"holy hell" juno gasped as she saw the capitol ships crippled by seemingly nothing, she however did feel the powerful force user rhonin. her eyes gazed at the ship that was emitting evil from the core. she was snapped back to reality by the sharp orders to open fire on the ship and give it hell, but juno figured the ship was it's own little hell.
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Bethany opened her holographic receiver, only to receive an urgent message from someone far from her current position.
Boz Pity official: We are under siege by an army of bandits! Casualties mount every day! We need any aid we could muster!
Bethany: The Gungan Great Army is en route now!
She didn't quite understand the meaning of this call, but her superior agreed to go with her as well. He knew who these bandits were, and also he needed more men than Bethany have.
Originally posted by Jedireaper
Darth Sear squeezed Banis' hand. "Thank-you. How can I show you my gratitude, mistress." He asked, while turning so his fiery pupils looked up at hers, pent up fustraction of another more sensual kind behind his eyes, pleading almost
She peered him questionably and eyed his hand around hers. She grinned and shook her head, placing her other hand over his and lifted it away from hers "Appreciate my teachings and we have that front covered. Focus your mind on your future, and the Force, and your goals. Keep your mind clear of distractions. Even if we are no Jedi, we must respect the power of a clear mind"
She then turned and looked over her shoulder. A Force pulse so strong that it sent a chill down her spine. The Blue Riot was not in the invading fleet for the Obsidian Fury, or even anywhere close, but the pulse could still be sensed. The leviathan was angry and expressed it with the Force. This was a unique signal, impossible to missinterpret. It was almost as if the Force for a brief moment went into a state of anger. "Peculiar" She said as the pulse faded. Was that a sign of its defeat? It wasn't dead, because she could still sense it. Did the grand admiral succeed at defeating the leviathan? Or did the Miraluka?
Darth Sear nodded and turned away from the body, feeling the pulse drain energy from him. "The-"
"A question if answered, darkness will it lead."
Sear's head snapped around to face the table, the he fell backwards, scrambling away from the blue hued apparition of a green skinned, pointy eared, nine hundred year old Jedi Master. "Wha- wh- Y- Mistress!" Fear stroke through him.
Yoda payed Sear no-mind. He had his eyes on Banis. "A long time has it been, Lady Banis." The ghost said in an almost a pleasent and cheerful tone.
Darth Sear stood up, reaching out his mind to this form, however he could detect only a little Force aura, no physical presence.
***
Three Victory class cruisers were caught between the two colliding Star Destroyers, only one escaped with a scratch, while from the Star Destroyers, just ahead of the spreading gush of angry orange flames, came the escape pods. However those escape pods were engulfed by the flames while the cruiser came about and sped away from the expanding fire-ball with all haste.
Admiral (notice all my characters are older) Harsom watched on in horror as the fleet was simply crippled by the Force. "Thank the Ysalamiri." Juion sighed. "Okay, lets get out of here. Punch it." The Star Destroyer rotated in place, and streatched out into a pinpoint of light, as they jumped to hyperspace.
Soon twenty other ships did the same. Alng with almost five hunded fighter-craft, and one shuttle.
Julius Hetar whistled. "We either won or lost, who knows, both sides seem to be losers. Okay Shadows form up and jump on two's exit vector."
Arsic trilled at him.
"Okay. Take it easy, we'll be right behind them."
The whistles went high pitched.
"Yeah I know there are eighty something TIEs, we only need to cover." Julius sighed. He pulled the stick back, looping around, he picked several flights of TIEs and fired all six of his remaining torpedos, his lasers quickly filled in the gaps around their paths to catch the TIEs that break left a right.
***
The dark robed figure with glowing red eyes watched as the Gungun and his apprentice headed for ther ship. He was watching as they disappeared from sight, however his sight was not physical but meta human, like the Force had mapped everything he could see them, feel them, hunt them. Though had that been the case they'd be dead already. The dark figure reached up and pulled the mask from his face. His eyes cntered on he cantina booth. He stood up, threw a few credits at the bar and quickly left.
Banis turned, not in surprise as one would've expected, but with a sigh "Master Yoda" She uttered, peering the ghostly figure. "Have you come to gloat on us mere mortals?" Banis studied the puny figure and circled the desk on which he was positioned "Or is it another lecture on the path I've taken?" She respected the creature too much to try shoo him away, but was never fond in his intrusive ways. He was wise, and powerful. A light of inspiration to many, but Darth Banis had chosen her path long ago, and had no regrets.
* * *
Ghost Six, or Jaina which her birthname was, installed the coordinates and was about to jump when all Hell broke loose around them. Her monitors revealed entire Star Destroyers moved with the Force, bridges of others being crushed. Fighters and bystanders were shattered by the chaos and with great regret for leaving good men behind, Ghost Six engaged the jump and blitzed of with hyperspace.
