BadSamaritan

Credit cards are the devils work. Its just the only pay to build up your credit when you are just starting out.

Sounds good to me man. Dunno when we will get them into the main storyline, But Im sure we will manage it. But now i have three, maybe four characters to deal with. Once this gets going again, I will have my hands full.

OOC:Time to check in on teh smugglers! IC: Burt sat in the simulator, his hands flying frantically over the controls. he had been training for what seemed like weeks now, with close to a dozen other pilots that Karrde had brought in. In the scren in front of him, a raging battle ensued. Burt had no idea what world they were over, just that there were Imperial ships, GFFA ships, chiss ships, and Reporan vessels all entagled in a roiling battle, with a massive replicator hanging in the backround. Suddenly, the viewscreen in front of him began to twirl as the simulated fighter took a broaside hit form a Reporan fighter. A few seconds later, the screen went blank. He had been destroyed. Burt sighed, and opened up the canopy to the simulator. He stretched his arms, and looked around to see that he was one of the last pilots to die in this run. By the looks of it, only one other pilot was still going. Burt stood up, and hopped out of the simulator. He walked over to one of the other pilots, and smiled. "Man, these sim runs are getting any easier. You would think that after all this time, we would be improving somewhat. But every run we seem to get wiped before we can accomplish anything." he said, and the other pilot nodded. "Yah, but these Repora are some tough nuts to crack. My fighter took one hit from their weapons this run, and I was gone. I didnt even get one shot off. Yourself?" he asked, taking a bite off of a small nutrient bar in his hand. Burt shook his head, and chuckled. "Not much better. I think I may have gotten one with a torp, and a winged a few others, but other than that, I was just target practice. I never knew that sims could be this hard." he said, and the other pilot nodded in agreement. "Yah, these sims seem to be able to second guess every move we try to make. Its almost like they are more alive then us." the pilot said, and they heard a sharp laugh from behind them both. They both turned to see an elderly man standing there, a smile on his face. Standing next to him was Karrde, an evil smile on his face. "That because you aren't flying against computers. You are flying against some of the best pilots in the galaxy." he said, and Karrde nodded. "Hobbie, you guys were the greatest in the galaxy when the empire was still a threat. I think Gavin and his Rogues have surpassed the lot of you old timers." Karrde said, and Hobbie looked back at him, a frown on his face. "Karrde, Im willing to bet that we could still teach all of Gavins pilots a thing or two, if the nevy didnt think we were to old to fly in combat. Which is why we are all here." he said, and Karrde nodded. "Becuase you think Im going to let you fly my starfighters? No, i think you are all here because one, I offered you all a lot of money to be here, and two, becuase you dont want to see green pilots get wiped by these repora." Karrde said, and Hobbie nodded. "Yes, and the fact that we will steal your starfighters to fly some combat if needed. And you wont stop us." he said, and Karrde chuckled as he nodded. "Yes, I will let you and your people fly. I even got some nice brand new T-65 XJs for all of you. But for now, pilot reviews. How is this batch doing?" Karrde asked, and Hobbie smiled. "This group wont take on a super star destroyer and win any time soon, but they are getting better. They work well together, and they trust each other. The makings of a good squadron." he said, and Karrde nodded. "Um, sir, how can you say that we are getting better? We get wiped every run, and we barely manage to get any kills before we die. I think Ive only managed to kill two fighters so far in all of these runs." Burt said, and Hobbie nodded. "There is a reason for that. We have slowly been increasing the spped and manuverability of the reporan starfighters, along with thier firepower, to make them more and more difficult for you. In the next run, we will reset them to their original perameters, and see how well you all fare." Hobbie said, and Burt groaned. He should have realized what was going on, but he had been so tired as of lae that he hadnt realized it. "So your telling me, that you have set these sims up so that we would get wiped out? Whats the point in that? We cant learn if we never last longer thana few minutes." Burt said, and Hobbie shook his head. "Actually, You guys have been doing better and better each run. You are scoring kills against starfighters that are now set up to be practically indestructable. With vetern pilots flying them all to boot. If you ask me, thats proof that you will be quite an addition to the smugglers alliance." Hobbie said, and Burt slowly nodded. He then turned, and walked back to his simulator. "Well then, reset the reporan fighters, then lets see who the real elites are." Burt said, and Karrde nodded. He and hobbie watched as Burt and his fellow pilots all hopped back into the sims, and prepared for yet another simulator run. "Hobbie, reset the Reporan fighters. let see what these kids are really made of." Karrde said, and Hobbie nodded. Karrde watched as Hobbie walked back through the door they had entered, and thought for a moment on how well this project was going. If all went according to plan, he would have three full squadrons ready within a few more weeks. And if it went well, they would be more than ready to deal with the Reporan starfighters.

