*Fused Irvine walks out of the taylor, dressed in new and more 'Sith-like' cloaks, hood doned.

He walks off, soon to comidire another speeder, for his purposes. He flys off in the direction of where he can sense Starr and the fading Deac.*

((I believe there's conflicting EU accounts of the fate of Crix Madine :D

Welcome back, Deac. ^_^

*can't post at the moment as needs to leave - just letting people know that I'm alive ^^;;*))

Beler: Colenel Beler Jil, NRI. I just came from all that vampire crap, and I find out I'm in the New Rebellion...

Greer: Do you know how many more people are planning to join?

((Okay, sorry for the lack of postage everyone. XD))

Coruscant

*An enormous set of doors open in front of the ship Rwos and Gilian are hitching a ride on top of. The two crouch low. The ship slowly comes in for a landing, as the bright lights illuminate the interior of the structure in stark contrast to the darkness of the night outside. It is an enormous installation, comprised of a large hangar and several buildings, surrounded by all sorts of vehicles and smaller ships.*

Rwos: The makes of everything are different...and look at those ships. There's Veloxian, Tai, Chee...all kinds. And some of them have the Shadow's insignia.

Gilian: Foreign mercenaries. Then the syndicate itself is here...

*The ship lands. Door open in front of the docking bay, and several figures in sleek grey combat suits exit, flanked by tall war droids. The central figure wears a red insignia on her outfit, which is styled to look more like a business suit than those of her guards. The entourage stops in front of the ship, which opens. Several mercenaries exit, and one addresses the central figure*

Mercenary: Ms. Aren, we have the cargo.

Aren: In suspended animation as requested?

Mercenary: Yes, of course. *to the others* Bring them out.

*Two cages levitate from the ship's interior, escorted by heavily armed guards. In one cage, Deac Starkiller is suspended unmoving in an energy matrix, held suspended in time. In the second, a half-conscious Hilth rests with binders on his arms and legs*

Aren: And I see you fulfilled the rest of our bargain. *She looks up to the top of the ship* Welcome, Blades Rwos and Gilian. We are pleased you could make it.

Coruscant

*Hilth awakes*

Hilth: Dammit! Please! Let me save him! He'll die within the hour unless I can treat him! He may already be beyond help!

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Beler: Most of the Fleet is joining. It seems that most of the problem comes from some former Imperial activists

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Wild Space

*Lokpihet sits aboard the command deck of an Imperial Class Star Destroyer, talking with an Imperial Officer*

Lokpihet: And you say that this fleet just disappeared?

Stormbalt: The Emperor left it as insurance policy, sir. He built an entire fleet, put the men in cyrosleep, and left them out beyond the rim.

Lokpihet: Is there a way to get there.

Stormbalt: Only the emperor knew...or maybe...

*Lokpihet looks to Malice*

Malice: The way lies beyond the Corporate Sector...

*The ISD hypers away*

Coruscant

Aren: You needn't worry. Starkiller is in suspended animation, and in no danger for the time being.

Rwos: Why have you brought us here?

Aren: As you're definitely aware, we've had our eye on you for a while, Termand Rwos. We have something to offer you.

Rwos: I don't make deals with criminals.

Aren: Don't you? You've had plenty of associations with the criminal underworld in your time here. The network of information you've used to keep yourself effective - and alive - here has depended on them. Simply because we're from your dimension doesn't mean we can't benefit each other here, does it? *looks at Gilian* As for her...everyone knows the vampire Enelya does whatever she pleases.

*Hyper Space, Abord Lokpihet's ISD*

*The child sits in his 'assigned' quarters, alone he is in fear. He attempts to hide from unseen personal demons that he doesn't understand. Above the cowering child two Spectures stand.*

Specture 1 "He sees us, but doesn't know."

Specture 2 "Then it is true then, it's him, but he doesn't remember."

Specture 1 "He may detect us, but he's no use for our kind anymore."

Specture 2 "He does retain some of his powers."

Specture 1 "But they will never return full strength, not even close. Of course his connection with the Force will return to what he was when he was human, but his powers that are unique would most definately be confused as specialy 'gifted' powers through the Force."

*The two vanish.*

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*The Devastator*

Irvine *through the force* "Father, I'm getting bored, how much longer?"

