Mon Calamari/Dac

[Malicious Intent]

Atia was confused by this little woman. Everyone else seemed to cower in front of her, and Atia couldn't really tell why. She tried to study Dominique's features to see if she was particularly intimidating or not, but all she got was more confused. She looked like a normal person would to Atia, except, more. Normal people appear as a glow, the color sometimes augmented by the gravity of their deeds. How "good or bad" of a person they were in life made them look different. That is how they were primarily distinguishable to Atia. No one was the same. Everyone was just a little different. But this women was different. When Atia looked upon her, it looked as if the light were focused, like everyone else was behind filtered glass. Not only did she she appear "clearer", but her aura was richer, more full of the color everyone else had. Everyone else was faded by comparison. All of this intrigued Atia all the more. She was curious, but she wasn't going to let this anomaly act like she deserved everyone's respect. No, she'd have to earn it, like everyone else.

 

She let her hood fall to her shoulders. She shook her head to let her hair escape from it's previous confines and joint it's rightful place in full view. Atia gave one of her more charming smiles.

 

"Who? Me?"

[Enigmatic]

Revan and his men reached the rally point, receiving the message simultaneously from Lord Dagon. Revan was slightly dissapointed, as he was hoping that the Rebels would respond. Hopefully, if they Rebellion shows up, the Jedi will show up, and then...

 

All he could think of was Nom. Revan could see his face, looking back at him, smiling. So, he would wait, and maybe the day for vengence is not so far away...

[Jidai Geki]

*Geki moves through the interior of the massive Star Cruiser, slaughtering any who stood in his way with a sick grin. The fear he could feel was overwhelming, and he fed the fear by insinuating his presence into the mind of everyone within range.

 

Soon, the entire crew was afire with abject terror.

 

Finally, Geki doesn't even bother with killing those he passes. The madness in their glazed eyes is worth a thousand deaths to him, each sentient consumed by his or her own private hell.

 

The bridge has not been locked down, a direct result of the growing insanity prevalent throughout the ship. Geki strides onto the bridge and grins at the crew, drawing the dark side to him.

 

He slowly asserts control over the fractured minds of the bridge crew, cajoling and whispering and promising until they are nothing more than his puppets. The slack-jawed, delirious sentients regain their footing, muttering and salivating, and return to their stations.

 

Geki notes, through the hive mind he has initiated with the insane crew, that Darkwatch's mercenaries were either never in the starport of Hikahi, or that they have left. All the better, he thought, to cripple it.

 

He reaches out through the Force.*

 

Concentrate all fire on the shipyards.

 

*The full might of the Star Cruisers' batteries slam into the Mon Calamari shipyards over a matter of hours, levelling their defences and docking capabilities.*

 

'Captain, I believe you have something to say?'

 

*The Captain, now a gibbering, delirious fool, ambles forward and opens a comm link to the surface.*

 

'Aces and glitterstim! Aces and glitterstim! Fish folk- fishies- fishies betraying the Alliance! Betraying us! They're everywhere! Oh, by the Force- no! We have to stop them! They're going to destroy us all!'

 

*At Geki's direction, the comm link is closed. He walks forward and puts a comforting hand on the Captain's shoulder, his face heavy with disingenuous sympathy, and a few dark tendrils of psionic energy snake from Geki's mind into the Captains.*

 

You know what you have to do. It's the only way to save the Alliance.

 

*The Captain nods, the firm set of his jaw and resolute expression made chilling by the mad light illuminating his vacant eyes. Geki nods in return.*

 

'Very good, Captain. Carry on.'

 

*As the Star Cruiser's massive engines ignite and begin to push the gargantuan craft down, Geki returns to the hull breach where the Lich is waiting for him, proceeding to the cockpit and disengaging hull clamps. The vessel pulls away gently, its presence still all but invisible, and thus the Empire's presence here unknown to all save Lord Dagon.

 

The Star Cruiser lurches downwards, beginning a kamikaze assault on one of Mon Calamari's most populous cities- Hikahi.

 

Geki reaches out to Lord Dagon one last time.*

 

Payment has been rendered, Lord Dagon. Remember, the fact that I was your employer in this matter should remain secret. The Rebellion has paid a heavy price today, both militarily and diplomatically. Let's keep it that way.

 

*With that, Geki pulls away and inputs a new, convoluted course with a number of untraceable jumps.*

 

The Lich breaks into hyperspace.

[Bad karma]

Dominique raised an eyebrow as the young women tried to flash a charming smile at her. He rose colored goggles had became the object of the Darkwatch member's curiosity. They were saturated with the force, as if it was always around them. The girl, at the very least, had some innate skill with the force that made her a prime candidate for training. Rather or not she wished to be trained was a different story and of course there was always the question of if she could handle it.

 

”œYou don't see me as you do others, do you? You are”¦ unique.”

