Stellar_Magic

The Qella? You know the ship Lando was chasing!

Commodore Athien felt her shoulders sag as she settled back in the dark lit cabin of her quarters. Her eyes slid shut and she slid onto her desk, burying her head in her arms, she wept. Through the force should could feel the despair of her fellows and the reverberations through it from all the deaths including the one which overshadowed them all. Athien didn't look up as the door to her quarters slid open and a man stepped in. He wore a simple white uniform, nearly identical to Thrawns except for its lack of decorations, and he was Commodore Athien's new superior. Slowly he turned and made sure the door was closed before he spoke, "Commodore, all the preperations have been made." He paused before stepping into the light illuminating his blue skin, "Commodore?" "Leave me Chorak, I have no taste for you being here," Athien whimpered from her desk. She looked up at him starring down at her, "I told you to leave..." "Commdore no one regrets..." Athien's lightsaber flashed into her hands as she stood, "I know what you are Chorak!" The violet blade hissed into existence, "I told you to get out!" Chorak had already begun to back to the door. There he stopped, "I may let you off the hook this time for threatening me Athien, you've been under stress, and I understand that." He smiled as he faced the door, "But if I hear that you've threatened a superior officer again, you'll be the first to see the Raporan homeworld as a private." "I'm not you subordinate, my Father's will broke me out of the normal chain of command Chorak." Athien smiled menacing at the new Supreme Leader of the United Defense Alliance, "As well as the whole of the nineth fleet." "We shall see Commodore, we shall see." Chorak answered as the door hissed shut behind him. * * * The hanger bay of the UDA starship Freedom of Thought was crowded. Packed from side to side with dignitaries and functionaries. All of them were focused on the simple steel torpedo casing at the center of the room. It had been filled with a chest of his personal possesions and a pair of lightsabers, their beams crossed to symbolize a death in combat. Over the casing the light blue flag of the UDA alliance was drapped. Han Solo felt himself nervously shift his foot from side to side as Commodore Athien took the podium that was present beside the capsule. To her left an honor guard of chiss stood at attention, to her right a squad of UDA troopers dressed in stormtrooper armor with pauldrons designating their unit and red stripes down the sides of their white armor much like the red stripes of the 181st's uniform. Her eyes, seemed dull and shallow as she glanced across the room to Admiral Oreton and the Mandalorian delegation, "Lacking the mortal remains of the man who brought us together we have gathered together treasures of his life, symbols of the being who he was to be left adrift in the depths of space to patrol and mark the peace he hoped to win forever." "For us here there is no such peace, much work lies ahead for us. Much blood has already been spilled and more has yet to be spilled before we can have that peace and safety which Mit'thrawn'uruodo strived to create through his life. It is left to us, the living, to finish that noble work." * * * Rimak Ardar paced his command cabin for a moment before stopping to listen to the hammering of mechanics in other compartments. The battle over Adumar had been short, and less decisive then it had been thought to be. Still, it had been a victory. Suddenly his holoprojector snapped on, "Rimak Ardar." The Timeless One stood before him and Rimak instinctively dropped to his knees, "Yes my master?" "You are needed to assist in the defense of Vagaari space, your commander will be Admiral Verator, report to me once you've arrived." * * * Commodore Athien smiled softly as she bit back tears, "My father respected everyone he dealt with, even those that were his mortal foes, and through time and peace he showed that even bitter enemies can become friends. Now that he is gone the fate of the galaxy rests in our hands, we can not fail." She sighed as a somber note rang through the chamber, "From the universe that bore him to the universe that carries him, he will not be gone so long as we remember him and what he fought for." Slowly behind her the capsule was lifted and tossed out into open space. * * * Deep in Imperial space a lonely shuttle dropped out of hyperspace. In the control cabin a woman thought dead came too and began to remember as much as her new masters wanted her to remember as the shuttle's distress beacon came to life. * * * Cal Omas sighed as the funeral came to an end. He bowed his head as his thoughts turned away from the remembrence and to the war, it was time to draw a line in the sand. The only Rapora in the room, General Veran, stepped beside Athien, "How are you holding up?" "I'll live," Athien replied quietly, "Any word from Hirotek?" "No word, and General Fel is planning to head back to Imperial space. Commodore, I'd like to join you on yor mission." He smiled coldly, "I believe my experties will be of more use there then back in our space." Veran sighed, "Especially with Chorak in command now. I doubt we'll be seen again in on the galactic disk." "I'd be honored to have you with us Veran," Athien answered glancing over to the new Supreme Commander of all UDA forces, "I hope you're wrong about him." "You know that many in the fleet..." "No Veran, I will not turn the UDA into a monarchy, this is the way it must be."

