Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

"Commendable efforts, but pathetic!" Rhonin slid back at the ruins of the wall, barely had his balance shaken by the forcepush. The female leaped at him and swung her lightsaber, which was quickly parried by his available arm and countered with a smash from the side with his staff, throwing her into the wall. "How do you feel, pest!?" He spun and punched the wall she had been thrown into, shredding all that his fist hit, bringing the entire wall down over the two. He beheld her as the stone fell over the two, although seemingly did not bother Rhonin when impacting him.

(I'm kinda drunk,so excuse me, if I make a mistake)

Derin kept his distance, watching the beast fight the more agile opponant. "OF-327 report?"

"We are in position to apprehend the Jedi as soon as she is unconscious." Came the whispered reply.

"Good, stand-by."

* * *

"Then we shall inform the Admiral in his office..." Daran gestured as he walked down the empty corridor. "In private. After you, Lady Banis."

* * *

Hetar smiled as he popped the last piece in his mouth. "I have to admit, Tyri, that I actually enjoyed it. Nice to try something different for a change." He kissed her after downing the Cider-like drink. "So, dessert? Or dessert?" He added more emphasis.

Q'Anilia covered her head as the wall above her toppled, while at the same time attempting to ignore the extreme pain that he had inflicted in such little time. She had dropped her lightsaber when she impacted the wall, but he had already proved that she had no use for it anyway. Instead she waited for the right moment, and as the wall stopped crumbling, she clenched her fists tight and gave out a mighty roar, although in comparison to that of this man sounded more like a yelp. All around them, stone and fabrics shattered and the ground and walls surrounding them quivered and exploded as she repeated the move she had used outside. Sharp, visible kinetic ripples spread, expanding outward rapidly and threw rumble and loose objects away at high velocity, even shattering what was left of the walls and roof surrounding the two. This attack not only allowed her to stand up safely, but threw Rhonin of his feet and backwards.

She pulled her lightsaber to her hand and ignited it once more with the hand it landed in. She lifted her other hand and clenched it tightly, leading her to alter the air currents around Rhonin, turning the air into a maelstrom. The swirling force would kept Rhonin in the air, Q'Anilia having ceased the opportunity where he was shot back, and while it kept him in the air, that was not all it did. Rhonin spun in circles, and loose rocks from all around was pulled into the circle and impacted Rhonin as they did.

"Who are you!" She demanded with a yell, trying to make her voice heard in the loud noises that the maelstrom and her chain of attacks was creating. She then ran at him, and threw her lightsaber at him as she did so.

Derin was thrown back away from the crumbling hallswy. His body hit a walln and spun around to smack against the Ferrocrete.

"Uh-" was all Rhonin said before he was shot back with great force from taking a hit by Q'Anilia. On top of things, she spun him in circles in the air as she then charged at him and threw her saber as she did so. Rhonin impacted the wall with a mighty grunt in what could be identified as pain. He frowned at the incoming saber and slammed it out of its path with his hand and had it slide the floor of the chamber he had been shot into. "YOU AGITATING PEST!" he roared and rose immediately from where he laid against what was left of the wall he impacted. "THIS ENDS NOW!" he thundered as he clenched his fist and roared, the visor on his mask flared bright red, bolts of lightnings now coming out of not only his hand, but body and staff and kept coming constantly, the wheel on the staff spinning faster and faster, intensifying the electricity. The quantity almost covered the entire room, making it seem like nothing short of a thunderstorm inside the puny room.

* * *

Banis walked down the abandoned hallway, just in front of Daran. She couldn't help but thinking about this newly arrived force to the galaxy, and the power it contained. She also couldnt help but hoping it would take that wretched Miraluka out once and for all, and end what problems she had. Daran was still not as tame as Banis could hope. Her mind then drifted as they walked through the base and eventually appoarched the office of the admiral.