Dont forget that other little project we talked about. Gorath is going to have its hands full between making the plasma bombs, and helping me with my little project.

Well, we got the chance to study the technololgy. Perhaps we can just began mass producing the plasma bombs and cannons, and not the starfighters?

Stellar is still probably fighting off that flu. As for a sub plot.... I wonder what the smugglers alliance is up to? Besides being smugglers, of course.

Stellar, mad, and Trej are all MIA. It may be up to us to keep it going for now. Sub-plot maybe?

Black Betty - Spiderbait

had to post, just to keep the RPG alive. I think it is on life support right now.

Hirotek cursed as he watched the Replicators fire their weapons, destroying the moon forst, then dealing a death blow to the massive Genesis. But he alos saw that one of the two remaining replicators was damaged, and spinning slowly. And he knew that the other one had taken a direct hit from the Imperious, so more than likely it was out of the fight now as well. But the loss of the the Eclispe-class would hurt them in the battle severely. "Athien, we have to leave, now. Power up the engines." Hirotek said, and Athien looked over to him. "Thrawn hasn't said we can leave yet. He said he had a plan for us to get out of here safely." Athien snapped, and Hirotek shook his head. "Considering what just happened, I think your father will have bigger concerns then us. Like how he is going to deal with the rest of the Reporan forces now that the Genesis is gone." he said, and Athien stared down at the control panels for the shuttle. She hated to admit it, but he was right. "Alright, powering up the engines. But on the record, I still think this is a bad idea." she said, and Hirotek smiled. "Well, if it is, you can tel me after we are dead." he said, and Athien looked back over at him, a perplexed look on her face. The mandalorian in him was starting to show now. Perhaps his caution was turning to recklessness. If so, Hirotek may be more unstable than she had thought. And if that was so, she would have to find a way to real him in before he got them both killed. ************************************ Fleetmaster Orglidek gripped the armrests of his chair tightly as the ship rocked from yet another blast from teh strange ships. he looked down at one of the small display in his command chair, and frowned. The sheilds werent going to be able to take much more of this pounding. So now it was time for desperate measures. "Helm, prepare the leap drive. Get us out of here!" he ordered, and the an at the helm nodded. The officer hit a short series of switches, and then wtahced a sa series of lights on his bord turned green. "The drive in online, and ready Fleetmaster." he said, and the fleetmaster nodded. The helmsman hit a button on his console, and the ship accellerated at an emourmous rate. Within moments, they had left the strange vessels behind. A few seconds later, the ship slowed to a much mor managable speed. "Excellent work helm. Now, plot us a course out of here. I dont care where to, I dont feel like taking on those ships again. Not until we can fight them." the fleetmaster ordered. The halmsman nodded, and went to wrok at plotting a course to the outer rim. The fleetmaster sat back, and sighed. His first engagement in this war, and he had been forced to fle like a scared child. If these were the foes they were to face, he knew that the mandalorain warfleet was going to be needed a lto sooner than previously thought. And hopefully, it would be ready in time to make a difference.

I normally bombard that whole sector into oblivion by the end of the game anyways, so I just level Coruscant to begin with. It ends up being easier that way.

Yah, I know. Its almost depressing. I am missing a lot of hand held systems though. Although I am currently in tough negotiations for the release of a rare Sega Nomad, which is being held hostage by my boss' son.

700 plasma boms, and a superlaser? Sounds like fun to me. I just cant wait to have a chance to really play around with the mandalorians. The weapon they have is really really creepy. Assumign I ever get arround to using it.

That sounds... wonderfull. I cant wait to see it.

Well, from oldest to newest.... Atari 2600, NES, Sega 8-bit, SNES, Sega Genesis, Game Boy, Atari Jaguar, Playstation, Sega Saturn, Dreamcast, Gamecube, XBox, PS2, and my computer. I also have the Sega CD , AND the Sega 32X . Then there is my virtual boy , my Intelevision, and the exceptionaly elusive 3DO gaming system. None of which work.

Still stuck on page 23. For the love of the force, help me out here guys!!

