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OOC: I still want to use my Ewok but I'll see what happens. Thanks anyway Krytos. Her are you posting in the other forum, we have started the global plot so you may want to keep up with it.

The shadows are my friend, for in them I find comfort.

But when it comes to war, I'll be with you in a minute.

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OOC: Hey Jess - I've been trying to keep up with both sites, though my homework has been getting the better of me. I'm going to try and start there, though I wont be there much.

Speaking of which - don't excpect to see me here to much for at least a week :cry:

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OOC: Damn real life...I'm here. Let me get caught up on the new characters, and I'll catch up my end of things. Especially with a few folks gone for a bit, we'll have some slowdown anyway.

 

Speaking of which, this role-play getting big enough to need its own OOC forum? What's everybody think?

"I...I don't believe it!"

"THAT is why you fail."

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Yeah, sounds good. It'll make it a lot easier to talk about and get stuff organised.

 

IC: Karn and Captain Kre'Nel enterd the turbolift that would take them down the the ship's cargo bay. This would be their first meeting to discuss their intellegence gathering mission and how they were going about it. Kre'Nel was coming down as well to make sure everything was in order in the cargo bay.

"Sir, do you know anything about this new technology the Imperials are using?" Kre'Nel pipped up.

"Not really, well not in prticular. During the Rebellion the Imperial's were always cooking some new peice of technology up to stop us. Though now that the Rebel Alliance has moved onto the New Republic, they're fighting a new war on leveller terms.

Towards the end of the Emperor's life, there was a few Imperial research facilities working on jamming equipment to foil the Alliance's hit and run tactics. It's most likely a heavily modified version of one of these jammers."

Kre'Nel took in the information with ease as all Bothan's do. And, as always, her responce was straight to the point.

"Do you or the New Republic posses knowlledge on the workings of these jammers?"

"Me? Not a clue. And I don't think the New Republic ever got their hands on this technology, then again I don't think they would tell us if they did."

Before either could continue the conversation, the doors on the lift slid open revealing the cargo bay of his ship. It had been significantly altered since the last time he had seen it. The open areas had been filled with a range of equipment, droids and personal. It looked like there was at least fifteen others down here.

Standing with his back turned to the elevator, and looking at some of the equipment, was Sergeant Brandei. Karn and Kre'Nel exited the turbolift and headed over towards Brandei.

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Alex looked back and stiffened to attention as Karn and Kre'nel walked over in his direction.

 

"Sir, all of the equipment is set up and functioning well; the new Fabritech suite they gave you is one nice piece of equipment."

 

"I've had some thoughts on what may be going on, but it's going to be tough to deal with without a lot of simulations and a lot of number-crunching. How much do you know about scanners, sir? About how they do what they do, that is."

"I...I don't believe it!"

"THAT is why you fail."

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Alex looked back and stiffened to attention as Karn and Kre'nel walked over in his direction.

 

"Sir, all of the equipment is set up and functioning well; the new Fabritech suite they gave you is one nice piece of equipment."

 

"I've had some thoughts on what may be going on, but it's going to be tough to deal with without a lot of simulations and a lot of number-crunching. How much do you know about scanners, sir? About how they do what they do, that is."

"I...I don't believe it!"

"THAT is why you fail."

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IC as Drelin:

 

"So that's the mission, gentlemen" he said, addressing the civilian captains attached to the task force. "We need those Imperials cleared off the surface as soon as possible so we can conduct our own business without looking over our shoulders every 10 minutes. I'd prefer captures whenever possible, but don't let someone get away for fear of hurting him, either. Coordinate with Ulic Horn on the Reckless Wonder; he's had a bit of a head start on you, and will be heading up this mission for us."

 

Turning to Arten, he said "Well, captain, you have a couple of choices. You can either participate in this mission, after which we'll return your ship, no questions asked, along with a fairly substantial bonus from the Republic for your assistance, or we can conduct a thorough search of your ship and background, contact the government on Hefi to find out what might be contraband down there, and go from there. I hate to blackmail you this way, but I need competent people who won't be traced immediately back to the Republic."

 

While he waited for Arten's reply, the Alderaan's captain signalled an incoming transmission from Hefi.

 

"Excuse me a moment while you consider, captain. This is General Drelin, commanding Republic Task Force Envoy. How can I be of service?"

"I...I don't believe it!"

"THAT is why you fail."

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Less than two standard hours later Ulic Horn's lumbering ship docked on board the Reckless Wonder, his team gathered. It consisted of only two other non-Republic memebers but they'd surely help get the job done. His co-pilot continued with the repairs and Ulic made his way to the brifing room and went off in search of Derlin.