Coruscant

*Hilth is not satisfied*

Hilth: Why are you doing this? What is it you want? *He then makes his assumption* So...the ancient conspiracy returns.

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Wild Space

*Two Super Star Destroyers. Three Hundred Star Destroyers, Five Hundred Victory Class Destroyers, Numerous Escort Carriers and Support ships hang in space. Lokpihet's ISD hovers in space*

Stormbaltz: Four were orignlly made. Didn't you ever wonder where the last two went.

[Note: Four Made- Executor, one at Yevetha accounted for. Don't mention Rebel Assault's "Terror", because no other source confirms it's making or existence.]

Lokpihet: I guess not. And all are crewed? Where the hell did the emperor get the men for this?

Malice: Palpatine didn't ask...an age old conspiracy comes to light again...

Greer: Better than I thought it would be, Cracken's probably gonna try to stay neutral in this one, all I'm worried about is the Separists, if they stay out of this, we might actually have a good chance.
*Greer turns to Ackbar and Maidine*
Greer: Can you walk?

((OSS: Yeah, Crix is dead, this is an alternate universe though.))

Ackbar: General Relleness has not had to to make his feelings truly felt, we met only with the tip of his storm.

Madine: Relleness your coming with us, I'm sure General Cracken would like to talk with you.

*Madine retreives his side-arm from the desk. Relleness sees this and draws his own blaster, he screams "Never!", as he brings the blaster around Madine fires, hitting Relleness in the mouth, a light flashes behind his eyes and then, a fraction of a second later his head explodes, splattering everyone with gore.*

Madine: Damm, he would have been useful.

Dasken: Now we really need to get out of here! Follow me.

*Dasken opens the door, only to be assailed by blaster fire.*

Squad leader: There they are, take them down!

*Greer quickly falls onto one knee, barely dodging a volley of fire, and shoots at the soldiers. He manages to take out one who was in the proscess of removing a thermal detonater from his belt*

*Fused Irvine races in the direction of Deac, Rwos, Gillian, and Starr.*

*He arrives, nothing to be seen or felt, but old buildings, how ever only one person remained that could be easily 'felt'. He races downward through metal and dribris.*

*Eventually he finds a crashed ship, damage easily seen due to it being either shot down or merely thrown down. He Lands his speeder and searches for an accessable hatch.*

((I like Crix, and I disliked the way the author wrote him when he killed him. So - bah! ;)))

Coruscant - Shadow Base

Aren: *bemused* An interesting observation, Mr. Hilth.

Gilian: You're a pack of fools. If you wish to appeal to my darker side, then why don't I simply unleash it on you, while Rwos carries off his two friends, whom you've so kindly deposited back at our feet? *She holds her blade extended and ready at her side*

Aren: Don't be so quick to call us foolish, Master Enelya. All I have to do is say the word, and both these humans will be killed from within their cages. Besides, we aren't interested in a mess here. It's in your best interests to cooperate.

Rwos: Cooperate with what? Explain yourself.

Aren: As we both know, Termand Rwos, knowledge is power. I want to propose an exchange of information.

Rwos: The last time someone wanted such an exchange, it proved quite deadly on my part.

Aren: I assume you refer to the attack on you by K'Warra K'laar by proxy of the shifter-demon Sejhan. We had nothing to do with that attack, but-

Rwos: This demon had another humanoid with him, calling himself Duncan. I have previously seen this humanoid on one of the Shadows' ships. Thus, I can only assume that the Syndicate was backing the attack. You, I presume are the Syndicate head in this dimension - why should I trust any information you have to give me?

Aren: It is true that this demon requested some of our services rather recently. That is, in fact, what alerted us fully to the...interesting possibilites of this dimension. That, and newly discovered prophecies that I imagine you've found for yourself already. Including, but not limited to, so-called Blood Scrolls. Along with the prophecy of the Sleepers.

Rwos: The Sleepers?

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Coruscant

*Starr's ship continues to sink into the decaying construction. His ship jerks suddenly as it passes through some sort of interference field. The ship's systems simultaneously overload and shut down.

Starr musters the presence of mind to shield himself in the Force against the impact as his ship crashes to the ground - the floor of an abandoned, open skyscraper.

He opens the canopy and climbs out. A quick check of his systems reveals that they are all offline, but undamaged. Suddenly, he senses presences behind him.

