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Post by General_Trageton » Thu Jan 01, 2009 9:22 pm

Trivaan IV was a medium sized planet at the borders tothe outer rim. Lush green vegetation covered the major part of its three isolated continents. Its population, the Trivashee were an amphibic-humanoid species, mainly occupied with farming and the breeding of all sorts of edible creatures.

While the system had used to be independant before the Mandalorian takeover its already tiny defense force had mostly been destroyed during the invasion. Therefore - and due to Emperor Trageton's diplomatic efforts the Trivashee government had gladly accepted their new ESS authority and protection. Along with Trivaan seven more independant star systems and a good part of the former Mandalorian Empire had been commited to the ESS. And so by now the Empire of the Seven Suns covered roughly thirty star systems and a couple of asteroid clusters, which had been released for mining operations. While the actual name wasn't accurate to the actual numbers anymore, one had decided to leave it as it was, referring to the seven original systems, on which the Empire had been founded.

The ESS Sovereign hung in space above Trivaan. It was the first of a new class of heavy ESS battlecruisers. Derrived from the successful Dominance-class the Sovereign had shifted its focus from holding capacity to combatability. The huge ventral docking complex, which had made up a large portion of its predecessor's bow section, had been removed and replaced by a solid and fully armored bow like other battlecruisers and dreadnaughts of this design, leaving only a couple of smaller launch bays along the bow's center line. Along with the increased armor and weaponry the installation of a pair of fusion cannons provided an additional firepower.

Rhitargo studied the incoming reports of the returning patrol wing. The Sovereign was the flagship of the battlegroup entrusted with peacekeeping in the adopted systems. For a few years now, the Trivaan System had been having trouble with a rather tenacious band of pirates. With their own forces heavily decimated and the Mandos not really caring things had become even worse, the group had turned more active and bold than ever before. Thus Rhitargo had assembled a special task force to to root out those pirates and secure the system. The reports he was now reading were cautiously optimistic. The covert recon scouts had dug up a number of outposts in nearby asteroid clusters and nebulae, yet Rhitargo was pretty sure that the pirates' actual home base was not among these. By default the local moons were next on the checklist, yet Rhitargo had a feeling that they wouldn't find much there. For a moment he considered a simultaneous attack on all the outposts yet it probably would only be a temporary setback for the pirates. He wouldn't even be surprised to find the actual HQ somewhere on the planet right below him. He grimaced bleaking his pointy reptilian teeth. Since he had abandoned his Dhilani masters he had learned to appreciate the worth of subtlety.

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"A New Republic ambassador?" Vince smiled. "Looks like we're being taken seriously at long last."
"His name is Arlan Toth." said Executor Berin. After Mryna's instigated kidnapping Berin had temporarily taken her place as the Emperor's hand. "With all due respect, mylord, I have a bad feeling about this."
Vince rose a brow. "How so?"
"Isn't it convenient that after years of ignoring us they are aching to meet you now, just after the war with Mandalore?"
"They'd be fools if they didn't." he shrugged. "With our victory over Mandalore and the acquisition of the new territories they realize us being a force not to be underestimated. Now they want to check us out, see where we stand."
"You think it's only that?" Berin frowned, then her eyes lowered as she noticed his inquiring gaze on her. "Forgive my lack of faith, your highness. It's just that -"
"... you learned not to trust nobody by principle." Vince completed for her. "A commendable trait and I don't hold it against you."
"Yes, but there's more to this." Berin insisted. "He's a Jedi."
"A jedi?" Vince repeated. That was interesting.
"A jedi master, to be precise." Berin added. "That's what troubles me. They don't send jedi on diplomatic missions, just to check things out. There's more about it than just politics." That was true. Jedi were usually sent to resolve difficult situations or to achieve certain goals by whatever means necessary.
"Well, that is a valid concern." Vince agreed. "On the other hand it could also just be them being uncomfortable of sending someone to meet me, who doesn't posess any mental powers. That'd be an understandable step."
"I understand, Mylord." Berin nodded.
"I would like to see how this unfolds. Taking baits sometimes leads you to those who laid them out - and their intentions."
"What will you have me do, mylord?"
"Arrange for a befitting welcome." Vince said with a smile. "After all, we are good neighbours now."
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Post by squarehead93 » Sat Jan 03, 2009 10:03 pm

Days, weeks, months, centuries. Malzic had no idea how long the torture had been going on. Everything is such a blur now....
Tyvis's merciless voice. "You are the true Mandalore. You believe it. You know it. Your men believe it. They know it's true."
"T-then why must I answer to you?"
Malzic felt the shocks rip through him. He screamed.
"Fool!" snapped Tyvis. "You are a puppet! You are an empty, recycled shell. You are a leader who failed miserably. But you are a powerful figurehead. Mandalorians will march to the gates of Hell for you! You will restore our strength, our glory! All the while, the true power rests in the hands of competent people like me. Look at the situation we're in now! Would you rather we let the Mandalorians answer to that traitor Fett and her puny, bickering coalition government?"
A look of acceptance was dawning on Malzic's face. Tyvis continued. "Now, I'm holding up three fingers. How many do you see?"
Tyvis held up two fingers.
"Two! No, threeaiiiigh!"
The shocks had been cranked up near maximum levels.
Tyvis stared at this broken man and said in a menacing, quiet voice, "You puny, pathetic little man. You're nothing but a shell now. You are only useful now to those who deem you useful,"
He got up and headed for the door.
"And when your no longer of use, I'll discard you."
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Post by Mako » Sun Jan 04, 2009 6:53 am

Roscha stalked though the swamps of Dromund Kaas. It was a forgotten world found in what the rest of the galaxy still thought of the Old Sith Empire.It's swamps made for perfect training spots. For two days she had been on her prey's trail Though she could cheat and use her mental powers to find what she wanted, she chose to flex her physical abilities, and intelligence to get her through this particular exercise. Moving from tree branch to tree branch she paced her self following the trail that had been left behind. At first it was rather difficult to pick it up. Her prey had learned to hide it's presence very well, but there was still much for it to learn. Stopping for a moment Roscha checked to make sure she still had the trail. It was taking most of her concentration to stay on it, which was good, It kept her mind off the fact that Mako had not checked in for over a month. There was no time to think about that right now, besides Wolf and J.D. were with him. Getting back on the trail Roscha headed back out. With each step she could tell that she was getting closer, till finally there it was the prey she had set out to hunt down. Almost immediately she could tell that something was wrong there was only one of them. A trap was it? Normally she'd take the trap apart before it could be sprung, this time though she figured she'd pull a Mako. Dropping down on the first of her prey she took them down and disarmed them before they knew where the attack came from. "You're getting sloppy K'shar. All that time spent sitting in the pilot's chair must be making you soft."
"Not as soft as you might think Roscha."
Roscha pretended to let herself to be distracted as she waited for the attack to come. And come it did from the expected direction of above. Blocking the attack then delivering a stunning blow of her own that not only disarmed her second prey but knocked her senseless. "I'll give you an A for effort Ferris, but you'll have to do better."
"Why thanks mom, but did you have to hit me so hard?"
"You train like it's real Ferris. How many times do I have to tell you that." It was then that Roscha's Comm went off. "What is it?"
It was Kieyone on the other end."The New Republic has made it's move. They've sent an ambassador to the ESS and have made more probing inquiries into ruling structure of Hutt space."
"Have they figured anything out yet?"
"It would seem not. Other than the few allies that we have in the Republic, no one knows that we control that sector nor most of the worlds that used to belong to the Sith Empire."
"Good, Any other news?"
"Still nothing. The beacon is still coming from the planet of Vjun. Why don't you just go find him yourself."
"I will, But first there are things that I must do here first. Inform me if the Republic does anything different." Shutting off the comm Roscha turned her attention back to Ferris. "Now daughter I believe you still have a lot to learn before you're ready to lead the worlds of the Kaos Pirates. And you K'shar need to get back in shape while the finishing touches are put on the Kaiser. Now shall we?"
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Post by Dragon » Sun Jan 04, 2009 11:20 pm

The Captian stood behind his Sensor-Officer, and looked over the Officers shoulder.

"Ok, what have we here?"
"Some kind of Piratebase, Sir. Not very big, nothing that we can't deal with. More interesting is,
that it seems that someone other is interested in these Pirates too."
"What!?"
"A group of Scoutcraft just left the Asteroidfield."
"Did they detect us? What kind of Scoutcraft?"
"I don't think so, Sir. They where too far away.
With the Sensores in Stealthmode, we weren't able to identify them."
"Can you track down there course?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Well done, let's follow these Scoutcraft."