* * *

"I'm all done with food for the evening. Let's move out of this dull canteena and go get ourselves some peace and quiet" She added, stroking her hand over his chest with a smile, then gave him a kiss of her own before rising from the table, holding his hand as she did so. "Let's move out, wing commander" She said mockingly.

In her charge towards Rhonin, she came across a brief moment of disarray as she took note in her move having effected the human soldier as well. "Noo!" she yelped and cursed as the move werent supposed to stretch that far, she bothered herself with repeating, and during this moment of disarray, Rhonin had rose to his feet at a surprising rate and lightning bolts werent slow to follow. Struck by one in the beginning, the force of the lightning alone shot Q'Anilia back through the room to where she started running, and she tumbled around on the ground, but was swift back up on her feet.

She raised her hands then, and the lightning that came for her next was negated. Her hands, both of them, catched a bright blue glow and she focused all her might on the lightnings of the room. It all focused on her hand, rather than elsewhere, but came with such magnitudes that it became strainful almost immediately. She gasped once, twice, thrice but was forced to release the absorbtion of lightning and the charged up power in her fists was released, resulting in her electrocuting herself and was shot out of the palace in grave agony, screaming. She impacted the ground, her clothes feeling as if on fire. It felt as if she had fried her internal as well as external organs, all in one move.

She gasped for air, but infutility. She grasped with her hands in the dirt on the ground, desperately trying to get back on her feet. Her hands barely obeyed her commands, and she saw no other option than to give into the selfinflicted paralyze. She had failed, and without much of a fight. She simply laid there now, unable to move, staring blankly into the skies.

Post Correction:

Derin watched the fight with growing awe in Q'Anila's skill and agility, and Rhonins brute power. He had moved to what he felt would be a generally safe distance, however, during Rhonins main attack, which caused the wall to shatter, Q'Anila produced an almost subsonic roar that caused him to cover his ears, wishing he had worn the Stormtrooper helmet after all, not just removed to com-set. He watched and turned partially away as a shockwave that simply shattered the stone and shredded the building on thatfloor from Q'Anila's point, he was hit by the shock wave; tearing away and shredding small parts of his uniform as he was thrown into the air, and with increasing speed he impacted into a wall, upside down. He spun from the wall hit, and smacked against the ferrocrete of the Hutt's palace floor.

***

Darth Sear entered the office to find the Admiral waiting for them. He bowed slightly.

Vassisk shrugged it off somewhat, and nodded. "Good evening lady Banis." He nodded. "It has been some time, I trust you will offer an explenation as for why you interrupted my bed-time." He began laughing, and cleared his throat. "The Obsidian Fury has returned, and has attacked Presado III, I also trust you will have something to tell me involving this?" The 59 year old Grand Admiral ran a hand through his lght brown hair, smiling as Banis entered. "Can I offer you some caf? Or Stimsuline?" He getured to the pot on his desk.

***

As ordered, the apprehension took place and troops crowded the crashsite of the Jedi. Rhonin, still inside the palace, frowned and started walking in the direction she was shot at. He held his chest, for while this Jedi was overpowered a great deal, he had to commend her for holding great power and effort. As he positioned himself by what previously was a wall but now appeared more like a balcony to the outside, he beheld the troops lifting up and carrying the Jedi away. He was amazed that she could withstand such a blow, although selfinflicted, and be awake even now.

He turned then and looked into the hallway that they had started their fight in. At the far end laid Captain Nerx, and Rhonin shook his head with a frown. He lifted his hand and grasped the air, and Derin was lifted up into the air and pulled to Rhonin "You best explain to me why I should let that Jedi last the day" he spoke and jumped down from the palace, having Derin floating behind him. When within range, Rhonin gripped Rhenin with his hand and threw him onto his shoulder, carrying the captain towards the shuttle. As he walked away from the palace, he studied the ruins that had been created in the brief fight between him and the Jedi "Bah, pest" he frowned as a finish.