He turns to see a man in strange armor emerge from the shadows. Six Vanguards walk behind him*

Starr: Impossible. My master destroyed the Vanguards when he destroyed Ulna Shardes...

Man: Wrong, my friend. Farran Darkholme's creations were well-protected, if left dormant. When we found them, it was a simple matter to alter the telepathic strings that controlled them, as their creator never expected them to be tampered with.

Starr: So you're looking for a fight, then. *igniting his lightsaber* Good. I haven't had the chance to kill any pathetic fools like yourselves in too long.

Man: *smirking* Very well. Vanguards - attack!

*Coruscant*

*When Fused irvine finds a hatch, he jerks his head in the general direction of Starr, and the Vanguard near him.

He jumps back onto the speeder, drawing back every possible output of the force that he can muster, the problem was that he didn't know how much he can hold back now that he's gained more then he's orginal form could never achive. He guns it the speeder.*

Coruscant

Hilth: A lot of names I don't even know...guess I was wrong. Seems you want Deac just to get to Rwos, without even realising why a simple soldier mattered so much to an Imperial Warlord? Ever wonder why Deac got his augmentations so quickly? Or why it is he ended up at the Cantina with a ready supply of equipment and somehow managed to have family connections? Or maybe it doesn't even matter to you...

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Wild Space

*Millions of Cyro Cylinders open, and men step out, taking their positions on the new warfleet. Lokpihet appears on the screens*

Lokpihet: My fellow Imperials, the Emperor is dead and most of the galaxy now rages in chaos. Only I, Lokpihet Darkstar remain faithful to the true ideals of our Imperium. That is why we must fight. You went to sleep hoping to awaken victorious. Now we must fight for that victory.

Coruscant

Aren: You underestimate us, Mr. Hilth. If we weren't interested, we wouldn't have brought you here. Besides, it seems pretty clear to me that the Starkiller, not to mention the ruler of a planet, would be fairly important to an Imperial warlord, especially if the warlord was a relative of his... *to Rwos* Your reaction surprises me. Surely you've heard of the Sleepers by now?

Rwos: I've heard very little.

Aren: We know how to identify them. What we don't know is what their purpose is. No one seems to. "The Sleepers shall prepare the way."

Gilian: So many words, and so little said. What do you want of us?

Aren: According to our intelligence, the Blades want to find out what the Sleepers are, and what their purpose is. So do we. We think you'd be willing to work with us, to pool our resources so we can find out before the foretold apocalypse arrives. After all, knowledge is power.

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*The Vanguard close in on Starr and strike at him with their long, metal rod-like weapons. Starr easily deflects them with his lightsaber. The rods are not cut by his lightsaber, however, only knocked away. Starr attempts to push one away with the Force, but his attack has no affect on the Vanguard*

Just as our intelligence told us. Attacks through the Force can't hurt them, and they can imitate passive uses of the Force. But even if they're as fast as me, they won't necessarily be as skilled as me...

*Starr draws upon the Force to speed his movements and unleashes a flurry of attacks on the Vanguard. He strikes at the seams in their cortosis-laced armor, wounding several of the super-soldiers*

Border of Aesir Space: Bifrost

*The Disen and her task force disengaged the slipstream drives at Bifrost, the sole entrance to their home space. Normally the entrance wasn't to active. This time however, many ships were in line waiting their turn to enter Aesirian space.

Svafa stood at the bridge gazing out when the com. crackled*

Com: This is Bifrost control. Welcome back Disen. You are number 80 in line. Sending coordinates now.

Com Officer: Thank you Bifrost control. Moving there now.

*The Disen moves into position and waits to gain entrance. Fighters weave in and out of the various lanes. Svafa sat on the bridge curious as to why so many ships were returning home.

Within 30 minutes the Disen crossed Bifrost and was inside the defenses.*

Svafa: Set course for Asgard, maxium speed.

Navigation: Yes ma'm.

*The Disen orinatates itself only the appropiate vector and once again engages it slipstream drive*

Nagiation: ETA to Asgard, 2 Hours.

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Asgard

*Odin stood upon a balcony at his palace looking at the sky. He the Wildhuntsman, and some of the other large warships now orbiting Asgard. If he used the simpliest binoculars he could have seen many more.

