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Post by Jackie on Feb 22, 2015 18:30:43 GMT -5
It has been five years since the destruction of the second Death Star and the sundering of the Galactic Empire. While hardly dead, the Empire is reeling from the loss of its leader and, most recently, of its ingenious Grand Admiral Thrawn. The Rebellion has settled into The New Republic and has begun establishing its benevolent rule across the galaxy. Of course, all is not perfect, as a great deal of the Imperial Remnant continues to hold on with choking grip to what regions it still controls, and even outside of this several independent groups continue to resist, most notably the Hutts. However, while war is still a presence in the galaxy at large, the worst of it seems to have passed for the average citizen and daily life has begun to normalize, though political turbulence is still a slight issue. As for the Jedi, Luke Skywalker has begun rebuilding the order, but it is a pale reflection of its former self and is barely more than a fledgling organization; however, the few Jedi which exist have become beloved knights and diplomats for the Republic.
However, recently the underworld has begun whisperings, wild things which no normal being would find credulous. Some tales speak of a man twisted and misshapen, his face a patchwork as if created not by nature but by some lunatic scientist, possessed of the strength to sunder warships. Others speak of a elegant masked figure, his every gait one of precise calculation, his voice one of chilling charisma, his every word a perfect maneuver. Others speak of a fleet of ragtag ships, no craft greater than a Clone Wars-era battleship, sweeping into a system, obliterating local defenses, pillaging everything that isn't nailed down, then disappearing without a trace. None know whether these are wild flights of fancy or some looming threat on the horizon, but some have begun referencing this force by that of an ancient Trandoshan warlord, one whose forces were as invisible as a breath on the wind: Iishaan.
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Post by Jackie on Feb 22, 2015 18:32:54 GMT -5
This had to be arguably the best diplomatic mission Sera had been sent on in the time she'd been serving the Jedi Order. 'Best' meaning she was half way through the day and not ready to put the barrel of her blaster pistol to her own head. Then again, it wasn't like she was in the presence of any stuffy, 'high class' politicians this time around, playing the 'kiss ass and act enamored' game. It was an outreach mission, which, in her opinion, were significantly less crappy jobs than your standard ambassatorial trips. The planet she found herself on didn't even have a name in the Republic's libraries yet, it had just been designated XB-1395, a terran planet in the habitable zone of it's star. Of course the denizens of the world had their own name for it, 'Illiad' they called it. It was a world that was defined by agriculture, just as Coruscant was one giant city, it seemed Illiad was one giant farm populated almost exclusively by humans. It's capital city didn't even number over 100,000, instead the planet's population remained scattered all over the planet in towns and communities ranging from a few dozen individuals to upwards of a couple of thousand.
In many ways it reminded Sera of Naboo, albeit with less biomes, forests and plains were pretty much all that made up Illiad, save for it's polar ice caps and a handful of oceans and seas. One wouldn't be to far out of line in calling it a paradise for those that were content with simple lives. The Republic had been eager to add Illiad to it's ranks, not so much because it was a garden world, but rather because of it's location. Sitting in a remote system extremely close to Imperial territory, the planet would make an invaluable staging ground for launching attacks into Imperial space. Unfortunately for the Republic, the planets previous elected leader venomously refused any overtures to get them to join the Republic. From what Sera had been told, that same man, in his 70's and with a chronic heart condition, had died from natural causes in his bed a few months earlier. The newly elected leader was apparently much more open to the prospect of joining the Republic.
With nearly every other one of it's Knight's busy on other tasks, Sera had been chosen by the Order to visit the planet and discuss the process of adding Illiad to the Republic's ranks in more detail. Namely what they could expect, the protection they would receive, the prime reasons the Republic wished for them to join, essentially running through all the pros and cons of such an arrangement. Sera had been greeted by a very warm reception upon landing her starfighter at one of the few starports on the planet. She'd go on to spend the morning and most of the afternoon speaking with Illiad's leader and his advisors, enjoying breakfast and lunch with them, and touring a vast portion of the immediate area, learning a great deal about the planet's history, as well as the history of it's people. Dare say Sera was actually enjoying her time here. The food was delicious, the sights beautiful, the people friendly and hospitable (those she'd met anyways), just a genuinely nice place. It made her feel less like an ambassador and more like a welcomed guest, a friend of the community, and Sera was sure to let them know how much she appreciated the overtures.
