BadSamaritan

*pokes the RP with a stick* Is it dead?

My money would be on the empire. Granted, I do not doubt for one second that the Empire would have stomped the Vong at the Rim of the galaxy. They would have crushed them with overwhelming firepower and (Assuming Thrawn was in command) tactical brilliance. If the vong did get to Coruscant, you could expect hundreds of Star Destroters of all makes and sizes, thousands of supporst ships, perhaps a DS or two, and god knows whatever else the Empire would put there. Drop Thrawn in charge, and what do you get? Dead vong, thats what.

My religion isn't up there, so I can't vote. Pagan

Name: Rysch Altorik Race: Human History - Born on the planet of Corellia, Rysch looked to the stars for adventure, and the Empire as his ticket to the stars. But when he enetered the Acedemy, they disovered that his skills in starfighters was below average. But when it came to tactics, his skills were far above those of his peers. He gained entrance to Officers training, and quickly graduated near the top of his class. Soon, he found himself stationed abaord the Star Destroyer Obliterator, in charge of the vessels TIE squadrons. But he quickly grew bored with his new station, realising he was never going to see any part of the galaxy other than what he saw from the viewport of the bridge. When the Obliterator was attached to Admiral Krennels anti-rebel taskforce, he found his means for new adventure. In action against Rebel forces in orbit of Althos IX, he ordered the Star Destoryers squadrons through a series of manuevers that virtually garaunteed they destruction at the hands of the rebels. With its starfighter support gone, the Obliterator fell prey to the rebel Y-Wings and Frigates. Rysch escaped the vessels death throes in an escape pod, and upon his capture, quickly pledged his loyalty to the rebellion. In dire need of good officers, the rebellion accepted him, and Rysch found that the Rebelliion was much more adventurous then the Empire ever was. Descrition : Average height, with soft green eyes and light blonde hair. Stats: Leadership - 110 (30) Combat - 40 (20) Espionage - 30 (10) Force Rank - None Commands: Admiral - No General - Yes Commander - Yes

