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| Wave of Darkness : Prelude Coruscant Camp | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 17 2008, 12:34 AM (192 Views) | |
| Ra Cul | Jul 17 2008, 12:34 AM Post #1 |
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Supreme Commander of the Republic Armed Forces. That was his title. His rank. His life. The fact that the Republic had splintered, officially, some nine months prior, into civil war, a civil war that had been building for close to a year by then, had complicated things. Republic fought Republic. Friend fought friend. Ally fought ally. And in some of the most tragic of cases, family fought family. The only thing that had thus far saved the Republic, either portion of it, was their major enemy, the Combined Armies Alliance, had also taken to infighting and internal war. The loss of Darth Gritus, who'd also been posing as the Republic's Chancellor, followed by the vanishing of Heiseto, and the fall of Thomas Darque, had left them with too many vacancies in their top rung. Geoss Pattin paused in his musings. Similar events, the loss of key leaders among the Republic and the Jedi, had caused similar events amongst his people. He'd drawn the hard line. No suprise. He was a career soldier. He'd fought in...how many wars was it now? Rebellion. Early days of the New Republic. Vong Invasion. Birth of the CAA. Republic Civil War. Now this...this invasion from people that should have been allies to varying people gathering in the great conference room. Hadrius Cul. Former Jedi Master. Hero of the Republic...multiple times over. Pattin had fought alongside the man's grandfather, and his father. And finally, alongside him. These days, however, Cul was called the Black General. He commanded a small sect of Force users called the Black Knights. And pushing the grand promise of an end to the perpetual wars that had made people like Pattin, he'd spent the last six months gathering a staggering number of people to his banner. Great tactical minds like Mariemaia Strith. Whole sectors of space. Large chunks of every major faction of the galaxy's fleets and armies had defected in mass. The army of the Black General had massed, in six months, a force no single faction of the galaxy could hope to withstand. And the division between factions had made his work easy. Pattin, like every other military leader, had been content, initially, to allow Cul to make small strikes against his own forces, blindly ignoring the growing danger. Boldly assuming Cul would either take care of his enemies, and be weakened enough by it, to be dealt with easily, or to simply be crushed down to a minor annoyance, to be swatted once the big fish were done with. Then the defections began. Pattin had ignored the first wave, unsure if it was even to the Black Army, or to the other side of the Republic Civil War. Then they'd come for his ship, and his Captain...and most of the 1st Fleet. Right in the heart of the Republic, Hadrius and his infernal Knights, had boarded Pattin's own flagship, and spirited away most of the most loyal fleet in the galaxy. That was three months ago. And it had served as notice to the entire galaxy, that Hadrius Cul, the Black General, could no longer be taken lightly. For several weeks, no one could find him. He'd taken some eight hundred ships, in one moment, and vanished. Then, he'd returned, and ahead of him ran an army of...monsters. The Prise....the Keyworks....that's where he'd gotten not just them, but a damned Eclipse Class Star Dreanaught. Complete with it's world destroying main cannon.... With an army and a fleet, strong enough to make even a united Republic afraid, Cul had wasted no time. The Black Banner, with it's single star, flew on hundreds of worlds within weeks. His foes met horrible ends, and the forces of the Black Army showed no mercy. Driven by a goal, that to end this stream of endless wars, the galaxy's very ability to make war, must be broken beyond repair. Already, according to Pattin's reports, better than ninety percent of the galaxy's shipyards were space debris. Similar numbers of training camps for soldiers, and prduction plants for military vehicles, also laid to waste. Around a month ago, the Black Army's offensive had forced former enemies to open diplomatic channels. This meeting would have taken place, sooner or later, even if Hadrius had not made his pretty little speech.... ************************************************************** Three days ago....galactic wide holonet recording....background of the capital city on Commenor.....city