A roar in the distance caught his attention and he looked over to see a group of drakes with riders upon them. This brought a smile to his face. He had just recieved word of the Disen arriving at Bifrost and now was eagerly awaiting the arrival of his daughters. The last two of his children to return.

Then perhaps things can begin.*

*Kaildor reloaded a pistol while still firing the other. Suddanly Kaildor stopped firing and holstered one of his guns Looking out of the Window He began to climb out*

Kaildor: cover me

*With no furter explation Kaildor jumped from the window dropping to the ground. He ran to a hover car and began hotwiring it*

*The hospital now looks like a crime scene, spectators are held back by police, the military sends waves of soldiers to take the hospital, but still the team holds out. O'Connel sniped a soldier with a body shield, and threw a grenede at a hovercar. The car exploded, distracting the other soldiers.*

Coruscant

Aren: So what do you say, Blade? A temporary truce?

Rwos: Supposing we did agree to help each other. Wouldn't that defeat both our jobs here? My mission is to keep ...people... like you out of this dimension. If I helped you, I would be helping your people gain yet more footholds here. You on the other hand, would never agree to cease Syndicate activity in these worlds - and even if you did, I wouldn't believe you. You don't have that authority.

Aren: We already have our footholds, Blade - you can't take us all on, no matter what your own superiors believe. I'd hoped you would see it from our viewpoint - helping you hurts us, yes, but the benefits outweigh the risks. I'm sure you can see that this goes both ways in this case...

*Gilian whispers to Rwos* You know what they say - keep your friends close, and your enemies closer...besides, we have to get Starkiller out of danger, don't we?

Rwos: Very well. We shall have a truce...for now. Now, about Deac...

Aren: Oh, we don't intend to kill your beloved Starkiller - after all, we have our own offer for him. *She presses a button on a remote. The energy matrix in Deac's cage deactivates, putting Deac out of suspended animation. Hilth's binders release and his cage opens*

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*Starr continues to fight the Vanguard, quickly realizing that they are aiming to incapacitate, not to kill, and turning this to his advantage. Already four of the six Vanguard around him had cracks in their cortosis-laced armor, and sputtering, failed shields. One had a limp arm from a well-placed lightsaber strike. They still surrounded him, however, giving him no opening to escape*

*Coruscant*

*The sound of a lightsaber's igniting behind a few vanguard followed by a Man's voice, almost from no where.*

Fused Irvine *Smirking* "So, whats the occasion? It's sad to see that I might break up this little party!"

*Fused Irvine charges at a vangaurd, begins a swing agenst him, then at the last moment, Fused Irvine darts back and finishes his swing at another Vanguard, to complete a surprise attack.*

*Hilth rushes to Deac*

Hilth: Damn! It's worse than I feared...only...Rwos! Get over here now or Deac will die within the next ten minutes.

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*Lokpihet, now standing at the Bridge of the SSD Lucifer, surevys his fleet*

Lokpihet: First target, Cracken's captial planet. All ships, prepare for Hyperspace.

((Need to use this character more))
*Chavo exits hyperspace prematurely, in wild space... and in front of SSD Lucifer.*
Chavo: OH FUDGE THIS. I had to choose the one with the New Republic ship ID.

*Kaildor was shook by the grenades expolsion. Getting to his feet, kaildor finshed stealing the Hover car. getting in He sped through the warzone that had sprung up. He drove for around 10 miunites untill he stopped outside a plain looking building. he got out and opened the door. *

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temp Guy :D

Name: Drakain Dhavl
Age:71
Occupation: Retired/Underground Electronics suppler
Bio: Friend of kaildor who is an expert in the art of electronics and intel gathering
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*Drakain stood behind a heap of what looked like scarap, welding. He looked up*

Drakain: What the ...kaildor...?

Kaildor: No time for small talk. I need you to build a locator. You know every electronic device gives of a freqauncey, no matter how weak

Drakain: Dont leacture me in basic electronics boy

Kaildor: Fine. I need a locator that can tune into the waves of my cybernetic parts

Drakain: Thats a preaty skeachy idea...it may not work. when do you need it?

kaildor: as soon as possiable

*Rwos, feeling a sense of deja vu, jumps down froim the ship and rushes over to Deac*

It's just like how it happened before...except the person on the floor then was me...

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*The Vanguard captain turns around*

Captain: New target...unidentified. Destroy it quickly.

