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They do fire torps. Only they do fire them after a capship has lost it's shields.

Ah yes... The Lingerie Commerciall Download you must.

If you are posting your are not studying for midterm nor going to class...

I haven't seen the film, nor do I think I will. I'm not much of a McDonalds fan or fast food for that matter (awful Soy stuff...ugh), it's more expensive and doesn't taste as good as "real" food.

When he first stepped into the room, he believed to be prepared to confront the scene that would play out ahead of him. The dozens of Military Medical Droids, the sour odor of Bacta and the stark white decoration were the same in every single medical clinic in Imperial Space. The tall human in his white suit, and his Ithorian assitant did not seem out of place either. "Ah, Admiral Oreton." The doctor said as he stretched his hand at him. "We have been waiting for you." Oreton wondered for the second who the 'we' implied. "And you are?" Athien in a white ceremonial suit enigmatically smiled at the doctor, who shrugged her negligence off and led them to a special room. On a metallic bed, with bacta patches and special devices attached to his body lay Grand Admiral Pellaeon. The white clothing was not too distant from the uniform entitled to his as Supreme Commander of the Imperial forces. With his eyes closed, his expression was that of a dead person. For a single moment Oreton pictured the death of the patriarch of the Imperial Fleet, a man that had seen so many battles, Pellaeon was mortal. The man that wore the expression of a pleased old man, was as vulnerable to death as he was. Luckily a motion of Pellaeon's hand, interrupted his thinking. Like an anchor it held him to the reality of the moment, Pellaeon was alive. The two eyes opened, at first unfocused they narrowed as he turned his head to Oreton. An attempt at a smile was on Pellaeon's face. "Baros?" Oreton nodded. Pellaeon's gaze then focused on a small cabinet on the opposite side of the bed. Oreton looked at it questioningly, and Pellaeon outstretched a finger. "He wants something in the cabinet," Athien said and opened the cabinet. A few datachips and a single black case were within. She took out the black case and presented it to the ancient Grand Admiral, who stared hard at her. He said nothing, but Oreton knew that Pellaeon had guessed who she was. "Yes, he lives." Oreton confirmed, and there was another smile on the old man's face. "Open it." Pellaeon ordered and Baros Oreton obeyed. Inside were twelve colored square pieces. Six blue ones, three red, and three gold pieces. A Grand Admiral's insignia. "Sir?" Oreton turned to him. "The Empire is in your hands, Baros." Pellaeon responded to an unasked question. "Thank you, sir." Oreton answered and with that the ancient Admiral closed his eyes again. Oreton stood up and Athien kept close to him. The doctor joined him. "He had been waiting for your arrival for days. Every time he woke up he would ask for your presence." "How is he?" "You saw him yourself, he is weak, very weak. He is old as well, and his body has started to fail him. Bacta could recover most of the organs, but there is no real cure against old age. If he survives he would be tied to a hover chair, unless he chooses to have limb replacements." "He would never want to become another Vader. Do as much as your science can do for him, he deserves a better death than pass away tied to so many machines." "Yes, sir." Oreton led Athien out of the room. "You are Supreme Commander of Imperial Forces now, Baros. Will this change your intended projects." "No, the Empire shall thrive in darkness for a while. A few of my fleets will harass the Rapora in the vicinity and defend some world of medium importance. I will still go with you into the Unknown Regions." "Any particular reason?" "Because if I want to see the Empire free of the Rapora threat I must learn how to defeat them the next time we meet." "And how would that be?" "To learn directly from the greatest tactician in the galaxy. Your father." "A war cannot be solely won by sublime goals, undoubtedly you will have Imperious refitted according to UDA Standards?" She asked. "Without doubt, Athien." Within an hour the Sovereign Star Destroyer joined the Freedom of Thought in their deep-space rendezvous point and from there they started their way into the Unknown Regions.

Or you can call him a monkey regardless, it will be only slightly less fun than toying with RebEd.

Actually I don't use it that much, and the maximum of invites I had was six, only that each time I invited someone and got their confirmation mail, I had the invitation back. Yahoo and Hotmail, unsurprisingly, qualify GMail Invitations as spam, so you may have to look for them in your spam folder.

Switzerland isn't part of the EU so it'd be natural for Mad to have francs, not Euros.