It seems the Terrorists have elected to begin a campaign against you brits. The idiots should have just hit us on the other side of the pond. Heck give Blair another term and the troops would have withdrawn from iraq anyway. Now they're going to be there as long as it takes I bet. I guess the terrorists just aren't patient or sane.

Those one aliens the from the Black Fleet Crisis!!! You're devious!

Star Trek vs. Star Wars: The White Admiral Part I The white dagger shape of the Imperial II Star Destroyer Chimeara slid through space, its hull glinting slightly in the shine of a distant star. Below the craft the green and blue globe of the world called Wayland rolled through space. Suddenly, between the world and the planet a metallic sphere shimmered into existence. With a flash a blaze of brilliant yellow light flashed from the sphere out into space, and in that instant the planet changed. An enormous plane of asteroids appeared from nowhere and the green and brown on half the planet was replaced by a glowing molten surface of magma. Geysers of molten rock shot up from the surface, arching to grab at the Star Destroyer high above. As the ship passed through the outer fringes of the asteroid field, it was rocked by dozens of tiny impacts. Captain Gilad Pelleaon winced as a sound akin to hail pounded across the hull. He stood on the metal catwalk overlooking the crew pits. His eyes were focused outside at the planet, with his jaw agape. He turned to the lieutenant in charge of sensors, “Are those asteroids a danger?” “No sir, we just passed through the outer edge of the ring sir.” “Lieutenant Acks, contact the Wayland base, find out what they’re situation is,” Pelleaon turned to the other crew pit, “Helm bring us into a higher orbit. I don’t want to go through that asteroid field again.” He felt a lump rise in his throat as the metallic sphere appeared again, just below the asteroid field, “Sensors focus on that object.” In the back of the bridge a pair of doors hissed open and a somber figure stepped into the room. The badge of a Grand Admiral rested on his chest, as the man’s red eyes flicked across the bridge. His blue skin marked him as an alien, but the crew had long ago dropped any belief in human superiority, he’d forced them to. When he spoke, his voice was soft and measured, “Captain Pelleaon, report.” “Something just happened, sir. I don’t know what yet,” Gilad’s mustache twitched as a shadowy grey figured slid into the bridge behind the Admiral. Pelleaon may have come to respect Grand Admiral Thrawn, but he had little use for the grey skinned bodyguard. The sensor officer glanced up at Pelleaon, “Sir, I’m not getting anything on the sphere. All our sensor readings are just bouncing off it.” The Admiral stepped beside the command chair at the bridge’s rear and tapped a button on its arm. Suddenly a holographic image of nearby space snapped into existence in front of the chair. He began to quietly study it. After a moment he glanced to the crew pit, “Lieutenant Acks, have you gotten in touch with Wayland?” “Just got it sir, they’re reporting massive damage to the complex. Lava flows are moving in on the compound.” “Order them to begin an evacuation, grab as many of the cloning cylinders as they can. Start downloading all the files from the complex’s computer into out own.” Thrawn turned to the repeater display, “After that Lieutenant Acks get on the holonet and initiate a fleet check in. I want to know if what we’re seeing is isolated.” The helm officer, Lieutenant Sarn, stood from behind his post, “Sir, it’s not just us. I just completed a star plot, everything’s out of alignment; everything.” “Thank you Lieutenant,” The Grand Admiral answered slowly. Captain Pelleaon turned to his superior, “Sir, can I speak with you in private?” “Certainly Captain,” Thrawn answered gesturing to the rear of the bridge. Captain Pelleaon followed him to the holographic chamber and waited. Thrawn turned toward him, “You’re expecting the holonet to be down.” “Yes sir,” Captain Pelleaon swallowed, “Without the holonet…” “We’ll be forced to rely on courier ships, I know Captain. Still, I believe that some of the holonet