A light Crusier emerged from the Asteroidfield and followed the Scouts into Hyperspace.
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Post by General_Trageton » Mon Jan 05, 2009 2:08 am

The room was dark safe for a few glowing red objects standing in a circular order aruond Shiromy's meditation pad. A strong aura of energy sizzled through the room, fluctuating between the objects and Shiromy, floating in the middle. Her eyes were closed. He let his aura flash up just a little, catching her attention. She smiled and opened her eyes as she received his variant of a knocking at the door. "Hey handsome."
"Hey beautiful!" He answered. "What are you studying?"
"Sith mythology."
"Oh?" Vince frowned. "Wouldn't that be a step backwards from where you are?"
"I see it more as an addition to my Zhawn-training," she objected, making an explaining guesture. "Besides I found it to be far more intriguing than I originally thought. Almost thrilling."
"How so?"
"The Force is subject to a very delicate and fragile balance between dark and light side, sort-of similar to the Yin and Yang of the terran mythology."
Vince shrugged. "I see no advantage of such a bipolarity. I don't think many people will be able to harness such powers without drifting towards one extreme."
"That's what thrills me about it. I think that - with my training - I might have the means to do just that."
"Be careful though!" Vince warned her. "From what I heard going strongly towards one of the two poles can have a strong influence on your very mind and perception."
"Hm," Shiromy smiled and a firy glow lit up in her eyes. "Afraid to have a Sith Lady at your side?"
Vince rolled his eyes. "Just remember to mask that presence when those jedi get here. They'll totally freak out, if they sense a darksider around here."
Shiromy giggled. "Now, that should really be no problem."

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Jedi Master Arlan Toth found himself astonished for the first time in years, gazing at the sight that offered itself to him as the shuttle's boarding ramp lowered. What seemed like a whole battalion of honor guards had lined up to greet them building a alleyway towards the palace entrance where Emperor Trageton was awaiting.
At his side, his apprentice Tarrick Maye was equally astonished.
"That's one grand welcome." the padawan muttered under his breath. Toth had to force himself to get back his composure.
"Those grand welcomes are always a big show." He then commented as unimpressedly as he could. "Those newcomer warlords usually think pretty big of themselves and seek to demonstrate their greatness at any possible occation."
"I'm not so sure about that, Master. The speed, with which the ESS have expaneded is impressive and after all, they defeated the Mandalorians."
"With help from other mandalorians." Toth corrected. "That makes quite a difference."
"I still think there's more to this than meets the eye." Tarrick insisted.
"Your feelings serve you well, my young padawan. You are wise to trust in them." Toth appreciated. "A strange aura surrounds this place."
"The dark side?" Maye frowned and a trace of worry swung in his voice.
"No." Toth said thoughtfully. "Something different."
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Post by Mako » Wed Jan 07, 2009 5:46 am

Soren Kay walked the white halls of the Star destroyer Kilrage. How such a ship had found it's way into the hands of the hutts was beyond him, but considering another was captained by Booster Tirik, it would seem that anything was possible.. It just went to show how lax the Empire's security had gotten. Continuing his walk he eventually found his way to the Captain's quarters. After making his presence known he was given permission to enter. The ship's captain rose from his seat as Soren entered the room.
"I take it that you are Soren." the Captian said as he stretched out his hand in a formal greeting.. "I'm Kagato Shirow. I'm to understand that you are doing sort of investigation of the Spice trade for the Republic."
Soren grasped the other man's hand and gave it a firm shake. "Yes, as it would seem that a new batch of Spice has been finding it's way into the core systems. It's very addictive and deadly. We've had a serious rise in Spice related deaths within the last few months."
"Well I can assure you that you will find no spice aboard the Kilrage. "
"Even still," Soren said with a solemn face "i must ask for your full cooperation with this investigation."
"And you shall have it." Kagato replied with a slight bow."
"That's good to hear. Now if you don't mind I would like to ask a few questions."
Kagato motioned for Soren to take the seat opposite his own. "By all means."
Soren took the seat offered to him. "I've been informed that you are in charge of the largest of the hutt run fleets, Could you tell me what types of merchandise you have been transporting?"
Kagato sat back in his own seat. "As you well know that is a very dangerous question to ask.But if it will help you'll be pleased to know that none of the ships in my fleet have transported Spice or slaves of any kind for more than five years."
"Yes, I'm quite sure of that seeing as how your ships aren't the only ones to have ceased all spice and slave trafficking from Hutt Space. Something I find rather interesting."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, something else I find interesting is just before the spice started showing up on the Streets of Coruscant some four months ago, every ship that was owned by the Hutts mysteriously disappeared. Then just as suddenly right at the start of the Mandalorian push a small portion of those ships reappeared with a rather large Capital sized ship at it's lead. And to top it off this ship was with them when they returned. Care to tell me where you went?"
Kagato Considered his words carefully. "I can't vouch for the others, but my ship along with a few others were tasked with recovering some lost goods from a hostile competitor and ensuring their safe return to the rightful owners I can fully garrantee that spice was not involved ."
"Well that's good to hear. You say that you can't vouch for the other ships that aren't under your command, is it possible that you could point me in the direction of someone who could?"
Kagato smiled "Why yes I'd be more than happy to." After taking a moment to write down a few notes Kagato handed Soren a datapad with some contacts on it. "I hope these will be of some help to you."
Soren took the datapad and then bid Kagato farewell. It looked as though this was going to be alot tougher than he thought. But then again he preferred it that way.
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Post by squarehead93 » Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:03 am

Blackmoon's X-wing dropped out of hyperspace over Tatooine moments after the heavy freighter Minuteman VII did. He had been working undercover for a good month to a month and a half. The disbanding of the Core Alliance's Peacekeeper Corps hadn't been going smoothly. While many Peacekeepers just joined up with the New Republic, many went rogue. Much of the Peacekeeper Corps's former property was still unaccounted for. The capships had been decommissioned or put into NR service, but thousands of pieces of smaller equipment such as blasters and fighters had resurfaced on the black market or in the hands of criminals.
Jedi Padawan Ross blackmoon had been working undercover to shut down the Iron Ring, a smuggling operation based in the Outer Rim linked to former CA members. Nobody could have known why a freighter with dozen CA fighters never made it to its destination, or why a secret cache of proton warheads was recovered by New Republic authorities, or why the Wolves never recieved some 500 state-of-the-art Corelliarms KP720 assault rifles. But Blackmoon knew that people were beginning to get on him. It wouldn't be long before someone connected the navpoints that led to him. Now was the time to blow his cover before his cover blew him.
His mission was straightforward. The Minuteman VII was carrying a couple dozen Kuati Interceptors. It needed to make a stop at Tatooine. During that time, Blackmoon would contact the New Republic. They would capture the ship, seize the cargo, and detain the crews. And with any luck, they would come up with a contact list that would reveal who some of this CA equipment was getting to.
Blackmoon sighted down one of the other escort fighters and blew it to pieces. The other fighter tried to react, but was also destroyed. A third managed to get on Blackmoon's tail, but he simply cut the power to his engines. Emerging behind the fighter, the Jedi was able to destroy it with a direct hit.
Just then, a squadron of fighters with Kaos markings dropped out of hyperspace. They contacted Blackmoon. "Attention, unidentified fighter, we don't like vigilantes in these parts. This freighter is now the property of the Kaos Coalition. Leave at once or you will be fired upon. Repeat, leave at once!"
Blackmoon cursed. The Coalition controlled Tatooine. These fighters probably had orders to cover up any suspicious operations. As he avoided laserfire from behind, Blackmoon contacted the local New Republic base. on a secure channel.
"This is Commander Blackmoon. I'm coming under fire from pirate forces attempting to capture a smuggling freighter that is believed to have Core Alliance contraband onboard. Requesting backup."
The officer on the other end replied, "Negative, Commander. We've recieved word from local authorities that a suspicious freighter is being seized. They say that they have the situation under control. New Republic forces aren't instructed to intervene with justice, sir. Thar Station out."
Blackmoon cursed again. He should of known. Most of the local NR forces were probably on these guys' payroll. He itched to blow these pirates to bits. He knew he could take on even a whole squadron of them. But with no evidence, this would create a mess for the New Republic. It was more trouble than it was worth. Blackmoon jumped to hyperspace empty-handed.
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Post by General_Trageton » Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:05 am

Samuel Hawkins, captain of the ESS Sovereign, sipped from his cup of coffee, observing the various activities on the sensor screen.
"Sir, our scouts are just returning." The sensors officer reported.
"Very good." Hawkins said. "Provide them clearance and instruct them to report to my office immediately."
"Right away, - What the?" The man grimaced as a new contact lit up on the screen.
"A Light cruiser just came out of hyperspace. Looks like they followed the scouts."
Hawkins rose a brow in mild surprise. "Pirates?" Unlikely as it might seemed, experience had taught him that even pirates - or especially pirates could become remarkably bold if stepped on their toes. On the other hand he wouldn't expect a local pirate ring to posess the necessary technology to detect their stealth fighters.
"Negative, Sir." The officer denied though. "IFF marks them as imperial. Maybe a recon ship as well." OK, that seemed more likely. The Empire certainly posessed the means to detect ships with stealth plating.
"Well, that doesn't give them the right to snoop around our territory." His eyes narrowed. "Gunnery, lock a full broadside on that ship. Comms, inform them that they are on ESS territory and order them to identify themselves, lower their shields and await boarding parties for further interrogation. Let's see, how fast those imps can run!"
The comms officer chuckled. "Right away, Sir."
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Post by Mako » Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:32 am