General Snub felt her lip tremble as she watched the quickly retreating GFFA forces. her plan had been good. But the Reporan technology had just been to much for their troops new eapons to take down. But at the same time, they had proven their use in combat. But now, more was needed. "Tell group one and four to open fire on the approaching flanks! Groups two and three are to hold their fire until they are almost on top of us!" the general yelled, and Bria looked ot the general as if she were mad. "On top of us? We will be dead long before groups tow and three can fire! Not to mantion they are just as likely to hit us!" she said, but eh general shook her head. "On the contrary, we will be fine. " she said, but Bria could tell that even the general was having her doubts. Then the bombardment began. As on Ord Mantell, GFFA artillery opened fire, obliterating the flanks of the approaching enemy. Without heavy artillery to return fire with, the Repora found themselves to be at a severe disadvantage now. Unless they got into the GFFA trenchworks. Then, the enemy artillery could not hit them. They doubled their charge. As bria watched this, she suddenly heard the sound of hovertanks moving forward. She looked over, and saw several of the new hovertanks line up. But intstead of the standard light turbolaser, these tanks had a dish in it's place. She wondered what they were for a moment, and then, as the Repora grew ever closer, they fired. Red energy beams lashed out, a constant sream of destruction. The small dish on each tanks slowly turned, and the beams arced across the fron of the enemy lines. Reporan droids were at first unnafected, but then the beams simply overhwlmed the sheilds, and the Reporan middle found itself being cut apart by the tanks. Still they charged on, knowing they could still take the trenches. General Snub saw this, and dropped her binoclars in fear. "Call for retreat! We are going to be overrun!" she yelled, and the call went out. Quickly, the remnants of the GFFA forces left the trenchwaorks, running quickly for their hidden transports. ***************************************** Several hundred Kilometers away, the Imperial ground forces waited. In their midst, General Grash fumed. The GFFA were under heavy assualt now. And here he sat, without a single repora n site of his guns. it was just his luck. "General, the GFFA forces are retreating to their transports. Their line shave been overrun." camm a call from one f his comm ifficer, and Grash bgan to let out a long string of words, that when combined, added up to a curse that would have had Darth Vader nodding in appreciation. "Alright, I guess we don;t get to fight. Order the evacuation. We con;t hold this world on our own." he said, and his troops looked around, wondering if thier ocmmander had lost his mind. "What are you waiting for! We leave now!" he bellowed, and suddenly, the entire imperial line began the painfull process of evacuation, all without having fired a single shot. ***************************************************** Supreme Admiral kre'Fey at in his office, looking over the latest reporst, when the alrarm at his door chimed. He placed the datacards down, and tapped the button to allow whoever had wrong the alarm to enter. When he finally glanced up, he saw someone he knew he should have Recognized. Somethign about him made his heart beat race to high levels. The look in the humans eye was not one of a predator, but of someone who knew he deserved a large amount of respect. "Welcome. it ashames me to say this, but I do not remember your name, although i have a feeling I know it well." kre'Fey said, and the man nodded as he sat. he was old, but his body was still strong enough to live on without the use of bactra treatments. His hair was thin, but still had traces of the black color it once was. The man looked Kre'fey directly in the eyes, and smiled. "Yes, Admiral, you should. Your Predecessor knew me well. He would have feared me, if we had ever came to blows. But thankfully for us both, I managed to retire before that happened." he said, and Kre'fey began searching his memory for someone, anyone, that the late Admiral Ackbar may have feared. The list was not a very long one, made even shorter by how few of them were still alive. But then, he had it. His eyes grew wide, and he found himself suddenly wondering if he should be thankfull this man was here, or arresting him on the spot. "I thought you had placed yourself under planetary arrest on Rathalay?" Kre'Fey asked, and the man smiled. "I did. it was part of my surrender agreement with the New Republic. A Agreement which is now null and void, since the Republic is gone, and Rathalay was ravaged by the Vong." he said, and Kre'Fey nodded. "I see your point. So what brings you to my office?" he asked, and the elderly man smiled. "I wish to return the navy, Admiral. I tried doing it once before, when the New Republic needed me the most. I do hope that your government does not make the same mistake. Many lives may be saved." he said, and Kre'Fey nodded, and thought about it for a long moment. "I will see what can be done. But it will not be a fast priocess, or a pretty one. Until then, consider my quarters here to be yours for the duration of your stay." he said, and the man nodded. "Thank you Admiral. And let me tell you, I was very impressed with your preformace against the Vong. Very impressed indeed. Granted, a few people could have done better, but they were all retired or dead." he said, and the man turned to walk out of the room. After he left, Kre'Fey leaned back in his chair, wondering if he had just been handed a blessing, or a curse.

Athien waited patiently on the bridge of her ship, wondering when Hirotek would return. She had arrived several hours ago, and had hung in orbit of Epsilon base since then. Her fleet was arrayed behind her, waiting with her. But in her mind, onmly a few thoughts floated. Thoughts of her fathers' death. Thoughts on how poorly Ord Mantell had turned out. Thoughts of Ilos. These thoughts intermingled themselves constatnly, switching from one to another with such ease that she wished she could just dismiss them all. "Commodore! We have GFFA warships dropping from hypserspace. IFF Transponders match them to the Admirals fleet." her sensor officer called out, and Athien lept to her feet. "Count them up. Are they all arriving?" she asked, wondering if he had suffered any losses on his mission yet. She waited queitly, and then smiled softly as her sensor officer looked back to her with a grin. "Yes Commodore, all vessels have been accounted for. And they appear to be dragging a trio of Vagaari Alaga class dreadnaughts." he said, and Athien smiled broadly. Perhaps his mission had gone much better than she had thought. "Admiral, we have communication from the Stormshore. It's the Admiral." her comm officer called out. She nodded to the officer, and a holo of Ilos appeared in front of her, a broad grin on is face. Standing next to him was a Vagaari that she did not recognize. "Commodore, let me introduce you to Gerin Valinar. He, and several ships under his command, have recently had a change of heart in their loyalties. " he said, and Athien smiled at him. "That's good to hear Ilos. We needed some good news." she said, her smile slowly faltering. Ilos saw this, and suddenyl had a dark feeling in his stomach. Even without the force, he could tell something had happened. Something terrible. "Athien, I will meet you in Epsilon command. We will talk there." he said, and Athien nodded. Slwoly, the holo faded, and Athien looked to Veran. "Let's get down there. The sooner he hears the news, the sooner he can begin to underastand out new situation." she said, and Veran nodded. Slowly, they turned and walked towards the aft of the bridge, and the turbolift that was located there.

