Mitth_raw_nuruodo

You guys ready for a bunch or the towns in WI that share names w/ (towns in other) countries? Belgium Berlin Lebanon Leipsig (yes, I know the German one is spelled different.) Lima (New) Amsterdam (New) Lisbon London Paris Peru Rome Troy Vienna Wales (West) Sweden Windsor Wuertsburg (again, didn't survive the translation from German) York There's even a Kremlin, WI! Now, is that all? I kind of doubt it. Back on topic, I won't be able to make it to London this summer. Sorry guys.

OOC: First and foremost, it seems like I need to 'crack the whip' a little bit. Krytos, I know I said I'd PM you when finals got done. Well, I'll be honest. I forgot. Right now my plan is to have a few conversations with the captain of my flagship during the two weeks leading up to the battle with Zoot. He'll tell me in one of those conversations that there's a tracking device just begging to have someone find it. HEY! Just had a thought. You up to stowing away again? It's something that one or both of us would have to run by Paul, but if you and Paul are willing, we could put you on one of his ships. Tofu, how comes your post? Tex, I think the two of us will have to make a couple posts just to keep things relatively simple. I'll post now, we can go over yours, you can post, I'll write my next one, we'll review that, I'll post, you write, we review, you post. I'm sure an old fogy like you can understand what I'm saying. Def, where are you? You're too important of a character to just disappear now. Get your ass in here, figure out what's going on, and write your post. Paul, sit back and wait. JH, have you started writing anything yet? Did you get a look at your assignment? I might end up changing it a little bit. In fact, I will. That means I now have to edit the post I was planning on pasting in here, but I had to do some of that anyway. How does a fleet commission sound? I think a Colonel with only another 36 posts until his next promotion should be able to handle it. I won't edit you into this post until you decide. I think that's everybody, so on with the story! IC: Mitth remained in his chair as Conway walked from the room. Thirty seconds after the door closed he turned to Lt. Charles. "Thank you. You may go now." "Yes, Admiral." Mitth sat in the conference room thinking for the next couple minutes. Then he got up and started walking towards the bridge. When he walked through the door he heard an enlisted man bark out, "Admiral on the bridge!" "As you were," Mitth said. "Captain Harsh, how goes the evacuation?" "Just fine, so far. We're actually running about 25 minutes ahead of our initial projections. We should be done within the hour." "Great work, Captain. Anything else I need to know about?" "General DarthTex was trying to get a hold of you about five minutes ago. He said he was going to be busy, but Control would be able to find him." "Excellent. When the evacuation is complete, I want you to move us one light year above the galactic plane. Make sure we stay out of sensor range of Zoot's forces. Did you track Conway's ship?" "We managed to slip a tracking device onto his shuttle. We should be able to pinpoint his location anywhere in the galaxy." "How did you manage that?" "We made sure the Moff parked in a very specific spot, then released a Nuruodo tracking device. You remember the ones." "Ah, yes. The ones I patterned after Zsinj's Morrt Project. I hope it makes it to the Tarkin. Good job, Mike. Try to slip a drone into orbit around Jupiter. I want to know what Def and Zoot are doing, if at all possible. Drop another drone into orbit around Pluto. Scouts will then retrieve reports sent from the Jupiter drone to the Pluto drone, standard protocols for the scouts." "Three jumps each way. Understood, Mitth. Would you like me to call Control to find the general, or will you be doing that yourself?" "Call Control. When Tex calls back, transfer the call to my ready room. I'm heading there now." Not more than two minutes after Mitth sat down, Tex was calling. "Mitth." "Mitth, it's Tex. How did your meeting go?" "Well enough. We have a potential ally against Zoot. I don't trust him as far as I could throw him with my real arm though." "Mitth, you don't trust me as far as you could throw me with your real arm." There was a hint of humor in Tex's voice, something that caused Mitth's sarcastic mind to respond to with, "Now that is just not true, Tex! I don't trust you as far as I could throw you with my mechanical arm. I'll give you more details when we can talk in person. You understand, I'm sure. How soon will it be practical for you to get up here?" "I can leave on the next transport. You've got some good people here, Mitth. I haven't really had to do anything." "Do that then. I'll have someone meet you in the docking bay and escort you to my ready room." "Sounds good, Mitth. I'll see you soon." "Thanks, Tex. Mitth, out." After Mitth cut the connection he hit the intercom. "Captain Harsh, come to my ready room, please." When the door slid open he said, "Captain, General Tex is coming aboard on the next transport to lift from the moon. Have an escort meet him and bring him here." "Right away, Admiral. Will there be anything else?" "Not now, Mike. I'll let you know." "Sounds good, Mitth." "Once again, good work, Captain. Oh, I need the forms for Tex's promotion to Admiral. That'll be all for now." "Very well, sir." Not too long after that, Tex walked through the door. "Admiral, I'm impressed with what little I've seen of your ship so far." "Thank you, General. Have a seat. A Grand Moff Conway, claiming to lead the remnants of the Empire, contacted me and offered self-destruct codes to a Kaiser-class SSD, the Blitzkrieg. Specs I was given say it's the size of an Eclipse-class, with six times the firepower of the Executor-class that you see in Rebellion. I'm not sure of his motives, but I'm almost certain he's up to something." "He's an Imperial, and a Moff at that, of course he's up to something. Still, a