*The ensign shrugged*
Ensign: I don't know, I'm not sure about security issues involving him, only about the ship itself.
"Of course," Nom said thoughtfully. "I suppose we'll ask Mr. Greer when he gets back. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."
((Here we go, BD's back in the Jedi groove.))
*Flax approaches one of the entrances to the palace, a group of four Jedi in the uniform of Reletha's personnal Knights stand between him and the entrance.*
Jedi 1: You are the leader of the traitors, the Chancellor will reward us for your head.
Flax: The Chancellor is a Sith Lady, you must turn away before it is too late, or she will see you consumed.
*The Jedi smile.*
Jedi 2: We knwo what she is, she has shown us the true nature of the Force.
Flax: The dark side is a product of fear and hatred. It must be resisted in all its forms. You must turn back to the light, it is the only way you can be saved.
Jedi 1: Enough! Kill the swordmaster.
*The four Sith activate their red bladed light sabres and charge, two coming at Flax from the front, the others from the left and right.
Just as the Sith are about to reach him Flax rolls left, as he comes up his sabre slices the Sith to his left in two at the waist. Even as he rises he stabs, taking another Sith through the gut.
The two remaining Dark Jedi return to guard, now rather more wary.
Flax feints a latteral cut at one, only to drop his blade and cut up at the other, the Sith only just blocks and is left with burn across his chest. Flax deactivates his sabre, twists his wrists and reactivates, cutting the Sith's and off with a latteral cut from the left. The last Sith looks at Flax, then turns and flees.*
"Stormtroopers! There is a Jedi in the courtyard! Ugh."
*Flax sabre returns to his hand, he deactivates it and runs inside.*
Deac: West entrance! *Points* Sqaud 3, take out those turrets!
Imperial Palace Throne Room
*Cracken easily dodges the chair, and ignights his lightfoil*
Cracken: Reletha Darkstarr, as Emperor of the Imperial State, I hearby place you under arrest, and sentence you to death for Treasonist Acts Against the Throne, Willlfully Breaking an Interstellar Treaty, and Undermining Imperial Law. For these acts, I Hearby sentence you to death, to be carried out immediatly. *Cracken gave a smile*
Goodby.... Darkstarr...
*Cracken launched himself across the space, and swings at Reletha...*
*Just as Cracken attacks Jammes enters from the west doorway.*
Jammes: Chancellor! The Emperor is.......... *He sees Cracken.*
DIE! SITH!
?????? ????: Not so fast, brother.
*Taklin Flax enters from the east doorway.*
Flax: She is a Sith, you know this but you have allowed your anger to blind you.
Jammes: My anger is justified, you allowed her to die.
Flax: Anger is never justified. Sophae was more powerful than either of us. She was killed by the monster that even now is on his way here, another Sith.
Jammes: Maybe Reletha is of the dark side, but you have allied yourself with a Sith willingly!
Flax: Willingly? Do you remember nothing of what we were taught. We did what was neccesary to save the Republic. I have no desire to kill you and we will have need of warriors in the coming days.
Let go of your anger, release your hate.
Jammes: Spoken like a true Jedi. *He draws himslef up.* I will not submit to you, I submit to the Council.
Flax: Very well, might I suggest you speak to the Jedi who follow you.
Jammes: Do not presume to tell my duty, farmer.
*Reletha throws everything she has into her block*
Reletha: Treason? Against who? I had no emperor. You were gone, presumed dead. Taking power in a vacuum is the way of the sith.
*Greer and co. had arrived, and were watching the arguement, knowing this was between force-users and not intervening.*
Greer*looking at Flax and Jammes*: Looks like a family arguement blown way out of proportions...
Flax: Greer! Get out of here!
Jammes: So are you just going to let the two Sith fight it out then.
Flax: For the moment.
Jammes: I will speak to the Jedi here.
*Both men leave, via opposite exits.*
*Cracken and Reletha's sabers lock briefly, he takes astep back, then again swings with his lightfoil, trying to quickly disarm Reletha*
Cracken: Tsk, tsk, You forget Relentha, Family and apprentice line are stronger than want to be dictators, my Apprentice and daughter had rights before you!