With the resources it takes to build one, it's easier said than done.

Only twice have I ever built a death star. And after the second time, I remove them from every game I play just so no one is tempted with the thought of them. The first time, I built it for fun, and parked it in orbit of coruscant. I used it to blast Bulwarks out of the sky when they showed up. It was quite fun. Right up until it got blasted into scrap by commandoes. Not cool. All those resources used up, blasted away by something as cheap as that. The second time, I built one to use it to crack the Rebel hold on the core worlds. I had lost most of the core due to a long string of poorly fought battles (Grammel, Your fired!), and uprising missions (Solo, Your dead meat!) So I ended up building a death star to just destroy a few key core worlds out of frustration after I re-secured the rim anf the Corellian sector. Little did I know, the galaxy had little love for anyone who blows up Mon Calamari and Bothuwai in the same week. I ended up losing that game. I advice anyone who wants to build a deathstar tio head my words. Your resources are better spent on Vic Star II and TIE Defenders. The DS will cause you nothing but problems.

You seem to forget one major factor. Yoda was unwilling to give it give it his all for fear of death. Why? Because he knew for certain that he had to live to fight another day. Except for Obi-Wan and a few other Jedi that survived, there was no one to train future Jedi for the fight that Yoda had to have known would eventually come. If it hadn't been for order 66, and there were still Jedi everywhere, Yoda would have been more than willing to give it everything he had, and then some, knowing there would be others to carry on the fight. He would have simply overwhelmed Palpy with force powers to take him down, possibly even killing himself in the process. Kind of like a self destruct using the force.

