Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

Originally posted by Jedireaper
(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."

jalos cleared his throat as an awkward silence filled the chamber. "if you don't mind, i would like to speak with admiral vassisk. it is a matter of importance." he waved forward Del Gona, who carried a small case and a datapad.

at down and powered up every system in the ship. She applied power to the shield first of all and it held adequately. "The exit is still sealed. We'll have to make one. Hold on"

She raised the ship from the ground and backed somewhat first, knocking a walker down in satisfaction with the rear and then raced through the docking bay and crashed at the wall of the starship, quaking their own ship significantly. A good amount of rounds at the ship wall and they crashed through. Although not safe yet, she openedat down and powered up every system in the ship. She applied power to the shield first of all and it held adequately. "The exit is still sealed. We'll have to make one. Hold on"

She raised the ship from the ground and backed somewhat first, knocking a walker down in satisfaction with the rear and then raced through the docking bay and crashed at the wall of the starship, quaking their own ship significantly. A good amount of rounds at the ship wall and they crashed through. Although not safe yet, she opened communication "Hold on tight. Might be a bumpy ride" she stated as they soared out of the ship. "This lady better be worth it" she muttered where she sat, thinking about those that never made it of the ship.
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((Uhm... you cannot just crash an assualt shuttle through heavy hanger blast doors. No way. You'd need a few torpedo's first. When I said we'd be flying through the ship, I meant flying through the internal network, through deep storage and out through another hanger unless thats' too ambitious for a commando/pilot? After all it's Ghost Squadron, lol))

Forrester clambered into the co-pilots seat, giving a quick glance over the intruments. "Looks like things are about to get interesting. Looks like we need an exit."

Indeed, Stormtroopers with heavy cannons were just entering the hanger.

The commander stole a glance at the polarized lens' of Ghost Six's helmet. "Those AT-RT's came from somewhere..." Green blaster fire opaqued the transparisteel canopy. "Ah! Blast! Stap in everybody! Lets take the service tunnel, Six!"

((OK stupid 😂 ))

Banis turned and smiled at Daran. She walked up to his side with her hands behind her back "Malacia is a Jedi technique with which the Jedi used to turn their opponents own equilibrium against them. It's a technique that cause extreme dizziness and nausea. While developed by Jedi, it's a twisted technique. It makes your opponent lose almost all sense of balance and focus and often has the weak vomit" She paused, placing her hand on his shoulder. She could sense his anger well. It didn't matter who he was angry with, really. It made him more manageable "When fighting a more competent foe, this technique can prove very useful. If you are to battle a more powerful foe, say a Miraluka, in saber or with the Force, this technique can save your life and be the end of theirs" Malacia was a rare technique that Banis herself rarely used. She had used it once at a band of stormtroopers, but after having witnessed uncontrolled vomiting from a dozen grown men, she decided against it for future use.

It could prove useful in the hands of Darth Sear though. His current hate for the Miraluka, while most probable to fade, could drive him to foolish things. Q'Anilia in question could prove highly resiliant to the technique, but even the slightest touch of nausea could have her guard dropped and give one such as Sear an opening. There was a lot Sear had still to learn, but the time with his choice drawed near. For now, Banis had to teach him what she could that would get him to walk out of a clash with Q'Anilia alive, forced to expect that a situation of the sort might happen.

He was confused. Angry. Young. Banis would do what she could to avert his anger from Q'Anilia, fearing for the well-being of her apprentice, and this could not be done through lessons through the Force alone. But there were a couple of techniques that Daran could learn from her that would aid him in a possible clash. Although despite his anger, she doubted that he was willing to clash with the Miraluka.

* * *

Captain Rek ahemed from behind the Bounty Hunter as she fiddled with a relay box. "I don't think those are edible. However if you are ready..."