Roscha listened intently as Kagato read off the recent skirmish reports, and updates on NR movements within Hutt Space over the Holonet. "Though we've been giving him the same answers, this agent Kay seems to be very intent on finding out more about the operations over here.I feel it will only be a matter of time before he figures out who really pulls the hutt's strings." Kagato had a concerned tone to his voice, but Roscha just waved him off.
"It is of no consequence if they do find out. It was something that both Mako and I had planned on. It just amazes me that it took them this long to get interested."
"Well they did take notice of the fact that all slave and spice trade has stopped coming from this area and Tattooine. Speaking of Tattoine, I've just received word that we've taken possession of a freighter that was supposed to stop there before heading off to a questionable destination."
"Another one? How many does that make that we've intercepted within our territories?"
"Twelve this month I believe. This one had Kuati Interceptors, a few small arms weapons and a somewhat detailed list of contacts of who was supposed to get the goods. Guess who was on the list."
"Ex CA members and Iron Ring pirates."
"Those guys are gonna end up being a pain. Are we going to do anything about them?"
"Once we find out where they're operating from we will. But for now make a copy of that list and hand the original to our operative friend, and stop worrying about if he finds out about who really runs the hutts. As long as the Republic doesn't find out how much of the galaxy we really control the better it will be for the both of us."
"Will do."
Cutting the transmission Roscha got back to her current training exercise with Ferris.
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Soren Kay took another look at the list he'd just been given by Captain Shirow. "So what do I owe?"
Kagato just shook his head, "No charge. Just consider it more cooperation for your spice investigation. I'm pretty sure some of the names on that list should lead you to what it is you're looking for."
"Thank you I'll be sure to get it to my superiors asap."
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Post by General_Trageton » Mon Jan 12, 2009 12:14 am

"Why do you want to become a Sith?" The holographic figure crossed her arms before her chest. "It's not like you weren't powerful enough already." Shiromy took a moment to think, before she answered.
"I have been training and studying since I was a child and if there's one thing I have learned its that you cannot learn everything from only one teacher."
"Ah, a life of study." Darth Revan mocked. "But you are right. On my journeys outside the known galaxy I learned a great many things none of my jedi and Sith masters could ever teach me. Each teaching has its own unique knowledge and innermost secrets. In fact I am slightly impressed. Many who sought my knowledge simply did so to become more powerful or to, as they claimed, 'protect their people', which is pretty much the same from my point of view. You are the first one to consult me for the sake of knowledge and evolution. While the result may be the same as the others, your approach and motivation intrigue me. Be warned though. The way of the sith is an absolute one. If you want to uncover every aspect you must commit yourself to this way, your way of thinking, your very life. Only then can you fully understand our ways."
"I understand." Shiromy said simply.
"Good, very good." Revan commended. Then folded her hands behind her back. "By common oppinion being a Sith is reduced to simply being evil," the holocron explained and made a dismissive guesture. "which is complete nonsense, of course. These preconceptions were fueled by a number of self-proclaimed Sith Lords, whose only goal was to increase their own power and cause suffering. I remember a former apprentice of mine. He was a jerk. Talented and ambitious but a jerk nonetheless. Being a Sith doesn't simply mean pointlessly killing people and wreaking havoc for your own satisfaction. Being a Sith means taking the strength and the courage to lead and do what must be done for a greater cause. Being a Sith means striving for this cause with all your passion and commitment, not restraining yourself with feelings of guilt, pity or piety. Being a Sith means freeing yourself of everything - and everyone that stands in your way."
Shiromy frowned, the word 'everyone' left an awkward feeling in her guts. The holocron noticed the change with ease. "Yes." Revan repeated. "You must let go of those who hold you back. They will only slow you down or weaken you, no matter how much you may care for them. Because you care for them, you must let them go, even if letting go means sacrificing them." Shiromy gazed at the holocron in speechless disbelief.
"This is the way of the Sith."

Before Shiromy could say anymore, the proximity alert went off. Deactivating the holocron with a waving guesture she rose to her feet and climbed back into the cockpit. Those TIE Reapers surely were cramped, even if that little space was already far more than any other fighter had to offer. It served its job just fine, anyway. She had intentionally chosen a small ship for her errand. A larger ship, even one of their stealth corvettes would have drawn too much attention. Where she was going, noone was to follow.

Just then the blurry hyperspace tube bursted open into a storm of white lines as she reverted to realspace. Before her was a lush green world. Scanners picked up billions of life forms in the deep jungles below. Mostly allike to her sensors, yet two of them shone like beacons to her heightened senses. She smiled. Gotcha.

Soon after she was hailed. "Shiromy? is that you?" She heard Roscha's familiar voice.
"Yes, it's me, master. Requesting permission to approach."
"Well, you're here already, so go ahead. There's an old Sith Temple near my location. You should be able to land there." Shiromy blinked at the word 'Sith'. That was interesting. She hadn't expected her search to begin so soon already. She had merely sought out Roscha's aura to get the first lead.
"Is everything alright?" Roscha questioned. Shiromy grimaced - obviously her reaction had been easily sensible for her master.
"No, everything's fine." Shiromy replied. After a moment she added. "I'll tell you when I'm on the ground."
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Post by Drake26 » Mon Jan 12, 2009 6:16 am

David glided through the air of Riad, enjoying the feel of being able to fly, something he never got tired of. And he was celebrating. Things had come together to realize years of work, and added a bonus on top. The war with the Mandolorians had shown that the Wolf fleet could stand with the best of them, and had gained him some systems to boot. At the same time, the terraforming he had set in motion using he peoples biotech years ago had come to fruition, resulting in beautiful worlds like this. And the influence he had been building with the surrounding systems had allowed him to link his creation with his conquest, and, on this very day, the newly formed Empire of the Wolf would shout to the rest of the galaxy "We're here, and we're here to stay, so %^#&ing deal with it!" He was an emperor now, and this was his capital. This beautiful, beautiful world. He had formed it in the image of his homeworld, the world the Keepers had slagged, and he basked in the feeling of being home. With the only inhabited place on the planet being the palace under construction, it wasn't the most populous of the planets in his empire, nor the most industrious, and if he had his way, it never would be. What it was was the most alive. He could see it in the dragon cruising over the horizon and sense it in the pack of dire wolves running through the trees below, and he basked in it as he flew on.
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Post by Dragon » Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:24 pm

The navigational officer looked up from his console."Sir, we are about to enter the Trivaan System"
"Good, now we shall see who is so interested in these Pirates"
As the Crusier dropped out of Hyperspace, a Planet and a lage ship came in sight. "Sir! A lage Battlecruiser dead ahead!"
"What,the... take evasive actions! I don't whant to end like Admiral Griff."
The Crusier turned hard to port, the returnig Scoutcraft scattered in all directions, so as they not squeezed to death.
A moment later both ships flew on a parallel course. "Damn! That was close! Why is... "
The sensor officer interrupted the curse of his captain.
"Sir, this is not an Imperial vessel! It's IFF identifies it as a ship of the Empire of the Seven Suns."
"What's that? I never heard about it. " A young officer replied. "Maybe an offshoot of the Blacksun?"
The Captain smiled. "I don't think so."
"Sir, they are locking weapons on us!"
"We've got an incoming message. They order uns to identify ourselves, lower our shields and await boarding parties,
because we are in there territory."
The captain looked out of the bridge window to the more that twenty times lager Battlecrusier.
"Ok, this could be an problem...Hm..." He turned away form the window. "Deactivate our Weapons and shields."
The crew looked shocked to the captain.
He continued."Inform HQ about our situation. Set a course to point Omega, but wait on my mark.
Launch some sensordecoys, and move them behind that Battlecrusier.
And so long as we wait, run a full sensor scan on that Battlecrusier"
"At once sir!"
On the bridge of the Sovereign the sensor officer reported to captain Hawkins. "The unknown ship is following your orders
and the boarding parties will reach there target in about two minutes."
"Very good, proceed."
At that moment, the ships sensores detected three new ships.
"Sir! Three lage crusiers, of unknown configuration, have just entered the system right behinde us.
Each one exceeding four km in length, and thery target at us!"
The cup of coffee broke as it hit onto the deck.
Captain Hawkins yelled new orders."Target that three new crusiers! Charge the fusion cannons! Turn her around!"
The engines of the Sovereign awake with a mighty roar as the ship turned to port.
"They are firing!" "Shield status?" "Sir,... 100%!?" "What! Did they miss?" "No sir, sensors show quite a lot hits!"
The Sovereign accomplished her turn and faced there new enemies.
But as captain Hawkins looked out of the bridge window, he saw nothing more then empty space.
"Damn, we were tricked! Were is that other crusier?"
"It just entered hyperspace. And the three other crusiers are gone too!?
There are some samll explosions, where that three crusiers had been." Replied the sensor officer.
"I can track there course, shall we follow them?"
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Rhitargo waited a few more moments, before continuing his walk onto the Sovereign's bridge. Anger boiled in him, mixed with disappointment.
"Captain Hawkins, may I ask for the reason of this exitement?"
"Sir ...." the captain gasped as he noticed his supreme commander. "An imperial cruiser has followed our scouts. We ordered them to stand down when they launched "
"Decoys, I know." Rhitargo snarled. "I had the pleasure of whitnessing the entirety of your cunning maneuver, captain. Would you be so kind and come with me into my office?"
Hawkins swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir."
Go ahead, I will follow suite." Rhitargo instructed, then turned towards the first mate.
"Lieutenant Monroe, you have the bridge. Track those imperials and send a strike team after them. I want that cruiser and whatever technology they used to trick our sensors!"
"Yes Sir." the mid-aged man with the short brown hair and the keen eyes acknowledged.
"I will request your presence, when the captain and I are done. Dismissed."
"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."

