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Uhn, it's stored at geocities right now. Problem is: Where do I enter the address where it is found? And it's really not that imaginative. Something fitting, though.

Okay. I have a pic I want to use for an avatar. Now what do I do with it?

Ah, yes, that's the one. Anyone else has this and is able to scan it and post it here? (Thanks, Fett, let's see if we can get this more easily...)

I don't think it would be neccesary. Sure, it would be fun to ambush Coruscant with a few hundred ships and sit in an X-Wing and watch, but what is more important, and maybe even a bit realistic, is to make RII a good strategy game. You want to fly an X-Wing, play X-Wing. You want to be a Jedi Knight, play Jedi Knight. You want to lead the Rebellion, ...

There's no card with an actual picture of a T-65R. Also, I can't find a picture ANYwhere. I know there's at least one in a comic, I could use that one as a reference to photoshop-edit an X-wing, but I don't have the comic and I can't FIND THE PIC! Help?

But OF COURSE I stop at the best part. That's how you make readers want to read the next part EVEN MORE! But, there'll be more to come soon.

Yes, very good. Good job, Mad.

Has anyone ever thought of replacing the Longprobe Y-Wing with the T-65-R Reconaissance X-Wing? All it would take was some change of artwork. Should I do that?

Wow, you really got some serious thinking going there. Impressive.

Anyway, here's MORE! Sorr, I don't like yellow, but how's this? The Star Destroyer Inculator dropped out of hyperspace in the uninhabited Karathis system. The system's red sun gave the gigantic ship the look of a mile-long wedge of red-hot steel. A few seconds later five other ships of a totally different design appeared, taking position near the destroyer. The first and biggest one was the Enterprise-E, flagship of the Federation and most powerful ship in the fleet. Behind her were the Sutherland and the Michelson, Nebula-class vessels, their warp nacelles arranged below the saucer. To either side of the Enterprise two older Excelsior-class vessels arranged themselves, Waterloo and Lancaster. Finally, the Jupiter, an Akira-class warship took position above the slender Sovereign-class flagship. Captain Picard watched the small fleet on the display on his chair, then turned to his science officer, the android Data. "Mr. Data, have you found anything?" He said. The android nodded briefly. "I have an ion trail on scanners. Comparison with the database points to two romulan vessels crossing this system on impulse drives, then heading out on high warp speeds." - "Can you follow them?" Picard said. - "Yes, Sir. I can follow their trail... Course calculated. They appear to have flown to a nearby system." - "Plot a course, Warp Five, send the coordinates to the other ships." Ensign Kelley, a young woman sitting by a console next to Data's, spoke up. "Captain, the Imperials are hailing us. A direct link from their leader, Sir." - "Onscreen" the captain ordered. He stood up and straightened his uniform. On the main viewscreen the blue-headed Grand Admiral appeared. "Picard." He said. "I suspect you have found what you were looking for. You will wait at your current position until my fleet joins you." Picard looked at the alien, confused. "What is the meaning of this?" He asked, in his best diplomatic voice. "I thought you were not going to help us. However, this is not your concern. We have found the Romulans without you." Thrawn glared at the Starfleet captain. "You are going to help me, Picard. Your Romulans have undoubtedly allied themselves with the Rebels. We were trying to pinpoint the location of some of their leaders for some time now, and with your help, they will be brought to justice." Before Picard could answer, he added: "We have already shown great generosity by granting you passage through imperial space, captain. In return, we only wish to follow you. Those Rebels have killed the Emperor and scattered his fleet. They have used up immense resources in a destructive civil war that has raged for over ten years now. They have taken control of the imperial capital. Where they go, chaos erupts. They must be stopped. And I have the means to do that. All I need are those coordinates." - "I am sorry, Admiral, but I cannot take sides in a war raging millions of light-years away from the Federation." Picard shook his head. "I have to follow regulations." Thrawn's eyes lit up with anger, but he got himself under control quickly. "Very well, Captain. Our cooperation is ended. Good luck with your search." His image was replaced by empty starfield. Ahead, the Inculator turned away to exit the system the way she had come in. "Couse laid in, Captain" Data said. "Engage." Luke looked out the viewports of the Home One. He knew he was looking into the direction of a ship, he felt its weight, the crew aboard, the energy flowing through its power connections, but he couldn't see it. He knew that his eyes could decieve him, that only the Force provided perfect clarity in what was there and what was not, but the ship out there disturbed him. They came here, claimed they were from another galaxy, claimed to be our friends, but until now I have not even seen their ships. He shrugged and moved on through the corridor, entered a turbolift and set it to bring him to the conference room. He was supposed to meet the aliens there. He wondered, why the reception should not take place in the main hangar, as that was where they were sure to land. As he entered the room he saw Admiral Ackbar and some of his subordinates gathered in formal New Republic uniforms. He himself was clad in a simple black suit, wearing his lightsaber openly as a piece of silver to contrast his other clothes. He was greeted by the famous Admiral who then returned to some didcussion with his second officer. A communications officer stood in the middle of the room and announced: "We are now ready to welcome the Romulan emissaries. Luke looked around. No door opened. He felt a sudden surge of energy right in front of him and his hand touched the Lightsaber by reflex. A bright green light formed next to the communications officer and Ackbar, and two others next to it. They took human form, and when the light faded, the Jedi took a look at the three Romulans. They were roughly humanoid, but their eyebrows were angled so that they looked more menacing and stern, and their ears were long and pointy. The Romulans' skin was pale and their lips had a greenish color, so Luke suspected them to have green blood. The two males arranged themselves in a guarding position to either side of the female officer, whose look reminded him of the pictures he had seen of Ysanne Isard. The aliens' uniforms were shiny with wide shoulders, and to their side hung a green weapon. Luke reached out to the female, and immediately felt the mental block she built up, breaking his concentration. Obiously, those people had experience with telepathic beings, and had been trained to keep anyone out of their heads. Even him, he thought, surprised. For a moment, though, he felt some kind of unkindness, and he immediately doubted their motives. "New Republic representatives, I am Admiral Arai of the Romulan Star Empire" the Romulan leader said. "I am here to offer a cooperation between our forces and yours, of which we both could benefit." Ackbar, representing the Republic and the Senate, nodded, but before he could answer, alarms went off and through the intercom, a voice from the bridge sounded. "Proximity Alert. Multiple ships on attack vector detected. Alert. Command staff to the bridge."

