Stellar_Magic

Names... Galaxt of Conflict, Stars at War, Stellar Massacre...

Has anyone seen Darkie lately? I don't want Rapora Wars to turn into to Stellar Magic vs BadSamaritan, so Trej, please post, use whatever plan you were going to.

Instructor at the Bothan Martial Academy on Kothlis... The Bothan version of VMI/West Point.

Less then a Paragraph in Dark Tide 1: Onslaught. But it makes sense considering how little Kre'fey follows the orders from Borsk. It also fits with the last time Asyr is seen. Hence 2 + 2 = 4. She even says she wants to teach bothans not to be manipulated. It just all adds up.

Asyr Sei'lar helped teach the Bothan Admiral from the NJO series. You have to read between the lines, but it's something you can pick up if you read it close enough.

Obi-wan's hoem was perched high on a plateau overlooking the jundland wastes. Luke had been there but a few times, but the last time he'd found the place empty of anything that could have helped him to pull together the remnants of the Jedi. Now Luke thought his eyes were decieving him, the place seemed to come alive as he stepped into the door, the signs of destruction had disappeared and been replaced by what he'd remembered from his first visit. The damage and looting, the emptyness had been nothing but an illusion, created before Old Ben had left. Now it had been lifted. Young Ben, Luke's own son now sat where he'd sat listening to Obi-wan talk about the ways of the Jedi. R2 stood hsi dome whirring from side to side studying the room and gave an electronic moan of rememberence. Mara glanced aroudn the room fascinated, her trained eye studying the basic amenities, this had been the place Luke had first learned of his abilities, from the man who'd been his first master. With a slam the door of the hut slammed shut behind them, a gust of wind having pushed it in, as Luke felt his insides go cold. He remembered the feeling well, the sheer wrongness that seemed to dominate a place which had been overwhelmed by the dark side of the force. The other's felt it also as Ben suddenly began to glance around the room, his face contorted with fear. Then a whisper of movement betrayed their fear as a voice echoing across incalcuable distances filled the air, "Luke, you must unlearn what you have learned, open your mind to the totalitarity of the force." "Ben?" Luke turned to see the shimmering figure. Mara stepped to his side and touched him and then she to saw Obi-wan Kenobi sitting on the simple chair in the corner of the room. "Long ago I settled here to watch you grow. But the Jedi hunters were more active then you can imagine. I found myself forced to search for a refuge in the force, much as yoda had, and I found it beneath this house. A wellspring where the force itself has been contorted around the violence of an incident from long ago." "A place that felt like an emotional blood stain," Mara said coldly, feeling the cold fear, anger, and hatred which flowed from beneath the home. "I had little choice, if I hadn't I would have been found and exterminated, only now do I know what happened here," Obi-wan stood and walked across the chamber to the side of a wall, he bent down then stepped down through the floor and disappeared. Luke hurried tot he spot and felt around the stone floor till his hands came to rest on the edge of what must have been a long sealed chamber deep beneath inches of sand on the ground floor. The snap hiss of a lightsaber filled the room as Mara ignited her blade and bent down over the spot and nodded. She plunged down and sliced a round plug which fell after she finished the cut. With a resounding thud the stone hit the floor below it and broke. Luke bent down to look and saw the glittering image of Obi-wan below him. Artoo produced a glow rod from one of his compartments and Luke lit it, then dropped into the chamber below. Mara dropped down beside him as he slowly circled the room with the beam from the glow rod. The floor was a polished red marble, which was foreign to the world. It was arranged to form a giant circular compass rose around which a ring of black stone lay. The compass glittered from impressed gems and diamonds as the beam cast over it. The walls of the chamber were mostly intact and Luke could see old plastisteel beams placed to keep the room intact. Most of them seemed to have once been buried within columns which were worn away by the effect of time. Luke turned to Obi-wan, "What is this place?" "The Jedi Council never found out, there are thousands of chambers and ruins like this scattered around the galaxy. Every one seems to seethe of the dark side of the force. Many of which had signs of battles from times long gone." "As does this one," Mara said bending over the rusted remains of what must have been a steel suite of armor. Beside it was a spear with a styling that seemed somehow familiar. The armor's center looked melted from blast that had penetrated the armor. Beside the suit was a helmet shapped for a head that couldn't have been humanoid. Mara picked it up and rolled it over in her hands, "Why aren't there any bodies?" Obi-wan smiled slightly, "The chamber is to old, over eight hundred thousand years old." He glanced at the end of the chamber, "Remember Luke, do not underestimate the powers of the emperor." Luke turned and felt himself step back in horror. There in the center was a statue twenty meters tall with a face he wished he'd never recognized. Cloathed in a dark cloak the figure of the emperor sat in a simple throne. His eyes were made from a pair of gold orbs that seemed to stare back at anyone who looked upon them. Luke turned back to Obi-wan his mouth agape and saw nothing but the dust drifting down from the ceiling. Slowly Luke and Mara both felt a chill run down their spines as he slowly turned to face the statue. Above one of the uplifted hands of the statue a galaxy slowly spun, its appearnce terrifyingly familiar. The image was identical to one they'd seen before. Luke felt his breath leave him as Mara spoke quietly, "Those that are ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it." * * * Ben glanced down the small hole Mara and Luke had gone down his eyes searching the darkness to catch a glimpse of his parents. Suddenly a strong tatooed arm closed around his neck as a hand slapped over his mouth. Within seconds, starved of oxygen, Ben slumped forward like the powered down droid behind him. Shren nodded as Darth Malice lifted the boy and tossed him over his shoulder. She spoke in her mouthpiece, "Mission Accomplished," when every shutter and door of the hovel slammed shut except for one. There standing in the backlight of the tatooine desert, a man glared angrily at the two of them. His voice spoke with harsh unrestrained power, "I warned you..." His vocie disappeared behind the hum of his violet blade.