"It's not my fault!"

"Oh yeah? What's in it for me?"

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Arten paused for a moment, considering his options. He was fairly confident that the idiot republic captian and his crew wouldn't be able to find any evidence of his cargo if they had looked, but the offer of a 'substantial reward' seemed too good to refuse. On the other hand though, this captain would probably have no second thoughts of screewing him over once the job was done.

 

In the end, the implied compliment about needing 'competent people' won him over.

 

"Sir, I hate to think that you can't trust me, since I'm such an honest, well meaning, charit..."

 

"Cut the crap and get to the point."

 

"I'd be delighted to join the mission, Sir."

 

Despite the outward appearence of trustworthiness, Arten was already planning his escape route.

"I thank you, my friend, for it is in your death that the Scorekeeper finds my true worth."

 

-T'char, to the recently deceased Admiral Torin Khel

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IC as Iodit

 

Head Councillor Iodit Thrumium "General, this is HeadCouncillor Iodit Thrumium of Hefi... I am the official leader of Hefi. I was just inquiring as to the reason you needed such a... large fleet... to negotiate... that was the deal. Just negotiation, a single ship no greater strenght then Mon Calamari Cruiser.

And for your information, we invited the Imperials here... the single strike cruiser was the force that was authorized, but they brought in additional... at least they had the good heart not to bring them into the system."

 

"Secondly, are you going to be the diplomat representitive? You are authorized to send a single shuttle down to the planet. Our own defense forces will provide escort. No Fighters are to enter the atmosphere, understand?"

 

"Finally... hang on a second."

Iodit glanced over to his right as General Mulroon entered.

 

"Uh sir, we're picking up intermittent IFF contacts on the far side of our moon... i don't think the rebels can see them, our ground station's are more powerful, but we can't identify them."

 

Iodit sighed. "Your kidding me. Launch the ready fighters, and call up our secondary pilots. ETA until merc group 2 arrives?"

 

"2 hours sir," Mulroon replied.

 

"Very well, send the flight of 4 out to scout out the moon... fire only if fired upon."

 

The general saluted and walked out.

 

"Apologies General. Send down your shuttle with your representatives. You may give it a flight of 4 escort down to the planet, but then they must return to there ships. Our own flight of 4 has to pick up some supplies. Understand?"

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Jon rocketed skywards, Tara clipped right in behind him.

"Sorry we're late... what's the sitrep Scearcy?"

 

"Possible enemies behind the moon. We're to scout it out. NR forces should know we're clean."

 

"Roger, tighten it up. Jeff, patch into ground control, get me what there seeing."

 

The group of 4 fell in, at max speed.

 

"Sir, transmitting now," came Jeff's voice. He glanced at his sensors. Small blips kept appearing, then disappearing, just as rapidly.

 

"What the hell is this? Alright, ETA 30 seconds. Stay frosty."

 

They drew closer.

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As Drelin:

 

"I apologize for the unexpected size of our task force, Head Councilman. Advance scouting of your system indicated an Imperial presence, and in our experience, that generally indicates an increased need for security, whether they're here at your invitation or no. Your invitation wouldn't stop them from firing on us out of principle."

 

"As for transporting Ambassador Bandi down to the surface, I'm afraid that is impossible while there are Imperial troops at large; again, they wouldn't think twice about killing or capturing our ambassador. I will arrange to have Ambassador Bandi himself contact you to work out an acceptable time to meet once we've satisfied our security concerns. In the meantime, we have identified your security forces, recognize their right to operate, and will do our best to stay clear of them."

 

Iodit? That's not fair. I just know I'm going to slip up and call him "Idiot" before this whole thing is over.

 

Terminating the transmission, he said out loud, to nobody in particular, "I suck at diplomacy".

 

Turning to Arten, he said "Well, Captain, I'll let you get to it. My crew will arrange a shuttle for you over to the Reckless Wonder, where Horn is setting up the mission."

 

As the Alderaan's captain came up behind him, Drelin said "Much as I hate to, we'd better get the Ambassador up here to talk to these people."

 

"Yes, sir. One question, though: what happens when the Hefians find our operatives down there rounding up the Imperials?"

 

Drelin sighed. "That's why I only sent the civilians, Olan. I hate hanging people out to dry, I really do, but if it comes down to it, that's precisely what we're going to have to do."

"I...I don't believe it!"

"THAT is why you fail."

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Hunt Bandi was the new Ambassitor for the Republic and his reputation was a good one, not just because of his records on deeling in the diplomatic world but also the nasty temper that showed its face quite regulaly.

