Greer: Transmitting.
*The codes flashed on the monitor quickly. After a few seconds the words 'code confirmed' appeared and they were cleared*

Godsheim Station

Odin: Nothing. In fact it is this civil war of yous that helped us decide to give you more responsiblities. You never know this new threat you will now be facing may for a time benefit you and go after your enemy.

Although you turn a blind eye to them you send innocents to their deaths. After dinner you will be briefed entirely on this threat.

Mos Eisley Cantina, Underground

Celeste: Excellent.

Riss: Ssince everyone currently pressent wisshess to join, then...*He looks at Aren*

Aren: Right this way, sirs and madams.

*She opens a door in the wall and heads down a corridor. At the end of the corridor, she punches some buttons on the wall.

The corridor starts to sink into the floor*

Aren: Soon you'll get the answers to all your questions.

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Ulna Shardes Space, Blade Ship Inquiry

Rwos: What now? Where are we heading next?

Shane: You forget your place, Termand Rwos. You're under our custody and we have no obligation to answer your pointless questions.

Nereli: On the contrary, Shane. I will of course be happy to answer anything Termand Rwos wishes to ask, as he is here to offer us advice and assistance in a dimension which he is far more familiar with than us. *to Rwos* In answer to your question, we have located K'Warra K'laar.

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Vigilance

Bridge

Admiral Luthen: No, Chancellor, but we have relocated them. Cracern seems to have turned traitor and is working with the Loyalist. They both will soon be dead.

***

Corridors

*Irvine's attack devastates the underprepared attacking forces, who take better cover behind walls, and in doorways, and keep firing*

Starr: We are close. The void in the Force seems to be located at the bridge.

((OOS: Scar, feel free to ad-lib on what you think the scenery and the layout of the place is, because I certainly am. ;)))

Coruscant

Reletha: Make sure they do not escape. Do not force my hand, Admiral.

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Cantina, Underground

Gamma: Interesting get up.

Vigilance

Luthen: I will not fail you, Chancellor.

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Cantina, Underground

Aren: You haven't seen the half of it, Gamma.

*The corridor sinks into the floor until it reaches the end of the floor, and keeps sinking into an enormous room, emerging from the top of a vast, arched ceiling.

Blanketing the floor of the room, far below, are a vast array of machines. Some resemble giant humanoids. Others take the more familiar shapes of various starships. Others look completely unfamiliar, like a cube, a spike standing on its end, and a long spiked cylinder floating on its "side".

The walls of the room were not walls.

They opened into what appeared to be a vast nebula of shifting and distorting colors. Lines of multicolored light blasted their way through an area that stretched as far as the eye could see outside. Ocassionally these streams of light headed at odd angles towards the interior of the great room, smash against an invisible force field with a burst of color, and veer off at another angle back into the endless expanse.

The very center of the floor opened into an abyss. Droids and humanoid forms as well as small craft poured in and out in neverending streams. Blue lights flickered far down in the darkness below, where nothing else could be seen.

Aren: This is all new. Built within the last few months, since the original Cantina was destroyed. Believe it or not, you assassins are the first natives to this dimension to see this.

Underground

Gamma: Wow. Whoever built this must have some kind of agenda. Care to share?

Man-who-was-in-corner-but-is-no-longer-in-corner-because-there-is-no-more-corner-to-be-in: Yeah. Looks like you were in a hurry. But if you're from another dimension, and you can build all this in a short period of time, what do you need us for?

Hal: I turn neither of my eyes from my responsibility, My Lord and neither does my father. I would ask that you rephrase your statement.

*Mirra gives Hal a sour look,*

Mirra: You must forgive my brother, Lord Odin; he takes his responsibilities ver seriously.

((BD: Sorry I meant to have a if in that statement. As in If you turn a blind eye. Small typo))

Godsheim Station

Odin: You misunderstand, I do not mean you are shrugging off your duties, rather that an example of what would happen if you did nothing and allowed these creatures to attack your enemy. Rest assured if I you didn't take your responsiblities seriously you would not be sitting in the station at all.


Now this station is also somewhat of a test to measure the maturity of yourself (Odin pauses looks at Hal, Mirra and Ellela sperately and for a couple of seconds each), your fathers, your choosen governement, the worlds that allie themselves to you and even of your entire civilizations.