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The emperor led them through a a series of hallways and onto a wide promenade overlooking a spacious gravel courtyard. Suddenly he heard a distant blast. Instinctively the two jedi drew their lightsabers, ready for any attack.
"Easy, Gentlemen." The Emperor said calmly and led them onto a nearby balcony overlooking the courtyard. "There's nothing to worry about."
Toth's eyes widened as his gaze found the source of the blastwave. There was a little girl of maybe ten years. Wielding a silvery blade she was engaged in a fast-paced fight with a group of combat drones, dashing across the courtyard at high velocity. As far as Toth could tell those drones were programmed to kill yet could never get an edge on the girl. As if that wasn't enough though, the girl would occasionally fired some sort of energy blast at a drone ripping it into shreds. Even for him as a jedi master it was barely comprehensible how a child so young could develop such powers and and apply them with such ease.
"My daughter." The emperor said and a father's pride swung in his voice. "We are teaching her basic defense techniques."
The word 'basic' sent a shiver through Toth's spine as he watched the girl. The power, which she wielded - no other force user he knew had ever been capable of this - especially at such a young age. "She is very gifted." He eventually said.
The emperor nodded smilingly. "Just like her mother."
Once again Toth's senses warned him of danger. One of the drones had managed to evade an energy blast, which now shot directly towards them.
Suddenly he felt another surge of power, coming from right beside him. The emperor had raised a hand and created a kinetic barrier that simply swallowed the blast.

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Vince rolled his eyes. That blast would have blown a clean hole through the palace. He threw his daughter a strict gaze, who blushed as she realized what trouble she had caused.
"Sorry, daddy!" She chirped in her high-pitched voice.
"We'll talk about this later." He said sternly. Then he turned back towards his guests. "My apoligies, master jedi. She is still a bit brash and reckless with her gifts. Please, follow me."
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:43 am

Admiral Janson sighed as he limped back and forth across the command walkway of the Oriskany. Like him, the ship was aging, despite numerous upgrades and refits. They both shared scars of the Battle of the Gate. For a long time, the Gate had been a tool to discover and exploit new technologies, but finally the other shoe dropped. Contact was made with a race of humans who were not only a powerful empire, but extremely xenophobic. Upon discovering that Corellia welcomed alien races into it's protection and membership, the Imperium had mounted a crusade through the gate deep in Corellian space. While less technologically advanced, the invaders were well equipped, with massive warfleets and ground forces that surpassed anything Janson had known. Corellia's borders shrank drastically, and contact dropped with allies, as the Navy turned inwards to deal with the threat. A grueling seven month campaign followed, as the Navy and Army fought to contain the outbreak. Rivals, pirates, and even some allies picked at the planets on the fringes, until the Empire which had once stretched from Denon and Yag'Dhul to Kuat now only controlled the Corellian Sector and several others. The fleet had been so badly mauled in the fighting that more than two thirds was declared suitable only for scrap afterwards. Only a desperate strike on the Gate itself managed to turn the tide. As Corellian ships threw themselves against the defending leviathans, a flotilla of prowlers raced through the gate to complete their original mission and try to salvage something from the debacle. They reached the key manufacturing world of the Imperium and downloaded as much technical data from it as they could. As they returned, Centerpoint Station was fired, detonating the Gate, badly damaging the station in the process. With the Gate destroyed, the remaining intruders were slowly exterminated, leaving only death and destruction behind.

with the loss of so much military might, Janson turned to a new strategy. Precision. Until the fusion furnaces could repair Centerpoint and replace the Navy's losses, Corellia could not hope to face a major enemy directly. Instead AIs would help locate flashpoints and how best to turn them away from the weakened Empire. When the Trivaan system appeared with a number of class two indicators, Janson assembled a small fleet to see to it personally. Thus the blue tunnel outside the bridge of his ship, and those of the escorts, newly assembled. As the curtain peeled back, and sensors chimed in alarm, he saw a number of small ships scattered around the system, and one large battlecruiser that was tagged with an ESS sigil.

"Of course, who else would be involved," sighed Janson.

"Did you really expect anyone else?" asked Joyeuse, the ship's AI.

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Post by Mako » Wed Jan 14, 2009 9:01 pm

"Ha I always knew Revan was a woman, for extreamly few men could command such tactical knowledge and foresight." Roscha said as she closed down the holocron Shiromy had presented to her. "Are you sure that knowledge is all that you wish to gain from these teachings?" Roscha asked of Shiromy. The two women along with Ferris and K'shar had taken seat on the temple entrance stairs. Shiromy didn't answer quickly. Seeing her hesitation Roscha continued. "I admit knowledge of the Sith will broaden your horizons. And I have no doubt that this particular holocron will teach you much, but not all that you need to know. I imagine that you have already figured this out. I also imagined that you have also been presented with the troubling dilema of the Way of the Sith?"
"How did you know?" Shiromy asked.
Roscha smiled and shook her head. "You forget, I'm married to an older, male version of you. Mako also learned from Sith teachings. And like you he was faced with the whole 'leaving behind those who hold you back even if it means sacrificing those you love.'"
"And what did he do?"
Roscha laughed "What do you think?"
"He continued to learn from the Sith?" Shiromy asked in amazement as for what she knew of him, Mako was not the type of person to leave anyone behind or sacrifice anyone but himself for a cause.
"Continued to learn he did. And no he would never leave anyone behind or willingly sacrifice anyone but himself. But learned he did and took what he needed and used it with his Zhawn, Jedi and many other trainings he received." The last bit seemed to surprise Shiromy, but not much. "Listen Shiromy, if you wish to learn of the Sith then do so, but I will leave you with this bit of knowledge. One extreme cannot be learned with out fully learning the other."
"But aren't you afraid that I'll turn?" Shiromy asked worried
"Knowledge is power, but in the end it's just knowledge. It's what you do with it that determines your destiny. or as Mako would say Power without perception or the wisdom of how or when to use it is absolutely worthless. Now I have lectured for long enough and you have come to learn. As it would happen I have some of the Sith holocrons that Mako himself learned from, here. Three of which I'm sure you'll find very interesting."
"What's so special about them?"
"One them was made by Tulak Hord and another by Exar Kun which Mako found on Yavin IV ,along with the Sith Lord's essence. They are apart of Ferris' new training."
"And the third?" Shiromy was anxious to get her hands on what were believed to be long lost artifacts.
Roscha paused for a second before answering. "The third though interesting and will be for both yours and Ferris' use must be cautioned against. It was made by one Adas and can cause more harm than either of you may be ready for. Now that you have been warned the start of your new training awaits you, and I must get ready."
"For what?"
"What else? To save an idiot and his friends"

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For months now Vardal Illion had been following the leads and each time they had lead to a dead end. For all intents and purposes with the exception a few ships around and on Tattooine, the Coalition had vanished from the galaxy along with it's leader. Illion sat inside the Mos Eisley cantina sipping on corellian rum while he kept his ears open for any news. Even though he was a Vice - Admiral in the imperial army and had others that could do the foot work for him, he still preferred to get his hands dirty himself. Looking around he took notice of how much the place had changed since he'd last been there some years before. If not in appearancethen most definately by its occupants. Slavers and Spice traders had completely dissappeared. Sure peddlers of the black market still remained, but no longer around were those who dealt in "organic replacement parts". Even with this Illion was amazed, not even with his Iron rule could Palpatine get rid of such things. Illion wasn't sure if he should be impressed by such a thing or not. Even still Mako Starcrusher and his accomplises were enemies of the Empire and wanted for the breaking of imperial law, and the stealing of imperial property. Illion continued to sip on his drink when Tor Quelok, one of his trusted men, came in to the cantina and sat down across from him. "Let me guess. Our last tidbit leads nowhere."
Tor ordered a drink for himself. "Not exactly."
Illion's eyebrows raised. "Oh? How so?"
"As you had guessed some of the star destroyers that were stolen from us would eventually show up, but not here. As it turns out one has shown up at Nar Shadaa and not just any star destroyer."
"No?"
"No, this is the Reveler the very destroyer that we chased down to Nar Shadaa when we last found Mako. It now goes by the name Kilrage, Under one Kagato Shirow. The same man who was with Mako when the ship was first stolen."
Illion smiled. At last even though it had taken longer than it would have back in the glory days of the Empire he had finally gotten the lead he had been looking for. It would seem that even though Tattooine had cleaned up it still seemed that credits still went a long way.
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Post by General_Trageton » Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:09 am