* * *

JALOS

General Vossk coughed. "Greetings Warlord, it appears you've arrived at the right time. "I'm afraid the Grand Admiral, is univailable at this time. And Admiral Harsom is busy. However, I'm here. So you can say what you need. Come." Ona Vossk turned and motioned. "We'll speak in private."

She smiled slightly. "It has been a long time, admiral."

I HATE THIS!!! MY POSTS KEEP GETTING SCREWED WHEN I HAVE A LOT OF WRITINGS 🙁

gren smiled. "well it is quite difficult to find someone willing to terraform an entire planet from desert to a rainforest, but enough 'persuasion' can get you anything" he followed, his guards close behind. "in fact, if ever you needed a more suitable atmosphere here on hoth, im sure it would not be impossible..."

Bank just out of the bank, having blown up the Sith defenders entrenched in it with a couple of well-placed thermal detonators, he arrived to a Jedi meeting.

Bank approached one of the Jedi, armed with his (unactivated) thermal detonator "Mesa ready to boom up any Sith yousa want!"

Originally posted by Jedireaper
((Uhm... you cannot just crash an assualt shuttle through heavy hanger blast doors. No way. You'd need a few torpedo's first. When I said we'd be flying through the ship, I meant flying through the internal network, through deep storage and out through another hanger unless thats' too ambitious for a commando/pilot? After all it's Ghost Squadron, lol))

Forrester clambered into the co-pilots seat, giving a quick glance over the intruments. "Looks like things are about to get interesting. Looks like we need an exit."

Indeed, Stormtroopers with heavy cannons were just entering the hanger.

The commander stole a glance at the polarized lens' of Ghost Six's helmet. "Those AT-RT's came from somewhere..." Green blaster fire opaqued the transparisteel canopy. "Ah! Blast! Stap in everybody! Lets take the service tunnel, Six!"

((OK stupid 😂 ))

((I'm certain she doesn't mind a do-over 😉 Must confess, you were a little unclear on how things looked. Can't blame her for missunderstanding, dear hug))

Originally posted by Jedireaper
Captain Rek ahemed from behind the Bounty Hunter as she fiddled with a relay box. "I don't think those are edible. However if you are ready..."

Atris lit up for a moment and turned, seperating herself and the relay box with immediate effect "Captain" she spoke in the middle of the turn and placed her hands behind her back "Certainly" she bowed and walked up on his side as they head for their supposed destination "Pardon my harshment but will I get to see the Grand Admiral tomorrow?" she asked, not wanting to let go of her assignment. She had understood that the captain and crew had her under observation, and she happily cooperated, but wished to see the admiral non-the-less.

Originally posted by Jedireaper
Forrester clambered into the co-pilots seat, giving a quick glance over the intruments. "Looks like things are about to get interesting. Looks like we need an exit."

Indeed, Stormtroopers with heavy cannons were just entering the hanger.

The commander stole a glance at the polarized lens' of Ghost Six's helmet. "Those AT-RT's came from somewhere..." Green blaster fire opaqued the transparisteel canopy. "Ah! Blast! Stap in everybody! Lets take the service tunnel, Six!"

* * *

"Not so pleasent an end, then." Daran smiled. "You imply that I may wish to kill Q'Anila myself, I can sense it. I believe it myself. The Force wills me to do so, hate her. She not only represents everything the Jedi did not stand for, if I may, but also the Sith. We may fight, but I do..." he literally swallow his anger with some effort, having to look down ashamed, which only added to Sear's fustration with Q'Anila. He had been greedy, and wanted to learn about Q'Anila. Greed, anger. Daran, no not Daran, Daran was just his given name. Sear. Darth Sear looked at his master and he shook his head "I do... not believe fighting with her would help our current situation."

(I was under the impression that the hangar doors were damaged and whatnot 😛 Well aware a ship can't crash through a ship just like that 😄 Goodie goodie with the correction 😉)

Ghost Six studied the monitors and controls for a brief moment "If that is your command, sir" She answered in a rethorical manner and had the ship turn. She powered up the sections of the ship as it started accelerating inwards rather than towards the official exit and ran down an AT-RT while doing so "I trust you have a plan, commander" She uttered as they entered the narrow service tunnel, focusing all her senses on every obstacle and curve. It would be the first time she navigated a lesser ship inside a ship she had never explored further than mere blueprints.

