Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

he turned. "well then, i guess it is time to test the first of my ships. inform the dockmaster that the aldon will be joining the constrictor on this mission." he left to the hanger where 2 supply ships were dropping off a small crew of battle droids, as well as 2 geonosian engineers and a human bridge crew. captain del gona aproached him with the human they had recovered at wayland. "good morning admiral. i see our new force is ready. gren grinned, "actually only one full crew for my new cruiser. he looked down at the child, who was covered in grit, burns, and bruises. "and what should i call y-" david spat at gren, however jalos quickly dodged. he frowned "suit yourself, put him in the brig of the aldon. i will join you in the bridge shortly." he turned and looked at his ground commander watching over the droids.

Halfway there. She could see the pack off in front of her, only the flash of tails visible to her. She bit her lip and pushed on harder, trying to catch the pack. They still had quiet a ways to go... But they'd have to pass dangerously close to the secret storehouse. Of course they had no idea about this, but even without any way to sense the dark side she could feel something. Hopefully it was only her being paranoid. But when it came to these things she was usually wrong.

Dark side?))

Originally posted by darkxbox
he turned. "well then, i guess it is time to test the first of my ships. inform the dockmaster that the aldon will be joining the constrictor on this mission." he left to the hanger where 2 supply ships were dropping off a small crew of battle droids, as well as 2 geonosian engineers and a human bridge crew. captain del gona aproached him with the human they had recovered at wayland. "good morning admiral. i see our new force is ready. gren grinned, "actually only one full crew for my new cruiser. he looked down at the child, who was covered in grit, burns, and bruises. "and what should i call y-" david spat at gren, however jalos quickly dodged. he frowned "suit yourself, put him in the brig of the aldon. i will join you in the bridge shortly." he turned and looked at his ground commander watching over the droids.

"Commander." Frencin turned from the control terminal to greet her. Then turned back to his station to finish up.

"Frencin... Do we have any Trade Federation-class battle droids?"

Frencin looked around. "I dont know, why?"

"Just check."

Frencin accessed the databanks and quickly sifted through armament lists. "Nope... I'll try something... wait. Yes!" Frencin spun from his console and spoke. We have a platoons worth of Clone Wars era Super Battle drones on the Vindicator. It is a class-II Star Destroyer..."

"I know... What are the droids assigned for?"

Frencin started at the console again. "Umm, they are listed as cargo. You want me to reassign them to General-"

"Admiral." She corrected.

"Admiral? Right well, his ship?"

Ona Vossk nodded. "Have the Vindicator's techs re-programme them with secondary programming to carry out espionage work. Mapping, etc."

Frencin smiled. "Right."

***

It was night when the scout team neared the hidden AT-ST depot's location. They were all alert to possible theats or any unruly animals. So far their journey had been smooth but you never know what might pop up.

"Quiet.."

"Too quiet, sir." Dankin moved to the front. "They know we are here, but so far, not even a patrol or speeder scouts. I don't like it."

Jince nodded. "Dank's right. And the fighter we found on the sensors has probably been impounded by now. We shou-"

"A large group of, I dunno, things are heading this way. Point 5."

The group sepeated into support teams of six and turned to face that heading.

"Hold it." Dankin spoke up again. "The group has stopped moving."

***

Vassisk walked onto the bridge and stepped onto the communications pad. "Alpha-omega-311." The holo projecters shimmered then before him stood Captain Juion on Wayland.

"Grand Admiral," He greeted. "everything is proceeding smoothly. "The Operation is proceding on schedule. I have word from our scientists that, he, will be able to return to active duty soon. He, has spoken with me and also wishes to speak with you about some issues regarding personell."

"Really? I look forward to it. Where am I to rendezvous with him?"

"Farntell." Juion smiled. "He will be there in five days. Juion out." The holo faded. Grand Admiral Vassisk smiled.

"Five days." He turned to the bridge. "Ah... Captain!" Vassisk started giving instructions.

as the last of the brand new b3 battle droids, a mix of normal and super battle droid, clunked onto the ship, the ship began charging its turbolifts, engines, and hyperdrives, in preperation for takeoff. daren walked up behind vossk. "good evening ona." 2 geonosian engineers came into the room, both carrying sonic blasters. they seemed fascinated with the tech in the room.

The Commander turned to them. "Can I help you?" She asked, not reconising who she was talking to she quickly stood. "This is a restricted area."

Two Stormtroopers flanking the door turned and raised their rifles. "Put away your weapons please."

Originally posted by Jedireaper
Dark side?))

she saw people landing and just assumed that was them.))

She looked away for a moment, a flash of grey attracting her attention, then stumbled over Raz. "You mutt! Why did you sto-?!" Raz softly bit at her throat. "Silence... There's something here." She nodded and pushed herself to her feet, staying on all fours to be at level with them. "I know... I saw ships. It's quiet. We should have seen animals by now." Raz growled and the group slowly picked their way through the brush. "We know they are here... They know we scence them." She shivered and slunk along beside them, moving just as easily on all fours as they did. "Yes... But who is hunting who?"

the geonosians clucked and chattered to eachother in their language for a moment, then lowered the blasters. "my 2 techs here would simply like to input a command sequence to activate the droid relay on our ship. otherwise, the droids onboard would have no way of activating once their transports have left. if you dont mind." he shrugged annoyedly. "and i am the same rank as you, so if this area is restricted to me," he smiled," then it is restricted to you."

Ona smiled then nodded to the two Stormtroopers who stood down and resumed their ridged guard. "Yes. Well I'm afraid you are incorrect considering that I am the Commander of this drive-yard and you are simply an outsider. Anyway what can I help you with Commander?"

***

The scouts were all alert as they trained their stun-set blasters on their surroundings. Daran was looking hard at his sensor-pad. "I think they are moving again. Spreading around us."