* * *

"I'm afraid I left my manners on Korriban. I'm not here for a snack, admiral" She started, and then closed the door behind her and Daran with the force. She put her hand over her face and removed the mask tenderly, placing it on the desk "I need you to seize this Obsidian Fury, or destroy it. Either way, its current master must not be allowed to roam. For the good of all, which includes your fancy empire" She spun and sat down in the seat of the admiral behind the desk, her legs she threw on top of the desk. She placed her hands behind her head and turned to look at him "For as long as this evil breathe, it is a danger to you all" 'and to my design' she added in thought.

Q'Anilia groaned in agony, unable to even struggle with the troops that now carried her. It puzzled her some that they did not execute her right there, but instead carried her to their shuttle. She wanted to speak, but even with strain was unable to utter a single word. Instead she simply beheld the sky above, and the troops that carried her. She had failed in taking him out, but for as long as they kept her alive, she would be given another chance. She had to be cooperative and careful for the moment though, until she could figure out a way to take this giant out.

She frowned at her previous attempts. Sending him through walls and across the room did barely inflict any damage, while lightning was simply neglected by his armor and he blocked her lightsaber with nothing but his arm. And the force in his lightning was so very intense. But everyone had a weakness, and she had to figure his out, before he would come to his senses and disposed of her. If he, although the most likely explanation, was even the leader figure in this. She could not help but note how he carried that man over his shoulder, or how he did not kill her when he had the chance.

She had certainly gotten herself into a strange situation.

"This act of compassion... for me... on your part, is embarrising for both... of us, m'lord." The captain whispered, opening his eyes. He could tell that several of his ribs had been broken, and his arm probably housed several micro fractures, he was also finding it quite difficult to breathe. He was sure that his lungs had been punctured, weather by bone or shrapnel he didn't know. "We... will talk... on the subject of... this... Jedi's fate later." He struggled to make it a statement.

A Stormtrooper fell in beside Rhonin. "Lord Rhonin, what do you wish us to do with the local populace?"

***

Julius nodded. "Okay captain sweet-heart, lead the way." He pushed his plate away and, after wrapping his arm under her arms, around her, pulling her close to him. They slipped out of the booth. "Charge my tab."

The droid made a quick nod gesture. "Yes, sir."

***

The Admiral paused for a moment, then sat down at his desk. "I see, then are you telling me to mobilise my entire fleet against this person who is throwing his boot into your plans?" The admiral read her thought from her steely expression, and it's Force echo. "I'm sorry, but we have systems to protect, and oblgations with our suppliers to keep. Unless this creature attacks one of our planets, I'm afraid I can't spare much." He rose from his desk, picking up a data pad. "Here is a summary of General Sraf's report on the matter," he walked around the desk and offered it to her, "it is quite thorough. And we have a small recon fleet en-route right now, to observe and if possible, though not prioritized, engagement of emergency hostile action may be under taken. However, you'll find all the information you'll need to draw up a plan of action, Admiral Banis." He turned away. "You have as long as you feel, and everything in-system (one Death Star, shh). Do as you will and inform me when the plan is ready, I will approve it."

Daran waited for Banis to reply.

"Don't give me a reason to leave you behind" Rhonin snarled as he gripped the captain tighter "The only reason for this is that you have proven useful and your current state would slow us down drastically if you were to move by means of your own. If you confuse this with anything else, you'll be demoted as swiftly as the old captain" he thundered with a frown as he climbed into the shuttle. He turned and glanced the stormtrooper that had approached him and stood silently for a few moments before responding "Kill them. Imprison what troops and leaders you can, and take the rest out. They have served their purpose in this life"

With that, Rhonin pulled the captain down from his shoulder and threw him into one of the seats of the shuttle. It was time for them to return to the ship.

