AI ship names.

[Jahled]

Avenger? Good god man, it's IMPERIAL, and beside the Executor, about the only Imperial ship named in the original triliogy! But heck, I didn't want to sound like I was being pompus....if your content to have fleets comprised of Ninjapower, Wicket, or Pizzahut; heck, it's your game, and subsequently your galaxy.... to enjoy as you like!

[Paul]

Last time I looked Evaders 99 had a site with a resource to look up names for both Imperial and rebel scum ship names. I can't remember the site address off hand but if you private messaged Evaders I'm sur he'd give it to you. It really worked great when I tried it out last time. - Grand Moff Conway

[Jahled]

Gentlemen, here's a useful link:

 

http://pub58.ezboard.com/fstarwarsshipsfrm2.showMessage?topicID=4.topic

 

this one's even better:

 

http://www.angelfire.com/rpg/starwarsroleplaying/impships.html

 

and this is the most complete i've seen:

 

http://www1.theforce.net/cuswe/

[the_mask]

Thanks for helping the dll editing team

 

I've had a name-gathering running and didn't think of the database

functions of the cuswe...

Now it's merely a sorting contest (The ISD file has 100k Ascii text...)

[Jahled]

Commander Jahled cleared his throat; 'Gentlemen, I would like to thank you for attending at such short notice, but as you may be aware the Emperor has asked us to address a serious problem with the Empire's capital-ships.' The commander lent forward and pressed something hidden from the view of the gathered fleet commanders. From the centre of the polished black surface of the round table a hologram of a Star Destroyer flickered to life; rotating slowly, and quite obscuring Captain Haj Legrande's attentive figure opposute the Commander.

 

'This is the Imperial Star Destroyer, KKT-6345-DLT, one month away from completion at the ship yards at Fondor.' Jahled smiled, 'awesome arn't they!' He got up and began to walk slowly around the assembled commanders. Suddenly he struck the table with his fist; 'God dam it gentlemen! The Emperor is fed up with us calling his battleships ' Ninjapower! Wicket! And The Pizzahut! We're Imperial Fleet Commanders, we're responsible for maintaining order in the galaxy! We're not exactly going to inspire fear in the hearts of the agents of chaos by commanding Star Destroyers called 'Ewok!'

 

...I think I made a point...somewhere....

[UntimelyDemise]

 

Quite so...

 

Scanners are detecting the approach of three Star Destroyers, the ISD Daisy, ISD Primrose, and Super Star Destroyer Paisley!!!

 

~~Untimely shudders~~

Edited January 14, 2003 by UntimelyDemise

[Jahled]

Damn it! All this scorn...everyone hates me...

[Jahled]

Commander Jahled lent forward and peered over the shoulder of the young ensign, puzzled at the information flickering on the console. 'What an earth is going on, why arn't they engaging?'

 

The young ensign had already gone through the data four times, unable to understand the stream of tactical data flushed across his monitor. He refocused on the reflection of his puzzled Commander. 'I simply don't know, sir, I was never trained for such an occurance!'

 

As Commander Jahled brooded silently in the forward pit, his number two, Haj Legrand came to a hault above him. His gruff voice resonated with decades of experiance and authority; 'Commander! Scanning teams have indicated strange activity on the forward rebel ships.'

 

Commander looked up, straightening his regal bearing. He flashed his eyes at his number-two. 'Go on Haj, we've fought so many battles together, I hadn't expected any new surpises from those rebel-scum.'

He began walking from the pit, passing his baffled officers. 'But I think I may have the answer! He smiled; 'Yes, I think our friends in Imperial Intelligence may have hit it squarely on the head this time.' He turned abruptly to an attentive officer, 'Relay a priority message to all commands, message to read as follows...'

 

The commander seemed startled as his orders were interupted by a young sensors officer, 'Sir! Sir! We've got recordings from the bridge of the rebel Mon Calamari Cruiser Independance!'

 

'Play it!' Commander Jahled shouted.

 

The Bridge of the Star Destroyer quietened. First crackles, than the audio recording murmered into life. The Imperial crew stood, or sat, stunned. It was nothing like they had ever expected to hear. Laughter. Uncontrollable delerious laughter. The rebels were crying with laughter!

 

The Commander turned to his number two and smiled. His bridge deafened by the sound of the Independance's bridge crew in uncontrollable laughter. 'Prepare to open all forward batteries on my countdown, Captain.' He added quietly, 'Isard's people really got it right this time, Haj, telling us to rename the Stormbringer the Snowdrop.

[UntimelyDemise]

 

You definitely have an active imagination, Jahled!