* * *

"She is an abomination, not Jedi nor Sith. She has averted the belief of both. Desperately she cling to the illusion that she follow the way of the Jedi, while she also has developed Sith techniques" Banis removed her hand from his shoulder and placed them at her back as she turned her head and faced her apprentice "You certainly do hate her. As will she hate what you've become. It is a good choice to not battle her in this state. Assuming she would beat you in this state, there is a risk her hate will end it" She paused, thinking for a moment about the Miraluka. She sighed "As satisfying a sight it would be, and as much as you ... You and I both hate her, we do not want to push her over the edge. The Miraluka must not avert her path. I would fear that if she ever turned to the dark side, you and I both would be outmatched. While her demise would prove resourceful, her convertion would not. She must remain on her current path, for the sake of all sides. She is a dangerous enemy, but manageable in her current state. Reasonable. Open for manipulation"

Banis walked over to the desk and gestured Darth Sear to rise from where he knelt. "Anger is good, my apprentice. Anger, fear and sorrow. All good. But just because we and those like us unlike the Jedi embrace this, we must asure it does not get the best of us. We project our emotions. It makes us stronger. It makes us unpredictable. It makes us dangerous. But if we let the emotions control us, rather than we control them, it can as easily make us open for manipulation. Embrace your anger, Darth Sear, but don't let it control you"

She paused for a moment, turning to him once more "Do you wish to learn, Darth Sear?"

Darth Sear was silent for a few seconds, before he rose. He released his held breath and looked into his masters' eyes. "I understand. I wish to learn! No, I want to learn!"

***

Ona smiled, brushing the lock of browney-blonde hair from her eyes once more tucking it under her cap. I don't think Hoth needs terraforming, but I'll take it under advisement." She lead the Warlord to a conferance room, where she she allowed Jalos an his men/droids to rest/recharge as they saw fit. "Now then," the General sat on the table, one boot off the ground, the other on the table, and a hand behind her for support. She laughed. "What brings you to Hoth, old friend?"

"Very well" She responded with a smile and in a casual manner sat down on the table before Darth Sear and eyed him up and down. She levitated then her mask over to herself and held it in her hands, focusing her gaze on it rather than Daran "The Force can be used in many ways to subdue an opponent. You might have perfected a fair share of techniques, but most of those serve you only well again non-sensitive users. The principal quality of Malacia is that the user achieves it not by expanding energy but by transforming the energy of the target. Your target is dependant on its systems and senses. Everything is in motion and the body of your target has to deal with it. Blood flows, muscles tense, food is digested and atmospheric gases are inhaled and exhaled. All that motion is enough to make him dizzy and queasy. By focusing on the flow of blood, you can make that happen"

She paused and looked up at him "Do you understand what I'm saying. What I'm saying so far?" She asked, not yet done but wanted to see if he had any questions. These were the simple basics of the concept of the ability.

Darth Sear glanced at the intricately designed mask, to Banis's attractive feature. "I understand, how must this technique be achieved, my lady."

***

more soon, promise

Bank and his Padawan, a lovely human teenage girl, have brought a gang of chained "bankers" captured in a raid against Sith Lords and the Dark Jedi they support, before Atris.

Bank: Wesa capture many Dark Jedi bankers!

Dark Jedi banker: We're only bankers! We never did business with Dark Jedi, let alone Sith Lords!

Bank's Padawan: Atris, as we crippled some of the bankers of the Sith, they have much less funding now. However, we need you to deal with the other bankers. Or to contact the Jedi Council regarding these bankers.

uh Atris?