*The Vanguard, now further empowered by being able to draw on Fused Irvine's power as well as Starr's, split into two groups. Three continue to attack Starr with their metal batons. Three unsheath long, deadly rifles and aim at Fused Irvine*

((Sorry guys. will post tonight.))

Fused Irvine "Starr! Conseal your presence, their power draws from it!"

*Fused Irvine quickly switches form his logn saber to one of his dual saber's, while he continues to retact any possible output of the force that flows through him.*

Fused Irvine 'One of the very few times I'd wish I had a Yasamari around...'

*Hilth jabs a hypodermic needle into Rwos arm and begins extracting blood. He places the sample into another small device which he has pulled out of his medikit. He waits a moment, and then places a new sample of black substance into another hypo, then injects Deac.

Deac awakens, his hair turning it's usual brown, and gets up*

Deac: Hilth! What the hell did you put in me!?

Hilth: Relax, Starkiller. Rwos DNA had some avatar traces...

Deac: The Darkstar, you mean!

Coruscant

Rwos: Won't he need more than a blood transfusion to cure him? What is happening?

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Starr: Don't you think I've tried that? They draw off our connections to the Force! Wait...you're the other Irvine...the clone? No...you're different somehow...

*The Vanguard open fire on Fused Irvine. Huge bursts of energy fly from the guns, dissolving the permacrete they hit*

Fused Irvine *responding to Starr, while dodging fire and defelecting at the same time* "Yeah, and I saw the demonstration of these damn things!"

*Fused Irvine conjures a bit of Force to attempt to pull the weapons from the Vanguard's fingers.*

((Wait a minute, didn't Starr, Alys and Cracken deal with vanguard on CSII?))

((OOS: The energy bolts are too big to be deflected by lightsabers - like concussion rifle blasts))

*Irvine's Force pull has no effect on the Vanguard, who continue to blast at him, tracking his movements. Starr maneuvers himself underneath some of the machinery torn up by their fire, and using the Force, throws the broken pieces at his attackers*

*Fused Irvine, grits his teeth at the failed attempt. While still running, he quickly doubles back and looks at the surrounding area.*

Fused Irvine 'Those vanguard have themselves perched right under some structure... Perfect...'

*Fused Irvine cicles around, using very small bursts of force speed, to allow him to become less predicable. While at the same time on the other side from the Vanguard, he prepares a few of the sabers that he carries to throw at the structures above the Vanguard.*

*Clark calls Gilan & Rwos through a comlink*
Clark: What's the situation over there?

Hilth: That's the beauty of it! Your blood contains enough of the new DNA for the nanites we put in him to rebuild. They would have been able to do much more, we just didn't program them.

Deac: But you put the Darkstar in me!

Hilth: As it is in Rwos here. It won't harm you nay more than it has him.

*Rwos' comlink is off, so Clark's message doesn't immediately come through*

Rwos: I do have a regenerative ability, but I don't see how the Darkstar's ashes, so to speak, being inside you could hurt you...after all, it isn't the being itself...

Aren: So, Starkiller. Care to listen to our proposal? Hate to be so rushed, but after all, we did save your life - perhaps we could have a moment of your time in return?

Asgard: In Orbit

*The Disen finally arrives at Asgard. There are hundreds of warships orbiting the planet. The disen takes her assigned parking spot. Svafa prepares a shuttle to take her and Hildr down to the planet.

Hildr is in the back of the shuttle securing their personal items down. In around five minutes the shuttle lifts off and heads towards the planet*

*Clark realizes that Rwos has his comlink off. He cursed and took the frustration out on a couple of poor soldiers who broke through the sniper line*

Korriban
*The Devastator broke from hyperspace, in orbit around Korriban. The navagation was tricky, as several automated Gravity Well Generators were active along the main route in system. an odd thing to encounter, but a precaution Palpatine took, none the less.

(Taking liberties, i have time to catch up on. Scar, just go along)

An Imperial shuttle, flanked by TIE-Defenders launched from the bridge hanger bay, and made it's way planetside. Cracken looked at his son, whom seemed a little nervous. Permissable, for sure, the Dark Side was calling him, being so close to the ancient Sith training grounds and capital world.

Even Cracken shivered a bit. The Dark Side is indeed strong here.... excellent, it shall serve my purposes exactly...