*Reletha parries his attack, and tries to retaliate in kind, Cracken easily parries, and trips her in the process*
Cracken: As for treason, well, this war is evident of that, not to mention breakin and interstellar treaty.
*He relaxed, and sighed*
Cracken: Do you wish I go over EVERY charge in detail, or should I just kill you now, hmm?
Reletha: I know I won't live this day...but what about you? You wouldn't be here unless something was bothering you...and you don't want to steal Deac Starkiller's vendetta from him.
*Reletha moves for one final attack*
Reletha: But no...this is to be the end...I see it...
*Reletha drops her lightsaber, goes into force speed, and runs toward the window, screaming. She breaks through and falls to the plaza below*
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*Deac hears a scream, and looks up, to see Reletha's body falling and smash into the ground*
Deac: Looks like Cracken got to you first. B*stard. Well, Orthos, if you can hear me, it's done. No more Darkstars.
*Ten dark Jedi burst in, just in time to see Reletha fly through the window. The see Cracken with his lightfoil lit and stand agape.
In the confusion Flax slips outside, his comlink beeps.*
Flax: Yes, this is General Flax.
Sellenna: Tak, you know the widespread destruction around the palace?
Flax: Yes?
Sellenna: Well we've had some surrenders and we just found out what did it.
Flax: I'm not going to like this, am I?
Sellenna: SSD
Flax: They used orbital bombardment?
Sellenna: No, they crashed an SSD into the shield then detonated it above the planet, current civilian casualty rates are in the hundreds of thousands, and rising.
Flax: Ok, I'm headed towards the temple, can you gather all the Jedi there?
Sellenna: All of them
Flax: Yes.
*Flax leaves at a dead run for the temple.*
Outside the Imperial Palace
F. Irvine: <Malice, I want you to bring all your power to bear on Coruscant's surface. Do not cloak its extent this time. I want to ensure that Lord Cracken senses this. Every---->
*He breaks off, seeing Reletha plummeting towards the ground, and swears*
F. Irvine: I warned them...I was to kill Chancellor Darkstar! *switching back to telepathic communication* <Malice, do it now.>
*F. Irvine crouches, then leaps off the building towards the palace*
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Imperial Palace
*Starr and RH Irvine [and Alysara?] burst into the Imperial Throne Room*
Starr: Master! Have you defeated Reletha already?
RH Irvine: Father, my clone...do you feel him? He's heading here...
*Cracken turned, and faced s=STarr, Irvine, and ALysara*
Yes, it's almost over..... One... remaining... task....
*Cracken turned to the window, smiling..... Come, Clone, it is time to end this all....
SSD Lucifer
Malice: As you wish..
*Malice concentrates and a beam of energy fires from her, focusing on Imperial City on the planet below.*
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Lucifer, Bridge
Comm: Sir! Massive energy beam coming from the cargo bay directed at the planet's surface.
Tech: Sir! Admiral Tojo wants to know what's going on
Stormbaltz: Shut down life support in the cargo bays! Have a squad of Darktroopers assemble-
General: Sir, they're all on the surface.
Stormbaltz: Very well, I'll deal with this myself.
*Stormbaltz heads to the cargo bay, remembering he stashed his sword in the outside cargo hatch*
SSD Executor
Admiral, we're getting a large energy spike from the Lucifer... It's headed to the planet!
Tojo: What? Get me Stormbaltz on the comm, NOW.
Aye sir!
*The tech worked furiously, then turned to Tojo*
They say Stormbaltz is taking care of it personally.
Tojo: Let hem know should anything happen to the Imperial Family, they will be destroyed.
The Imperial Palace
*Cracken looked at the ceiling, frowned. Alysara glanced at Starr, worried, and then moved to her father*
Alysara: What's wrong?
Cracken: Get down.
*He turned sharply*
Cracken: (shouting) Everyone get down, NOW.
*Cracken tapped deep into his new powers, praying that he wouldn't over extent himself, and did something against Sith nature entirely.
Protecting others.
Light poured from his eyes, and his mouth, as he let loose a might roar, and from his body, he projected a shield. It's white energy Expanded, passing through the Palace walls, through the walls of the skyscrapers surrounding the palace, covering Imperial and Rebel Troops. The beam of energy shrieked down on the planet, hitting the shield, fighting to break through.
