The Senate

The Senate

200 years have passed since the formation of the New Republic and problems have already arisen.

The Bladien Empire, an outer rim Confederacy of independent planets has risen to great power and its leader (played by AOR) is en-roaching on Republic space.

Grand Moff Gav of the Old Empire has risen to power as Supreme Chancellor, while he is a competent and good leader he lacks the charisma needed to hold the New Republic together and is on the verge of being forced from office by a group of Renegade Senators.

It is a time of difficulty for the New Republic. Since the rise of Supreme Chancellor Gavin Scott of the Imperial Empire the Republic has split into factions. With the power of the Chancellor waining a time comes for rapid reforms...however mostt speculate that the current leader cannot regain control. People turn to Emperor Bladian and the Mid-Rim alliances for help in this desperate hour of need.

*GMG sits in his office looking defeated*...this is not his domain he thinks..for he has just been beaten in a crucial vote on the annexation of the Mid-Rim alliance...it seems that he no longer has the ability he once had to sway the voters.*

Meastu Vakos was flying his star fighter near Kamino. His mission was to fly around that area patrolling it. To Meastu Vakos, this was one of the most boring missions he had ever taken. The imperials hadn't even been around this area. But Meastu Vakos also thought about the abject disturbance in the Force. What could this have been so important that only the council knew of it? And he was the only Jedi knight with enough alertness to sense any presence in the galaxy. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Meastu continuing his boring mission.

*GMG walked out of his office...*

"Lets see if the Jedi will suport me on this"

Grand Moff Morningstar was installed in one of her Procurator-class ships (basically Executor-class ships scaled down to 8 kilometers) while she sensed that there was something wrong about the Senate. She was on a boring mission, which was a simple patrol mission over Teyr. But why did she have to be there personally?

Michelle: I have to leave for Coruscant, the Senate will soon be in session.

Vice Admiral Cass: Sir, committing the Dunames to this run will be a waste of fuel! I recommend that you'd be using a smaller ship, like the Butterlake.

The Butterlake was a Venator-class Star Destroyer, fast enough in hyperspace to be able to make the flight from Teyr to Coruscant in four days.

AOR sat in his capital flag ship The Vindicator as it left hyperspace from a rift in one of the wormholes. Only through extensive research was AOR able to determine how these unstable warp giants worked. With this mastery of the new skill, he was able to make grand leaps of time that would make any normal ship a weeks journey into several hours day of time. He was being hailed by one of the escorting ships.

Capt. Dureaida: My league, we'll be passing the Alderaan planet in moments, which would make our estimated time one hour and a half at our current rate of speed. I would sugg....

AOR: Captain, divide the fleet in it's entirety. My ship and the Ring of Glory will escort me to Coruscant. Divide the rest of the ships into factions of three. One faction will remain orbiting the Alderaan system. and the other fleet will orbit around Metallos. Your fleet commander will jump into the deep core worlds and hold place over the Teta systems.

Capt D: My lord, what is the reason of this division?

AOR: You will soon find out. *AOR severs the communication with the force, and moves towards his observation room. Moments after arriving his fleet began to seperate. He watched as his fleet divided and he was left with his Malevolent Class SSD and the Imperial Class SD Ring of Glory* Capt. Halley.

Capt. H: Yes my league?

AOR: Make to Coruscant, hail me when we are there.

Capt. H: Yes my Lord.

we'll be passing the Alderaan planet in moments,

(wasn't that destroyed say... oh, i don't know, 200 years ago or so? 😛)

He was an unusual choice for the council to send him as a representative to the supreme chancellor. While he always voulenteered for any mission, and his ability to sense the feelings and sways of conversations through the force were far from weak, there were others on the council, and even some who had not yet reached the rank of master that were more profficent than Nari.

Still for their own reasons the council had actually taken up his offer this time, so it was that Nari found himself stopped by a ceremonial guard outside the S-Chancellors office, waiting for permission to enter.

While it was true that since the times of skywalker the senate had begun to trust the Jedi again, as they once did. It was still not common for their aid to be directly requested for.

Thinking back to what he knew of the ex-Moff Nari found his knowledge somewhat limited. Perhaps he mused, that was why the council had accepted his offer to attend this time.
They wanted someone to assess the request who would not be tarnished by previous preconceptions.

Clearing his mind he reached out with the forces through the metalic doors to find the mind of the ex-Moff. Probing lightly he attemped to get a general feel for his mood, in an attempt to predict what this meeting could be in relation to.

"Who are you?" muttered the Senator as he turned around, the guards pointed their Senate Guard Rifles at Terry.

"Death" Terry muttered, before taking out his two DH-17 Blaster Pistols, and ducking the incoming shots from the guards to hide beneath a desk. The guns were powerful, but they had to be reloaded in a short time.