The questions that will be answered are. Do you run from a new challenge hoping someone else will handle it or do you face it with valor and bavery not knowing if you can handle it? Do you seek help when you need it or does your pride prevant that? Will these new responsiblities make you stronger or do you fall from the added pressure?

As I said about your civil war we are planning nothing, but nor are we unwilling. It is up to you from this point.

"Were you not listening?" Tarila demanded, addressing the man who was once in the corner. "They want us so it is not apparent who is behind the killing we are going to be doing."

Then, she looked around, truly seeing the room for the first time. She shook her head.

"Breathtaker," she muttered. "A real breathtaker."

"Quite unusual in my mind," Nom agreed. He turned to Riss. "I should very much like to know where we are and why."

Aren: Why not let the builder give the tour? *She smiles* You're still under the Mos Eisley Cantina, believe it or not. This is our newest, largest base in this dimension.

Want to know what brought us extradimensionals here, to this godforsaken dustball of a planet? *She points down to the abyss in the floor* See that blue light? It's residual energy from a dimensional hub. Dimensional hubs are few and far between; they have the interesting effect of dragging free-floating dimensional travelers towards them like black holes, and throwing them off into random places in reality. Very powerful, if harnessed correctly.

*Motioning to the walls* What you are looking into through there is another dimension entirely, a dimension we often refer to as "warp space." It's what we extradimensionals use for fast travel.

*The corridor approaches the floor and stops to hover several inches above it. Aren steps off, beckoning to the others as a few insect-like droids scatter away from her feet*

Aren: Sorry, I just can't resist showing off sometimes. This did take a bit of work to achieve, after all...but now for the stuff that you really care about, I expect. This way.

*On the ground, the group can see that the windows into the other dimension only cover about two-thirds of the "wall" area. Behind the group is a large dome with doors on the bottom. A metal framework stretches above, all the way up to the top, which was the floor of the Cantina basement.

Aren walks towards the dome and pushes in another code onto a pad*

Aren: This is what we've set up for you.

Man-who-was-in-corner-but-is-no-longer-in-corner-because-there-is-no-more-corner-to-be-in: I'm sorry, I've been out of touch, did you hear anything in the news about this place being built? I sure as hell didn't. If they managed to do this undetected, they can probably kill someone undetected. And framing someone else is easy after that.

Sabbac-man "Who the hell cares. We're here to reform the guild, and which we'll be doing just that 'killing undetected'."

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Vigilance

*Irvine looks at Starr, and gives an 'I'm ready' nod, motioning to 'go in' at the same time...*

Man-who-was-in-corner-but-is-no-longer-in-corner-because-there-is-no-more-corner-to-be-in-who-is-hereby-known-as-corner-man-or-man-formerly-in-corner-is-anyone-reading-this-damn-name-anyway:I just don't want any nasty suprises hitting me in the face when we get out there.

Underground

Gamma: I can hardly wait *rubs hands together*

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Godsheim Station

Elella: I think we may well be able to fight this war ourselves...unless you know something we don't....

Hal: Forgive men my Lord, your remark touched a nerve.

The Civil War now appears unresolvable through diplomacy. We had hoped to oust Supreme Chancellor Redris and re-unite the Republic, however the mission was made redundent when the Chancellor was granted emergancy powers. At that point someone in Alliance Intelligance decided to blow up the Senate. The democratically elected body has been replaced by Reletha Darkstar and her cronies.

Mirra: My brother is correct we are now engaged in a War which by fought until one side goes to the wall.

*The ship landed easily, and the group came out of it*
Greer*to caruso and Perez*: Take her to debriefing
*Caruso and Perez escorted Qwera to her debriefing. Greer approached Dasken*
Greer: Thanks for your help.

Dasken: We need to report to Sellenna.

Greer: Yeah. We'd better see what the aftermath of the senate bomb was too.

((Just to keep the assassin group info straight/recap: it's Riss, Celeste, Aren, Gamma, JM's char, Sabaac-man, Nom and Tarila, and several other unknown masked assassins. Everyone is masked but Riss, Celeste, Aren and Gamma. Unless Scar says otherwise Sungchi isn't with the group since he's seen all this before.))

Underground

Aren: I admire your sense of self-preservation, but if we wanted to kill you, why would we wait till now to do so?

*A portal opens up in the section of the dome facing the group*

Aren: In case you're thinking that this is an awkward place to put the headquarters of an assassins' guild, don't worry. You'll understand soon enough.