burning and decimated. Dressed in shining black armor, hair tossing in the breeze...blood and dirt streaking his face, and eerie red eyes ablaze with passion and fire, Hadrius Cul, the Black General, took to a small rise. In his hands were the twin Cul blades, both lit, gleaming a brilliant red. "For the few of you who may not know who I am, allow me the oppurtunity to introduce myself. I am Hadrius Cul. I am the Black General. And I'm here to save the galaxy, from men like Pattin, Kravette, Darque, Gritus....Palpatine and Vader! At my back rides the Black Army....and before us run the demon spawned Scorn." As he spoke, Hadrius also talked with his hands, a gesture made somewhat impressive, since his hands clenched lit lightsabers. "This galaxy of ours has been plagued, for years beyond counting, with war, after war. Even the thousands of years of piece under the Old republic could not last. I sweep the galaxy like a storm. The wave of darkness must come to and end. And the only way to end the cycle of wars, is to not only take away the ability to make war, but to remove the greatest prize that war is made for." Hadrius paused, bowing his head in real sorrow. When he raised his head, the fire in his eyes literally trailed from them, like red smoke. "Coruscant. The den of corruption. The self proclaimed center of the galaxy. The wondrous city planet. It is for this, that wars are fought. It is a symbol of control. Of Power. In one week's time, my armies will arrive at Coruscant, as the rays of it's star hit the capital region. Pattin's own flagship and fleet, will lead our charge. And the Eclipse will finally remove this jewel of power, from the game.....forever." Hadrius looked directly into the camera now. "Pattin. Call all your allies. Marshall all your forces. In one week, the wave crashes upon your shore, and we end this, once and for all." ************************************************************** Three days gone by. Four remained. Pattin had little doubt, Hadrius's assault would come in the exact moment he'd promised the galaxy. Too much depended on it. Hadrius was a living banner to an impossible ideal. Pattin sat now, in his hoverchair, and the stage, looking out at dozens of faces. They came from his camp of the Republic. They came from the other camp. They came from the Dark Legion, the Sith Order, the Sith Empire, the Imperial Remnant, the Mandalorians and their Mercenaries Guild, the Min, the Jedi.....they came from every concievable faction of the galaxy that could possibly muster forces to stand against the Black Army and it's fiery General. A room full of dozens of allies and enemies, united in a single common cause. Survival. Pattin cleared his throat. So many gone...dead in senseless battles. So many wasted lives, had brought the galaxy to this moment of unity. "I won't waste time with introductions. You wouldn't be here, if you didn't know who at least most of the people in this room were. Most of you really don't like me very much. And to be honest, I really don't give a damn. If I was out to win a popularity contest, I'd have been a damned politician." "I'm not. I'm a soldier. I'm the man people either thank whatever gods they pray to, when I show up.....or the man people tremble in fear, when they've heard I've been sicked upon them. I am, with no boasting, one of the greatest military commanders of our age, possibly a lot longer." Pattin's voice carried through the room with the sharp crack of a whip. But slowly, his face softened. "I have been charged with protecting the Republic, and it's capital, Coruscant. And I find myself in a position where I cannot do this alone. Each of you has been so kind as to divulge to the group as a whole, what forces you have made available for this fight. And for this, I thank you." Pattin paused, taking a small drink from his glass of water. His eyes met those of Admiral Ryan Hunter. A former friend. A former pupil. A recent adversary. "I have begun to outline a plan to defend Coruscant. But before we begin, our first priority must be establishing a clear chain of command. Wars and battles are not won by committee. We need a clear chain of command, at least a dozen names long. Two dozen, in a battle of this scope, would be better. Expect your rank to provide little cover, in the battle to come. Cul will target those of us in command, in the hopes of confusing our assorted ranks. He will attempt to divide us along lines of politics. Lines, gentlebeings, that we can not afford to have exist, from this moment forward....." Edited by Ra Cul, Jul 17 2008, 01:48 AM.