Cracken raised his hands over his head, as he did, the shield turned upward, holding back the energy like water going into a glass. The cups closed, containing the energy withing, and the bubble of destruction went flying away from the star system, only to explode lightyears away...
When the light faded, Cracken was on his knees, gasping for breath, trying to recover for the fight ahead...*
*The Dark Jedi look around them, they turn to Cracken and then...kneel.*
Dark Jedi: Do with us as you will, we are yours to command. Oh Great Lord of the Sith!
Coruscant, Surface
*Deac sees the huge blast of energy*
Deac: What the hell was that...any casualites?
Officer: None sir.
*Deac gets on the comm*
Deac: Squad two, report.
Comm: We're getting slaughtered back here sir! Can you give us some cover.
Deac: We're on our way. MOVE OUT!
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Lucifer
Malice: Anything futher, master?
*The door opens, and Stormbaltz enters, Jar Kai duelling sword in hand*
Stormbaltz: I think it's time I cleaned this all out.
Malice: Sorry My Lord. Time's up for me.
*Stormbaltz deactivates the power generator, then cuts Malice from her cylinder, hacks off all the tubes connected to her body*
Malice: You're letting me live? Why?
*Stormbaltz doesn't answer at first*
Stormbaltz: If anything of Syrnl Darkstar exists in you you'll know why.
((Everyone prepare your cliffhangers [except Cracken, because I'm taking care of his, unless he want to do a space battle thing ;)] because I'm cliffhangering it next post. :)))
Lucifer
*F. Irvine's voice echoes in Stormbaltz' head*
F. Irvine: <You fool, what do you think you're doing? I could kill you with a thought. Yet I choose not to, because you do not understand what you are doing. However, harm Malice or any of her charges and I won't hesitate. Very soon you'll know where your loyalty should lie...>
*The thought connection breaks off*
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Imperial Palace
*The earth and air shiver. F. Irvine's power seems to expand and fill the atmosphere. Spiderlike cracks run along the walls, fragmenting paint and decorating transparisteel windows with webs of tiny fracture lines.
Starr looks at his hand. Somehow the colors of his flesh seem to erratically flow together and return to normal*
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Coruscant Underlevels, Renovated Living Structure
*Duncan retreats into an adjoining room and vanishes, deflecting projectiles. Raschel, being closest, follows him. As soon as she enters the room, a large set of spikes stab down, nearly impaling her before she jerks back*
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Coruscant Underlevels, Upper Room
*Slythe advances cautiously towards the murky tank*
Slythe: Target located.
((Red, about the cliff hangers. Well.... see discussion thread.))
*Cracken rises, slowly, looking about the Dark Jedi now sworn to his servitude, an unexpected turn of events, but his Imperial Guard just didn't seem to be adequite in these troubled times.
And he know the storm was coming...*
Cracken: Take Alysara, Starr, and Irvine, get them off the planet and to the Executor.
*He reahed for his comlink*
Cracken: Tojo, I think the Rebels can handle everything from here, recall all ground forces and pack up. As soon as Starr, Alysara and Irvine are on board the Executor, order the fleet to leave the System. Alysara will be in charge in my abscence.
*Tojo tried to say something, but Cracken threw the comlink against te ground, shattering it. ALysara walked up to her father, and hugged him. a small tear could be seen running down her face*
Alysara: Come home alive.
Cracken: I will try. *Cracken motions for them to leave* Now, get the hell off the planet!
*Alysara nodded, and motioned for the others to follow.
Cracken turned to the window, amongst the swirling turbulent energies F. Irvine was putting out, Cracken stood firm, his eyes narrowed, and seemingly un effected by F. Irvine.*
Come you little B@sterd. It's time to end these stupid science fair reject projects once and for all...
Space
*The Indepencance II hangs in the starlit void. On the bridge the crew are working at what might be considerd a calm rush. The Space side battle was all but concluded, most of the Seperatist ships were destroyed, disabled or the had surrendered. The Ground battle continued but without effective fighter oppostion the Coalition had attained effective Air Superiority and the infantry were advancing steadily.
Suddenly a light lit up on the communication officer's consel.*
Comm: Admiral, we have a message from the surface!
Ackbar: Activate the main viewsceen.