[Dagon]

::With their mission completed, Darkwatch no longer needed to occupy Mon Calamari. The dust off order was given and the majority of Darkwatch left the planet, leaving behind only those who sought real battle.::

[Malicious Intent]

Atia's smile faded as Dominique came closer, letting the blue aura of her weapon protrude from her robes.

 

What the...? That thing....what?

 

She looked at the large men behind the petite woman when she made them more known. They were indeed large and could probably rip her apart without remorse. How could such a small woman demand the power to command men such as these? How did they fear her as such? It didn't seem to make any sense. And what did she mean....like a harlot? Was she implying Atia was some two bit whore, willing to do anything to achieve power or wealth?

 

Hardly. Twisting men around your finger was one thing. Uncrossing your legs for trivial things. How degrading.

 

Atia's mind was riddled with questions. What was this power she spoke of? Is it attainable? What is the blue thing on her waist? The all too familiar line rang through Atia's thoughts once more.

 

Peace is a lie....

 

The words seemed to answer all her questions at once, without devulging any information. Atia turned her attention to the blue eye anomoly. She nodded her head and let a sole word leave her red lips.

 

"Yes"

[serbatoio]

Armor was laoded it up, a sthe armor and their commander blasted off the rock. It was in the end a really simple process.

[Bad karma]

Dominique touched upon the surface thoughts of the girl, whose name she was able to pick up with ease. Her mind was racing a hundred kilometers a second with questions about nearly everything. She was a very curious figure; that would suit her well in the up coming nights of ”˜adventure.' When at long last she gave her answer and her thoughts seemed to slow just a hair Dominique touched her mind, leaving what was obviously a foreign thought there.

 

You are almost too curious for your good. I assure you I wasn't implying you were a harlot; it's too early to determine that.

 

She motioned for the soldiers to follow her and the young girl to the drop ship that was touching down. The men loaded up, pulling the Krakan suit that Dom had shed on behind them. One of them held onto a grip bar, hanging out of the open side as he waited for the final two passengers to load up. It was obvious by his facial features that he strongly disapproved of picking up stray girls on planets that they had just conquered.

 

”œYou will leave all of your possessions here. If there is anything you wish to keep, you can return for it at a later time. I'll take care of all of your basic needs from here on out. You are now my apprentice, Atia.”

[Enigmatic]

Revan, along with the majority of the Darkwatch fleet shot up into orbit and shot into hyperspace.

[Jidai Geki]

OOC: I waited a day for any last-ditch attempts to avert this, but none are forthcoming...

 

IC: *The careering Star Cruiser tears into the upper atmosphere of Mon Calamari, the entry burn streaming off her hull, and streaks towards the city of Hikahi. With no attempts to stop her, and no Alliance intervention, the hapless citizens of the huge metropolis, Mon Calamari and Quarren alike, can only flee in abject terror as the hulking cruiser draws in with deceptive slowness which rapidly becomes a screaming, flaming descent faster than the lava rivers of Mustafar.

 

The Star Cruiser slams into an area a kilometre outside of the city centre at several thousand miles per hour, crushing several buildings on impact as if they were made of cardboard and scattering rubble and smoke in the immediate area. The shockwave caused knocks people to their feet in a 500 metre radius, and several hundred are killed in the initial seconds of impact. The foundations of the city themselves are cracked through to the base in this area, and the entire city pitches slowly to port as the megatonnes of energy ripple violently from the crash site.

 

The screaming vessel tore forward through the city, her immense mass and the sheer velocity of her impact ploughing her through the streets and thoroughfares effortlessly, a furrow of raw, naked steel and duracrete left in her wake as the rampaging behemoth slashed Hikahi in two. Skyscrapers and shopping malls crumble and shatter in her path, and explosions and fires break out all around the impacted area.

 

Then her reactor catches.

 

The reactor of the Star Cruiser, already critical from the violent crash and subsequent, jarring swathe of destruction bisecting the stricken metropolis, can take no more punishment and explodes, enveloping the surrounding area in a pure white light which vaporises everything within half a mile of the blast.

 

Further afield, the sheets of superheated air and concussive energy slam into the surrounding environs and shatter windows, topple buildings, and cause severe flash burns to anyone caught in the terrible inferno.

 

Hikahi is afire with pain and misery and fear, a massive furrow several thousand feet in girth and over five miles long torn through the heart of the city. Thousands of individual fires have broken out, several hundred buildings have been demolished completely, and the explosion of the reactor has decimated almost five square miles of the city centre.

 

As the dazzling, angry smoulder of the breached reactor core begins to subside, and the deadly energy spilling from it seeps into the atmosphere, nobody can even begin to comprehend the damage done or the final death toll.*

[Onderin Starlisk]

Arriving at long last, perhaps too late, was the Super Star Destroyer Sword of Justice, its new name a mockery of its old one. Aboard was Jedi Master Onderin Starlisk, finally making some sort of response to the Imperial attacks.

