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Not that big really, in some other forums I frequents folks post pctures as big as 4000x4000 resolution... As for hosting, if it's less than 1MB you could host it in http://imageshack.us, http://imagevenue.com has a maximum of 1.5MB, IIRC.

What's it size?

Actually it's more like 5002nd Post, I forgot to make this thread yesternight. WOO! Thanks Eko- for his congratulation on another thread!

OOC: Corran miniquest post. IC: Five days from the funeral of the legendary Thrawn a single X-Wing materialized in the black nothing. With a metallic hiss the s-foils opened, preparing the vessel for combat. Not that it was necessary. The single one-man fighter was alone in space, the open s-foils had been more of a precaution. The green-black X-Wing hung still in space, deciding which course to follow. “Now what, Whistler?â€

Long live nav-computer.com and Photoshop ! You wouldn't happen to have a larger version of it ?

Googled myself (Nickname) and got only a few links to SWR and to the Costa Rican SW Site. [1 - 7 de aproximadamente 9,110] Googled myself (real name) and got a mugshot of some Ohio Criminal...

Pulsar Station was not that different from the Darksaber. SO you could say it was sort of implemented.

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Quoted from a few pages back...

Cool! (On both accounts)

As if Galleons were anything but waste....

Han Solo grimaced when the brilliant orb that was Zonama Sekot occupied all space in front of his viewport. Huge patches of brown had replaced the vast green forests and fields. Clouds of black ash moved in the atmosphere overwhelming the pristine white clouds. "It's worse than it looks?" Han asked and turned to his wife. The princess with widened eyes could not help but stare at the desolation left behind by the Rapora. And that had been done over a month ago. Forests were still on fire, towns and enclaves isolated and doomed to death, as piles of dead rotted in once green fields, that Yuuzhan Vong and Ferroan alike were burning them to prevent pests and disease. "It feels worse," Leia uttered under her breath as she instinctively reached out into the Force. She felt from a distance a the presence of Jacen, Danni and Tahiri, then she tried to reach deeper to touch Sekot with her mind. Ulan's gasp came a heartbeat before hers. "What?" Han sat up, looking from Ulan to Leia. "What is it?" he repeated. "Sekot, it is..." her voice trailed off. And Ulan filled in. "Gone." *** An unusual commitive stood by the landing platform where the Falcon was due to land. Unlike other past visits there were no Yuuzhan Vong representatives to receive their most lauded son. No emissaries from Sekot nor from the Magister. Not even Tahiri or Danni Quee had been there. Only a human figure stood by, looking up at the sky waiting to greet his parents. The Milennium Falcon slowly touched the metal platform of Zonama's unofficial space port. It was the place where Luke and Mara had touched down years earlier in their attempt to recruit Zonama into the war, and where the few Sekotian fighters of Jacen and Tahiri were parked. As the landing ramp opened and the grey-haired figure of Han Solo started to come out of his ship, he just looked around and then walked in front of his son. "No welcome party, huh?" Han tried a lop-sided grin. Jacen shrugged and smiled as an answer. "It's good enough," Han smiled and hugged his son. As soon Jacen freed himself from his fathers embrace, another hug was due as his mother tightly held him. "Jacen," she said as she let him go. "I felt it, Jacen. How did it happen?" Before he answer Jacen sent a nod in Ulan Shai's who came last out of the Milennium Falcon. The Yuuzhan Vong came and shook Jacen's hand before he took a wide look around. "Where," he asked turning to Jacen, "can I find Harrar or Nas Choka?" "Nas Choka and Saba are in the Southern Hemisphere helping the Survivors, Harrar and Tahiri have been trying to get in contact with Sekot -to no avail-" he grimaced. "And Danni?" Leia asked. "She's trying to figure out how extensive the damage to Zonama was," then he moved closer to his parents and Ulan and allowed his voice to drop quieter. "She has not yet revealed this to anyone but me, but Zonama got hit much worse than it seems. The whole ecosystem is upside down, whole Bora forests were burned down with Plasma. About a third of the population died." Leia winced and her gaze shifted to the ground. "That is not all," she said as realizations and partial thoughts came to her. "The onslaught was pretty bad, but much damage has come from Sekot's withdrawal." Surprised and taken aback by his mother's perception Jacen only managed a nod. "The planet has not 'reacted' to the damage, it's then that we noticed that Sekot was gone. He did not die or pass out," Jacen said before the questions were asked. "It was more like he withdrew." "Withdrew?" Han asked looking from his son to his wife. "A big allpowerful planetary entity just withdrew? What for?" "To meditate," Ulan said queitly. It was after all a reaction much like his own would be in such a case. "That was Jabitha's guess," Jacen said. "Sekot has taken a leave in the past, this time has been longer, and we believe that he has withdrawn to meditate, to remember, whatever." Han's pressed his lips together before putting his arm around his wife and lead her to a speeder close by. His mouth opened, but his words came only a moment later. "Let's go and find Harrar and that Jabitha gal, I guess that's where you are needed, Leia."

