the droid replied simply. "that information has been classified. code 48-7b of the confederation charter forbids the revelation of classified material to non confederation personal." it scooted back slightly.
del regained his composure, clearing his throat and clearly embarrassed. "a-hem, ma'am, is there any particular procedure to rejoining the alliance or am i granted my previous post and just reassigned to another ship?... his sentence trailed off as he looked at her questioningly.
"The likes of Yoda work hard to dig out the sides of you they like best. Someone of his wisdom should know that no one is formed, or reversed over night. We are formed by the choices we make, the allies we take and the obstacles we break. We are nothing other than the result by our personal history. Not even ones as powerful as Yoda can change the past of mine" Darth Banis allowed her index finger slide over the scar going across her face, reminding herself of its existance before she pulled her mask over and placed it over her face, attaching it.
"The Jedi are cryptic and blind. They work so hard seeing outwards and help others that they miss answers that can only be found when seeking inwards, into yourself and those close to you. The ways of the Jedi are narrow and will shackle you. Only when you are free for real, when your Jedi chains are broken can you see clearly. The Jedi may disagree, but looking back into history, we Sith are next to never wrong. More often than not are we the enlightened. The Jedi brings out the fallacy of our ways, because they fear the truth we bring. By focusing on the fallacy, they save themselves from sight of the whole truth"
del sighed. "perhaps we could do this later, can i just get a bed to sleep in for now?" the droid turned and said,"i think the female is unfit for duty at the moment captain." he turned back to ona. "with all due respect ma'am, i think its you who needs to find a bed."
del chuckled lightly." way to be subtle 39. "the droid turned again. "subtlety is pointless, it doesn't get the point across." the droid said.
Ona's head snapped around to glare at the droid. "I can assign you to a training squadron for now, and we'll see from there. Report to hanger H-7 and meet with the squadron comander. He will arrang for quarters and suitable attire." She turned back to Del. "And have this droids memory wiped. It could do with a better personality." She smiled and left him and the droid standing in the hallway.
del grinned. "thanks for the help." the turned and scratched the back of his head. "y'know, it's not always a good thing to tel the truth 39."
the droid turned to its owner and after a moment of bleeping began to roll after him, silent.
del stepped into the hanger, followed closely by his droid companion, and stood for a moment, searching for the squadron commander. he began to move into the large cavern, until he asked a passing pilot where to find him. "you'll find him over in the control center." he thanked him and hurried to the small room filled with computers until he found the commander. "sir del gona reporting for duty." i snapped a salute and he returned it.
Originally posted by Jedireaper
"Q'Anila. We barely slowed that thing down. He ain't no Sith I ever seen."
Q'Anilia covered her ears with her hands as the event took place, as the Star Destroyers fell for the might of Rhonin, one after the other. The anger he emitted, the Force he used was so strong that Q'Anilia for a brief moment couldn't tell him apart from the Force. Or more accurately put, the Force apart from him. Almost as if he took its shape, rather than used it as a tool. The headache lightened swiftly and she turned to Forester.
"He's not like any Sith there's ever been. I have seen a fair share of Sith through my years, battled a couple of them myself. This entity is one of a kind. He just took out five capitol ships from the bridge of his own. It's never been done before. He survived Force knows what you did to him back there. You dropped a good amount of stuff on him. This entity is more anger than man. You can't stop an emotion incarnate just like that. This require more than firepower and numbers"
Q'Anilia paused for a brief moment, hesitant and fearful of where her thoughts brought her. Fearful of the path that was pointed at in her mind "Much more"
Vern looked over at the man. Then proceeded to ignore him, while he read the report on the datapad. After a few seconds he nodded. "Is there a reason you are reporting to me, or are you a fan of my holo-series?" Commander Vern Tyn slipped the datapad into his pocket and turned to look at the man. "Well?"
***
"Medical crews to the bridge." Captain Nerx glanced across the bridge in their damaged state, clutching a dark patch on the hip of his grey uniform. His hair was touseled and a small cut was across his left eyebrow. The bridge crew were busy, orders were being called, computers were smoking, technicials were wounded, and dead. He shuddered. "Commander get me those damage reports by runner if internal comlinks are gone. Dammit man! Use your head before I have Rhonin take it!" He cursed, and made his way towards the booming voice of Rhonin's as he called for the captain.
"We took significant damage to all stations, it will be some time before any kind of retrieval of their escape pods and ships can be underway." He came up beside the Force incarnate. "They retreated, yet had they persisted we'd be all dead now. They probably thought the losses wouldn't be worth the victory. At any rate, until we can asses all the damage, and find out what the espionage team did to our main computers."
The deck shook as an explosion three kilometers away on their keel, burst out from the hull. "Captain..."
"As you can see, we're up to our necks in damage control. If you want retrieval, you know where the hanger bay is."
***
Forrester nodded. "Are the charges set in the Ysalamiri frames?"
"Yes, sire. It is unlikely the'll be found. And it seems the Force user cannot detect the absence of the Force around us. So the explosives should be safe."