 

The commlink that Ambassitor Bandi had asked for was handed to him ten quick seconds later. Bandi took it gruffly and turned it on.

 

"General Drelin," he spoke in to the commlink. No he did not speak it he spat it. "Put General Drelin on line," he commanded. The person on the other end of the commlink started to protest but was quickly cut off.

 

"NOW," Bandi shouted. There was a quick scurrying and a knock on a door then an, "excuss me, General Drelin?" Bandi sat at his desk impatiently, tapping his fingers on the hard wood. His face was in no way pleasent looking and any officers that entered the room quickly moved back out again.

 

Bundi waited, he hated waiting, but at the moment that was all he could do.

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But when it comes to war, I'll be with you in a minute.

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Ulic walked into Derlin's office as Derlin spoke into the comlink and Ulic took a seat waiting for Derlin to finish the call. In the mean time he himself quietly made a call to check on the status of the crew and repairs on his ship.

"It's not my fault!"

"Oh yeah? What's in it for me?"

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"Heads up... we have contacts." As they closed with the unknown contacts they had slowly become clearer.

At last his computer got him the identity of one of them.

"Nebulon-B... IFF claims it to be the abdicator. Check the holonet, find out who its allied to Jeff."

 

He lead the flight to swing away from the moon.... he wanted to had time to get moving if they were spotted.

 

"Got 2... A-Wings, mark II... Oldies," said Scearcy over the comm. "We also have a half dozen light freighters... none of them are ringing a bell... though they're flying with military precision. Looks like we have New Republic forces."

 

Jeff then said, "Abdicator recently defected to the Alliance according to the holonet..."

 

A pause as they came into view. They were very distant, Jon could just make out a light freighter. Suddenly they scattered.

 

Jon glanced at his sensors. "Spotted... The freighters are scattering. A-Wings are closing... i have 2 more launching from the Abdicator..." Jon did some quick math is his head.

 

"2 Flight, turn back, head back to base. Stay inside 1.5 kilometers of us. Tara, stick tight, we're closing." Jon flicked a switch and his S-Foils deployed. 5 kilometers out... wished he could fire. His torpedoes had a 5km range, there concussions were only 4...

4 kilometers away...

Rattler screamed behind him. A lock.

"Scatter, 2 flight, lock em up." Rattler screamed again... incoming, 7 seconds away. Jon flew away for 3 seconds before chopping the throttle to zero, inverting and opening up. The single missile exploded brilliantly. Beside him, Tara skillfully dove out of the way and the missile flew by, calculated it wouldn't hit and exploded.

 

"1 away!" called out Scearcy. One down... they had 20 seconds to gun down the second A-Wing... or else they'd have to take on the next... 6 fighters... 4 of them looked like TIE fighters... but they had shields. A sign of a newly defected ship. 2 flight was closer though...

 

"2 flight, back to base. Stand off firing Tara." Jon whipped the X-Wing around, settled the crosshairs over it and waited for Rattler to get a lock... the beeping increased until it rang solid.

"1 away," he said as he pulled the trigger. It exploded brilliantly. "Back to base... full speed, all power to it."

Jon transfered lasers, shields, and pretty much all other power to the engines. The X-Wing leaped ahead to that almost equal of an A-Wing.

 

Behind him, the A-Wings turned back.

 

"We're clear... Stay away from the Republic forces. We'll wait until we're on the ground to report... stay frosty. Any idea why they screwed up our sensors?"

 

Scearcy came back almost immediatly. "Sir, they had a radar dish on the moon... it was brodcasting weird frequencies. Something to do with Oscillations... and all of those freighters IFF's were logged to land within the next few hours... a way to insert into the city."

 

Oh shit... "Contact, ground control. Have armed infantry meet every shuttle that lands... make sure they're clean."

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IC as Iodit

 

"WHAT!" Iodit was nearly yelling at Muloor in front of him. "You mean that a New Republic Ship fired upon us! Are you sure?"

 

General Muloor nodded gravely. "Yes sir... They had freighters that were supposed to land... They undoubtably won't now though.. I have put in the security effects i told you about... But the real question is what do we do about the Republic... Our second mercanaries are waiting a 2 minute Hyperspace jump away, and there modified Carrack Cruiser and fighters could hurt them... but theres no way they'd survive. And our second group isn't several weeks away!"

 

Iodit sighed and sat down. "We will continue as normal. Leave the starport security in place. Return the X-Wings to Standby... What's the probability the Republic picked up the engagement? Just in case it wasn't them."

