be a good day, a bloody day... a day worth remembering. And those who became casualties would find the Cortosis Mines of Artus a fitting place to retire...

[Lord MacLeod]

Luke nodded to Jakon and to the other pilots that were assembled in the hanger bay. "Alright gentlemen, this is the mission. We are escorting an Imperial convoy to Hoth. It is comprised of one Dreadnaught heavy cruiser and two Carrack-class Light Cruisers.

 

Finally a Lancer-class Star Frigate will also be with us on this mission. Myself, I will be flying my own personal modified TIE Defender. The rest of you men are free to choose a starfighter of your own choice. then we will be dividing into three squadrons. I will hold command of two of the three squadrons. Jakon, you will command the last squadron.

 

Alright gentlemen, You have one hour before the squadrons meet at the meeting point. Dismissed!"

 

Luke turned and began to prep his ship for launch. He ran a full scan on his ship since he hadn't flown it in a long time, he wanted to be sure nothing had happened to it. After about half an hour the scan was completed, he found his ship to be running perfectly.

 

A full hour had passed and Luke climbed into his ship. He guided it out of the hanger and out into the air. His two sqadrons followed him up into space where they fell into guard position around the convoy.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Horus, given the break of your 3-day penalty, I'm allowing Goeth to post your actions in the next post. Similar things happen in RP, usually resulting in death or capture, especially if you're engaged in a duel. I'm sorry, but if you can't post more than once a week, you should let those around you know.

 

IC:

"Lt., how was the verdict of the Battle?"

 

"Casualties were within acceptable losses, approximately ten percent of class, fatalities were under six percent."

 

"Excellent. Any spectacular recruits, leadership potential?"

 

"A Private Goeth, sir, excellent work as a sniper. Possible advancement, perhaps."

 

"Good. Discuss his promotion and brief him on any of the impending new conflicts."

[Amon Goeth]

It had been a long day, but it was nearing an end. The battle field was covered in destroyed droids parts as well as dismembered bodies. Many trees and much of the grass has a fine layer of blood coating it. Someone would be out to scrounge up the still usable weapons some other time surely. Goeth's eyes scanned the field for any remaining units that he would have to take out, not finding any he decided to slip out of his position. His comlink crackled to life.

 

"Private Goeth, I'd like to speak with you."

 

"Yes Sir," Came his quick response in the same accented basic he always spoke.

 

He moved through the field with the rifle on his back and a blaster drawn just in case. He would hate to be caught with his pants down by some remaining droid when such a thing could so easily be avoided. The aged soldier arrived at the base camp and quickly found a Speeder bike to head back to the main camp on. Five minutes later he arrived and reported to the man that had summoned him.

 

"You wanted to speak with me, Sir?"

 

((Heh...*slightly lost on what to do* This should work though..))

[Capt. Phillep]

"Yes, Private, we are considering elevating you past your basic position in light of your recent success in the combat simulations. While a flesh-and-blood opposition is more adept to combat than the common droid enemies you've faced here at the Academy, your background shows experience in the field and with this experience, we've chosen to raise your rank to that of Squad Commander. Much like your present exercise, you'll receive command of a squadron of equally trained soldiers to lead a ground assault and reconnaisance team."

 

A series of images start showing up on a screen beneath the Commander, "This is your briefing on the Csilla operation. The Admiral and his allies have chosen to move into the Chiss homeworld and subjugate it. Taking both technologies and weaponries. You're team will be the pointmen in the attack, complemented by the four Imperial II Star Destroyers; the Chaos, the Anarchy, the Despair and the Crimson Exhaustion. Your squadron will be composed of Crimson Dawn super-soldiers and Advanced Stormtroopers, your orders are simple. Use whatever means neccessary to aid the Imperial subjugation."

 

((We'll move into Csilla soon.))

[Kijdic the Hutt]

Edited: Edited for alias purposes. I changed characters.

Edited February 2, 2007 by Guest

[Snowtropper]

The Imperial shutle landed at the acadmey in one of the smaller hangars. Barrek slowly got out of the shutle. No body else was in the hangar, he thought about walking out into to the base. It'd be rude of me to come in uninvited he thought, then again maybe the automated shutle was an invite. he was about to go open the hangar door when he rembered the Empire didn't take kind to trespasers, and for him that was a good enough reason to stay put. He smiled rembering how the Imperials forces wiped out the Rebel fleet. He knew that his time in service, would be anything but dull.