Sunset was fast approaching, and the young Knight found herself settling down for a community feast in a small village just north of the planet's capital city, 'Getting a taste of average life on Illiad' so it had been put. Sera wasn't about to complain, and she would spend the time chatting with the locals, learning a great deal about daily life on the planet, and they in turn learning a great deal about the Jedi and the Republic.
Little did she, or any of them, know of the dark cloud on the horizon, and of the terror that would soon fall upon them...
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 22, 2015 20:14:53 GMT -5
The target had stood in a large arched corridor, four associates with him. They were discussing something, although The Hunter couldn't care less what they were talking about. Just another official, another notch barely worth her belt. However, this mission was a favor, and by a favor she meant that her employer was promising her information on the Jedi.
She was drawn out of her thoughts when two of the targets associates departed, leaving three left. She waited as the clatter of footsteps slowly faded away, then took a deep breath.
A mysterious figure dropped from the roof of the arched corridor, and within seconds the three men were dead.
'Another false lead.' Naomi thought to herself, as she stood silently in the shower, washing the blood from her hair and body. The bastard paid for his deception at least, with three fingers, one for each kill. Naomi slowly brought the flowing water to a stop, grabbing her towel and relaxing on the couch. For a moment, she reflected on what she had done. She had essentially killed the three for no reason, and others would surely suffer in the absence of the man.
Not her problem though. The fool should have either learnt to protect himself or hired more guards.
She heard a small clatter at the door and immediately unsheathed the vibroblade from her robotic hand. She stood by the door for some time, waiting for any potential ambushers to grow impatient. Nothing. She carefully opened the door, the warm city air blowing inside. No-one. On her doorstep was a package. She sighed in relief.
'Just a job.' She picked up the small box, glancing around for any sign of the person who had dropped it off. Again Naomi felt the warm city air creeping over her bare skin, and she realized she had forgotten to put any clothes on. With a yelp, she hurried pack inside, slamming the door behind her.
The box had contained a holo disk and a set of co-ordinates. A cloaked figure with an obviously distorted voice was requesting her to come to an Outer Rim system, on the moon of a young agricultural planet. There she would receive her contract.
She pondered the disk for a period. Too shady to be Rebel, and too secretive to be Imperial. Maybe just a new potential employer? No, she wasnt reputable enough yet.
Maybe...maybe it was a trap. Set by the Jedi. Naomi snarled.
'Let them come. I shall spring their trap and I shall end them.' And with that resolution in mind, she took another step into the Starport, a solitary masked figure in search of a shuttle.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 22, 2015 22:19:24 GMT -5
To Dench 'ial the force is singular yet dynamic, to attach labels like "Light" and "Dark" to it is hearsay. The force is holistic it's complex, it lives, and breaths, it is neither good nor evil, and it exists in every living creature, even a scrawny Jawa like Dench.
It is with the catalyst that is the force that even the most humble of creatures can become the most bitter, and most gruesome of fighters, and there is no greater embodiment of this then Dench, and the worst part is that Dench only pursued his own interest, and today his interest was set on one planet, one little spec of dust in butt-fuck-nowhere. But this planet, 'Illiad' the natives called it was experiencing excitement today, that planet was to be visited by a diplomat of the republic, and when Dench heard of this news he pounced on the opportunity to stop it.
Little known to most people Dench had a heavy political agenda which he tried to assume on the galaxy and anyway to promote this idea Denche believed there was no room in the galaxy for large overarching unions like the republic, Dench simply wanted planets to control themselves independently, and he would achieve this agenda by any means necessary, and today those means would become evident.