But the less satisfactory one. I usually pack them in a Galleon and send them in a enemy 'fortress' world. If a battle ensues they'll be either captured or killed. Traitor Scum!

About the ysalamiri, you need the stupid things alive if you want their Forceblocking field active, so they cannot be pelted for force-resilient armor. Also, I think that Myrkr was trashed during the Vong War, so Ysalamiri wouldn't be in massive supply nowadays. Extreme heat or extreme cold can harm the Rapora, extreme cold can also damage the Aklasp. Liquid Nitrogen would be an interesting alternative. No doubt Stellar will prepare an appropriate contingency...

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There is another member of Yoda's Species, she is Yaddle, another Jedi Master, although she is much younger than Yoda. As for the Whills. It is not even known if the Whills are a species, a cult or something else. They are found when referred to the Journal of the Whills, in the A New Hope novelization. In the prologue rather when a phrase of Leia is quoted from the Journal of the Whills. (Something along the lines of "They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Naturally they became heroes".) So there no clear reference at all to Whills, and assuming that Yoda is one of them is a rather bold move. Yoda probably didn't exist not even as a concept when the Whills were first referred to. The Whills might be some lingering concept from Lucas's first writings, that Foster decided to build in his novelization. I think that Lucas intended the Journal to be the 'storyteller' that the whole saga would be as read from a journal or something alike, eventually I think that his mind preferred having Threepio and Artoo as the storytellers of the saga. From a 'in-universe' POV we see that the whole saga is found in the Journal of the Whills, thus the journal must have been naturally compiled after the events of the Saga took place, and we haven't seen any other Yoda like creature after ROTJ.

they are in smacker formar. You might need Bink and Smacker editting tools to watch them.

Some shorter trailers on IGN: http://media.pc.ign.com/media/713/713904/vids_1.html

On a completely non-related note: TIE Fighter ranked 9th in IGN's ranking of the best games ever. A worthy tribute to a great game. Too bad that LEC cannot tell the difference between a good game and a bad game, and thus keep turning out bad games. http://top100.ign.com/2005/001-010.html

For anyone that cares or is interested, here's some maps I made regarding the Empire. How it 'grew' after the Vong War. And how it stand as of now in the campaign. http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/5352/empire3jq.th.jpg http://img30.imageshack.us/img30/6156/empirerapo6mp.th.jpg Both maps are rather self-explainatory, I just wanted to have this for future reference. About Generis /Atrivis Sector and Dathomir, I figured those two to be at least under some partial cooperated Imperial/GFFA administration as they were important to the GFFA. Nirauan and Bastion we now that are destroy, which is why they are dimmed. The border is especulation on my part. Ah, the Garos IV Rapora offensive and the names in obvious other fonts I put in to use in the Imperial side of things. So don't worry about it, though it'd be fun if the GFFA subRPG would mention the fall/siege/anything of Garos IV.