"Fools" Terry chuckeled before standing up and shooting down the five guards. Terry dropped aside his two blaster pistols. He picked up one of the Senate Guard Rifle the dead guard had, and silently realoaded it. He could hear the senator whimper.

"W..w...Why are you doing this?" The senator managed to ask.

"The Bladian Empire bribed me so" said Terry smirking.
"Next time, contact me and if you pay me better, I might work for you.

Terry pointed his gun at the Senator and shot him in the head. The senator fell down.

"His somewhere here! I can feel him!" said voices in the corridors.

"Jedi..." said Terry, as he playfully, with a swift wave of his hand, collapsed the platinum collumns, so they would block the door.

"He blocked the door!" one of them screamed
"Calm down, Padawan! We have to move it aside, everybody... concentrate" a more older voice said.

Terry chuckeled before breaking the glass wall which led to the outside with his fist, and activated his jetpacks with a button on his survival belt. The roaring jet's blew from his feet, and he quickly made his escape to the nearby station he landed his shuttle on.

Meastu was starting to think of turning back, his ship was suddenly fired at. In a swift barrel flip, he dotched it, and targetted the nearest heat signal, which turned out to be another starfighter, which looked like it belonged to the Black Sun. Meastu coughed and said "Damn, I hate the Black Sun, they're such pests..." He started a series of turns, and the black sun followed. "This one's persistant..." he said, firing the laser blasters that he had installed in the back of his ship. The Black Sun fighter was destroyed, and he started toward a large ring-like asteroid. Then, he noticed on his radar that three more enemies were on his tail. He flew right into the entrance of the ring, hoping that they would unsuccessfully atempt to follow him. They did so, and Meastu muttered to himself "What could they want with me..." HE engaged his booster, and sped through the asteroid, and managed to get one to crash. The other two were less clumbsy. Streaking through space, Meastu's star fighter blasted the two off his tail, and then went back towards Coruscant.

A black jedi starfighter now exited from hyperspace, entering the atmosphere of Coruscant. Inside it, sat Arias, arguing back and forth about the disappearance of a certain possession Arias presumed to be missing. "R3, where is my Reflecting Mask?" R3 answered with a few beeps of astonishment. "Of course I'm going to blame you for it missing, you were the last one to touch it on our journey to Tatooine." R3 then did not respond, Arias waited intentively until R3 finally told him the location of it. "Beep, beep, deep..."

Arias's blood pressure rose, there laid the Reflecting Mask under his seat as his attention was diverted to it. "About time you told me where it was... Master Zalchor gave this to me before he died as a gift to me advancing to the ranks of Jedi knight." The mask was faceless, no facial features on this object at all. It was like a mirror, it reflected the entire interior of the starfighter. On the inside part of the mask, was a black/purple looking material which the user could not see anything if wear it. Arias now could remember his Master's very words as he sat back in the seat. "Arias, see through deception, for it has all kinds of forms... Mind your surroundings, the people, the life, and everything connected to the force... That is the only was you can activate it... The Eye of Omniscience..."

Just as those nostalgic words faded, an enormous starship entered out of hyperspace, right in there path. Arias, seeing as this, immediately took evasive manuevers. Dodging the gigantic starship by doing a barrel roll, followed by thrusters. Arias, amazed by it's size was then diverted by the dark power it emitted. "What power... Filled with hate and Malice... No good can come from that..." The ship immediately disappeared from sight as Arias checked his radar, which picked up nothing. "Amazing..." R3 went haywire, even though the ship passed five minutes ago. There ship now left deep space and into the city filled with life, an astonishing amount of ship taking off and docking from the bays in which they were held. Arias now pulled out a data pad from his robe in which he had recieved from a shady character, the data pad stated that they should land in docking back 28-374.

Arias did just that, three legs slowly sprouted from the bottom of the ship, creating a bit of turbulence as it had touched down to the ground. The cockpit opened as Arias got up and slowly walked towards the ground pulling up his hood which was black, scattered with red clouds along the cloak. Arias the placed the mask on his face. Everything now began to submerge in total darkness. Arias concentrated, feeling the flow of the force exuberating from the various living and nonliving things around him. Objects now took shape in his mind, along with the outline of the living creatures who inhabitated Coruscant. Arias pointed towards R3 and at that moment, a hilt flew through the air landing in Arias's right hand. It was a lightsaber hilt, resembling that of Ulic Qel Droma's. Arias placed the hilt on his utility belt under his cloak and then spoke. "Stay here R3, if anyone tries to touch this ship, take off and dock in a other bay, notify me then."

As quick as those words were, Arias walked away, R3 began to make several distinct beeps as it sat there idlely. Arias then pulled out the data pad once more, it showed him the picture of which building he was suppose to be in. Luck will have it that the same building on the datapad, was directly infront of him. "Arias looked up at it admiring the size and it's architecture. Arias then whispered something as he walked into the building. "That was easier than I thought..."

