Hirst: Lord Flax, Lady Mirra *Nodding her head in their respective directions. You are correct I carry a message form my father Lord Odin.

*Hirst rotates her hand so her palm is facing up revealing a small device. With a slight squeeze of her hand a holographic image of Odin appears. In this image he is not hiding the fact that he has but one eye*

Odin: Hello Flax. My people have come to some decisions recently, one of which is to increase overt relations between our peoples. Pursuint to that we have constructed an space station to serve as an embassy. I invite your government and the Jedi to either come to that station or to send ambassadors. I'll be at the station two days after you recieve this message. My daughter will provide you with coordinates and answer any of your questions.

*The holographic image of Odin disappears. One of the Valkyrie produces a datapad, hands it to Hirst who then gives it to Flax. The datapad contains the coordinates to a space station located in known space in a nebula*

Phobos: Gagh! I'm running out of air! Make your choice soon or Deac will die!

*Republic space*

*RH Irvine's convoy exits hyperspace half way to Imperial space.

A shuttle is deployed, fulled with food and supplies from the ISD in place of the contraband that was taken from it, to make the manefesto of the shuttle's cargo to be real.

The convoy reenters hyperspace for Imperial Space, while the shuttle turns around and jumps for Coruscant.*

*Flax looks at the datapad. He raises an eyebrow.*

Flax: The Asier are now willing to take an open role on the Galactic Stage? May I ask what has promted this change? I forget my manners, though. Would you like a drink?

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Hal: Kill him Rwos, if he won't release Deac, Deac would want him dead. He'd make the sacrifrice.

Rwos: Here's the deal, Phobos. Give Deac control of his body now. Hal will know the difference. We'll release you into the computer mind of a ship with a hyperdrive. If you can reach the Obra-Skai with that, so be it. We'll try to stop you, of course. But at least you'll have a chance. What do you say? Either you do this, or you die now.

*F Irvine's presence gets closer to the planet...*

((just throwing a bone))


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*Ulna Shardes*

*It's been more then a week since the demons arrived, and already they procured enough supplies to the planet to construct several buildings and a simple launch pad.*

*The demon incharge looks at the progress in pride as he notes that this was progressing at a near record pace.*


*scouts had patrolled more around the area, gradually increasing the distence to several kilometers.*

*hours later one scout returns urgently*

Scout *to commanding demon* "We found a survivor! She looks heavly wounded from waht ever happened to this planet."

((Gotta get back up on about that about Reletha becomign a demon and showing up in crisis))

((OOS: That was an alternate universe...and I hope you've asked Deac about what you're doing with his character ;)))

Hirst: I am only the messanger, and cannot answer those questions. If you wish answers to them you will have to ask my father. Thank you for you kind offer but as long as I'm on duty I cannot have a drink.

Phobos: Agreed.

*Deac flinches*

Deac: Back. Thanks guys. Let's get out of here. There's some data transfer cable on the ship.

Flax: *Nods.* Fair Answers. I cannot go myself, conduct of this war must be my primary concern. I will choose a delegation, they will arrive at the appointed time.

Now, will you take a gift to your father? *Flax clicks his fingers, and a Page walks foward, carrying an Agamarian Longsword.*

The Blade is 38 inches long, made of black steel, it is broad and flat, but with a cruel point. The Crossgaurd is polished bronze, decorated with intricate inlay, instead of the ends of the gaurds bearing wolves they are skulpted into ravens. The two hand grip is covered in woven fish skin. The pommel is similarly decorated to the crossgaurd.*

Flax: This weapon was bourne by one of our greatest warriors. Legend has it he once used it to kill a man by punching through his Mithril armour. They say the armour was taken from a slain Asier. I thought is perhaps your father would appriciate the signifficance of that, as well as the blade itself.

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Hal: If you'd rather we could shoot you with an Ion Cannon. Then you both go.

