Carida

[Haphaestus]

A small, nondescript ship arrived from the bowels of hyperspace. It was simple and not perfectly efficient, simply a means of transportation across the galaxy. It was nothing like the one that was its pilot, a being that was unfathomable in nature, questionable in origin, and indefinately powerful in the magnitude of his connection with the Dark Side.

 

This was a Sith Master. This was the one that had trained the Emperor in the ways of the Dark Side. This was Haphaestus.

 

"Reporting for the subjugation of the planet of Csilla," he said through the comm, his voice regulated and of pitch that seemed inconsistent with his appearance, which was one of an ancient Sith clad in archaic armor, tall and intimidating to the point where his mere presence declared his Dark Side abilities.

[Capt. Phillep]

((Let's let the fun-time begin!))

 

Receiving the transmission from the Dark Alliance, Phillep smiled, "Upon my signal Commander Nokrt and not a second sooner."

 

It took only a few more minutes of waiting and there he was, the first being to push Phillep's mind to its new brink, his mentor and his former Master... the one who served Nurgle.

 

"It is a pleasure to have you join us, Master. I am sending you the attack coordinates now. If you wish, a detachment of my elite soldiers stands ready to follow you into the Chiss defenses, if Commander Nokrt's ruse fails."

 

Pausing to reach the other Commanders and coordinate accordingly, "On my mark, Colonel Macleod, Lt. Goeth, now... we move."

 

Reaching all four ships simultaneously, and Haphaestus' ship, "Engage."

 

((To the Space thread, please everyone post there once, to make sure everyone's on board... and then CSILLA! I'm overflowing with enthusiasm, I know...))

[Sasori]

On Nokrts command the Dark Alliance Engaged its Hyperdrive and sped of toward Csilla.

 

((srry for short post but there is nothin left to be said))

[Snowtropper]

After he and his fellow cadets had rested they split up into group and began sparing. Barrek looked at his opponent, he was a hulking brute of a man. He wore only a black Imperial uniform, no armor at least I have one advantage he thought.

 

His opponent charged at him yelling something that Barrek didn't catch. Barrek then saw his opponents fist rise up to meet his chin. The mandalorian helmet flew off his head and Barrek crashed into the ground. The man threw his fist again but Barrek rolled out of the way. The man yelled as he his fist hit the hard floor breaking one of his fingers.

Edited June 2, 2006 by Guest

[Capt. Phillep]

And so the Imperial recruits trained in the basic Martial Arts of the Galaxy, forming the well-rounded and efficient soldier...

 

(Watch your spelling and grammar, it helps more than you know. Maybe add a bit more detail to the post, more actions. Read Goeth's posts in the page when it came to sparring.)

[Snowtropper]

While the man was yelling in pain Barrek grabbed his helemt with his right and hand and raised it above his head. He then charged at the man, his hand raised to use the helmet as a weapon to bash in the mans skull. The man saw Barrek coming though, and grabbed him by the wrist, lifting a meter of the groud. He then began to crush Barreks arm with his semmingly inhuman strength. He then threw Barrek hard against the ground. Barrek groaned in pain as he heard something snap, he tried to get up but it sent a wave of pain through his leg.

 

The man began to walk closer with a look of mad insanity on his face. Barrek then threw his helmet at the mans head with what strength he had, it hit with a dull thud. The man fell down onto the floor unconscious, Barrek walked over and picked up the helemt he stared at it for a moment then raised it above his head. He then had it bashed into the mans face deliviring the final blow. The man died almost instantly, Barrek the grabbed the now blood stained helmet. He wiped the blood off the helmet and onto the mans uniform.

 

What a waste of a good soldier, he thought staring down at the man. Barrek then began limping off with his good leg to the medical station nearby.

[Dagon]

::An encrypted comm arrives at Carida informing the military forces to go on high alert and be prepared for battle. All hands go to action stations and troops prepare for battle.::

[Onderin Starlisk]

Arriving from Mon Calamari along a little-used hyperspace route (to avoid space mines) were four large MC90a Starcruisers, each extremely well-protected and armed. Vice-Admiral Saladin Ralis was in command, and he immediately ordered an offensive formation and the scrambling of fighters.

 

"Sir, the Imperials were ready for us!" an officer exclaimed.

