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I've had internet issues, sorry...

An agnostic is someone, who whilst not believing in god per-se, still does not discount the possibility that there may be a god. They are yet to make yp their minds so to speak. I myslef would probably come from the perspective of a skeptic on the matter of religion, trusting more to science. However I maintain an open mind on the subject and I cannot discount totally that there may be a 'bigger picture' in all this...anything is possible.

Score! Another Dooku voter, come on you come-back king, one big push!

Hmm its only me who notices the little things... Happy 1000th post Bad Samaritan *More Applause*

Burn to CD?

Piano and i've just started the guitar...... I'm not sure I really believe you....where did you find a Didgeridoo in Switzerland?

Gentlemen, I salute you. Nice work. Congratulations to you all. You better have some nice reb ships as well

Yes. The difference is, I think, that Yoda felt it as a physical blow, a betrayal that caught him by suprise.....

Mines on Yoda, I think that BadSamaritan is on to it, if he had been willing to die (which he would have if he wasn't one of the only Jedi left...) then I think he would have taken him.

Once you get too close in the aeiral photo's resolution gets pretty poor so I can only see white blurs. I can see the rough area though.

Well. I've realised my problem. I've nver noticed the 'Attach signature' button before

Well you have to be at least 1:200,000 and amybe its just th UK but: http://www.multimap.com/bx793/gmp/530/180/X530000Y180000S200000W500H300.jpg 'Tis the great urban sprall of London.

The Warrior's Patience decelerated shrply out of hyperspace, the thins silverly lines became stars once more. Infront of them lay an installation so secret that not even their GFFA allies knew of its location. The Mandalorian shipyards. As the sleek intelligence vessel glided between pylons and repair bays Aeron could see half built battle cruisers and wings of fighters undergoing their final flight testing. "Open a channel to the docks." Aeron commanded. "This is Commodore Aeron Kyral of the Warrior's Patience requesting access to intelligence repair and refit bays bays." He sat back and waited for the inevitable reply. "Proceed Commodore." The voice sounded mechanical over the inetcom. The Warrior's Patience continued on its way, slowly pulling into the heart of the shipyard complex, the very berth in which it had firsrt been built. Docking clamps reached out like mettalic snakes from the sides of the berth. The ships rocked and groaned as the clamps attached themselves. The ship's prow was mere feet away from the end of the berth and the control tower for all repairs conducted that was situated in the wall. Aeron took a deep breath as he left the ship. Emerging from the gangway tunnel he entered a control location, the armour guards had weapons in hand. Aeron showed them his pass and they motioned him on. He walked briskly towards the control tower. Entering it at the base and wlking up the tairs to the command level he found the bay's supervisor. "I need to see the installation commadant immediatley." The Berth supervisor looked suprised at such a request but put it through anyway, after a quick look at Aeron'r rank insignia. "He's on his way sir." The officer went back to his work, checking readouts from the Warrior's Patience down below them. Aeron took the moment of free time to stare at his command from the out side, noting the sleek lines and Mandalorian design with pride. She ws a fine ship. "Sir. The Commandant is nearly here." Aeron turned from his ship to face the entrance to the control tower. A tall Mandalorian wearing the uniform of an Admiral entered the room. He had long grey-white hair and steely blue eyes. "Admiral." Aeron saluted the slightest hint of friendly ridicule in his voice. The Admiral returned his salute. The two menstood staring at eachother before embracing. "Its been too long." Memories of his childhood aboard a haven starship for the exiled Mandalorians. How this man had taken him as an orphan and guided him though his early life. The left the embrace and sat at a nearby table. "I had no idea they'd put you in command here..." "Too old to fight on the front line they told me. Bloody cheek." The Admiral grinned. "So what brings you here?" "I need the ship kitted out. We've got orders for an intelligence mission. Its all confidential though, right from the top." "Fett?" The Admiral Queried. "Higher. This came from Chancellor Verice and Cal Omas." "Ah. Well, lets have a look at what you want and see what we can do. We're a little low on parts as we are in flat out production for new vessels." *** A skilled crew of Mandalorian workers had finished the work on the Warrior's Patience. Its engines had been tuned up. The cloaking devices checked and rechecked. Stronger tractor beams installed and much, much more. The ship was ready and fighting fit. "This is the Warrior's Patience requesting permission to leave dry dock." Aeron informed the control tower. "Roger Warrior's Patience permission granted, good hunting." The clamps retracted and the ship floated gently free. "Easy now, easy. Bring her out nice and slow. There's time for speed later." Aeron told the helmsman. The ship nosed slowly out until it ws free from the facility and facing space again. Aeron turned to face his bridge staff and turned the PA on to adress the crew. "As of this moment we are on active duty. You are all experienced you know the drill. Radio silence is to be maintained at all times. we will make short hyperspace hops to lessent the possibility of being pulled out by an gravity well equiped ship. You are to be ready for conflict and for your duties round the clock. Ne aware, you may be called upon at any time. Good luck to you all." He turned off the PA system. "Set a course for Raporan space and activate the cloak. Its time to go behins enemy lines." "Sir!" The helmsman saluted. The stars on the screen faded into streaks and then they were in hyperspace. Headed for what Aeron did not know, he would find out though, that was his job. OOC: Wow, my first long (ish) post.

Another site you can try for more detailed stuff is multimap.com.....

At the top left you will see three icons, one is a death star, on a ISD and I can;t remember what the other is right now. These are the difficulty levels I believe...

You're playing on easy right?

"Orders!" Kyral exclaimed walking back onto the bridge with a datapad in his hands. "Its all hit the fan over Garos IV, the Rapora have made an offensive. This is the perfect time for a little trip behind enemy lines. The GFFA have failed in their attempts, lets show them how its done. First though, we need this ship kitted out, set a course for our shipyards." The engines began to whine as the Warrior's Patience prepared to enter hyperspace. Looking at the veiwport from the front of the bridge Kyral noticed something. "Tell Cal Omas is his intelligence craft tries to follow us we will be forced to take ation." The message was relayed and Omas appeared on the screen. "Well you can't blame us for trying, good luck, may the force be with you." Looking at the stars Aeron felt at peace, his wanderlust satisfied as they had something to do and were n the move. The familiar sight of the stars fading into streaks filled him with a warm glow.

Portsmouth is worth a visit, theres also the Warrior, an ironclad wood-built ship from ~1850. You can buy a pass that gets you into all the attractions and I think a tour around the harbour if you want to see the current Royal Navy, albeit from a distance. Its a simple train ride down from London Waterloo.

You poor, poor person.

Hallowed be Thy Name from the same album. I have a huge urge to say awwwww. My uncles cat used to sit on the side of the sink and drink from the taps.

That is hilarious mate.

Hmm, well even the smallest lead might help those with the know how...never mind twas just a thought

Very many congrats to you good sir! NOw you just have to catch up with Trej...game on!

Yay go Bill *Does a funky dance*

Hang on...this has made me think... Aenivae_Ikeda do you know the person who made the crack? The cahnces are that said person would be able or has, haked the code. Which wwould mean that they could either help us to hack the source code or tell BS what its programmed in....just a thought.