*After the group enters, the portal seals itself closed without a trace. Inside is a large, round room, outfitted with Coruscanti style furniture and other trappings, with a strange device on a pedestal in its center. Two corridors are on the sides of the room. The left reads "Armory, Supplies, and Practice" in Basic. The right reads "Transport and Utilities".*

Aren: So, what do you want to do next? *She rubs her hands together half-mockingly*

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Vigilance

Starr: No. Let's see if you can do more than throw your lightsaber. Wipe the corridor ahead of us clean of enemies. Do it quickly, as more will be arriving very shortly.

*Ahead of them, just around a corner, several stormtroopers begin preparing explosives*

*Dasken and Greer enter the castle and take a turbolift to one of the towers, where they then take a series of Corridors to a private sitting room.*

((well, we could say that if he's really there (Sungchi) or not, hiding again.
besides even if he saw it, he'd be more or less a freelanced member
seeing is that he wasing around in the first thread :rolleyes:

as for sabbac-man, I think i got a good idea for him, for further down the line))

Sabbac-man "I appologise to not be interested in your fun, suffice to say, if you want my services, then quit the bulls**t and get to it now. Weapons, and armourment. Then I want my target, pay, then I want to leave to ackomplish it."

Godsheim Station

Odin: Yes, we know that, and dear Ellela that is why we are not planning anything at this point.


((If nobody minds I'm going end the dinning scence with my next and have everyone go to a briefing))

((Couldn't you do the briefing in the morning?))

*Greer and Dasken are ushered in by a liveried maid, the maid curtsies to Sellenna and leaves.*

((BD: not a problem. I mainly want to end the scence since I think it's finished))

Greer:
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Man-formerly-in-corner: I agree with my sabbac playing counterpart. I'm eager to see what weapons you were able to get your hands on.

Sabaac-man "No, I want the job, thats what I'm here for."

((Damn, forgot the freakin' 'also'))

"Does anything else but the target list need to be revealed?" Nom asked.

"We have all agreed to join you," Tarila added. "If you do not trust us, let us go back to what we were doing before you found us. If you feel otherwise, let us get on to business for you."

((JM: You also forgot to post what Greer said. :D

Sorry for not replying, my last post got eaten. x_x))

Underground

Aren: Well, Mister Impatient, I just want to show you how to use the facilities we're providing for you. Believe me, without them you'll never get the targets I want you to try for. *to Nom and Tarila* Let me be clear. I trust you just fine, just because I'm confident all of you together couldn't kill me if you tried. We simply don't intend to throw you into a snowstorm without at least giving you a scarf first. Capiche?

Riss: Perhapss we sshould proccceed to the armory, Misss Aren.

Aren: Right away.


((OOS: Sorry to cut the post off without moving things along much, but I'm out of time, and I accidentally deleted half my post because there's no right-click-Undo function on this Mac computer. x_X fsck. Will post more tomorrow))

((Waiting on Admiral.))

*Sellenna arches an eyebrow.*

Sellenna: Jim, are you going to say something or just stand there all day?

[Scar, waiting on you to have Irvine arrive at Obroa-Skai. Or at least on the Lucifer]

Underground

Gamma: Sounds good to me...

((I have to run so this is going to be brief))

Godsheim Station

*The group continues eating making small talk until their meal are finished.

Odin stands as do the other aesir, his plate is untouched but he did drink at least 5 tankards of mead during the meal*

Odin: The hour is now late and me must rest so Valda will take you back to your rooms. Good night.

*Odin walks out a side door with Vidar, Svafa, Hirst, and Idona following.

At the same time Valda arrives through the main doors. She takes Hal, Mirra, and Ellela to their rooms and then leaves them in peace*

*Hal sits down just a little unsteadily.*

Hal: If Lord Odin were human he'd be dead.

*Greer handed the optical disk Qwera had given him to Sellene.*
Greer: Qwera gave us this. Supposed to have locations for every ship, batallion, and squadron in the New Republic. Along with locations of suplies caches, secret shipyards, and spies. I scanned it on the ship, its clear of any viruses.

((might not be til me and reg get off of Vigilance, instory time-wise))

Sabaac-man "Don't take me lightly. I'm alot more competent that what you take me for."

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Vigilance

Irvine *reluckant* "Well, we better get the crap over with..."

*Irvine hops through the hole in the blast doors, with saber(blue) in his right hand, he charges are the stormtroopers.*

"Aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggghhhh!!"