 

"They must have suspected our feint," Ralis deduced. "And yet they are still somewhat unprepared. They have a minefield and Golans, but I don't see any Star Destroyers."

 

"Confirmed," the same officer nodded.

 

"Take up offensive formation. Let's hit them hard before they can hit us. As soon as the Jedi arrive, we can take the fight to the ground."

[Snowtropper]

Barrek Zett heard the alarm and watched all Hell break lose. Pilots were running around trying to find their ships, and soidlers were running aroundlooking for their guns and armor. While they'd been on alert status for a couple of hours not many personel actually got the time to prepare for this kind of encounter. Barrek ran to the nearest armory and graped the first peices of armor he got ahold of the nearest armor to him and quickly put it on. It was a camouflaged storm trooper outfit , at least i won't be a brgiht white target he thought.

 

He then quickly went over to an officer to receive orders. As he walked up to him, the officer quickly turned around and said, "Hurry up and go guard the comunication center, if the rebels get down here that's the first thing they'll try to hit.”

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

A small x-wing appered out of hyperspace behind the rebel fleet. Scorp looked around trying to figure out the situation.

 

"Well what do you know, next to those four Mc-90's I am all alone. Perhaps I should get a little closer to em."

 

Feeling a little wierd for talking to himself he gently eased his x-wing near the Mc-90's Sending a transmission to the admrial he felt the need to intoduce himself.

 

"Jedi Knight Scorp Ession reporting."

[Onderin Starlisk]

Vice-Admiral Ralis replied to the comm. "Welcome, Jedi Ession. We are currently on full offensive--the Empire doesn't have any Star Destroyers at the moment. If you want to help out, try and remove some Golan Defense Platforms from the picture."

[Slicer]

((Wrong alias))

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp wondered just how much his x-wing would be able to do against such platforms.

 

"Think you could give me a little support. Those things are huge."

 

Scorp left his comm on and adjusted a few controls before moving forward in his seat. He would have to avoid the mine field in order to get into range. however he found that while such things took longer mind fields did not span over an entire planet, matter of fact it was far eiaser for one to simply dive down ward and strain the ship a little to avoid a mine field than to simply plow though it. However he could do it, it was not like anything was fireing at him. his skill along with the force could with difficult allow him to get through the mind field unscathed.

 

Making sure his weapons were at the ready he swtiched his X-wing's laser cannons to fire in two shot burts. then he rearmed his proton torpedoes since he most of the time disengaged them before attempting Hyperspace travel.

 

"Ready when you guys are."

[Exodus]

In his meditation chamber, Master Exodus prepared himself, body and soul, for the trial to come. Advanced biomonitors fine-tuned his vital functions and primed his body chemistry for maximum fortitude and vivacity. His neural system enjoyed revitalization, while the undeviating neural patching added was checked by medical sensors. The life systems control computer on his chest underwent a full self-diagnostic. Meanwhile, the results read marvelously, he was outfitted better than ever. His eyes, however, were closed and his mind was with the Force, remembering...

 

--

 

For the moment, genetic faultlessness commanded his sleek and ever discreet vessel as it approached the flanking planet-side and entered skillfully through the declared defenses, this was a simple feat for the diminutive craft and it proved to crack the obscure atmosphere in a matter of moments. As it stood, a turn of tides was within this vessel and would be unleashed onto his homecoming no sooner.

 

His eyes automatically skipped over certain areas of Imperial City; they ignored the segregated alien sectors, and did not pause where the decaying underworld of Carida could be glimpsed. Instead, they tracked upwards, to the constant stream of ships flying all around against the shimmering night sky auroras. War; It was beautiful. Exodus rose from his seating and walked to the window.

 

Looking straight down, he could see a masterpiece below him, his world, and homeland. It had been built over ancient times, reconstructed, enlarged, and enhanced according to archaic designs. It was a hybrid cathedral and pyramid made of polished greenery rock and sparkling mirror crystals, mystified with marble and carvings based on old Sith symbols.

 

As the ship landing safely through the series of ongoing encrypted communications from pilots to the defense, Exodus dispersed again, waiting to make his move.