I made it up... Well, considering some of the near bible like stuff that perpetrates star wars, it shouldn't be that surprising, its based on myth, throughout. Anakin truly is a reincarnation, but he also has more control of himself now.

Cause Rapora Wars was based on a possible plot I had for Episodes 7-9. It also pulls together all the fragments Lucas left in Episode I with the talks of a prophecy, and how such a powerful sith lord could appear out of nowhere. Links the the story to the era of KOTOR and to the mithical Infinite Empire. Gives Palpatine a motive other then just power, a goal of not establishing a Galactic Empire, but restablishing one from millenia before. Wraps up the "Anonymous Enemy" the Chiss, General Fel, and Admiral Parck always speak of. And as you will see, gives a war which has the depth in the characters which Lucas always seems to lack, along with a complete explanation of the prophecy itself. "One born from the force itself will face the darkness of everlasting chaos and join, then defy them. He, dying and returning will repeal the conflict within the force, and establish a balance that will be continue forever, breaking the viscious cycle of death for all."

Thrawn isn't human, which is what this guy is. I can say that Thrawn will come back to play a part in the story though.

Jaina slid into the cargo compartment of the Chiss Transport as the engines of the vessel thrummed to life. The Admiral was hunched over the controls, his gaze fixed at the sensor display, "We'll never make it out without an escort." Jagged nodded from the copilot seat as Jaina slipped through the cramped group of chiss to the front. Jagged glanced back at the display as the ship rose out of its concealed hanger and into the air. Beyond the skyline of Csilla was thick with flames and smoke as missile after missile, plasma blast after plasma blast, arched down from the orbiting ships and into the city. Jagged starred for a moment at the devestation before speaking, "Emperor's black bones, they want to lift all evidence you existed fromt hsi world." "No kidding," Jaina answered, she glanced at the navigation displays, "Has the Number four dpilomacy hanger been hit yet?" The Admiral twisted to her, "It's still secure, you're not thinking of grabbing your fighters are you?" "Admiral you said we needed an escort out anyway, it makes sense," Jagged answered before Jaina could. Slowly the Admiral grimaced as he swung the vessel around onto the new heading, "I hope you're right." * * * On board the Raporan flagship Cycle of Death the Timeless One watched the battle, his mind sending out commands to his forces without bothering to use the subspace communications. Smiling he turned to gaze out the circular viewport at the battle beyond. Csilla was in flames, its skies filled with the dark stain of smoke from a broke city. Above it a legion of thousands of Raporan Mines had settled into position, their cloaking shields engaged. Then the Imperial Fleet stood between the mines and the Raporan Task Force. To the side, along the rim of the planet's horizon, the Raporan Task Force under Darth Fury sped to the engagement. The Timeless One shook his head, "Inform Darth Fury to break off the chase." He smiled as the warning light signaling the activation of a gravity well projection lit up, "And activate all mines." Beyond the Imperial Fleet the Raporan Mines spun to their targets, their weapons fully charged. From the perspective of the Imperial Fleet it looked as though a brillinat orange ring had been strung around the globe as they fired. The solid wave of energy hurtled toward the Imperial ships. With that the Raporan Fleet suddenly charged toward the GFFA forces, heading away from the Imperial Fleet. With that done the Timeless One leaned back and reached out with the force, touching a familiar mind he greedily smiled. He tightened his mental grip beckoning it to open to him. * * * Mara felt herself shiver beneath her cloak as she strolled the streets of Mos Eisley despite the heat. The words he'd spoken echoed through her