 

The mere sound of the name instills fear, doesn't it?

 

ISD Snowdrop

 

[the_mask]

Meanwhile on the bridge of the Independence:

 

-'Wait, wait, I've got another one : ISD Booyaka'

-'and get a load of this one : ISD II Respect'

-'oh and here comes a big one : SSD Fat Respect'

 

[Lord_La_forge]

Deja Vu. I remember, Anno Domini, when we used to play with Worms I. We gave such dumb names to some of our little fellows...

[Jahled]

Further Complexities...eeek!

 

Jahled gazed in silence from the forward view port on the deck of the Imperial Star Destroyer, Snowdrop; perplexed, and somehow uneasy at his latest battle orders. He gazed into the infinitude of space, seeking nothing with his eyes, and yet focusing on an unyielding stream of ripples amongst the tidal waves of eternity. He turned slowly to the ensign who emerged at his side with a polished silver tray that bore a single decanter of Balmorran seriously hard-core vintage whisky. He gave a halfhearted glance of acknowledgement and nodded at the ensign, who abruptly saluted and departed.

 

Staring without focus into the meadow of eternity, the Commander drank hard on the golden-veil of liquid, pausing to feel the flame erupt in his throat and stomach and observing the tranquility of its dissipation in the pursuing moments.

 

He found himself focusing on his reflection, and those of the attentive glances of his officers from their stations, eyeing his back nervously, as if expecting some sudden command.

 

Haj Legrand, the Commander’s number two, emerged as if a shadow at his side. He spoke softly; ‘The Stormtrooper amendments are in place, Sir.’ And withdrew from the Commander’s ear.

 

‘I’m a little uncertain about this, Haj, I’m not entirely certain this aspect of the new plan will work at ground level.’ The commander turned to his first-officer, to the extent Captain Legrand could smell the Bamorran Vintage on his breath. ‘How are the Stormtroopers taking this, Haj? What’s the morale from the ground?’

 

Haj was as laconic as ever, which always amused the Commander; ‘Obedient as ever! They’re bloody clones sir,’ he added with a grin.

 

‘Emm…’ The commander rubbed his cleanly shaved chin. ‘We’re sure the ISD renaming project was responsible for the rebel-fleet’s destruction over Danuta?’

 

Haj retorted immediately, typically speaking as gruff as a dune-sea sandstorm; ‘The scum are silenced…sir!’ He moved to a bridge consol, unseating a startled officer. A wry smile began to emerge on his face. ‘Commander!’ He growled, ‘The invasion force!’

 

Commander Jahled looked over the shoulder of his first officer and gazed at the images of the thousands of Stormtoopers in the Snowdrop’s main hanger, boarding assault transports and other assault craft.

 

‘They don’t mind the Tutus over their Armour?’ Jahled said softly.

[Paul]

Tutus indeed- even clones would refuse such an idiotic idea.-GM Conway

[Guest Pucho777]

http://www.starwarsutah.com/images/lightsaber-line1.gif

 

Hi Guys.

 

I've got a few names too:

 

1) Mask

2) Igor

3) Evaders

4) Stratus

5) Stormfront

6) Elegos

7) Pucho

8} Untimely

9) Tsunami

10) Vakundok

11) Elvis

 

Best for last!

 

12) Greg

 

Etc., etc., etc.

Edited July 12, 2003 by Pucho777

[UntimelyDemise]

Hey, this cookie-trooper ain't wearin' no tutu!

[Jahled]

I've just received a priority transmission from Coruscant. The Imperial emblem is to be replaced by a daisy.

[UntimelyDemise]

And Imperial Navy uniforms will now be issued in pink with yellow pinstripes. And instead of boots, all officers will be clad in stiletto heels and fishnet stockings!

[Jahled]

...you read my mind UntimelyDemise....There was an air of anticipation in the Snowdrop’s main hanger. Despite the new edicts being transmitted from Imperial Center, the Empire’s capacity for military splendor had not been diminished. Rank upon rank of Stormtroopers stood in faultless precision, their pink tutus in perfect alignment. Further along the hanger row upon row of black-clad Imperial gunners stood, and then the myriad officers who commanded the Snowdrop. Quartermasters still wandered up and down the perfect lines, occasionally ordering a crewmember to shuffle half a foot or raise a chin.

 

Commander Jahled stood with his senior officers at the back of the hall in dignified silence, calmly awaiting the arrival of the shuttle. It had been a while since he had had the knelt before a superior figure; so long had the current campaign against the insurgents in the Sluis sector been going on. He detected faint signs of nervousness in some of figures with him. The_Mask seemed particularly on edge as he gave his Commander a passing glance. ‘Don’t you ever take that thing off?’ Jahled whispered with a wry smile. Jahled sensed a smile from behind The-Mask’s mask. ‘I never asked if you’ve ever stood before Vader, Mask.’