* * *
"I have a feeling that this mutual loss will do more to us, than them" Tyri noted the vanishing ship that was Ghost controlled and she was swift to take the words of her commander, and she was swift to follow. "Jumping, Wing Commander. See you on the other side"
* * *
Rhonin rose to his feet, turning and walked through the bridge, limping somewhat "Give me status on the surrounding space. What do we have?" he asked in his exhausted state, his voice almost sounding tender. Of course it was merely disoriented, having used the level of strength that he did. "This better give us something. Something good"
Originally posted by Jedireaper
Ona paused as she noticed the astro-droid, "uhm, is he yours captain Del Gona?" She asked as she passed the littld shy mechanically skilled robot.
del paused. "uh, kind of. gren gave it to me because he thought i might need it if i piloted a y-wing. i told that the empire would assign me one but he wouldn't have it. so here he is." the r3 unit moved up cautiosly, hooting a bit before saying in the deep voice of a combat droid. "i am r3-d9, unit 145-67 of the confederation of independent systems. i exist only to serve my organic master. you may call me 39 or 39er'." then there was an awkward silence as del's jaw fell open in a hilarios look. "you can talk!?"
Ona paused, raising her eyebrows and turning to study the droid more closely. "A combat droid... what are your specifications?"
***
Yoda's ear twitched, and his expression darkened. "A warning I bring. Death, destruction I fear; an apocolipse." He voice was grave. "You must not interfere, or perish you will. And last hope for the galaxy it will."
***
"Q'Anila. We barely slowed that thing down. He ain't no Sith I ever seen."
"You've come here to warn me about the leviathan?" Banis eyed Yoda and then looked over at Daran "I never intended to battle it. Q'Anilia did as I had hoped and engaged it in combat. I knew before, and have it verified now. This entity can not be defeated with raw power. Fortunately the Miraluka lived to have her strings pulled another day" She looked back then at Yoda and walked over to Daran, placing her arm over his shoulder and gesturing with her other hand towards him "This, Yoda, is Darth Sear. I don't believe you two have met"
As Bethany got to the cockpit of the World of Warcraft, she realized the cockpit of the ship was designed for two pilots, not quite for single-pilot operation.
Bank: Deesa cockpits made for mackineek pilots! Gungans no pilot no Hardcells...
Bethany: I'm better suited to Hardcell cockpits than Gungans, then!
Bethany was one of the best Recusant pilots in the Gungan Great Army, but she never got the chance to pilot a Hardcell, much smaller than a Recusant. Although she is nowhere near as good a pilot as Anakin, she could still reasonably pilot a Hardcell out of a planet and into hyperspace. Luckily, she knew that most Separatist-era cockpit-installed navicomputer terminals were very similar one another. (To be honest, the cockpit-installed terminal looked like an Airbus MCDU seen from the pilot's seat)
Bethany: Entering coordinates for Boz Pity... ready, set, go!
The ship rocketed out of the atmosphere and, when at a safe distance from Praesitlyn's gravity well, she engaged the hyperdrive.
The cloaked figure casually strolled up the ramp of the HARDCELL class ship, making his way to the cockpit. "This is quite an antiquated ship." He commented in deep brass tones.
***
Darth Sear straightened.
Yoda merely nodded, and looked down. "This Daran, train his father I did. Strong in the Force is he, but I sense much confusion in him... led by all emotion is he."
Sear snarled. His fustration grew.
"Yes yes, but calm you must be, to hear what wisdom I speak. However... heh heh, yes, know do I of the Miraluka know as Q'Anila. Also led by emotion is she, the coming darkness, surrounds her it does."
Darth Sear rose an eyebrow. "What..."
Yoda ignored Sear. "The warning I bring is of her, destruction to this evil is of another evil, and, her doing it will be."
(see, Q'Anila has a big part to play, I hopw anyway)
***
Hetar finally launched into hyperspace on the tail of the Mandolorian ships. "Okay Asic relax."
***
The Dark Blade (the most expensive retrofit job in the galaxy) dropped out of hyperspace over the battle scarred space of the Pressado system. On the bridge, captain Degstr (orginally Commander) looked up and activated the com. "This is the Imperial Alliance flagship. We are here to negiotiate."
Thrawn sat in the command chair, staring out at the hulk of a half crushed Star Destroyer. "Captain. Make sure all our Stormtroopers are equipped with their Ysalamiri."
"Yes, my lord." The captain bowed and turned to leave.