mind, "What do you want with him Jade?" A second voice spoke back in her mind, calm and serene, I've never wanted anything from Luke... or have I? She stopped in the middle of the street her thoughts whirling, I wanted to kill him once, then I wanted respect, but now... She shook her head, now Luke was as much of her life as possible. They were the same being, as close as she'd thought possible. He could feel what he felt, see what he saw, and think like he thought. Again she stopped trying to think, I once could do that with another couldn't I, but he's dead, and now long afterward I'm glad he is. Could Luke be manipulating her? That thought elicted a slight smile on her face, sure he could convince her to do something, but she had to really want to do it, for reasons other then his asking. No he wasn't manipulating her. But someone else was trying to now, she could feel the gentle pressure on her mind, the beaconing to open herself to them. It also felt coldly familiar. Then she felt a searing hot pain slice through her skull. Suddenly she felt herself dropping to her knees. A voice spasmed through her, a command from another age, "You will..." She tried to close her mind once more, but the pain bent her will, deadening her concentration and keeping her vulnerable. She slowly felt her lightsaber roll in her hand. Slowly she lifted it to point toward her skull, now she wouldn't let him... Never again. Then suddenly she felt a calm peace wash over her as though a mental blanket had been wrapped around her. She felt a hand on her shoulder as another pulled her lightsaber from her hand. Slowly she turned to look and saw a face which seemed nearly familiar. Looking up into the man's eyes she felt an age, like the memories of times long forgotten lay beneath the still youthful face and features. Slowly the man spoke, "You've changed much since the last we spoke, of course so have I." He pulled her tired form to her feet, "Resisting him like that must have been difficult." She turned to look up at him, "You surprise me Jade, you're quite the loyal wife." Mara looked up at the man, "Have we met?" "Yes and no, tell Luke that Kenobi's place is still standing, he might be interested in what remains there." And with those words he was gone. * * * Shren knelt down behind the arched doorway of the spaceport entrance, "I'm in position, do you see anything?" "Quiet, Jade's coming your way," Darth Malice answered with a hiss. Shren turned to peek around the corner of the building, as Mara stepped into view. She kept walking, her eyes downcast. Shren frowned, the enemy looked worried, could they have been detected? After what must of been an hour Shren watched in surprise as the entire Skywalker clan shot by her on a speeder bike she stood and turned to watch them go as a man weaing a rich brown cloak stepped into her path. He stopped and Shren could see that the cloak was clasped at the front with a mandalorian symbol. Beneath the cloak a lightsaber hung along with a blaster carbine. Shren looked up into the black faceplate of the Mandalorian and felt her guts go cold, she reached for her lightsaber but found her hand engulfed by the mandalorian's, "If you knew what was smart lady you'd leave the Skywalkers alone. A long way from home aren't you Chiss?" There was a snap hiss from behind the man and Darth Malice spun his lightsaber threatening, "If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't have become involved." OOC: Take it away Bad Samaritan

Their Master is the "Timeless One", though Shren has an independent streak a mile wide... Here's a clue as to how close you were with the Anakin guess. If you changed one word, you'd be right. Or if you want a really big clue... "I will conquer death!" (Who said this?)

Lets see... Trej's first guess... Nope. Trej's second guess... Yes, but this guy isn't one of them. Trej's third guess... Close, very close, but not quite on target. Then he guessed... I hate Palpy clones...thats why the Timeless One isn't a clone (Resurrected). So I must say no, wrong. Finally... I wish...