"Good, lets hope everything goes forward without a hitch. Q'Anila, you look like you haven't slept in several days. Rest."
The shuttle launched into hyperspace and away from the behemoth and into the alternate existance.
***
Grand admiral Thrawn sat at the head of the table that Atris was brought to by captain Rek. The room was filled by holos of various plants and sculptures with natureistic qualities, however one of the obliettes of art was of a hooded figure with lighting. It was a breath taking sight. "Good evening," Thrawn greeted, his glowing red eyes giving away nothing of his emotions. The table before them was highly decorated with food from all parts ofvthe galaxy, some very exotic, yet cheap foods, and some rare expencive. Including well prepared dishes and salads.
The captain left Atris and sat to one side. "Help yourself." He smiled.
Thrawn stared at one of the holos to his slight left.
Darth Sear stood up, turning his head to Banis. "I see Q'Anila has survived. Good, then I will have the pleasure of vanquishing the wich myself." The almost Sith; Jedi strode out of the room and headed to his quaters.
((If you can make use of Daran's anger, or his fear, then you may be able to pull him off the edge and into the abyss, the Dark Side. Right now, he is at the edge of a cliff, and Q'Anila only need pull the correct emotional strings to coax him away from the plummet. I really don't think he cares either way. He is young and powerfull, and needs someone for guidance and more stricter training. His destiny is intertwined, but wether as a Sith, or Jedi, he will complete his final trial and then... Shall I let you guys in on a secret?
Spoiler:))
He has a younger sister who I'll not mention in the RP untill things begin to happen and he fears for her; greed (DS) or defending the innocent (LS).
Banis watched without thought when Daran exited the room, and watched as the door closed behind him. She circled the desk and had a seat on the other side, throwing her feet up the table. She put her hands together and stared at them for a while "The hate is consuming you, apprentice" She uttered, although knowing he couldn't hear it. She lifted her head and looked at the door "Master Yoda may be naive, but he has a point. We must not let the Miraluka fall into darkness" She said, and then lowered her head in thoughts.
She would have to watch Daran, follow him. Perhaps combat with Q'Anilia was the best alternative for Daran at this point. If Q'Anilia battled him, she could get her mind straight. Of course, it was a gamble, and the anger of Daran could influence her and pull her further from the light. For the first time in long, Banis was uncertain as to what to do. She would have to trust in the Force for now.
And maybe Q'Anilia bringing Daran to the light was not an unthinkable option. She cared for the boy, and care makes one let the guard down. Care expose weakness, and Banis could use that to her advantage. Of course, Daran was too valuable to be lost. But given his existing anger, his fear, hate and lust for power, for one such as him it would never be too late. With the right words and actions, the likes of him was easily attracted to the dark side. They were born Sith, not Jedi. It was all a gamble. Banis cared for the boy as well, and if he fell for the charm of the Miraluka, it could even make him more powerful. The Miraluka knew things Banis only dreamt of.
What Banis would end up doing, was unknown even to her. Clinging onto her apprentice in desperation could prove to be her undoing. Daran was the key to victory, even if victory would not be brought by his hands. Q'Anilia played a big role in all of this. She had to be tamed to Banis bidding. This required meditation, so Banis sat down on the floor with her eyes closed and her legs crossed, drifting of into a meditation state.
((I'll write with the other characters later))
After days of uneventful hyperspace flight, the Gungan Great Army arrives in low orbit around Boz Pity...
Bank: Commence orbital booming!
The only happening for them in their flight was the Bothan SpyNet that contacted them en route. They gave the coordinates of major bandit emplacements and Bethany stood ready to attack their stronghold on the ground whenever it was deemed necessary.
Bethany: Jedi Reaper, I feel that the one we seek is still alive. If I may, I could land the ship close (but not too close) to the area where I suspect they are.
"It's an ambush!" Hetar called into his headset as his, and several other, squadrons were ripped out of hyperspace by an interdiction field projected by a waiting Republic fleet. X-wings, and Mon Calimari cruisers began to converge on the Imperial Alliance fighter. Hetar shook his head opening com channels to the general IA frequency. "All units, s-foils to attack position, prepare to engage those fighters, break by squadrons."
At that moment the first two, of originally a six ship fleet of Imperial class Star Destroyers, dropped into the trap.
***
On the bridge of the lead Star Destroyer, a captain was shaken and storic. "What is going on. Where in the hell did the Republic get all these bloody ships! Tactical report!" He barked.
"Sensors count over three full fleets; twenty-four Mon Cal battleships, six interdictor cruisers, almost fifty support ships and one hundred and fifty-six mark fives."
The captain wheeled about. "Mark fives, where did mark fives come from?"
"Sorry sir, I meant one hundred and fifty-six squadrons."
The captain paused. "Transmit that to Shadow Leader. Okay. Communications; punch through their jamming field and get word to the Bespin fleet."
"Yes, sir."
"Right... open a channel to the Republic ships."