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*Dasken and Greer enter the shop, a tailor greets them.*

Tailor: Hello, how may I help you gentlemen?

Dasken: My Isros here requires one of your finest suits. The ones you don't show to the rifraf.

Tailor: *Smiling.* Very well, follow me please, gentlemen.

*The group go into the back of the shop.*

Tailor: *Stops smiling.* What do you need?

Greer: Two sniper rifles, four E-11 blaster rifles, at least two thermal detonator belts, Dasken, you want anything?

Rwos: *letting Deac up, but staying ready to move if needed* I don't think that will be necessary. Hal, tell me if Phobos takes control of Deac again. We'll take my ship. There's three seats; that'll be enough.

*Rwos touches his wristband. His ship's cockpit opens*

Rwos: Deac, what happened in there?

((BD: Just being curious, why ravens?))

*Hirst picks up the blade and examines the guard, she hands it to one of the valkyries behind her*

Hirst: Thankyou, this is a gift I know my father will love, I will also relay the story behind the sword. In order that we may prepare, do you have a rough idea of the size of the delegation, and who may be a part of it?

Deac: I went to uplink to the computer core. I was gonna buy us a couple of minutes. Then...he...got in. He downloaded himself into the micro-processor on my motor control centre. He took complete controll of my functions. Rwos, don't let him get away!

*Rwos enters his ship after Deac*

Rwos: We should uphold our end of the bargain. *He punches a few buttons* However...

*Deac's body sparks and stiffens*

Rwos: ...I can't take too many chances. Sorry about that, Deac.

*To Hal* Can your father get us an...appropriate ship?

((Well Flax family swords have wolves, the swords of all the Lords are enshrined in the Church apon Death. So, since it wouldn't be a Flax sword I decided it should have something different. I came up with ravens, then made the connection. Subconcious I suppose. Or did I get my mythology mixed up?))

Flax: The Delegation will arrive in a Corvette, escorted by an X-Wing Squadron. The actual Delegation will be Between four and six. If my eldest son arrives back intime I will send him. If not I will send someone to represent the Military and the Jedi, with their respective aides. My Daughter will represent my House, she travels with four maids and twelve House Gaurds.

*Mirra looks at her father.*

Mirra: I do not think I will need that many bodygaurds with our Allies father. *She gives her father her mothers stern look.*

Flax: Very well...... Eight House Gaurds. That will cause no problems, I hope?

((Well Flax family swords have wolves, the swords of all the Lords are enshrined in the Church apon Death. So, since it wouldn't be a Flax sword I decided it should have something different. I came up with ravens, then made the connection. Subconcious I suppose. Or did I get my mythology mixed up?))

Flax: The Delegation will arrive in a Corvette, escorted by an X-Wing Squadron. The actual Delegation will be Between four and six. If my eldest son arrives back intime I will send him. If not I will send someone to represent the Military and the Jedi, with their respective aides. My Daughter will represent my House, she travels with four maids and twelve House Gaurds.

*Mirra looks at her father.*

Mirra: I do not think I will need that many bodygaurds with our Allies father. *She gives her father her mothers stern look.*

Flax: Very well...... Eight House Gaurds. That will cause no problems, I hope?

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Dasken: I'll need an E-11 and a DL-55 Auto-Pistol, with flash and sound suppresser.

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Hal: You're forgetting Elella, I'll take her in my ship. The Chief and I can keep an eye on her. We should all head back to Agamar.

*The fleet exits hyperspace*

Captian "My Lord, it seems that the reactor on the planet hasnt exploded yet."

F irvine "I know that!" *calmly* "Deploy gravity wells and Tie squadrons, disable their engines when they reach orbit. I want them alive."

Greer: We're going to need some suppressors for the sniper rifles also. And if you have any good liqor, that'd be good too.

Hirst: If you wish we can assign two Einherjar to act as bodyguards as well.

There is another thing. My father wishes to express his condolences for the loss of your wife. Her name, image, and her biography have been added to our archives of the jedi.