Okay, subject moved...who is the mysterious cloaked figure on Tatooine. What you know: Wears a brown and red cloak. Has a purple lightsaber. Knows both several of the main characters somehow. Is suspiscious of Mara. Okay, guess away.

OOC: Palpy is the timeless one...but I'm talking about the guy on tatooine.

Strange? Could you please be more specific? Actually I've had some other students read it, and a rather unusual thing popped up. I'm not sure why exactly, but most of the Female readers absolutely adore the character of Mara Nellprin and how she acts...specifically with James. This is partly a spin off of my own philosophy on what a perfect relationship would be...for one thing Mara and James have skills and interests that overlap, they know each others strengths and weaknesses and from that comes their ability to overcome the obsticals I drop in front fo them. They were best friends before The Merlin Academy and only became boyfriend and girlfriend after they'd been reunited. People of the male gender tend to like the combat sequences and the competitive parts of the book. They like the dogfights, gun battles, and sword fighting. (I forgot just how much I gave you Cain, what was the last thing that happened in it?) One of the things I'm changing a lot in final polish is just how James fares in each of these. Towards the start of the book, James seems to have combat abilities he hasn't trained for, this is being corrected. Strange? Perhaps the relationships seem strange because of the complexity of the characters. I tried to keep some of the characters less predictable then others, especially Mara. Their characters are more complex then what you'll find in most other books. For example the character (You might not have read this far) Marco Remus, who constantly competited against James helps to try and rescue him. He's got two motive, and each one is relatively subtle. 1. Marco feels he owes James after the incident in the Laser Craft competition. 2. Marco is going with Krista Chamberlain, partly to protect her, and to show her that he isn't the demonic type which he seems to be portrayed as early on. (In the sequeal Marco and Krista actually start dating. I'm also adding a couple seens to make it known that both are attracted to eachother.) If I went back and analized say Mara's actions, the motive become much more complex, instead of one or two, there may be seven or eight. Hence a complex and to most female readers, an extremely realistic protrayal of the character Mara Nellprin, the Tom Girl (Don't understand? It's US slang for a girl that acts like a boy.) I better stop here because I'm starting to sound like an english teacher.

OOC: Don't worry about it, this RPG seems plagued with lengthy posts. IC:Luke starred at the spot where Obi-Wan had stood, his shimmering form long since faded into the obscurity. Beside him Ben slowly stood his eyes worryingly focused on Luke, "Who was it dad? Who was that man?" Luke didn't answer for a moment as the wind tugged at the sand and his hair. He seemed entranced with the sight of the wind billowing sand across streets an awnings. But when he spoke, his voice was calm, almost philosophical, "You never really left you Obi-Wan, did you?" Two hundred meters away Mara slipped through the racks of protective clothing. She'd already settled with the dealer, but he'd made it clear that it would be some time for the ship to be functional once again, so they'd have to be ready for the long haul. She'd already tried to get a holocom line, but it was down throughout the sector. No one could get a message out, let alone contact the highest command levels of the GFFA. She payed the merchant at the counter after managing to barter the price for the clothes to a more reasonable level, still they needed a place to stay and a way to get there. Mara turned as she heard a rustle of movement behind her. The shop owner, a Twi'lek, froze as a man wearing dark brown robes with a crimson sash that slipped over the simple cloak. His face remained hidden behind the shroud of his hood as he scanned the clothing on its racks. The merchant ducked behind the counter as if in fear then slowly rose up to watch his new arrival. Mara stepped toward the doors when the figure turned to her, she could feel his gaze on her. A whisper of breath pierced the silence as the figure spoke, "What do you want with him Jade?" Mara spun and froze finding herself once again being the only patron of the shop. The merchant stood his mouth gapping open, his expression unreadable. Everything seemed as though no one had ever been there. * * * Shren lifted the Electrobinoculars to her eyes as the desert wind tugged at the hood of her cloak. Through them she watched the bustle of Mos Eisley, they constant shifting movement and near misses of a frontier world. Beside her Darth Malice did the same, his gaze sweeping the buildings, looking for any sight of their prey. Slowly he lowered the binocs, "They're there alright, I can sense them." "Yes," Shren agreed solemnly then she shrugged, "Though I'm not sure they'll remain there, Skywalker is from this planet, if anyone could give us a chase its him." "With the power of the force, he'll still be no match for us." "Don't be so sure," A calm, almost mocking voice answered from behind them. Both of them whirrled, their hands diving for their blades. Only as they lit them did they see a man standing before them, his hands interlaced over his waist. A croaked smile slowly seemed to appear on his lips, "You know why I'm here." Shren felt her legs begin to quiver with fear. Beside her Darth Malice snarled and twirled his doublebladed lightsaber through the air, "Is this courage or is this ignorance slipping from your tongue stranger? Few speak such words to a sith and survive." The man continued to smile, "The ignorance is yours." "You'll learn the language of the Sith," Darth Malice sliced forward with his lightsaber. Suddenly, a brilliant purple blade leapt from the man's intertwined fingers and blocked the blow. Holding the lightsaber in one hand the man reached up and held his hand above Darth Malice, "Fool, I am the sith!" A sound like thunder echoed across the platue as sand and dust enveloped it like a cloud. Darth Malice lay flat, his gaze fixed upon the sky. His lightsaber lay forty meters away where it had fallen. The figure stood there lime a somber sentry and glanced to the two of them, "Leave this world, do your masters bidding elsewhere, for this place is my charge and I'll let no one tamper with its tranquility, even you." Then as if he'd been enclosed by a cloaking shield, the figure disappeared into thin air. OOC: Has anyone guessed who this guy is yet? It's not that tough.