Cortez looked up. "Hunting pack. Seems like a tactic. Wolves?"

Data turned to the Seargent. He raised is own sensor-pad. "Possible Seargent, though intrieging. They seem cautious to approach, therefore I assume some type of intelligence." The gray skinned human looking android tilted his head then smiled humanly with an idea. "Seargent, may I try and greet them?"

Cortez did a double take. Where did he come from? "Yes uh?"

"Lieutenant Commander Data, sir."

Cortez's eyes widened. "What, how?"

"Admiral Vassisk thought I should accompany you, Seargent." He dropped the smile waited.

Cortez didn't know what to say to the gray skinned humanoid. "Eh, sure. Go."

Data nodded and stood then headed off through the trees, following his sensor-pads readings.

"What the hell is he?"

Daran looked over at the Seargent then at the receding Data. "A droid, sir. On loan from the Federation of Planets."

"Oh.. Who the hell are they?"

"No idea, sir." Daran answered then quickly updated Cortez. "Data is about sixty meters from the nearest pack. Approxemate ETA: 30 seconds."

***

General Geion shivered as he walked down one of Hoths ice hallways. He entered the control room and greeted his officers. "How are Hoths upgrades going."

"We have twenty four ion cannons, fifteen turbolasers, a planet wide shield network, a hyper-space detection grid (meaning u cant just arrive at Hoth without throwing off some alarm.), we have an interdiction field that will rip all ships out of hyperspace unless they carry the correct transponder, we have also filled several mind asteroids with isolinier-jets to maneuver into the path of on coming ships and they are also filled with seismic charges."

"Good."

The pack spread, Satana staying close to Raz. The alfa's hackles rose and he stopped completely. She froze and pushed herself to her knees, still crouched, and pulled her blasters. "What's wrong? Who is it?" The alfa snarled and took a step back. "I dont know... But it's coming." She glanced at Raz, who nuzzled her cheek in comfort. "Stay down... If they attack then back me up." Slowly she slunk through the growth of the forest towards the group.

(Star Trek referance: Lientenant Commander Data of the U.S.S Enterprise. An android.)

Data walked into the small clearing covered with ferns. His servo-motors barely a whisper as his articulated artificial muscles carried his body which was, of course, fully functional in all areas. He stopped, turned his head and looked right at Setana through the thich foilage. "Please do not be alarmed, my friends and I mean you know harm." He began walking forward. Data's yellow-ish eyes picked up on Alfa, and Raz near the... Human? "You must be the pilot of that long-range fighter we were sent here to scout for."

He had lost count. Quickly Satana stood and drew her blasters. "Don't come any closer! Who's side are you on?" Raz and the alfa moved to stand in front of her, hackles raised and snarling. "Blow his head off Satana, he'll lead them right to us." She steadied her hand and glanced down at Raz. "Calm yourself. He might not be as bad as we thought." The alfa sneered, never taking his eyes off of Data. "You Zeltrons trust to easily." A third growl came from the bushes behind Data.

(Looks like the Joke has become serious)

Granted, Data's camoflaged jacket and jumpsuit, which is exactly what the Rebel commando's used, was of course, not registered to the Empire, neither were the Imperial Stormtrooper armour assoiciated with solely the Imperial Alliance, which had in the last year become a very mixed organization. Data paused then held up his hand. "I am from the Federation of Planets, but I am on loan to the Imperial Alliance.. Again, we mean you know harm. My friends mission regards you, miss. But I am simply intreiged. You are sentient yet intelligent.." He turned to one of the wolves, while switching his weapon to off. It whined down.

"my engineers here," the geonosians turned to face ona, "need access to your transponder to remotely activate the droid control relay on our ship."

Ona turned to Frencin. "Can you do it?"

He stretched his arms and then nodded. "Yep, I could. What frequency do you want to use to control the droids?" He began inputting program codes then waited for the Commander to reply.

instead, fas hokh', a geonosian, stepped forward and in a raspy voice said, "unfortunately, the general only trusts me with the frequency code. not even he knows it." fas stepped to the console and pushed, quite harshly, frencin out of the way. he quickly input the code and left the console. " your assistance was not neccesary." before ona or frencin could respond, the three left.

Ona made a hand signal and the Stormtroopers closed the door. The Commander turned to Frencin. "Did the computer record the frequency?"

Frencin quickly reaccessed the recording program he coded moments before the Geonosion took over and smiled and re-sent the code to the Vindicaters tech crews to edit into their droids while they modify them. "Yes. Vindicators crew has recieved the package."

"Excellent. Now can you call up the specifications for the-"

Satana lowered her weapon and the wolves calmed. She looked to Raz, then back to Data. "Call the rest of the pack. Tell them to stand down." Raz nodded and ran past Data towards the group he came from. She sighed and watched him for a moment, hesitant to speak. "I grew up with jedi. I've learned their ways yet I cannot control the force like they can. And my friends are native to this planet."

"Jedi, that is still a new term to me." Data replied. "Grand Admiral Vassisk of the Imperial Alliance ordered this mission personally." (We need bad guys... If I'm the bad guy then... scrap my last few Endor posts and expect an invasion force.)

The Star Destroyer Icy Wind exited the Sluis Van ship-yards and entered hyperspace for Wayland under a skeleton crew.

***

Ona nodded as Frencin spoke. "Begin construction immediatly." She spun on her boots and walked out. Oh Juion, hurry back.

I thought you were the bad guy 😕 ))

Satana holstered her blasters. "I see. So you know nothing of the war?" Raz soon returned to her side. She smiled and gave him a pat on the head. "What did you see, Raz?" He sighed and looked at Data. "There are many men waiting for his return. I can't tell what side they are on. Their uniforms confuse me." She sighed and returned her gaze to Data.