*The valkyrie to Hirst's left, pulls a leather bound book from a pouch. The front of the book has a highly detailed image of a Jedi holding an activated lightsaber etched into the leather, there is also red satin bookmark hanging from it*

Hirst: This book contains a very small portion of our Jedi archive. Within it's pages is your wife's biography as it is recorded in the archives, as well as some other illustrious Jedi. We have marked the place where her biography begins. As long as we are around she will be remembered and honored. It is our hope that the book and that fact offers some comfort to you and your family.

*Deac shuts down*

Deac: Thanks Rwosssssssssssss.ugh

Rwos: I didn't forget her. I didn't want Phobos to think about her. *He closes the cockpit and switches to comm, lifting off* I'll meet you at Agamar. How long will your hyperspace transit take?

*Elella enters the ship*

Elella: What's wrong with him?

Hal: *Over Com.* I'm going to push it up to 0.68, we should be there in a couple of days. My father can get a small transport or somrthing for Phobos.

*To Elella*: Your father has had his cybernetics infected with a concious virus. We're taking him home so we can purge his system fully.

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Flax: Thankyou. *Takes the book.* Sadly my wife's prenence persists here, and will continue to do so until her killer has been dealt with. The extra gaurds will not be necessary, my daughter's safety is not at issue among your people.

My delegation will at the station in five days, I need time to prepare and I would rather await the return of my Son and Lord Starkiller.

((Don't forget I'm going to try and capture yo guys :)))

Elella: Is he gonna be ok? I mean- you're PURGING his system. Wouldn't that kill him?

Rwos: *over comm* I can be there in hours. Could you send a message to your father requesting help?

*Tie fighters are deployed*

Hal: He can survive for short periods without his cybernetics, we have all his softwhere backed up at Agamar. Can you take the stick?

*Hal activates the Hypercom. The face of a comunications tech appears.*

Tech: Colonel Flax, what can I do for you, Sir?

Hal: I need to talk to my Aunt.

Tech: Lady Windrider is in a meeting, Sir.

Hal: I don't care, put her on. Now

Tech: Yes Sir.

*There is a pause and the screen flickers.*

*When the image resolves the Tech has been replaced by Sellena.*

Sellena: *Kurtly.* What is it Hal?

Hal: Some computer virus has infected Deac. He's going to need his system purged.

Sellena: You're joking?

Hal: No, we also need a small ship. Rwos cut a deal with the virus. He should be there in a few hours, he'll explain then.

Sellena: Hal, you need to get back. Your father has a job for you.

Hal: Believe me, we're leaving. I have some TIEs to lose now.

*Cuts the connection.*

*Switches back to short range coms.*

Hal: Rwos, I've set it up, we're out of here.

*Cuts com.*

Hal: Hay, Chief? You got us a jump point yet?

Chief: Lock in. Whenever you're ready.

*The holoprogector activates a hyperbouy.*

*Hal steers the ship towards it.*

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*The Tailor nods.*

Tailor: Okay, I'll have your suit ready in two days, Sir.

Dasken: We'd better get back and see how the others are doing.

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Comms "We've recorded enemy com chatter sir."

F. Irvine *calmly* "Good. If we have anyone who's incopident and they manage to escape, we'll plot their course and follow leaving who ever behind. For the time being get those gravity wells engaged, so they can't enter hyperspace..."

*The TIEs began to fire barrages at the two ships aiming for their hyperdrives and all oter propulsion systems.*

*Greer nodded*
Greer: Yeah. We'll be back in two days.
*Greer walked out of the store*

SSD Lucifer

*Stormbaltz enters the bridge*

Stormbaltz: My Lord, what has happened to Lord Darkstar?

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Elella: That Irvine guy's sending fighters. This isn't going to be good. Except...he doesn't know I know the codes to their sensor network. If I can access Lucifer's computer, I can shut down her sensors. Those TIEs'll be flying blind for about 30 seconds before we enter their scanning range!