Monroe frowned when the strike group jumped into the area. IFF marked them as Corellian and Monroe even recognized the Oriskany. He had encountered the heavy Battlecruiser numerous times before. As far as he knew, the CE and the ESS were close allies. Thus a full battlegroup entering the system seemed a bit awkward. Taking a closer look his eyes widened. The ships looked horrible. Countless scars from massive battles marked the cruisers. As far as he could each of them had had its share of combat.
"They look like they've been through hell and back." commented the sensors officer. "Whomever they fought they received quite a pounding."
"Josh," He turned to the comms chief. "Hail the Oriskany and ask, if they require assistance."
"On it." The man acknowledged and got to work. Meanwhile Monroe opened a comm to the Admiral.
"Yes, Captain."
It took Monroe a second to process that - his recent promotion to Captain of the Sovereign had come rather sudden as well as unexpected, after a series of unwise decisions had cost the former captain his position. Xech Rhitargo, a former Captain of the fallen Dhilani Empire was known for his swift and consequent ways of handling the people under his command. Coming from a militarized race of warriors he demanded discipline and rational, efficient thinking - and had little tolerance for incompetence. On the other hand achievements were usually credited well.
"Sir, a Corellian battlegroup has just entered the system." Monroe reported firmly. "They show severe battle damage." There was a moment of silence, before the Dhilani Supreme Commander replied.
"I am on my way."
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Post by squarehead93 » Thu Jan 15, 2009 6:26 pm

Jym Vorak looked outside his palace on Nubia. This beautiful, relatively unpopulated world had always been a pinnacle of freedom. One could live here in peace. His lieutenants were seated behind him at a large table. They were currently discussing Vorak's ambitious recent proposal: a treaty that would make the Mandalorians, in effect, Viper soldiers.
Monmara the Hutt was speaking.
"It is a terrible idea! The Mandalorians can't be trusted. Look what they did to me!"
Carson cut in. "I don't blame them."
Charbacca agreed.
Vorak turned around. "Enough," he said firmly. "The alliance between Monmara's forces and mine has been very beneficial, Julius."
"He came to us after Nal Hutta because he wanted to hide behind someone!' Vyaelaa hissed.
"Vyaelaa, I said enough!" barked Vorak.
"Hrowlrr!"
"Thanks, Char. Glad to see someone supports this," replied Vorak.
Fyreedo, the Rodian, spoke up. "I agree with Charbacca. The Mandalorians are fine warriors. Their culture has many similarities with mine. In fact, there are many Rodians in the Mandalorian ranks right now."
Carson smiled and spoke. "Yeah their culture has a lot to do with yours. They also think with their blasters instead of their heads. Does Greedo ring a bell?"
"Don't pretend like you know anything about culture, 'admiral'," Fyreedo said to the stubble-faced human.
Vorak turned to Carson. "So, you disapprove of adding the Mandos to our ranks, Carson? Why?"
"Well, with all due respect, we just Kicked those Mando tinheads' asses pretty hard. You really think they would accept it?"
Vorak chuckled. "One thing's for sure, the Mandos aren't picky over who they fight for, just as long as it's the highest bidder. And right now, they're strapped for cash. They can barely keep control of the few systems they still own, and they can't even get along with each other. We help them pay off their debts, we let them govern themselves, but their troops fight for us. Completely replacing their government would be unnecessary and more trouble than it's worth. That's not my style. I don't want to rule the galaxy, I just want to own it. Besides, as of right now, the Mando Parliament would also have to vote on it. And I think most of them would find this very appealing."
"And how much of Parliament is in your pocket right now?" asked Vyaelaa.
Monmara added, "It sounds like what Emperor Vince Trageton pulled with the United Planets to me."
"And most people were happy because of it.'
"You can't seriously believe that every UP senator unanimously supported Trageton! What about those who would oppose this treaty? What about Fett?" Fyreedo asked Vorak.
"XIana Fett can barely get anything done. Most of the Mando government hates her. If my credits and negotiation don't speak loud enough, Vyaelaa here is more than capable of-"
A droid burst in. "Sir! I have urgent news!"
"It'd better be urgent," growled Vorak.
"It's about that missing shipment of Kuati interceptors. It turns out it was captured by the Kaos Coalition over Tatooine!'
Vorak slammed his fist down. "Damn!" He hated the KC and Mako, his chief rivals right above David Rain and the Wolves. Vorak knew that the Coalition had probably already hunted down and destroyed most of his affiliates they had found from the ship's information. He was going to lose so much business because of this if his friends weren't as resourceful as he was now hoping.
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Post by Will T » Thu Jan 15, 2009 9:45 pm

Marcus Pitto looked up from the personal file he was scanning as the door to his office on Watchtower V hissed open, hastily removing his glasses and resting them on his knee before his guest could enter; they were a very recent inconvenience, and were required only for reading but Pitto had already developed a strong hatred for them. He was still working up the courage to undergo corrective surgery, however, and until that time he preferred to conceal his new perceived disabilty from most of his subordinates.
"Report." He ordered simply as the officer saluted.
"Our intel division was just sent a copy of a report I think you'll find interesting. It came from a Strike Cruiser in a deep space transit point, apparently they were making multiple jumps to throw off any possible pursuit."
"Pursuit?" Pitto interrupted, "where were they before the jump?"
"Trivaan, a mostly overlooked planet in the Tecsin Sector. The ship was part of the 36th Scout Flotilla under Rear Admiral Danvort, our records show that the group's last orders were to investigate the Roche Asteroids, in the same sector."
"The Roche asteroids are in New Republic space, what the hell was Danvort doing there?" Pitto queried, concerned.
"While most of the Verpine colonies are aligned with the Republic, the Vilus colony was a trading partner with the Empire since before Palpatine's death, mostly selling their brand of shatterguns, and some armour technologies for the Stormtrooper corps to help protect against the standard model of shattergun. Since the Empire's acceptance of non-humans, they've become slowly more aligned with our interests, much to the despair of the other colonies. They dropped out of contact not long ago." The officer paused as he gathered himself for further explanation, while Pitoo merely sat in quiet contemplation. "Even more worrying is the fact that the other colonies seem to be suffering a communication disruption as well; at a recent negotiation session, our ambassador reported his oppost number in the NR mentioning erratic communication with the Slayn and Korpil colonies, there was no accusation but he said the NR representative seemed to be looking for a reaction, there's suspicion there at least."
"If this had come two months earlier, I would have suspected Mandalorian involvment," Pitto mused aloud, "they're certainly nearby and I heard rumours they were interested in Roche. So Danvort was investigating, but why was one ship diverted, and why don't we have any answers?"
"The orders are still listed as pending completion, we've had nothing through from Danvort yet."
"Perhaps I should bring him under tighter control." Said Pitto, his voice carrying conveying a sense of thinly veiled criticism.
"Well, there's talk in High Command of folding the 36th into Vice-Admiral Illion's group, so you may get that chance, sir."
"Good news," Pitto gave a brief smile, "Illion's a competant officer. So what of Trivaan?"
"The captain of the Strike Cruiser said in his report that they were conducting a preliminary survey when they detected an Enforcer-class light cruiser under static damping, apparently not one of ours as they did not respond to hailing frequencies. They followed them to Trivaan, where they encountered a rather large battlecruiser. Dagger shaped, its IFF carrying a slightly modified version of the code we have listed as being..."
"The ESS," Pitto finished, "And if the ESS is at Trivaan, then they're the ones disrupting our communication with the Vilus colony. Taking scraps from their recent sacking of the Mandalorians no doubt. Any specific matches with known ships?"
"The visual feeds we received matched our records of the Dominance, with some alterations. In transit analysis of the flight recorder showed a number of internal and external differences between similar scans of the Dominance, our analysts concluded it's an entirely new vessel."
Another piece of the puzzle clicked into place for Pitto, it was common for IFF transponders to undergo minor updates as new ships were brought in, retaining the core to allow identification, but reflecting changes in the status of a vessel's operators.
"So why Trivaan? Surely the ESS has little interest there, it's a long war from what we have listed as their space."
"That's what my team is concerned about, sir. None of the planets in the Trivaan system have ever been reported to be very mineral rich, nor strategically valuable. Whatever the ESS agenda is in the sector, we can only assume it has something to do with the recent Mandalorian conflict."
"Worrying indeed. Thank you, Pytor. I want regular updates as you get them. Dismissed." Pitto sat back in his chair, his left hand absent-mindedly playing with the frame of the glasses on his knee. Leaning forward, he typed out a quick message on his comm board and sent it to Fleet Command, wondering as he did whether he should bring ex-ESS officer Darron Larcoon in on the recent developments, before swiftly dismissing the thought. Larcoon was still not entirely within Command's sphere of trust, and he was yet to receive his rightful commission, which in turn meant he was still not cleared for new intel on the organisation he had once served. It was frustrating for both of them, Pitto knew, but at least he and Gyttel had their own project to keep them busy.