 

Muloor shrugged. "Theres no way they could know the exact details of the fight. They could of picked up the missile launches, and quite possible the destruction of the 2 A-Wings would be noticed... though we're 95% sure it was the republic. So they know anyways."

 

Iodit sighed again... "Nothing must be leaked... the Republic must not know anything on the subject."

 

The general saluted and turned to leave.

 

"One more thing general... how's the ambassador?"

 

Muloor smiled. "He's doing fine sir. He's very happy that we're keeping him here and letting him negotiate with us despite his forces being driven off. If we go with them, he has promised the additional strenght of an Imperial and a Victory II destroyer to help us drive off the rebels..."

 

"And the agents?"

 

"We've picked up 3... we're having them tailed. We hope they lead to something more. We know theres many more though sir. Anything else?"

 

Iodit shook his head, Muloor saluted again and left.

Playing 2 sides off against each other wasn't easy... but the benefits could be huge...

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"Well, I've got a rough idea on how scanners work. Anyway, we've got a handful of techs to help us if we get stuck. Now, I was going to start our little meeting by inquiring how exactly we're going to investigate the signals if there aren't any Imperials around? We can't wait here for ever, just hoping they show . . . "

 

Karn was cut short as the room's lights shut down and were replaced by several red lights and a warning klaxons. Kre'nel was already heading to the turbolift as Karn called out for a report on what was going on.

"Sit rep!"

"Sir," a technician at one of the consoles in the cargo hold called out. "Long range scanners are picking up an intermediate signal. It’s too weak to pinpoint or verify – though the signal suggests that there is a large number of vessels towards sector 224.04.003. The signal appears to in the vicinity of the moon. We are unable to get any other information on the signal . . . Sir, the contacts have disappeared!â€

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Arten stood, quietly fuming as he waited for the captian to finish his call. Make me fly on the Nova Dream? In that pile of scrap? To make the captian of a perfectly operable freighter a passenger on some tea merchant's sorry excuse for a ship? The cheek!

 

Sensing that it probably wasn't a good time to be interrupting the captain if he wanted to have any hope of getting his ship back, he instead settled for casting accusing stares at the captain's back as he waited, making it clear that he was one unhappy customer.

 

OOC - No offense Ulic, I'm sure the Dream is a beautiful ship, it's just that Arten doesn't agree with me...

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"I thank you, my friend, for it is in your death that the Scorekeeper finds my true worth."

 

-T'char, to the recently deceased Admiral Torin Khel

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OOC: T'Char, the Reckless Wonderer is my frigate :wink:

Ulic's freighter is the Nova Dream - I'm guessing your meeting up on my frigate to get things organised before setting off for Hefi, or whatever it is that your character is planning on doing . . .

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OOC: Okay enough of the hog wash lets get back to the story.

 

BIC:

 

When Drelin finally came on the line Hunt was beyond waiting.

 

"Yes, Ambassador, what can I do for you?" Drelin said.

 

Hunt was in no pleasent mood.

"What the hell is going on? I should be on the planet making civil arrangement for peace, not sitting here talking to the likes of you. I want to know what the hold up is and how long it will take so I can at least call the local authorities and tell them what the hold up is. It would save them calling you."

 

Hunt was not going to wait for a reply.

"I want to be on the planet by 1500 hours. Is that possible?" he more said then asked. As he waited for Drelin's reply one of his officers walked in, placed a note on his desk and then walked back out again.

The shadows are my friend, for in them I find comfort.

But when it comes to war, I'll be with you in a minute.

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OOC - Oops! :oops:

I do know what you mean tho Ulic - My other main character (T'char) flies a corellian YV-666. Beautiful craft.

 

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The captain was still at it, conversing with some cranky politician or ambassador or something.

 

Still feeling dangerously furious, Arten gave up on waiting for the captain and stormed off to his ship. If he was going to have to fly in that sorry excuse for a spaceship, he was going to need to be well prepared...

"I thank you, my friend, for it is in your death that the Scorekeeper finds my true worth."

 

-T'char, to the recently deceased Admiral Torin Khel

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Ulic was once again, trying despertly to find time to work on his limbered ship. He was back up topside attempting to repalce another panel near the man gun well, the rest of his temporary crew was working on the interior. After a very brief conversation with the General Ulic wasn't to happy. He still wasn't reciving the technicaians he so despertly needed on the aging ship, and since time was running short he was working hard. He only had but a few hours before he was to travel planetside....

"It's not my fault!"

"Oh yeah? What's in it for me?"

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