[DarkJedi K'munee]

The Avenger emerged from hyperspace at the rear of the Alliance battle group. In the distance, random flashes of light were visible, along with small, fast moving fighters darting in and out of harm's way. All the ship's systems were primed and ready to go on the offensive. The displays in front of the co-pilot and navigators stations, changed to a tactical targeting screen. This was necessary due to the degree of difficulty in piloting the Svelte-class shuttle evasively among the faster and more agile starfighters. The responsibility of the ship's offensive and defensive abilities rests on the crew.

 

K'munee sends a short burst transmission to the leader of the Alliance fleet.

 

-The is Jedi master K'munee. Permission to join your battle group, sir?-

[Oblivion]

(Delete.)

Edited June 9, 2006 by Guest

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: I should have been able to impede the arrival and movement of those transports. That's the way fleet combat has to happen now...

 

IC:

Emerging from hyperspace in the aid of the present four MC90a Starcruisers was the Dauntless, fresh from conquered Kuat. Escorting it were the two Nebulon-B frigates that had been at the Drive Yards with it, each still with a nearly full compliment of starfighters. Most importantly, the arrival of the flagship also meant the arrival of the Admiral, who had decided to take a much closer, hands-on approach to this situation.

 

"Vice-Admiral Ralis, report," Onderin said over the comm.

 

"Sir, there aren't any Star Destroyers here," Saladin Ralis reported. "There are some Golan platforms and such, but I don't think the Empire wants this battle to be a naval battle. We detected a few shuttles come in and head for the Imperial Palace. My guess is that they're fortifying it against a planetary assault.

 

"Judging from their planetary shielding, sir, it looks like we have to give them what they want."

 

The Jedi Master nodded, though Ralis couldn't see it. "Affirmative. First let us secure the planet's space and await the arrival of a suitably large Jedi force to lead trooper contingents."

 

Immediately the Dauntless, blasting through the minefield with the support of newly-launched, refueled and rearmed fighters, as well as its escorts, joined up with the four MC90a's and the fleet advanced on Carida, drawing fire from Golan Defense Platforms but of more than enough strength to take the fire and dish out as much as three times as much.

 

"Welcome aboard, Master K'munee," Onderin said in response to the newly-arrived Jedi Master. "Standby for orders. You'll most likely end up down on the surface with a planet full of Sith and stormtroopers."

 

Because of the planetary shielding, the fleet didn't yet have to worry about surface-based weapons emplacements. If the Empire lowered the shield, orbital bombardment would commence.

[Oblivion]

OOC: Actually, that was my fault, Ian. I thought Chad mentioned about reinforcing Cardia with fleet movements earlier. Phillep is away on vacation, so now either he or KR will be able to post major fleet actions. I'll have to suspend my actions until that arrives. Again, my apologises.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

Scorp watched as his ship was being worked upon. He had landed in the hanger of one of the Mc-90's and since then he had simply watched asthey reloaded his Proton torpedos. Since he had used four at Kamino he had been flying with only two since he had done his little stint.

 

However he was quite anxious to get back into his ship.

Sort of milling around a bit he was suprised when he was given the go signal to return to his ship.

 

"You guys work fast."

 

Jumping back into his ship he launched from the hanger bay and back out into open space.

[Snowtropper]

The young tech looked at Barrek and said, "sir, we have new orders from Imperial command. You and everybody else are ordered to head outside of the academy and start preparing for a planetary invasion."

 

"Right away" replyed, then he and the rest of the soldiers marched out of the room. It was not hard to find a transport out of the accademy, most people were going to be put on the front lines.

 

As soon as Barrek was at his post, which was just a small clearing. He began working along with his comrades setting up defensive turrets and mines. The whole deffensive force had set up simmular deffences in their postions as well.

 

Barrek knew it was only a matter of time though, he heard the stories about Jedi. About how they could jut through a plate of armor with one lightsaber swing. How they could rip apart entire battilions, how bring down an AT-ST.

 

What he hadn't heard though was how they handeled native beasts. The whole Jungle is full of predators, and if they want to get us they'll have to come through them.

 

OOC( It has to be noted that Cardia is home to many beasts and predators. so logicaly the attacking squads will be caused some trouble from these beasts. It's very proable these beasts will slow down the attackers.)