((okay, yeah lame, what ever

here comes some action that we've needed))

*The storm troopers open fire on him as he begins to strafe left and right, using the forge to augment his moves.

He gets to the first trooper, he spins slightly counter-clockwise slicing his opponent at the hip. While passing the 'sliced' trooper, he moves forward to the next one, reversing his turn slicing the other. Still moving forward with his momentum, he takes his saber, and brings it up to an overhand swing, and thrusts the tip through the armour and into the chest of the third trooper.

proceeding that he pulls back and defends himself agenst an incoming blaster fire by moving his hand horizontally parellel to his shoulders and having the blade follow. Then he rotates the saber down pointing to his lower left with his left hand now aiding, to deflect another shot, and to hit another stormtrooper.

Pressing forward he continues the movement of his saber, now in a full swing from his lower left to above his right shoulder, bringing it around his head, and swinging it down in a diagonal cut, also allowing his left hand to let go to grab one of his lightfoils, igniting it and force throwing it into a couple of adjacent stormtroopers, then he throws his saber at another pair.

Another blasterfire gets near and just as he released his saber his left ahdn grabs for the second foil and also ignites it, this time brought it stright up to deflect, just intime after his right arm was out of the way....*

((doesnt knwo how well that sounds ^_^; ))

Sellenna: I'll have out lab scan it, just to be sure.

What is Coruscant like, whats the mood?

Greer: Conformists, although some are disturbed that certain people joined us. Mainly Admiral Ackbar.

((OOS: To BD and JM: Are we just officially assuming that the Skywalkers and Solos have stepped down from their government positions now?



Time for long post. :D))


Assassins' Lair (Tired of typing "Underground" :D)

*Aren smiles at the sabaac player before heading down the left corridor. At the end of the corridor are three metal doors. She takes the far left one.

This door opens into a large room made out of pure white metal. On the other side of the room is a five-foot high half-wall. The upper half of the wall is a nearly transparent force field looking into another partition of the room which was filled with several sets of rotating racks stretching far back to the end of the room, before disappearing around a bend. The front halves of the racks are each filled with a different type of weapon or strange-looking equipment. One rack is even filled entirely with bottles.

Almost all of the weapons look recognizable, ranging from ordinary to exotic. There is an impressive array of all kinds of weapons - melee, projectile, blaster, ranged - from all over the galaxy. There are even ancient weapons such as bows, swords, and staffs. There are several groups of each type. On the other hand, the bottles and equipment - some of which are shimmering or glowing and strangely colored - look completely unfamiliar.

Aren walks to the half-wall and deactivates the force field. She types something on a panel on top of the half-wall and small holograms appear in front of the racks*

Aren: I understand many of you will want to use your own weapons. However, I'd look at what we are providing for you here first.

*She motions to the racks*

Aren: You probably can guess what all of these are. You'd be wrong, though, if you thought any of these were ordinary. I'm betting you'll find your favorite and your least favorite weapons in here. The difference is that now your least favorite weapon is probably as good as your favorite weapon. Or enchanted to do something totally different.

*She picks up two stormtrooper rifles*

Aren: Blastech E-11s. Probably not a popular choice among you assassins. *She points one at the wall* This wall is programmed to be as strong as an ordinary blaster door. This is an ordinary Blastech E-11.

*She fires at the wall. The blaster blot hits the wall, leaving only a small scorch mark*

Aren: Now for the augmented version.

*She points the other weapon at the wall and fires it. The red bolt looks ordinary, but it blows open a ten-foot hole in the wall*

Aren: Most of these weapons are powered-up, more efficient versions of things you would normally like to use, for simplicity's sake. However there are a few things in here for which the technology doesn't exist in your galaxy.

*She picks up a bulky, unfamiliar-looking hand-blaster*

Aren: For example, take this, one of my favorites. It's a projectile weapon designed to defeat high-impact armor. I can't really demonstrate it here, but if you were to shoot someone with this, on contact the projecticle would deliver a charge through the armor that only affects organic or sensitive electric materials. Say one of you were wearing full body armor. I could shoot you in the chest with this, and your armor would be perfectly intact, but your rib cage would be shattered and your heart obliterated. Or if you were a cyborg, it might make your power source explode.