Cracken reached into his cloak, and pulled a small holoProjector out, and flicked it on. a small red dot glowed on the surface map, underneith, was a single line of text, written in an ancient language.

The Valley of the Sith*

*Irvine walks down the ramp of the shuttle, the coldness that he felt from the planet itself. The coldness shot right through him, he hid this sensation quickly, for his father looks before him. The only thing that he showed was a little shakiness, with the unplesentness of the area.

He begain to wonder if re-uniting with his father was a good idea, then yet again what plaqued his mind was the voice who spoke to him eariler...*

Irvine "Before we venture forward, I have to ask. You know of a clone of myself that I have, and that it seems that it has taken an advantage somehow to become more powerful then I am, if not he might be almost becoming equal to the increases in your poetential. What I'm asking is what is to be done with him? Not to be put lightly, but I fear for any lack of faith in my own progress in training that I already have been." *Confused thoughts and worries ran through his mind now...*

((OOS: Um. Fused Irvine does not have the same kind of powers Cracken has, and since when can you use the Force to teleport? Cracken has speshul dimension-warping capabilites, but they are SPESHUL, and involve a form of magic :p

A secondary issue: if you use a Force power, you are using the Force, and the Vanguard leech off this energy. The user can't possibly control this, unless the Force as a whole is inside them. If F. I. cuts off his link to the Force so the Vanguard can't leech off of it, he would loose his ability to use the Force, being cut off from it. ;)))

((aw, crap. i go abouts things way too complicated...))

Outlying Shipyard Of Imperial Capital System

*Lokpihet's SSD hypers alone into the system and begins firing at the unsuspecting installations*

Lokpihet: I can hurt you Cracken!

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Coruscant

Deac: Who the hell are you?

*Cracken walked down the ramp, his son in tow, and listens to him speak*

He will be dealt with. Personally.

*Cracken emphazised the last bit, sending chills down Irvine's spine. He finally stepped on Korriban sand, and felt... invigorated. yes.... he let the dark side flow through him, revitalizing him, as if a long lost sense was open once again.

Granted his connection to the Force was never gone, but for some reason, all that dimension hopping, with the new powers it gave him...dulled it. Now, he felt complete, as if the new powers and the Force within him were balancing out.

He opened his eyes, to see his Major General walk up to him, giving a sharp military bow. The landing party had departed immediatly after breaking hyperspace, followed by Cracken's shuttle a few hours later. They were to secure teh Valley of the Sith, and prepare the main entrance is possible.*

Cracken: I hope everything has gone smootly Major

Major: yes sir, however.... the men are nervous. some have been mysteriously lost, vanishing with out a trace. The men are uneasy, my lord.

Cracken: as they should be. Is the entrance prepared?

Major: I'm sorry my lord, it is not, the entrance is inpervious to any attempts to blow it or move it.

Cracken: very well, you may withdraw your troops, leave to speeders here, and return to the Devastator.

Major: at once, my lord.

*The Major gave a sharp bow, and rounded up his troops, and left hurridly. Cracken motioned for Irvine to get on one of the speeders, and follow him.*
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(DEAC: Bilbringi is the new Imperial Capital. and good luck... you'll need it)

*Karrak looked out at the enemy Super Star Destroyer. Pity, a fine machine it was. Too bad his orders were to destroy it.*

Captain, uncloak the Fade, and have the Vengance Hyperspace behind it, targeting engines and the bridge deflector shields. We shall target the main hull, and fighters to run interference, Bombers to pick out hanger bays and vital systems.

Turn on teh gravity well generators.

*The Fade uncloaked, un-nervingly close to Lokiphets SUper Star Destroyer, and opened up her guns on it. Fighters launched simultaniously, launching pinpoint strikes against the ships hull. The Vengance appeared soon after, launching her fighters and attacking the engines on the massive warship.

And the Gravity well genertators turned on, trapping the massive star ships in a battle to the death*

*Chavo finally began breathing again once the star destroyers entered hyperspace. Suddenly, he got an idea. he quickly ordered the computer to trace Lokiphet's hyperspace rout, and any possible imperial locations. He got the most likely result: a shipyard. He entered hyperspace to that location immidiatly.*

*Lokiphet's SSD*

*The child renches in fear as the ship gets hit repeatedly, cowering in a corner, he wishes everyone who's attacking to just leave him alone.*

*Again the child's body glows with an eerie dark arua.*

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*The Fade, Weapons control*

*The gunner's follow orders to the letter, with out questioning orders. One of the gunner's stops firing, he tells his superoir that he troubles of a pain in his chest. He is then releaved and replaced. The gunner who replaces him, then too feels such pain, but is ordered to continue.