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Darron Larcoon's office on the Proditus was not a large one, it had actually been converted from a former officer's quarters after the position of sensor maintenance officer had been merged with that of general maintenance officer, but for Darron it was something of a comfort to be back on a warship, and away from the dull featured apartment he had been sequestered in on Muunilinst.
After two months of relentless tracking, it was becoming harder and harder to deny that Myrna Qhalic, pilot and first Hand of the Emperor of the Seven Suns had been captured by a bounty hunter and had now vanished. When the first whispers had reached his ears, he had feared a trap. He knew that Gyttel still did. But two months of second and third hand reports had led Larcoon to bounty postings, bounty marshals who would only reveal information after a substantial transaction of cash and a promise of protection. A group of Imperial Navy crewers had been found murdered after they supposedly learned of her whereabouts. Imperial Intel agents operating under an old colleague of Gyttel's had investigated a civillian station after a tip-off and found nothing but the bodies of men in uniforms Darron recognised as ESS special forces, along with others tentatively identified as part of a bounty hunting clan. The implication was obvious, the ESS had attempted a rescue and failed.
After a series of anonymous transmissions, Darron had just finally made contact with the hunter who claimed to Myrna chained up and drugged in the cargo hold of his starship, and when he showed Gyttel the recording he had made of the shaky transmission, he was sure the Commando could no longer deny the truth.
As if summoned by the thought, the door to Darron's office hissed open and Gyttel stepped through. Though his legs were, as ever it seemed, clad in the black armour of his Storm Commando suit, he wore only a t-shirt in Imperial Army grey on his torso.
"Well?" He barked almost instantly, "What's so important you had to drag me from dinner?" Gyttel said with a hint of a smile.
"Take a look." Darron replied, and he keyed a command in on his console. A blue holoprojection sparked into life above the desk, which quickly resolved into a wavering image of a dimly lit room, rounded at the point where the walls met the ceiling. A voice was narrating over from behind the camera.
"As you can see, Admiral Larcoon, I have Qhalic in my posession." The view panned down to the sight of a woman slumped on the floor and propped up against the curving wall. Her hands were manacled and held by chains above her head. She was blindfolded, but enough of her youthful face was visible to see the dried blood that covered much of it. Her left foot was bent at an awkward angle, and her the rapid rising and falling of her chest was indicative of her shallow breathing. "I'll contact you again soon to discuss payment," the voice continued, "assuming that goes well, one final communication to arrange a meet. Then she's all yours."
Gyttel let out a deep breath as the vid cut out.
"So?" Larcoon asked, "Now do you believe she's taken?"
"Honestly, sir," Gyttel replied, maintaining his respect for rank, "You're a very valuable prisoner to the ESS. If Qhalic wants you as badly as you want her, she may be prepared to go to extreme lengths to get at you. But you know her far better than me, sir. In light of all the evidence we've seen, I'd be prepared to trust your judgment on this which ever way."
Darron nodded slowly. "Then I suppose we just have to wait until the next communication."
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They continued walking for a few more minutes. The palace was in fact huge, even rivalling some of the skyscrapers on Coruscant. The Halls were all made of bright minerals and crimson carpets ran along the center line of each hallway. Toth let his senses take in everything in his surrounding. He had a talent of storing every impression and every bit of information he could take in, almost like a sensor drone - on a far superior level of course. Yet this time he really had to concentrate. The image of the little girl wouldn't go out of his mind and threw up many questions he found himself unable to answer. To make things more unpleasant: Since he had unveiled his strength, the Emperor, too, radiated strongly and Toth still had the feeling this man was holding back.

"If I may ask," He began after a while, "What kind of training is it you have received? I didn't recognize any similarities to either Jedi or Sith teachings."
The emperor smiled. "As you may know my wife and I both originate from a region of space that has been secluded from your civilization for millennia, a place, where the Force doesn't exist, like you know it."
What? Toth frowned. Impossible. The force was everywhere! It surrounded and penetrated everything and everyone in the universe, the jedi passed this knowledge on for many millennia.
"My people found other sources to draw on and transcend the limits of our physical and mental capabilities." He made a pause, before he continued. "The Cha'Lynh are our equivalent to the Jedi and Sith in your world." That made sense. Of course, civilizations, which never knew of the jedi might have a different perception - or interpretation of the Force, and thus develop different teachings based on it.
"Not only different teachings, master jedi." The emperor said. Toth frowned. Had the man been able to read his mind through the force? "It's a totally different source. When I made contact with your civilization and learned about the Force, as you call it. I figured out that it was different from the powers we Cha'Lynh draw on."

Toth frowned. "Are you saying that there are other sources of power than the Force?" That was impossible. It wasn't logical. The connection to the force - and the basis of all force users was the symbiosis between every living beeing and the Midichlorians. Thus there couldn't be any other source of energy than the Force. And yet ... once more he saw the child before his eyes. A child of ten years that could easily fend off half a dozen assassin drones and create energy blasts the equivalent to a turbolaser blast. This was beyond anything he had ever seen - even from a Sith.

"It's pure energy." The emperor eventually stated. "As is the Force. Energy can exist in many forms. Each form has very distinct and individual characteristics. I think a fitting way of comparison is seeing energy like a liquid. The power my people draw on could be water, while the Force could be wine." That was an interesting metaphor. Toth had to agree - now this he could relate to. The lure of the dark side was like the intoxicating effect of wine. Again the Emperor replied to his thoughts.
"I might add that the bipolarity of the force is in fact one of its individual characteristics." Once again the Emperor seemed to have read his thoughts - and he had been sure he had masked them with the Force ... could it be...?
It was then that they finally reached a pair of massive wooden doors. Swinging open they revealed a spacious round office. Sunlight flooded the room through large panoramic windows overlooking the city and countryside below.. "But I'm sure you haven't come here to exchange philosophical theories." The emperor offered them a seat opposed to his large desk. "What can I do for you?"

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"Your victory over Mandalore caused quite a stir in the senate. Defending oneself against aggressive invaders is one thing. Defeating Mandalorians is a major achievement."
Vince shrugged. "To be honest, fortune played in our favor. Mandalore attacked several worlds under Hutt control. I am not too familiar with their kind but from what I've heard its not wise to upset the Hutts."
Toth grimaced. "Indeed! So I understand you had support from them?" Vince shook his head.
"Not exactly. Like I said, I do not have much to do with them. Both the Hutts and us fought independantly. We had, however, supported from another independant sovereignity."
"The Empire of the Wolf." Toth concluded. It was public knowledge that the worlds were shared between the ESS and the Wolves, safe for Mantooine, which 'the Hutts' had demanded as compensation.
"I'm curious, how did they get involved?"
Vince made a wide guesture. "David Rain has been a dear friend and ally for many years. We helped each other fending off invading forces in the past. And since his territory is even closer to Mandalorian space than ours, he had a legitimate interest in stopping their aggressive expansion."

"What about those systems in the east you acquired?" Toth asked. "As far as I know most of them were independant before the Mandalorian war."
Vince nodded. "That is correct. Malzic's methods were quite aggressive. Using new types of WMDs he destroyed large parts of their defending fleets leaving them without protection. After the war they would stand naked, so we offered to take them under our wing and provide the protection they had lost. We found an adequate agreement with most of them."
"Most of them?" Toth repeated and rose a brow. "What about the others?"
"Some of the worlds are members of the New Republic. We do not interfer in your affairs."
Toth smiled and nodded. "Of course."
"A few systems preferred to take matters into their own hands, so we let them. We do not force anybody to join us. This may be a monarchy, Master Jedi, but our relations base on mutual agreement." He made a pause to let the words sink in, before continuing. He leaned back and folded his hands. "As we speak, a council is being formed to give each system in the Empire a voice."

Even the Jedi Master couldn't hide the surprise over this. "That is commendable, if I may say so. Now, where was I ...." Toth made a pause. A poor excuse to skip the smalltalk. "Your highness, The New Republic is concerned. With your victory over Mandalore your territories have grown signifficant. The senate now wonders, where things will go from here."
"What do you mean?" Vince asked and rose his brows.
"Some senators have uttered the unfounded concern that recent events might lead you on a similarly expansionist path." Vince remained silent for a moment. So this was the point. As he had expected. He leaned forward and focussed Toth.
"Are you suggesting I might go on a similar crusade as Malzic, Master Toth?" Vince inqured calmly yet resolved.
"Of course not!" Toth defended himself. "I know that you are a man of honor. Unfortunately I fear that even my judgement won't satisfy every last senator in the senate."
Vince leaned back again and smiled. "So, to reasure the sceptics in the NR senate you would like us to elaborate some sort of agreement - a treaty to ensure a sustainable relationship between the new republic and the Empire of the Seven Suns?"
"That is a wise decision to make, your highness." Toth almost sung. Vince could almost imagine how the jedi master lulled his other negotiation counterparts driving them so far that they would ache to suggest some sort of peace treaty - or even join the New Republic.
"Very well." Vince said and folded his hands. "What do you offer?"
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Wed Jan 21, 2009 8:39 am

"Incoming hail from the ESS flagship, sir. They are inquiring if we require assistance."

Janson grimaced. During the Gate War, quiet pleas for aid were made to various allies, without mentioning the specifics of the fighting. All had been politely rebuffed. Thus Corellia had essentially closed her borders, the better to keep the internal threat from spilling out into the Galaxy at large. To bring others into the situation now, however, would radically increase the odds of a second catastrophic conflict which could bring down Corellia. Still, the current course reeked of arrogance, much like a manipulative race they had encountered at the end of the fighting. Unfortunatly, there was little recourse. He glanced over at Joyeuse and she, as if sensing his feelings, gave a slight nod.