*She puts down the hand-blaster and motions to the strange-looking equipment*

Aren: All that's just mundane equipment. You don't need to use it unless I tell you to, but if you do just tell the computer what you want and it will probably come up with something good. This is stuff from all over fifty different dimensions. Chances are, something you want will be there even if it doesn't exist in this dimension. The computer will also tell you how to use anything we have here that's unique.

*She points to the last rack, the one covered with bottles*

Aren: Lastly, I'm particularly proud of our poison collections. The same thing that goes for equipment goes for poison. Any effect you can think of, chances are good we have it here. Oh, and while I may not be an assassin, I am an expert in poisons, so feel free to try and use anything on me you want. Won't work.

Questions?

*Through the demonstration, Riss and Celeste look somewhat impatient, having seen all this before*

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[i]Vigilance

*Starr watches Irvine, saber ready*

This is your test, son of Cracken. Whether you will or will not be useful to me shall be determined here.

*The stormtroopers preparing explosives lob several thermal detonators at Irvine, now that he had cleared the hall of their comrades*

((Red, it was stated a while back that the solo's are under house arrest on Coruscant, although since Deac took over the Republic from me thats his department now. Luke is AWOL.

Ackbar, Madine, Cracken, Doddonna and Garm Bel Iblis are part of the Resistance. Ackbar is in fact Military Head, however Flax has political control over a large amount of Alliance Terrritory.))

Dasken: I don't think we can hope for any kind of uprising in the near future. The people there think they're the loyal ones.

Sellenna: Well they are, we have an exact repeat of what happened 50 years ago.

[Coruscant's under my control? I had no idea! I'd better get to work.
And Scar, get F.Irvine moving...don't want Deac to get to Obroa-Skai first do you?]

Underground

*Gamma motions to the hand blaster*

Gamma: Destroy a cyborg power source you say? I'd like one of those, please.

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Byss

*Before the statue of Lokpihet, the cultists chant. Meanwhile, Rishtag and several of his honour guard board a shuttle and take off from Darkstar Tower*

Godsheim Station

*Odin, after the dinner said good night to his children and went to his bed. Svafa, Hirst, and Idona followed suit. Vidar was still awake so he decided to wander the various levels of the grip with Geri, on of the families wolves*

((this is where I make him interesting

deac: well darnit, i want to get RH Irvine to get out of where he is too))

Assassins' Lair

Sabaac-man "I'm satisfied. Computer, ES90."

((hope you don't mind
and thats another name for p90))

*A light turns on over a far rack.*

*The Sabaac-man walks down and picks up a very 'Earthly' like SMG. He analises it, and picks up another, pair of slings that he jerry-rigs for them and additional ammunition.*

Sabaac-man "Computer, reverse sctimar, silver with a diamond edge, no enchancments or augmentations."

*another light shines and he promptly walks to it. He examanes it.*

Sabaac-man "A broadfaced blacksmith's hammer."

*and yet another lightnearby, and he picks up the hammer.

He then removes the leather covering on the hilt. And slices his left hand with the blade, while holding it with his right. He lowers the sword towards the floor, crouching now. The air around his right hand beings to heat up, and suddenly the blade glows red. With his left hand cut, he drips blood along the length of the blade.

Shortly after, he pulls off his mask and opens his mouth, showing a set of fangs, he rips over out with his left hand, and places it on the heated blade. Then he takes the Hammer, and slams it on the tooth.

The tooth didnt shatter, but rather fuse with the blade itself. As he removes his right hand the blade glows on its own, then slowly fade.

He picks it up and stands, finds a sheathe, and attaches it to his belt.*

*facing the 'group' now, without his mask, his face looked as if he had two sets of tattoos on eatherside, like red flames going from under his ear to his cheeck-bone. His eyes were yellow and a bit longer virtically. His ears were a little longer then a human's and they went to points. Other then that he looked like a normal human, but the blood on his hand and slightly from his lip, those whom had the sence of smell it pick it up, he was clearly not human.*

Sabaac-man "Who's my target, where is he, and how am I getting to him?"

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((I think i did say somewhere that Irvine was a very compident fighter...))

Vigilance

*Irvine sees the incoming thermal detonators*

Irvine "You got to be kidding me."