*The image of a man in the rather rumpled uniform of a full Fleet Admiral appeares on the viewscreen, he wears the badge of the Coruscant Defence Fleet.*
*He pauses and clears his throught.*
Admiral: Admiral Ackbar, I am Admiral Garan, Commander of the Coruscant Defence Fleet. Chancellor Relatha is dead, her body has been found. On behalf of the New Republic..... I surrender unconditionally. *He sags in defeat, then raises his head.* I cannot speak for the Jedi and I have been unable to contact Master Windrider but the military is at your mercy.
Ackbar: Your surrender is accepted Admiral. *Ackbar signals to the comm officer.* Order our ships to cease firing and recall our bombers. Tell out fighters to remain on patrol. *He turns back to the Admiral.* We have ceased our attack, Admiral. Our forces will not open fire unless they are fired apon.
Garan: Thank you Admiral, I have already ordered my forces to cease fire, by now the order will have reached my front line units.
Some time later
*The fighting is finished, the remaining Jedi, from both sides, stand at the entrance to the Jedi Temple, only a very few are absent. A list is being made of the Jedi present and those known to be elseware or dead.
*Flax reaches Luke Skywalker and nods.*
Flax: Luke, have you heard?
Luke: Cracken used a Super Star Destroyer to bring down the shields then detoned it in the upper atmosphere. I didn't think he was capable of something like this.
Flax: We were wrong, Luke. He's just as black as his father ever was.
Luke: What are you suggesting, Takilin? Breaking the Treaty.
Flax: Perhaps, I don't see how we can remain allied with someone who's willing to use a Super-Destroyer like that.
*Kam Solusar approaches.*
Kam: The Council is ready.
Luke: Then lets not waste any more time.
*The Three Jedi walk into the Temple, in the anti-hall eight seats have been set up. The remaining five Jedi of the Council are alreay seated.*
*Flax, Luke and Kam sit.*
Luke: Cracken and what we now know to be the clone of his son continue to fight at the Palace.
Kyp: Then that's where we should be, fighting.
Corran: Either one of those "beings" could squash the lot of us like a flit-nat.
Flax: That said we can't just sit here, what about when Cracken finishes with the demon? We can't just let him get away with what we did.
((How about now?))
*after cracken does the shield thing.*
Greer: I never thought I'd see the day.
*Notices the dark jedi entering*
Greer: Let's get out of here.
*Greer and Co. ran, he saw the strange cracks, but since they didn't seem to cause any major damage he ignored them.*
NRI
*Deac charges back in, his second squad behind him, to see three dark jedi among the bodies of his troops*
Deac: Sith! Fall back to the imperial palace! I'll deal with them!
*Whilst his troops duck for cover and begin falling back, Deac moves toward the three sith*
Sith#1: Deac Starkiller.
Sith#2: Test tube jedi.
Sith#3: More machine than man.
Deac: I'll have you know I'm only 40% cybernetic.
*He begins duelling. Sith#3 is only an apprentice and goes down quickly. Deac takes his saber and begins using both*
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SSD Lucifer
*Stormbaltz drops to his feet as F.Irvine's voice echoes in his head. He rises slowly when it stops*
Stormbaltz: I hope Cracken guts you like a fish.
((Deac, shouldn't some *cough, cough* certain people be at the NRI? :)))
Coruscant Underlevels
Aren: *to Kioet, via suit comm* You're closing in on the Blades' location. Status?
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Coruscant Underlevels, Renovated Living Structure
*Raschel slices through the spike trap with her lightsword and kicks it in. Inside the room, Duncan has vanished*
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Coruscant Underlevels, Upper Room
*As the Blades approach the tank, with a rushing the faintly glowing liquid begins draining from its interior*
Nereli: Ready yourselves...
*The Blades raise their various implements*
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((OOS: Cracken, if you want Alysara gone, and BD, if you want the Dark Jedi gone, post and I'll edit. But Irvine and Starr are staying ;)
edit: edited ;)))
Imperial Palace, Throne Room
*Alysara and the Dark Jedi leave the room. Irvine hesitates, and Starr pauses before him. Before the two can leave, the doors of the room slam shut in their faces. Only one stays open.
Fused Irvine stands in the remaining doorway. His hair is black, rather than white, and the irises of his eyes are a subtly flickering yellow. He holds his lightsword at his waist.