OOC: Just how many plots can I juggle? One? Two? How many more... IC:The Savla class cruiser dropped slowly to the desert floor with a soft clunk of metal on desert sand. Slowly the Raporan Helmsman turned and pulled his helmet from the console and donned it, "Ready Missstresss, Lord. Mos Eisley if two hundred klicks to our south, just a few minutes by landspeeder." "Good," Shren answered pulling a dull grey cloak over her form, slowly she pulled up the hood as she slipped her lightsaber into her pocket. Darth Malice looked with disdain at her lighter colored gear, "You think that a grey cloak will hide you that much from prying eyes, there are easier ways." Shren smiled in a manner which was plainly superior, "You'll be singing a different tune under that sun in the black." She turned to the squad of Raporan infantry inside the hold, "Form a defensive ring around the ship, if we need assistance or have finished our recon, we'll call you." The Raporan squad leader nodded, "We'll be waiting for you." Shren smiled at Darth Malice, "Brace yourself." Then she hit the ramp lowering button slowly the ramp descended to the desert floor. Then Darth Malice and Shren stepped out into the brilliant light of Tatooine's midday. As they stepped out into the desert a compact landspeeder dropped from it's storage compartment beside the ramp. Buckling in they rocketed off toward Mos Eisley. Unbeknownst to them, a figure in a brown and red robe stood on the platue above them, silently watching. * * * Luke manuever the ungainly Bad Samaritan to a hover, as it dropped to the ground one of the landing struts cracked, tilting the vessel precariously. Slowly, cautiously, the three Skywalkers clambered out of a dorsal hatch, behind them Burt settled into one of the few seats that remained comfortable with the tilt, and kicked back. As Luke marched across the hull he smiled, "Nice landing." "You're lucky we didn't crash twelve kilometers back," Mara scowled as she lifted Ben off the crashed vessel and onto the ground. She scanned around and smiled, "I'll talk to the dealer, you watch Ben." "Fine, I never liked dealing with Mos Eisley myself," Luke answered as Mara headed off. In boredom he leaned against the hull of the vessel and kicked a piece of granite across the bay. Ben knelt down and began drawing in the sand. As he sat there Luke leaned over to watch. Suddenly the images swirled and disolved as his son drew a cloaked figure. Immediately Luke found himself watching a battle, the roar of a pair of lightsabers flashing through space, green and blue, as they collided with a red blade. The crackling laughter of an older man echoed in the chamber as a tall greying man retreated from an onslaught of strikes set loose by one young man, his brown cloak and reddish brown hair glinting in the dim light. Lying on the floor of what had to be a hanger lay a Jedi, his legs slashed and his arms burned. The image whirrled to show a man on a dark throne, his greying hair and nearly yellow eyes visible below the cowl of his robe. Before him stood Darth Vader, a child in his arms as he knelt before the man. The child, a girl no older then a toddler grasped at the black armor in fear, her green eyes flicking from point to point looking for escape. Luke felt his heart jump as he knew who she was, his own wife, Mara. Another flash, another blur and Luke watched as a corvette exploded over Tatooine. Darth Vader's helmet reflecting in the glass of a