SLIPSPACE: EN ROUTE TO CLASSIFIED LOCATION

TIME: 21:07:87.45

ABOARD CCS CLASS VESSEL DESTINY’S SPEAR

A shuffle of feet.  “Ship Master, maneuvering out of Slipspace on your mark.”

Numerous clicks are heard from the panel. “On my mark, Nav.  3. 2. 1. Mark.”

A silent explosion.  Stars suddenly wink into existence as a portal opens from the non-physical realm of Slipspace. A sleek, purple vessel streaks out of the void.  Holes in its wing are an ever-present reminder of past glories. It’s shield partially flickered into existence as a minute chunk of debris shattered into it. It wasn’t the only one.  There were thousands of chunks of debris here.  Only this wasn’t just debris.  It was a massive pile of ships.  The Graveyard of the Damned as it was called in Covenant Tradition.  Ghosts were supposed to litter these fleet, with working ships able to annihilate a supercarrier in one blow.  It was this that Ship Master Cyco ‘Camalee was looking for. 

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Children of Men FanFic

By THX1138

This is a little fanfic I decided to start. All that is posted for now is a preview, but I will update this as I write each part. The Parts are listed below. Chapters will be listed in each part as I write them.

PART I: 2009

Chapter 1: That Fateful Morning… [Finished]

Chapter 2: Lunch [Coming soon]

PART II: 2012-2014

PART III: 2020-2027

2098. London City, London.

Robert Turner stood at the podium, in front of a crowd of thousands. And then the majority of the rest of the world was watching him on television. He smiled. He hadn't felt this alive in a long time. He sighed, and then he spoke into the microphone in front of him.

"My name is Robert Turner. I was born on Tuesday the 5th of October, 1993. I am now the oldest man on the planet." He said, and took a deep, heavy breath. "I have seen the worst in the human race, but I have also seen the best in it. Not many people will remember the time the human race was almost wiped out. Even fewer will remember the war against Iraq. And I am one of the few people alive who remembers the 9/11 bombings." He looked at the crowd in front of him. “"As the oldest human being on the planet, I believe that it is my duty to recount to you what I saw between 2009 and 2027."

I didn't like the way the old one was going anyway...it went too slow.

Summary:

Well, basically, it don't want to spoil the story, nor the backstory, as Im planning on revealing bits and bits of the backstory during the actual story. What I can tell you is this - its probably not Star Wars at all. Its inspired more by fight anime like Bleach, and horror like Higurashi no Naku Koro ni. (Actually, its probably specifically those two). And maybe the video game Portal (which I haven't played, but I know enough about to be inspired...funny eh?)

Anyhow - here's the setting. Merek Iras, 17. Human. Born in the test site, raised as a test subject. Now sitting in a cell in the test facility.

Dramatis Personae (for now):

Main Characters

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PROLOGUE

Merek Iras sat in a corner of his dark, dank, concrete cell. His eyes scanned the concrete wall, over the wet sections where a leaking overhead pipe flowed down, over the little craters created by air bubbles when it was made. He fidgeted with his hands.

There was no window in the cell. There was no window in the entire testing complex where he had spent all seventeen years of his life. Buried three miles beneath a mountain, underneath a military stronghold, the facility was the perfect place to...tamper...with humans, away from the prying eyes of the public.

He had never known his parents, nor did he know if he had parents in the first place, but until recently, he had a family - test group 11. Merek sighed remembering the relatively better times that came before this solitary confinement, the time when there still was a test group 11.

There isn't one now. Everyone has mysteriously vanished one by one, sometimes during tests, but mostly, during "free time". Everyone except Merek.

He didn't know why he was the last person left - but he vividly remebered what happened...

There were a total of eleven groups of fourty test subjects each, each being subjected to a psionic ability enhancing chemical developed by the military. A bid to create super soldiers to turn the tide of a losing battle. A battle that somehow still raged after seventeen years, but this wasn't the point. Merek gave little though of the intentions of the military.

Each group would have the chemical administered for the number of years in their group, all groups completing the project in 17 years.

The military continued to develop the drug, and after five years, they came up with a more effective chemical, that was used on groups five and below, while groups six to eleven used the original formula.

It didn't work. Beginning at the seventh year, test subjects disappeared one by one. At first, noone knew what happened to them. Noone really cared, until the disappearances grew more frequent.

Then word got out that they didn't "disappear" per-se. Military guards would take them away silently at times when noone was paying attention. That didn't help the situation, which grew more tense.

Later, sometime in the ninth year, after two other groups stared experiencing disappearances, someone witnessed the moment someone was taken away, foaming at the mouth and trying to gouge their own eyes out. The people monitoring the test waved it off as a hoax and a horror story, but in the back of everyone's minds, they knew it was true. Something was happening, and everyone was praying that they weren't next.

Merek grabbed a pebble lying by his leg and chucked it at the opposite wall, following it with his eyes as it arced across the cell, hit the wall, and bounced back towards him.

Why was he the only one left? Merek shook the though off and continued to fiddle with the pebble. There's no use thinking why. There's nothing left for me.

Merek glanced towards the guard, standing just outside the cell. Should I just ask him to end this? He contemplated the thought...would the guard do it even if he asked? Probably not.

Merek sighed and looked back towards the opposite wall, unconsciously rubbing his eyes - they itched.

Yea, actually, asking the guard isn't too bad of an idea.

As Merek tried to speak, he found that no sound would come. It was becoming difficult to breathe, and the itching behind his eyes was getting unbearable...it was so close...

Wait...this is it. Yes...its my turn at last. Merek relaxed and let his subconsious take over. Let death come swiftly and end this torment.

Alright so first we need to come up with a topic. It will be a Star Wars story, but what time period should we do it in. I

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Prologue

Kamino

22 BBY

   Clone Commando Omega 12 and his squad stood at attention in front of Kaminoan instructor Orun Wa, ready for their mission briefing. He looked around him at the others. The Republic Commando's were alert and ready, fresh out of combat training. Orun Wa was a senior Kaminoan instructor who had earned a reputation as a straight to business type. Omega 12 had known him since he had begun his training and had developed a strong connection with the older Kaminoan. Orun looked up from his holo board and addressed the Commando squads.

"All right listen up. Each of you and your squads will be completing tasks vital to the success of this operation on Geonosis. Delta Squad, you have been tasked with the elimination of Sun Fac, a high ranking Geonosian. Bravo Squad, your team must infiltrate a Techno Union ship and take its launch codes. Omega Squad, go to Acclamator 492, Defender in launch bay 7. They'll brief you there."

"Yes sir" Omega 12 saluted.

"Remember commandos" Orun Wa said. "Think of yourselves as a hand. Each of you is a finger, and without the others you're useless. Alone, a finger can't grasp, or control, or form a fist. You are nothing on your own, and everything together."

"Oorah sir"

Omega 12 signaled to his squad, Omegas 56, 39 and 97.

"OK, lets move"

He lead them out of the cramped control room toward the elevator. Omega 12 pressed the call lift button. As the lift ascended from the ground floor, Omega 12 could tell his team was tense. After being with them for his entire life he could read them pretty well, even under their blackened Katarn armor. The lift stopped and the doors opened. The Commando team entered the elevator and it began its descent. After a short ride, the doors opened at the main assembly area. Walking down the hall, Omega 12 looked out of the windows along the walkway. He could see the Acclamator assault ships being loaded with their cargo. A brisk walk brought the team to the entrance to docking bay 7. Omega 12 swiped his access card and they entered the docking bay. The Defender sat proudly in front of them; clone troopers busy loading supplies and vehicles on board. At 752 meters long and armed with 12 quad turbolaser cannons and four massive proton torpedo tubes, these ships functioned as more than just transports. They could lay waste to enemy fleets and destroy forces twice their size. Omega 12 noticed a Clone Trooper running toward them. His armor was yellow striped to indicate a commander status.

"Commandos, you’re late. I'll brief you as we walk" the clone snapped.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir."

"I'll make this quick. The Defender is part of a special task force designed to eliminate key Separatist leaders and their entourages. Your target is going to be one of the most important, Nute Gunray the Trade Federation Viceroy. Omega 12, you and your squad will be leading a convoy through a small canyon in an attempt to surprise and destroy Gunrays Command Core Ship, Nemodia's Pride."

The men walked up the boarded ramp, taking caution they did not get trampled by an approaching AT-TE.

"I have to report to the bridge. You'll receive more data on the mission on the way there."

As the landing door closed, Omega 12 had the worst feeling that this would be the last time he'd see Kamino.

"You OK sir?" 56 asked.

"Yeah 56. I'm fine"

Chapter 1

Geonosis

22 BBY

   "We are beginning our descent" the voice on the loudspeaker announced. "Hold tight, this might get rough"

Omega 12 buckled himself in. The massive ship rumbled as it entered Geonosis's atmosphere. A surgical strike that had occurred before the Acclamators arrived, lead by Mace Windu, had neutralized the AA defenses in the area, ensuring a safe landing.

"We have cleared the atmosphere and are holding at 1500 feet, all transports are a go."

Omega Squad removed their harnesses and made for the hangar. The narrow corridors were filled with clones and crew alike, preparing for battle. Pushing themselves through, the squad made it to their LAAT and climbed aboard.

"We're gonna drop you guys right near were the action is. Hang on!" the pilot told them over the roar of the engines.

Omega 12 nodded and grabbed hold of the support bar mounted on the ceiling of the drop ship.

"We're almost over our drop zone, get ready" the pilot yelled.

The LAAT pitched forward as the magnetic couplings released. Omega 12 felt weightlessness for a few seconds and then they were out. Darkness was broken by streams of light making their way through the LAAT's vent covers. The doors retracted and he looked out at the landscape. Craters, canyons and miles upon miles of orange rock greeted his eyes. He'd been hoping for something a little more surreal but this would have to do. Towering spires and Geonosian rock formations dotted the area. Below he could see the main invasion force in all its glory. They passed by and made a sharp right to avoid the droid AA batteries. The LAAT descended into the mouth of the canyon. LAAT/c's dropped of the AT-TE's and their clone trooper garrisons. SPHAT's were slowly making their way to the canyon. Their plodding forms kicking up dust, making them unfortunately easy targets to spot. All in all there were three SPHAT's each with two AT-TE's each and six platoons totaling 216 troopers. Although Omega squad had control of the forces they were lead by Captain 4725 "Spitfire". Spitfire was a by the book, no questions asked captain. His men respected him but didn't necessarily like him either.

"Spitfire, give me a status report." Omega 12 said.

"Sir, In Ops reports that there are millions of droid units in the E'Y-Akh desert and about 50,000 of them are protecting Gunrays ship"

"Then it looks like we're in for some fun." Omega 12 said.

The massive walkers shook the ground as they moved on, surrounded by their escort. The convoy was nervous; the canyon path was getting smaller and smaller. They had been traveling for nearly a half an hour. Omega 12 closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he kept walking. Then he heard something. He opened his eyes and drew out his DC-17. Omega squad did the same as well as several clone troopers. They froze, waiting for orders.

Omega 12 made a hand signal for them to take cover and watch the cliff face. A small rock fell from above and bounced to the canyon floor.

"Spitfire, hold your men, stop the convoy." Omega 12 said over his comm.

The walkers stopped. Omega 12 could hear his heart beating. He scanned the rock walls. Was it nothing? Seconds passed with silence. Nothing moved. Then the unmistakable noise of a rocket.

"AMBUSH!!!" Omega 12 yelled.

Droids began pouring over the cliff wall, dropping down and opening fire. The AT-TE next to him exploded in a ball of orange and vivid red, throwing him against a boulder. All he could hear was ringing. Lying on the ground he tried to force his body to move but couldn't. He could see red sniper shots picking off troopers left and right. A clone bent down and pulled him up.