"Keep the channel closed. And we may not be using any of the new Protector series, but we are quite capable of taking care of ourselves." The last was added for the benefit of the bridge crew who had overheard the incoming offer. He lowered his voice. "Joyeuse, what are we looking for?" She shook her head.

"No information on that yet. The projections all work out that this system is going to be a flashpoint, but even with all the variables we confirm, there is still no data on how exactly. The most common result is that it has something to do with the piracy in this system."

"All right. We do this the slow and careful way first. Start a sensor sweep of the system, full detail. Coordinate with the other vessels, and don't answer any incoming comms without my permission."
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Post by Mako » Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:34 am

Ferris had grown tired of trying to activate the old holocron. She had seen both her mother and father use it dozens of times and could have sworn that she used the same activation sequence that they did, but to no avail did it activate. walking through the Sith temple she sought out Shiromy to see if she would fair any better. After a few moments Ferris found the older woman studying some old scrolls in one of the chambers.
"Don't even attempt it." Shiromy said bluntly with eyes still studying the scroll. Ferris had only just let a mischievous smile cross her lips as she took one silent step in Shiromy's direction.
"Attempt what?" Ferris tried her best to sound as innocent as possible.
"Hmph, my daughter is roughly one third your age and she hides her intentions fifty times better than you do."
"Vince has a kid? Whoa dad's gonna...wait a minute. Are you saying that I'm easy to read?"
Shiromy lowered the scroll and gave Ferris the "Mom Look."
"Okay," Ferris tried her best to hide her embarrassment,"That explains how you found us so easily without being told. Anyway I brought you this holocron. I can't seem to get it to activate. I've seen both of my folks use it plenty of times but for some reason it won't work for me, thought maybe you'd have better luck."
Shiromy thoroughly inspected the holocron Ferris placed in her hand. The thing was ancient, by far the oldest looking holocron she'd ever seen. "Who made this?" she asked of Ferris.
"Oh this was made by King Adas. I believe it's the oldest holocron still in existence." Ferris watched intently as Shiromy turned over the holocron in her hands. "Tell you what, I'll leave this to you while I go Back to my lightsaber lessons with Lord Hord." Ferris let out a small laugh at that. "Well let me know if you're able to get that thing to work."
As Ferris left the room Shiromy studied the holocron once more before she found the activation button. She had barely run her finger over it when the holocron came to life and she was greeted with the image of a muscular blue-gray skinned humanoid creature.
"Finally some one worth my time." the Image said in an arrogant tone.
"Some one worth your time?" Shiromy asked heatedly
"Ah yes.." The image a Adas smiled. "The other one had all the power one could ever want, but not the will, or the resolve to use it, but you, there is much for you to gain from what I have to offer if you are willing to learn."
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"It is settled then." Vince said with a satisfied smile, as he signed the last page of the treaty. Toth and he had been elaborating about the terms and conditions of the agreement for several hours. In fact Vince had come to find it rather convenient to have the jedi as his business partner, as his straightforward and uncomplicated way of negotiating saved a lot of time, compared to other business partners. in the end, along with some mutually beneficial trade agreements the two sides commited to a permanent alliance and non-interferrance convention that would by one save each other's territories and also acknowledge military support with territorial compensation, so if one helped the other to acquire new territories, they had by convention a legitimate share in the acquisition.

"Very good." Toth said as they shook hands. "This should silence the sceptics and please the corporate bosses." They both laughed at that last comment, then Toth turned to his padawan. "Take this to Coruscant. The Senate should be informed about this immediately."
"What about you master?" Maye frowned.
"I will follow soon. I have to take care of something before I can depart." Vince rose a brow yet said nothing. Answers would present themselve soon enough.

For a moment they both watched the padawan as he boarded the waiting ship.
"Well, master jedi," Vince eventually said. "What is it you need to take care of?"
It took Toth a moment to speak. "As you may have figured this agreement wasn't the only reason I was sent here."
Vince nodded and invited the Nautolean inside. "I had my suspicions."
"The jedi council knows about the events on Mandalore and Malachor." Vince looked at him in surprise. Toth nodded.
"While your powers may not originate from the Force, your actions sent a strong echo. We decided to keep it secret to avoid a general panic. Besides, it seemed that you had both situations well under control."
Vince grimaced. "I might see things differently, but go on."
"I want to be honest with you. The council has sent me here to investigate, if we are facing a threat."
"And, have you come to a conclusion?" Vince looked at him expectantly. Something told him that this was going to be interesting. Yet before the Jedi could answer they were interrupted by the penetrant beeping of the priority comm on Vince's desk. "My apologies, but I need to take this call." Quickly he sat down and activated the holo projector.

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Shiromy was kneeling in the darkness, taking in the dark energy with each breath. It was strong here on Dromund Kaas. Never before had she experienced this. The darkside of the Force was almost like a presence with a consciousness of her own, talking to her, guiding her, intoxicating her. Before her lay a multitude of components. power cells, micro conductors, focus lenses, metal platings, leather straps, all matched together in absolute precision.

Shiromy reached out with her Zhawn-powers, touching the dust on the floor. Layers of dust - a centimeter thick - comsumed by the darkside - the perfect raw material. A whirling gust of wind howled through the chamber and blew the dust off the ground, spinning in the air the dense clound started imploding, compressing, becoming denser and denser every second. Forcing her will onto the spinning dust she compressed it even more, breaking down its molecular structure and reforming the glowing mass. Further and further she pressed the molecules together hardening their structure. Second after second, bit by bit, what had been a mere cloud of dust slowly was taking shape.

After an hour of concentration and exposure to the to the increasing heat of the melting mass Shiromy took a deep breath and opened her eyes. In front of her hovered a small crystal, crimson like a sea of blood. Extending a hand she picked the small object and examined it, A pattern of thin lines and symbols ran over its surface. It was perfect. Letting go of it she once again reached out with her Zhawn powers - combined with the guidance of the Force - and watched intently as before her eyes the millions of components began to snap together and form the distinctive form of a lightsaber handle. She had based the design on that of her trusty old sword - the weapon she had been wielding since she was a child of fifteen. A series of dark-green gems ornated the handle plus the distinctive pair of 'wings' at the top. Gently she reached out for her new weapon and for a moment only took in the pleasant feeling of holding it in her hand. It was done.

Rising up to her feet she stepped out of the chamber. Slowly she walked into the main hall of the sith temple, where Ferris was awaiting her. Revealing the lightsaber handle she held it before her and softly pressed her thumb against one of the gems. A sharp his tore through the sounds of the jungle and the howling wind as a crimson energy blade snapped from the handle. The low humm vibrated through her whole body as she regarded the blade, only a few inches away from her face. She could feel the power of the blade and the heat it radiated. It feld good.

"Ready for a stress test?" Ferris queried and ignited her own blade.

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"They haven't replied yet?" the Emperor frowned.
The Nonhuman officer, slightly reminding Toth of a Trandoshan, shook his head. "we ran several in-depth scans on the ships in case their comm systems were damaged but nothing turned up. They just keep ignoring any incoming communications. I would see this as a hostile act, if it weren't Corellia."
The Emperor nodded. "I understand. Raise your shields to maximum, maybe they get the hint. I will see what I can do from here." Switching channels he keyed in a different channel, apparently a private channel to his Corellian counterpart. But there, too, was no reply. His frown grew deeper. Something wasn't right here.
"Anything of worry?" asked Toth.
"I'm not sure." the Emperor said and folded his hands. "Corellia has been an ally to us for many years. They helped us build this all up. Not responding to our calls is not like them."
"What are you going to do?" Toth asked. It was obvious that the man was intending to take matters in his own hands.
"I have full faith in my Supreme Commanders, but Wes Janson is one of the few people I consider a close friend. This is something I need to attend to in person." Once again he switched the comm channel.
"Prepare my ship!" The order was simple and strict.
"If you allow I would like to accompany you." Toth offered. "Maybe the Force will reveal his secret to us."
There was a moment of silence as the Emperor seemed to deliberate. Then he nodded and rose from his desk. "Be my guest!"

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"You know, I heard that women could faint on command, but this beats everything." Jack gazed at Mryna in amazement, as she cleaned the blood of her face. They had just finished the final transmission to Darron. Jack had commanded him to meet them alone on an abandoned space port on neutral territory - Hutt space. In this very recording Jack had been forced to completely paralyze her due to her acting up and causing him some injuries of his own.