OOC: General Fett, on station, in command, and outsmarting the Repora!! Good times fore all!! IC: "I still think this a foolish plan. Not to mention doomed to failure, Fett." General Niurk said, and Fett nodded. "Duelly noted General. But my plan will work. You will just have to trust me." he said, and he saw through his visor the other heave a mighty sigh. They both knew that plan was a far fetched one, at best. With so many unknown variables, no sane commander would have tried it. But so far, only insane tactics had worked in this war. Fett just hoped that this battle would not prove otherwise. "General Fett, we have received communications from Shadowblast, the enemy fleet has entered hyperspace. And the Convoy has remained on station." a comm officer called out, and Fett nodded. "I assume thier course is for Vortex?" Niurk asked, and the comm officer nodded. "Good. Everything is going as planned. They will arrive at Vortex in a few hours. A few hours to late, sadly." Fett said, sarcasm in his voice. He had ordered several groups of warships to cluster at Vortex, a chance grouping of a massive chunk of the fifth fleet. Far to many ships in one place for the Repora to give up a chance at striking. If the Vortex force was lost, the Fifth fleet was doomed. To bad for the Repora that the Vortex fleet would not be there. "Order the fleet to begin thier operations. If they encounter any problems, swtch to plan two." Nuirk ordered, and Fett sighed. Nuirk was having problems adjusting to being second in command. Something he would have to remedy. As they watched, the fleet began to move. Several groups broke off, preparing for short jumps to lightspeed of various lenghts.. Several other groups reformed, and headed out into space, to await the ambush that they would execute to hopefully smash the Reporan upon their arrival Vortex. Fett and Nuirk's force, however, had the most important job. A massive convoy had been discovered at Ansion, with very few defending vessels. Fett only had to assume it was for future landing, and occupation forces. He had decided to deny these supplies to the Repora. "Al vessels report ready Generals." said the comm officer, and Fett smiled under his helmet. This was going to be fun. "Execute." **************************************************** Admiral Ver'Kishk sat in his chambers, in deep meditation. On his face was a look of deep pain. Even for a Repora, the force to him was a foreign object, almost out of his grasp. Normally that would have prevented his ascension to any rank of worth, but his tactical genius could not be denied. Hence his command of the Veremere cruiser Gaze of Agaony. and the force of cruisers that came with it. "When he had found out that the GFFAs' Fifth fleet was ammassing ot Vortex, he at first thought it was a trick. A ploy to lure him into a trap. But after a week of nothing, he had decided it was an attempt to reinforce Vortex from teh strike that was sure to come. he then decided to attack, and prove to the GFFA the foolishness of their choice. His force was more than large enough to deal with whatever they had at Vortex. And the Timeless One's plans for garratos and Jagga II could still go ahead as planned. But something was botherign him, somethign he could not touch upon. In the past several minutes, he had felt faint twiches in the force, almost like ripples of surprise and dread had spread through portons of his attack force. But as soon as they had appeared, they had vanished. He concentrated on them, trying to pinpoint them, but it eluded him. Slowly, he came to realize a chime had begun in his chambers. He opened his eyes, and realized that they were nearing Vortex. He slowly stood, and stalked out of his chambers towards the bridge. It was time for battle. ********************************************** Fett watched the silvery white lines of Hyperspace flow around his flagship, the mighty Ravager-class Destroyer Light of Coruscant. He admired the GFFA for these vessels, they were impressive. he still preffered the mandalorain cruisers, but he yet to recieve a sizable force of them, so he decided instead to use them for the deep space ambushes. He watched the timer carefully, and noted several points of time. If everything went as planned, at those very moments, the Reporan fleet was taking casualties it could not have forseen. Then the timer reached ten seconds, and hsis gaze flickerd to the forward viewports. "Here is to victory General." Fett said, and Nuirk nodded. The lines of hyperspace vanished, and Fett saw his sizable force emerge from hyperspace. In front of him, sat a massive force of vessels, hanging in tight formation to help defned agasint attack. The convoy was right where it was supposed to be. "Commence the attack." Nuirk ordered, and Fett again sighed. He was being second guessed again. *************************************************** As Admiral Ver'kishk reached the bridge, mere moments form thier appinted arrival time at Vortex, he felt a wave of dread wash over him. Befoer he could react, the massive vessel lurched, and dropped into realspace, well bofore it should have. "Report he yelled, and the seonsor station became a torrent of organized chaos. "We have been yanked from hyperspace two minutes ahead of schedule. Scanners show a gravity well appromixte in size for an Inderdictor class vessel." came on evoice, and the Admiral scowled. "Oder Savle pair three to locate ond destory the vessel." he said, but another voice came back, distressed. "Admiral, Savla pair three is missing. Along with the rest of their group. As are groups one, four, five, and six. All support craft with those groups are also missing." he voice said. Hearing this, Ver'Kishk ran to his station, and looked at the sensor. Almost his entore force was missing. Only group two remained, hanging just off his starboard bow. "Raise our sheilds! Locate the missing groups, now! And order group two to spread around us evenly. Are there any enemy vessels neay bye?" he asked, and the sonsor officer shook his head, a look of confusion on his face. "What in the name of the sith is going on?" Ver'Kishk bellowed, but then he saw it. The faint glow on an enemy warships engines. But sensors had not detected them. Unless..... "Order all vessels to fire theit weapons in pattern Aleph-seven! Maximum intensity!" he orderd, and he watched as the remained vssels in his force fired all weapons. Most flew out into space hamrlessly, but several impacted against shields. Where the impacts occured, massive torrents of Turbolaser blasts returned, pounding the shields of his remaining four Savlas. he watched in horror as tow of them exploded, and the other two sustained massive damage in the opening barrage. "Mandalorian Warships! Launch all starfighters! Concentrate fore on those sheilds! make them pay!" he yelled, and he watched as the remnants of his force again returned fire. Under the more concentrated barage, tow of the vesels exploded, and several more smaller explosions could be seen in space. But as soon as they started, the gravity well vanished, and the explosions vanished. "Sensors, what happened? Where did they go?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "They all accellerated at an incredible rate! But no into hyperspace." the sensor officer said, and Ver'Kishk nodded. He silently cursed both the mandalorains and their leap-drives, and the Reporan scientists for not being able to duplicate them. "Admiral, we have recieved communications from group four! They report they were yanked from hyperspace, and ambushed by enemy forces. They sustained heavy initial casualties, and executed an immediate withdrawl. They are requesting orders." his comm officer said, but before Ver'Kishk could repsond, another comm officer looked up. "Admiral, the convoy at Ansion is reporting itself ot be under heavy attack by an overwhelming force! They request assistance immediatly!" he said, and suddenly, in the back his mind, Ver'Kish realised what had happened. The GFFA commander had scattered his forces from hyperspace somehow, inlifcting casualties all the while. It would take him time to regroup his force, and head back to Ansion. To much time. But if he didn't, fall back, the convoy would be destroyed, as would all other forces at Ansion. He looked longly out the viewport at the star of Vortex, which was seeming to twinkle at him mockinglly. "Order our forces back to Ansion, full speed. Send out a holocomm message to all groups to do the same. Vortex will have to wait." he said, his voice sullen. In one move, the GFFA not only has crushed his main force and the convoy under his care, but they had made a fool out of him. Far that, they would pay dearly. He watched as his fleet executed a sharp trn, and then leapt back into hyperspace, to salvage what was left af the Ansion convoy forces. Assuming there was anything left at all.