"Spitfire! What are our casualties?" he yelled into his comm.

"We've got at least twenty men down and three walkers destroyed. Cover the SPHAT's!" Spitfire yelled.

Omega 12 regrouped with 56 and 39 behind a piece of charred metal.

"Where's 97?!" he shouted.

"Don't know sir" 56 yelled back as he blind fired over their cover, struggling to be heard over the gun fire.

Omega 12 peeked out from behind his cover and was met with a resounding burst of red blaster fire. He jumped back. A purple rocket flew by his head and hit an AT-TE's left flank. The machine collapsed leaking oil and fuel, which quickly caught fire, clouding the area with thick smoke.

"They're going after the walkers." Omega 12 shouted. "Get some fire on those droids!"

"What the hell is going on down there? Omega squad come in do you read me?" said a voice in Omega 12's comm.

It was Omega squads adviser.

"Adviser, we're in deep here. We need immediate air support and EVAC, NOW!" Omega 12 shouted.

"The soonest we can get evacuation to you is in about twenty minutes" the Adviser replied.

"We'll be corpses for ten minutes by then" Omega yelled back. "We need EVAC now. There’s too many of them. Send backup or transports. Something, hurry!"

56 interrupted. "Adviser, do you have a signal from 97?"

"I'm not reading anything from my end 1156 but there’s a lot of interference down there. Over."

Dwarf spider droids and spider droids were advancing into the canyon from the far end. Already droids had destroyed one of the SPHAT's. A spider droid advanced on their position. Its conic dish lit up as it fired. The commandos were blasted back as their cover was vaporized. As Omega 12 struggled to get up he found himself looking down the barrel of the Dwarf spider droids gun. It glowed dark red, about to fire. Then a blue streak hit the droid blowing it apart. It collapsed as Omega 12 covered himself with his hands, shielding himself from debris. Spitfire offered him his hand.

"Thanks." Omega 12 grunted as he was pulled to his feet.

"No problem."

He saw clone troopers fleeing from the advancing Separatist troops as another SPHAT was blown to bits, scorching the area black. The last one was abandoned, clones jumping down from it and falling back.

"Lets go" Spitfire told him "I've ordered a retreat."

"12 we can't just leave 97" 39 protested.

"We have no choice" Omega 12 said. "It's probably too late for him anyway."

Looking back he could see Gunrays core ship lift off into the atmosphere. He felt sick to his stomach. Their first mission had failed. But there was no time to contemplate it now though.

"Sir" 56 shouted "Command says we can EVAC at the original LZ. We can make it if we move fast".

The droids were coming in quick from all directions. They had to go, now or never. Running at top speed the clones darted through the narrow canyon, shots echoing off the walls. Omega 12 popped off a few shots at the droids as he rounded the corner. Up ahead he saw an LAAT descend down. They climbed on board.

"Boy are we glad to see you" 56 told the pilot as the ship took off.

"You should be lucky I got here at all it’s a bloody nightmare out there" the pilot shouted.

Omega 12 leaned against the BARC speeder in the back and took a breather.

The LAAT ascended and shot off back toward the Defender.

"Missile lock, we have a damn missile lock!" the pilot shouted. "Hold on!"

The side of the LAAT blew open. Omega 12 saw 56 go flying out as Spitfire and 39 hung on to the support bars.

"We're going down. Mayday Mayday LAAT 4935 we are going down"

The LAAT was spinning faster and faster and then everything went black. No feeling, just darkness. He felt as if his body was bound to the floor. Then he woke up. He could hear a fire burning and machinery sparking. Pulling off his helmet he rubbed his eyes and looked around. Blood was smeared in what had been the LAAT's cabin. Omega 12 stood up and fell. His leg was broken as well as two ribs and probably his collar bone. Both the pilots were dead as well as 39 and Spitfire. First mission already he'd lost his squad. Damn. What a day. Grabbing his rifle he kicked a hole through the LAAT port wall and crawled outside.

"Adviser do you read me over?" He said over his comm.

Nothing but static answered him. He took in the view. The LAAT had crashed on a plateau over looking the entire E'Y-Akh desert. The battle was already won. Smoldering Separatist hardware covered the dunes, like black stars against an orange sky. He returned to the LAAT and pulled out the speeder bike. it was in decent shape, he might be able to use it. Omega 12 booted it up. All systems were go. Jumping on he kicked out the brake lever and shot off across the dunes. He was awed by the extent of destruction in the area as his speeder zoomed by. Destroyed core ships and techno union had sent debris flying for miles. Spider droids and Hailfires sat it burning heaps missing legs and wheels. Omega 12 heard a rumble and watched as several Acclamators took off. The attack force was already withdrawing. He floored it. On the horizon he could see a LAAT hovering toward him. He signaled it and the gunship descended next to Omega 12.

"Climb aboard, we're your ride off this hellhole" a trooper said.

Omega 12 stepped in and watched the Geonosian landscape fade away as they ascended to the Defender.

Chapter 2

Kamino

21 BBY

  Clone Commando Omega 12 watched Tipoca City grow larger and larger from the cockpit of his ARC-170 starfighter. Rain splattered against the cockpit window. Lightning briefly illuminated Tipoca City's main spire.

"This is flight control, you are cleared to land." a Kaminoan said over the comm. "Welcome back Omega 12."

"It’s good to be back" he replied.

The ARC-170 slowed as it descended and landed onto a platform next to the main cloning facilities. The hatch slid forward and Omega 12 climbed out. A small control panel at the edge of the landing platform. Its glowing panel seemed to beckon to him. Activating it the landing pad descended down into the facilities high security area. Stopping at its intended level the top of the landing silo closed and Omega 12 made for the exit. Entering the complex he was greeted by Taun We.

"It’s good to see you RC 1112" she said.

"Likewise Ma'am."

"I'll see you around."

Taun We walked away as Omega 12 continued down the hall toward his room. Coming to room 3691, he stood in front of the door as it scanned him and, detecting his microchip in his armor, opened. Walking in, he took off his helmet and set it on his dresser. The room was small but well stocked with anything a commando might need. Looking into the mirror he examined his face. The long scar from the crash on Geonosis haunted him. Even after a year, a year in which he'd kept himself busy trying to forget what happened, it still brought back sadness and anger. One year. So much had happened. Omega 12 thought about what had happened since then. After his wounds had healed, he had been debriefed and scheduled for some psychiatric care. But he never felt right just sitting around and thus went back to duty. Even though his mission on Geonosis had failed, command still recognized that he was an accomplished fighter and that perhaps solo duty might serve him better. After Geonosis he started to work with the 501st assisting them in high stakes missions, all designed to bring about a quick end to the war. That never happened and the fighting continued. He served under Jedi and Clones alike. He flew ARC-170's and LAAT's both in space and in the atmosphere. Omega 12 earned valuable experience but some viewed him as too unpredictable, to easy to lose himself in the action. This never slowed him down and he continued to perform exceptionally earning meals of valor and an increasingly larger salary, something uncommon in this time of war. A knock on the door shook him out of his trance of nostalgia. It was Taun We.

"Lama Su would like to talk to you 1112. Come with me."

Taun We led Omega 12 to the prime ministers office a few floors down. The doors retracted as the two entered.

"Good afternoon. Please be seated. Taun We thank you, that will be all." Prime Minister Lama Su said.

Taun We exited quietly. As the door closed behind her, Lama Su began to talk.

"Well, I hear that things are going better for you RC1112. We have a special operation for you, something that I think you'll like. Have you ever heard of Koa Ne?"

"Yes sir, I have. He's a Kaminoan who stole some vital cloning data and is trying to sell it to the Separatists"

"We need you to, well deal with him"

"You mean an assassination?"

"Yes, I do"

Omega 12 was silent. He'd killed Trandoshans, Hutts, Weequays, Humans and many other species but never a Kaminoan.

Lama Su went on. "Koa Ne is meeting with Sev'rance Tann on Jabiim. You'll need to get moving. The coordinates are already locked in to your ARC. Make it fast and silent. I expect to see you again in a few hours."

"Yes Sir."

Omega 12 stood up, saluted and left.

Chapter 3

Jabiim

21 BBY

  Jabiim, a storm drenched planet. Massive electrical storms and heavy monsoons made living here hell. Omega 12's feet sunk into the deep mud as he ran from cover to cover. Peeking out from behind a rock, he scanned the compound for enemies. Sev'rance Tann was running a smuggling operation our of the old colonist base. It had been hastily converted to be used for military operation, so Omega 12 figured it wouldn't be too hard to infiltrate. By a sentry tower a guard, a human male, turned towards the wall to avoid the fierce wind and rain. This was his chance. He stole across the tree line and came up behind the guard. Wrapping his arm around the guards neck Omega 12's vibro blade slid across the jugular. Dragging the body into the bushes, Omega 12 checked for any other signs of movement. It was all clear. Firing a grappling hook over the retaining wall he pulled himself over. Dropping down he ducked behind a crate and surveyed the CIS compound. He'd need a sniping post, where he could not only get a clear shot but get away without getting killed. The sentry tower would do fine. Battle droids marched in their preprogrammed paths around the base, looking for anything unusual. Omega 12's blackened Katarn class armor had a limited stealth feature. Activating it he was as good as invisible to at least a droids optical sensor. Hacking into the sentry tower's entrance security panel, Omega silently entered and climbed the stairs. At the top he found a sniper. A quick, silenced shot from Omega 12's blaster ensured there would be no confrontation. Setting up and getting comfortable, Omega 12 waited. Three silent hours passed. Then it all began. Lights from the north. Omega 12 squinted through his sniper scope at the approaching convoy. For a Kaminoan exile, Koa Ne had amassed quite an impressive entourage. Koa Ne's AAT's were painted dark green; four of them surrounded Ne's transport. Omega 12 counted at least 30 SBD's as well. The convoy paused as the compound's heavy blast doors slid back. The force proceeded inside to meet with Sev'rance Tann and her officers. Tann wasn't skimping on the security either, with a large force of Spider Droids and Droidekas. Koa Te's transport stopped and the Kaminoan stepped out. Omega 12 felt a rush of anger but held his resolve. Sev'rance Tann stepped forward. It was now or never. Omega 12 adjusted his aim and targeted the Kaminoans head as the traitor walked towards Tann.

"Just stop moving" Omega 12 said under his breath.

He'd have time for one shot and one shot only. The reticule paused over Koa Ne, as the Kaminoan discussed the deal. Omega 12 knew hesitation would result in failure. He pulled the trigger. A soft pinging noise hit his ears as a bolt of energy, fired from its shell by a concentrated electrical charge, exited the barrel and in less than a second impacted on its intended targets head. Four seconds later Omega 12 was on the ground and running. Alarms blared behind him in the compound as he booted up the ARC 170 and took off into the rainy sky. He sat back and contemplated his perfect getaway as the ship entered hyperspace en route to Kamino.

Chapter 4

Kashyyyk

19 BBY

   At 1,137 meters long the Venator class Star Destroyer is one of the biggest war ships ever built. Carrying 192 Alpha3 Nimbus class V-wings, 36 ARC-170 starfighters, 40 LAAT/i gunships, 24 military walkers and various shuttles and protected by 8 DBY-827 heavy dual turbolaser turrets, 4 medium dual turbolaser cannons, point defense laser cannons and heavy proton torpedo tubes it was an army on its own. Capable of ripping through enemy forces and laying waste to entire cities and the armies protecting them. Omega 12 was awed to just be in one. Standing in the control room's entrance he surveyed the crew hard at work just below the upper deck while officers patrolled the walkways above. The panoramic view to the outside was mesmerizing, as stars whipped by. The ship was nearing its destination, Kashyyyk. The behemoth rumbled as it pulled itself out of lightspeed. Around it two more Venators appeared from hyperspace. Kashyyyk was visible to the aft of the ship. Omega 12 tensed, this was it.