Dench had recently sent out a message to a noteworthy assassin he was recommended to. He told her to meet him at the moon of the planet, and that he would be hovering above it in his ship (a run-down YT-1300). So now it was simply time for him to wait, and ponder, but instead all he did was worry. Dench knew virtually nothing of the diplomat sent to the planet, and his knowledge of the assassin he was hiring was very limited, as far as he knew the assassin would only attempt to rob him and flee town, after grappling with this thought he laughed to himself, and fingered the button his self-manufactured lightsaber. Dench was confident in his own abilities, and figured there was no way any two-bid assassin could take down a Jedi of his stature.
Dench's transport ship slowly orbited the dark side of the tiny moon of the illiad. floating in solitude, and waiting intrusion.
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Post by aardvarklord on Feb 23, 2015 0:22:32 GMT -5
Hrmm... that was a foreboding feeling. It was a rare day that Torrin felt the distinctive bend in the Force which signified one with the ear to hear and eyes to see, his personal apprentices notwithstanding. The common man is deaf to the eternal thunder of trillions of heartbeats, blind to the mighty currents which flow from all things both living and machine. To feel the Force bend to meet one such individual was a rare treat, like laying on an open field and getting to watch a meteorite streaking its way across. Yet, this time he could sense that his destination had much more than a single stone disrupting it. And... it wasn't the usual gentle rippling of one of the children calling themselves jedi either, these were far different souls. Though... of what nature, he couldn't say. Regardless, it was enough to catch the general's interest.
Opening his eyes, Torrin took a deep breath and spoke aloud to his guards without looking that way, "Have the fleet halt short of '1395, something's not right." Immediately his ears would be greeted by a reptilian confirmation as the trandoshan showed himself out. That left one more trandoshan and two human guards, two Force sensitive, neither trained. Huffing to himself, he got up from his kneeling position and walked over to a very special safe. Torrin's meditation quarters were peculiar, not the elegant beauty of a Jedi temple nor the predatory harshness of Sith location, this place was designed with candle-like lights about it and a single marble-like mosaic on the floor, several abstract sculptures scattered about like miniature gargoyles peering down on the city they were meant to protect. Upon the ceiling was what appeared to be a chandelier made entirely of metal with a few small candle-like crystals scattered throughout. On the back wall was the vault, an enormous thing the size of a small room, which he would open after ordering his guards to look away. The door slid open, and he examined the innumerable geometric objects within before pulling out a single magenta cube with silver markings. Yes, this would do nicely to mask his approach. At least for now.
After closing the vault and grabbing his mask from its pedestal, the general would head to the bridge to check on affairs, glad to see that the fleet had exited hyperspace appropriately far away, their target star brighter than normal, but hardly close. The captain, a remarkably well-spoken twi'lek man, approached calmly and saluted him, "We are one hundred light days from XB-1395, sir. I assume this is an appropriate distance for our staging area?"
Smiling thinly beneath his mask, Torrin responded plainly, "Indeed. Have the fleet stand by, there was an anomaly of sorts I would like to investigate in person." It was clear from the look on the captain's face that he was bit alarmed, but Torrin would wave it off calmly. "It is likely nothing of consequence," he lied smoothly, "but I would rather be cautious just the same."
The captain's expression lightened at that and he would salute their leader. "Very well sir. We will be ready when you call."
"I will expect nothing less." With that, he made his way back down to the hangar bay and to his trusty old shuttle. Perhaps it had been a waste of time to do this in person rather than remotely, but Torrin preferred seeing things for himself when at all possible, and those Force... anomalies as he'd put it, spooked him a little. He wasn't frightened, but it was definitely enough to make him wary of a trap. Without further delay, the general and his personal guard boarded the Vagabond and headed for Illiad, Torrin meditating in a miniature recreation of his main chamber the whole time.
When he would arrive, the Force users would most definitely feel something, but rather than his actual presence they would pick up what seemed to be a hollow echo, similarly to how voices sound when transmitted through a metal tube. As for Torrin himself and the shuttle, they simply waited a distance from the moon, quietly waiting, the craft's sensors reaching out and the mind listening for more of what had alarmed him so greatly in the first place.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 26, 2015 6:02:05 GMT -5
((It's been 3 days. Should we skip or give Endi another?))