[Capt. Phillep]

The casual warm welcome of E-11 blaster muzzles trained at the sight of the newcomer, the faceless white morass of the casual Stormtrooper walking in the monotone sound of plasteel boots on duracrete floors. Then out of the whiteness echoed an individual voice, a facility Seargeant-Major, his own side-arm leveled at the man's head.

 

"Who the hell are you? New recruit?"

 

It was the casual warm welcome offered the new kids on the block, soon, he'd be moved into the re-training and re-education session, before shuffled into active duty.

 

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Meanwhile, Private Goeth was promoted to Lieutenant and ordered aboard a Troop Transport with his new unit, the strike team would move when the Admiral and his apprentices arrived... along with any other assistance the Sith Order offered.

[Snowtropper]

"Yes sir, Barrek Zett reporting for duty", replied Barrek. Not the worst welcome I've ever gotten thought Barrek rembering his trip on Endor. He then spoke again in a rather calm voice for someone with a blaster pointed right at their head, "now that you know who I am could you at least put your blaster away?"

[Capt. Phillep]

The Seargeant-Major lowered his side-arm, with his contingent following suit, "Good, you'll find a bunk in the Cadet Bunks, make yourself bloody comfortable. When you are ready, your Imperial training shall begin with rifle training, rest easy soldier, HELL'S GATES OPEN UP TOMMOROW!"

[Snowtropper]

"Yes sir Seargeant", Barrek yelled, then quickly jogged away. It wasn't too hard for him to find the bunks, the base was well structered and hard to get lost in. He set down his few possesion under the bunk, which included his blaster and his mandalorian armor. He then lied down on the bunk,I really hope I don't get put with the Radtroppers. He then fell into a dreamless sleep.

[Capt. Phillep]

Morning came, Goeth's Troop Transport was prepped with a number of other Troop Transports being prepared for the Dark Alliance, the Deception and the Lady Deathstrike and the Hellgate flagship.

 

Meanwhile, with morning, Barrek was awakened by the screeching voice of a Drill Seargeant, "Rifle and Hand to Hand Combat Training in ten standard galactic minutes, Maggots! Round up!"

 

The recruits would find themselves in front of a rifle range with E-11 blaster rifles and several Battle Droid targets on the opposing end, some under cover and others in action...

 

The orders were simple, "TAKE OUT AS MANY AS YOU CAN, SOLDIERS!"

[Snowtropper]

Once Barrek had been awakened by the voice of the Drill sergeant he quickly put on his armor and ran out to the firing range. He gripped the E-11 blaster rifle and took aim at one of the droids. He pulled down the trigger and watched the blaster bolts tear into it. They ripped open its chest plate and hit its power core causing it to go up in flames. He then saw another and fired at it, the blaster shot hit it's head reveling burned circuitry. The droid then fell down to the ground destroyed, Barrek looked for another target he noticed there were three other droids on the ground shot by the other cadets.

 

Two more, he thought, he then saw one droid slowly moving away from it's cover. He took aim and realsed a barrage of blaster fire on it, the fire turnde the doid into scrap and spare parts. He then looked for the last one where was, it came up from behind cover and started firing at Barrek. The blaster fire came at Barrek, he quickly ducked having the fire go right to where he was not but a second a go. Barrek didn't waste any more time for the droid to get a shot, he took aim and pulled down the trigger. The blaster bolts hit the droid and found it's powercore.

 

This caused the droid to explode from the insdie out spraying the ground with parts. Barrek sighed then got up and walked away form the firing range.

[Amon Goeth]

Goeth took everything the commander said in stride, showing that he was grateful for the sudden increase in rank. His face betray no emotion, the other would assume he was rather happy with his new position, but he was wrong. Goeth knew he was better then the others about, that he deserved a higher rank. The fact that he had to start from the bottom rungs irritated him to no ends. He was of course, smarter then to show arrogance, for that would keep him in a low rank longer then he wished.

 

"Very Good. My task will be carried out with all the efficiency I can muster."

