Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

The fleets broke apart, as all the interdictors cloaked once more and disappeared. The Star Destroyers dispersed and several evaporated into hyperspace. Others turned back towards the distant white speck of Hoth.

The squadron of X-wing fighters cleared their way along the hull of the Reaver and up passed the bridge viewports, waggling their S-foils as they passed, which was a traditional show of respect. "Shadow Flight, split into your wings, and give me a four point parade formation triangle with an attitude."

As the fighters split by pairs to reporm up at four points on the arificial horizion. the parade formation was another show of respect. A sign that Hetar himself thought was nesessary. Three fighter triangles assumed their positions and began to lead the ship partially behind, below, and infront of them in all respects.

"Okay Tyri, keep close to me, and keep an eye of those sensors. If this guy tries anything funny, we'll hit him with a round of torpedoes. Arsic, open a com channel to the Reaver." He got a twiddled response and immediately the buzzing vocals of a control droid broke through his cockpit speakers. "Admiral, uh? Warlord Jalos, please... This is Commander Hetar I'm sending your course on band 3372.890, it will be updated as we near the asteroid field. If you wish we can micro jump insystem. Shadows stay sharp."

((ship is called the prime directive.))

jalos stood and looked out of the forward viewport. "very well, we'll micro jump in. i'm bored with the asteroid field." he turned and nodded to a navigation droid who immediately began tapping on its console. the prime directives engines flared as it began the jump sequence. there was a flash and suddenly it was puling into the planets atmosphere. the rest of the fleet remained behind, spreading out and shutting down their power systems except for their shields.

The ships reached Hoths surface unhindered and Shadow Squadron put down in a much smaller hanger to the cavern that the Prime Directive entered. The pilots all disembarked their shuttles in dress uniform.
And made their way to the docking ramp for the new, or was that old arrivals. Regular soldiers cleared the way as the twelve pilots filed into two six-man lines. The door at the end of the service hanger opened and several high ranking officers entered but didn't head their way, and instead headed through a door opposite. Soon however a figure dressed in a dark claok arrived, with his face shrouded by the hood. He simply sat down between the pilots and assumed a cross legged position.

It was a moment before an actual officer arrived. the officer was a slender female dressed in a standard black Imperial jump suit, and had the rank cylinder of a General. Her uniform was tight enough the her ampe busom created a large curvature to the uper half of her body shape. Her hair was adorned in a pony tail and laid on her shoulder, while a cap settled on her head. Her face was covered in several vicious scars, which added to the history so villigent in her stark green eyes, alert, but weary. The scas stole from her beauty, but she did nothing to hide them. She stood to the sitting figures right, with a slight smile creaping onto her face.

The outer lock clanged and the metal doors parted to allow the Prime Directive into the main altrove of the cavern. From there it would dock and its passengers would disembark.

the prime directive slowly pushed to the side, it stopped just outside of the caern and its docking clamp shot out. it connected and there was a slight hiss as it decompressed. gren stepped onto the metal bridge inside as it moved to the other side of the plastisteel tubing and was carried right up to the imperial docking bay. he stepped off, followed by several droid bodygaurds and del gona. they began the walk down the ramp to the alcove floor.

The female general remained silent as she watched his decent. The cloaked figure (its Trist) rose and began approaching the open docking station. "Good morning, Warlord Jalos." He said and lowered his hood to reveal his youthfull but hardened features. "It has been..." he paused "...a long time." With a deep breath he turned and preceded them into the altrove.

"what, no handshake? i was beginning to believe that we were friends!" he exclaimed half heartedly. he followed trist, absorbing all of the stuff around him. "man, this place looks great. tis' hard to imagine what you might have done to spruce up such a beautiful cave?" he asked, thinking he might try and throw trist off.

(Writers Block)

Daran smiled. "Perhaps later." He said, sensing the ageing mans intent.

The female General greeted Jalos with a smart salute. "Adm- Warlord." She quickly corrected, a smile on her face. "Good evening, and welcome to Hoth-Base, sector 744."