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Post by GuardsGhost on Feb 26, 2015 10:53:44 GMT -5
((Skip, his character would be on Zel or another Republic ship anyway. Just my advice))
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Post by Endicott on Feb 26, 2015 11:38:52 GMT -5
((Didn't even know it was my turn, but like GG said I want this particular character to not be involved in this business since I'll be on Zel's ship.))
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Post by Jackie on Feb 26, 2015 22:50:09 GMT -5
Sera had been idly chatting with one of the townsfolk when 'it' hit her. If not for how unusual this particular reverberation within the Force felt, the young woman likely wouldn't have even batted an eyelash. The Force was a mysterious thing, and Sera knew that even though she could harness it's power to some extents and recognize some of it's many signatures and the like, a great deal of it was still unknown to her, unknown to the galaxy as a whole in fact. This ripple felt... odd however, it was reminiscent of an echo, but at the same time it wasn't. It was damned confusing is what it was. The woman she'd been chatting with quickly became aware that something had grabbed Sera's attention, unable to feel the reverberations herself, and would ask the Jedi if everything was alright. It would pull Sera out of her thoughts however, and she would smile and wave the incident off, assuring the woman all was well. Whatever it had been was fleeting, and didn't give Sera cause for alarm, so she'd let it go and return her attention the conversation at hand.
A short while later, the young woman would find herself sitting down to a feast with the rest of the community, and the merry making would continue along without a hitch as the sun slowly slinked further and further towards the horizon, while Illiad's one moon became brighter and brighter with each passing minute.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 27, 2015 1:19:08 GMT -5
Naomi had 'commandeered' a craft while in the Spaceport. She had found a particularly speedy looking vessel, and had asked if they would take her to her destination - the planet known as Illiad. When they refused, she offered them credits. When they refused that she offered the only thing she had left to trade. Their lives.
Eager to keep their heads attached to their necks, they had agreed to take her to Illiad, although the armed guards had required a bit of 'convincing'. The small but sleek-looking craft silently left the port, zooming off into darkness with a sudden lurch that Naomi had not yet grown use to. As she put a hand to her stomach to steady herself, as she whispered quietly into her mask.
"This is gonna be a long trip."
As they reached closer to the planet Illiad, Naomi had time to ponder. What if someone else was calling out for her? A Sith? An acquaintance of her late mentor? No, couldn't be. She was definitely over thinking in. She had never been that much of a thinker. She followed her instincts.
Naomi idly flicked her Vibroblade in and out, boredom gripping into her. She had given credits to the pilot of the vessel, insisting she would pay him, but besides that had done nothing during the flight. She stood up and move to a nearby viewing monitor, the now rather large shape of Illiad growing closer. Her destination however, was the planets moon. She still had to stop an outburst of excitement at the site, letting out a stifled 'Mmm'.
Without realizing it, a slight feeling of dread had been creeping in the back of her thoughts. Like that of a Felucian beast creeping up on her. She turned around to find the source of the feeling, but nothing was there. Naomi then felt a vague chill down her spine, and then it was all gone. She wondered if she had just imagined it, but she knew she hadn't. That same feeling had saved her life many times back home and she would trust it more than her eyes any day.
The ship touched down on the moon, on the outskirts of some ragged and desolate settlement. Naomi soon departed, wanting to get a better look at the place. Contrast to the beautiful green planet it orbited, Illiad's moon was a craggy husk, with both fauna and flora scarce. Mainly, it was rocks. Rocks, boulders and more rocks.
She made her way towards the co-ordinates of the meeting point, skirting around the town (although she was unsure if it had enough members to be considered such), as it's few inhabitants closed doors and windows with her passing. She kind of liked the place. Survivable, but inhospitable, just like her home.
Once she reached the specified location, she found a small cove of rocks to hide in, content to find out who her contractor was before they met face-to-face.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 27, 2015 2:09:12 GMT -5
((Let me know if you aren't okay with my description of the moon or anything.))