 

Still he was not fully prepared for what he found. The shipyards were in ruins and the ships lost. He couldn't comprehend how the fleet had been overcome, but he had little doubt that it was the result of some great sorcery on the Emperor's part.

 

Furthermore, great damage had been inflicted to the planet itself, lives being lost even as Onderin arrived and the echoes of their pain resounding through the Force, making him take a step back where he stood as his heart seemed to rebel against his chest.

 

Part of him then wanted nothing more than to make the Empire pay. But that's not how he would handle this.

 

"Maneuver the Sword in closer to the Imperial ships. We're going to let them make the first real move, but declare our potential hostility in no uncertain terms. Power up all turbolaser and ion cannons. Ready the missile tubes. Shields up."

 

A non-Jedi would probably be in a rage right now. Onderin wasn't sure whether Geki was lucky or unlucky that Onderin was not one of them.

[ObliviousKnight]

((Forgive the OOC post, I'm going to ask the mods to make a ruling on Geki's last... two posts. It's not the content I object to, but the amount of time between them. He basically decided that the 3-day rule doesn't apply to him. He waited slightly more than two days on the past before his last, and just slightly more than A SINGLE DAY (literally, about a day and twenty minutes) on his last post. Combat rules dictate that the opposing side has at least three days before someone can progress with their attacks.))

[Dagon]

OOC((I agree with OK, assumptions are not grounds for ignoring the rules. I wanted to send Amon to Mon Calamari, but couldn't until Dagon pulled out. On the other hand, the SSD Sword of Truth was posted as being at Mon Calamari when we shot it down with the planetary batteries. If it left before the attack, it was not posted.))

[Jidai Geki]

OOC: see the Galactic Empire thread for my justification on this. For the purposes of making this a legitimate IC post:

 

IC: *On the surface of Mon Calamari a small child, having miraculously survived both a million-tonne cruiser crushing the building she was in and then a reactor meltdown, clambered from the wreckage and looked around in bright-eyed wonderment. She had just survived against all the odds, a truly remarkable feat.

 

Ironic, then, that a gust of wind unbalanced the disoriented youth and sent her spiralling into a deep crevasse caused by the catastrophe, breaking her neck and killing her instantly.*

[Slicer]

At the edge of the system, he appered, yet again. This time skirting on the outside range of what would be detectable by the sensors he knew the rebel alaince to have.

 

His hands flew over the contorls, as he began to take in the current information his ship could gather about the surrounding area. Last time he had come pretending to be a merchant dealer, selling arms to the rebel alliance, this time however would be different.

 

He wanted to see the destruction of Mon calamari for himself.

 

As SSD flared up on his sensors, and turning to face it he wondered if that was the Empire's precense or not.

 

No it doesn't feel right, feels like a Jedi is on that thing.

 

The Sith Lord closed his eyes and streched out, bending the force to do his bidding. He recoginzed that paticular feeling in the force. Though the last time he ran into the man, the Jedi had been above his head, threatening to blast it and the base.

 

Time to do things differently

 

Last time he had been around the man, he had wanted to kill him. This time however, he would restrain himself.

 

He opened up a transmission, to the fully armed, and powered up SSD.

 

--comm--

"Alliance commander in charge of the Super Star Destroyer in system. I request that you patch me through to Alliance commander and Jedi master Onderin Starlisk. I request a meeting with him.""

--endcomm---

 

((Are their actual imperial ships in the thread? I was under the impression the Emperor and the Lich already left system, and that the Emperor and the Lich were the only imperial prescnese in system.))

Edited June 3, 2007 by Guest

[Jidai Geki]

OOC: No Imperial presence here any longer. Whoops, better make this an IC thread...

 

IC: *The boiler of an orphanage, ruptured in the crash of the Star Cruiser, explodes and kills fifteen orphans. And a kitten.*

[Onderin Starlisk]

"Sir, incoming transmission. Someone wants to meet with you," the communications officer said.

 

"From the planet?" Onderin asked.

 

"Negative, sir. From a newly arrived ship."

 

Onderin paused. "This person wants to meet face-to-face?"

 

"That's the impression I got," the officer affirmed.

 

The Admiral stretched out with his senses, reached toward the new contact. What he found was curious. There was a Sith Lord aboard that ship, quite clearly. "Instruct him to power down and allow us to pull him in with a tractor beam. He can meet with me, but he will be disarmed and guarded. This is a dangerous man."

 

The comm officer nodded, then opened a comm channel to Slicer. "Unidentified vessel, power down and prepare to be pulled into the ship via tractor beams. You may have your meeting with the Admiral, but you will be checked to make sure you are unarmed. I suggest that you disarm even before coming aboard to save yourself the trouble."

[Slicer]

Slicer raised an eyebrow. This was of course to be expected, but that didn't make him like any more than usual. He reached over to his controls and shortly afterwards power his ship down.