Tyri studied the meeting of officers without much care for the matter. Over the years, her interest in the political aspects of the galaxy although believed impossible, had decreased. Her squadron had climbed in talent more and more, each battle easier won than the last. Tyri couldn't help but to silently sigh as she studied the officers conversation as well as her lined up pilot comrades, her gaze locking onto Hetar in particular. The thrill of battle had faded, the challenges becoming lesser and lesser. Not even the once very entertaining simulators in the canteena was challenging anymore. Either that, or simply dull. Not that Tyri cared all too much, for the bright side was that she served under the best Wing Commander anyone could hope for. Julius Hetar.

* * *

Lord Rhonin frowned in impatience where he wandered the deck of the ship. He could angrily stare at the crew that kept it going, feeling as if his blood was boiling in frustration. For more years than the galaxy could remember, Rhonin had been in stasis. The knowledge he had stolen from the minds of unfortunate defiant victims that once was part of this crew had proven satisfying, but this group was still an ignorant bunch of travelers that had been away for too long from the core systems to be properly updated. He knew there was more, but was out of options on how to learn all that there was. At least until civilization was reached, populated systems that could serve as fine sources of information.

"Captain!" he thundered, stopping by what resembled more and more a throne at the center of the bridge. He threw himself seated, frowning and gazed at the members that ran forth and back, checking their screens and keeping the vessle mobile "CAPTAIN!" he roared once more, although only a second or few had passed since the first bellow "STATUS!"

Julius clambered down his pilots rung, and landed on the hard laminated tiles with a clack. He glanced over the other X-wings in the hanger and began removing his gloves, but paused when he realised that the heavy doors hadn't sealed in the heat. "Blast, this planet! Gah!" He cursed mostly to himself. He looked over at Tyria as she hopped off her fighter and smiled. 'To hell with it.' He finished his motion, removed his gloves, and chucked them up into the cockpit as it began to lower to canopy. Techs began swarming in on the fighters; some on personell floats, others running. He sighed and began heading towards the power doors at the end of the hanger. Being stationed on Ord Mantell for a year had made him forget just how cold Hoth was. On the other hand Ord Mantell didn't have a great atmosphere either, but at least it was warmer. Thats not to say the base had changed, he mused, the place looked like the the inside of a cross between a Star Destroyer and a Corellian Corvette of the Another Chance era. Probably similar to the Tantive he'd heard stories about, only frozen. He stopped as he passed Tyri. "Coming Captain?" He leaned against her S-foils (and I don't mean her boobs).

***

Derin in a few minutes.

(😛)

Tyri glanced at Julius and she nodded as she slid his way. She had removed her flight equipment and left it in the cockpit and she acompanied him and patted him on the back as an implication that she was good to go, and as the two would start moving, subtly would she turn her head and make sure that the fighter was closed and going nowhere, although she knew it never did and never would. A lot like someone would look back at a peron they cared about as they parted for an uncertain period time. "Coming where, commander?" She asked, her hand resting on his shoulder as she kept his pace while they walked.

Originally posted by Obsidian Fury
Lord Rhonin frowned in impatience where he wandered the deck of the ship. He could angrily stare at the crew that kept it going, feeling as if his blood was boiling in frustration. For more years than the galaxy could remember, Rhonin had been in stasis. The knowledge he had stolen from the minds of unfortunate defiant victims that once was part of this crew had proven satisfying, but this group was still an ignorant bunch of travelers that had been away for too long from the core systems to be properly updated. He knew there was more, but was out of options on how to learn all that there was. At least until civilization was reached, populated systems that could serve as fine sources of information.

"Captain!" he thundered, stopping by what resembled more and more a throne at the center of the bridge. He threw himself seated, frowning and gazed at the members that ran forth and back, checking their screens and keeping the vessle mobile "CAPTAIN!" he roared once more, although only a second or few had passed since the first bellow "STATUS!"