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Feb 27, 2015 21:34:50 GMT -5
The dark side of the moon slowly came under the influence of the rays of the sun, and Dench realized it was time to meet the assassin, he lowered the landing gear of his ship, and slowly touched down onto the moons surface near their supposed meeting point.
He grew concerned, unsure of whether or not his contact would be able to live up to the standards he would set in place. It would be no easy task to track down a diplomat, that could be anywhere, on the moss covered pebble that was Iliad. To make things harder the assassin would have to be working with a time crunch, which meant that he would have to not only find, and observe the diplomat, but then also track down one of the higher-ups of the planet, kill him/her, frame the diplomat for murdering that official. And finish all of that before the leaders of the planet sign any treaties with the public.
Just thinking about that list of duties made Dench mentally exhausted, but his train of thought was randomly, and suddenly derailed after he felt an ever-so-slight disturbance. He was unable to put his finger on it. Dench never trained to intently on the skill of sensing other force users and preferred utilizing his time learning more "practical" skills. Little did he know the sensation he was feeling was that of a force disturbance.
Approximately 30 minutes had passed after Dench had landed that he eventually decided to exit his ship, and see if there was anyone around. He grabbed his cape, and rapped it completely around his body, and then pulled his hood over his face. The ramp of his ship slowly lowered to the surface of the planet, and Dench stepped out, he kept his hands held gently close to his chest, and slowly left the safety of his metal cocoon.
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Post by aardvarklord on Feb 28, 2015 20:23:07 GMT -5
Hrmm... such a weak response. Strange that such turbulent waters would bear so little fruit. Torrin was actually disappointed, he almost hoped that he would be able to attract the attention of a Force user to his shuttle, perhaps get someone he could have a legitimate, intelligent conversation with. He was tired of dodging jedi, he didn't want to antagonize the Order until all was ready, and the members themselves seemed to be so naive and childish. Yet, he knew that these three pin-pricks were more than simply Force sensitive individuals, but actual users. Two of them felt truly wild, flames like a great wroshyr tree put to the torch, one of which was fledgling, a star likely to burn itself out before its prime. He needed Force users, especially if he did wind up gaining the attention of the Jedi Order, but at the same time he did not wish to use potassium if he was to be dancing near a river. The other though... at first he thought it a jedi, as it had the same peaceful feeling, but he discovered there was a... undercurrent, a turbulent roughness to it which felt as if two rivers were running together, one of which was attempting to halt the other. It intrigued the general, made him genuinely curious.
He should investigate this, but not until the situation is pacified. Slowly his ship began to mark military targets near the capital city, and he personally marked a DO NOT FIRE zone around the individual he had sensed on the ground and the tandem sources on the moon, and placed a CAPTURE marker on the "jedi." And then, once he felt confident that all was ready, he sent the order out for the fleet to resume approach. It would take a little time for them to get back up and moving, and in the meantime he continued meditating, debating on his personal course of action, and listening for both the Force users and for something approaching in the distance.
[Last post before invasion]
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Post by GuardsGhost on Mar 1, 2015 2:29:51 GMT -5
His eyes opened slowly to the bright blue lights, blinking against his sleep. He groaned, stretching out of the thin blanket that lay over his bunk. All around him, others were waking up. His legs swung out of the cot and he opened up his personal locker, removing the black cadets uniform worn by all his fellows at the Academy. His motions were quick and precise, and he was fully dressed in a minute, walking out the door as he pulled down his cap. He had spent the last five years of his life in this place. One of thousands of cadets. They were to be the cream of the Imperial officer corps, pilots, ship, and perhaps even fleet commanders some day.
Today would answer that question.
Along with his fellow classmates in his program, he marched into the large theater like hall. The Commodore and his other teachers stood up on that stand, and Cadet Priden recognized them all. Even the stranger who stood up on the stage. Admiral Jelvs. A man Bafful had spent his academic career admiring and studying. His heart rate quickened as he listened to the mans speech extolling the virtues of the Imperial Navy, and the new order.