"Sir, several CIS warships, heading right towards us" A lieutenant reported.

"Straight ahead" the captain ordered.

"Yes sir"

In a few seconds the ships would be in firing range.

"INCOMING!"

The ship rumbled as if it would fall apart.

"Return fire!"

Heavy dual turbolaser turrets rotated, as firing teams loaded them and took aim. The guns fired on the closest CIS ship, a Munificent frigate, and scored a direct hit on its command deck. The frigate slowly descending toward the planet, lifeless, command less and burning.

"Release all fighters. Tell them to search and destroy"

Almost in synchronization Republic and CIS craft released their fighters. Streaming toward each other at hundreds of miles an hour the fighters clashed in brutal, vicious dogfights. A Providence had slid up next to the Venator Omega 12 was on. So close he could almost see the Nemodians on the command bridge. It attacked as soon as it got a clear line of fire. The Venators cannons returned fire and pummeled the Separatist ship. Flak cannons ripped through shields and pummeled hulls. Massive explosions tore at both ships. The ensuring firefight heavily damaged both, but the Venator proved to be the superior, as it left the Providence nothing more than charred scrap in its wake. ARC-170's were devastating the Vultures and Tri Droids. Clearing a path for the transports, right to the cruisers.

"All forces, prepare to board!"

Omega 12 left the command deck and went down to the ventral hanger. His ARC 170 was ready to go. The massive hanger doors slid back and the second wave of attack craft flew out. The battle was vicious. Already he'd been targeted by several Tri fighters. Pulling up he pitched the yaw and came up behind the droids. Squeezing the triggers, precision bolts of green energy flew from the cannons and pounded the fighters into oblivion.

"Omega 12. Do you read me? This is Commander Gree. The battle up here is more than won. We have a problem that requires your attention planet side. We have lost contact with a Commando squad sent to establish a forward command center. Establish their cause of death and get the command navicomputer up and running. Gree Out."

The coordinates uploaded themselves to the ARC 170 and it descended down toward Kashyyyk. As the clouds began to part, Omega 12 could see his target, a large outpost building that had been abandoned by the CIS workers. A LAAT was parked outside. The area seemed completely abandoned. The ARC 170 landed and he got out. The door to the building was open, the inside was pitch black. Entering he activated is night vision HUD and scanned the area. A sudden noise made him jump and the emergency lights flickered on as a shadowy figure dropped from the ceiling.

"They sent another commando" the assailant said "How typical."

"Who are you!?" Omega 12 questioned.

"Who I am is not important; I'm merely a humble worker for the people of this planet. And the last person you'll ever see"

With that the figure raised his hands and let loose crisscrossing bolts of electricity. Omega 12 had little time to react and it hit him head on flinging him across the room against the wall.

"Pathetic" the sith said.

Omega 12 got to his feet and unsheathed his vibro blade to its full length.

"So you want to play with swords do you?" the sith mocked "Well lets go, commando"

The sith lit his red lightsaber twirling around himself using only the force as a show of power. Omega 12 wasn't daunted.

"My vibro blade is made of cortosis so I wouldn't get so cocky if I were you."

The sith sneered. "Ha! We'll see"

Lunging at the commando, the sith already had him marked as an easy target, a fatal mistake. Omega 12 sidestepped and kicked the back of the sith's legs, slamming him to the floor. Attempting to finish him off with a downward strike, the commando was foiled as the sith adept rolled out of the way and sprung up.

"Impressive, but surely you can do better" the sith said.

They were locked in brutal combat, exchanging blows, not one seemed to have the upper hand. A force push knocked Omega 12 to the floor and the sith brought down a crushing blow, which the commando barely managed to block with his blade. Struggling for his life, he grabbed his DC-15 pistol with his free hand and raised it toward the sith.

"Go. Back. To. Hell!" Omega 12 screamed as he shot the sith in the head.

The body went flying back in a bloody mess. Brain matter and tissue covered Omega 12's black armor, staining it with dark red blotches. He stood up and viewed the corpse. The Sith was dead. Omega 12 reactivated the navicomputer and the command center came back online.

"Good job Omega 12. We have full power for the command center. Report to forward command for your next assignment. Gree out."

Epilogue

Kashyyyk

19 BBY

   Omega 12 stepped off the LAAT and surveyed his surroundings. He had been dropped at the forward command center on Kashyyyk. At the height of the Clone Wars, Kashyyyk had become a battleground of unprecedented proportions as droid armies invaded the woodland planet in order to establish it as an important trading post. Gree met Omega 12 at the door.

"Omega 12, thank you for being prompt. Let’s go inside and I'll brief you on your next mission."

Gree never was one for hospitality's. The command center was tightly packed with all manner of electronic gear from sensors to comm systems. It seemed almost too disorganized for the Republic but Omega 12 remembered that the initial command center had been attacked and they had evacuated here just a few hours ago. On such short notice, he was impressed that they'd done so much so fast. Gree fiddled with a holo projector near the back of the room and a grainy black and white image appeared before them.

"This, Omega 12, is the droids main power generator. It is you task to destroy it."

The 3D terrain model showed an overhead view of the Separatist's encampment. They had landed just a short distance away from Kachiro's beach.

"In less than thirty minutes, the droids could be on our shore. Thirty minutes. And I can't forget to mention that they'll be traveling underwater all the way here, whenever it is they do decide to attack. Timing is critical. We're gonna drop you in right of the edge of their base. You'll be on foot from there. Now take a look at this."

The holo image enlarged and the picture became clearer. The generator could be seen in great detail.

Gree pointed to a pipeline stretching across the map. "This fuel intake line draws fuel from the dropships. Just one spark and the whole thing goes up. But you'll need to use timed explosives so you can get to a safe distance. Take two of these."

Gree handed him two thermal detonator sized charge packs.

"Good luck Omega 12. Your ship is waiting."

Omega 12 left the room and boarded the LAAT as Gree returned to his post. Under the cover of darkness, he'd have a better chance of going undetected. But the sun was coming up soon and he wouldn't have much time. The LAAT embarked toward the droid base. The trip was quick and silent, with the cold Kashyyyk air whipping past him.

"We're at the drop point sir." the pilot said.

The LAAT descended, branches breaking as it forced its way through the thick foliage. Omega 12 dropped a zip line and rappelled down to the forest floor. Darting through the trees, he made sure to tread lightly as droid patrols we often accompanied by listener drones, specialized droids that picked up low frequency sounds in order to locate and kill intruders.

At the top of the ridge, he got a good view of the area. Three dropships worth of droids and their vehicles were below.

"Me against all these droids" thought Omega 12. "They don't stand a chance."

He was about to climb down when he noticed something. Movement and lots of it. The droids below were up to something. He adjusted the electrobinoculars and set them on low light mode. The droids were entering into the foggy depths of the cove. One by one they disappeared underneath the cover of darkness. They were already moving out to attack. He'd have to hurry. Climbing down he reached the basin floor. Omega 12 nearly tripped over a large object. Looking down he saw it was a dead Wookiee. He switched his HUD to night vision but was not prepared for what he saw. Hundreds of dead Wookiee's lay sprawled around him in the dark, their bodies burnt and mangled from blaster fire. It wasn't murder, it was genocide. Stepping cautiously around the dead he made it to the camp perimeter. It was all abandoned, save for some security personal. Numerous shipping crates made it easy for Omega 12 to navigate through the landing site undetected. The sun was already coming up, he'd have to hurry. The generator was really more of a power plant. To Omega 12, it seemed like a building. He cut into the pipeline with his viborblade. The liquid fuel spilt out onto the ground. He placed the two charges and sprinted back to the cliff.

"Freeze!" a mechanical voice shouted.

Omega 12 turned to face his captors. Two B2's stood with their arm blasters raised.

"Hands up."

Omega 12 lifted his arms up. The B2's moved toward him.

"You're coming with us, meatbag."

Omega 12 pressed a small blue button on his wrist armor. A few hundred feet away, two small explosive charges detonated in a large fuel supply. The generator exploded. Omega 12 was temporarily blinded and knocked onto his back. The droids were blown to pieces. He saw one of the Trade Federation C-9979 landing craft get one of its wings blown right off by the blast. The massive ship crumbled to the ground, letting loose fiery debris in all directions.

"Omega 12, this is Gree." a voice in his comm said. "We see the generator is destroyed, my men say they could see the explosion from space. Good job. We've managed to destroy a large portion of their forces but the battle still rages on. Hang on, message from the Emperor coming through........Omega 12. It's Order 66. You know what to do."

End

If you see any conflicting information let me know (basically author errors, continuity errors).

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Chapter 0: Background story:

When the earth was still one (Pangaea), many dinosaurs roamed the land especially early humans. These human species were neither stupid nor very smart but they were clever enough to live in this dangerous world. Humans believe through scientific research they can solve any obstacle thrown their way so they believed that humans formed several years after the dinosaur's extinction. Mankind is known to survive through thick and thin. These early humans also has the traits we have today but they were much more tuned to nature while ours is more tuned to business and technology(basically dumbed down).

The Ayu-Maya's were a clever race managing to do the impossible at times but in the most realistic boundaries the earth was given. There have been other known locations but currently not much is known so not much can be spoken. The Ayu-Maya's in this story are set around the Pacific Ocean where the "Island of Mu" was to have been located. During the Pangaea period these people lived mostly in the Asian area which is now known as Australia (or at least a quarter of it). This area was still hooked up with Asia and Australia but during our time period has (almost) disappeared. When the Earth began reforming and into the shape we see today with the sinking of many islands holding advanced civilizations.  Some of its locations are still left like a huge ruin off the coast of Eastern Japan where ruins are submerged. These have been referenced in Reideen anime and Rahxephon.

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Chapter 1: Ayu-Maya's Formed and Civilized

The earth filled with many forests and life goes on with its business while the humans  with wings fly around wondering what their purpose on this earth is. As many as 500 of these humans with wings fly around wondering where they came from and how they got here search for a suitable area to inhabit that is not as fierce as the mainland. The place they inhabit would be the later known as "The Island of Mu" which struggles to survive in legends to this day and was the home of a great human civilization before they collapsed from an interfering alien race. The huge group of winged humans found the first habitable (safe zone) where they can build a settlement. The first settlement which would turn into a capital would be located near present day Mexico, the capital named "Sineani" (one place; a certain time ). This settlement was the first ever human settlement known to man kind through either science, legend, or (or even rarer) through dreams telling of a life struggle to survive.

This settlement called "Sineani" would be one of the many capitals to spread through the Island of Mu for a struggle to survive finding out what their main purpose was. Later on as the Ayu-Maya people began to settle in and feel more secure they began spreading out slowly creating more settlements to secure a route to greater their numbers and to make sure they can gather enough resources to keep surviving. They built high, on ground, below, and even underwater. When enough settlements were formed and people felt firmly secure they began exploring the dangerous world where fierce dinosaurs still roamed, hunting them for game and for survival sports. Those who were unfit were placed in this unsafe area to see if they can adapt and if not they would die. As cruel as this may have been it prevented a weak line of humans from being born in the long run of the species. This was figured out through the 4th generation where the more careless Ayu people had less skilled, less intelligent, and smaller wings from those who actually helped out swiftly building defensive structures, weapons (like bows, arrows, spears and the like).

Once nightfall came when the first settlement was formed there were these unknown shadows that stalked them from the ground. Few of these Ayu slept in trees first with some others sleeping on the ground. When nightfall came weird howling and screaming was heard before the first strike was gained by the shadow people. These would later be turned against these creatures later labeled as "Kur" for the Ayu would build walls holding torches. These walls would be made out of stone and wood circling the area they settled on. The Ayu would work in two shifts, day and night, which helped them survive. During the day those who harvest food and resources would hunt before sundown and during the night warriors would be on guard making sure that none of these "Kur" would make it in. The beginning of the light and dark began here where during the day everything could be considered peaceful while during the night many new evil could be found.