***
Hetar's x-wing slowed to an almost dead stop as he got into a screening position of the fleet. On his scope the mark fives were closing fast. "Two. Mark fives are a varient of the X-wing, although they combine features of both the B and A-wing fighters, you want to watch their rear firing Ion blaster, and don't let them get a missile lock. These should be simple, squadron..." he switched frequencies "...there will be plenty of targets, remember your Endor simulation traing and you'll be fine. Watch each others backs and you'll survive. I know someof you have been in the cockpit for hours now, but this is what we signed up for. Good luck."
Hetar actived his own s-foils and the wings of his fighter parted and locked, the main throttle came on and shot forward. The stars revolved around him, and his designator whined of a laser lock. Red blaster fire began to track him.
***
"Republic fleet, you have entered Imperial Alliance space, if you attack us we will be forced to abandon our treaty."
"Sir," came a whispered reply to his side. "The Bespin fleet has responded and are sending half their forces, and are en-route as we speak. The Lenthuul fleet has also responded along with the Republic military."
"Cut transmission..." he made a hand signal. "Republic military?"
"Yes sir, apparently what Vassisk and Thrawn predicted would happen. Unrest has taken its toll. They want us to stop them."
"Like we have a choice. Okay, fire at will."
There's a complex assortment of ground vehicles defending the Gungan Great Army's landing site, from the Boz Pity security forces. AT-STs, AATs, AT-TEs, T-3Bs, even a Naboo RSF Steadfast! Back on his homeworld, Bank, with a handful of Gungans, were given the opportunity to train in operation of RSF vehicles. Naturally, having taken the command of a Steadfast, something akin to an AT-AT in role, he takes the command of the Steadfast.
For Bethany it's another pair of shoes. She simply abhors Civil War-era vehicles and she was best known to make use of small numbers of AT-TEs in previous GGA engagements on planets like Teyr. She took command of one of these AT-TEs and she looked at the compartment hatch, only to find a shipment of gonk droids with a single IM-6. She saw a turbolaser bolt a few meters from the hull of the vehicle, almost hitting a stray gonk droid.
Bethany: What are you doing from orbit? Your men have almost fired on my units!
But at least the enemy decided to call a truce. Bank himself decided to get down to the planet. The enemy leader issued a challenge to him. "Take the speeder you want, the one who would get to the Great Krayt Pit will get to throw the loser through it."
Bank saw the speeder of the enemy leader and he recognized it was a "new" XJ-6, and he decided to take another speeder that he used to shoot at womp rats back on his home planet, a Rebel heavy combat speeder.
Bethany: My mother was there when the designs for the AAC-1 and the combat speeder were gambled. Heavy combat speeders were built by the Theed Engineering Corps as their contribution to the New Republic.
The battle in the, now tentatively identified, Toparis system had startedto get much worse for the Imperial Alliance. Having already braved the fires at the Obsidian Fury engagement, the bedragged crew of the Star Destroyers, all four of them, and a few Carrak class light cruisers and Assault frigates were fending of the fourty odd Republic capitol ships valiently, however the Republic had only used a twentieth of the capitol ships available to them and soon the ensnared defenders would find themselvs as ionised atoms and space dust. Turbolaser fire was poured into the Republic Calamari cruisers of MC80 class and younger, ships moving in to broard-side each Destroyer. Emerald, and ruby bolts of energy crisscrossed the Toparis system and exploaded against ever weakening shields. The first Star Destroyer, having lost half its turbolser banks at the previous engagement suddenly lost main shielding, and moments later, combined fire from two Mon Cal cruisers saw the bridge deflector orbs go up in flames closely followed by the command tower then the engines and so fourth. The chain reaction as the fissure points in the the Star Destroyer's hull collapsed on itself, and it began listing lazily to the left, careening down towards the rocky uninhabital planetoid below, explosions scattering its surface. Many of the ships escape pods began launching as soon the bridge blew, and ultimately when the Destroyer collided with the 'moon' below.
The remaining three capitol ships were determined to make stand, firing all their available weapons on their eight foes in a concentrated effort to buy time for the promised reinforcements to arrive. "Blast those Mon Cal ship designers!" Exclaimed the Captain of the Alliegance as it fired on the tough ships.
"Get me damage reports now!"
***
Darion's smile faded, and his eyes darkened. "Naboo?" He asked Bethney incredously, his emotions became slightly bottled up. "Naboo... so it still exists." He said to himself quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. "They contributed to the Sith Wars then and the Rep- wait." He turned to her entirely perplexed and quizzical. "New Republic?" Is that what they called the Government now? He had been in self inflicted exile under the guise of a Bounty Hunter had he fought travel to a populated world he didn't know how long. "What happened to the Jedi Order, and Raven and Malek?"
While General North was out facing the enemy leader in a speeder race, Bethany was pit into an arena against two clones of... Senator Amidala? And a squad of droids?
Bethany: Now's the moment of truth for all of these! They put me into an impossible fight; I'd better use the thermal detonators my commander gave me.