Derin looked over at Rhonin momentarily with a smile that looked far more like a grimace. He cleared his throat. "Coming m'lord." The captain picked up the data pad from the console at the rear station and quickly walked over. "Good news, we'll be entering the Prassado system in about one hour. It is a bak water planet on the edges of Hutt space. We'll begin our inquiries there." He handed Rhonin the data pad.

Julius smiled. "Back to our bunks on Ord Mantell might be nice." He sighed. Their year long assignment had begun after the Freccin system had declared its independance from the Republic. Since the Alliance had not wished to take the planet by force, they wanted an available fleet ready within a thirty minute arrival time. Ord Mantell was twelve minutes away. Everyone was happy. Turned out the Republic were the one to forcefully attack Freccin. After a lengthy assualt, their forces arrived almost too late to save the planet. It had been what you might call, according to Admiral Vassisk; dirty politics, to the Wing Commander; it was a cheap underplay by a tactical genius. It worked however and Freccin is now under the IA's flag.

"Well we're on leave officially as of now, because I say so. Lets take that vacation we never talked about." He stepped into the suprisingly ice-less, and wamer hallway. Smirkng he turned to look into her [insert colour] eyes, "because we both know, that with current state of the Republic, we could be ordered to take Coruscant tomorrow." Julius chuckled. "Two years. We were fighting those Force using Yuuzahn Vong look-alikes for two whole Freccin (pun) years."

Rhonin leaned back as he ran his weapon into its socket by the side of his seat. His hand rested over the armrest and he looked at Derin as he spoke, and as he was done, looked over at the working crew. When Derin spoke, it was vaguely unfamiliar to Rhonin. While Rhonin had stolen the knowledge of his previous victims, both Prassado and Hutt space were two fairly strage terms to him. Rhonin still reacted in a neutral manner and nodded in approval. All that stood between him and his new rule now, was time.

As soon as he dispose of the rat called Darth Vader, it would all be his for the taking. Once again the galaxy will know the name Rhonin, to which they shall tremble in despair. "Very good. Carry on" Rhonin said, declining to take the datapad that had been handed him. There was no need for him to check for himself. No one dared lie to the great Rhonin.

* * *

Tyris green eyes almost sparkled with her smile as she looked back at the commander that walked by her side. "Coruscant would be refreshing. I grow weary of the same old things" She said, but paused immediately, as if in the middle of a sentence "Although not weary of all things" she then continued, leaning her head onto Julius arm with a faint smirk on her face, her hand touching his arm gently as she had them continue walking. "Vacation sounds nice" She said as a finish, enjoying to get inside from the cold, absorbing the heat in utter satisfaction.

He reached round and gently pulled her into an embrace. "I live to fly." He whispered, "You knew that when we consumated our relationship..." Julius leaned forward and met her lips "mmhmm?"

***

The Fears Ally (Rhonins ship) dropped out of hyperspace directly in the way of a space lane. The sight of the Dreadnaught sent chills down the spines of the Freighter pilots using the lane, both for legal and illegal reasons, as they broke left and right to avoid the huge prototype war-ship that had blocked their view of the starry sky'ed planet below. Called Pressado by the smugglers that had used the planet during the early old-Republic days, Pressado presides (pres-ado) on the exact border between Hutt Space and the Perlemain Trade Route which during the height of the Empire was the sectors primary gossip hub for bygone Imperial criminals. Since the New-Republic took over, life on Pressado continued as if the Emperor had never died.

The same can be said today. A class M planet, and with five moons; Pressado III's natural population grew extinct during the first Sith Wars, and the wars that followed, thus the general population ranged from Human to all kinds of in-Human and a wide assortment of creatures. Much like Nal Hutta itself, pollution tended to be a problem. The human population took to wearing air filters in the streets and cities.

Captain Derin Nerx approached Lord Rhonin. "We have arrived... m'lord."