* * *

Banis clenched her fists and took a few steps away from the desk. "FOOL FOR AN ADMIRAL!" she bellowed and swiped her hand in frustration "The master of this ship is a leviathan of the Force! Take this beast out before you don't have an empire left to protect! Even Darth Sear can sense his darkness! Your puny recon fleet is en-route their own demise. In comparison to the power of the Force, your weapons are insignificant. Fodder to a fire"

Aggrivated did Darth Banis snatch the datapad and pulled her mask to her hand, gripping it tightly. She lifted her other hand and the steel door budged, bent inwards, crumbled and was shot out into the corridor with the form of a cube as she left the office. She stopped by the now open entrance of the room and turned to the admiral, one hand to support her against the wall "You best hope that Hoth is of no interest to this creature, admiral, because you're walking on very thin ice and it would break it. Enjoy your diplomacy and empire, Admiral ... while it lasts" and with that, she walked away from the room and down the hallway.

* * *

Tyri spun around with a smile on her face, warm in his embrace. She kissed him on the cheek and pulled him out of the canteena, walking towards the inner sections of the base, to the resting quarters. She looked back at him as she lead the way and smiled "An evening to remember, my dear. Might not be fortunate enough to live another" she spoke with a grin.

"She is rash, Daran. She never even stopped to think if I had taken her seriously or not, she just listened to my words without attempting any kind of confirmation. Someone should not be so easily led, especially a Sith. Be mindful of her Darth Sear." He smiled. "Go and bring her back here. Quickly, before she hurts her ego any further. She has a right to be worried, but not to let that worry control her. Go..."

Darth Sear nodded, and sent a pulse through the Force. "It is done."

***

PA: "Shadow Squadron, report to your designated hanger for an emergency situational briefing."

***

"Blast! And so close too..." Julius cursed as he had just closed the door behind them, embacing. "Ohh well, next-time." He refastened his belt but paused, "how much time will we need?"

***

"That is the situation gentlemen, you all know what to do. Report to your ships and await further orders." The General said to the group. "This is a priority one situation. So full ysalamiri protection."

***

The Mon Cal cruisers dropped out of hyperspace at the edges of the outer system, and began their mission, recon, scanning the system. Meanwhile, the two Instigator-class Star Destroyers dropped out of hyperspace in-system along with four Corvettes, within the mass shadowof the planet.

"Captain Drysen, we have the Dreadnaught on our scopes!"

Dryson nodded. "Good. Bring us into range of the dorsal heavy cannons, do not raise shields, show them with wish to talk. But activate immediatly if they take hostile action. Now then, hail them."

"Yes, captain."

***

On the Obsidian Fury.

"Two Star Destroyer's of unknow type and origin have entered high-orbit around the planet! They are hailing us!"

He commander grimaced. He wasn't aware of any Imperial bases near-by. "Do not answer. Where did those ships come from?"

"Their IFF indicators say they are the Terror's Bane, and the Eclipser II. Their model is unknown."

"The records are old, however new designs would have come about... we must tread lightly. Inform the captain."

The bridge doors parted to heavy footsteps, and the commander was already moving to inform Rhonin of the situation.

Banis halted, attentive to the pulse sent. She frowned and turned around, heading back. She stepped over the cube that previously was the office door and placed herself by the entrance once more, her arms crossed and her mask back on her face. "I've had an aggrivating month" She excused herself with and frowned as she walked past Daran, looking at him, before reaching the desk and threw the datapad back onto it. If he thought Banis to give up as easily as he might've there, he was gravely misstaking. She werent exactly going to think his decision over, but was rather heading to the hangar. But with the withdrawal that now had occured, she stood before the admiral with her arms crossed.

"Speak, admiral"

* * *

"Sorry, handsome. Emergency is emergency. Next time, if we live that long" She said with a smile, as she stroke his chin and gave him a long, passionate kiss on the lips before opening the door again "Piloting comes first. After all, it's your life" She said teasingly as she exited the room. She looked at him with sensual, loving eyes as she began to walk.