may have survived. We did after all,” Thrawn replied soothingly. Captain Pelleaon’s fists knotted at his hips, “Whatever this is that sphere caused it.” “Indeed, unfortunately none of us are scientists captain, perhaps some of those that were assigned to Wayland can assist us in finding out what it is going on.” Lieutenant Acks slipped into the room, “Admiral, Captain, most of the Holonet is down, but I did manage to contact Captain Dorja. He reports that his task force is intact and awaiting orders.” “Thank you Lieutenant,” Captain Pelleaon answered with a tight smile. Thrawn nodded slowly to himself, “Tell Dorja to launch recon ships and probes to all nearby systems. Have him launch a probe ship to contact the rest of the fleet and a second probe ship to check on Fondor and Bilbringi.” “Yes sir,” The Lieutenant answered before heading back to his post. “Sir, what about us,” Pelleaon asked quietly. “We’ll d much the same as him, launch probe ships and check out the nearby systems. I want to know how much damage this… event has done to our infrastructure. If the Rebels have suffered the same or worse then us, we may be able to us this to our advantage.” Thrawn headed back down to bridge to the crew pits, “Lieutenant Sarn, can we still plot safe jumps?” “Negative Admiral, I did a star position once we went through, the stars are close to where they should be but they don’t perfectly match. If we jump the chances of us hitting a gravity well must be considered,” The chief navigator replied. He sounded tired and worried as he should be. “Well then we must be careful, plot jumps to the six nearest systems as best as you can. You’ll need the star charts from those systems in order to compile the position of stars more precisely. We’ll launch six recon ships for that task.” “Thank you, sir.” * * * Captain Dorja clasped his hands behind his back as his ship slid through space. On either side of him crewmen worked swiftly. To Dorja it was the constant bustle of ship at work. Still his calculating mind was perplexed by recent events; there had been no holo communications, no calls for help, no updates from imperial intelligence, to him the silence of the galaxy around him was most unwelcome. At least Thrawn had given him orders. The reports from the recon ships had surprised him, many of the worlds they’d visited had been completely transformed, and others seemed untouched. Still more were completely silent on the communications systems but just as intact. Then there was the report from a system where the world was now nothing but a rapidly expanding cloud of debris. It would be a few days before the probe ships could reach the imperial shipyards at Fondor and Bilbringi. Days that filled him with worry, if they were gone the Empire was finished, done for. Even more frightening to Dorja however were reports of unknown vessels, potential enemies that had sprung up seemingly from nowhere. His thoughts were quickly interrupted. “Captain, I’m picking up distant contacts, closing fast,” The sensor operator said as a light flashed on his board. “Deploy the task force, defensive alert.” “Contacts resolving, unknown configuration, entering visual range,” The operator added. His voice slightly more excited then usual. Dorja let it go as he saw the first ship through the view ports. An enormous vessel that was over twice as large as his ship slowed and stop with speed he’d never seen before. It was an enormous cube that slowly spun through space, glancing to his side Dorja saw another ship just as large and then another. He starred for a moment before ordering, “Tactical analysis.” “I’m getting large energy reading and couple emplacements that might be weapon systems. A lot more energy then needed for those batteries they probably have some sort of other weapon system,” The sensor operator injected. “They’re hailing us, audio only.” The voice that came across the speakers seemed to be the synthetic merger of thousands of versions, “We are the Borg, lower your shields and surrender your ships, we will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own; your culture will learn to serve as us. Resistance is futile.” Dorja