 

He could understand the thinking in that, since it was quite possible he could bring his ship in close, to close for his turbolasers to truly track him, and then wreak all sorts of havoc, in a close quarters fight. However, there were ways to stop such things.

 

He leaned back in his chair, as his ship shuttered upon being snagged by the tractor beam. As the Super Star Destroyer loomed ever closer, he at least got the feeling of why, such things were widely respected and normally given a fair distance.

 

The only problem now was this idea of disarming. Jedi were known Sith killers. Matter of fact, it was one of the things Jedi were most known for. While he himself wasn't a Sith, it would still be highly irregular for him to go unarmed into a meeting with not only a Jedi but, an Alliance commander. Since the Alliance not only hated the empire, but also had also at one point threatened to destroy the remnants of black sun. Given how he had worked for one, and was still working for the other, the odds were stacked heavily against them in the bias; this Jedi was going to hit him with.

 

Never the less, what needed to be done would be done. As his ship landed in the hanger bay, a sudden calmness over took him. He checked his weapons, which he had set on stun earlier, he switched them to kill.

 

If they were going to take his weapons, they might as well be weapons, and not glorified subduing devices. With a sigh, he un-slung his rifle from his shoulder, before checking it for its ammo counter.. His boarding ramp extended down and the sudden feeling of death bubbled out from the ship like a thick smoke. Heavy boot falls accompanied the feeling as the armored figure known as Slicer stepped out into the light. Summoning the force he disable the various security cameras in the hanger, as to keep himself from being recorded, no doubt an obvious annoyance to the ship's commander.

 

Turning to the waiting guards he thrust his a-280 rifle, at them, yet as one began to move forward a single lightsaber was heard, as it's ice cold blue beam swept through the waiting detail, with the efficiency of a natural born killer.

 

He had decided he would not take the chance of being disarmed. Quick policing the guards' weapons, he reached out for the Force once more, this time to increase his speed, so he could dash toward the bridge.

 

En route to the bridge, he purposely avoided cameras that he knew to be about, or from what he could remember to be about on a SSD. Activating his helmet, he was able to step about two steps ahead of the defenders, as his ability to see through walls allowed him to either make short work of confused but determined guards, or avoid them all together.

 

At last however, he made it to the bridge, His lightsaber made sort work of the defenses there, and with a sudden telekinetic push he sent the bridge crew sprawling away from their posts, as well as knocking over a commander or two.

 

He looked at Onderin, his helmeted stare speaking volumes, about what he was about to do, saying nothing of the activated lightsaber, the fully powered up armor system, and the A-280 rifle he still had clutched in his hand.

 

"Onderin Starlisk, you are hereby asked, to simply come with me peacefully, any attempt to resist will be met with force."

 

As if to punctuate his statement, ship suddenly shuttered as a detonator that destroyer everything with in fifty meters of the blast point suddenly and explosive tore through a hanger bay, venting numerous bodies, standby ships and personnel into space.

 

The A-280 rifle was slung onto his shoulder and the blue lightsaber switched hands still pointing however, at the admiral he had forcibly pushed down.

 

The Bridge crews at first looked in awe, but were very quick to draw guns and aim them at his person. He on the other hand could care less as his entire focus was on the admiral. Though he almost did chuckled at one man trying to sneak up from behind him. The joys of 360-degree range of vision however, were sometimes too much to be appreciated fully.

 

His lightsaber came dangerously close to the Admiral's chin, as he awaited a response.

 

 

((We can do this two ways, either a 3 post each modded duel, no need to worry about interference since we are the only two out here. Or we could have you simply surrender. By the way I ran it by a mod to see if I could make it to the bridge in one post.))

[Onderin Starlisk]

((Try not to post the actions of the NPCs I have such direct control over as those on the bridge....that's almost as bad as posting Onderin's own actions....))

 

Onderin frowned, looking up at the Sith who had dared meet him on his bridge. He had known that this would happen, of course--known since the Sith's ship had first shown up. The whole situation was somewhat ridiculous in that light. But precautions had been taken.

 

Abstractly, Onderin's eyes met that of one of his conscious officers, who gave a slight nod, then whispered something into her commlink. It didn't appear that the Sith heard her, not with the various background noises of a capital ship's bridge.

 

Then, swiftly, faster than a blink of light, Onderin was on his feet, a small Force push propelling Slicer back several steps and into the nearest wall. But the Jedi Master didn't activate his lightsaber--there was no need to. The bridge was filling up with armed and armored Alliance soldiers, sporting their own A280 blaster rifles--mostly on their backs as one usually didn't use rifles in close quarters. Instead they had blaster pistols drawn and pointed at the momentarily incapacitated Sith.

 

The troops continued filing in until they completed two rows of half-circle around Slicer's position, with more as backup around the bridge and outside its doors. It was in all ways an impossible fight for the Sith to win. Even a move that flattened everyone on the bridge wouldn't save him if a firefight broke out.