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| Calin Riegal | Jul 17 2008, 06:23 PM Post #2 |
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The galaxy had been plunged into a sea of turmoil that matched that of the largest and most terrible wars in Galactic history. Now was a time of darkness, of desperation, and most of all of fear. The galaxy lived in fear, caught between warring behemoths, intent on wresting control from the other, each for their own reasons. Some fought in an attempt to end all war, a noble task, but yet, impossible. Some fought to maintain control over the galaxy, while some fought for their own personal agenda. In all of it, there was no balance, nor was there two distinct sides. Only a swirling vortex of chaos and conflict consumed the galaxy. And this was all caused by one man, Hadrius Cul. The Black General. He was at one time Zann's pupil, and more recently one of his greatest and most loyal friends. Now Zann felt like he did not know the man at all. His was different, altered, warped by his false sense of purpose. In his attempt to end all wars, Hadrius had caused no ends of pain and suffering amongst his foes. Those that opposed him knew the consequences if they refused to follow him. No mercy. Zann would have expected mercy from Hadrius Cul, Jedi Master and loyal friend. Not so for the Black General. His army was massed, and it was indeed formidable. Even a united Republic would hold its breath in fear at the sight of it. Unfortunately, the Republic was not united. Hadrius had made sure of that, converting many worlds, Republic and otherwise, towards his cause. He had recruited from every corner of the galaxy, including those rarely trodden. He had taken the 1st fleet from under Pattin’s nose. The Republic alone could no longer stand against them. They were too formidable, too strong, too merciless for the stagnant beast that was the Republic to stand against. So Pattin managed to swallow his pride. There were others that opposed the Black General, others who resisted the sweeping tyranny instilled by Hadrius. But few of these others were friends of the Republic. So Pattin had put out a call, a call to help put an end to the Black General once and for all, and it had been answered. There was the Jedi, whom Zann had led to Coruscant knowing it was the final battleground. He knew that if Hadrius, if the Black General won here, there would be no force left in the galaxy able to resist him. There was the Republic Separatists, who left the Republic when the Jedi themselves were scapgoated for the death of Chancellor Vicor, or more fittingly Darth Gritus. They were lead by Admiral Hunter, a fine military commander with a great sense of what was right. There was the Sith, the Imperial Remenant, the Dark Legion…all longstanding enemies of Pattin and the Republic, and yet united against this common evil. The ultimatum had been set, and Hadrius’ true intentions had been made in a speech broadcast over the galactic holonet. Zann had watched it many times, disturbed by the change that had come over his friend. He was not thinking, he could not see the true ramifications of what he was about to do. There was no end to war, it was as ingrained in a beings nature as eating and breathing. An unfortunate truth, but ever present nonetheless. To take away the galaxies means of making war would be like chaining a behemoth. The chain may hold, but eventually it will rust through and break, and that behemoth will be released once more. The knowledge of battle and war would always remain in the nature of beings, and with knowledge comes the ability. Battlegrounds change, scales of wars are altered, but the reality of war remains the same. War would always be present in the galaxy, only it may have a different face. Pattin himself began speaking to all those assembled. Forces, chains of command, military matters. But Zann felt that he was missing a crucial point. Hadrius’ Black Army had something that they did not. Unity. They worshiped Hadrius as a god, and would face death a dozen times over if he simply gave the call. Most of the people in this room would kill half the others without giving it a second thought. Unless they could match the Black Army and fight united as a group, they stood no chance. Hadrius’ united force would sweep up their disorganized rabble without contention. Their loose alliance needed to be tightened and solidified before the time came for it to weather the storm. “If I may speak…” Zann said, stepping out from his position in the corner of the room. “Assembled here today, I see friends, and I see foes. It is foolish to deny who we are. If we were enemies yesterday, we may be enemies yet a year from now, regardless of the outcome today. It would be foolish to think otherwise.” There was a great clarity in Zann’s voice, one that seemed to ring through the room. “But, what we have today is something we have not yet had, a common enemy. There is one that wishes to destroy