looked around at the crew members. Several had stood to get a look at the enormous ship that sat in front of them. There were whispers among them about their situation. Slowly he turned to the tactical officer, “Battle alert. Ready all weapons.” The ship suddenly lurched as a green beam engulfed it from the first Borg cube. ”We’re in some sort of tractor beam,” The tactical officer announced. Dorja keyed the intercom, “Pilots to your stations!” With a flip of a switch Dorja cut the comm. and turned to the weapons officer, “Target that beam and destroy it!” The deck began to dully thump as a turbolaser cluster fired. Its emerald beam sliced into the corner of the cube and the beam disappeared. ”Good shooting weapons,” Suddenly the beam restarted and Dorja looked on in disbelief. “Sir, they seem to have near instantaneous repair ability,” The sensor operator reported. The communications officer turned to Dorja, “Captain Arden of Serpent’s Hiss requests permission to engage.” Dorja nodded to the communications officer, “Inform the task force they’re free to engage.” He turned back toward the hovering cube, “Guns fire at will.” The Imperial II Star Destroyer Relentless fired its forward batteries delivering an enormous amount of fire upon the Cube. Green flashes from ignited atmosphere flashed across the hull. Pieces and debris began to separate from its outer hull. The Cube retaliated letting loose with all its weapons. The blaze of green bolts flashed between ships reflected against the grey hull of Imperial Star Destroyer Serpent’s Hiss as it glide between two of the cubes firings with all its weapons. The blaze of green flames emitted from the sides of both cubes. Suddenly a volley of bright green torpedoes launched from both cubes at once. A brilliant green beam locked onto the ship and began to push it forward. The Borg had figured that if they could force it to use only is stern weapons they’d have an advantage. Dorja turned to the communications officer, “All ships are to concentrate on freeing the Serpent’s Hiss.” Dorja watched as a lancer frigate sped in delivering a stream of green blasts that smashed into the beam system which quickly was blasted into molten metal. Dorja turned to the tactical control officer, “Launch all fighters!” * * * Flight Lieutenant John Lukas strapped into the small compact TIE cockpit and gazed out into the blink red hall that was the TIE launch system. Ahead he saw the blast doors slid open and the launch rack lower a fellow pilot into space. With a scream the ship sped out into space. Slowly John felt his ship move forward above the launch doors. With a clacking sound he felt the rack lower him into the fiery realm of space. With a thump he was free. He punched the throttle forward and looked up and gasped at what he saw. A trio of enormous cubes were trading blasts and firing beam shots at a pair of Imperial Star Destroyers. Slowly John keyed his comm to the squadron frequency, “Kilo squadron, you’re to conduct strafing runs on those vessels.” John nodded; he knew that those ships seemed to be a threat, the only threat. He twisted his TIE fighter onto an attack vector on one of the Cubes. Glancing to his sides he saw the rest of his squadron forming up for the run. Suddenly a blast shot into the middle of the formation, two TIEs exploded instantly. John felt an icy fist of fear grip his heart as he watched another series of beam blasts cut down two more fighters. He gritted his teeth as the targeting computer calculated showed that he was in range. Pulling his triggers he saw his blasts hit home against the ship’s hull. John pulled away from the cube as a series of green pulse blasts shot past his cockpit. * * * Dorja frowned at the confused space between the craft that were engaged. Suddenly a series of glistening green torpedoes shot toward a cruiser. Within seconds they hit the ships hull but nothing happened. Suddenly one of the comm officers looked up, “Captain we’ve just lost contact with the Carrack Cruiser Cruel Redoubt!” Dorja watched as the ship tumbled through space. What had just happened? * * * “TK-897 report,” The helmet spoke in his ear. The trooper could barely