 

‘Once on Coruscant, Sir. It was at an award ceremony for the commanders of the Corellian campaign. He didn’t say much though.’

 

‘I think it’s something to do with his throat, you’ve heard how he breaths.’ Whispered Captain ElvisMigel, stood the other side of Commander Jahled.

 

As the Imperial commanders chatted silently amongst them selves, a Lambada-class shuttle silently swung into view and neared the hanger. A shrill siren rang out.

 

‘…Yea, he just kind of sat there, it was really weird; I mean we’re all eating and drinking the Emperor’s health, and Vader’s just sitting there, sort of …just breathing!’

 

‘Mask! Our moment has arrived!’ Jahled added, as the shuttle descended into the hanger. It came to a halt and unleashed billowing gusts of steam, as if at a last drawing a lung of air. A technical crew approached and began their inspection of the shuttle. The commanders began to approach, passing their motionless officers and soldiers.

 

‘I won’t invite him to supper then!’ The_Mask whispered. The officers smiled as they stopped and lowered themselves onto one knee. ‘How the heck does he eat?’ He added.

 

‘Privately!’ Jahled chuckled.

 

There was a sudden hiss as the ramp began to lower. Fresh blasts of steam blasted out in thick curls of gaseous vapor. The Imperial commanders waited expectantly, their eyes beginning to water as they struggled to fight back laughter.

 

‘And with a straw!’ ElvisMigel whispered, the words trembling as he started biting his lip.

 

Then, the Dark Lord of the Sith strode fearlessly down the ramp, resonating with confidence, authority, and unbridled power.

Commander Jahled new something was not quite right when the Dark Lord’s boots came into view. He looked up in astonishment as Darth Vader came to a halt before him. Beside him The-Mask broke down uncontrollably, howling with laughter. ElvisMigel could contain himself no more; his sniggering melting into delirium. Jahled stood up slowly and stood to greet the Dark Lord. Beside him Haj Legrand stood open-mouthed, Jahled struggled to keep his composure.

 

‘It wasn’t my idea!’ Darth Vader boomed.

 

Jahled could feel his stomach tighten as a tear began to form in his eye. Darth Vader stood completely dressed in pink from head to toe.

[UntimelyDemise]

I just about passed out from laughing....

 

Everyone here at work thinks I've lost what little mind I had left.

 

[Jahled]

...next...the rebellion strikes back....

[Paul]

Jahled, you are not a serious Imperial, or you are insane! How can we be denizens of evil wearing girlie clothes? Really boy get back to the evil fold or I'll have to have you and your henchmen assasinated for the good of all things Imperial. - Grand Moff Conway

PS- The Noghris are ready

[Jahled]

...ah! But Paul, there might be more layers to this current Imperial initiative than meets the eye...do you really think we mere mortals on some outer-rim backwater system can truely comprehend the brilliance of Imperial Intelligence? I think you have gravely under estimated the current situation...

 

(closes pink briefcase with daisy emblem)

 

Anyway, tired of this stupidity have I become!

[Tristar]

oh..i just saw there is convertion with new ships and it is 4mb .. is there any chance for me to download it using mu interned download manager? imean it needs urls... otherwise it is 1 hours wiht ~2kb /sec

[the_mask]

Hmm, not really, sorry.

 

 

 

The story continues with a previously deleted scene, just before the Rebellion's revenge:

 

The dark lord continued on his way out of the hangar, while the officers gathered behind him and tried very hard not let their laughter break out again. Only some of them succeeded.

As Vader continued through the hangar doors, the last thing the troopers heard was that he said 'As if that would not be enough, they also renamed my flagship to ALIGINDAHOUSE...'. Then the dark lord's pink cape with the Imperial daisy vanished from their sight.

[Lord_La_forge]

The "Dark" Lord has left his officers alone, somewhere in the hangar bays.. Nobody was allowed to follow him to the place he was entering now. A large, sphere like machine was slowly opening itself.

The Dark Lord entered the sphere, and took place on the hitech chair in the middle.

"Good morning Lord Vader!" -sad the computer voice.

"How would you like it this time, sir?"

"Just as usuall, thank you." -answered the Dark Lord.

A robotic arm slowly closed to the Lords helmet, grabbed it gently and lifted it from his head.

The Dark Lords, recently added, long, blond hair suddenly became visible.

The computers servo motors beginned to work.. and combed the pretty Lords beutiful hair...