* * *

"Isolate the Jedi with the rest, but chain her good. Disable her hands and feet and cover her mouth" Rhonin spoke as he exited the shuttle as they had reached the Obsidian Fury. He pulled then the captain out with the force and forced him onto his feet. "We'll deal with those injuries of yours soon enough. I sense company" and indeed was his words verified as they met with the commander who gave them the story. "Pick up communication with them. Buy us some time, until I know what we're dealing with" Rhonin said as they walked. "Captain. This is your field of expertise. Do your job"

"Lady Banis, do I need to remind you, that you are a guest here. I would hope not." He walked around the desk once more. "Now, what do you suggest we do, we can not fight an entity we know nothing about, we don't know if anyof our weapons and ships will have any effect. You must understand my concern, my lady. If I throw my forces at it we may lose everything. Surely you understand." He gravely turned and re-handed her the datapad. "The recon ships are just that, recon ships. Give me something I can use." He waited.

Derin struggled to the capt what is your operating number."

"Lieutenant Derin Nerx, acting captain of the Obsiian Fury..." and that is how the conversation went. "Lord Rhonin, I cannot delay inspection any longer, it was ordered by the Empror himself." Their troop shuttles will arrive in minutes."

"I define myself as more of an allied than a guest, admiral. One of more use to you by your side than in your hand" She added before moving on to a more serious note. "All I have to give, is what's already given. Jedi and Sith alike are all exposed on a ship. You have a better chance taking it out with your fleet while it is on its own ship, than your ground troops. If you allow it to reach your systems, you expose yourself further and further. This entity has probably already taken out that Miraluka fool. In my judgement, best thing right now is to be on standby and await further reports. Your recon fleet is perfect to estimate what exactly we're dealing with, determined by how much a fight they put up and how long before they go down. If we're lucky, it's brawns and no brains"

* * *

"Minutes?" He frowned, having hoped for more time. "You know this ship best, captain. How would it fare against their?" Rhonin asked, annoyed by running out of options. He had seated himself in a ship he barely knew anything about. Unwilling to admit it, Rhonin wandered in darkness. Despite the minds he had stolen, he lacked the proper knowledge to estimate battles in this era. For now, he'd have to trust the captain. After this was all over, he would have to learn about this ship and others. Hopefully some on the other ship had minds that would suffice to satisfy. If not, he'd have to put his captain to use once more and have him explain the ships.

Derin struggled to the captains chair, and nodded to the com officer as he lowered himself. "Open a channel."

***

Drysen looked at the hologram, and grimaced. "I am captain Drysen of the Imperial Star Destroyer Terror's Bane. Under Imperial regulation 3.21, you are required to hand over your vessel for inspection. If you do not comply we will detain you and you will be arrested for treason." It was an elaborate hoax designed to make who-ever was aboard that ship think the Emperor was still alive. "Who are you, what is your operating number."

***

"Lieutenant Derin Nerx, acting captain of the Obsiian Fury..." and that is how the conversation went. "Lord Rhonin, I cannot delay inspection any longer, it was ordered by the Empror himself." Their troop shuttles will arrive in minutes."

I'm really busy... hold on.

(I'm in no hurry 🙂)

"Yes, m'lord. Open fire! Destroy those ships!"

***

"Fzzt...fzzzzzt...fzzt...fzzzt."

The Mon Calamari captain stared at the sensor readouts with a wide eyed expression that looked like the fish-being had just had all the colour drain from his face. "Uh... astronomical. Such a destrucive weapon. We've recorded what we need." The Mon Cal looked at his human first officer. "Get us out of here."

***

Silence swept across the bridge as the final Corvette crashed into the spinning wreckage of the Terror's Bane and spectacularly exploded. "Gather their escape pods with tractor beams and bring the survivors aboard. The bridge... is... yours m'lord." The captain slipped off the chair and tumbled to the ground, vision and hearing fading until he was unconscious.