hear the call through the blaring of alarms and hiss of steam from several points. Suddenly the alarms cut off and the rumble of turbolaser fire cut off. The trooper picked himself off the deck and glanced at the battered turbolaser station he’d been guarding. Slowly Benjamin Hammer shook his head as he looked toward the hall, “I’m alright.” He glanced at the status readout for the Carrack and saw it suddenly shimmer and change to a seemingly random series of glyphs. There was a hiss and the trooper turned to see the green sparkling effect of Borg Transporters as three of the burly foes suddenly appeared before him. Benjamin lifted his blaster and fired catching the first Borg in its chest bringing it to the ground, “Intruder alert!” Ben caught a good look at the grayed skin and dark black armor and implants of the second Borg before he fired again. The blast burned away the Borg’s neck and dropped it to the ground. Ben fired on the final Borg and watched in horror as the bolt glanced off a shimmering shield that suddenly appeared and impacted a bulkhead. Benjamin had never seen a foe like this before and even with all his Stormtrooper training began to feel fear. He drew a vibroblade from its sheath and advanced on the Borg he struck forward and saw the Borg catch his armored wrist. Suddenly he felt a pair of pricks through the black material that guarded his neck. Ben collapsed to the floor and rolled over as he closed his eyes he heard a woman’s voice, “Come to perfection Eight of Twelve.” As he blacked out he felt his emotions, his pain, his name all fade away and were replaced with a strange sense of bliss, he would strive for perfection, as was the way and goal of all. * * * Dorja watched as his Communications officer turned to him, “Captain, we’re getting reports of internal weapons fire on the Cruel Redoubt. I’ve picked up a personal communiqué”, the Borg have boarder her using some sort of mater transporter. They’re being overwhelmed.” Dorja watched as a holding beam suddenly snapped onto the Carrack, suddenly the Borg and Carrack accelerated away. Within seconds they were out of sensor range. Dorja felt his chest instantly become pressured, "Report on the status of the first cube.” “We’ve managed to breach their hull, wait we’re getting secondary explosions, sorry sir the cube is still intact,” The Tactical officer couldn’t withhold his disappointment. * * * John smiled as he saw the cube light up from secondary explosions. Swiftly he turned his ship toward the enormous vessel and squeezed the firing studs on the control column. Green bolts lanced out at the cube and detonated against its hull. Suddenly to his horror he saw shields suddenly snap on. His last blasts bounced harmlessly off into space as he passed. He heard a bang and felt the ship shudder from the impact. The viewport was spinning and John glanced at the damage report, his weapons were out and his engines damaged. In the view port he saw the third Borg cube sitting lazily in space. He threw all his power to the engines and shot toward it. John braced himself for impact when suddenly he saw a holding beam snap onto his ship. Suddenly he saw a spherical cavern open up before his ship slowly he felt his ship being forced inside. There amongst dozens of box shaped fighters he knew it was over. A tingling sensation alerted him to another unsettling reality. His last thoughts as an individual were surprising, “I should have joined the rebels.” * * * Dorja watched as the third cube disengaged. It moved away then shot off into space at impossible speed. It remained visible until out of sensor range. He looked out at the remaining cube and felt fear. Suddenly he saw that his turbolaser blasts weren’t hitting the hull but glancing off. The rumble of explosions from impacts with the ship’s shields reached his ears. Dorja knew that it was his own fire being reflected back at him, he shuddered as he thought of what it meant, it only took the Borg minutes to come up with an effective counter for his weapons and implement it. These were a frightful new opponent they were facing. One that defied everything he thought was possible for technology.