[Gren Sairdonga]

When the Nebulon-B frigate carrying Blazing Stars Squadron ordered the Squadron to once again launch this time they were led out by their squadron leader, at Kuat he'd been unable to lead them, technical faults had caused his E-Wing to be grounded, now the faults repaired he soared out over the Imperial controlled planet of Carida.

 

Opening a comm channel to his second in command Gren said,

 

”œFive we need to find out where we're needed most it looks like the fighters from the Torrent and the other Mon Cal ships that got here first are occupying the Imp fighters but it looks like they're outnumbered 3 to 1 and who knows how many more of the laser baits are on the surface just waiting to launch on the other hand the K-Wings are probably going to help hammer the Golans and they'll need escorts!”

[Dagon]

::The Eternal Torment, the Hellgate class flagship of the Empire, emerges from hyperspaces and launches all of it's weaponized space wraiths at the Rebel fleet, along with a message pod broadcasting the civillians drowning at Kamino by merciless Jedi hands. A support ship coming up along her side launches a net bomb, a true rarity aquired from the hutt weapons depots. Its green plasma trapped the entire rebel fleet, leaving the imperial fleet free to pursue their own agenda.

 

With the rebels dealt with for the moment, the Torment departed for its next objective.::

 

OOC((Space wraiths are intelligent Dark side entities that can posess people and use them to hurt others: technicians will sabotage equipment, soldiers will shoot their squadmates, Jedi will use the Dark Side indiscriminantly. Space wraiths are cunning and will not openly display their malicious intent. Three hundred have been launched, I'll leave it up to you guys who gets posessed, whether you want it all NPCs or if a few of you want to dabble in the dark side consequence free for a few days.

 

Net bombs were developed by the hutts some time ago and trap a planet or fleet for three days, cutting off all communication to and from the inside. They cannot be destroyed, disabled, or escaped from by the Force, masters have already tried and failed.))

[Damon]

((Space Wraiths? Nice touch.))

 

 

Damon looked and noticed that some had been sent to the flag ships and the Mon Cals, but more than a few have made their way to the ship that he was on. They had already began wreaking their havoc and began doing what they were made for.

 

"I have no idea what those things are called, but they are not good. They are also strong in the dark side. I have never tried sending coms while inside of a net bomb, but send one to the Admiral. I am going to try something one ship at a time. Starting here with your ship." Damon was given a salute and told that creatures coming at us were space wraiths. He was also told their abilities.

 

"So they are cunning. If they are part of the dark side then I have no worries. I can sense the dark side and I can not be affected by it. I want every sector of this ship locked down. We are here for three days like or not. I want a master pass code for myself only. I will go though and check the main parts and make sure all critical parts are still intact. Order your men to fight and stay ready. I will move as fast as I am able."

 

With that the ship was put into a lock down mode where any one without the master code could not move. Damon had taken a risk by doing so due to the fact that reinforcements could be sent easily with lock downs. Damon ran though the ship with shutters going up and down all around him. Considering where the bridge was he had a ways to go till he got to the areas where the wraiths had breached.

 

Finally Damon reached an area of the ship where the wraiths had fired and as he was told soldiers were fighting soldiers. Damon took refuge behind a bit of out stuck wall. Damon plunged into the force and became one with his surroundings. He could feel which group of soldiers were possessed. The small group of soldiers that tainted more than the others in the dark side were opposite of him hiding behind a make shift barrier. This lead Damon to his idea. Damon reached and grabbed his left handed short saber. the Green blade ignited and Damon lept from behind the wall. He used his left saber to deflect the first barrage of fire and then force pushed the barred down on the men. They were not killed simply pinned down. Damon de-activated his short saber and leaned up against the wall for a moment. It was a blast barrier and more than heavy.

 

Damon rested could see other than the darker than usual taint of the dark side telling who was possessed was near to impossible. Damon wished for a moment that master Ara was here. She could use her soul magic and exorcise the people who become possessed . Damon ordered the men to de-arm and to bind all of the men. Damon stood up and began to leave the small interchange of area for the next. A solider who Damon thought was not possessed lunged at him. Damon out of nothing more than pure reflex activated his still held short saber. The saber ignited under the mans chin killing him instantly.

 

The light saber disappeared as quickly as it came. Damon's eye widen as the loss of life at his hand ran though his head. Damon stood there looking until a solider called to him.

 

"Sir?"