Hal: No need, their Grav Gens aren't up get.

*Over Com*

Good luck guys! See you on the far side.

*Punches it.*

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*Dasken follows Greer.*

Hirst: That is understandable. Is there anything else you would like me to tell my father before we return to our ship?

F Irvine "He's no longer with us for the time being... Whats the status of Malice?"

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*Outside Coruscant system*

*RH Irvine nears a rebel check point.*

Rwos: Good.

*He keys in coordinates, and with a flash of light his ship enters the alien world of warp-space.*

Stormbaltz: Lightsaber through the heart. It's unlikely a lab-produced one can take hold. The doctors are asking what you want done with the body.

F. Irvine "I've brought up some technology from the planet, it might be useful for creating a clone."

*Rwos' ship jumps into warp space.*

F. Irvine *with an angered look on his face, said calmy* "Did you track that? And did the sensors record what that ship has done?"

Science officer "We'll find out in a few moments..."

F. Irvine "TIE fighters intercept the other ship, now!"

*The TIE open fire on Hal's ship*

Comms "My lord, I'm getting a report in from the technitions finding out why the Gravity well generators are malfuntioning! They believe it was sabotage."

F. Irvine *with a smirk* "The girl..."

Stormbaltz: My lord, chasing them down proved to be Lord Darkstar's downfall. Might I ask what your interest in reviving Lady Malice is?

((FYI, Scar, Rwos' warp drive is not only able, it is made to jump inside gravity wells. ;)

Its designers had no use for space flight.))

F. Irvine "I have several. But for main reason Malice is a clone of Lord Syrnl Darkstar, don't ask me how he's a she. Lokpihet hasn't disclosed details of that mystery." *sighs* "Very well, Starkiller will continue to live for now."

*F. Irvine stands up and begins walking off the bridge.*

F. Irvine "If the TIEs are fruitless in the attempt to capture the Jedi Hal and Lord Lokpihet's kin, have them return to dock, and set course for Ulna Shardes. I will be in my quarters."

((Scar, Hal and Co. are long gone.))

*Hal's ship reverts to hyperspace, makes a course ajustment and jumps again.*

Hal: Well, Lady Elella, I do not believe we have been properly introduced. I am the Honerable Colonel Halren Flax. You can call me Hal.

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Flax: Please convay my apolagies for not attending your fathers Council as I would very much like to do.

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Dasken: So now what?

Stormbaltz: Yes, my Lord

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Elella: What's your story then?

Hirst: If that is all then we will take our leave.

*Hirst waits for an escort back to their shuttle.*

*Flax waves his hand and the gaurd forms up to escort the Asier back to their ship.*

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Hal: My Father is Lord Taklin Flax. My Mother was Lady Sophae Flax. I was born during the exacuation of Hoth. I'm a Jedi Warrior and I'm single.

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*RH Ivrine approaches a Republic Golon III.*

Golon III: Unidentified shuttle, state you buisiness.

RH Irvine *In a best regular voice* "I'm sending a cargo shipment to Coruscant. I'm running a bit late due to these check ups, but I'm sure it's for my own good anyway. I'm transmitting my manifest and destination."

*RH Irvine transmits the data of the ship, and the details of cargo it was hulling.

He recalls in his mind how he ordered his officers to remove all the contraband and replace it with extra inventory from the SSD that would check out with the oringal manifesto.*

Elella: How'd you end up here then?

Hal: My Father sent me to help find you.

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Golon III: Come to a full stop and prepare for flyby.

*An X-Wing heads towards Ivrine's shuttle.*

*RH Irvine kills the engines, and thrusts the shuttle to a stop.

RH Irvine wearing more civilian clothing, and not imperial, shouldn't give off an imperial scent.*

Elella: So I take it your father...knows mine? And is mine always this messed up?