Originally posted by Squibit
(wasn't that destroyed say... oh, i don't know, 200 years ago or so? 😛)

(Not even well into the first page and I've already forgotten that Alderaan was destroyed by the death star 😮, some Emperor I am...😛)

The doors to AOR's bridge slowly opened as a shadowy figure waltzed across the narrow walkway (similar to that of the Ravager). AOR did not bother to turn, her over exhuming force presence was enough to tell him who she was.

AOR: You always had a manner of entering dramatically. You know I never like stowaways. Anything important, or are you going to sing to me your goal of vengeance and then we shall dance the dance we always dance. You shall lose, and leave only to come back again.

???: Don't flatter yourself. I'm here for the same reason you are, to watch the transition of the Senate. You and I both know the new Supreme Chancellor will determine the future of our relations with the Senate. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

AOR: You mean to tell me you will actually stay within striking distance of me and not lift a finger. Reminds me of our honey moon on Ragoon VI...

???: Don't push your luck. I'm only here for self reasons. Once they are over, you and I will be same old, same old.

AOR: Of course. *Just as AOR turned to face the hooded figure, he was hailed by the ship Ring of Glory. Captain Halley speaking.

Capt. H: Sir, we've entered the designated system. Coruscant is within range. *AOR however did not turn around, but only replied*

AOR: You commence exterior orbit, I will be with the descending crew momentarily. *AOR walked up by his guest facing the door that still remained open* Join me?

???: Out of curiosity and nothing more. *And they both made their dissent to the hanger bay*

Terry landed in the hangar. His sleek all customized "Slave I" on the deck. He then saw a medium sized ship take it's dock. Terry could feel AOR inside. "Well well well... Just saves me more worry, I get my money faster" he muttered.

"What the hell is that!" shouted one of the hanger troopers. Terry took out his DC - 15 Blaster, aimed it at the hanger trooper, and fired. The trooper fell with a thud.

"I better get extra credits for this" said Terry as he came up to the hangar control panel, letting the medium sized ship pass.

As AOR landed his Lombada class cruiser (it was always his favorite) on dock 110. As the latch of the door opened AOR stepped down the platform. He however was not wearing his normal robes of royalty. But was infact wearing dark robes and a strange cloth wrapped around both eyes. He seemed, however able to walk without the aid of anyone; using the force to determine the shadows of everything through the force. He could sense a presence. Although not familiar, he could feel the person making his way towards him. AOR however continued his way to the senate room. "If the person wishes to speak to me," he thought "he will come to me."

"Nice attitude" muttered Terry. "You owe me credits?" asked Terry. "Sorry, let me rephrase that.

"You owe me credits." he said, this time in a statement tone.

Meastu Vakos later landed on the planet Coruscant. Getting out, his Astromech unit, R5-D6, also popped out of the socket. Meastu looked back at the droid. "Hmm... It seems your damaged, my good friend?" The droid showed a chunk of plating missing, and the fried wires within. "Nasty burn.... I'll have to fix that. But not not now, I've got to go take care of something. Stay back with the ship." Meastu Vakos walked up the stairs and into the temple, where a Jedi master named Cri'll Delgo met him. "Good evening, Meastu."

"Oh, hello master Delgo. Good evening to you, also."

They started to walked down the halls of the Jedi temple, and continued to talk. Cri'll is Meastu's former master. They were not only master and apprentice, but also good friends.

"So, do you have anything to report from your patrol?"

"Not really, I just got attacked by a few Black Sun pests, but it's no worries."

"Well, if you think so. You're not my apprentice anymore, Meastu. You've grown into a very powerful Jedi knight."

"Thank you, master."

"I'm not your master anymore, I'm simply Cri'll Delgo. Nothing more, nothing less."

"I'm sorry mast- I mean, Cri'll."

Cri'll smiled, and walked on ahead.

"May the Force be with you."

Meastu replied "May the Force be with you as well," and walked back to his droid. He took it to the hangar, along with his starfighter, and had them both repaired.

Originally posted by Spidervlad
"Nice attitude" muttered Terry. "You owe me credits?" asked Terry. "Sorry, let me rephrase that.

"You owe me credits." he said, this time in a statement tone.

AOR stopped and then turned. Walking up to him so that only 5 feet remained between them. "Let me enlighten you on several points that may be life saving", he said in a calm cold voice applying force choke as ended his statement. "Number one, before you ever speak, or even mutter an expresion, you bow," AOR forced Terry to bow, "and then you kneel," AOR followed through again. "And the finally thing," he added still gazing as though Terry was still standing, "you always always adress me as Lord or League. Have I made myself clear?" AOR asked with no hint of a change of tone?