 

"I'm sorry. Watch them carefully and from a distance. I don't know much about them. I will hopefully be able to round up the rest of these wretched creatures with such ill will. Till then notify the captain of my progress."

 

Damon left for the next section of the ship where the dark side was exerting from. Damon cried a set of tears that feel as he ran because of the mans death he could not of prevented. He will make sure not to let this happened again.

[Apollo]

Lotus had been moving towards his ship, preparing it for launch just before what would surely be one of the greatest battles in recent history. The Jedi had come up with quite the plan, even though he was unsure how the other portions of it was progressing it was pleasing to know that the Imperial fleet was not here at Cardia. It was as he was slipping on his helmet that the ship was rocked, almost sending him tumbling to the ground. Not sure what had happened he jumped up, moving to the built in comm in the wall.

 

"What is going on!?"

 

The reply came, but was filled with static. A young officer informed him that the Empire had arrived, hitting them with a net bomb and locking them into place. There was nothing they could do but sit and wait now, things had just taken a horrible turn for the worse. The Empire could slaughter them now, they were sitting ducks. No comms in or out...He could only hope that the other parts of the operation were doing better. Lotus's head shot up, he felt something behind him...

 

Spinning his heel he drew his azure blade, preparing to defend himself against a Sith boarding boarder of monstrous proportions, but there was nothing. A huge wave of darkness washed over the ship all at once, the pilots scurrying about did not notice the Jedi turned Alliance pilot fall to the ground clutching his head. His lightsaber fell down, clattering away from him as a dark entity tried to forcefully take over his body. He tried to call out to the light side to expel this brutal being, but the only thing his mind could wrap itself around was a reflective pool of water with a thick, oozing shadow seeping into it. Like oil polluting water it spread. The Jedi knight let out a few mumbled, incoherent words.

 

The mans nails began to dig into his armor, blood dripping out as the nails were ripped backwards from the strength of the armor and the pressure he was putting on them. He didn't notice the doors slam shut, but at the same time he pulled his hands back. The pain was nothing to him as his eyes took on a darker shade. Instantly the darkness in his aura was concealed in the force, pulling the power into himself as he looked around. Closing his eyes, he stretched out with what little light energy he could muster and ripped the plugs from every Camera in the hanger. Such a thing was not easy and took well over a few minutes, but the bridge would not know what was happening regardless.

 

Cracking his neck he called his lightsaber to him, watching it shoot through the air and ignite as he closed his grip around it. Moving towards the door he plunged his weapon into it, cutting through it with ease. With a simple manipulation of the force, the heated metal was out of his way and on the ground. The soldiers, pilots, and technicians behind him cheered and began moving towards the opening, but stopped when he held up his hand.

 

"Can you taste it? The Death all around us?"

 

Stepping through the opening as the Allaiance figures all looked on in confusion, he waved his hand once more...A shard of metal was sent flying into the hanger controls. They were destroyed, the vacuum of space sucking every thing in the hanger into space, killing them quickly. A security door slammed down protecting Lotus as he moved through the ship, sending a comm to Damon.

 

"One of the crew members just went crazy, he destroyed the hanger controls just as I was cutting a hole in the door to get out of there...What is going on!?"

[Onderin Starlisk]

OOC: Is this net bomb something that someone made up for the RP? I can't find any mention of it anywhere online. I think if it doesn't exist, we shouldn't be using it.

 

IC:

Admiral Onderin Starlisk furrowed his eyebrows. He had seen a net bomb in work before, but this time it felt different. This time, it brought the fight to the inside of his ship. He immediately felt the Dark Side swelling through the ranks, darkness overtaking the lives of many and internal strife beginning to net the area. Suddenly, the battle outside mattered little. It was the battle that was taking place inside the ship that was deadly.

 

The Jedi Master quickly formulated a strategy. He could somewhat determine a posessed person from an unposessed one through the Light Side of the Force. Using the same basic technique of Battle Meditation, which he had worked long and hard on, Onderin got a grasp on the minds of almost every soldier in the fleet, offering himself somewhat of a "overall view" of the situation.

 

Already he could feel some minds growing dark, tainting their Force presence. He could feel strife appearing, but many continued as normal, pretending not to have been posessed, attempting to continue on their way and wait for a more appropriate time to strike. And then a particular presence hit him in the face--a Jedi had been posessed by a Dark Force...a "space wraith."