Fused Irvine steps forward. A spiderwebs of tiny cracks appears on the floor where his foot lands. He looks at the upended Emperor's throne for a moment and then returns his gaze to Cracken.
The red-haired Irvine stares in a kind of shock at his clone. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. The turbulent energies of his presence fill the room. To Starr, observing, Cracken's presence in the Force almost seems to shrink in contrast to the invisible storm battering the room, the storm in the Force that Fused Irvine had carried in with him. The power was ridiculous, beyond what Starr had imagined.
Fused Irvine stops in front of Cracken, lightsword held horizontal at his waist. For an instant, Starr feels a twinge of fear.
Then Fused Irvine kneels. At Cracken's feet, he bows.*
F. Irvine: Like you, Lord Cracken Palpatine, I have surpassed my father. I deserve the station that my blood, if not my birth, should grant to me. I am your rightful son, and my allegiance is to you!
*In the temple the more experienced Jedi sence a shift in the force storm created by the two sleepers.*
Streen: Something has changed.
Luke: I no longer sense....
Kyp: Hostility, they're not fighting anymore.
*The two sith suddenly flee. Deac persues them outside to hear great cheering*
LONG LIVE THE NEW REPUBLIC!
Deac: We did it. They've surrendered.
*A figure abseils down the side.*
Deac: Beler Jil? Didn't you die?
Beler: No, just faked it with a voice recording on that frigate. Being dead makes it hard for them to catch you.
Imperial Palace
*The doors slam shut behind Alysara and the Dark Jedi Guard, she turns, and runs back to the door, trying to get it open*
Alysara: No you b@sterd! Let them go!
*She slams her fist against the door in frustratin, and tryes to pull it open, however, the power holding it closed is too strong.*
Dark Jedi Guard: Emperess, we must get you off world, your fathers orders.
*Alysara once more tried to get the door open, only meet with failure. She sighed in defeat, and looked at the lead guard*
ALysara: Yes.......
Don't die on me, anyone you.......
*As she walked with her head down, a small tear could be seen falling from her face...*
Throne Room
*Cracken sizes up the Clone, listening paitently to his words. His thoughts flickered a moment with the power they could have. Untold power, synergistically working with eachother, the Galaxy, and several dimensions under thier thumb.
God-hood.
Yet as quickly as these thoughts cae to him, he dismissed him. He would not be the monster his father was, he would not follow the path his father had. He would change his destiny.
Starting now.*
Cracken: As inviting as your offer is, "Son", I have a son. *He motions to Irvine, the real one* and a daughter, and an apprentice, friend, and confidant. I need not your alligence to accomplish my goals...
No, CLONE, your continued existence in this world proves most disasterous, an imbalance in the Force to which there is no answer but myself, ergo, I must correct this balance. I cannot allow my name to be sullied by a megolomaniac who's power has corrupted him so fully, he destroys worlds on a whim to test his power on the way to the Capital World, or use others to destroy it.
With great power such as ours, there is a greater responibility to use it, and I have deemed, and most likely along with that Jedi Councel, you have no responibility with your power, thus, your time is over.
Surrender, or Die.
*Cracken lit his lightfoil......*
Imperial Throne Room
*Fused Irvine looks up, shock on his face*
F. Irvine: You reject me...in favor of him? Don't you understand the power we could have? The heights to which we could rise? And you choose HIM?
*F. Irvine's eyes begin flickering madly, yellow and black. He rises, and the storm in the Force around him multiplies exponentially*
F. Irvine: You'll regret this choice, FATHER!
*F. Irvine's face twists with hatred, and his eyes shine with a bright white glow. He swings his lightsaber at Cracken's head*
*The lead Dark Jedi looks around, seeking a window, anything to use to get the Emperor's daughter out.*
Dark Jedi Leader: All of you, push!
*The ten Jedi try to use their combined force power to open the door.*
((OOC: BD, Alysara is outside the throne room, she got away, but starr and irvine are in the throne room still.))
*Alysara stood on the landing pad, waiting for the shuttle to land. Her new guard men stood vigilent, watching for any ursurpers to the family line.
Suddenly, a disturbence in the Force wash out from the Throne room. She sensed the Sleeper power of the clone of her brother, and a split second later, her fathers own Sleeper powers.