"And remember, gentlemen! We are servants of the Empire, and nothing will ever change that! When governors accept bribes, or cowards flee from danger, the Navy will carry the torch into the darkness! HAIL TO THE EMPEROR!"
Every Cadet in the hall clicked their heels together in a thunderous roar, shouting as one voice; "HAIL!"
"You will receive your assignments after you leave this hall. From this day forth, you are no longer children..you are officers of the greatest fighting force ever assembled. Dismissed!"
With one cheer, thousands of hats were thrown into the air as more cogs in the war machine were put into place.
When Bafful received his assignment, he couldnt believe his eyes. By order of Admiral Jelvs, he had been assigned to the mans flagship as his second in command of his flagship, an Imperial II class star destroyer, the Indomitable.
That night, he and his fellow friends toasted eachother and their new assignments, many remarking on Baffuls good fortune to be assigned to such a prestigous post so early in his career.
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Bafful knelt next to the older man, feeling cold. His throat had gone raw from screaming for the medics. The bridge was in chaos as all around them the battle raged. They had gone to this pitiful moon to guard the Emperors secret weapon. And the traitors had shown up soon after.
The Mon Calamari Cruisers turbolasers opened fire again, and the bridge shook. Bafful clung to his mentor, as if he could keep the older man alive through sheer force of will. "We're winning sir, just hang in there. The medics will be here soon.." He whispered hoarsely, then shouted again. "WHERE ARE THE KRIFFING MEDICS? I'LL SHOOT THEM IF THEY DONT COME HERE!" His voice was filled with a desperate anger, and the Admiral shook his head.
Baffuls jacket was gripped as the old man whispered to him. "You...are in...charge now..this battle is lost...the deathstar...is destroyed..." A flash of steel appeared in his cloudy eyes. "But..the war..is not over...carry...the torch..Captain...the bridge is yours..I-..I.." The Admiral gasped, and Bafful's eyes widened. "Sir..? Sir!" He shook the older man, tears mixing with the blood that had trailed from the cut on his forehead. He stood, backing away from the body as he looked around the bridge.
And then on the Imperial fleet being destroyed before his eyes. Already ships were fleeing the wrath of the traitors into hyperspace, and with a sour taste in his mouth Bafful spoke to the crew over the intercom.
"Prepare to jump into hyperspace..set coordinates.."
And the rest was stars.
He woke to bright blue lights, laying in the spacious bed a Captains quarters provided. Captain Bafful Priden became dimly aware of his holocommunicator beeping. He switched it on, and his adjuntant and security guard appeared, saluting. "Sir, sorry to wake you sir."
Bafful returned the salute easily, "Good..whatever time it is Kers. What's this about then?"
"Orders from Command, Cap'n, forwarding them to you now."
Bafful slowly moved out of bed as his coms shut off. He meticulously dressed himself in the uniform of his navy, pinning the Captains color bar code to his chest as the data transferred to his personal pad.
The datapad beeped as he snapped his gloves on, and he retrieved it. He examined his orders, and a thin smile twisted across his face.
Shortly after, he emerged on the bridge, striding over to where he would stand. He held a cup of Caf in his hands, sipping from it with his datapad held underneath his arm. He lowered the cup, and smiled, leaning over to press the button on the intercom. "Crewmen of the Indomitable and the Fourty-Second Legion's personnel, this is your Captain speaking. We have received orders from Imperial Command. The frontier planet of Illiad has gone through a regime change, the current planetary governor expressing interest in joining with the reactionary rebel government, the so called 'New Republic'. This planet rests in Imperial space, and could become a strategic threat to us if the New Republic is allowed to gain it as a foothold. We have been ordered to dissuade or destroy these rabble rousers, we will carry the torch to them and we will use it to purhe the treason from their planet. Two Victory II frigates will be providing us with token support." He paused, taking a deep breath.
"Gentlemen, we are at war. Prep for Hyperspace Jump."