Fade to Black - Rolling Stones

Dont worry mad, I have a few tricks up my sleave still. Remember, I control the mandalorians.

PWNED!!!! Dont worry man, we shall rebuild her. Or build a new one. Or something.

I was tired when I worte that, so sue me. And yes, it is much better. Edit: Blast you for making me force my hand. BLAST YOU!! And I still need Thrawns OK for Hirotek and Athien to make their escape.

Stats on the Mandalorian Cruiser: Strikeblade-class Cruiser Length - 1.2 Kilometers Crew - 7000, with room for up to 2000 troops Fighter capacity - 6 squadrons, usually Gladiator-class Weapons - 100 Heavy turbolasers, 50 heavy Ion cannons, 75 Quad laser cannons Sheilds - Equivelent to those of an Imperial II Star Destroyer The mandalorian cruiser is the pinnacle of their technological acheivements. They have a very advanced sensor system, capable of picking up a floating blaster from across an entire star-system. They also have an exceptionally advanced sensor-jamming system, which send out false information whenever it is scanned, making the ship appear as though it is just an empty spot in space, filled withthe appropriate particles. So even in the dencest of nebulas, the ship would not register on almost every sensor in the galaxy. Only gravatic sensors are known to pick up the ships, and mandalorian scientists are working on a new jamming system to defeat even these rare sensor systems. The ship also comes equiped with a complicated camoflauge system on the hull, which copies the colors of the surrounding space almost perfectly, so that only a highly trained eye can pick it out while the ship is not moving. All of these things came from the Mandalorians wanting to hide from the galaxy, but the need for a viable way of keeping tabs on the rest of the galaxy safely. But they also found that they make for excellent combat systmes also, making it so that only visual targetting is effective against them. The exact number of these vessles is known to only a few, and theire exact location is known to even fewer. It is known to all mandalorians that each city has its own group of vessels for defence, but none of the normal citizenry are sure how many. Crews for the vessels are chosen out of the populace, and are then trained in special schools. They are then shipped off to their new home, where they will spend the majority of their lifetime.