 

"I will not concede," the Admiral said, moving back behind a row of troopers--it wasn't that he couldn't take care of himself if Slicer resisted, but that he didn't think there was any need to remain where he had been. "And if you decide that force is your best option, you'll find no mercy here."

 

He stopped near his command chair. Someone with a trained eye could tell from how he stood--his feet slightly apart and his hand almost noncommitally near his lightsaber--that he was still ready to defend himself in a split second were something to happen that would warrant such action. "Now, tell me who you are, Sith, and why you've come to me now."

 

((You seem to have left that option out....))

[Slicer]

((No, not really, I just didn't list it hoping you wouldn't consider it.))

 

Slicer sighed, he was surrounded, facing numerous guns, with no doubt more on the way, a Jedi Master stood untouchable behind the huge mass of men, barking at him about this that and the other.

 

All in all it was an impossible situation for any typical force user to win.

 

He said nothing; he simply weighed his options while starring down the barrel of the little blasters. He knew for a fact, that the number of men on the bridge, and the number of blaster pistols drawn, were of little threat to him. They would have been better trying to engage him in hand to hand combat. Never the less, he didn't have to compensate for stupid people, nor would he begin to now. Slicer activated his targeting system, and targeted his lightsaber for future reference later.

 

Closing his eyes he calmed himself, in a single flash he removed a cylinder object from his belt and tossed it toward the viewpoint. A clearly obvious grenade arced high in the air. With the force however, Slicer threw his blue lightsaber. The spinning blade, sliced through the glass faster then a bucket of water could put out the fire of a lit book of matches.

 

An explosive force of power suddenly tore through the bridge, as men, and their weapons, quickly were sucked out of the shattered viewpoint. As the momentum took him, he angled himself and tackled the Jedi master to the ground, crashing behind a bulkhead. Using it as a brace, he delivered a vicious punch to the man's breast plate, shocking him with enough volts that it was easily comparable to a stun blast.

 

The automated shutter, quickly closed the hole of to stop the escape of any more of the precious air, but by then it was too late, all of the bridge personnel had been sucked into space, along with Slicer's blue lightsaber.

 

Note to self, retrieve lightsaber after I wrap this up.

 

He turned to look at the incapacitated Jedi Master, lying against the bulk head. He wasn't sure what could keep this man down, he knew there were more than enough factors working against him. After all, if the sudden and violent decompression of air out of the ship's bridge hadn't been enough to make him at least black out, the stun punch to his chest, with the elctroglove should have done the trick. But as many people knew, Jedi were notoriously difficult to bring down.

 

He pointed his wrist at the man, and sent a single poisonous dart into the man's neck. With a sigh he had to return to other business at hand. He quickly locked down the bridge, effectively keeping the re-enforcements at bay behind large closed doors.

 

Moving off, his hands then flew over a new set of controls, moments later the ship sounded the alarm, for a self destructed sequence, giving every man on this ship a grand total of 3 minutes to get off the ship.

 

Slicer watched as every single escape pod was jettisoned by fleeing personnel, before deactivating the self destruct sequence. Lucky for him these rebels were so prompt other wise the ship would have blown up before all the pods had gotten out.

 

While on one hand, he was more than pleased with himself, for effectively getting rid of any of the ships possible defenders, he was also know on a ghost ship, with only himself, the fallen Jedi Master, and maybe a couple of droids to keep him company.

 

Well I guess I is time for me to get to my own ship.

 

Walking over to the Jedi Master, he delivered a bone shattering stomp onto the man's hand, before reaching down and snapping the man's right arm at the elbow. Not wanting the Jedi master to suddenly wake up and use a weapon, Slicer then focused his attention on the left hand and broke one by one every single bone in the man's hand.

 

Slicer stopped, the man was more than subdued, after all, even the healing powers of a Jedi would be hard pressed, to overcome the effects of a violent decompression of air around one's person, the elctroglove itself, and the poisonous dart, meant to send even an enraged wookiee to sleep in under five minutes. Break the right arm, and all the fingers on the man's left hand, was just making it impossible. However, since Jedi could heal, he would have to make sure he continually checked up on the jedi, least he heal, and mount some sort of attack against him.

 

Stepping away from the Jedi, he moved to navigation, and quickly input a set of coordinates. Giving it a delayed timer before jumping into hyperspace, Slicer picked up the Jedi master and carried him to the damaged hanger. A small atmosphere existed, which was more than enough for Slicer to transport the Jedi master to his ship. Then leaving the huge Super star destroyer, his own ship blasted away from the SSD as it suddenly jumped into hyperspace.

 

Blinking out his own viewpoint, he followed his enemy tracker all the way to a small cylinder object accelerating out into space. With the force he reached out, and had it crash into an invisible force wall, and moments later he had retrieved the object and placed it inside of his belt.