To find the proper warriors the weak are first scouted out within the settlement (and as mentioned) left to fend for themselves in the dinosaur filled world. The weak would be chained up and left in a building for prisoners (could be considered more like an airport where people leave ingroups). During the night instead of meeting the "Kur" you meet many night time meat eaters. All the weak parts of the race were left for a week in the wilderness and if they survived for a weak they would be returned given normal jobs to do. If they were still found to be weak they would be returned where another week trial begins. If this continues many times there will be a duel to the death with other's labeled as weak within any settlement. This later turned into a territory game where a team was assembled for each settlement and had no choice but to participate for survival. There were many survival games where the more well known ones were sparing duels, soccer (Mayans also played soccer), fight the Kur (the side with the most survivors wins[or at least has a survivor]), normal ancient duels with both sides, and lastly who's team can fly the longest going in circles while being chained up to the ground (to prevent escapes). For those that lived had the right to give birth and those that died or lost were slaves until they proved themselves to be worthy to breed. There were rarely any sadistic leaders or referees who watched these games to allow any pointless killing since it was more of a show of skill and to allow  skill to be gained/worked on.

Please, don't copy anyone else's ideas or I will come to your house, eat all of your cookies, steal all of your lollipops, and then huff and puff and blow your house down.(i'm serious) Don't plagerize. Thank you.

You can post an idea, with at least some background info, maybe a little teaser, but nothing too long.

Pter Rudemo; Admiral

Denth Kalar; Warlord

Milo Varik; Captain

Cira Zess; Captain

Prologue

Two months after Grand Admiral Zaarin failed coup d'état

In orbit around the planet Tythe

Admiral Pter Rudemo could tell the crew of the Shadow Striker was getting restless. In the two months since they had left Zarrin’s Forces and struck out on their own, they had been led from one disaster to another. He also knew that the crew and especially his second in command, Captain Denth Kalar blamed him for their terrible luck. It wasn’t all his fault. How could he have known that the rebels were staging in that system? He had lost what little remained of his fleet in the battle that followed and his crew blamed him for it, as if he should have know that the rebels would be there.

He knew it wouldn’t be long now before the ambitious Captain staged a mutiny and got rid of him. He had always tried to do what was right for his crew, and if this was what his crew truly wanted then he wouldn’t try to stop them. But as the door opened and Captain Kalar walked in flanked by two Stormtroopers, blasters in hand. He wondered if this was what was truly right for his crew.

One hour later, Captain Kalar announced that Admiral Rudemo had been eliminated and that he was in command. Normally after having gotten rid of a hated officer like that, there would have been cheering or at least the crew would have been happier. But while the crew blamed the admiral for the mess they were in, they worried what the Captain would do now that he was in charge and they feared it would be much worse.

I've decided to let it out.

Again, its vaguely connect to SW - it takes place in post-apocalypse SW Galaxy, whith a LOT made up, drawn from various sources such as animes, movies, games, etc. But mushed together to create a believable universe.

So basically, for those who are impared reading the introduction, a group of beings had ascended to the level of being god-like, and this group of "celestials" begin to govern the universe. But of course, there is always the splinter faction. No, this story is not about the great war between the gods, it is the story of what comes after. The galaxy has been wiped of life forms during the final stages of the celestial war. The celestials have been wiped out, and their enemies, banished through a black hole, never to return. This is the story of the new civilizations that rise from the ashes, and learn about the great empires and great people that came before them, how they learn about the technologies, and the shock of first contact. In a way, it is modeled like Earth would be like in the mid-far future if they were to meet an alien race (like in halo), but a shocking event forces them to set aside there differences, and protect their galaxy from the return of the enemies...

Dramatis Personae (at the moment):

Au'skas - a former admiral, put placed in sole command of the first ship designed for interstellar travel (somewhat of a demotion, but there's no fleet to command, so he's a captain now)

Issat - the chairman of the council of elders, the governing body

Rishyk - a member of the council, and a general

here begins the story:

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Introduction: A step into the past

Date: ??

Location: ??

Before the beginning, there was a great war, and a great battle, after which there was nothing. The celestials, the ancient order of the multiverse's protectors, were no more - the multiverse was gutted by the terrible machines of the dark force. One world remained - the creation of one of the two last celestials. The world from which all that is and will be have sprung.

From the dying fires of the last war rose a new universe - one that held the seeds of life and evolution, to replace what has been lost. This is the beginning, where history ends, and the present begins.

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Prologue: The torch is passed on

Date: ??

Location:  Archive Room, Spire of Memory, Surface, Gevra, Gevra System

For a time, there was peace. Before the primitive civilizations of the new realm learned to control their planet and their resources, before they learned the art of interstellar communication and travel. The return of the final celestials marked the end of this time. This archive chronicles the final meeting between our people and the celestials, and of the subsequent development of the first nullspace traverser.

[PLAYING RECORDING: Archive 0001: The beginning of the modern era; RECORDED ON 90:61 Hcram 91, 7002; BY: Issat, Chairman, Council of Elders]

"There they stood, in the entrance of their strange structure that would take to the air and to the heavens, they spoke to us, and gave us our future."

"They said that with the 'technology' within the sphere the one with long hair held in her(?) hands, we would be able to expand our knowledge and contact with other 'races'."

"They gave us the sphere, and without another word, they entered their ascendant structure and dissapeared. We never saw them again."

"It took our greatest minds a hundred and seventy years to decipher the cryptic script in whcih the inscriptions were written - the final instructions of our gods."

"From those instructions, we gained the wisdom to use and construct what would be known now as nullspace traversers - engines that would allow us to propell our vehicles at speeds greater than that of visible light."

"In the two hundred years it took to aquire the knowledge, we had developed sufficient technology to traverse our system, but never before have we ventured outside our known space."

"This would be the key to unlocking the door that is our system. The only way for us to achive a higher level of evolution."

[END]

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Chapter One: Discovery

Date: 34:53, Enuj 62, 7052

Location:  Deck, Shipyard (SHP) No. 133-7N355, In Orbit, Gevra, Gevra system

Au'skas walked toward the docked exploration vessel Finder, his eyes darting across the polished, plated surface of the ship. It is heart and pride of the Gevra people and it had taken fourty years to finalize the modifications on the nullspace traverser within the Finder, and another five years to test its safety. At last, the first vessel to leave the system with a planned destination was ready. Au'skas was proud to have been selected out of the admirality to captain the exploration ship, and to pioneer usage of the nullspace traverser technology for the rest of the fleet.

"This will be a day long remebered! It will be the day that our people first explore the outer reaches of space, outside the safety of our system!" With that final speech, Au'skas stepped inside the hull of the Finder. Au'skas took a long look back at his people. Although this is just a test jump to a nearby system that shouldn't take more than an hour to be back, he felt a feeling that he wouldn't be seeing his home for a long time.

"All clamps disengaged, statis fields dispersed. Crew reports sublight engines online. Power core operating at peak efficiency. The Finder is away." The crew members reported as the ship gradually separated from the shipyard, like a child clinging to its mother's leg as it leaves on its first day of school.

"All right everyone, we've been though this before. A short jump to the low-mass planet in orbit around the neighbouring white-dwarf star Irii. We'll be back before the hour's up." Au'skas sighed and sat down. At least I hope...

The nullspace drive system gave a short whine before activating and sending the Finder hurtling trhough null space and appearing near Irii-2.

***

Date: 35:14 Enuj 62, 7052

Location: Bridge, Exploration Ship (ExS) Finder, Moving into Orbit, Irii-2, Irii system

Au'skas gazed out through the viewport as the Finder neared Irii-2. There's somethng wrong...isn't this a low-mass planet?

A brilliant blue sphere dotted with small green and yellow landmasses with the occasional grey mass, Irii-2 looked approximately the same size as most habitable medium-mass terrestrial planets. As the Finder set itself into orbit, the terrain of the planet changed as the ship crossed to the far side. The land gradually became darkeer and more jagged, rather than the smooth hills and oceans, there were jagged veins of magma amongst sharp peaks reaching up as if it wanted to bring dow the sky. Then, the ground gave away to nothingness.

"So...this is why it reads as low-mass. Four fifths of the planets volume is...missing, blasted away by...something..."

Gazing back up at the stars, Au'skas stepped back in awe - thousands of derelict ships dotted the space around the planet, ranging from small, Gevran-sized debris to large moon-sized ships. What...is...this? The remains of a great battle, it seems. Neither side appears to have won - they would have salvaged it otherwise.

"Turn us around and land on that large triangular island we passed earlier. There may be something there we can use, or something that will tell us what happened."

"Yes, Captian. Brining the Finder into low orbit now."

"Land on that structure over there on that island."

"Yessir. Landing clamps ready."

***

Date: 35:38 Enuj 62, 7052

Location: Cargo Bay, ExS Finder, Landed, Irii-2, Irii system

'[Establishing Connection...Please Wait]'

'[Link Engaged]'

"Issat of the Council, this is Au'skas of the Exploration ship Finder. We have found many derelicts and wrecks around and on Irii-2. It seems that this world isn't what we thought."

"Intruiging, tell me more."

"It seems like the celestials didn't lie about the great war. The relics of it are all over this place."

"Indeed. Good work, Au'skas. Bring back whatever data you and your team can gather. maybe a bit of scrap from the derelicts too."

"Of course. our science teams are ready to take a look at this wreck."

'[Link Disengaged]'

Au'skas sighed. I guess that feeling I had back at the shipyard wasn't wrong then...Why did I drag myself down here again? As the teams departed into the wreck, Au'skas took a quick galce around at the flat, shimmering oceam around him before stepping into the bridge of the downed ship. Noting the faded name painted on its side "Flare-III".

"Ok people, findany active computer systems and copy any data you can from it."

"Yessir!"

The teams searched and took data off the side consoles and computers, not letting the fact that there wasn't as much as a single dead body on board the wreck.

***

Date: 36:18 Enuj 62, 7052

Location: Bridge, Flare-III wreckage, Surface, Irii-2, Irii system

Au'skas looked around. The only computer system that wasn't throughly copied onto a data drive were the few technical data consoles on the side of the corridors. Cautiously pressing a large button on the console, Au'skas noticed that all operating systems of the wreck was activating, and a schematic showed whcih systems were offline.

"What is this? A...15 kilometer long shaft? That island in the distance is the prow... So we truly are primitive in terms of technology. This appears to be some kind of Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation array that focuses the energy along the central shaft and releases it in a single beam as a weapon. The power required to operate this is...insane! It uses more power in a millisecond than we have ever used in our entire history. Damn. Where is that power core?" Au'skas mused as he read the data off the diagram.

"Captian, you find something?"

"Yes, copy all the data off the computer at that far wall - we havent acessed it yet. I think we have gotten what we came for. Oh, and can I have an empty data disk?"

"Sure..."

Taking the empty disk, Au'skas looked for his chance to access the hidden files at the computer station he was at. Plugging the disk in and ripping the files, Au'skas quickly glaced across the file names and cryptic text it was written in. Upon the hitting the last file, the transfer stopped.

"What! Au'skas slapped the disk and read its status. Less than 30%. Either the disk was borked, or the final file was way over 7 TeraBytes in size.

"Hey, trooper ExS-F-0093, can I have another one of those disks? The larger 50TB ones."

"Sure. Found something big?"

Au'skas nodded wordlessly and bent down to continue the transfer. Immediately, the transfer began, slowly filling up the normally impossible-to-fill disk. The transfer completed, filling the disk to 87%. As the transfer finished, a trooper called out.

"Sir, there seems to be some sort of projector here. I'm not sure what it is."