The veteran crew went about their tasks with a speedy determination born of years at their tasks. Bafful folded his hands behind his back, smiling into space as blue stars flashed around him.
They emerged from Hyper Space approaching Illiad, the two frigates joining them in an escort formation.
The Indomitables TIE bomber compliment scrambled as the Star Destroyer approached the planet, sensors picking up the primary points of possible resistance.
The Citizens of Illiad would know that the Empire had returned as Bafful sent a transmission to the planetary relay, shuttles of Imperial army soldiers descending on the planet.
"Citizens of Illiad, to those of you hearing this signal, I am Captain Bafful Priden of the Imperial Navy. For decades your planet has lived under Imperial protection, and we allowed you to live at peace, with little interference. But..your rulers have chosen to open talks with the terrorist government that has occupied Coruscant, the so called 'New Republic'. If you wish to save yourselves and your planet from conflict, you will turn over your government officials and any New Republic agents on the planet. You will welcome the soldiers of General Bragg, and provide no resistance..or I will turn your planet into a desert and name it peace." The transmission ended.
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Post by Jackie on Mar 1, 2015 16:30:29 GMT -5
After the communal supper had ended, Sera had found herself ready to retire. The Jedi would accompany her hosts back to the Capital city. After arriving back at the starport, Sera would conclude the night with a smile and many handshakes as she made to part ways with the officials for the night, their business to pick up again in the morning. Arrangements had been made for the Jedi to stay at a nearby inn, and after collecting some personal belongings from her starfighter, Sera would board a shuttle heading that way. Like the rest of the buildings on the planet, the inn in question was simple, very quaint and very cozy, and of course paid for in full by her hosts. The reception was warm, and after chatting for a few minutes with the older man behind the desk, Sera would take her room key and head for her designated room. Once inside, the Jedi would lock the door behind her and get her things set away and go about her nightly routine. After sitting on the bed, a very audible 'Ahhhh.' would sound as Sera removed her boots. It had been a busy day, and a fun one all things considered, but the softness of the bed and a good sleep were calling to her. As she stripped off her armor, Sera would notice a garment hanging on the back of door to the room. Upon going over to it, Sera would discover it was a nightgown made of the fibers of one of the local plants. The name of the plant eluded the Jedi now, but from what she'd been told it's properties were similar to silk, it was lightweight and very soft, not to mention it was one of the planets primary exports.
Sera would regard the garment thoughtfully for a few moments as she ran her hands over the material. Normally she was a tank-top and panties kinda gal as far as sleepwear went, but what the hell she figured as she took the nightgown off the hook. After stripping down and slipping into her new sleepwear, Sera would head towards the bathroom to take care of her nightly routine, clean her teeth and brush her hair and all that. When that was concluded, the Jedi would turn off the lights and turn in, her saber and blaster resting on the nightstand next to the bed.
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Sera would wake to the sounds of shouts and someone beating on her door, alarmed but retaining her composure, Sera would take hold of her pistol from it's spot on the nightstand and would make her way to the door. Upon cracking it and peeking outside, she would find the older man that had been running the front desk, and she would open the door fully. The man was clearly panicked, but before Sera could ask what was wrong, he was laying it on her. "The Imperials are invading!" The sentence hit the young woman like a fist to the gut, but before she could question the validity of this claim, he'd produced a small recording device.
"Citizens of Illiad, to those of you hearing this signal, I am Captain Bafful Priden of the Imperial Navy. For decades your planet has lived under Imperial protection, and we allowed you to live at peace, with little interference. But..your rulers have chosen to open talks with the terrorist government that has occupied Coruscant, the so called 'New Republic'. If you wish to save yourselves and your planet from conflict, you will turn over your government officials and any New Republic agents on the planet. You will welcome the soldiers of General Bragg, and provide no resistance..or I will turn your planet into a desert and name it peace."