 

With that he too blasted off into hyperspace.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Looking into this... I believe your actions in posting the evacuation of the SSD is not your call as the NPCs and Alliance crew are under the control of the Alliance and are more likely to suit up, storm the bridge, disable the self-destruct (which it is suspect that you'd be able to enter), and smack you around in a fatal fashion instead of giving you an easy escape with the Admiral. Furthermore, if you're going to have a detonator you never posted dropping suddenly clear out a hangar bay and destroy everything with in it, make sure your now decimated ship isn't in the radius of the destruction if you wish to post future escapes in it.

 

Onderin, though personally disable is allowed to give a responsive post for the Alliance NPCs as Slicer is leaving the bridge.

[Onderin Starlisk]

The Sith Lord, apparently and foolishly thinking himself victorious, picked up Onderin's body and headed for the bridge doors. No sooner were these doors opened, however, than Slicer found a blaster bolt slamming into his right knee, crumpling him under the Admiral's weight. Another blaster bolt soon followed, hitting his shoulder and burning a hole there, the powerful A280a's making a deep mark.

 

Soldiers burst into the stabilized bridge, giving the Sith Lord several stun bolts to knock him out. Some of these were at very close range, wreaking havoc with Slicer's nervous system, causing him to convulse on the ground and a particularly unpleasant sensation to burn through his body in his last moments of consciousness.

 

"You," the soldier in charge said, pointing to two troopers. "Get the Admiral to a bacta tank." He then stepped over to a console and easily--with only a few buttons hit, in fact--shut off the self-destruct system, as well as undoing the other commands Slicer had put into the system concerning course and destination. He then surveyed the bridge. Several officers were dead, though others had survived the crisis by holding onto their chairs and avoiding being sucked out through the decidedly small breach in the transparisteel, triangular viewports.

 

All in all, the damage wasn't that bad, and the Sith was subdued.

 

While Onderin was put immediately into bacta, the ship's captain--one of the survivors, though he was a little scathed--organized Slicer's detainment. These days, the Alliance kept a fair number of Ysalamiri on hand, most of them having been gathered and bred starting with the construction of the anti-Sith troopers (none of which happened to be aboard). The community of Ysalamiri thriving but hardly enough to keep entire ships off limits to the Force, each ship had at least one prison cell that was kept outside the Force, the Ysalamiri quite well protected from any sabotage.

 

It was to one of these cells aboard the Sword of Justice that Slicer was taken, after being examined several times by many scanners to make sure that he was completely disarmed. He was stripped down to his essential clothing and provided with brig clothing and thrown into the cell, completely without access to any weapon or the Force. The cell was extremely well constructed, being an Imperial cell that had seen much use in its past service.

 

Quite simply, there was no way even the greatest Sith could escape, and Slicer would remain unconscious for some time.

 

OOC: You will be aboard this ship until someone rescues you--don't even think about trying to escape.

[Slicer]

Clearly the whole capture was an illusion in the minds of some, after all, if there was one thing Slicer's armor was designed to do, it was designed to take blaster bolts with out hampering him in the least. In addition, since it was fully powered up, there wasn't a chance that the a-280 rifle shots that had slammed into him at first could have so much as slowed him down.

 

So when the first shot slammed into his knee cap, his armor which was built for such tactics, easily compensated for the energy which allowed Slicer to begin his pivot, The blaster bolt slamming into his shoulder, only helped spin him around faster to drive under cover.

 

In that instant, Slicer decided to mount his own counter attack, with the force, he shoved, hard through the opening sending the attacking personnel crashing into each other. This gave Slicer the time he needed, to gather his wits. Tossing the admiral to the side, he tossed a single Ec-detonator through the door of the bridge, the explosion violently shocking all of the men still outside of the door.

 

He removed a canister from his red lightsaber and tossed it through the opened door. Then dashing to the controls, he attempted to relock down the bridge, yet in his rush and other such factors he was unable to lock it down at that particular moment. Luckily, he always had another option.

 

He could stay and fight his way to the hanger, or he could try something else. With the doorway momentarily clear since the troopers that were still alive after being violently shocked by the ec-detonator, were now gasping for breath and dying as the swamp gases quickly moved through their systems killing them.

 

There was no doubt even more troopers on the way, and there was no way he could hold out forever. There was also the countdown to a self-destruct sequence still going off. He calculated he still had about two and a half minutes to make it to his ship and escape before this thing turned into one massive fireball. That was something he doubted he would be able to do, since there would be heavy resistance along the way, of men and women willing to die, then abandon ship and live to fight another day.

 

Rebels really need to get a priority check, here they were all willing to die because of a single intruder.

 

There was little doubt that he could not hold the bridge, but to risk warfare in the open ship was impossible. He had fewer options then he liked. He could easily get out of here with himself and only himself. Problem was carrying this admiral out of here. Suddenly the perfect idea came to him. He quickly took over the controls and closed the blast doors on a few routes to the bridge. With that little bit of time, he quickly worked his way through the system. Having been a member of the empire, he had had, access to specs such as these more than often enough. Therefore, he was able to quickly get to what he wanted through a combination of knowledge and hacker skills.