"Take it with us. Give the scientists something else to play with."

"That is all."

"Ok then, lets head back."

***

Date: 37:15 Enuj 62, 7052

Location: Bridge, ExS Finder, In Orbit, Irii-2, Irii system

"Ok men, that was a good haul, but Issat wanted us to bring in one of the derelicts too."

"Which one?"

"That long one there should work. Its close to our jump vector so it shouldn't be too much strain on our conventional drive systems."

"But sir, what can we use to drag something of that size with us?"

"Use the landing clamps."

"Yessir. Landing clamps ready."

"Good."

"The salvage is attached and ready for hauling."

"Report on engines."

"Strain appears to be minimal. It seems our drives are more than powerful enough to haul a ship twenty times our size."

"Then I guess we can build bigger ships, no? Whatever, just start the nullspace traverser. Lets go home."

"Jump vector reached. Initiating nullspace traversal."

Au'skas fiddled with the disk that contained the strange file. The inventory logs showed that this was the only 50TB disk used, meaning there were no other such files. But it was a tech panel. Why would someone store such a large file on the tech panel? All the maps and schematics have been transferred...

***

Date: 37:30 Enuj 62, 7052

Location: Bridge, ExS Finder, In Orbit, Gevra, Gevra system

Real space unfolded in front of them and the shimmering green sphere of Gevra unfolded before them.

'[Establishing Connection...Please Wait]'

'[Link Engaged]'

"Captian Au'skas of the Exploration Ship Finder, this is Minister-General Rishyk of the council of elders. You have been granted permission to drop the derelict and all salvage off at shipyard No. N3X-771M3. Any data can go there too."

"Affirmative. Shifting to vector now."

"Research teams will recieve the derelict there - it's the only shipyard large enough to accomodate that impressive haul."

"Well, tell the ship designers that if you not making hauler ships, you can make larger ships. These engines are more than powerful enough to move that derelict."

"Noted. After dropping off the salvage, head back to shipyard No. 133-7N355. We'll debrief you there. Rishyk out."

'[Link Disengaged]'

Well, at least they didn't specifically request for my data disk...I'm interested in knowing what is in here myself, without the knowledge of the rest of the empire. Why am I making this harder for myself?

[Chapter One End]

Rise of the G.S.F.S - Part 1

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=View pans towards a single Mon Cal moving around Endor after the battle=

---Incoming Transmission---

Rebel Mon-Cal Commander: "View the incoming transmission"

Bridge Officer: "Yes Sir, on Holo 3"

-------Transmission----------

We have located an unknown vessel that looks like it came from the Imperial Navy but it is not really part of their fleet. We saw it in action and it destroyed 12 squadrons of Tie Interceptor Fighters, 5 Tie bomber squadrons and 5 Decimator frigates. We assumed it was one of their testing sessions but currently are unsure what the Imperials are doing. Having that many fighters, bombers and frigates lost to one ship without taking damage is unheard of with us needing to capture it before it is used on us. It does not appear to be an Imperial ship but it does have similarities of being with the Empire. A ship that nicely painted and made is very hard to come by even with those deadly fighters of theirs. You are assigned to find it and take it over and lastly don't let this information leak, keep it to yourselves and the crew at all costs, end of transmission"

--------End of Transmission------------

Rebel Mon-Cal Commander: "Hmm, this is a pain we were just about to finish off the Imperial fleet here. This will cause them to reinforce this area. Ok get ready to head out and track this ship down. Where to Navigator?"

Navigator: "To Geonosis sector sir"

Rebel Mon Cal Commander: "Ok off to Geonosis we go"

=View changes to Geonosis with the view being clear with a ship then appearing out of nowhere=

-Unnamed ship : "Well that should stir things up, we used fake holograms to stir up the Rebellion. They are heading this way so lets get ready to get their arrogant asses out of here."

- unnamed Bridge Officer: "Sir the Rebels are inbound what shall we do?

- Unnamed Ship Captain: "Bring in that Corrupt Cruiser we captured and re-engineered. It will come in handy for this operation since we need to keep our ship a secret until the time comes. Alright bring it here!"

- Unnamed Bridge Communicator: "Ok sending out the encoded message to our buddies it should be here as soon as the Rebels get here with it being cloaked. What the Rebels will see would be an invisible barrage of destruction."

- unnamed Bridge Captain: "Perfect get some popcorn and watch this fleet be decimated. Lastly so this works out as planned and they don't get any weird ideas lets get a hologram of a trader ship being repaired after being attacked by pirates."

- Unnamed Bridge Officer: "Alright done lets just hope this doesn't backfire on us, Ready for action."

*view changes from the ship cloaking to the rebels hybering inwith their one Mon cal and a squadron of X-wings and cruising to the trader ship*

*A view of the Corrupt Cruiser hypering in then quickly cloaking without the Rebels noticing what exactly it is but saw something on its radar*

*View changes to the Mon Cal*

Mon Cal Navigational officer: "Uh sir,...for a split second we had a contact on our map but now it is gone. We also have a trader ship contact what should we do? Find out what that other blip was or ignore it?"

Mon Cal Captain: "Lets assist that trader ship there and make sure to keep a close eye out for any contacts, keep your guard up this is strange."

=View changes to the Corrupt Cruiser closing in like a submarine and releasing its lasers onto the Mon Cal=

Mon cal Captain: "SHIELDS! FIRE BACK!"

=View changes back to the mon cal then both firing at each other=

=X-wings come inbound to the uncloaking Captured Corrupt Cruiser=

=a view of the Mon cal and the Corrupt cruiser continue firing while the X-wings come in for the shield drain until the main weapon fires from the ship hitting the Mon-Cal causing massive damage=

=view of the other ship uncloaking and joining the fight, releases fighters that attack the X-wing squadrons and the Mon-Cal=

=few moments later view of both destroyed

=View of the uncloaked ship is later to be known as "Substantial Sword" with text being written on the bottom and fighters swarm around the main ship with the Corrupt Cruiser cruising around Substantial Sword.

=Credits role=

----End of Part 1----

1. Use capital letters. when john was writing his book in alabama he didn't use capital letters and he was shunned by the publishers. Don't let this happen to you! Learn from John's mistakes. 

Capital letters help a story flow. Starting a sentence with a capital letter makes the reader focus on what the words are and what the author is trying to say rather than wondering why the heck the first word isn't capitalized. Editing one's work is crucial.

2. Once you've written something, read it out loud to yourself. This goes a long way in the editing process. You can catch many simple mistakes and errors in grammer, punctuation, and word choice just by reading it aloud. And yes, read it out loud. When you just read it to yourself, your brain will sometimes add in missing letters and words, correct spellings, and all sorts of things. When speaking it, you will not do this.

3. Start with an outline. Know what you want to write. You need to link the story together and have it be a single idea instead of a bunch of fragmented paragraphs that somehow fit together. Lead into the next event and if you get good, try to foreshadow events that will happen in the future. If a character plays a role later in the story, maybe introducing the audience to them now is and developing their character until you get to that crucial moment is more effective than talking about them right before the event. Readers are more apt to get drawn into the story when they connect with the characters and enter into your brain, into the world that you have fabricated through your writing.

4. Indenting and seperating paragraphs is a great thing! This is very simple and makes it a whole lot easier to look at and read. When something is spaced out, I will be more apt to read the whole thing and not skim it over because there are so many words so close to each other.

5. Be open to ideas. When you have a closed mind is when you are doomed to fail. You need to be open to criticism or advise from other people. You don't always have to agree with them, but sometimes other people actually do have good ideas. Imagine that! Some critics are harsh, but that's life. But even the harsh ones many times have very good advise, just worded in more of an attacking way.

Hope you take something away from this. More later!

-Dorkthehunter

So here are two of my concepts (note that I only did the left side view  ):

http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/49/providencecommunicationbj0.jpg

Providence-Class Communications Light Cruiser - was a prototype to the CIS made along with the Free Dac Volunteers Engineering Corps. The cruiser was a bit smaller and had less weapons than the Providence-Class Destroyer. It was supposed to be a communications vessel, but shortly after the first units were ready, the Order 66 happened and these ships never went to the Seps fleet. At the time of the GCW, these ships were used by many Trade Guilds, Pirates, planetary defense or communications...

http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/2889/defenderlightdestroyerqr3.jpg

Defender-Class Light Destroyer - like the Providence Communications Cruiser, it was a prototype that never went to the CIS fleet. Most of the ships of this class weren't finished, and left abandoned in the shipyards. The few that were ready were most stoled by pirates or bought by Planetary Defense Fleets, Trade Guilds, etc.

The Defender Light Destroyer was well armored and could beat Venators, Acclamators and possibly Victory I Class destroyers easy. It has a plasma cannon (almost like the Aggressor's one) but lack in shields.

(Note that in the picture, it's hull is badly damaged - probably by an ISD)

What do you guys think?

(Feel free to use these pictures in a website, sign, etc, but contact me first)

It chronicles the events that happen around Lord Zall, an amnesiac aboard a military warship, who is apparently someone "important", but he does not know why or how. I have an idea of how it is to end, but the way I wrote this, I figure out things as Zall does (lol), which suits my style of writing since I hate planning everything out - it limits my creativity.

It'll probably have around 5-6 short chapters...

Dramatis Personae: (more will be added if the story needs them, the only important person is Zall anyway)

- Lord Zall (Human, Amnesiac)

- "Captain" (Human, Captian of Flagship Neurotic)

Chapter One:

Lord Zall sat on the edge of a bed in a large room apparently designed for the living quarters on an important individual. He did not remeber getting into bed, getting into the room, or getting into the ship (his ship?) for that matter. All he remebered was that he had been woken up by a soldier a few hours ago, and had been refered to as "Lord Zall". From the way the soldier treated him, he concluded that he was someone important, at least on this ship, and his presence had been requested at the bridge. Questions rung through his head as he got out of bed and went to the wardrobe to look at what there was to change into. Confused and dazed, he changed into a fancy, loose-fitting robe that apparently he had 30 of and walked out of the room towards the bridge. How he knew which dircetion he did not know.

"Well this is interesting..." Zall muttered to himself as he neared the door to the bridge, "I wonder what they want with me?"

The door slid open smoothly and Zall stepped into the spacious room with wide windows looking out into space.

"You're here. We've been expecting you, my lord." An officer (the captain?) on near a control panel said.

"Yes, I suppose I am. Captian, may I please be refreshed as to why my presence has been requested?"

The captian looked at him queerly and said simply, "You had requested to be called here when we reached the Ennae System." Zall looked out the wide windows and his eyes fell upon a beautiful Gas Giant planet with swirling blue and green clouds. "We're ready on your call, my lord."

"Thank you."

Zall paced around the bridge of the ship as he pondered as to why he would tell the bridge crew to call him here at this time...

Background

after WWIII finshed in 2010. the war finally ended when the the four world powers (EU, USA, China and Australia)

manged to form a world government the United Nations of Earth(UNE) and the world settled in for a 100 years of peace. but because none of the world powers trusted one each other. war started brewing again. this lasted for 10 years with none of the powers wanting to take the first shots. this has finally ended with china trying to quickly kill off Australia. soon the other powers will get involved and World War IV will have started.

this just the Dramatis Personae and Prologue. which involves China's first attack.

Edit: Chapter 1 is now up

Dramatis Personae (WIP)

Australian Air Force

-Commander John Borlov (Male - Commander of Saber Squadron)

-Captain Kira Lenniera (Female – Executive Officer and Second in Command of Saber Squadron)

-General Prakess (Commander of AAF Fighter Command)

-Commander Marek (Commander of Knight Squadron)

Prologue

Captain John Borlov flow past Fellow Lieutenant Kira Lenniera with a sudden burst of speed, it was just another patrol mission on the northern border of Australia, as if they didn’t have enough of them as it is.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take” John said over the comm. to Kira

“Well it’s almost over. Another ten minutes and we can be back at base.”