viewport, beside him Leia, her arms clasped tightly behind her by a pair of stormtroopers. Luke saw himself fighting at Cloud City, loosing his hand, then he saw himself inthe Emperor's throne room, his lightsbaer flashing across space. His blade slicing vader's hand away. The emperor's words echoing in the space, "I have forseen it." Then he saw the Emperor plummeting down the shaft, and suddenly disappear midair in a burst of brilliant blue fire. His essence scattering across the galaxy to recolliase elsewhere. But not on Byss as he thought it would go, he travel further outward, passing the known regions and into the unknown, into a system with a single drab ringed planet. Travelling through the atmosphere and into the hightest pyramid of red brown stone before coming to solitary throne room, flanked by Raporan Guards. Slowly a figure rose from the throne and pulled back his cloak, revealing the redbrown hair and discoloration of the darkside. A smile tugged at the lips of the man as he sucked in the familiar greedy gasps of air, "All is going as I have forseen..." Suddenly Luke found himself sprawled on the ground beside Ben, his face scratching against the dustpan. As he looked up he thought for the moment he saw the glimmering figure of Obi-wan Kenobi. It was not a figment of his imagination, the old man bent, a smile playing on his lips as he looked to Ben Skywalker, "I've often wondered what it would have been like to have loved, to have been a father." Luke nodded as he scrambled to his feet, "Ben, you were a father for me when I needed one." The ghost, or spirit nodded, "Luke, listen to me. Everything is changing, can you feel it? The force grows more complex every day, concurrs and strengthens by the hour and darkness returns from its grave." Ben's cold stare chilled Luke to his soul, "You must cast aside everything you knew before, to unlearn what you have learned. For nothing I have taught you will prepare you for what is to come." * * * The GFFA fleet moved to engage the Rapora, suddenly a blast engulfed their formation from the Raporan battle sation, destroying a whole squadron of ships, and damaging many more. On the flagship Admiral Helos starred in absolute shock at the carnage of the attack, "All ships are to fall back below the world's horizon, we can't let that thing get any more shots!" One ofthe communications officers spun to the Admiral, "Sir, Ocean Blue, Tranquil, and Liberator report they're being overwhelmed by starfighters. They need immediate support." "Fall back to form a line just ten degrees before the Chiss Vector, that'll be our stop line." Admiral Helos turned to watch as one of his cruisers detonated under a withering assault from a legion of Raporan Pulse mines. He spun to the fighter coordinator, "Get Red and Gold Flight Groups to clear those mines. Green and Blue will engage enemy fighters. Have Black and Magma wings to attack that task force, engage targets of opportunity." "Yes sir!" * * * The command center rocked as a Plasma bomb ripped into the cityscape above it. Clearly frightened Jaina turned to both Jagged and the Admiral, "We've got to get out of here!" The Admiral nodded solemnly, "Prepare the post for destruction, all nonessential personnel are to head for tunnel C-eight. I'll take Colonel Fel and Jedi Solo to the tunnel C-nine, everyone else head for C-ten once the charges are set." He turned to Jaina, "Lets hope you are as good a pilots as I hope you are, or we're dead."