On the Obsdian Fury, captain struggle to contend with the damage reports and answering Rhonin. "I hope so my lord, I've launched s many shuttles as we can spare, but we are using the rest for repairs."
The com played the message from the Dark Blade, as an alarm went off from an exploading fuel cell. The deck shook. "Frack! What do they want to negiotiate for, they just attacked us correct."
"No sir, their IFF code matches ours, they seems to be from the Galactic Empire, not this Imperial Alliance, which according to the information we scrounged from the planet below, are a side faction." (not that the replacement officer is smart enough to scheck if the Galacic Empire even exists anymore.)
"Indeed. I have no name, but those that I have hunted have come to call me the Jedi Reaper. It is because I hunted and killed my own kind at the end of the Clone Wars. However I believe we share a common interest in this Atris ths I sensed of your thoughts. And I can see you need a pilot to fly this ship. May I offer my services."
It was not a question, nor was it said in a frieldly (he looks like my signatire) manner. The glowing red optical lens' cast a ghostly shadow over the mask he wore. Under his cloak his hand clutched at the air in readyness to crush them if they opposed them.
"The Miraluka is too disciplined. She can wield the dark side without falling into it. All this time dead as moistened your mind, Yoda" Banis said, shaking her head. Q'Anilia had lived for more than four thousand years, becoming more and more in synch with the light for every passing moment. It was inprobable that she would fall to darkness. And an uneasy thought at that. The Miraluka was more powerful than Banis already. She walked away from Daran and placed her hands on the desk, leaning forward and looked Yoda in the eyes "What have you been smoking, critter?" Banis frowned in aggravation. The leviathan was enough problem. She couldn't afford having the Miraluka fall to darkness.
* * *
Rhonin raised his hand and opened communication link "We are listening" he uttered, crossing his arms and walked through the bridge to see this recently arrived ship. Rhonin may have been a brute, but he was no idiot. They were damaged at this time, and negotiation always meant opportunity. This could benefit him.
Thrawn frowned, and nodded to the communications officer. "Open a channel."
The oficer nodded and a moment late Thrawn's voice hissed through the working speakers on the Obsidian Fury's bridge.
"I am grand admiral Thrawn (google him). I am here to open negiotiations with you, I beleve it would be in our best interest. You will come onboard our ship. And we will begin, unless you have your own terms."
***
Yoda shook his head. "Always a fool, you were. To quick to judge my words without pondering their meaning. Although not written the future is, and Q'Anila, turn to dark side she may, what I meant, it is. Of true darkness, the fear, she carries. The galaxy, lead to genocide, she will."
"I will as I wish, grand admiral. You best wish that you are not wasting my time. Enough of that has been wasted already. I will come" Rhonin snarled and walked through the bridge, looking at the crew "Keep working. I will see this Thrawn. You are in charge, Captain" Rhonin said and made his way towards the docking bay.
* * *
"The Miraluka is under control, Yoda. She is the last one to ever bring terror to the galaxy. You have been wrong before, green one" Banis said and turned away from Yoda, looking at Daran. She excessively thought through the meaning of Yoda's words, not believing a single one of them. Yoda had always haunted her with his chatting about what she could've been, and what she's become.
Bethany: Jedi... reaper, it's clear now why I have to come to Boz Pity: the leader of the enemy I will have to face may have a clue as to where to find Atris. I sense that, somehow, the Boz Pity bandits are related to Atris in some way.
Gungan grenadier: Wesa need as many people to defeat deesa bandits!
Bethany: Jedi Reaper, since no one else can pilot this spacecraft among all those onboard, I take you can help us fight these bandits so we can have more clues.
The Praesitlyn bankers, and now Boz Pity bandits... they seemed to her Atris either employed them or worked for them, among other jobs for bounty hunts.
And Yadaah disappears.... du du duuuuhhh!
***
Darion Drax, once a Jedi Master who was corrupted by the Dark Side. His mind has become a twisted pit of self obsessed hate and greed. His mind delusional. His face hidden behind a mask. He looked at Bethany, and reached up to remove his hood. "You are Force sensitive." He pulled the hood from his face to reveal his masks visage. "This mask a reflection of the horror of all those he had killed and captured. He smiled a smile that spoke more for his deadliness than his sincearness, if only he could know he was smiling. "Yes, the Force led you here." What you don't know, young one, is it was I who lead you here.
Ha waved his hand over the controls of the ship, and the whole board spung to life, and the whine of the engines rose. "No need to help me pilot." Lights blinked on, read-outs proclaimed this was working, and that what wasn't, and the repulsors kicked in and shifted the large Hardcell class heavy transport (?) off of the junk pile that was the locals excuse for a space port. With a clang the ramp closed. "Input the destination." He ordered. "Then leave."