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Three Rapora warriorrs surrounded her, despite the dim green lighting in the hold she could make out the figures of their face, the reptilian skin. The inhuman eyes that looked at her intensely. She did not move, it was too painful to try, and a single move could be malinterpreted and end her life sooner than she expected. Her brown eyes analyzed the cargo hold slowly trying to look into every different vertice of the room, trying to analyze the movement of the vehicle she was in. Still shocked because of the crash, she could not rebuild those last seconds, nor the direction the fighters came from. Rapora landing sites were scattered near the equator of the world, and Vana knew that she must be taken there. *** Oreton sat in his command chair analyzing the new information. Cold air was flowing into the chamber, something the inequivocably lead him to believe that something had gone amiss. Any minute now he expected one officer or another to report a grave blow to the defense of Ord Mantell in his office. His eyes shifted from one datapad to another waiting for the catastrophe to arrive. "Grand Admiral," a lietenant stormed the room, the tone that of a subdued shriek. Oreton looked at the young woman, her brown eyes confirmed that the news were bad. "Half an hour ago a skirmish between Rapora and GFFA Forces was reported, parallel to it a group of starfighter shot down the shuttle Commodore Dorja was using to transport remove herself to the Imperial Headquarters." "Thank you, Lieutenant." Oreton answered as his left hand instinctively moved to his brow. Without Dorja there was no one competent enough to coordinate the Imperial Operations on the planet. "Captain please come into my office," Oreton softly spoke into the comlink. *** Another holographic X-Wing plummeted to the ground under the stern look of General Solo. The enemy weaponry had already leveled one of the hills that had served as the forward defense line. Solo desperately tried to rearrange his forces, something that proved increasingly difficult. "Thomson to Gold Base, we have five more Raporan Walkers coming in from the southeast, they are advancing towards us." The holographic map flashed as it was updated with the tentative location of the advancing walkers. Solo looked at the map intently before turning to the Chiss Colonel. "Any word from the scouts?" "No sir, they are grid searching the approximate area of the crash site but still have not found Commodore Dorja's shuttle." Ulan shook his head as Solo interrogated him with his gaze. "Order them to return, they won't find anything." Solo nodded and gave the order to return. "What's the location of those Y-Mines?" Solo asked and one of the controllers added another colored layer on the holographic battle. "They are pretty far away from them," Solo noted. "They were placed at the more reasonable paths through the hills. We had not expected them to blast their own passes." Ulan answered. "We will have to bring them to those mines," Solo said for himself. "Order our forces to fall back, and set parts of the forest behind them on fire." Solo dictated as Ulan continued to analyze the erratic retreat of the GFFA troops. "Fire?" "All creatures fear fire. Humans, Vong, Rapora. Plus it's a distractant and an unnecesary slow down, if they have noted that our forces have begun to withdraw there should be nothing to make them avoid our little pass through the hills." Solo said. As if on cue the Brown colored Raporan forces halted before the burning forest, and their slow walker began to take the path through the hills. "Now we send our Ewoks with stones and clubs against them." Solo smiled. *** Vana Dorja woke up all of a sudden by a strong impact, a fierce Rapora warrior threw her out of the cargo hold. They had given her a short-lived freedom of movement. She fell on a muddy patch and as she struggled to stand up she put her left hand on her face a small pill entered her throat, the sour flavor tasted sweet in her mouth. She knew the poison was working, as the blurred image of a auburn haired woman fade to black and her lump body fell on the floor. *** One of the panels in Oreton's chamber went black. Alone in his chamber he held a seemingly eternal minute of silence. *** He woke up, not because it was time to wake up. It was still night around him. He woke up because he had been ordered to. He obeyed orders. The watery salt-nutrient solution drown a word in his throat, as cold air filled his lungs. It was time. He knew not why it was time. But the black silhuette on the entrance confirmed his suspicion.

Next time anyone uses a superweapons I'll just launch my Ewok bombs. (Ewok in torpedo cases with rocks and sticks) and they'll simply destroy the superweapon in question. I'm serious. No more superweapons. It gets boring.

Read what was meant to be read, and looked at the screens. When I first read it it seemed like a Rebellion for the weak-minded. "Your primary goal will be to conquer the 20-plus worlds in the galaxy." [sarcasm]Wow! That's a lot of worlds [/sarcasm] Graphics are far from impressive. They do have a cartoonish look to it, and they seem to have invented few more ugly looking spaceships. Still it seems more entertaining than GB, we¿ll have some 10 more months to see what direction this takes.

Thanks Mad.

I'd like to see it used as it was in one of the Wraith Squadron books. You just get close to the droid say something like "Cold One", and have a cold beer/soft drink come out of one of it's many compartments. 2150 $AU. How's the $AU in relation to US$ or Euro?

I was going to turn the Empire into a sector wide Borg Cube and assimilate the damn reptilians. Or I could try and get James Kirk and Co and have them foil the Rapora warmachine with some help of Mr. Scotts tinkering or a Spock Palpy Mind-melding. ... Or I could let Picard and Co. bore them to death.

Tasty models... Nice scenes. They're very good!

You sometimes behave like a five-year-old, Mad. We could name you "honorary" youngest member. I believe that with 12 B&R is the youngest member around here.

I asked him to send that prog to me, once I have it I'll send it into your direction J, and of course to anyone else who's interested.

I saw that pic a few days back, it's pretty good even if I'm inclined to believe it's a composite. I found some spoiler caps from EIII here. It's in spanish, you only need to click the links, though. Just click on the Foto # XX links

It might Scath's female counterpart: Skadi. While Scath will work to correct your spelling and grammar, Skadi will correct your vocabulary and writing style.

This whole antimatter stuff is too trekky for me. Couldn't we get back to the galaxy-far-far-away and drop the antimatter guns...