Perhaps just all they could spare, or all that could reach the Sullust rendevouz point in time. They didn't know they ran into a trap, they probably expected, some five or six SDs, and the Home One and two or three of the smaller MonCal cruisers could have taken an SSD, but they didn't expect one to be there either. (Guess on strength of Home One based on assumption she was only slightly weaker than Mon Remonda). And they would have stayed clear of the firing range of the DS's Turbolasers, so that would not have been a problem. My question is: Why did they bring in their transport ships (and there were several Gallofree Yards Medium Transports in the fleet) ???

There were more Mon Cal than that. The Liberty and a wingless MC cruiser were blown up, So, with Ackbar still alive at the end of the battle it must have been at least three. Official numbers are around 6 I think. Still, ridiculous.

YES! They're here! My cards are h-- Wait. There's no Piggy. Did I forget to submit him? PIGGY! NOOOOOO!

Now, that you mention it... yes, they're gone.

I think it's a good idea, I'd like to see a fanfic forum around here. I'd continue my story there (once I have written more of it...). Doesn't have ANYTHING to do with Rebellion, but what the heck.

Playing games to come across ideas for stories - interesting.

When I feel the need to relax I take a pencil and a few sheet of paper and begin to draw a picture. Mostly character portraits of chars I invented myself. After as much as fifteen minutes all of my thoughts focus on just the picture, anything happening around me kind of fades out, stops being important. When I'm finished, I feel refreshed, calm, yet full of energy. It has helped me on the (thank God) few occasions when I was under extreme stress and the not so few ones when I felt depressed or generally ARRGH!!!.