 

All through out the ship life support systems began to shut down, as the timer to the self-destruct sequence grew dangerously close to the thirty marks.

 

He attacked the controls again this time succeeding with the shutting of the bridge door. As soon as the bridge door was closed however, he quickly turned to a new problem. His hands flew over the controls, until he turned off the self-destruct system. A few keystrokes abd button press later and he closed every single blast door leading up to the bridge.

 

A single snap hiss was heard, as he moved off and with his red lightsaber fused the door in place, keeping it from ever opening again, through normal means. Only powerful explosive charges and maybe a UCT otherwise known as a lightsaber could have a hope of making an entry into the bridge now. This gave him more than an amble amount of time to accomplish his next feat.

 

Attacking the controls, he quickly hacked through the ships controls, made all the easier by having directed bridge access, and routed the primary and secondary controls of ship to the bridge and the bridge alone. Then shortly afterwards he deactivated the life support system to the ship.

 

A sudden smile crossed his features as he realized just how doomed the alliance personnel now really were. He had given them a chance to escape, he had been attacked, and now he had cut off that option, in a way.

 

Walking to Onderin he bent down checking the man over before policing what he could from the man. Twirling the lightsaber he had found on him, he couldn't think of much to do with it, so he fiddled with it enough to power the saber down to something equaling a low level training saber. While the saber itself posed no danger to him, he didn't want to risk a surprise attack by any means. Then he tossed it as far away from the jedi as possible, meaning of course to retrieve it later.

 

Returning to the controls, he diverted the energy of the life support systems to the engines, meaning of course to make a quick get away. His ability to fly this thing left much to be desired however. Therefore, he did the only think he could think of. Using himself as the middle man, hooked up a link to the Super Star Destroyer which in a way meant he was linking the two computer systems up.

 

Hi ship under his control, blasted from the hanger, and picked up the lightsaber he had let drift into space, by simply flying ahead of its current trajectory and opening its boarding ramp.

 

 

Shortly afterwards, the rigging of the two computer systems together was completed, and Slicer told his ship to jet off into hyperspace. Moments later the Super Start destroyer shuttered and then emerged into hyperspace.

 

As a last precaution, he took up a defense behind a bulk head facing the door. He activated his advanced radar, which allowed him to see past the thick door, with difficult to see any approching targets. This along with he force would keep him from being suprised by any sudden alliance troops. As a precaution, he removed three swamp gas pellets from his lightsaber and placed them be the door. Any forcibly entry would actiavte the little pellets, and swarm the troopers in more than enough gas. yet as if that was enough, he made sure he still had another ec-detonator good for throwing. Removing his medpack from his side he actiavted the medisensor to motior the Jedis condition. even the slightest change would force Slicer to perhaps break a few more bones and maybe add a few more darts.

((If you are gonna fight my post, you know I am gonna fight yours. Now listen up because I only plan to explain this once.

 

My armor primary function is to protect me from blaster bolts. If you read my char sheet, that could easily be determined. As a result, the blster bolts you hit me, would not be in any way an incapctatin shot, either to my knee or my shoulder. Now then since those two shots are what opened me up to the stun bolts, and since those stun bolts couldn't have done the damage you posted it doing, I checked with Jareth who said, I could negate said damage and post from where it would apply to me. Well he said that made sense anyway. So if you notice I took up the post where the blaster bolts slammed into, posting the correct amount of damage if one took into account the powered up armor systems that I was wearing. Soin a shorter explination, the blaster bolst you posting hitting me, would not have set me up in the position you claimed they would have, there by allowing me to simply use what would make sense. That is why the stun bolts never reach me, and that is why I remain undamaged in the most part by your NPC attack. Now I didn't touch any of your NPCs I didn't control them in anyway, though I will have to admit, I would be hard pressed to see how they would be able to make it to the bridge.))

[ObliviousKnight]

((Mandalorian armor has been described as being unable to completely withstand a close-range stun bolt.))

 

In the devastated city of Hikahi, a man with a stylish cowboy hat and a thick, Chuck Norris-like beard farted. This was no ordinary fart--no, this was the sort of fart that God hears from Heaven above, and makes choruses of angels suddenly fall silent in embarrassment for the poor man.

 

Strangely enough, the man directly behind him, an unfortunate soul suffering from a terrible case of asthma, found that his lifelong illness was miraculously cured.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

The thread is locked until I have a word with some of the other mods for deliberation.

[Guest]

Slicer: How much of an ass are you going to be today? Seriously you asked me if your armor could negate some blaster damage, which I approved, but my god. What the heck are you thinking 1. Trying to take an ssd by yourself, 2. making a totally absurd post like you just did.

 

I told you to play or don't. That I wouldn't write your post for you. Apparently you've chosen the latter because what you've posted your character doing is completely rediculous.