“Yeah I guess.”

He looked down at his sensor and saw two yellow blips moving fast towards him

“Two unidentified craft coming in fast” he said over the comm.

“Probably just another Chinese Patrol” he heard coming back

“Yeah maybe”

Something didn’t feel right about these fighters, he wasn’t sure what yet but something was up. Just then he heard gunfire passing just under his craft followed by a missile lock tone. He looked over to see where his wingman has gone but couldn’t see him. He broke left to try and break the missile lock. He quickly broke the lock and tried to come up behind the enemy fighter, but the fighter was gone. He quickly tried to find out where it has gone but it was nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden his missile lock warning alarm has gone off and 20 seconds later his craft was hit by an enemy missile.

He looked back and saw that he had lost most of his left engine when he heard an explosion. He tried to look behind him but couldn’t see

“What happened to the enemy fighters?" he called over the comm.

“I nailed one and the pilot of the other was killed by a piece of the engine you lost. Do you think you can make it back to base?”

“Yeah whether this thing will ever be able to take of again is another thing”

“Well follow me in; I get you there in one piece”

“Got it,”

Chapter 1

John climbed down from the cockpit of his F-45 and saw the extent of the damage to his fighter.

“Hmm doesn’t look as bad as I first thought” he muttered to himself

“Yeah that’s because you always assume the worst, and this time I didn’t care to enlighten you on how wrong you were.” Kira said from behind him

“Maybe…” John said skeptable, “So do you want to go see the commander now or find a way to post-pone the de-briefing?”

“Might as well be now, and besides Commander Marek isn’t that bad”

“Yeah well you’re not the one he wants to be rid-off”

“True, maybe you’ll get lucky and the Commander isn’t back from his patrol yet”

“Do you even believe that?”

“No but there’s still a chance”

John knocks on the Commanders office, after waiting five minutes he knocks again.

“Hmm doesn’t look like his back, maybe we should try again later” John said to Kira

Just then the door opened, and the Commander told them to come in

“Damn”

“What was that Captain?” the commander asked him

“Nothing sir”

“I thought so” the Commander said “Now what the hell were you thinking out there?” He yelled at John, “You’ll be lucky if you didn’t start a war”

“Sir they fired at us” Kira said

“Was I speaking to you Lieutenant?

“No sir,”

The Commander turned to face John “Now Captain what the hell happened out there?

“Sir the Chinese MIG’s attack us and we returned fire”

“Even through every other patrol from this squadron said they made contact with Chinese MIG’s, you just happened to get a pair that attack you”

“Yes sir”

“I’ll have you know I don’t believe your story, but lucky for you High Command does,”

John Sighed with relief

“They also have approved your request to be transferred from my commanded, and have promoted you two to Commander and Captain respectfully, and are now in charge of the newly commissioned Saber Squadron, and I’ll have you know I fully expect you to screw this up Commander. Now get out of my sight”

John and Kira Quickly left the room. Kira Spoke first

“Well that could have gone worse, at least were now out-side his command, so do you know where this Saber Squadron is based?”

“No, but as long as it’s far from here I’m happy.”

comments would be welcome

Points Of Authority / 99 Problems / One Step Closer

in my ears, when I though of putting it to Star Wars.

http://www.lyricskeeper.com/jayz_linkin_park-lyrics/219569-points_of_authority_99_problems_one_step_closer-lyrics.htm

Maybe you should listen to the song while reading it.

If your havin smuggle problems i feel bad for you Han

I got 99 problems but a Hutt ain't one

Hit me

 

…

 

99 Problems but a Hutt ain't one

If your havin smuggle problems i feel bad for you Han

I got 99 problems but a Hutt ain't one

 

The year is 4 ABY and I fly real raw

In my rear view screen is the couruscant law

I got two choices yall pull over the Slave or

Bounce on the rancor put the pedal to the floor

Now i ain't tryin to see no hyperspace chase with Fett

Plus i got a few credits i can fight the case

So i...pull over to the side, they come aboard

And i heard „Boba, do you know why i'm stoppin you for?'

Cause i'm cool and i'm Fett and my hats real low

Do i look like a damn jedi sir, i don't know

Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?

'Well you was doin thousand five in a thousand four'

'Liscense and regestration and step away from the car’ (carabiner)

'Are you carryin a blaster on you i know alot of you are'

I ain't steppin out of [censored] all my papers legit

'Do you mind if i look round the hold a little bit?'

Well my cell compartment is locked so is the caboose in the back

And i know galactic rights so you gon' need a warrant for that

'Aren't you sharp as a  Drack’ are some type of jedi or something?'

'Or somebody important or somethin?'

Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know the force

Enough that you won't illegally touch my orse

'We’ll see how smart you are when the Vornskr come'

I got 99 problems but a Hutt ain't one

Hit me

 

99 Problems but a Hutt ain't one

If your havin smuggle problems i feel bad for you Han

I got 99 problems but a Hutt ain't one

 

…

Explanations:

Drack: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Drackmarian

orse: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=orse

car’: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/EE-3_carbine_rifle

http://www.mysmilie.de/generator/ablage/120/7.png

Well fellow PFFers would help create a story line for the modded units they add into the game but keeping it Star Warsy at the same time. Well you can add in units from another place but making sure it feel Star Warsy like it came through a black hole or had a time shift or something around like that.

Well if your confused all you have to do is enter in 1 land and one space unit and then we would try and make a movie of it online while we all try and make a plot to follow. Discussion would take place either here (PFF Hidden Door), MSN, Xfire or maybe on another board temporerly to avoid spoilers. So then we need at least 5 people to participate with their 2 units (one for land and one for space) and we follow what we agreed on for plot.

Ya in Bex's point of view it maybe a mod but a mini-mod for a video making purpose...if you don't want to do it multiplayer wise then i'll try and follow the plot you guys came up with and try to replicate it ingame. If you got a good computer which can produce high graphics then sure go for it.

Member list:

-> Ghostly

-> Star Wars Man

-> AT-AT

-> Mikan

-> Garbageben

-> swgbex

-> Swiss Knight

*NOTE*  The character Mikan Cyclone came first, I named my alias after him.  So me and him are different.  It's just like two people being named John Smith.

The First Dimensional War

Discalimer (for all books):  This story uses many, many different themes, characters, and stories from many different sources, including Halo, Star Wars, Star Trek, Sonic, the Illiad, and many more.  I do not own any of these things.

The main plot of this story is that a group of people, the Dimesional Association of  Free Alliances (DFA) , whose army is lead by a shape-shifter named Mikan Cyclone, are fighting a large group of sentient robots, who use organic technology, and think all organic life are machines to be subjugated by them.

Dramatis Personae (WIP)

DFA:

Mikan Cyclone (General, shape-shifter (Sangheili)*, de facto leader)

Cy Raran (Commander, albino Echidna, trigger happy psychopath)

Mikai Cyclone ( Commander, shape-shifter (human)*, sister of Mikan, Special Operations Commander)

Thore Yest (Lieutenant, Orc)

United Nations Space Command:

Spartan 117 “Master Chief” (Master Chief Petty Officer, General in DFA army, altered human)

Avery Johnson (Seargant, Squad leader in DFA, human)

Lord Hood (Admiral, human)

Cortana (Tactical Coordinator, A.I.)

Dr. Catherine Halsy (Doctor, human)

Jacob Keyes (Captain, human)

Miranda Keyes (Captain, daughter of Jacob Keyes, human)

Covenant:

Arbiter (Commander of the Elites, former Fleet Admiral, Sangheili)

Rtas “Half-Jaw” Vadumee (Spec-Op Commander, Sangheili)

High Prophets (Leaders of Covenant, Prophet species)

Tartarus ( Commander of the Brutes, Jiralhanae)

Yayap ( Commander of the Grunts, Unggoy)

Zuka ‘Zamamee (Sub-Commander of the Elites, Sangheili)

Nogada Tarse Taru, Forsa Tarse Fatu (Commanders of the Hunters, Lekgolo)

United Federation of Planets

Jean-Luc Picard (Fleet Admiral, human)

William Riker(First Officer, Enterprise.  Human)

Worf (Lieutenant Commander, Klingon)

Geordi LaForge (Lieutenant Commander, Human)

Beverly Crusher ( Doctor, human)

Data (Lieutenant Commander, Android)

Galactic Federation of Free Alliances

Gilead Palleon (Supreme Commander of all DFA Naval Forces, human)

Leia Organa Solo ( Jedi Knight, Human)

Cal Omas (Chief of State, human)

Luke Skywalker (Grand Master of the Jedi Order, human)

Jacen Solo (Jedi Knight, Human)

Tahiri Veila (Jedi Knight, Human)

Han Solo (Former General, human)

Arkenian Empire

Forastu (Leader of the Arkenian Military, Arkenian)

Fotare (Leader of the Arkenian Navy, Arkenian)

Foroar (Commander, Arkenian)

Fotory (Admiral, Arkenian)

Feutro ( Spec-Ops Commander, Arkenian)

Legion

Cheretor (Supreme Leader of the Legion, Legion)

Borg Collective

Borg Queen (Leader of the Borg Collective, Unknown)

Decepticons

Megatron (Supreme Leader of the Decepticons, Transformer, turns into rifle)

Starscream (Subordinate of Megatron, Transformer, turns into Jet)

(* For shapeshifters, the form they are in most of the time)

(Also, Naval means in terms of space)

Time: 8:27 A.M.

Year: 1 AG (After-Gordon)

Characters:

AX-157 (Company Leader) [Nickname: Boss]

BH-128 (Heavy Assault) [Nickname: Kicker]

JK-902 (Sniper) [Nickname: Hawkeye]

Setting: 2 Days Into Human Uprising

Status: Uprising 50% Contained

*Incoming Transmission*

Mission Assignment: Several Human Command Centers have been pinpointed for assault. Sectors A-D have been shelled and destroyed, however E appears to have survived. Clean-up is necessary.

Tactical Breakdown:

22 Total Targets

-12 Humans w/ SMGs

-8 Humans w/Assault Rifles

-2 Human Snipers

Fortifications:

2 Artillery Guns Facing North

Unknown Amount of AAAA

Location:

Mountain 1287-12

Mission: Critical.

Failure: unavailable.

*Transmission Ends*

-On-board Ariel Troop Carrier "Olympus"-

"Sir, we've gotten ourselves deep, haven't we?" yelled Kicker.

"No, we'll see worse in the coming days." Boss yelled back.

"30 SECONDS!!!" blared the Klaxon.

"Get ready to jump, boys. We have to neutralize those Artillery and AAAA before reinforcements can arrive. Stay close, and stay sharp" yelled Boss.

"Yes, sir" Kicker and Hawkeye said in unison.

The lumbering Troop Carrier slowly makes its way atop the mountain. However, anti-air prevents it from reaching the top.

"Sir, the AAAA is too much. We're going to have to get off a bit before the top." blared the Klaxon.

"Right. Get us there quickly, though. We need speed!" yelled Boss.

"Yes, sir!"

The transport flys to a flat location and drops the troops off. Just as it begins to take off, it's hit broadside by a flak round and explodes violently.

"Well, there goes our escape route. Let's head to the top." Boss said.

"Yes sir"

The three slowly make it to the top of the mountain. It's been strangely quite the whole way.

"Are we even on the right mountain?" said Kicker dryly.

"We'll be near the top soon enough." replied Boss.

The three make it near the top and set up a surveillance camp to watch for activity.

"Sir, I've got something." replied Hawkeye.

"Right. Human?"

"Yes, what else could it be."

"Keep an eye on it. See where it goes, and if it goes to another door shoot it."

"Yes sir."