The Galactic Empire. The Empire. The Remnant. The Rimpire. The tone or choice of words always imprinted a particular feeling when referring to it. Some spoke of it in anger and contempt, other referred to it wistfully, some with a breath of hope, others in fear. Few were the individuals that could speak of it in a neutral tone. For a regime that had officialy been created less than a century ago it had a very long and bloody history. Too many dark deeds had been executed in the name of the 'New Order'. Billions upon billions of dead to sustain and propel a corrupted regime. To propel it to glory, to power. And lastly, to propel it into their current status. The Empire was always judged by the events of the past. And sentenced, Pellaeon had said to Oreton's father. not long after the signing of the peace treaty. Sentenced to be a shadow of its former self, sentenced to suffer thorough changes. The Empire had long not been able to rely on strength and military force to secure its continued existence. The economic struggle of the Empire had been a hard road, a daily suffering to maintain itself. Partly hypocrital, deceiving and false, for it had never reflected the true condition of the Empire. War had then come and gone again, Oreton mused for himself on the bridge of his starship. In the peace after the Vong War the Empire had regained some territory, but even with its extended sectors, the Empire had not the economic power of the nearby Corporate Sector and soon had been left behind in matters of trade. The population of the Empire now lacked the fanatic devotion of past decades, the human majority had grown distant, most cared too little for the political affairs inside their frontiers. The nonhumans, were simply indifferent, they obeyed the laws of the Empire. Tainted by the promises of democracy outside of its border, many had moved out. Pellaeon had strongly emphasized the emigration as a spawn for a long-term crisis. One that Oreton now had inherited. In his absence, and with the imposture of wartaxes the morale of the average citizen had sunk another parsec. The Moff Council had little effective power to counter that, and in his absence Oreton feared that the Moff Council had used him and the military as the scapegoat for the crisis. 'What is the point of an Empire without an Emperor?' said a common catchphrase. And Oreton had spent enough time considering it carefully, moreso since his preparations for the return into the Empire. The Moff Council had never agreed to Pellaeon's decision to impose him as his successor in the role of Supreme Commander. A rank of pure military authority that because the shortcomings in the Empire's codes of law still granted him during wartime special executive powers. Some of which tempted him greatly. "I have finished reading those reports you gave me." Fel informed him. "For too long where we busy tracking down military movements and paid too little attention to the social evolution of the Empire. I would have never believed how it turned out." "Most people consider the Empire to be a region of the galaxy inhabited only by olivegreen officers and white stormtroopers." Oreton snorted quietly. "We are having the same problems everyone has. The thing now is that bigger stronger fleets will not alleviate our crisis." "Have you decided how will we return to the Empire?" Fel asked. Oreton considered. "The Council knows we are coming that much is clear. We could be there within a day, but a battledamaged Sovereign Star Destroyer will do little to appease the population. I think we will the longer tour." The Moff Council was now located on Serenno. One of the system regained by the Empire after the Vong War. A planet of a limited history and limited natural resources. Widely renowned for its gems which had been the nature of its richness, and also (in)famous for one particular citizen: The Count Dooku. "The Empire is still too much in love with its history." Fel murmured as if reading his thoughts. "It is probably the only thing they can cling too. But why would the Council choose to establish itself in the former Dooku Palace eludes me." "There is great mystique about the Clone Wars. And Dooku was Vader's predecessor." Fel shrugged. "Mystique? An appropriate euphemism for ignorance." Oreton answered and a quiet honest laugh came from behind them. Stent, former servant of the Empire of the Hand and of Thrawn's Household. "Ignorance became the key to victory for Palpatine, both sides never learnt that their enemy was also their leader." Stent nodded his head as one that suddenly remembers something. "Thrawn once compared the Clone Wars to a particular Chiss Stageplay." Oreton laughed in good humor. The Clone Wars had after all been a staged wars, were none of the protagonists learned that they were only playing the parts assigned for them. Something, Oreton hoped, that history would not allow to repeat itself. "There is something I wanted to speak about, Grand Admiral." Stent asked politely. Oreton frowned softly. "Go on." "The Dorja issue. You are following a particular agenda because of political considerations. But I advise to dispatch at least a special intelligence team to overview the 'recuperation' of Commodore Dorja." Oreton tapped two fingers against the metal, an unvoluntary movement that slipped whenever he was thinking. Dorja was another one of the topics that rarely left his mind. The nature and means of his 'removal' from Ord Mantell were a mystery, as was her reappearance near Yaga Minor. "It is something I have been giving some thought, for official and personal reasons," Oreton allowed himself a pause that defied the piercing gaze of the Chiss. "I am afraid, that due to the circumstances surrounding the Commodore a more thorough 'debriefing' might be out of place. "Vana Dorja has become a focal point for policital interests." "Regrettable." Fel quickly interceded. "Yes," Oreton continued. "And right now the Empire is as explosive as a Bothan Family Gathering, if we move to eagerly against her and label her as an enemy we could run the risk of a grave defeat against the Moff Council." "But if we don't, we risk something far more dangerous." Stent mentioned. "What?" Oreton raised an eyebrow. "We do not know what they may have taken from her mind," Fel smiled grimly. "Or what was put inside." Stent complemented. Fel summed his thoughts into one dreadful word. "Lusankya." *** Deception.Aggression.Betrayal.Fear. That was taught to her. The shadows of the Dark Side continued to whisper her in the dark. Seducing her, tempting her, although she had already hearkened to their call. Her will bended, her allegiances had become nothing more than a mask. Deception.Aggression.Betrayal.Fear. Those were her weapons. Her defenses. Her essence. Her mind raced. All thoughts pointed to the same four words. Deception.Aggression.Betrayal.Fear. What had 'he' asked her to do. She owed him her allegiance. Did she not? She used to wonder his motives. What had driven him. But now she knew. Deception.Aggression.Betrayal.Fear. She had a duty to perform. She was meant to kill, to destroy and vanquish her foes. Her mantle would be deception, betrayal and fear would be her arms. Aggression the motivation that lay behind her. Cold and deadly, terrible and furious.