OOC: Bored, feel like posting. Also will introduce the Mandalorian cruiser. Cant draw it, so Ill just describe it. IC: Not far from the battles that raged around Ord Mantell, a lone ship hung in space. Its dark hull seemed to aborb all the light that hit it, making it virtually invisble to the naked eye. Only its hull blocking out the stars made it visible. Not that the master of this vessel was worried about being found. Not only was the ship hard to see, any sensor sweep of this ship would return nothing. Its special sensor jamming systems didnt distrupt the sensors, but simply deceived them. It was a recent development in thier technology, and one that was more than welcome in the scarce naval forces this ship was a part of. The ability to remain hidden was a major part of their lives. Aboard the bridge of the ship, dark red lights cast a crimson hue to to the bridge. The faces of all the men and woman at their stations were ones of severe concentration. They had never been this far away from thier home base of operations. They were deep in GFFA territory now, and very close to a critical battle in the growing war. Which was why they were here. They were here to study their new enemy. They needed to understand their tactics, their firepower. And the best way to do that, was up close. In the command chair of the ship, an elderly man sat. His face was wrinkled with age, and his white hair was cut short on his balding head. Like the rest of his crew, he didnt wear a standard naval uniform. Instead, he was clad in the battle armor of a mandalorian. Unlike the rest of his crew, his armor had an ensignia on the breastplate. The ensignia consisted of two ancient swords, crossed over a black star. It was the mark of the mandalorian fleetmaster. He was the highest ranking person in the mandalorian fleet. He had spent years in the New Republic navy, learning the tactics of massive space combat. But once the empire ha surrendered, he had returned home, to take command of the mandalorian space forces. He slowly stood, and walked to the forward viewports of the bridge. He looked out at the hull of the vessel, which expanded for nearly a kilometer into space. The ships sharp lines were dark, and hard to see, but he knew what the ship looked like. He could see the split spear shape of the primary hull in his mind. he could seen the well hidden hanger bay doors on the top of this ship. He could see the hidden weapon banks. he glanced to the side of the ship, and notices a sall pair of blinking lights, and frowned. Those lights were at the end of the two short figurative wings of the vessel, which ended as one of the ships three masive engines. he had ordered all lights on the outside of the vessel to be turned off. And someone had disobeyed that order. He turned, and walked over to a small station. He tapped a few buttons on the console, and brought up the ships current crew logs. he brought up the name of the current cammand officer of that part of the ship, and made a note of the name. He would have to see to that that person was punished. then, that person would make sure that the poeple under thier command learned to follow orders. He walked back to his command chair, and sat down. "Sensors, are we still receiving from the probes?" he asked, and his sensor officer tunred to look at him. "Yes Fleetmaster. We are receiving visual, thermal, and varius other forms of reading from all four probes. We are also receiving a large amount of comm chatter from both forces. We have already broken the GFFA and UDA encryptions, and we are working on the Reporan encrytion." the sensor oficer reported, and the Fleetmaster nodded. he had ordered the probes into the system nearly a week ago, to make sure they would record everything that occured in the battle. "Excellent. Is there anything of note so far? Names of fleet commanders? Possible ship movements?" he asked, and the communications officer looked over to him. "So far, we have caught the names of several of the GFFA fleet leaders. General Ioor, Admiral Eveha, and Grand Admiral Oreton are leading the GFFA forces." he said, and the fleetmaster nodded. He had expected all of them to be here. They were the prominent minds of the GFFA fleet. "Excellent. Were there any other people of note? Ground commanders perhaps? And have we found out who is leading the UDA froces?" he asked. They had just recently found out about the UDA from a captured trasmission. His Superiors had been hounding him to discover who their leader was, so they could find out who they might end up dealign with. "A few other names have been mentioned. Admiral Hirotek is here, apparently to help with the planning of the battle." the comm officer said, and the fleetmaster sighed. He knew of Hiroteks history. He had never imagined that a disgraced mandalorain would ever make it so high in any naval force, let alone the rank of Admiral. But he imagined that Hirotek had earned that rank, so he wasnt going to guess how. "But one transmission is confusing. According to it, the person who is leading the UDA forces, has been dead for nearl twnety years." the officcer said, and the fleetmaster frowned. "Who is leading them?" he asked, and the comm officer sighed. "According to the transmissions we have gathered so far, Grand Admiral Thrawn is leading them." the comm officer said, and the fleetmasters' eyebrows raised. Every being in the galaxy knew of Thrawn, just like they knew of his death at Bilbringi many years ago. To hear that the legendary Grand Admiral had somehow returned from the dead would be shocking news to hic superiors. The fleetmaster stood slowly, and then nodded. "Alright then. Prepare a transmission to our home base. Relay all information we have so far. They will want an update soon anyways." he said, and the comm officer nodded. The Fleetmaster walked over to the comm station, and watched the the information was encryted, and re-encryted with another system of encrytions. This made their communications difficult to crack. Even more so due to the fact that the encrytion changed on a day to day basis, and the encrytion sequences were pre-determined by the home bases computers, and then stored in the ships databanks. It made cracking the transmission difficult at best, futile in the long run. The effort put into crackign one encryption, would be useless in less than a day. And since every ship used a diferent system when out on patrol, made it that much worse for anyone trying to listen in. But the fleetmaster knew that no one would be. Their ships only left there berths in deep space once a year, and onyl a few ships at a time. this kept the chance of their discovery at an extreme minimum. And on the rare occasion that they are sighted, they are normally written off as some secret military project of some governmant, or as some protottype vessel of a shipping company. And once sighted, the ships were equipped with a special leap drive, which could jump them away at a moments notice. It could send the ship across a solar system in a matter of seconds, where the ship would then enter hyperspace. The Fleetmaster had never had to use that system though, and he hoped that he never would have to use it. After the communique was sent, the fleetmaster went backl to his seat,and sat back down. His bridge crew went back to work, watching either the space battle in system, or watching space around them, looking for any sign that they had been discovered. They all knew that they would be hear for some time longer. Until the battle was won by one fleet or the other. And no one on the bridge had any clue how long that would be.

It has to do with another forum I am a mamber of. We were all banned from sherdog.net, and then we made a new home for ourselves. From there, we launched raids on a large number of forums, with the inention of creating havoc there until we either got bored, or banned. Basically, we did it for fun. And dont worry, I wont lead them here.

best Quote Evah: "You ever have one of those feelings that somethings is about to hurt?" "Yah, why?" "You getting that feeling now?" "No." "Well, judging by the amount of guns on that ship, you should be." "Nope, sorry." "Well, why arent you?" "No one told you? I have suicidal tendencies." "Well, then you must feel right at home then. Great." ~ Some space movie from the eighties. Cant remember the name.

To love that which you can never touch, is to be the least of your self punishements.