"Admiral, we have ciommunications from three of the remaining Vagaari vessels. All saying the same thing. They are yours to command." the comm tech said, and Hirotek smiled. It was good day for his forces. "Send them the assigned set of hyperspace coordinates. Inform them that they are to wait there until we contact them." he said, turning away from the comm officer. But then he turned back, and spoke again. "And tell them that they will not regret their choice." he said, and the comm officer nodded, and began issuing the orders. If the Vagaari did as they were told, they would get nowhere near the assigned corrdinates, but rather would be pulled out of hyperspace by his interdictor, the Stellar Web. Their vessles would be seized, and the crews interrogated. They would all then be given new assignements, some on their old vessels, pthers on new ships. And all would be watched carefully, in case this was a ploy to trap his forces. He knew that they would not care for how they were being treated, but they would understand his precautions. If not, they would just have to adjust. "Admiral, what about that Savla?" came a question his left, and he turned to see his captain studying the vessel with is sensors. Hirotek thought about it for a moment, and then sighed. "We will leave it. I don't feel like risking any of my vessles in case it is playing dead. We have used enough luck for one day, I think." he said, and he then turned to the helm officer. "Plot us a course out of here. Follow our new allies, but jump several seconds after them. Plot our exit point a few hundred kilometers back from where they will drop out. Just in case." he ordered, and he watched as his orders were implemented. As his vessels made the jump to hyperspace, he contemplated the day. Zero losses to his own forces thus far, three more vessels at his command, one damaged Savla, and another Vagaari vessel with a crew that was now also contemplating turning sides if his thoughts were correct. All in all, this was a victory for him.

Well, ill leave ioors planetary surpirce up to you Stellar. That post took me three tires to get right, due to power outages due to lightning. Ill do some more posting later, after I hit the three S'. Edit: I have no idea what to do in the Vathkree Affair. No clue what the Skywalkers can offer, nothing. Im just plain lost.