The words made Sera's blood go cold, the young Jedi almost couldn't comprehend what she was hearing. Of course the Order and Republic knew the Imperials wouldn't just allow such a blatant threat to their territory go unchecked, which was why they'd taken precautions and attempted to keep the talks under wraps, not wanting to announce anything officially until a fleet could be sent out to Illiad to protect it. Somehow the Imperials had found out though, and they clearly weren't going to sit by and let the Republic make the first move. Before her mind could race very far, the old man would speak again. "I called you a shuttle as soon as I heard the transmission, it should be here in a few minutes, you have to get somewhere safe." Sera would retreat back into her room, leaving the door wide open for the man to enter. "Unfortunately there likely isn't anywhere safe on this planet anymore." The woman would reply as she went about gathering together all of her belongings, not even sparing any time to slip out of her nightwear, she would do that in the shuttle. "Listen carefully to me." The Jedi would continue as she exited the room with the inn keeper, making for the main entrance. "Should the Imperials come here asking questions, do not deceive them. Tell them whatever they wish to know, though I called the shuttle and not you." The elderly man looked rather confused by this, clearly he'd assumed Sera would have wanted him to do the exact opposite and lead the Imperials astray, fortunately she would explain herself as they neared the front door. "You've already done me a great service by warning me sir, doing anything more may very well get you killed when the Imperial's eventually find out about it, and I don't wish to live with that on my concious. Just do as the Imperials say and offer no resistance, that is your best option right now." The man was clearly not pleased by this, but would nod his understanding, much to Sera's relief. Mere moments after stepping outside in the the warm night air, a small shuttle would come screeching in. After climbing inside, Sera would instruct the driver to take her to the nearest communication relay that allowed off world encrypted transmissions.
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The ride felt like it had been much longer than a few minutes, news reports were coming in over the shuttles comms about the first waves of Imperial troops landing. Sera knew she didn't have much time, communication relays would be priority targets for capture, so the Jedi had to act fast. As soon as the shuttle touched down, Sera, fully dressed with blaster on her hip and saber on her belt, would leap out and run into the facility. 'Pandemonium' was the optimum word for the situation, personnel were rushing to and fro, those that hadn't fled to see to their families of course. After getting a hold of someone, Sera would be led to a terminal further in the facility where she could send out a long range broadcast. Once at a terminal sufficient to do the job, Sera would get the necessary encryptions in place before broadcasting. The signal was aimed towards Coruscant, but truthfully anyone in the system with means to crack the encryption would have been able to hear the message. "This is Jedi Knight Sierra Altomar, broadcasting from planet XB-1395. We are under Imperial invasion, I repeat, the Empire is invading XB-1395 in force. I need IMMEDIATE fleet support, size of the Imperial fleet is not known at this time." Sera would go on to repeat the message 2 more times, again using her designated fake name, that way the Imperials wouldn't know her real identity right off the bat and the Order back on Coruscant would know she wasn't fucking around, provided the message got through of course.
After closing that channel, Sera would manage to get in contact with Illiad's prime minister. The relief in the man's voice was clear. "Master Jedi! I feared perhaps the Imperials had already captured you. I'm moving to a secure location and rallying our forces now, we'll teach these bastards that they invaded the wrong planet." "NO!" Sera would blurt out. "Order your forces to stand down, DO NOT engage the Imperials, have them stand down immediately!" The Prime Minister didn't much like this, and he was sure to let Sera know about it. "Surrender?! We can fight them though, we have a military, we can-." He wouldn't get far before the Jedi cut him off. "No, you've got a peacekeeping force, the Imperials have a trained military! They will crush your defenses and fire on civilian targets if you resist. I'm not asking you to turn yourself or the others in your government over, I'm just begging you to not take military action, for your people's sake."
Sera's words would be met with silence, and for a moment she feared the man wouldn't listen to her pleas. Much to her relief, he would speak up suddenly, albeit a bit grudgingly. "As you say Jedi, I just hope you are right about this. Take care of yourself, I pray we'll both live long enough to see each other again when this is over." And with that the transmission would end.
As the Imperial's descended, they would encounter no resistance from Illiad's standing ground forces, and her air force would remain grounded as well.
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