 

Onderin thought it was Damon for a moment, but the Force signature wasn't right. This was Lotus, the Jedi Knight that recently joined the Alliance as a pilot.

 

For a moment the Jedi Master's face went completely grim. He pulled his lightsaber off his belt from under his evergreen robe, still in touch with his semi-Battle Meditation. "Security, I would like a couple squads of troopers to meet me in hallway 1A."

 

He would use his Battle Meditation to show them who to trust, and he would march down to the hangar to meet Maroon Lotus, not as an ally but as an enemy.

[Sabian]

The freightening conclusion made by the rather grim and desolute situation at hand resounded in the Jedi Knight's mind. He, like Onderin, was aboard the Dauntless in full meditation, lending what strength he could through the Force to his allies. Seated at a large window which overlooked the entire field of battle, he quickly rose to his feet after feeling the eerie presence of the Dark Side resonating through their ranks.

 

What has just happened..? What could this be..?

 

The ominous overcast the wraith technique had could not be perceived through the Light of the Force, for even to dwell mentally while in the deep meditative trance was deadly in its own right. Sabian knew too well the grip of the Dark Side; both a gift and a curse. He knew enough to seperate himself from its presence, bringing his state of mind out from the meddled mess and closely setup barriers to help fend and deter those dark forces.

 

Rising up slowly, he could tell, just as his former Master, that there was one particular ally turned enemy; a Jedi. Immediately, his heart began to sink, knowing full well what this meaned and how Onderin would wish to have this problem solved, sensing it inside his mind. Though he was not able to locate who, only mentally trying to follow the trail of blood to its source from his room..

Edited June 11, 2006 by Guest

[DarkJedi K'munee]

K'munee was in the rear cargo hold doing an inventory check of all weapons and other essential provisions, when he suddenly fell to his knees, with one hand held to his temple. The feeling was similar to what it felt like to be hit over the head with a blunt object. The mental pain made it hard for him to focus on the source, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming.

 

A powerful Sith has just joined the fight

 

Red lights began to flash along with a warning alarm. DJK quickly rose from his knees, hurrying back to the cockpit where master Anorus and Azrael were already coordinating to lock down the source of the threat. A single ship had appeared out of hyperspace at the rear of the fleet. The ship had no identifiable marks, but K'munee knew through the force who was on board. A smaller support vessel managed to fire what could only be a net bomb at the Alliance fleet, while the larger ship carrying the Sith presence unloaded a salvo of unknown origins at the fleet.

 

The unknown weapons that were deployed against the Alliance fleet, penetrated almost every ship in the fleet, showing no immediate damage. K'munee ran a sensor sweep of the area for casualties finding none. The unknown Sith vessel unleashed another salvo, this time the Avenger was in harm's way. Instinctively his crew switched all power to the rear deflectors and they braced for impact, yet nothing happened to the shuttle.

 

A powerful force had taken hold of them. In K'munee's mind he could feel an unseen presence pulling at his spiritual self, trying to separate him from his body. Whatever these things were, they purpose was to possess and control their hosts.

 

Sweat was in beads all over his forehead as he fought for the possession of his body. DJK had managed to hold off one by projecting himself on the wraith and radiating pulses of pure force energy from within. The other wraiths abandoned the other two Jedi and focused on the senior master. K'munee was the better target. He was a tainted soul teetering on the brink. To the wraiths, it was like blood in the water around sharks. They attacked him all at once. K'munee rose from his chair, stumbling toward the back. He passed through the galley, knocking over the food dispenser and various dishes as headed for the rear of the ship. When he reached the cargo hold, he sealed the door and then sealed the airlock. Blood leaked from his nose and ears as he fought against the forced who tried to inhabit and destroy his soul. Though his body showed minor injuries, if you could see his mental self, he would appear to be bloodied and broken form.

 

The wraiths' combined assault was to much for him. Before they could succeed in taking him over, K'munee opened the outer airlock. His body was immediately pulled out into the vacuum of space. The cold of space enveloped him. It was the final gamble on his part. What good would his body be to the wraiths if were dead? Before he blacked out he triggered a small device on his belt that would signal the ship, giving his location so he could be retrieved later. With the last breath from his body, he entered a hibernation trance, preserving the oxygen in his body for a short time. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was the Avenger firing it's steering jets, turning the ship to his location. The wraiths abandoned his useless form and dispersed toward other ships.