"I will call noone a Lord or a League. I am a proud Mandalorian, someone who is not loyal to anyone." answered Terry standing up, and breaking the force choke. Even thought it wasn't seen since he was in the clone helmet, he gazed at some of the patrol troops come into the hanger. They suddenly roze their guns up at AOR, not a remark of risk, but a simple remark of show off of the force "Not having a lightsaber does not mean one cannot use the force. Now, my credits?"

Originally posted by Spidervlad
"I will call noone a Lord or a League. I am a proud Mandalorian, someone who is not loyal to anyone." answered Terry standing up, and breaking the force choke. Even thought it wasn't seen since he was in the clone helmet, he gazed at some of the patrol troops come into the hanger. They suddenly roze their guns up at AOR, not a remark of risk, but a simple remark of show off of the force "Not having a lightsaber does not mean one cannot use the force. Now, my credits?"

"A mandolorian with class" AOR smiled coldly, "I like it. However they are not aiming at me me friend," AOR said laughing as he walked past the troops, their guns still aimed at Terry, "Just like the dolphins will attack the shark that bit them. So will the enemy attack the enemy that killed them. And, yes I am aware you will dispose of them with ease, but my goal is not to kill you, but distract you. I know alot more of you than you think I do." And with that, AOR entered the Senate building, his evil laughing still resonating through Terry's mind You are not ready yet, my friend. Not yet...

[I'm off for bed. See you tomorrow.]

In high orbit over the ruins of Ord Mantell, a large and unmarked fleet awaited their orders; It's Admiral's eyes remained locked onto the forward view screen as he scanned the nearby telemetry out of mere boredom.

This Fleet did not exist on or off the record and no one that knew spoke it's name; for the two-hundred years it had served admirably as a tactical espionage and reserved for emergency cases as a back-up for the main bulk of the Core-fleets.

The Republic had once commisioned it's first true action uder the command of the legendary Lando Calrissian in joint efforts of Master Jedi Luke Skywalker to deactivate and destroy an Imperial-super-destroyer vessel of unknown origion; it's onboard AI system would gather random sentient (and some near-non-sentients such as a large clan of Gammoreans) and reprogram them into Stormtroopers for an attack on the Rebels who then made the New Republic.

This non-existant fleet was Alpha-Blue...

"Admiral, sensors are detecting some strange readings" called the ship's communications commander.
"What is it, Kylaa?" The Admiral asked his subordinate.

The forward windows were engulfed by a blinding flash of white-blue and violet energy as subspace was literally torn open infront of them; not just a vessel exiting but it had burst outwards and had formed a large wake of sonic-energy.

The Executioner-Class star-destroyer was rocked by the energy as it cascaded off of their unprotected hull.

"Damage report, I want details people; what was that?" he barked left and right.

"Sir, Vessel approaching!" yelled the chief-helmsman.

as the energy gave way and the hole in hyperspace sealed itself, the Admiral could make out the shape of a needle-shaped ship.
"This is Admiral Ghenkoh of the Republic vessel Determination, you are hereby in breach of Republic Space under clause h-298 paragraph C; under no means must a non-commisioned ship enter Republic space without proper ID and or clearance codes.
"Unidentified ship, if you continue your present course we will be forced to fire upon you with maximum force; slow to stop and prepare for boarding!" the Admiral announced, adheering to his military disposition.

The ship itself was about three kilometers long and colored in a strange purle-grey-blue combination; illegible form of writing corvered the entire hull. It cotinued on it's path towards Ord Mantell and thrugh the fleet.

"You had your chance! ALL SHIPS, ALL BATTERIES, COMMENCE FIRE!" he yelled sternly, his thunderous and commanding voice echoed through the bridge and through the COM link between the fleet.

"No response captain..." Kylaa announced, "Inter-ship Comms are being jammed from unknown source..."

"Look!" one of the lesser helmsman said, jumping up fro his post at pointing at the strange vessel, "It's a hologram!"
Ripples of light and projectory flasshes were now apparent as the smaller ship past through them before dissapearing completely.

Both the Comms station and the Helm-pits of the star destroyer howled maniacally as sensors bounced off countless objects in al directions; the whole ship shuddered as something hit their hull.

"Confirmed; GIGANTIC FLEET DECLOAKINNG OFF THE STARBOARD BO..." Kylaa screamed in panic as her sensors detected a torrent of Comms chatter rebounding in every direction; she was, however unable to finish her raucous statement as the bridge was engulfed by a monumental Plasma-Implosion.

The strange enemy ships pounded the lesser Republic ships and split them from the seams; the largest of them measure roughly twenty-kilometres long and three-wide.

Not one of the ships from Alpha-Blue was able to send a distress or even a warning signal as the obviously-alien vessels blocked all transmissions...

The Tamareans have now a foothold in Republic Space....

Grand Moff Jango of the Mid-Rim alliance sat peacefully in his chair smokin a sigar. His wife brought him some blue milk.

'Thank you, darling'.