I read a summary of this book on another board. It's the messageboard from njoe.com It's more elaborate than BadSams so it might drive some of the confusion away. They also have some interesting threads to read about 'Legacy' and other Post-NJO. Personally, I am not much into this post-NJO stuff. I feel it's lost the Star Wars feeling, and with insectoid villians. They are always the worst, always plagued of the same stereotypes -hive mind-... Plus more characters from the Young Jedi brats books. Yuck!

Actually they were involved, as Stellar pointed out there was a former senator [Crockett], who was a 'independente agent'...cough... mercenary... working for President Jackson among the colonists who were just brought there to die and justify any further action. There were also some other shadowy figures like Fannin and Bowie. Following the purchase of Lousiana, the US needed more room for settler and colonists to move in, so partly one could say that the whole Texas revolution and independence was imported from the US through agents and colonists. Why Texas? Because the frontier of New Spain were blurry, that whole territory is a wasteland, and Mexicans much like the Spanish before them had never had the need to clear them. If you have a close look at the Texan Declaration of independence, the vast majority of the people that signed were US Americans, the whole thing was even redacted by a close friend of President Jackson. Sure there were some settlers, and even a couple of Mexicans, but the adquisition of Texas was a political maneuver undertaken by the US government greatly aided by 'independent agents'. That would have been too much. No matter how much of an idiot Santa Anna was it would have been impossible for the US to take whole Mexico by military means. On the other hand in th 1850's we do have more 'independent agent's' ...cough...mercenaries trying to invade the countries of Central America...

Yup, he was in the 26-28 range, which make him 57-59 range in ANH, which is consistent with Sir Alec Guiness age when he shot the movie (he was 61 then, I think). But age does not seem too much of an issue in the Star Wars galaxy.

Yup! I knew which is why I only mentioned Lando and Talon as maybe having something up their sleeves, which is left for you to elaborate. Meanwhile Booster is mine for the taking and to complete Corran's miniplot: Pirates of the Hydian: The curse of the Errant Venture! Featuring Booster Terrik in the role of undead captain. I do have a little something for the Errant Venture in the long run which I think I can eventually tie into the Imperial side of things, but before I'll keep busy with Corran allowing myself to jump between subRPGs... As for the Mandalorians, I left their part on the dinner open enough in case you wanted to have them say something. But a quiet discreet participation seems to fit with their style. Lastly regarding the BoE SubRPG: OOC: Hadn't the Rapora blown taken Yaga Minor? Or blown it to bits and pieces...? I think I'll use the allpowerful and corrupted Edit tool and change the planet to some other world in what little remains of my Empire. Now good old Dorja will go to Serenno. Dooku's homeworld, one of the Imperial systems more distant from the Unknown Regions. And though it was not part of the NJO Imperial Remnant, I believe we had somewhere, somewhen agreed that the Empire had gained much territory after the war against the Yuuzhan Vong.