Tyri welcomed his lips, although only briefly. With her eyes closed, she responded and made the meeting mutual, before parting the two after a short period. She smiled, holding her hands around his neck and ran one up his neck "I knew that before. I share the passion, you know" she said with a nod. As of late, however, she looked more forward to the time on the ground than that in the air. Not as much a lack of interest in the battles as heightened interest in her commander.

* * *

"This Hutt space . . . " Rhonin began as he rose from his seat and walked across the bridge, his weapon he left by the seat. He looked out the transparant walls with his hands behind his back and beneath the mask, a grin formed. "Belong to these Hutt creatures, yes? What can you tell me of these Hutt? How do you suggest we proceed? Our primary goal is to deal with this Darth Vader figure. Will these creatures be of any use to our cause, or perhaps an obstacle in our way? "

Rhonin turned, walking over to where the captain stood, and Rhonin stopped just before him, towering the man and looked down at him with a stare. Rhonin seeked to rule, but like any strategist, he could not simply charge head on. He lacked the information to rush into the center of the galaxy and simply declare rule. He knew nothing of this era, or what sections and systems that would prove formidable foes. His troops were not that many either, so Rhonin was uncertain how to proceed. After all, this was countless thousands years after he had gone into stasis, or so it at least appeared.

Derin did grimace this time. "The Hutts... are vile creatures that care more about running spice, holding illegal gambling events, slave trade and killing off their rivals, to even care about the happenings of the galaxy unless there is profit to be had. Well thats what I know, however, Pressado is not within Hutt Space, yet much like Tatooine, it is run by a Hutt-"

"Communcations from the planet, do we answer?" Came an officer from the rear of the bridge.

Nerx looked at the mighty Rhonin, not even backing down to the challenge that the creature represented. "Do not respond, however move the ship into bombardment range. Fire at will on any defence installations the computer plots, make shield generation our primary concern."

The ship had already begun to thunder away green bolts into the atmosphere, turning what had once been a functional, yet haphazard, shield generator into a puddle of boiling lava and burning scraps of metal. Others hit various hangers and certain areas of cities, and defence cannons which simply evaporated. In minutes everything was over.

Captain Nerx stared at Rhonin, "all yours m'lord."

***

"Riight, well lets see if accomidations have improved, shall we?" He finally unclipped his flight gear with one hand and draped it over his shoulder. They began walking head on shoulder on head, down the almost ship-like corridor. "I love you you know that!" Julius mused, with a Han Solo-esque grin on his face. "So what kind of adventure have you had planned for us, snice your skids (landing pilons) hit the ice?" (😄)

"I wish to meet with this Hutt ruler. If the Hutt is as involved as you claim them to be, this is a necessary stop" Rhonin said, raising his hand and had his weapon pulled into his hand through the force. The Hutt would certainly know at least roughly the whereabouts of this Vader character, and hopefully a lot more than that. "Prepare the transports, and mobilize what groundtroops we have at our disposal. Cripple their lines of defense, take their cities and bring in what politicians, bounty hunters, leader roles and knowledgeable beings you can get hold of alive. Find out where this Hutt reside. Time is of importance, so let's not make this a friendly visit. Move in, strike fast and move out"

Rhonin started walking towards the exit of the bridge with intent of reaching the hangars. If the Hutt even was half of what Captain Nerx said it to be, it would be a formidable victim of interrogation, and if the situation demanded it, addition to Rhonin's brain. He lifted his hand, gesturing the captain to follow him "Captain, come" he said, pausing as the gate to the bridge opened "Inhabitant troops, ships, resources, politicians. Take what you can get. Kill what you can't" he thundered as he walked.

So it had begun. Lord Rhonin entered the game, and the price was the galaxy. All he had to do now, was to annihilate all that did not join.

* * *

"I've heard it before" she responded with a mocking smirk. "Oh, I'm not quite sure. The canteena never fails to get speed on things, so we could stop by there, for perhaps a drink or two. Then, we'll see where the night takes us" she finished, smiling as she tapped with her fingers on his chest, her head resting against his shoulder.