"Commander?" came the voice, one that any person could tell was resigned to the fate it had found itself in. General At'Vish smiled slightly. The voice was that of an ensign, new to the fleet, and far to young to rightfully know that his life was nearing its end. But such was the happenings of war. They all knew that their fate was sealed the moment the Repora arrived. Now, all they could do was hope to infict as many casualties upon the enemy as they could before they died. "Continue along our current course. We will meet up with the Imperial vessels, and then set out on an attack run on their port flank." the General said, and the ensign nodded. They all knew that such a tactic was suicide, something the Repora would never see coming. But even if they had surprise on thier side, the Reporan fleet would decimate them. Again, a fate they had resigned themselves to. But it was something they knew had to be done. The remaining Mon Calamari cruisers met up with the Imperial war vessels, and they got into postion for their final run against the enemy. "May the force be with us." the general said. Silently, everyone on the bridge repeated the phrase. ************************************************ Averice frowned as she watched her sensor boards. The assault on the planet was going far better than expected. Enemy losses in both the space theater and on the ground had been heavy from the start, and were only getting worse. So far,the only losses her forces had suffered was a landing ship that had been the victim of a hidden turbolaser cannon on the gound. "What is the current postion of the enemy fleet?" she asked, and her sensor officer repsonded immediatly. "They have formed up on the other side of the planet, and seem tp be preparing for an attack run on our p[ort flanks." he said, and Averice frowned. Such a tactic was suicide. They knew it, and so did everyone else. What were they up to? "Alright, we will play their little game. Keep our formatioin the same, but move fighter wing Tearing Claw to our port flanks, just in case they have something we don't know about." she ordered. She watched as her orders were carried out, and she smiled. "Come and play, little ones. Let us see if you are as suicidal as you seem." she said, but the hair onthe back of her kneck raised. They were up to something, but she could not figure out what. But she knew that soon, she would know. *************************************************** "Admiral Ioor, garos IV has fallen under attack. Our forces have taken heavy losses, and the enemy has begun the ground assaults." came the tinny voice over the comm, and Ioor nodded. He looked over at Seryk and Karryn, who were busy studying the schematics of the new Mechisclass warship. "Well, it seems that the Repora moved faster than we expected. Come with me to the command center, and we can watch the show." he said, and Seryk and karynn nodded. They knew better than to ask what Ioor was talking about. They had already seen several of the weapons and vessels this planet could produce. If those were any indication, the repora were in for a nasty surprise. As they reached the command center, they walked into apparent chaos. Droids and snetient beings issued orders and a mind boggling pace. Seryk couldn't even begin to understand them all, but he was able to figure out that most orders had to do with something called Ancient Fury. "Admiral Ioor, General At'Vish has followed your orders, and has begun his attack run. Ancient Fury is in place, above the systems eccliptic. All we are waiting now are your orders." came a voice, probably from one of the droiuds n the tactical pits. "Excellent. The moment the Reporan begin to manuver to engage our forces, have the Ancient Fury jump in, and begin its operations. Then release our ground forces to begin their counter offensives, utilizing the new weapons systems." Ioor ordered, and the room begam even more chaotic as the orders were issued. "Admiral, shouldn't we be leading a fleet to Garos IV? if we lose that planet, the Empire will be cut off from the GFFA. That will leave us in a very precarious position." Karynn said, and Ioor nodded. "very true, but we do not have the firepower available to attempt a counter attack right now. It would take to much time to gather the fleet, and would leave us far to open to a series of strikes. This is the best plan for now." he said, and Karynn nodded. Seryk simply sat back and watched, wondering if Ioor would think to ask if the mandalorians had any vessles t spare. While they did not have enough to take that fleet on at the moment, they did have enough to help supplement any fleet Ioor could put together. "Admiral, the Reoran forces are manuevering to engage our fleet." came a voce, and Ioor nodded. "Good. begin the operation. lets see how this works." he sai,d and Seryk turned to the tactical display, wondering what ioor had in mind. As he watched the two hazes represnting the Reporan forces and Allied forces closed in on each other. ***************************************************** Deep in space, far above the planetary eccliptic, a massive vessel hung in space. A relic of a byegone era, vessels of this type hadn;t seen combat since the empire had dismantled the last one decades ago. But now, the ship had found new life in a war were resources were spread thin. Aboard the vessel, an army of droids waited for the order to attack. They had infinite patience, and no knowledge of the fact that they would not live to see the next day. They wouldn't have cared anyway. They knew their duty. Then, the order arrived. Without a sound, the engines of the vessel fired up, preparing for a run at hyperspace. Also, the anti-gravity hyperdirve warmed up, to ensure the vessel could jump in close enugh to the reporan fleet to be usefull. The latest in hyperdirve technology, the new drives could travel through gravity wells, albeit at a much slower speed. The vessel leaped into hyperspace. ************************************************ Averice smiled as the Imperail and GFFA vessels came closer t their own destruction. Then, the force flared in her, warning her of danger. She quickly glanced at her sensor boards, and saw that a new contact had appeared, directly abover her forces. She studied it for a moment, and then relaized what it was. "Release tearing Claw to destroy that new vessel. Now!" she yelled, but the warnign sensors began to scream at her and her crew. ************************************************ General At'Vish siled inwardly as the massive hulk of the Torpedo Sphere arrived, and opened fire. Almsot to quickly to be real, hundreds upon hundreds of proton torpedoes and concussion missles leaped out across space, a waveof pure death aimed at the Reporan forces. As he watched, hundreds of enemy fighters flashed away to deail with the newst threat. The Reporan vessels began pouring fire up at the incoming missles, a vain attempt at keeping them at bay. But it was to many for even the repora to deal with. Several of the smaller Reporan vessels exploded, their shields beign overwhelmed by the simple numbers of missles beign hurled at them. Even one of the mighty Savlas fell prey to the torreent, and exploded violently. Then, the Torpedo Sphere, realizing it wa in danger, began to target the incoming fighters. Soon, the Reporan fighters found themselves confront3ed by far to many projetiles for even their skilled lfyers to avoid, an dozens of them vanished from the sensors immediatly, followed quickly by dozens more. Then the fighters were upon the vessel, and they lanuched their Plasma bombs. The mighty vessel exploded, but not before launching one last wave of missiles. The missels lanced out, and another Savla and its two Defra escorts exploded. "Guns, target all enemy landing forces you can see, and begin firing. Helm, bearing one-six-alpha. Get us out of here." At'Vith said, and he watched as the guns from the allied vessels fired upon the planet, obliterating untold amounts of enemy ground forces. All he could do now was hope they got away.