The returning invitations? I've invited plenty of people and always have the same six invitations left.

OOC: Anywhere in Galactic Alliance space, just point your sqadron towards the core and you will find a place, hopefullly.

You are a good graphic designer, but you still need to work on that spanish!

OOC: You might ask Darky for a commission in the Alliance Fleet, considering Mad's next mission as latrine wench there will be an opening for command positions.

Perhaps NIIIC's father is a rich swiss banker. Don't give up hope, eventually will get a swiss banker to make donations for dweeby web communities like ours. Try taking your home PC on a public bus in a third world country. Aghaaaaa!!!!!! I think my mind's eye was blinded after reading this... Jahled you sick man!!! I'll have nightmares today... Probably your most skillful deduction.

What's worse Mad? Me editting your posts or have Scath give you a grammar lesson?

Unlike most of us, Scath does have a job, one that requires him to be in touch with potent computers. Plus he didn't say he owned them only that he used them. So as an astromech he only plugs himself into the Mac Astromech port to access the site.

When someone politely asks Evaders or Igor to put it up for him.

OOC: After Bastion the Rapora better go and annoy the GFFA for a while. IC: Admiral Oreton frowned at the holographic projection. "Resurrector has arrived," he heard Onolovav whisper. The bridge of Imperious (OOC: Oreton has always been in his Sovereign, the SSDs were of Pellaeon's fleet) was a mess, wounded officers still crewed the many consoles of the bridge, every one of them refusing to be defeated. "What is the status on the evacuation vessels?" "Seventy-two percent, sir. Most of the freighters are out. The corvettes and light frigates are finishing their uploads. The planet is almost deserted." Oreton frowned. Barely over two-thirds, it was not enough, he would not sacrifice them. But he was running out of choices, the projected battle-plan could not be implemented in the beginning, the battlefield had turned into chaos. The Imperial formation had been broken, several Destroyers were disabled or adrift. Grand Admiral Pellaeon's Chimaera had received a direct hit, it's command tower almost pulverized. Pellaeon was reported to be alive, but unconscious and Oreton had ordered Chimaera to abandon the engagement. Commodore Dorja and Captain Yagen's groups had annihilated the Vagaari forces and were moving to lend assitance to the Imperious. Alone the Chiss's UDA Fleet continued to seriously damage the Rapora. The Rapora had finally managed to engage the Viscount and were draining her shields. The Galactic Alliance taskforce had almost entirely been reduced to debris. "Move us to lend aid to the Viscount," Oreton ordered. Immediately a huge beam cut through space ahead of him. For a moment dozens of agonizing voices were heard in the comm, followed by the pyrotechnics of an explosion. Oreton grabbed the armrest of his chair, as the energy wave sent Imperious off their course. Overheated metal debris catapulted by the explosion of the Imperial Destroyers bombarded the hull of the Imperious. "Resurrector has fired. We have lost seven Star Destroyers." Onolovav noted as soon as he stood up. The Admiral detected a knot in his throat. So many dead companions. "Hull integrity is reaching a critical level." "There is the enemy I had wanted to avoid." Oreton murmured to himself. "Issue a recall order for the fighters," Oreton whispered. "Prepare for withdrawal, relay orders to the UDA Fleet and the Galactic Alliance fleet." "Athien, start your withdrawal." Oreton ordered. "We will escort you out," the Chiss Commodore replied and Oreton saw her ships maneuver to escort positions around the Imperial fleet. Less than a dozen Imperial ships and two Alliance vessel started to turn away from the planet. Turning their back to the thousands still trapped on Bastion. The UDA Fleet, almost intact, had succeeded in opening a gap for their withdrawal. A single almost derelict Sovereign class Destroyer, three Imperial Deuces, three Victory-Destroyer, a lonely Alleigance Destroyer, a Dominator Interdictor, and an Immobilizer Interdictor was what remained of the Imperial Fleet. Heavy-hearted turned at the rear viewport to see the dimishing