IC: Sorry to keep you waiting. Vana Dorja locked her gaze with the aging smuggler. She had met him during the Vong War and had seen him once or twice after that. For herself she considered that peacetime would make the legendary Corellian age faster than he did in war situation. From his demeanor she knew that Solo considered her untrustworthy, and duplitious as he probably considered everyone else in the Empire. "You will have to gift-wrap me and send me to their landing site, Solo." Solo frowned at her defiance. "I should have you in a cell, Dorja, but I think I'll lelt you keep your secrets for now." "You are getting softer with age?" Dorja taunted him. "But I might still change my mind," Solo warned her. "This place was one of your favorite gambling places, General consider this as a gamble." Dorja allowed her voice to soften up, whilst still not cordial it was far less threatening. Solo turned at her with the intention to say something else, to which only Dorja smiled. "You would be surprised how details of your early life is employed this days. We had lots of your unofficial biographers asking for your file in the Bastion Library. " Solo snorted. "What do you have down here?" Dorja straightened. "We have a large garrison in place, our main force has been fortyfying some key areas and transportation routes. Also we built some out-of-the-way spaceports, it will not be enough for a large evacuation, but should be enough for stealthy operation. In one of them is where the bulk of the Wookiee Starfighters landed after the battle." "Secret spaceports, huh? I wonder what else you have smuggled out of here?" "Or the other way round. We have also some special communication lines in place, as we believe the Rapora will want to isolate our different groups." Solo nodded, "You should go then to your troops, I never was one to communicate aptly with stormtroopers." "Thank you, General I will not let you down." She extended her hand and revealed what seemed an overly modified comlink. "Just so you know where to find me, once the local comm relays are out." When she was gone Solo just looked at the door of the command tent, from which Ulan Shai emerged. "That's the second gamble I make," Solo let out. "What was the first?" Ulan asked. "You." Solo answered and moved into the tent. Ulan looked at the Vana Dorja who boarded her command speeder and drive away. "You are known to be a good gambler," Ulan murmured and Solo stopped in the entry of the tent. "You are right, perhaps I'll get an Idiot's Array and win this hand." OOC: I like my secrets.

We could do some money if we sold him to Jawas.

I think you are right. Probably has multiple conflicting personalities in that rusty 12MB HDD of his.

What? The next SW Trailer will be released in March and will also be in the Clone Wars Seasons 1 & 2 DVD.

Bersuit Vergarabat - Sr. Cobranza

Happy Birthday!

You're talking to yourself?

Second trailer? [Palpatine mode]Oh no, my young apprentice. You'll find that it is you who is mistaken..[/Palpatine] There hasn't been any second trailer, just a HQ version of the Lord Vader rise trailer.

Age of Empires III has been recently announced. The Screenshots look great, and it's set in the 1500-1800 time period, though it doesn't seem as it will focus on europe, instead it'll focus on the colonization of America. Screenies

Oasis - The Hindu Times

He seemed a god surrounded by ethereal figures, in the lighting of all holographic projections Oreton sought answers to his question. Ord Mantell had not been destroyed, even when the space fleets had escaped the RApora had insisted in launching a ground assault. And their cruiser had not bombarded the planet. All of which seemed strange Rapora behavior. Archaeological compendia and mythographies and mythologies of Ord Mantell gave Oreton some introduction to the world. A world of which few people had bothered to compile a history. And its scarce history and research had been lost during information cleansing during the Clone Wars. Oreton sat on the massive chair in his command room, the holotransmitter shivered once then twice before the image of Commodore Dorja materialized. Sighing he remembered how many of the ships systems were damaged or barely functional. "Commodore, is everything as expected?" Dorja, though barely discernible smiled. "Yes sir. I believe this is my last report through open channels, we have received our first notification from General Solo. All of our forces are in position." "All?" Oreton asked with surprise, he had known her to be efficient but not so efficient. "Yes, Admiral. We have moved our forces to the specified locations." "And the Rapora. They have landed." Oreton stated, triggering the required answer. "In the northern continent, as you predicted they have initially avoided any regions with extreme temparature, they have chosen a temperate area and our scouts suggest they may move towards the tropical area within a few days. In the meantime, I am hoping to establish some secure bases in the polar and desertic areas." Oreton frowned, temperature was ever a factor. No matter how technified the galaxy was, soldiers would always perform better in a terrain where they feel better. "Do so, yes. But I will not have you trap yourself in miniature Hoth." "Yes sir. We have already placed redundant communications relays, we believe the Rapora will attack the global com network within hours." "You are on you own, Commodore. You have plenty of resources at your disposal, some of your troops are officially under General Solo's command, but there are some inofficial troops at your Command. War must be won, and we need victories. May the Force be with you." Dorja smiled before killing the transmission. Oreton had been clear, there were resources on Ord Mantell that only Dorja could command. The Empire had never been honest in war, as every good sabacc player it would keep its secret safe from rivals, but even safer from friends. Dorja looked into one of the monitors before relaying some orders. *** "Kid, you have some bright ideas?" Han turned at Ulan who was checking with obvious displeasure the mechanical monitors. "Han," the Vong then turned to the Chiss General. "What's on quadrant 4-Besh-8?" "A small wookiee colony. Some of them joined the space battle in custom made starfighters..." the General checked one of the displays. "... with no losses and twenty four kills, they landed here in the vicinity for some repairs." "Wookiees?" Han asked as ideas were forming in his mind. A Jedi, a few wooks, some anti-Force mines. Perhaps thing wouldn't turn out that bad.

Did I hear dovin basal somewhere? Wait... That'd help the Rapora... I don't want ot help them... Forget what I said, these aren't the shields you are looking for. Move along.

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