The Force storm was kicking up as the shuttle came down, and Alysara hurried on, and motioned for the guard to follow. She moved to the pilot*
Alysara: The Executor. NOW.
Pilot: Yes m'lady.
*The shuttle lifted off, and Alysara looked out to the palace once more, watching the swirling energies, sensing the fighting in side the palace....*
Throne Room
*Cracken parries the blow, and a blast of air and a bright light eminates from Cracken. When the light fades, Cracken's sleeper aura is about, his eyes glowing white. He sets himself, and motions for the clone to attack again.*
Cracken: I am not your father.
*Greer comandeered a hovercar and headed to where the jedi were meeting*
Kioet: *over comm* I want to dance. Where's the nearest club?
*Deac feels the gathering force storm*
Deac: I don't like the looks of that.
Beler: What?
Deac: In the throne room...force energy's building up in their...
ALL UNITS, GET AWAY FROM THE IMPERIAL PALACE....REGROUP AT THE SENATE BUILDING! GO GO GO!
*Deac grabs Beler and starts running*
*Hal banked his X-Wing away from the Imperial Palace.*
Hal: Red Group, all power to shields and engines, we're getting out of here.
Imperial Throne Room
Fused Irvine: No, you're not. You...are not worthy.
*A black aura bursts outwards around Fused Irvine, and his eyes take on a black 'glow'. A split second later, a blast of black energy ringed with lightning rips through the air towards Cracken, leaping from Fused Irvine's outstretched hand. A peculiar sound is heard behind it as it rips through the air, the sound of air rushing to fill a newly created vacuum.*
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Coruscant Underlevels
Aren: *smirking over comm* You want to dance? Find the Blades. Break out your spycam droid, and make sure it's cloaked. I'm feeding your suit a rough map to follow. You'll want to observe them for a short time before revealing yourself.
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Coruscant Underlevels, Upper Room
*The liquid drains from the tank to reveal the dripping humanoid form of a male gargoyle. Its skin color was a pale shade of aqua, with darker wings. Its matted hair was white and long. Its just-opened eyes were glowing the same color.
The air shivers, and the cloaked, scarred humanoid appears again*
Sejhan: You wanted to find K'Warra K'laar? Well, here he is. Unfortunately, he's mine now, and I don't plan on giving him up any time soon.
*Lady Akaver swings her chain at Sejhan's neck. The metal links pass through the being with absolutely no effect*
Sejhan: Come on, do you really think I'd need to use a flunky if I could kick your ass myself? That's the trouble with being intangible these days. I'll just have to have K'Warra kill you. *Sejhan looks backwards at K'Warra and snaps his fingers* Sic 'em, boy.
*K'Warra steps forward. Instantly, a burst of intertwined lines of light strikes at him from Slythe's outstretched hand, wrapping around him. Lady Akaver's chain wraps around K'Warra's shoulders and neck. Shane, Gilian and Nereli quickly surround the struggling gargoyle, weapons ready. Sejhan, watching, only smiles*
*The windows in the Imperial Throne room blow out due to the explosions*
Deac: Whoa. I'm glad I'm not on the recieving end of that.
Imperial Palace: Throne Room
*Cracken outstreched his hand, and a brilliant bright wall appeared infront of him, channeling the destructive force around him.
When the smoke cleared, Cracken mearly laughed.*
Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the DARK SIDE.
*Cracken turned his hand, his palm now facing toward the ceiling, and a small green orb gathered in it. He looked at the clone, and gave it a quick smerk.*
Bow to the Power of the Force.
*Cracken launched the projectile at the clone, the orb leaving whisps of white power behind it, until it hit Irvine and exploded, ripping the Throne Room apart. The shockwave from the explosion radiated for miles, smashing apart windows.
A strong wind began clearing the smoke. Everything above the Throne Room floor was completly obliterated, leaving that part of the palace open to the sky.... and Cracken, eyes focused and expression blank.*
SSD Executor
*Tojo watched as the shuttle carrying the Empress arrived. He snapped his fingers, and the Stormtrooper squad snapped to attention, the sound of thier movement filled the hanger bay.
The shuttle touched down, and it's bay opened. A haggered and stressed Alysara walked down the ramp. Tojo kneeled before her*
Tojo: Empress the fleet is ready for Hyperspace.