I command this forum to resurrect itself in the hope that Cain, having returned to us, will post here.

With college begining, I haven't had much time to work on it. I'll be working on it off and on, but I can't promise it'll be released soon. Some of the changes I made with the game have screwed up the old game, I'll probably have to restart.

Well if you did, a couple of the coming plot twists will be rather obvious. No I'm not bringing ST ships into the RPG, I had Rapora in the stories though. NOTE: Cain just resurrected the thread, begging for more stories...I don't have the time!

Just a question, how many of you guys have read the SW vs ST fanfiction forum?

OOC: You're not beaten yet darkie, Uh oh, here comes the Rapora superweapon... On another note, the CEDF doesn't use Clawcraft, only the Empire of the Hand does. Darth Fury stopped as a holographic transmission suddenly shimmered into existance. He turned then dropped to his knees in awe, "Timeless one." "Darth Fury, the GFFA and Imperial Remnant seem determined to remove us of our victory, this cannot be allowed, you will remain in command of the forces currently engaged. The entirety of the Fourth War Fleet is heading to your position, under my personal command. Including the Resurrector." Darth Fury looked up in shock and awe at the projection, "You think it wise to reveal the weapon already? It'll surely through fear into them, but also fuel their inspiration." "It is already done, see for yourself." Suddenly out the view port of the Rapora cruiser a huge portion of space seemed to wrinkle, then an enormous battle station snapped into focus, one which would seal the fate of the battle of Csilla. * * * Jaina starred in shock as the new contact appeared on the sensor board, an enormous new threat. Seeing it loosed a feeling of complete dread, what would this new contact mean, and just how deadly was it. Beside her Jagged took a deep breath, "Its as big as a death star." "Lets hope it isn't as powerful," Jaina answered slowly. But it was, from a point at the ships center it focused a solid beam of Plasma which ripped into the chiss formation, destroying three of the ships with one stroke. Above them Raporan fighters continued their runs on the planet, blasting civilian and military targets alike, their souls thirsty for blood. * * * Shren bent down beside the sensor moniter, Darth Malice silently watching beside her, "There they are. We'll follow them down and engage them once they land, I don't want to risk destroying the ship with the target onboard." Suddenly the vessel rocked and the Rapora helmsman spun in his seat, "Our sensors have been hit, some sort of plasma weapon!" Darth Malice stepped forward as the normal sensor readouts disappeared, "He hit the nose sensors alright, we'll have to pilot with the force alone." Slowly Shren turned, her voice cautious, "You don't think the rumors are true?" Darth Malice smiled cruelly, "Our sensors beg to differ, if there is a Jedi already down there, I do not sense him." Shren shook her head, "Somehow that doesn't ease me much at all." Darth Malice grinned at her, "Good." OOC: Behold the battle of Csilla, in Jpeg. I thought it would be easier to coordinate with a map...so I made one. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/StellarMagic01/Csilla1.jpg

Jaina Solo watched the displays as a squadron of Raporan fighters took out twelve chiss cruisers with a volley of plasma bombs, slowly she turned to the Admiral, "Admiral, where are your fighters, those Cruisers don't stand a chance without fighter support." "We don't have any to send, they struck upon our fighter bases from orbit, sixty percent of our fighters never left the ground. We tried to launch a counter attack on their cruisers but their anti-starfighter weaponary tore them apart. Our squadrons are now down to ten percent." Suddenly a Chiss turned from his display, "Sir new contacts bearing two four zero, mark twelve." The Chiss clasped his ear and stopped for a moment, "We've got a transmission from the new forces. Its Admiral Steren with the CEDF fourth fleet." Admiral Rensa bounced a fist off the railing fo the command center, "Get his fighters to cover our force, have them target the Rapora fighters." Jaina stretched out with the force and suddenly gasped, sensing the Rapora's plan. Jagged caught her as she nearly fainted from the shear power of their vengeful minds, "What is it?" "Admiral, they're plaing to split your forces." She gasped, "You've got to have your ships form an assault wall and retreat before the enemy. Let the fourth fleet attack their flank, and immolate them." The Chiss nodded, "Do as she says, Jeedai Solo, you have the thanks of the Chiss people for this." Jaina shook her head as she stood, "It won't be enough, the Rapora are just to powerful, you've got to continue to cover the evacuation." The Chiss stood, still struck dumb. Jagged turned to the Admiral, "For the sake of your people!" Slowly the Admiral nodded, "Alert Admiral Steren, we're evacuating Csilla. All civilian and political persons will continue to be evacuated to the redoubt. All military personnel, you're to try and keep the enemy off the evacuation transports as long as possible." At thousands of points across the capital thousands of Chiss fled to predesignated evacuation ships. Only a few had been airborne a moment before, but now from the Raporan sensor operators in space, Csilla's skies we're alite with a storm of targets in space. While the cities of the world burned bright from space.