Um, BS you've probably scene a mandalorian ship. You know the Pursuer Enforcement Ship that Boba Fett bought (Slave II), its a MandalMotors Design, which is a well known MANDALORIAN firm. I guess the Mandalorians weren't as hidden as we thought.

Well, for Sci-Fi Thrillers I'd go with Michael Crichton (sp?). For Military and Political Thrillers theres Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum. For straight Sci-Fi go with the classics, Asimov and Clarke.

Good to here our memebers escaped unscaved. It just goes to show just how dumb the terrorists are to think that hitting london will do anything but piss off the british people.

Well I posted that because you said New Republic, unfortunately at the end of the NJO the New Republic ceases to exist and is replaced by the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances as the most powerful goverment in the galaxy. Basically it gave the New Republic a Federalism and seperation of powers.

1st Combined United Defense Alliance Fleet, roughly a third of the entire UDA's effective strength was destroyed over Ord Mantell. Talk about knocking the UDA back into the outer rim to lick their wounds. The GFFA will feel very alone in the Stand Firm campaign I think.

Yeah well, having Palpy drop ontop of the center of the UDA formation with six Replicators makes it pretty short. One volley from each and you can kiss most of the fleet goodbye.

Well, you write about like I did a couple of years ago. Your primary problem seems to be overcompression. It's highly paced but lacks imagery and description. You tell instead of show. Another thing, and this goes for most everyone who's posted a fanfiction. When you right dialogue remember that whenever you change whose speaking thats its a new paragraph. Thats a convention in writting and helps to seperate characters and eliminate confusion over whats said. For example: Bad: TK-1138 glanced at his fellow squad mate, "Another drill?" TK-1965 nodded, "Yep, thats the third one this week." Six-five sighed, "What can we do? The commander wants us sharp." Good: TK-1138 glanced at his fellow squad mate, "Another drill?" TK-1965 nodded, "Yep, thats the third one this week." Six-five sighed stretching the ceramic plates across his chest, "What can we do? The commander wants us sharp." Doesn't the second one seem clearer and more descriptive then the first?

I'm amused, his intro smashes the entire chronology resulting from the New Jedi Order series. The writing however is hard to follow, mostly due to his lack of spacing between paragraphs.

Just using Google. With Winter, she's Leia's age (Maybe just a tad bit older) so I think it fits.

Well, we just have to do Thrawn's Funeral and the Introductory RPG is finished. What did you think of Kyp's death