However, the human does not go to another door. Instead, it goes to a strange-looking machine with a tarp over it.

"Sir, I've got activity." said Hawkeye.

"Right. What's it is?" said Boss

"The human appears to be...wait...he's uncovering the artillery, sir." replied Hawkeye.

"We move now. Shoot the human and keep us covered. We're going in." said Boss.

"Yes sir" replied Hawkeye.

Boss and Kicker begin moving toward the artillery, while Hawkeye silently shoots the human. However, anther human sees this and runs back into the shelter.

"Dammit!" yelled Hawkeye. "Boss, a human saw me take out the other human. Be prepared for resistance."

"Roger that."

Boss and Kicker move in with a few C-9 detonation charges.

"Plant that one near the tip of the barrel. I'll get the loading mechanism." said Boss.

"Yes, sir. Planting charges." replied Kicker.

The two commandos apply and prime the charges, and move away.

"Sir, my finger is on the button. Tell me when." said Kicker

"Wait....wait....NOW!" yelled Boss.

Kicker press the button, and a flash of light temporary blinds the two commandos.

"One down, one to go." said Kicker.

"Let's find that other artillery." replied Boss.

"Yes, sir."

"Sir, I've got several humans with SMGs heading toward your position. I can pick off a few but you've got some fighting ahead of you." said Hawkeye.

"Roger that, take out as many as you can." replied Boss.

"Yes, sir."

"Kicker, take cover behind that dirt mound. I'll try to lure them into your line of fire." said Boss.

"Yes sir, moving."

Kicker moves behind a small dirt mound, while Boss runs across the field to the other side, luring the humans into Kicker's LOF.

"Firing now."

Kicker lets off several bursts of Shotgun rounds, killing all but one human. That human begins to fire, but as he's about to pull the trigger the side of his head explodes, killing him.

"Got one!" said Hawkeye.

"Nice shot. keep an eye out for more humans." said Boss.

"Yes sir" replied Hawkeye.

Kicker and Boss begin searching for the second artillery piece. After 10 minutes, Kicker finds the second artillery.

"Sir, I've found it. Placing charges now." said Kicker.

"Roger that." replied Boss.

Kicker plants dual charges and hits teh button.

"Target eliminated." said Kicker.

"Roger that, regroup with me over by the human building." replied Boss.

"Yes sir."

Kicker and Boss regroup and head into the human base.

"Sir, I've got eight humans near the middle of the base on the heat detector." said Kicker.

"Roger, are they in any other places?" said Boss.

"No, sir." replied Kicker.

Boss and kicker slowly make their way to the center of the base, being careful to avoid being seen.

"Sir, they're in this next room. I think we can ambush the-"

Suddenly, a human jumps out of a locker and prepares to blast Boss. Kicker fires twice, and the human slumps to the ground.

"They know we are here. We need to get out of this base." said Boss.

"Yes sir" replied Kicker.

Boss and Kicker burst into running and make it out of the base as the humans close in.

"Hawkeye, we've got seven humans on our tail. Pick them off before they come into firing range"

"Yes sir."

Kicker and boss sprint near the edge of the mountain, but see a rocket bearing down on Hawkeye.

"Hawkeye, you've got a missile heading towards you. Pick it off before i-"

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!! Hawkeye is hit dead-on by the rocket and disintegrates instantly.

"HAWKEYE!!!! NOOO!" screams Boss.

"Sir, we've got to make it down the mountain." said Kicker.

"No, we make our stand here."

"Yes, sir."

Boss and Kicker head to a small group of bushes and crouch down.

"I've got four humans in my LOF. Firing now"

Kicker fires four rounds into the human mob. Three go down, but one manages to get off a shot. The shot hits Kicker in the head, and kills him.

"GOD DAMMIT! YOU STUPID HUMANS!!!!!" screams Boss, and charges into the group, firing wildly. He's hit multiple times, but kills off the rest of the humans before falling himself.

*Tactical Debriefing*

Target: Destroyed

Casualties: 3 Combine, 22 Human

Bombardment: Unnecessary

Status: Mission Completed

Notes: Combine team will need to be replaced. Mission was a success. Human command center destroyed.

*End Transmission*

Ive rewritten the prelude (chapter one in the first version) so if you have not read anything yet, skip the first post.  I decided to keep the rough draft up so people can see what changed and learn from my crappy mistakes...  Also i dont have much time to write this, so sorry if it is the sux...

ok so class was canceled today and i wrote this, its my first fanfic so be kind, im already in a bad mood with Texas bball losing today

oh this is very much a rough draft... haven't really read over it  enjoy

SW vs. ST: Incompertus Terra

Chapter One: Prelude to the Future

“Excellent, the fool is taking the bait.”  A faint smile edge across the man’s face, observing this Captain Raavin could not help being pleased in himself and his crew.  This was the first time that had seen a candid smile on the Grand Admiral’s face in his years of service, sure, there were past smiles, but they were all calculated.

“Yes Sir, it appears that Zaarin is preparing to abandon ship, Alpha one acknowledges that he was not present in the evacuating shuttles.” 

“Good have Alpha regroup with the strike force and continue the attack on the Glory.”

Turing to relay the order, Raavin was immediately interrupted by Thrawn.  “Wait, delay that, notify our forces to attempt to disable the Star Destroyer, we will need information in order to root out other traitors.” 

******

“Copy order, Alpha One out,” damn, thought Maarek Stele. “I always wanted to play a part in destroying something the size of an ISD.  Alpha Two, target nearest fighter and attack, looks like we have to finish up the dirty work while the gunboats get all the fun.”

“Copy that Alpha leader.”

The Tie Avenger continued onto its path locked on to one of the former Grand Admiral’s few remaining operational Defenders.  Maarek could almost feel the fear in the doomed pilot’s thoughts has he drove his Tie into the small space between the massive Star Destroyer and the attacking Strike Cruisers.  “Target locked, firing concussion missile.”  The missile rocketed out of the compact fighter almost instantly, weaving and turning as it homed onto the panicked fighter, vaporizing its shields and causing damage to the fighter’s weak fuselage.  “Target hit! Proceeding to fire cannons”

“Too late Maarek!” blasted Colt, Alpha Two’s pilot, as a debris cloud formed where the Defender once was.

“Damnit that was mine! Oh, and that’s Tan Stele to you!”  Maarek couldn’t help but smile at seeing his friend’s rapid improvement in the art of star fighting, but now was not the time to think of these thoughts in the corner of his brain he could feel a tingling, something was going to go wrong.  Could this be a message from the force, he thought, sure he was told by the priests of the Order that he was more then just a little force sensitive, hell, he was one of the Emperors leading operatives the Emperor’s Reach, but he never noticed anything strange about his abilities other than an uncanny reflexes and amazing luck.  Sure he played along and listened to the prophets aboard the Osprey, but he never thought he would be able to…

****** ISD Grey Wolf

“Sir, gunboats have arrived and are proceeding to disable the Glory, reporting little in the way of fighter resistance thanks to Alpha squad.”

“Good, captain, order the…”

“Sir, the Interdictor Corvus has just lost shields and more enemy reinforcements have arrived, im counting two Carrack-class light cruisers, one Victory, and a number of what appears to be non-imperial fighter craft and assault transports such as T-wings, R-41’s and Muurian transports” shouted an officer.

A slight ridge appeared on Thrawn’s brow, “Move the Grey Wolf protect her and move the Divine Wind to intercede those fighters. Have the Interdictor Twister as well as task force beta jump in behind their reinforcements as a precaution. It appears our good Admiral is throwing in all his reserve forces, good less to find later.”

While this interchange was going a man wearing a grey Moff uniform walked into the command deck, “This better work Thrawn, the Emperor would not be pleased to lose both the cloaking devise and Zaarin at once.” 

“You have doubts in my ability my good Moff Doss?”

“No, you must have me mistaken I would never doubt someone with your high esteem,” smiled the young Moff, “I was just attempting to remind you the importance of this mission.”  Moff Delose Doss was only recently transferred aboard the task force, being given the job by the Emperor himself to oversee any political problems that might arise with the locals during the extermination of the traitors in rim and wild space.  His real reason for being though was only known to a select few in the command staff; after Thrawn’s mission was complete he was to be the supreme governor of all regions pacified.  This bit of information though was obviously kept secrete in order not to offend the locals till Grand Admiral Demetrius Zaarin was eliminated. 

******

The space around the Imperial Star Destroyer mrk II Glory was alive with the glowing green beams of turbolaser fire and eerie blue light of ion cannons, its broad triangular shape showing the obvious signs of battle scaring.  The gunners aboard the glory were fighting for the more then their lives now seeing the blue ion bolts, knowing fully aware the amount of pain and torment that would surly befall them by the imperial interrogators if captured.

“Admiral, our reinforcements have arrived moving to attack the Corvus”

Zaarin could not help but smile, all is not lost he thought, “Good prepare the Vorknkx for an emergency evacuation.”

Outside the Star Destroyer the Strike Cruisers Daring and Ebolo where converging on the new arrivals, leaving the seemly doomed destroyer it the hands of the gunboats.  Targeting the frigate Victory, they released a barrage of Turbolaser fire causing catastrophic damage to its shields.  Moving in to help their wounded comrades, a pair of Carrack light cruisers moved in to position themselves between the attackers and the reeling Victory.  At the same time a squadron R-51’s of moved to outflank the incoming Interceptors to give a wide birth the T-wings to attack the gunboats with their enormous missile payload.

“Alpha Two this is Alpha One, watch out for those fraggin cannons and don’t get in the way of those Strike Cruisers, evasive maneuvers, we have to get out of here and protect the Corvus from those assault transports, leave the T-wings to the interceptors. Divert weapon’s power to engines and go max speed.”

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, buzzers and lights started to flash all throughout the cockpit. “Colt, I’ve got a missile locked on my (censored), going to try to evade it, cover me and see if you can get a shot on the damn thing!”

“Copy Mr. Tan Stele sire!”

“Tan is enough thank you very much!” smirked Maarek as he weaved his Avenger to the hard port.  Using all his combined knowledge and skill in the force to avoid the missile, Maarek gambled on his skill and diverted power from his shields in order to up his thrust. Suddenly an explosion rocked the small craft as a lucky shot from his wingman laid waste to the missile. 

“Nice shot Alpha Two, thanks a lot Colt” 

“Not a problem buddy, ok time to take out those transports im locking on to Omega Two, you take Four”

The pair of Avengers dodge in and out fire as they moved closer to their pray, the Muurian transports were large and heavy armored compared to any Tie, but hopelessly sluggish compared to the Avengers.  Explosions erupted above the necked hull of the Corvus as Alpha group managed to destroy or force into retreat about a third of the assault group in less then a minute.

*****Vorknkx

“Damnit” sneered Zaarin as he braced himself against the wall almost falling from a torpedo hit.  Hatred grew inside Zaarin, how the Emperor dared to send a blue skinned alien posing as a Grand Admiral of all things to defeat me, was it enough that the old man spent valuable resources and time devoted to the ways of old wizards?  Thrawn, he was trash! A nonhuman barely fit to wax his boot in the ideals of the New Order.  Oh the shame to be brought down by one of them, someone no better then the kriffing rebellion, no he thought this can not happen! “You must activate the cloaking device at once!”

“Admiral Zaarin” cried a young ensign over the com, “the device is very unstable, we don’t know the consequence of activating it while engaging the hyperdrive, much less on the edge of an interdiction field!”

“We have no choice! Start the initiation process immediately,” Zaarin gritted not attempting to hide his contempt at the ensign for stating the obvious. 

“Now cloaked sir, they appear to not be able to obtain a lock, but the power on the ship is finite it will no be able to hold it for much longer”

“Very well, prepare to engage the hyperdrive,” sighed Zaarin as he finally made his way to the bridge and his command chair.  The chair was located in the center of a fairly crammed bridge in the frontal portion of the ship, commonly referred to as the “hammer’s head”.