Kaiser-class Destroyer. Can we really afford to go up against that? I don't know what kind of power you've got here, but I don't think you can take on that kind of firepower. What did he want for the codes?" "He wants to rescue someone taken from him. I got the impression from the way he talked about them that it was a she, and that she meant something to him. I don't think he can afford to betray us until after he's got her. He also said he was going to capture Zoot. I'm not sure he can, but I'm willing to give him a shot at it. One less Imp is a good thing in my book. By this time there's a tracking device on his Carrack. There's no way he can know about it. I designed, built, and programmed the thing, and I couldn't find it on any ship I put it on. I had every tech on Home Two looking for it, trying everything all of us could think of; no one found it. We went so far as to trace the signal. We still couldn't find it. It will find its way to Conway's flagship. "The plan is to meet with his fleet in two weeks, get into position, transmit the codes, and show up five minutes after the transmission is received. The self destruct is on a five minute timer, giving most of the crew the chance to evacuate. With the Blitzkrieg destroyed the rest of the battle should just be a mopping up action. This ship can take on, and take out, an Eclipse-class SSD. Our shields are redundant enough that in a battle with the Eclipse we can get away without suffering much in the way of hull damage, if any. Mon Remonda was an MC-80. Then there was the MC-90. The -90 was designed as a warship. The -80 was, for the most part, converted into a warship. Home Two is, essentially, an MC-150. 500 turbolaser batteries, 650 ion cannons, 30 proton torpedo tubes, 25 concussion missile batteries, 40 squadrons of XJ5 series X-Wing fighter/interceptors, and 30 squadrons of B-Wing bombers. We're also equipped with gravity-well projectors. Even with Yavin, I don't want to go against Zoot right now. Maybe if Sunfire were here. Yavin is just and MC-40. Sunfire is a Viscount-class Star Defender, roughly equivalent to an Imperial-class Star Destroyer. Maybe then we could stand a chance at Blitzkrieg, but not the rest of the fleet. We need Conway's ships. We get the remains from the battle, minus the Blitzkrieg, and Conway's current fleet. "Conway claims that he met me when he first became a Grand Moff. Back when I was an Imperial; back when my name was Thrawn. He said something about a Sith technique used to transfer memories to a cloned body being the reason I don't remember the meeting." Something in that last sentence started a little bell ringing in the back of Mitth's mind. He shook his head to clear it away. Something to think about when I've got more time. That may not happen for a couple weeks, Mitth thought. Noticing the change in his friend and commander Tex asked, "Something wrong, Admiral?" "No, just a thought. It's nothing, I'm sure." "It may be the Force acting upon you. You need to listen now. You've had this lesson before. Have you not learned it yet?" Mitth's eyes started to shift to black again. As this happened Tex said, "Yes. Let the anger build. Now take it and bury it. Hold on to that anger. You'll need it in the coming days and weeks. Now tell me your thought." Mitth buried his anger as best he could. A black ring remained around the edges of his eyes, though. I'll have to make sure he learns to watch his mouth, and not say things to deliberately piss me off. "It was more of an impression than a thought, really. It wouldn't stick around long enough to allow me to grab it to analyze. It's gone now." "Maybe we'll be able to find it again once we begin your training. We'll be spending about 15 hours a day in training, that should leave you with time to sleep and work on your shuttle, although you may have to turn fleet affairs over to Captain Harsh. I trust he's competent enough to trust him with that?" "Absolutely. He wouldn't be in command of Home Two, otherwise. However, I'm not entirely certain that a captain should be in charge of a fleet." "Admiral, you've got a young commander I met earlier today, goes by the name JediHunter. I think he's entitled to a promotion. I think a colonel should be sufficient for managing fleet affairs." "Very well," Mitth hit the intercom button. "Captain, I'll need forms for a promotion from commander to colonel." As he released the intercom Mitth heard, "Right away, Admiral." Mitth turned back to Tex and said, "Now that that's out of the way, what sort of a training regimen did you have in mind?" "Two weeks isn't nearly enough time for any truly effective training. Therefore I think your...crash course, for lack of a better term, should include moving objects around, awareness of the world around you, tapping the Dark Side power, while maintaining control, and maybe even influencing the "weak minded," if you learn things quick enough and well enough." Mitth stood up from his desk chair. As he started for the door he said, "Walk with me." The Sith and his apprentice walked from the room. As they walked across the bridge Mitth waved Captain Harsh over. "Captain, DarthTex and I will be spending much of the text two weeks in rigorous training. Contact Control and have them get Commander JediHunter up here right away. When he shows up, have someone escort him to the Force-user training room. He'll be Brevet Fleet Commander while I'm learning about the Force. In the meantime, try and get Sunfire here ASAP. In the unlikely event Zoot's forces come back, use your best judgment. The information and equipment left in that base is more important than the physical ships that form the fleet. Zoot can not get them! Try to keep interruptions to a minimum. Keep up the good work, Mike." With that the two Sith walked from the bridge, and into a large training room. Previous Force-users that had visited Home Two had used this room, and it was using their specifications that the room had originally been laid out.