sphere that was Bastion for a last time. As he felt the motion of the hyperjump accelaration, he knew that Bastion would join Bilbringi, Endor and Yavin in the history of the greatest fiascos of the Imperial Fleet. *** Ulan grimaced as the cockpit hatch opened above him. In the nearly empty hangar he heard the echo of a metallic sound and saw a helmet bounce on the floor. Ulan caught the helmet in midair and drew it to him. "This was the reason why my forefathers preferred death in battle opposed to the frustration of retreat." The Yuuzhan Vong warrior said. Outside of the magcon field he saw the stars fade into the shapes of hyperspace. Bastion was now behind them. Jaina came to his fighter and outstretched her arms to take the helmet. "I hate this, failure after failure and everytime more people die. Not only soldiers, but the people that could not make it off Bastion. So many deaths." Jagged Fel in his dark grey flying suit joined the two Jedi and held Jaina in his arms. "It will be alright, Jaina." He whispered into her ear. The words needed to be said after such a battle, weakened considerably by the Force-shock of so many deaths in matter of the few minutes. Ulan grunted as he jumped off the cockpit of his fighter. "Dry your tears, and heal your wounds, Jaina Solo. Be prepared, as this war will be cruel and long. Take." The Yuuzhan Vong opened his hand and revealed a small object on his palm. "What is it?" she asked and Fel too looked at it curiously. It looked like a jewel, but shaped in such a beautiful organic way, its color was red-orange and as mesmerizing as a flame. "A gift by Nas Choka when I left Zonama Sekot. It is a Sekotian Flamecoral, the Yuuzhan Vong see in it the neverfaltering flame of a warrior, may it help you find the strength entitled to you Sword of the Jedi. "Thank you, Ulan." She said as she took it in her hand. *** The bridge seemed a grave, except for captain Onolovav, Ioor, Jamie Dorja, Arien Yage, Baron Fel, the Jedi, Athien and him, only droids crewed the different consoles. At the past exit point in hyperspace, Oreton had asked to be joined by both of his fellow commanders. "Our losses were significant, even if our production at the secret facilities progresses unhindered it will take us full months to rebuild our fleet. Not too mention the loss of personnel, which will be the most difficult to replace." Onolovav said as he looked over the figures sketched on his datapad. "Where will the Imperial fleet retreat to?" Ioor asked. "I cannot tell you General," Oreton said and underlined his decision. "It is of paramount importance that the existence of our retreats is confined to a handful of persons. Even most of the refugees establishing colonies will not know for certain where they are." "So the Empire is gone?" Athien asked. "For the time-being yes. Our systems were never vastly populated, nor of great importance. With Bastion, Bilbringi and Yaga Minor in enemy hands, I would expect the Rapora to leave most of the other smaller worlds alone." Oreton explained. "If they don't I'm releasing in official channels that the Imperial refugees have settle in Wildspace alone the Corellian Run." "On the other side of the galaxy?" Dorja asked. "Yes, Pellaeon and I had agreed on that. A handful of badly Imperial vessel under your command will be removed there, to give some veracity to the rumors." "Pellaeon, what about him?" Yage wondered. "I have received word that he is in a very bad shape. If he survives he will be tied to a hoverchair for the rest of his life. The doctors, of course aren't even that optimistic. He is barely conscious and has asked to speak to me." Oreton wondered. "A rendezvous with the Chimaera will be my first stop, then I will join Athien and Baron Fel in the Unknown Regions." "What about us?" Jaina asked. "The Jedi, I believe do not take orders from any of the present here. You must do what you believe is correct." Athien answered. "I will return to Denon with General Ioor." Jaina decided. "I will go to Zonama Sekot and talk to my Master and present the events to the Council of Sekot, then I will fight under the UDA's banner." "It is decided then."

I know that my friend, but since I'm living here. It's first among equals for me.

Indeed, Paul has been around for a very long time, he deserves his own rank.