“Engaging hyperdrive”

Good, thought Zaarin. “Once again I have been able to evade Thrawn’s grasp,” he mumbled, “I knew I would be able to beat that…”  Then all went black on the Corellian Corvette Vorknkx.

****** ISD Grey Wolf

“Gunboat Tau Two reporting Glory disabled, and what appears to be the corvette Vorknkx leaving the hanger… Wait now it is gone, appears to have cloaked.  Sir, where the corvette should have been is now well I don’t know”

“What? Report commander!” cried captain Raavin, looking feverishly down at the lower control stations then immediately out the view port when he noticed frightened stares.  “What the frag is that!” Pointing at the large dark blue vortex located near where the Glory and half of his task force once was.

“Im not sure sir, sensors can’t make sense of any of the readings, all we know is that its expanding at an ever increasing rate and appears to be pulling everything in its void…” the obviously nervous commander replied.

“Contact the Interdictors have them drop their fields and prepare to go to enact emergency hyperdrive procedures!” interjected Thrawn in a cool commanding voice.

“Too late sir it’s…”  And suddenly the mighty Imperial Star Destroyer started to vibrate and buckle and it turned to and fro inside the vortex.

Revan and the Exile should be party members at some point in the game.

Canonically, Revan will be male and the Exile female.

voice for Revan should be the same as in KOTOR (If your character is male, he has a standard male voice for when he attempts tasks like slicing doors and planting mines. Sort of what JA did with Jaden's voice)

My idea (some specifics):

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Intro cutscene start

3 Sith Cruisers approach the planet Arborfrost. 2 of them split formation to secure other areas of the planet. One keeps its course straight ahead, deploying stih fighters and freighters. The fighters begin escorting the freighters to the planet’s surface.

(Screen wipe to Jedi Academy on the planet)

The camera rotates a few degrees around the academy. Trees resembling enormous white birches with Dark Brown Stripes can be seen in scattered clusters around the academy, and a large forest of the trees can be seen in the distance. The sounds of birds can be heard.

Camera fades out.

End intro cutscene

Load Academy map

You start out in a Jedi Academy. You are the 18 year old padawan of a left-handed Jedi weaponmaster/historian by the name of Vandros Artenon. Your quarters contain a workbench, a large window, a bed, and a Large locker (containing some credits, your lightsabre, 2 medpacs your padawan robes, a comlink, and perhaps some miniquest related items). You go through a quick beginner's tutorial. Instructions are given by Vandros via comlink. He tells you to meet him in a training room of the academy once you've learned all the functions of the game. You have a full map of the academy. On the way to meet Vandros, you have some mandatory discussions with other students. These discussions should serve to determine certain outcomes of historical events; there are no "wrong" answers to these questions, it'd be sort of like the Atton discussions from KOTOR II.

When you  reach the meeting, Vandros (who's in his early forties, with dark brown hair and brown eyes) is waiting for you with his sister, Valdras (a few years older than Vandros, same color hair and eyes), and her apprentice (opposite gender of yourself). The apprentice is the same age as your self give or take a few months. You are to have a practice duel with the apprentice. Halfway through the battle, your opponent manages to knock your sabre (the color of which is determined by your jedi class) out of your hand.

You now have two choices:

L. forfeit the duel.

D. get angry with your opponent and continue attacking, this time turning up the power of the lightsabre from practice mode to full power, which can kill an opponent.

If you choose L, you are praised by Vandros for not giving in to your anger. The other apprentice admires your self control. you both receive light side points (up from grey).

If you choose D, you wound the other apprentice, and Vandros and Valdras knock the two of you away from each other with force push. Your lightsabre is taken away by Vandros, who is disappointed with your actions. The other apprentice develops a grudge towards you. you both receive dark side points (down from grey).

Suddenly, the roof of the large, circular chamber collapses in a fiery explosion. the debris separates you and the apprentice from the others. Vandros reaches you via comlink and asks if you're allright. He tells you that you have to reach the Main docking bay, and escape using one of the academy's shuttles (the same type of shuttle seen on Telos in KOTOR II).

If you chose L, you have two choices:

L1. Help the other Apprentice escape to the Main Docking Bay.

D1. Tell the other Apprentice to find his/her own way out.

If you chose D, you have two choices:

L2. Help the wounded Apprentice escape to the Main Docking Bay.

D2. Tell the wounded Apprentice to find his/her own way out, leaving him/her to die with his/her injuries.

L1 and L2 grant lightside points to both you and the apprentice.

D1 and D2 grant Darkside points to both you and the apprentice.

You head for the Main Docking Bay to rondevouz with Valdras and Vandros.

start cutscene

A cutscene plays involving some dark Jedi leading Sith troopers into the academy through the breached wall of the training room. Commanding them is Darth Daevok, who is conveying orders from his master, the Sith Lord (a surviving member of the Sith species) who has orchestrated the Mandolorian Wars and the Jedi Civil War from behind the scenes. He and his apprentice have at last emerged from the shadows. The sith forces spread throughout the academy, killing countless padawans as they search for Valdras and Vandros.

end cutscene

You find a footlocker containing two training vibroswords, 1 computer spike, 1 security spike, 5 antidotes, and 5 medpacks. There is also a stealth belt (collecting the contents of the footlocker initiates the stealth tutorial). You encounter a computer terminal and a locked door. the appropriate tutorials are available on the terminal. You can either unlock the door via the terminal, or by using security on the door. when you reach the Main Docking Bay, you are met by a dark jedi apprentice armed with a standard red lightsabre with a squad of 4 sith troopers armed with various blasters. They are guarding the Main Docking Bay. The dark Jedi is pleased by the opportunity to fight you, as you are an apprentice; you will be much more of a challenge than the padawans he's already killed (If you chose L1 or L2, the other apprentice will assist you as a party member. If you chose D1 or D2, you will fight them alone, and there will be only two sith troopers accompanying the Dark Jedi).

start cutscene

Once you defeat the Dark Jedi, a squad of 6 HK-50 droids advance towards you. You are outnumbered, and Vandros and Valdras are nowhere in sight. You have no hope of defeating them. Suddenly, a very familiar freighter swoops down to the landing platform, it's laser turret blasting the squad of droids to scrap metal. The Ebon Hawk lands, dropping its boarding ramp.

end cutscene

Bao-Dur runs out to you and tells you to get onboard before more sith show up. You say something like "What about the other Jedi?"

His response will vary:

If you chose D1, Bao Dur wil tell you that your one of the only jedi left, and that they have the other survivor, Valdras' apprentice, whom they found at the secondary landing platform, on board. If you chose D2, he'll also say that she/he's receiving limited medical attention on board.

If you chose L1, he will tell you and Valdras' apprentice that you are the only surviving jedi in the temple. If you chose L2, he’ll also notice that Valdras’ apprentice is wounded, and tell him/her that the crew can supply him/her medical attention onboard.

Start cutscene

The Ebon Hawk lifts off from the landing pad and heads for open space. Smoke billows from the ruins of the jedi academy, and landed sith ships are visible.

(cut to The Sith Lord’s apprentice; who is still inside the academy)

A Dark Jedi urgently reports to The Sith Lord’s apprentice that a small freighter that was sighted entering the atmosphere during the battle is trying to leave the planet. A 7th HK-50 droid had arrived later than the other six, and had spotted you boarding the craft. After hearing this, the Sith Lord’s apprentice is furious. He force crushes the Dark Jedi, letting the corpse drop to the floor. He immediately orders the orbiting sith fleet to intercept the Ebon Hawk.

End cutscene

load Ebon Hawk map

start cutscene

(in space) The Ebon Hawk has just left the atmosphere. A sith Cruiser moves in to intercept the freighter, deploying its first wave of sith fighters. The fighters lock s-foils in attack positions and begin to tail the Ebon Hawk.

End cutscene

Bao-Dur tells the Exile (who is part of the crew) that they can’t jump to hyperspace because of the sith cruiser. The Exile decides to use the main turret to disable the Sith Cruiser’s scanners so that the Ebon Hawk can make her hyperspace jump. If they don’t, the sith willl be able to track the Ebon Hawk’s hyperspace coordinates to her destination.

Load “turret” map

Bao-Dur will fly the Ebon Hawk in a pattern around the cruiser. You are the Exile at the gun turret. Your job is to destroy the scanner system (which is located atop the Command Bridge) as well as any fighters that threaten the Ebon Hawk.

Once you complete this objective, the Ebon Hawk may enter hyperspace.

Start cutscene

The scanning center erupts into flame. The contents of the top bridge level are sucked into the vacuum of space. As the Ebon Hawk moves into position to make its hyperspace jump, sith fighters attempt to trail it. Just as the sith fighters are about to close in, the Ebon Hawk’s hyperdrive activates, en route to Ithor.

(Cut to the academy ruins landing platform)

Vandros and Valdras Artenon board their Republic starfighters and make their escape, leaving the atmosphere undetected. They plot courses for separate planets until they can safely contact the Republic.

(end of specific idea)

-create your own lightsabres (just like the last game, except that the parts are much easier to find. Each lightsabre you make should have a casing design that at least a little distinctive, rather than just a smooth cylinder. Just select a casing, which can be bought, found, or salvaged from defeated jedi or sith when constructing a lightsabre)

-Travel to planets such as Ithor, Sleheyron, Lok, Coruscant, Telos, Toydaria, Arborfrost and Onderon.

-will you and Valdras’ apprentice become friends and save the Republic, or become enemies and drive each other down the path of the dark side?

-Destroy the long awaited HK-50 droid factory.

-interact with old characters such as Bastila, Carth, Bao-Dur, HK-47, T3-M4, Revan, and the Exile, as well as new characters.

-meet new species like Bothans, Feeorians, Verpine, Barabels, Dugs, Gran, Mon Calamari, Chistori, Huk, Kaleesh, Kel Dor, Drall, and Chiss.

-Fight the Dark Lord of the Sith who has emerged from the shadows.

-Bring the Jedi Civil War to an end.

And More!

Well, what do you think?

(feedback greatly appreciated. please note that this is still in a WIP brainstorming format rather than a final story format)

Thrawn, you mentioned that the highlighted paragraph didn't make sense. I've made a couple edits and added a few details, but can you tell me what you found confusing about it specifically?

(The more feedback I get, the better this story will become. )

“Clang!â€

There is an undercover FBI agent who is protecting a terrorist(oddly enough). They want to prevent another Lee Harvey Oswald accident(as in, don't let the badperson get murdered). So they put him undercover as a criminal on death row. They go through a "trial", and he pleads innocent, but the jury finds him guilty. The evidence of his innocence is hidden at FBI headquarters when the time is right for him to leave his cover.

Well....then there is a terrorist attack that hits FBI HQ and blows the evidence to smithereenes. While the whole country is in panic, some terrorist try to sneek their buddy(the one mentioned above)out of prison. The agent stops them in an epic battle, but learns that he is screwed because the evidence for his innocence is gone. Well...he then some of the surviving FBI agents break him out(again in epic fashion)and they become fugitives. (Washington and FBI are messed up, so they can't pardon them)And these people have to stop terrorists from destroying a bunch of stuff, and prove their innocence, while running away from the authorities that they should be apart of.

Yeah...it's got some things that have to be worked out, but the basic idea is there. Good idea or bad idea?

Well the point is I want to create a ship that was in my sleep but more sleek and Star Warsy with 1 hanger for combat ships and the other for land military. Size of Corellian Corvette but very high tech and sleek. As sleek as those Naboo ships. Cant forget powerful since afterall it needs to stand up to combat

This is what I came up with.

http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y292/GhostlyPolovnik/concept.jpg