 

NULLED, Obviously, and you can take a week off RP to reevaluate how you want to play here. I suggest you come back with something better than what you've shown here today.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Few things were more amazing in the galaxy than bacta. The Thyferran liquid had revolutionized the galaxy with its incredible healing abilities, overcoming its predecessor, the Manaan kolto, with ease. Bacta saved millions of lives every day, able to heal everything from old scars to broken necks.

 

Onderin Starlisk's injuries weren't nearly so threatening as a broken neck, and his healing process didn't take much time at all, especially since the Force sped up his recovery as he took an active role in his regeneration as soon as he was conscious. As soon as he got out, he reclothed himself in his newly-washed robes and replaced his lightsaber on his belt.

 

He was quickly informed of what had been done to the Sith who had attacked him and was now locked up in a cell that he could never escape without being rescued. It was even more effective than killing the man, he was told. Given the day's cloning capabilities, Onderin could only agree that this solution was best.

 

But there were other matters to attend to as well. The planet had been damaged, but it was hardly so great a damage as to wipe out all surface life. Remembering back to stories of Honoghr, the Admiral immediately ordered a clean-up project that would attempt to save the planet's ecosystem.

 

He also ordered that the shipyards be rebuilt--the Empire hadn't thought to ensure that such a thing would not transpire, so their damage, although costly in lives, was superficial in the overall scheme of the war.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Duty called back at Gala, and the Admiral departed with the Sword of Justice, leaving behind enough shuttles and transports for the projects he initiated to be completed from Mon Calamari's surface.

[Onderin Starlisk]

Long since rebuit, the Mon Calamari shipyards were returning to maximum efficiency.

 

((Just checking in.))

[Vladimir Faust]

Beyond Mon Calamari's long distance sensors, a small fleet materializes. Coming up alongside the Arachnid are 3 other Star Destroyers. In the organic bowels of the Arachnid, Faust watches the battle unfold. Though not a fan of battle meditation, the will to radiate his hatred and malice among the loyal troops, to spread the bloodlust and desire for pain, is a chance he cannot pass up on.

 

For Faust, he finds the ship a unique creature and somewhat fascinating. Used to the merger he carried with his precious Bhelliom, Faust finds the thought of tapping into the ship itself a familiar activity and is in turn able to use it to enhance his meditations and will.

 

Focus is on him as he prepares for the assault on Mon Calamari's shipyards. Though wounded earlier, Faust now carried a grandier plan for the Alliance stronghold: Something worse than annihilation. Instead, he envisioned total and utter assimiliation into the Imperial fold.

 

"Kill it."

 

Faust's first command, barely given above a whisper, echoes through the bridge. Though the command is simple, the inflections are not and the bridge crew hastily complies, not without several collective shudders. The word spreads and in turn so do the signals. In less than a minute, communications out of the system are dead, replaced by a sickly static.

 

"Launch the bombers and deploy."

 

Faust's next order, carried out nearly right after the first, would quickly give meaning to the terrified workers and soldiers on Mon Calamari facing radio silence. A wave of TIE Bombers arrive in formation. Though the shipyards may have returned to maximum effeciency, the shattered defenses still limped. Faust intended to push them fully into the grave. The bombers, catching their prey off guard, streaked a wide path of destruction through the defensive set up of the shipyards.

 

Taking a page from Sullust and his previous sacking of Gala, Faust knew that the chaos would open up a precious opportunity to land forces. Dozens of space troopers hung onto dear life as TIE Bombers made their initial runs. As the fiery streaks marked the ship's path, several rocket packs sprang to life, the troopers swooping down amid the flames and ash to occupy the defenses and hopefully decapitate the command of the defensive parameters and the shipyards themselves. Though the bombing runs risked destroying the Imperial's own troops, Faust carefully planned his mad and dangerous gambit. He would not be denied.

 

The Star Destroyers close in, opening up support fire, tearing through the space bound structures. Faust's icy blue eyes watch, and wait... Sensing the moment is upon him, with his foes knowing they are outmanned and communications are dead, he gives one last order to ensure the galaxy will never discover what is about to happen here until far, far too late.

 

"Grav wells. Fire at will."

 

The Arachnid's gravity wells spring to life just as that first fleeing ship, singled out by Faust's force given presense, attempted its failed and dead effort to run for it. Caught off balance, the ship and several others like it are swarmed by support fire. No one escapes into hyperspace.

 

With Faust's will, a terrible and frightening thing, bending itself over the Imperial troops- not even for battle coordination or tactics, but with a simple, bloody, animal desire to destroy and to strike a deep fear into the hearts of his enemies, the battle for Mon Calamari begins anew.

 

The bridge of Faust's flagship is filled with captains giving orders- the landing of troops in the shipyards and defenses, specialized aquatic gear touching down on the surface in landing bricks, and the tactics to win the day- but behind it is a low, maniacal laughter that drinks in the slaughter and the knowledge that once the day is over, despair would reign over Faust's many enemies.