*Irvine force pushes them back at the stormtroopers, which promptly explodes them and their prepating explosives...*

((OOS: BD: Ahhh. Didn't remember. Actually, I should have asked that in the discussion thread, but wasn't thinking at the moment. XD

Scar, actually he was interesting already. Now he just reminds me of your Voradorian vampires/Forgotten demons. :)

Also, a couple errors in the post which are my fault:

The racks can light up if you want, but you're not supposed to walk over to them. The racks are made to rotate to bring you the weapon you order if it has it. (i.e. don't ask for a banana pie cannon, it won't happen. ;))

Earth weapons are fine but they would come from the back room that the racks lead into. [UNLESS your character is from an Earth dimension with that weapon in it AND Riss and Celeste and/or Aren knows this. The answer is apparently no, so see previous.]))


Assassins' Lair

Aren: *to Gamma* Help yourself.

*to Sabaac-demon-man* Hey, if you want to take the time to forge your blade all over my floor, you can take the time to let me finish my tour. You'll have to wait just a bit longer...

*She checks off her fingers*

Aren: Weapons, check. Armor, next, then Sim, then Transport, then I'll let Riss and Celeste get you up on your actual business.

*She steps back out the door and opens the next, the central door of the three. It opens up into a similar but larger room to the weapons/equipment room.

Half the room looks as if it could double as a dressing room. Strange, spidery droids are attached dormant to the walls. One section of the wall is colored metallic gray instead of white and indents inwards. It is covered with machinery.

On racks are sets of body armor. Some racks hold jet packs of various designs. Some have wings, some not, some even have no visible means of propulsion*

Aren: What I said for that other room goes for this one as well. You want something, tell the computer the features you want. Oh, and no matter what it looks like, everything here is either a better class of armor or has better shields than anything you could normally get for personal wear in this dimension. Not to mention some neat little effects that your dimension somehow gets along without, like augmentations to automatically protect you from the environment or...poison. I won't bore you with more details. The droids are to help you put something on if necessary.

*She points to the metallic gray machinery-filled section*

Aren: Cyborg augmentations. Permanent or temporary, or add or enhance what you already have if you have anything. Can pretty much put in or on you some cyborg version of anything you have here. Plus, it can work with what you've already got, if that's what you want.

Any questions?

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Vigilance

*The area is cleared of enemies. Starr walks over to Irvine, stopping several times to carve up small, jagged pieces of stormtrooper armor and tucking them into his own armor, under the belts he had emptied killing the Vanguard*

Starr: Very good. Perhaps there is hope for you after all, son of Cracken.

*He enters one of the side rooms and quickly accesses a terminal using stolen access codes*

Sloppy. There, found it.

*He heads back into the corridor*

Starr: The bridge is at the very end of this corridor, though double blast doors.

*He suddenly ignites his saber.

At the end of the corridor, two side doors open and more stormtroopers pour in*

Assassin guild

*The Sabaac-man looks at teh floor where he 'worked' and it was spotless, with the exception of the fragments of the leather hilt that was removed.

he was finished anyway..*

*into the armour room*

*A 'dressing room''s door opens and Shungchi steps out, looking not different that what he was eariler.*

Sabaac-man *ignoring him* "I don't require armour, and physical augmentations are useless."

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Vigilance

Irvine "Do they give up?"

*Irvine spots his downed saber and foil, and remotely ignites them and sends them back flying at the stormtroopers. Then boomerangs them back to him, letting the saber extingish and return to his belt, the foil into his left hand.*

*In the weapons room, corner-man takes a look at the computer he sees a list of some the weapons available*
Corner-man: They're not kidding. You guys almost have more than I have just on this list!

Sellenna: We need you to get some rest before you go out on your next assignment.

*Flax enters.*

Flax: Good you're back. Dasken, I need you to transfer out of intelligance. We have a big offensive coming up and I need my leaders on the front line.

*Greer stood up and saluted to Flax*
Greer: Sir.
*Greer then turned back to Sellenna*
Greer: Call me when you need me.
*Greer saluted Flax again and left to his cabin*

Underground

Gamma: How long would these take to install? And what kind of half life is there on the power cells would they use?

Godsheim Station

*Vidar with Geri wander the levels. The corridors were basically empty with most people sleeping now. This allowed Vidar time to be alone and just let his mind wander.

The two rounded a corner and ran into Valda.*

Valda: Excuse me, my lord.

Vidar: I'm surprised your still up.

Valda: I'm just doing some rounds, was actually heading to my room at the moment.

Vidar: I won't keep you then.

Valda: Goodnight m'Lord.

Vidar: Good Night.

*Vidar and Geri continue on down the corridor, Valda watches him for a couple of moments before turning the corner and heading to her room*