The Blue Riot exited the jump, positioning itself above Hoth. The mighty vessle floated proudly, for the first time in over two years approaching Imperial Alliance territory. The captain of the Blue Riot sent a communication request signal to the Imperial Alliance base on Hoth, but almost before the signal was even sent, a shuttle had been launched, consisting the not unfamiliar masked woman, two lightsabers beneath the dark robe that clad her. In the shuttle was several other figures, each one as mystic and robed as the others.

"Back at last, and that wretched blind woman nowhere to be sensed." she thought, as she looked out the shuttle as the magnificent Blue Riot became smaller and smaller, the further the descent progressed. She turned to look down at Hoth, a planet whos elements she had not missed, although it took little effort to keep the cold from touching her skin with a single thought. She never liked snow. "What if they open fire, m'lady?" One of the robed questioned, uncertain sending a shuttle down before approval was a good idea "Then so be it. The day has not yet been, when Darth Banis politely await invite" the robed woman responded.

Originally posted by Obsidian Fury
[b]"I wish to meet with this wledgeable beings you can get hold of alive. Find out where this Hutt reside. Time is of importance, so let's not make this a friendly visit. Move in, strike fast and move out"

Rhonin started walking towards the exit of the bridge with intent of reaching the hangars. If the Hutt even was half of what Captain Nerx said it to be, it would be a formidable victim of interrogation, and if the situation demanded it, addition to Rhonin's brain. He lifted his hand, gesturing the captain to follow hiwledgeable beings you can get hold of alive. Find out where this Hutt reside. Time is of importance, so let's not make this a friendly visit. Move in, strike fast and move out"[/b]

Rhonin started walking towards the exit of the bridge with intent of reaching the hangars. If the Hutt even was half of what Captain Nerx said it to be, it would be a formidable victim of interrogation, and if the situation demanded it, addition to Rhonin's brain. He lifted his hand, gesturing the captain to follow him "Captain, come" he said, pausing as the gate to the bridge opened "Inhabitant troops, ships, resources, politicians. Take what you can get. Kill what you can't" he thundered as he walked.

So it had begun. Lord Rhonin entered the game, and the price was the galaxy. All he had to do now, was to annihilate all that did not join.

"Yes, lord Rhonin. You have the bridge Commander." Derin quietly as quickly fell into step with the taller being. "MY men will not fail you." Even as they left the bridge, orders were crisscrossng each other to mobilise all available Stormtroopers and assualt vehicals to the ground.

They walked in complete silence to thhe turbolift bank. Nerx remained loyal to that silence, not through fear, but for the dicipline it provided his thoughts. He expected little resistance from the Hutt on the planet, however in time he was sure that the other Hutts on Nal Hutta and other systems will be of some annoyance. "Honestly," he began, "this Hutt will be of better use to us as an empty minded corpse, if I may say so." He keyed for the lift, noticing for the first time that the entire hallway was devoid of life.

* * *

"I've heard it before" she responded with a mocking smirk. "Oh, I'm not quite sure. The canteena never fails to get speed on things, so we could stop by there, for perhaps a drink or two. Then, we'll see where the night takes us" she finished, smiling as she tapped with her fingers on his chest, her head resting against his shoulder. [/B]

(if you find a good pic for Julius, I'll use it.)

No reply was sent to the Blue Riot (why that name by the way?) nor were any hostilities enacted on the approaching shuttle, until that is, they were in the atmosphere. "Shuttle BR-01, the is Hoth air-traffic control, we are feeding your navigation computer landing co-ordinates, switch to transponder code three and follow vector 327, a flight of TIE fighters will guide you in. Hoth air-traffic control out." The clipped voice disappeared.

***

Daran had been trailing the General and the Warlord, but swiftly changed diretion when his senses had picked up on a presence. A quick comlink conversation, and he was simply standing in a hanger on his own as BR-01 was heading towards to mag-con field. He could see it as a black speck with flashing lights against the nighttime Hoth-scape.

Daran