Alysara: Bilbringi.
*Alysara walked off, not motioning for Tojo to rise, barely acknowledging his existence. WHen she left the hanger, Tojo rose, and hit his comm.*
Tojo: Course Bilbringi, dispurse the fleet to Imperial Territory.
*He snapped his comm off, wondering what roubled the Empress...
Alysara made it to her quarters, where she sat down, and stared at the ceiling. She could sense the fight down below her, and against the two powers, Starrs presence could be felt. She reached out through the Force, and spoke to him.
Come back safetly...
The mighty war ship lurched into hyperspace, leaving the battle behind...*
SSD Lucifer
Comm: Admiral, hyperspace co-ordinates for Bilbringi.
Stormbaltz: Very well. Jump when ready.
What is this? The empire helping the rebels and leaving Coruscant in their hands?
Stormbaltz: Halfway through our jump,drop us out of hyperspace and signal the fleet we're having engine trouble. We have some housekeeping to take care of.
((whoa@lack of postage! will post later....red, remind me next time u are on aim))
Imperial Throne Room
*Fused Irvine stands next to Starr and Irvine. Unscathed, like them, except for small rips on both sleeves of his robes, where the split sides of Cracken's attack had hit him*
F. Irvine: What do you think you have found of the Dark Side, Father? Even as you are stronger, so you are weaker. There is Light in you. *Looks at Starr and RH Irvine* It kept you from destroying them. You are weak...
*Fused Irvine shoves Starr and RH Irvine to the ground and splits up into thre identical forms*
Irvines: We are strong.
*The three Irvines rush Cracken, each holding their own conjured swordlike weapon.
Starr receives Alysara's telepathic message and stares up*
Alys...
*A presence watches the fight.*
Outside
Deac: That looks really bad. I'm going up there.
*A nearby building explodes. Shrapnel pours over the soldiers*
Deac: Take cover!
*Deac is hit in the arm by shrapnel*
Beler: Medic!
Deac: No need.
*His synthflesh is torn, but the shrapnel landed in one of his servomotors*
Beler: You're not going up there until you get your arm fixed.
*Kioet over Comm*: Alright, sounds like a good plan...
*Kioet gets out of his ship, and sets up the spydroid with the map data, and activates the cloak on it...the spydroid vanishes from radar and becomes invisible, then he gets out a remote control device which includes a viewscreen so he can see what the droid sees and detects, then sends the droid out to investigate*
((Okay, if ANYONE sees Cracken on AIM, IM him and remind him to post.
Failing getting ahold of him soon, I'll unstall the RPG using some plot device at earliest opportunity Sorry for the delay ^^;;[i]))
*Chavo began snoring*
((COUGH))
((damnit, two months and THIS ISNT OVER YET!!??!?!!!! XD
no posty, on liberty ^^))
Originally posted by Scar Da Kookee
((damnit, two months and THIS ISNT OVER YET!!??!?!!!! XD
no posty, on liberty ^^))
((No posty?
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THEN?!
anyway, nice to finally hear from you. Apparently you were actually the glue that held things together and moved the threads forward.
:p))
((Cumulative effect of:
1) Scar being gone
2) Me having little posting time until February
3) Cracken often doesn't post unless reminded to.))
Imperial Palace, Throne Room
*Cracken and F. Irvine duel furiously, a storm of energy rising about them. The entire top half of the Imperial Palace becomes engulfed in the Force-hurricane, obscuring the area, blocking passage of anything attempting to enter*
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Jedi Council
Jedi: I can no longer sense anything clearly from the site of battle...anything could be happening there...
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Outside
*A green-skinned humanoid with a short, protruding scaled snout walks up to Deac*
Humanoid: Raschel Shiere, NRI, at your service. *to Beler* All our sensory equipment has become nonfunctional in the Imperial Palace area. All signals have been disrupted, and no one can get out or in. *She glances over in the distance at the energy storm around the Palace* Will you look at that...unbelievable...
((There, now people can post without waiting for the fight to resolve itself. ;) I'll get Cracken ASAP to finish this, and then people can implement their various time skips...
edit: Cracken "swears" he'll reply Sunday. He's also been uber busy :)))