Kyp stretched out to the power of the force as his lightsaber plunged into the fuel tank setting it ablaze. The gases soared over him as he projected a shield around him with the force. He could hear the whine of the engines as the Falcon was lifted up from ground gritted his teeth as the heat bleed through his shield. Then the bubble cracked and a brilliant blaze of golden fire washed over him, and threw him down. Then it was over, the fuel was expended as his eyes fluttered open. His left side was now a blackened mass of burned flesh. Half of his face was gone and the pain looked to be unendurable. Kyp didn't notice the pain as he stood and gripped the now scalding lightsaber blade as the dim flames from debris flickered around him. The only thing he felt was anger. The Rapora saw him, it backed away glancing through the flames it had only just escaped, and for the first time Kyp felt fear flowing from the creature. He felt the fear and he liked it. Kyp lifted his hands as the fire reflected in his pupils and a blaze of brilliant blue lightning shot across the room. The Rapora pitched back, its body smoking and rolled onto the ground, dead. The snap hiss of more blades behind him was nearly drowned out by the roar of the Falcon's engines. In the ventral turret Kyle felt his mouth drop in shock as he felt the wave of hatred and watched Kyp lift his hands and send a blaze of force lightning into his new foes. The three other Raporan Warriors were quick. Several of them leapt clear of attack and rolled snarling into kneeling positions on either side of the Jedi Master. Kyp spun lifting a wave of dust with the force and flinging it at one of them and turned to the other and thrust out his hand. A blast of brilliant crimson light shot from his hand blasted the Rapora back into the wall while the other stumbled temporarily blinded. That was when the third Rapora charged. Kyp was knocked down by the blow and found himself lying on his back with the Rapora ontop of him. It's claws flexing for the kill. Without thinking he swung and decapitated the enemy and stood. Then the blinded Rapora thrust with his blade. Han saw the expression of rage immediately disappear and was replaced with one of shock. Kyp slid forward, off the glowing lightsaber and fell to his kneels. Then, with a single swipe of his claws he severed Kyp's head. * * * Over Adumar, Garik Ioor knew that he could no longer play his part, more Raporan ships had arrived. Quietly he gave the order, "All forces commence withdraw." * * * Han felt his guts knot as Kyp's head fell to the ground, he was gone. In the cockpit Ulan's voice came through the comm, "By the force, he's gone!" Kyle's voice answered him, "Well, if we're not gone too his death will be for nothing." With those words in his mind Han pointed the Falcon to the sky and threw the drives to maximum burn. Within moments he was clear and outbound. Then he pulled the hyperspace lever and leapt toward the core and safety. * * * Thrawn watched as the few surviving transports from the ground force leapt from the ground and too safety. He'd done it. Now his mind turned to the now halted Raporan ring around his forces, and a single question echoed through his mind, "Why didn't they hit us harder?" "Sir?" The ship's captain asked. Then the truth hit him, "Recover all non hyperspace capable fighters and prepare an outborn course." The bleeping of an alarm suddenly echoed across the bridge and the human lieutenant manning the sensors turned to him, her face drained of all color, "Raporan Replicators decloaking..." "How many..." Before he could finish his sentence a bright white light blurred his vision and as fast as his mind was it couldn't comprehened the meaning of the light before being reduced to carbon. * * * Athien felt the gut wrentching scream of torment from her comrades and father as the elegant shape of his vessel bloated and exploded in a blaze of fire. She spun to her subordinates, "Emergency Jump courses! All ships, disengage and retreat any heading!" It was too late. Three fourths of the fleet disappeared in the blaze of fire before escaping to hyperspace. Even after they'd exited the system and linked up with Admiral Oreton the shock of the attack nailed her to her seat. She sat there for two hours, her eyes blank and cold as her mind replayed her father's death, over and over again. She'd lost him, and there was no cloning tank readying for his return. He was gone from them, forever.

Okay heres some more Cards Images I made... Boba Fett and Winter... http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/Winterv1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/BobaFettv1.jpg

Oh, well I just read one of their novels... The First Ammendment and I found that it was okay but not great. Sort of like the first couple Star Wars novels, disappointing. I also found out that they may open up for novel submissions later this year, and I think I might give it a go.

Finally someone else has dropped a Fanfic on the forum.

Feel free to critique what I post, I'm trying to get some feedback. First, here's a pair of images I've created for Admiral Daala. Tell me which one you like more. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/Option1.jpg http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/Option2.jpg

Come on Trej, sure Spielburg tends to have children in the picture, and your analogy to Jurassic Park seems to fit with the trailers... Unfortunately the film is far superior to most every straight science fiction (By straight I mean that Star Wars is not included. Star Wars is much more of a fantasy then Science Fiction.) This film, ten years from now, will be among the most watched science fiction films. Up there with Star Wars, The Day the Earth Stood Still, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and 2001: A Space Odyssey. It's frightening in ways that few movies are anymore. You literally get a sense the world is coming to an end. The actors really don't matter to you after the first couple minutes. You see the characters for who they are and don't even notice who's playing who. Trej, you've got to see it. You won't be disappointed, think back to the films Spielburg has done. This thing isn't ET, its like Saving Private Ryan an exceptional piece of film. If you wait Trej, you'll be sorry.

Galaxy at War is pretty good for a name... Here's some others that may work. Galactic Conflict Galaxy in Conflict Galaxy of Conflict Galactic Balance

You know, I read somewhere that the Empire used the color gold to identify friend from foe on sensors. Who knows what dot means what?

Okay we'll transferer him to the Breaking the Vagaari Campaign once the distraction over Adumar ceases.

Or better yet, those sentry guns from Jedi Outcast. Make it so that a squad could deploy them sort of like mines.