 

Once again he spoke in the rapid, accented basic he always had. His native tongue was impossible to tell, but most would not care to know. Once the briefing was over he left the area and began to prepare to head out on his first real mission. He would thoroughly enjoy this one, the Empire was already looking even better just by allowing him to use Any Means Necessary

[Capt. Phillep]

The Imperial transport vessel arrived at its Rendezvous point, quickly flanked by the three Imperial II-class Star Destroyers and the Hellgate-class flagship.

 

"We only wait on one more..."

[Master Kyp Durron]

~~~Hypercomm Transmission~~~

Admiral Phillep... I have arrived at Trulalis. Lord Dagon requires these pathetic primitive humanoids to be transported to Mechis III for reprogramming. I shall subdue them quickly... I need you to send transport ships.

 

Lord Kyp out.

~~~End Transmission~~~

[Sasori]

Seeing the Admiral's Hellgate arrive on Cardia was enough of a gesture than Nokrt needed to ready himself. Going to his room he packed his uniforms and checked his weaponry. He was ready to go onward in battle wherever the Empire needed his services. Glancing across his barren room he turned about face and left making his way down the corridor to the Hangar bay. There, his Lambda shuttle was sitting gleaming in the Caridian sun.

 

Once inside his ship Nokrt set down his luggage and began to prep the ship to board the Hellgate hovering over the planet. It had been over a month since Nokrt had been in a combat situation and instead of dreading the moment his life would once more be in danger he felt excited. Enthralled to exterminate more Rebel scum from the face of this galaxy. Focusing on this thought Nokrt took off from the hangar bay making his way up to the Admiral's ship.

 

-----COMM TO ADMIRAL PHILLEP-----

 

"This is Commander Nokrt requesting permission to board"

 

-----COMM OUT-----

 

Sitting in his ship Nokrt decided to get comfortable for the 20 minute flight to the Hellgate. While gazing on the stars Nokrt began to think of his homeplanet, hidden from the galaxy, filled with many more of his Chiss...his Chiss who betrayed him and wanted nothing more than to execute him the moment word was out of his direct infringement of Chiss Military Code. They didn't understand. Nokrt was a warrior, not a soldier. Soon they will all pay for their betrayal. But, for now, Nokrt will focus on the Empire's task.

 

Soon, the clearance came in and Nokrt landed in the Hangar bay of the Hellgate. A small detachment of troops were there to greet the Commander with the proper respects and then turned and left as Nokrt made his way to the bridge.

 

"Commander Nokrt on deck sir, what is it that the Empire requires from me?"

[Capt. Phillep]

Aboard the Hellgate, Phillep looked at Ki, "Welcome to the pride and joy of the Fleet. Now, I have a simple matter to attend to, find your way to the Sith Meditation Chamber to enhance your basic skills and connection with the Force. I shall meet you there shortly."

 

The comm from Lord Kyp was replied to curtly, with information about the supply convoy led by Cmdr. Macleod and Jakon enroute to Trulalis.

 

With his orders to Col. Macleod and Lt. Goeth, as well as there specific Assault Teams prepped, ready and armed, Phillep came upon Commander Nokrt.

 

"Ah, Cmdr. Nokrt, what can you tell me of Csilla? Defenses, expected counter-attacks, resilience, the like. The three Imperial IIs and this Hellgate, along with several surgical strike teams are about to launch a simultaneous assault to subjugate the Chiss homeworld. I was hoping, you'd care to lead an attack raid against any and all aerial defenders. The goal is to minimize economic and military target losses, as well as to scavenge any and all technologies beneficial to the Empire, loss of life, is of course open to each individual strike leaders' needs."

 

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Private Barrek's fellow students were ordered to rest and prepare for manual combat practice. Sparring against fellow students.

 

((Pretend its basic dueling, two mid-length posts. Of course, in this case, you'll post the actions of your opposition.))

[Ki Vastor]

Ki had spent the journey regaining her lost strength. She had been grateful that Macleod had piloted them and not sat there staring balefully at her... Thank god for small mercies at least... She personally didn't have anything against him, she didn't even know him, nor did he know her. She'd attacked him because she'd had to... All the time Phillip had been away, Ki had had to fight off his men from their lustful ways. Well she knew though she'd made an enemy of Macleod and would have to watch her back constantly lest he attack her when she least expected it.