"I can set my life support implant to reduce my bodily functions and simulate a state of paralysis," she explained. "absolutely plausible, even for medical scanners."
Jack's eyes widened. "You mean you can willingly trigger a coma? Pretty cool!" After a moment he frowned. "But aren't you worried? In such a state you'd be pretty vulnerable. What happens if somebody would hack that device and manipulate it to knock you out permanently?"
Mryna's expression darkened. "He wouldn't survive that. Any unauthorized access to my internal systems will trigger my self-destruct system."
"Your WHAT?" Jack shrieked.
"A tiny nuclear explosive that will annihilate everything within a kilometer's radius."
"But that would kill you, too." Jack protested.
"That's part of my job." Mryna said solemnly. "I have access to the innermost systems and information of the ESS. If I fall into enemy hands, I become a security risk beyond compare. If I die, it's because I screwed up big time. That's the risk I accepted, when I became the Emperor's hand. At least I would go with a bang."
"Is there no other way?" Jack said, a hint of worry played over his face.
"There is." Mryna said and offered him a comforting smile. "Do my job right and everything's fine."
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Post by squarehead93 » Fri Jan 23, 2009 1:05 am

General Kareen walked into the room. Kareen was the Imperial officer Pitto sent to "oversee" Tyvis. At first, Tyvis had despised the man. Not very tall or intimidating looking, he had assumed Kareen to be one of Pitto's flunkies, a second-rate commander who accepted this osik job in order to save his neck. Kareen was in command of an anti-pirate task force in the Outer Rim. Most of his ships were Clone Wars relics one step away from the scrapyards. Tyvis also knew Kareen was here only because Pitto distrusted him. Not that he could blame the man. Mandalorians weren't too picky over who they work for.
In time, however, Tyvis learned a lot about Kareen. He was the type of man who did the most when he wasn't in the spotlight. While his fleet looked like the local Imperial forces, it was actually packed with veterans who partook in brilliant but low-key raids on the fringes of the New Republic. They had faced off against Kaos and Viper fleets. And while the General wouldn't say much on the subject, Tyvis heard that he had even been in a few top-secret operations in the ESS territory. Kareen was once an ace pilot. That alone made Tyvis less hard towards him. The best officers were the ones who knew no fear, but who wouldn't order their men to do anything they wouldn't do themselves. And a man who experienced life as a grunt was likely to be that kind of officer. Kareen reminded him of another officer from his time in the Imperial army, a lieutenant in the infantry, who he'd met on Maridun. His name was Janek Sunber. Sunber was practically a kid, and had had no previous combat experience, but his men respected him. He fought just as hard as any stormtrooper. Sunber was just like Kareen; a genius, but one who didn't have any interest in glory. Maridun was a mess. Most of Tyvis's company had been killed. And for what? The subjugation of a primitive alien race on a less than backwater world? It was after Maridun that Tyvis gave up any hope of glory in the service of the Empire. It was so ironic that he was serving them now.
"High Commander," said Kareen.
"Yes?"
"I think we have finally broken Malzic. He is beginning to understand, but is now convinced of his right to rule the Mandalorians. He is demanding we let him go. He wishes to see you."
Tyvis's face brightened. "Well then, bring him in!"
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Luke Skywalker ran towards his ship. It had been a while since he last did errands for the New Republic. At least they had found what they were looking for: proof that the rogue Mandalorian, Lannarik Tyvis, was allied with the Empire. He now had the datadisks to prove it. Han Solo, Chewbacca, and Rogue Squadron had provided a good distraction. Luke just hadn't planned on Mandalorians knowing so well when they've been pickpocketed, especially after several drinks. And not always succumbing to mind control. Unfortunately, the Mandos had found Luke's fighter and were guarding it. He got in his comlink.
"Han, can you clear up the landing zone?"
"No problem, kid." He still called him kid.
The Falcon flew in and mowed down the Mandalorian guards with it's dorsal gun. Luke got in the X-Wing.
Airborne, Luke noticed several blips behind him. TIEs.
"Luke, we're gonna have company!"
Luke looked at his scanner again. More blips, but marked as friendlies. Rogue Squadron.
"Yeah, but so will they."
The TIEs were caught off guard and cleaned up quickly by Rogue's ace pilots.
"One moment to hyperspace," said Han. "then we're offa' godforsaken Kora IV."
The ships jumped to hyperspace.
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Post by General_Trageton » Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:49 am

The two blades met each other with a screaming clash spraying sparks in all directions. Shiromy and Ferris were exchanging blow after blow in rapid succession. But with each blow Shiromy had the growing impression that this was too easy. Ferris' moves were mostly of defensive nature, rarely did she deliver an actual strike, instead she limited herself on parrying Shiromy's blows. It definitely wasn't a matter of skill, Shiromy knew that well. Ferris had been training with her father on levels far beyond this. She could do far better than that!
"What's the problem?" Shiromy eventually qustioned and stepped back, lowering her weapon and mustering the young woman critically. Ferris offered her a puzzled frown.
"What do you mean?"
"You're holding back." Shiromy announced and her voice was grave and reproachful. "Why?"
"What? I'm not!" Ferris protested. "I mean ..." She seemed to consider. "C'mon, this is just training."
Shiromy's eyes narrowed and her expression hardened. "All the more reason for you to give everything. If you train halfheartedly, how do you hope to persist in a real fight?"
"I ... " She lowered her eyes in embarresment. "I'm Sorry."
"C'mon!" Shiromy said and her voice changed to a comforting and encouraging tone. "Don't be afraid to fight me!"
"Are You sure you want it the hard way?" Ferris rose a brow. Shiromy nodded and a smile wandered over her lips. This was the answer she had hoped for.
"Fight me ... if you can!" She taunted and rose her blade again. "Oh and try not to demolish the temple too badly!"

Ferris attacked.

This was the fight Shiromy had sought for. Ferris' attacks were swift, precise, relentless - and in constant succession. Moving backwards she gave way to the other's attacks and brought the fight in motion. Now Ferris unleashed her true potential, changing styles regularly and keeping Shiromy's defenses on the edge. And she took it further yet, adding kicks and punches to her flurry of slashes and stabs.
What are you doing? She suddenly heard a strangely familiar voice in her head. Was that .... Revan?
I'm observing. she eventually replied.
Ah, then you have learned. Revan commended and fell silent again. At that point Shiromy drew out of range and catapulted herself ontop one of the ancient statues. Looking down on Ferris she pierced her with a burning gaze.
"What now?" Ferris called up frowning.
Shiromy smiled viciously. "My turn."
Her eyes flashed and when she rose her lightsaber again, crimson fire eveloped her, as she reached out and let the darkside surround her. Then she jumped. Diving towards Ferris she let her blade slam down on her. The force of the impact caused a blastwave that threw the two apart for a split second, before Shiromy began her attack. Drawing on the darkside and her Zhawn powers Shiromy boosted her blows while bringing in aspects of her Cha'Lynh Blademaster training. Each strike sent a thunder through the halls as she fully gave in and relentlessly forced an overwhelmed Ferris back.
The final blow threw Ferris back a few meters - granting both women a moment to breath and recover. Focussing each other for a long moment they returned into a ready stance. Now they were equal.

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"Sovereign, this is ESS Barracuda. Prepare for my arrival!" Vince hailed the flagship. The Barracuda had entered the Trivaan system just somewhere between the ESS and Corellian fleet. He had intentionally switched to an open comm channel. Now he plotted the course to bring him as close to the Corellian fleet as possible without taking direct course for them.
"You want the Corellians to know you're here." Toth concluded from the copilot's seat. Vince nodded.
"Wes Janson knows this ship all too well. Hopefully our IFF broadcast or otherwise the comm traffic will catch his attention." For a moment they both regarded the Corellian fleet hanging to their right. Rhitargo had been right. The Oriskany was in a pretty bad shape indeed. At least going by the numerous burns and bumps from numerous hull breaches. And here I thought I had a tendency of getting myself in trouble. Vince mused, as he finally set direct course for the Sovereign.
"Do you think your presence here will change their minds?"
"I hope so." Vince said. Then he noticed Toth focussing the Cruiser with a deep frown on his face.
"I sense great unease and disquiet aboard that ship."
"Are they afraid of something?" Vince frowned.
"Maybe. Can't say what, though." The jedi shook his head. "It's too diffuse to read any speciffic thoughts clearly."
"Well then we just have to hope that my provocative antics elicit him."
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Post by Mako » Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:25 pm

Soren Kay sat in the office that was lended to him aboard the Kilrage. Captain Shirow had been more than accommodating and helpful, especially with that list of wanted ex-CA and Iron Ring members.Soren had sent that off to his superiors within minutes of it being placed in his hands. Even though Captain Shirow, his boss Morba and the other Hutts had been very open about their operations. Something still didn't sit right though. Sitting forward in his seat Soren looked once again at the hyperspace routes of the few freighters that he'd managed to bug with locating beacons. At first their routes did indeed match the what was on the manifest which he had managed to get a copy of, but then he found the freighters going way off course. One freighter ended up on Ziost, another on Phindar, and another still made it's way to Almania. None of these worlds had any known trade agreements with the Hutts, nor did the Hutts control any of them. Another bothersome point was that all the freighters that he had tagged all answered to Captain Shirow directly. There was the possibility that Shirow was under cutting the Hutts profits to line his own pockets. But to do such a thing without the Hutts knowing was almost impossible, and yet the evidence in front of him pointed in that direction. Normally Soren wouldn't be bothered by such a thing, but this information would be a big help in his real assignment of finding out just what was the organization known as the Coalition.
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