Bah, Im not going to commit anything to Garos that can't be replaced quickly enough. I just dont think you should get the planet with losing, say, a few of your cruisers and about half your ground forces.

OOC: Wow, my forces grew! Awesome.... IC: Hirotek sat in his command chair, and stared out th viewport at his targets. The five dreadnaughts moved in tandem, with the Savla cruiser, but Hirotek had a hunch that was mostly out of fear of being destroyed if they didn't. And it was time to test that theory. And if turned out he was wrong, he would just have to destory the entire convoy. "Communications, open up a channel with all enemy vessels. Make sure everyone can hear what is being said." he ordered, and his comm officer noddded. After a few moments, the comm officer nodded, and Hirotek smiled. "Attention all Vagaari vessels, this is Admiral Hirotek of the GFFA. We are aware that one of your vessels weas destroyed by the very Savla cruiser that is escorting you. As you are aware, there are many of your own people that are fighting against your reporan masters in an attempt at freeing your people from the reigns you have found yourself in. I am here to give you the chance to join your brethren in defying your masters, and avenging the deaths of your people from Reporan treachery. If you wish to do so, act now, and you will have a chance at living to see the freedom of your people. If you do not, I can garauntee that you will all die on your knees as aslaves." he said, and he then sat sliently, waiting for a responce of some sort. "Admiral, on of the vgaari vessels, is breaking formation. They are making a run for it!" a sensor officer called out, and Hirotek smiled. It seemed his words had an effect. But as he watched, the Savla opened fire, vaporizing the errent vessel. Hirotek smiled when he saw this, and laughed to himself. "That, I believe, was the worst thing you could have done." he said, and he waited for the rest of the Vagaari vessels to react. If they did not, he knew what he would have to do.

That doesn't mean we can;t make the Repora pay a high price for the planet however, correct?

Bah, the Star Wars EU is best when the Empire loses at Endor. Although the story line i am hamering out right now will show what happened if neither the rebels or the empire won that battle. And Stellar, keep up the good work. Its a fun read!

Did you slap her afterwards and tell her to get back in the kitchen?

Im going to need a lot of luck. My disk is scratched to beat all hell. I don''t think my comp can even read it anymore.

The best prank calls are when you are the one getting called. it works best with telemarketers. If you can convince the telemarketer that he/she/it should really buy something of yours, kudos to you. The best I have managed was that I was about to kill their intended customer.

Bittorrent is far from legal. but thankfully, is much harder to track, as there are no central servers that files are stored on, so your chances of being busted as an individual downloader are less likely. And that's all I have to say on that me mateys!! ARR!!!

Just answer my very simple question, and perhaps I can do something. What language is this game programmed in?

*goes into hunter-killer mode, and sets his programming to hunt felines and their ilk* Ok, if you want to hide the folders, do this. 1: Open 'My Computer' 2: Open 'Program Files' 3: Open 'Lucas Arts' 3: Open Star Wars Rebellion' 4: Store all files there for modding. It will take your comp less time to find it, and is deep enough to be missed my the average search by the parental units.

Anyone know what language the game was programmed in? baby steps people, baby steps...

Uhhh... hide teh files?