[Apollo]

((I'm a bit more cunning with my use of the force..recognize you are a master. Also just a note, I was on the same ship as Damon...Which isn't the flag ship. I'll roll with this I guess though ))

 

Lotus stopped dead in the hallway, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. The admiral was moving towards him, it would seem that despite his best efforts he had been detected already. He let out an audible sigh before letting his eyes scan over the hallway walls. A smile formed on his thin lips as he picked out a ventilation duct. Raising his hand, the screws twisted free allowing him to spring up and slip into it, another wave of the force replacing the opening. With another manipulation of the force, his presence vanished.

 

Placing his hands on the side of the vent, he propelled himself forward at an alarming rate. He was unsure of how long he had been propelling himself forward, but soon he came to another vent. He stopped, looking through the small openings to see what was inside the room. No one. It was a janitors closet. He maneuvered himself around, kicking out the vent and jumping down. ((Since I am not on Damon's ship, this one isn't locked down)) Opening the door he quickly slipped out and into the hallway. He pulled up his hood and leaned his head down as he moved towards the armory.

 

His trip was a short one and with a few manipulations of the force the man that made documented notes of everyone who picked up a weapon was asleep. The twisted Jedi grabbed a few light weight, yet powerful detonation packs and was off again, but not before arming one and hiding it away inside the armory itself. Leaving one in various spots he made his way towards the bridge, but before arriving he opened himself to the force a bit. He could feel one lone force user meditating in a room not to far away. Another smile crossed his lips as he moved into the room, looking down upon Sabian.

 

"Sabian...What is happening here?"

[Sabian]

Waves of images resonated within the expanisve realm of his mind, which had been stretched far and wide throughout the Rebel lines in search of cause to such bloodshed amoungst their numbers. The Dark Side was always elusive, always remaining constant it its route that seemed to have an infinite line of possibilites with no end. Faces of ghoulish creatures passed by, spotting at first glance an abduction from his astral projected point of view within the Force. They could not be seen through normal eyes; only because of the same Force both sides shared was he abled to catch a glimmer of what horrors had become.

 

Awoken from his intense meditation, the sound of another rang in his ears, calling him back from the transcendant state back to reality. The blonde haired man pressed one hand against bent knee, slowly rising himself up from the cross legged position to one that stood firm and tall once again.

 

”œFlight Officer Lotus..”

[Nom Anor's avenger]

The worst feeling in the wrold was helplessness. As DJK's mind began to tear apart as if by some invisible force, Nom could only look on. That moment of ignorance was abated however as Nom felt exactly what was causing the damage. The Force illuminated the wraiths like sunspots cascaded on a distant star. The only problem was a lightsaber was completley useless to such a foe. The Jedi Master couldn't even try to take one for himself. They were all drawn to DJK like a moth hypnotized by a particularly luminous flame. Before he could asses the situation further, his commanding officer was already floating through space motionless.

 

"Is he crazy!?" The fact that DJK just rocketed out of his ship on his own accord just seemed very unintelligent. The Jedi Master's Force signature suddenly vanished as if death claimed another prize.

 

Out of nowhere however, the jets equipped to the Avenger roared to life. Judging by the quizzical look plastered on Azrael's face, he had done nothing to intiate this. As the ship began to move slowly towards an unseen plot in space, Nom stretched out with the Force. He searched the empty void searching frantically for a body. It only took him moments to find it, floating along unmoving.

 

"Azrael, this ship seems to know where its going, don't touch anything!"

 

Now knowing the position of DJK's body, Nom began to probe further. He searched for any sign of life. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he concentrated. The mental strain was worth it however, because he found a sparkle of life. "Briliant..." A fake death would be able to fool the wraiths, but not the Force. Within moments the ship was only meters from DJK.

 

Unfortunately, A.I. could only do so much. The ship need to be angled perfectly so DJK would simply float back into the airlock. Could a ship set on autopilot do that? Nom was betting that it couldn't and his commanding officer was certainly in trouble.

 

"Azrael, you a good pilot?"