 

So she was to learn stealth through the Force, letting it be her weapon and her defence... Ki had pondered that the whole journey. She had remained subdued, her scare over having been made practically a 'vegetable' making her realise fully just what power he had over her. Sure she may not be able to die, but without the blood he supplied her she wouldn't be able to move either. Ki had come to realise just how much control he had over her. The power she had felt when she'd left her body had been amazing, so amazing that she wanted to feel it again, wanted to feel it while she wasn't hiding away from the shell her body had become. She'd been surprised that he had been so civil to her when they landed on the Hellgate.

 

Upon arrival she had been given the heavy cloak and once the Quartermaster had seen that she didn't have 'proper attire for their destination', especially since they were headed to a very cold and icy planet, he had provided her with something more practical than the light clothing and shoes she had had on. It was still lightweight, flexible and not restrictive in any way, though it was much warmer, even while just in the ship. Now warmly dressed in a cold weather outfit and lined boots, and feeling more comfortable going into a combat zone in something more than the lightweight clothing she'd had on, Ki got directions to the Sith Meditation Chamber. The closer she got to it, the more ”¦ strange she felt.

 

The heavy cloak felt comforting around her shoulders, the hood raised so that she hid her face from view of anyone she had passed by on the way to the Chamber. She felt nervous. How did she go about actually consciously accessing the Force? She'd only ever accessed it when she had been feeling extreme anger, when she had been furious at Phillip mostly, or at his men. And then she had only squeezed at their windpipe, pushed and pulled things towards her.

 

She entered the Chamber, not able to see much in the darkness that surrounded a single point of light. She reached a lowered point, not quite in the area lit up, though close to it and sat down, bunching her knees up to rest her chin on them. She had no idea what she was to do while she waited. She remembered how it felt to feel the power in her, but she wasn't angry right now, nor did she have the strong determination to accomplish something like she had when she was hiding in her mind, pushing the protruding bones back into herself to stop her body losing any more blood. The subdued girl was feeling more emotionally numb than anything else. Ki sat there, thinking of her old skills instead, rehashing what she knew best rather than what she didn't know at all...

 

One thing she could do, and needed to do, was keep her body limbered up. She stretched her muscles, feeling them loosen as she began to run through some gentle exercises while Phillip was busy. When she was dancing, Ki had always been able to lose herself, be able to feel some connection to”¦ something else. Listening to music in her mind, she began to dance, letting her body move gracefully in time to the cadence within her mind”¦ letting her body regain some of the fitness she had lost”¦

[Sasori]

No...It could not be. It was impossible. It was too soon to launch against them. The Chiss were his home his life his loyalty. No. Not anymore, they betrayed him and it is time he betrayed them in turn. Vengeance was sweet and it was about to be paid in full by none other than their former Admiral.

 

But to the task at hand, Phillep would need all the information on Csilla he could possibly use. This crshing of their capital would put the Chiss fleet into dismay and none would dare oppose the Empire after this. Yet, how did the Admiral know Csilla existed. It was well hidden and the Chiss were careful not to reveal its information. Phillep must have traced the transmission from command to discover its existence.

 

"Admiral, Csilla is an ice cold world dominated by the wealthy of the Chiss therefore a majority of the CEDF is there. The Chiss military consits mostly of large vessels about the size of a Victory-Class Star Destroyer but there are a few Capital Ships which would be formidible against an Imperial Star Destroyer. One of these is for certain above Csilla for I was once in command of it. The City itself won't be taken without a fight yet most only carry hand blasters and nothing more. It will be a quick victory once the fleet is diminished due to the Defensive strategy of the CEDF. The Chiss Clawcraft which I had brought with me to the Battle for Coruscant is the largest threat in starfighters they have, which TIE Defender's clearly outmatch their armaments only losing in manuverability and speed against a Clawcraft. I believe the force you have assembled is adequete to completely dispose of the Chiss. However, I may be able to make a peaceful bargain with the Chiss if I were able to appear with a force of my own. An ISD would be adequete enough to show them that their military is nothing to the might of the Empire and they may succumb on their own free will.

 

Nokrt waited for the response of his Admiral and could not help thinking in his mind that this was meant to be.

 

Vengeance will be sweet, the subjugation of Csilla will be heartwarming...

[Capt. Phillep]

Phillep listened, "While a peaceful resolution would be the most efficient, I'd prefer the enslavement of any radical military fringe groups. From what I gather, your people, are xenophobic. Xenophobia is not easily conquered by sheer fear and military might."