A pair fo chiss slipped into Jaina and Jags quarters their red eyes flicking around the room int he darkness. Finally one of them spoke up, "Colonel Fel, Jedi Solo, come with me." Jaina slowly stepped out of the darkness as Jagged slipped in from behind the door. Slowly the aliens seemed to sigh with the reality of the conflict, "We need your help." They followed them down the hall and into a brightly lit room, with an enormous holographic display of the planet at its center. As they enetered several of the chiss turned from their work to look. After a moment one of them stepped to them as the other turned back to work, "I'm Admiral Gar'rensa'nuruodo." He gestured to the display, "As you can see the Rapora have taken control of the incoming vector, two seven zero, our forces ont he other side of the world are whipping around in top down orbits to engage them." "What about planetary shields?" Jaina asked looking at the bright red dots which represented the Rapora and Vagaari forces. The Admiral shook his head, "Their weapons shot clean through the shields destroying several of the generators and much of our surface defenses. We won't be able to hold for long." Jagged nodded slowly, "What reinforcements can you expect?" "They took down our comm array first thing, no one is coming," Admiral Rensa shook his head again, "I'v never before faced a foe such as this, an attack with such strength without warning. We're sending all our fighters up to fend off the Rapora fighters, I'm afraid I'm sending them to their graves." Jaina studied the images and displays then turned to the Admiral, "Listen to me, Csilla is lost, there is no way to get enough reinforcements to drive them off, and we don't know what else they could have lying in wait! Get as many of your people onto transports as you can and fly them off. Especially the members of the Ruling Family, they wanted to take you out with a single strike, deny them that." The Admiral stood and pulled himself together and gritted his teeth in rage, "Order the evacuation." * * * General Fel slid into a vacant console onboard the Imperius and tapped in an overide code. Slowly he typed in another code, an encryption one and activated the holocom. He waited, knowing that only he remained with such secret knowledge in the Empire of the Hand, only he knew who he was contacting, let alone who knew the man was alive. Slowly he leaned forward and spoke softly to the snow filled screen, "Pelleaon and the GFFA are sending a pair of fleets to Csilla, soon the galaxy will plung once again into war." The voice came back, full and commanding, "Good, inform the Admiral in charge of the force of the existance of Shren. He'll need such knowledge in the battle." Scoontir Fel nodded, "I know, the Skywalkers are currently missing, if they are lost..." "Then we must strive ahead in haste, we cannot allow the Rapora to gain the initiative, you've done well to send me this information old friend, now return to your duties and help this Admiral turn the tables on the enemy." * * * Above Csilla the Rapora began to loose mines fromt heir cruisers, hundreds of mines, each one creating a miniature gravity well, each one manuevering to an assigned section of space, waiting for their final orders. On one of the Raporan cruisers Shren stirred her gaze flicking to the battle waging outside as a projector behind her hummed to life. Instantly she knelt before the shimmering figure of a seat man hidden from all view in a dark black robe, "Timeless one." "How goes your assault my hand, have you driven fear into the hearts of our enemies?" "I have." Shren responded as a second figure stepped into the projection beside him, Darth Malice. "Good, Darth Malice will rendevous with the Savla class cruiser Cyclic of Reality. You will transfer your flag to the cruiser and journey to Tatooine. There, the Skywalkers will go, hoping to find shelter from the Rapora, bring the youngest to me." The Timeless One smiled, his middle aged features still clouded with an erie youthfulness. "What of the one who resides upon the world? The one legend speaks of?" A smile remained fixed to the Timeless One's face, "It will not matter. Even if you awaken him. I have forseen our victory Shren, and your installment as leader of the Ascendancy, you have my word." As the holographic image faded one fothe Rapora stepped beside her, its hands tightly gripping a report, "A Sekotan fighter has just entered the system on the opposite side of the planet." "Life signs?" "Our sensors detect one, but I sense no one." The Rapora replied with a hiss. Shren grimaced, "The Vong Jedi, very well." She sighed, "Alert the Cyclic of Reality that the flag will be transferred to her, and that overall command of the engagement will be given to Darth Fury, but only for the duration of the engagement." She turned and marched away from the bridge hoping that Darth Fury was up to it. OOC: Whew...oops, it means Trej gets to play two people in one engaement. The plot gets thicker.

Cal Omas rose from the table and glanced to where the projection of Grand Admiral Pelleaon and his fellow Imperials remained, "Admiral, it seems we have no choice, I'm sending out orders that as many ships as possible are to make their way to Csilla at all possible speed. What can you send?"