Second later, the gunner falls dead, blood dripping form his mouth. After the gunner's heart stops, another complains about pains in his chest too. The Officer, sends word to the bridge, about misterious deaths.*

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*Lokiphet's SSD*

*The child cowers in a corner, his hands in well closed fists, glowing red with the dark side.*

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*Korriban*

*Irvine is relectant to get on a speeder, but gets on with out question.*

Aren: I represent a interdimensional business syndicate. We've taken an interest in your dimension, and we have an offer for you, and your New Rebellion.

Rwos: They're criminals, Deac.

Aren: Because we break laws created by those who had no authority to make them in the first place? What morality says dimensions should be separated the way the Blades wish?

Rwos: The laws against interference with other dimensions were created for a good reason.

Aren: If you want to see it that way, Termand Rwos, you yourself are a criminal. The Blades sent you here to watch. However, you've aided the rebellion and the New Republic, along with your friend here. Who knows, you may have even changed the course of this galaxy's history with your interference. Is it any different because you're a Blade?

Rwos: The Shadows interfere in destructive ways. Your methods are harmful and I don't trust your intentions. Nothing you've done in this dimension has benefitted it in any way. The Blades, when we do interfere, only interfere in positive ways.

Aren: The fact that we have only now begun to create a sizeable "disturbance" now, aside...if that was true, wouldn't you prefer we interfered in a positive way, like you, Termand Rwos? You haven't even let me tell Starkiller our proposal yet.

Rwos: How could we trust you? Gilian and I have seen the Shadows in action before...

Aren: We simply want a profitable venture here. *to Deac* What would you say if we offered to sell your rebel government the kinds of weapons you may have seen Rwos or other interdimensionals here use? I guarantee you, they would grant you a significant advantage over the more static technology of your current enemies. For a reasonable price, we can give you the tools to win this war, and put your galaxy out of danger... What do you say?

((OOC: Jokemaster, it'll be impossible to get to the battle, as the EMpire, me, has turned on gravity well generators, pretty much eliminating hyperspace from the question))

Lokpihet's SSD

*Lokpihet notices the child cowering in a corner. He instructs his fleet to continue firing*

Lokpihet: It's all right child. You don't want them to hurt you? Just tell that man *points to the gunner* who'se scaring you and he'll make them go away.

Malice: You'd make a good father, Lokpihet. Ever thought about it?

Lokpihet: Just keep firing.

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Coruscant

Deac: I got put into NRI's extra dimensional branch. We were told not to take your technology. Why would you offer it?

*The child nods, stands, and runs off.*

??? *from behind Lokpihet, a cold chilly voice* "Lord Lokpihet,..."

*The person standing behind Lokpihet, was a man, who caried the same dark aura as the child, but more intence. The image of the man, was blury, yet as clear as if it were a picture. The man whom looked in perfect health, still looked quite dead.*

??? "...I've come to merely thank thee. Pease time gets so boring for my kind, little death I'm afriad. And oh yes, do take care of the child, he was once one of us, whom coencidently, like I was at one time, human. Keep him out of too much trouble, there would be alot of, intanglements with different forms of entities who don't personally like our kind..."

*A book appears infront of the man, which opens up to a page showing a glowing name, and abit of more information. Immedately the book closes and vanishes.*

??? *before Lokpihet can answer* "Ooops I'm almost late." *The image of the man changes to a pure dark aura, more like a cloud, wielding a Scythe.* "Ta."

*The 'cloud' rraces down the corrador to a place where he preps his scythe to attack something, still in view of Lokpihet. Walking into the corrador an Officer, whom doesn't seem to notice whats happening.*

Officer "My lord I..."

*A rough explosion occurs, a rupture in the corrador, where a piece of metal breaks from a steam line and hits the Officer in the chest. at the same time the blade of the Scythe is swung at complete syncronisation with the shrapnal, killing the officer where he stood. A bright light flys from the officer, and dissapears, along with the the dark spirit with it.*