"The first thing you need to do is learn to focus on another rather than yourself. To apply the Malacia technique you alter the energy of another rather than drawing from your own. You need to bond yourself with this individual, or group of people. You enter their body and once inside, you can work freely" She paused, putting the mask away and stood up, walking up to Daran and placed her hands on his shoulders "You know how the Miraluka see without her eyes. You need such a perspective. You need to see how she would see, beyond the limitations of your eyes. No body. No flesh. Only the Force the shape of your opponent. You feel every system, every component in your opponent. You feel it and you attack. Not body or organs, for your enemy may be powerful enough to block your attempts and banish you, sensing your attempt before it's applied. No, you need to attack unexpected areas. Sense the flow of blood and cut it of, hold it in place. Dizziness and nausea will shortly follow. Just remember to keep your distance, for you don't want them to barf all over you"

She paused for a while before continuing, a big smile on her face "Oh but don't let the strictness of the technique hold you back. Be creative. Use the concept of this technique and you can accomplish other feats, some more admirable than Malacia, others more tender. Be creative. The Force is an untapped source of power. Powerful as some of us may be, or as powerful as some has been before us, we've but mastered a shadow of the true power in the Force"

Both the Jedi and the captured "bankers" realize something is amiss. Bank doesn't feel it's the real Atris - for having been caught in that one's net, once, he knows what to expect from that person.

Bank: Atris be Force-illusion! Whosa plant Force-illusions of bounty hunters?

Bank's Padawan: The one planting the Force-illusions is the one we seek.

What seems like ghosts from the Clone Wars era begin to surround the two Jedi. However, all the bankers have their hands tied - and their binds are bound one another, so they cannot fight and they decide, nonetheless, to fight them. They're completely surrounded, with twenty-five droids in no order whatsoever, B1, B2s, also three droidekas as well. Said droidekas are in front of the Force-illusions.

Bank's Padawan: Mesa have rapido plan!

For a moment, Bank's padawan spoke in what she codenamed "Gungan English" but Bank threw his thermal detonator at the direction of the Force-illusion, leaving only the debris of several droids and thus breaking the surrounding of the group by droids. But then she used her lightsaber skill to destroy other droids on the other side of Bank himself. However, one of the bankers was severely wounded.

Bank: Force-illusion kaput!

Either his Padawan knew what banker to be let hit, or the one projecting the Force-illusion could no longer maintain the illusion. But imagine how slow would a group of thirteen bankers be to get out of the place where they were: a turbolaser spare parts warehouse.

Bank's Padawan: Once out of this place, we'll go out and capture another Sith-held bank...

As the group walked out of the turbolaser spare parts warehouse, they had an even more unpleasant surprise: MagnaGuards!

gren smiled, sitting down in a chair. "well, besides visiting old friends we wanted to reactivate our outpost on hoth and i believe del wanted to return to the imperial alliance as an officer aboard a ship. i personnally wanted to oversee the proceedings regarding both activities and thought that some form of signed documentation might be neccesary on my part." he yawned, throwing his arms out ehind him. in a sleepy voice he said," do you mind if i get some rest, space travel tends to wear me out."

Ona sighed as she slipped off the desk. "Not at all, general, we'll continue our conversation at a later time." She smiled as she walked around the table, placing a hand on Del Gona's shoulder, and felt, no less saw, the officer stiffen. Ona laughed. "I will see about the paperwork tomorrow then. Shall I take you to living quaters... if you plan on staying here for the duration." She was merely stating not questioning, winking at Del, as the general turned and preceeded them into the comfortable temperate-ly heated hallway. Jalos's droids all turned to look as she exited, performing identi-scans.

**GENERAL. HARSOM VOSSK, ONA. 38 YEARS OF AGE. FEMALE. HUMAN. HEIGHT 167 CENTIMETERS. SCAR. ERROR- NOT MATCHED TO DATABASE.**

"Have a good look boys!"

**VOICE PRINT CONFIRMED **

"RODGER RODGER. GOOD EVENING GENERAL VOSSK."