 

Then, Phillep's hands shifted, "You may lead the Dark Alliance," then stepping off towards the right, turning his back to his Chiss officer, "once, the Dark Alliance and you have tried to make a deal, should they fail, then, I will move my men into position and forcibly show them the error of their ways."

 

Clenching his fist, Phillep smiled, "You will move into coordinates near Csilla, we shall remain just out of sensor range. Should no deal be made, then, we shall eliminate their will to fight and the once-proud Chiss will no longer stand against us, but be crushed beneath our heels."

[Sasori]

Nokrt expected less from the Admiral and yet he was given a chance to prove himself to the Empire as a true Commander. This was where Nokrt was truly comortable. At the helm of a capital ship directing his men to victory. This was his place and his former position in the Chiss fleet. And now the CEDF will be useless to resist. They know the might of the Emire is too much for them to handle and if an entire fleet came into range behind Nokrt they would readily submit to the Empire.

 

"I heartily agree with you sir. My people have been known to fear others and that may put them in a fighting spirit. Yet, the aristocracy will see the benefit in submitting to the Empire only some hot headed Military Commander's will stand in our way. Our victory will be swift and the Chiss will serve the Empire." Nokrt straightened into amore pronound militaristic stature. The stature of a warrior who was ready to destroy whomever stood in the way of his goals.

 

"I will inform the current commander of the Dark Alliance of the change of command and I will await your orders"

 

Saluting to his superior officer Nokrt continued on slowly to his Shuttle which in turn took him to the Dark Alliance. The ship was pristine and nothing was as great of a sight in Nokrt's Life. When Nokrt approached the Captain of the Dark Alliance he informed him that he had orders to take command of the Ship and coordinate it in the Admiral's plans.

 

COMM:"Hellgate this is Dark Alliance on standby to jump to Csilla on your mark.

 

((OOC: Do we have NPC Chiss set up or is that going to need to be arranged either by myself or another...))0

[Ki Vastor]

Ki went through a few routines before sitting down to rest again, drawing her knees back to rest her chin on them after placing the robe about herself once more. She was breathing heavier than she would have had she been still in condition, if she hadn't been as drained as she had been. She took a deep breath in, holding it then releasing it in an attempt to control her breathing faster.

 

Her thoughts turned again to the very little she had learnt. Just how was she supposed to access those kinds of skills without being angry? It had only been her fury at Phillip and his actions that had let her use the force before. If she was to use stealth for whatever mission he had her going on, she couldn't be angry for it. From the very first time she had tried to defend Aisling after she'd realised that the Queen was her cousin... 'But is she just your cousin? Are you sure...?' The voice came unhindered into her mind, confusing her. She shook it away to concentrate again.

 

When Nurgle had instructed her briefly, he too had told her to use her anger, fear and pain. Then when she'd fought Phillip's men... she had been angry with them. Even Macleod, she had been angry at Phillip, furious with him, knowing she couldn't kill him. Being told to fight Macleod had given her a slight outlet.

 

Her hands went to feel the collar around her neck again, wondering just what its purpose was besides keeping tabs on her. What did he mean by it being able to move round her body to block blaster bolts? How was she to 'bond' with something she didn't trust and saw as just another tool being used against her? In one way it was similar to the implants he'd put in Aisling, only it didn't stop her freethinking. He seemed to know everything that went on with Aisling so she gathered he had some specific connection to the implants... something that made Aisy react to his needs. Just like he knew everything that Ki said or did since he put the collar on her. Ki swallowed, hoping that this collar didn't have any effects like the implants poor Aisling had, to cause any reactions that she had no control over. She would hate to have to be at his beck and call for his needs like he'd done to her sixteen year old cousin, that in itself was disgusting.

 

She was still very much subdued. Ki afraid to go against him for the time being at least, though if his soldiers attacked her she wouldn't hesitate to destroy them any way she could come up with. This isn't helping”¦ stop thinking about all of that and start thinking about how you're going to do this without getting mad girl. How do I use the force without losing my temper? There's got to be a way”¦ Ki knew she had to be able to keep a calm head, not let her anger show if she was to use the force somehow. She knew how to assassinate someone, but she had none of her weaponry here. And he said she wouldn't need weapons for this except for the force. Just how was she to do that? When was she supposed to learn this and how?