Here it is, I don't know if I'm ever going to finish it, but at least it has a start. Light classical music filled the room. Six hundred years old, but still good, as the captain thought. He stood by the window, watching as stars, elongated by the distortion of spacetime that was the ship's faster-than-light sorce of propulsion, slowly moved towards him, and above and around him. Normally he would read a book on a long journey like this one, or try to get some sleep, but for some reason his only wish was to look outside, into the eternal black emptiness that had become his home long ago. On the records, this was just a routine scan of a new anomaly near the Romulan neutral zone, but he felt there was something more to it. He tried to sort out his thoughts, to find what was bothering him, but all he could do was stare into space, into his own weak reflection on the glass. A chirping sound pulled him from his thoughts, and he suddenly returned to the world he was normally in, a world of regulations and science, not one of vague uncertainties. "Captain? Sorry to wake you!" He tapped his communicator. "Picard here. I wasn't asleep, Number One. What is it?" He grabbed his black jacket, ready to go to the bridge if an emergency were at hand. Riker's voice came back. "Sir, the anomaly has just grown by 1200 percent, and Emissions are up at least that much. At it's current size, it reaces into the Neutral Zone. We're about to inform Starfleet Command." Picard pulled on his jacket. With the anomaly now partly in the Neutral Zone, the Romulans would almost certainly also send a ship there. While it was unlikely they would attack the Enterprise, he would have to be prepared for anything there - even a cooperation. "I will see to that myself" he said. "Picard out". With one more touch of his communicator, he ended the transmission. His strange feeling was getting stronger. He switched off the music and left for the bridge. The huge triangular spacecraft moved towards the anomaly that had been reported by merchant vessels a few days ago. In that time, she had crossed several star systems in Hyperspace and had dropped to normal space a mere ten milllion kilometers from it's outer region. The captain, a white-haired man in grey uniform who looked intimidating despite his age looked out the forward viewports of the bridge. The anomaly measured several parsecs in diameter and it was an intimidating sight, a cloud of violet and blue light slowly changing as though it was alive. "What are the readings on this thing?" He said and made sure 'thing' was pronounced so sharply as if he was not impressed by the object at all. A sensor officer answered. "The anomaly seems to be emitting some sort of hyperwave radiation. We don't see it on the electromagnetic scanners at all, but our hypercomm system detects it." The captain turned around to look at the officer. "How can I see it then?" The sensor officer shook his head. "I can't explain that, sir, but an explaination could be that the radiation has a different effect on us as it has on the scanners. Maybe we just think we see it." Confused, the captain turned back towards the viewport. "I want a better explaination than that or a distinct confimation. No speculations." "Yes, Sir." For a minute, noone spoke on the bridge, until the sensor officer spoke up again. "Sir, there is a contact right in the middle of the anomaly. No, make that two... Five contacts. Five ships directly ahead!" "Identification?" "Not possible, sir. Unknown hull configuration." 'Captain's Log, Stardate 52722.3. A group of five Federation starships have entered the anomaly by the Neutral Zone to investigate the disappearance of two romulan Warbirds who were sent out by the Romulan government. We seem to have traveled in both time and space and left the anomaly at a totally different point in the universe. We have made contact with a humanoid race, which seems to be in the middle of a civil war, and have accompanied one of their warships to their mobile base of operations.' "Who are they?" asked the imperial admiral, approaching his superior, who was sitting in his personal room, looking at holograms of the unknown intruders' ships. He recognized all five hull configurations, all of which seemed to use large disk-shaped sections of their ships for housing the crew and long drive modules which housed their engines. Scans of the ships had been very thorough, but the technology the strangers used had not yet been fully analyzed. The vessels contained impressive firepower for their size, but none of them was nearly as strong as an imperial Star Destroyer. The other one looked at him, his red eyes reflecting the holographic lights. The white Grand Admiral's uniform he wore looked bluish from the unusual lighting, and his naturally blue skin even more so. "They identified themselves as Federation vessels. Not any Federation we might know, though, since they said to be from another time, another galaxy." The Grand Admiral Thrawn stood and began walking around the pictures. "Do you believe this?" Admiral Pellaeon asked. "You heard the report about the anomaly. It is incomprehensible even to our best astrophysicists. Easy to believe in otherwise unbelievable stories facing something like this. Also, the strangers seemed to be very dedicaded to the truth. Their language, their posture suggested peace-loving and curious beings. I think they are scientists and they do want to find those missing ships." "Ah, yes." the admiral said. "Those... What was it? Romulans? Where are they? Are we going to help these... Federation... Visitors to find their friends?" "They are not their friends." Pellaeon didn't even bother guessing how Thrawn had come to that conclusion, who added: "We are not going to spend our resources trying to find someone not belonging to this galaxy. Also, the Federation has already refused to help us deal with the Rebels in return. They said they wouldn't interfere with our culture's internal matters. They may look for the missing ships, though. If my assumptions are correct, they will find something useful." "Yes, Sir." Pellaeon left the chamber once again puzzled by the Chiss' reactions. ATTENTION: SPOILER I intend to have the Romulans meet the Repuplic, and the Federation looking for them accompanied by the Empire. The Romulans change sides, though, and try to gain influence over the Empire as Thrawn's allies. The Feds, together with the Republic try to stop them, and bring them back to their universe, just to see there are a lot more than just two Romulan warships in the galaxy and they have observed the action there for a long time, remaining cloaked.

I'll keep out of this for now, since I'm going to write a short one myself - a serious one, to my surprise. (Now you've done it. You made me write.)

? ... Do you mean 'Wohl, wohl", as in "Jawohl"?

Wow. THAT's insane. I like it... in a strange mad way, of course.

Completely NUTS, please. I don't even care what happens in it, as long as not one single serious line is in it. At least that's how I write those things. Wait... I do write those things. I'll get to work on one. - insert mad laugh here -

Ketchup, please.

Aaaah, NOW I know what you mean.

Ah, gut, gut, I hav prolonged zis zread's life even more! Yes, my vork here is getan! Runs away laughing hysterically until he hits a wall. Stands up and runs away laughing hysterically, holding his nose