OOC: He deserves that. Of course that depends if he survives... In every problem lies an opportunity. Pellaeon had told him those exact words when he had been given his first command.Now more than ever he hoped to find an opportunity. The Galactic Alliance had precipitated their attack into the Rapora formation, thus forcing the Rapora to halt away from Bastion. The Chiss fleet, which had been their surprise element had exited hyperspace to far away from the Raporan fleet, and without an angle of attack to do as much damage as Thrawn had projected. Oreton's group now moved below the Alliance and the Raporan fleet hoping to do some damage, but the Raporan fleet readjusted their formation to deny the Imperials and the Chiss a clear shot at their weaker points. Baron Fel and his wing of Missile Boats were keeping the Raporan fighters busy. Behind them close to Bastion, Pellaeon's Star Destroyer fleet hung in expectation as hundreds of corvettes and freighters completed the evacuation of the planet. Oreton knew that the Rapora had gotten a signal off the system, and expected the next waves of Raporan craft, including the Resurrector to exit hyperspace closer to Pellaeon's fleet, while the Chiss-Imperial-Alliance forces still dealt with the first fleet. "Freedom of Thought has destroyed a Kar Lur Cruiser," Onolovav reported. "Alliance forces reduces to thirty percent." Oreton sighed, "Tell her to lend support to the Alliance forces. Have you calculated the most likely entry vectors for the Rapora?" "Yes, as per your orders two interdictors have been moved to the positions. Baron Fel has taken part of his fighter group to clear the intercepting Raporan fighters." "What about the Jedi?" Oreton asked, the two fighter element had attracted a lot of enemy attention, something Oreton had used to draw some of the Raporan fighters closer to the UDA Forces. "They are keeping close to Freedom of Thought, as projected. Both of them are intact." "Baros," another voice came from the comm. "The evacuation is at 38 percent, I am moving my fleet closer to the Interdictors." "You will not stand a chance against the Resurrector, sir." Oreton answered. "The Interdictors will not stand a chance against them either. Two Super Star Destroyers should at least delay them a bit." "Admiral," another voice joined the conversation. "I have a suggestion, as soon as the Resurrector hypers into system the Chiss forces will do a micro-jump and be drawn out by the Interdictors. There is a chance we might to do some minor damage to the Resurrector." "How will you jump if you are trapped in this pandemonium?" Oreton asked. "Our cloaking system also works as a phasing cloak, we are able to pass through matter. Even in hyperspace (OOC: Don't know if they could actually do it in hyperspace, if they couldn't they know can.)." "Don't hyper immediately when Resurrector arrives, allow them to take a shot at us," Pellaeon said. "Baros, you will power up grav wells and we will hyper as soon as we detect a high energy concentration from their fleet and thus reinforce your group in attacking their first fleet." "That of course depends if you can at least temporarily disable or delay the Resurrector," Oreton frowned. "There are only two individuals lucky enough to achieve this," Athien suggested. "The Jedi." Oreton concluded. "Athien, if you cannot do damage to the Resurrector do as much damage to their Vagaari reinforcements and withdraw. There would be no sense to remain here." "We are moving." Pellaeon said. "Evacuation at forty-nine percent." Both transmissions cut off. "Captain?" A Kar Lur cruiser is drifting. "Galactic Alliance Forces have lost another cruiser." "Move us to exchange fire with that Kar Lur Cruiser, have Sentinel and Dormant Warrior move to block their withdrawal." Oreton asked focused again in the battle around him. OOC: There goes. Not sure if I made it any better or just made it worse. I don't know if the Resurrector has a particular weak point, I just hope that the two Jedi and the UDA fleet can do something.

The General Secretary of the OEA (Organization of American States, continental organization) is a former Costa Rican president: Miguel Angel Rodríguez. During his mandate, the Costa Rican Institute for Electricity and Telecommunications awarded the contract for cell-phone lines to Alcatel. It has been recently discovered that Alcatel paid a considerable prize to the Costa Rican government for choosing them over Sony Ericsson and Siemens. About 60% of that prize went into the personal bank account of that president. Miguel Angel, of course, denies it and refuses to renounce his position, despite the overwhelming proofs. The public prosecutors are analyzing if they can demand him, in his position as General Secretary, and if they cannot, the Costa Rican President will ask his renounce to the OEA directly. Much of the same is expected to be unconvered if they analyze deeper into the awarding of the ADSL contract to Sony Ericsson. Of course they were awarded to Sony Ericsson, only after Sony Ericsson invited the director board of the Institute of Telecommunications to a week-long vacation in Prague. And another wealthy prize.

I have a Radeon 7500, and it's in my laptop. Which makes it kinda hard to get a better one. Plus I'm broke!

And there aren't that many Hungarian -English online translators...

Yet another game I cannot play. Crappy Video Card.

You'll probably be demoted to Ship's Cook Assistant. You'll need to make at least 5K Posts to become a Lieutenant.