I consider myself a Star Wars fan. I do my best to like everything w/ the Star Wars name on it. The prequals are something I still struggle w/, though.

OOC: Tex, I'll shoot you an email when I have a minute. We need to bounce some ideas off of eachother.

Well if you all want to get trashed, WI is the place to go. Milwaukee in particular. Milwaukee is the #1 drunkest town in the US! I could go w/ London, though.

Just remember that your family won't always be around to spend the holidays with. We need to make sure that while they are around we do get to spend time with them.

Happy holidays, my friends. Be sure to enjoy yourselves.

Good find, Verdex.

Welcome, gentlebeings. Enjoy your time on the forums.

Personally, this one is my favorite Tofu.. I've been meaning to purchase it and hang it in my office. Damn engineers. I love that site. This one is, of course, my favorite.

SOCL, I'm going to have to get out to the DC area one of these days just to go party with you. And why would you stop with only 2999 posts? Get #3000!

How about "Teach people to read..."?

I would've taken the bullet. Welcome back, Elvis.

Hey, guess what, Mad? You should look at the word "you're." You might want to make that second letter lower case. Ahh, feels great to BEAK and spam again.

Neither can I. Congrats to Rob and Mad. And with that I shall go back to lurking until after my finals are done. Bis dann, my friends.

OOC: Indeed it does, Tofu. Indeed it does.

I never tried my touchpad, but I did use both my real mouse and my tablet pen. The pen made things a hell of a lot easier.

Excellent work, everyone.

Mentally, yes. Physically, I doubt it.

I'll post mine as soon as I get back from dinner. EDIT: SOUNDTRACK TO THE LIFE OF: Joe "Tombs" Holloway Opening Credits: Peace - Weezer Waking Up: Celebrity Deathmatch - Peeping Tom First Day of School: Take the Keys to My Heart - Garth Brooks (I really need to get rid of this country music I inadvertently got from Evan...) First Kiss: Travellin Riverside Blues - Led Zeppelin Falling in Love: Born on a Different Cloud - Oasis Fight Song: Janie's Got a Gun - Aerosmith Breaking Up: Too Close to Hate - Sevendust High School: Texa$ With a Dollar Sign - Spitalfield Prom: Out in the Streets - Blondie College: Heaven Nine Eleven - Tesla Study Abroad: You Shook Me - Led Zeppelin Life: Makin Me Crazy - Tommy Lee Mental Breakdown: Anything But Jesus - Stereomud Walking Down the Street: Back Up - 12 Stones How your Husband/ Wife Feels about you: Haunt You Everyday - Weezer Driving: Shooting Star [From Straight Shooter] - Bad Company Flashback: Piano Man - Billy Joel Getting Back Together: The Pilgrim - Iron Maiden First Job: Purple Stain - Red Hot Chili Peppers Wedding:. Bwomp - Mushroomhead Birth of Child: In the Shadows - Story of the Year Vacation: Empty Chairs - Don McLean Retirement: Angel's Son - Sevendust Final Battle: Runnin Down A Dream - Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers Death Scene: Ode - Creed Funeral Song: The Longest Beginning - Nonpoint

This will be the first one that I remember. The one time I went to California during this time of the year I was depressed the whole time because they were playing Christmas music and it was 85+ degrees, no snow. I've lived my whole life in the midwest. I need snow, or else Christmas isn't worth having.

Lucky devil. I have yet to see snow here. My contribution: http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d170/Simbelmyne2/ohman2.gif

Being skinned alive one square inch at a time. This would happen after every bone in your body was broken at least once, long bones two or three times. The skinning proccess would be stretched out to take two full weeks. Breaking your bones would take two weeks as well. During the two weeks you're being skinned, you're being fed your own flesh. That concludes the first month. The second month the body gets turned over to Evo.

I'm having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I live in southwest Wisconsin. The current tempurature outside is about 43 deg. F. We had a couple chilly (between 15 and 25 degrees F) days last week. Then the forcast started calling for precipitation. The day before the 'snow' was supposed to fly the temp. jumped to the mid 40's again. I was, and still am, pissed. I'm not supposed to be able to walk around outside in December wearing jeans and a hooded sweatshirt and be comfortable, much less break a sweat. If the snow flies, I can get into the Christmas Spirit. Unless or until that happens, it's still autumn to me.

Be careful with that tactic. I've built up fleets that were capable of knocking out 8 GenCoreII's in one bombardment. I tested that by assaulting an enemy system, and filling its energy slots w/ GenCores.