She smiled. "Smart biscuit!"

~if i understand current events JR and OF are escaping a large ship, i will see this as my opurtinunity to get back in, so please ignore any holes in this~

Jacen stared blankly at the streaks of light that were stars before space was essentially warped. an officer on the bridge informed him of the 2 minutes until arival at destination and that the crew was ready for immediate battle, he nodded without breaking his stare. a tatooed tomboyish female walked up behind his captain's chair,
"aparently staring at the star streaks will make you go insane" she said with a soft voice, which hid the deadly warrioir it came from.
"i am not insane juno, just mad" jacen replied with a monotone voice. he then took out a cigar, put it in his mouth and lit it, he took a big puff and pulled it out as he stood up.
"launch fighters!" he ordered and as soon as the second word was spoken they started the quick exit out of hyperspace and various starfighters were flooding out of the Nebula-Class star destroyer's (deemed Horizon) hangar bay. 4 vengence frigates also appeared quickly afterward
"i hope they hear this" juno told jacen as she turned on the radio to all freqeuncies,
"i am Jacen, Mandalore of the mandalorians, and i am just here to pick up an old ally, let me be and you will remain unharmed" he transimtted

((To brief you up on this, EH: You just dropped out of hyperspace near the planet Pressado III. In orbit of this planet is a significant amount of Imperial Alliance ships that are besieging the Obsidian Fury, which is the ship that Rhonin is in control of. The Imperial Alliance had decided to deal with Rhonin before he grew in power. Strike him early. Q'Anilia and a special IA force is onboard the Obsidian Fury with intent of escape))

"Mandalore, we have you on our scopes now. You have entered an engagement zone. Hold position until we confirm your identification." Came the clipped reply from the com officer onboard the Star Destroyer Instigator. The Star Destoyer began to turn and move headways towards the Nebula-class and her escourts.

***

Meanwhile, surrounding the Clone Wars era dreadnaught, the Imperial Alliance Assualt Force was in ruins. All be it, mostly winning at this point thank's to the Espionage Teams saboutage work on the Obsidian Fury how ever in Forresters gut, as he sat on the co-pilots chair, using the shuttles' forward blaster cannons to take down a TIE as it flew towards the escapees. The TIE collided with the service tunnels walls, spun, and exploded on his partner. "Scratch two eyeballs." Forrester stated as the shuttle flew into the main service corridor, past the exploading TIEs. "Okay. Your boat six."

***

"Shadow Six, watch out, TIEs at twenty degrees."

"I got a lock."

"Copy that!"

"Three, Four, five and six; get up and clear those TIEs away from the cruisers. Eight and Nine on me."

"Copy that, boss."

"This is the Star Destroyer Talon's Claw, requesting assist-fzzt"

From Hetar's left, the entire bridge and port side of the Imperial warship erupted in flames and escaping gasses with quickly expanded and egulfed the entire ship. The shockwave reached out and sent the X-wing spiriling out of control. Robbing his shields.

"Boss, there're eyeballs heading right for you!"

Julius swore, and silenced his cockpit alarms.

***

Darth Sear nodded closing his eyes. "I understand."

In the hallway out-side, the Stormtrooper who stood there started to feel light headed. The Force actually 'forced' the blood faster through the body, poking and probing it to rushed through heart and lungs, disallowing the blood time to feed oxygen to the various parts of the body. First the stormtroopers leg cramped up, and the world started to spin around him, until the blood burst from their vessels. That blood streamed from his nose at first, then his throat. He drowned on his own blood ashe fell from the lightheaded-ness. In moments the Stormtrooper was lying on the floor drenched in his own blood, while one of the techs watched on in horror, until the soldier stilled, quite dead. "Uh... g-go for HELP!"

"I'm sure you sensed that." Daran smiled, then turned to look as the tech knocked on he door. "Lady Banis, lady Banis..."