us all, to remove our presence from the galaxy and leave us naught but memories that will fade with time. Though we may not be friends, we are all allies against this common evil.” Zann said, his voice building. “We must fight as one. We must cease being different entities, and be a cohesive whole. We all have strengths to contribute, and we must utilize these to their greatest effect. There can be no individual battles, no personal glory or gain. We must fight was one, as a single force, united against the storm that wishes to sweep us off the face of the galaxy. In unity is our only chance for victory.” Zann surveyed the group in front of him, looking at each one individually. They came from all parts, all sides of the Galaxy. But that would cease to matter once the battle began. Zann that turned back to face Pattin directly. There was no mistake, Zann had little respect for the General. It was under his influence that the Jedi became fugitives and were hunted across the galaxy. But now was the time to put these feelings aside. He was a brilliant military mind, and would be essential to their victory. He addressed Pattin, his voice still radiating that clarity, and his eyes projecting the exact same. “General Pattin, the Jedi Order will fight with you in this battle. We will aide in any way necessary, I give you my word.” |
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| Adam Vren | Jul 18 2008, 07:02 PM Post #3 |
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A plague had started in the galaxy. A plague of war, death, and destruction. A crusade, supposedly a war to end all wars. Atilla had seen this war commence, had been on the front lines of some of the assaults, and had barely escaped with his life at times. Thats why he was in this room, with other commanders of several factions from all over the galaxy. Before now he had sat and quietly listened to the speechs made by those of higher ranks than him. Until Zann made an impassioned speech about the need for unity among the many different factions. He had met Zann in a prison, and helped rescue him from almost certain execution. They had been through alot together, with a few other people...including Hadrius. Atilla had not known him well but he had not expected such a drastic move to come from him. Atilla listened to every word he said, and agreed with every word Zann spoke. As much as he hated to admit it he had to work with those he had killed, and had tried to kill him, for one goal. Once Zann's impassioned speech was finished and Zann had pledged his loyalty to Pattin Atilla stood up amid the quiet contemplation of everyone present. "Pattin, I once fought for you and the Republic. I took pride in what I did and never looked back on that decision, until you created a rift between the Republic and the Jedi Order. I will put that behind me and fight for you, and everyone else here, once again. Coruscant shall not fall to the Black Army as long as I draw breath and those loyal to us live to defend it." With that Atilla sat down as other generals rose and declared their allegiance to Pattin and the growing force to oppose the Black General and his upstart zealots. (OOC: An problems and I can change it or add something I missed. Also I was going to say 'And you have my axe' but doesn't thats seem a little bit corny...) |
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| Fjett d'Elteh | Jul 24 2008, 01:37 AM Post #4 |
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The white-uniform officer, if her eyes could betray her feelings, they would. Beneath the silicate-carbon exterior - beneath the hoards of frame and Mile 17 muscle and wetwork - there was a thinking mind, unaware of its decay that gave it an acceptable lifespan of two years. It knew, certainly, but like a cancer, there was no real way to feel it. That thinking mind knew itself to be Miho Armitage. And she was obstinate. The thing for her section of space that would accomplish something for the Nadeshii would be to fling herself across the room and, if not killing Pattin on contact, removing the safeties from her musculature would allow a few organs to go across the room. But that would be a waste. She would probably die or be heavily damaged. On an enemy vessel. Ergo, she stayed put. That aside, the only way Pattin could potentially be defeated by the NRA was with her tactical skills. Hunter was good, yes - but Miho had worked by the man. That and she was prodigy in her own right. Introverted, true, but nowhere near as vengeful or proud. The tall woman, appearing lanky at length's sight, stepped up. The aqua that were her pupils glowing out over the marble iris, the main token of the Nadeshii that set them apart from baseline humans, seemed to draw attention. And that particular set of eyes, combined with an intense stare from a face with no emotion, locked themselve's with Pattin's, that poor wreck of a man. Olfactorically, it showed. The cyborg simply articulated perfectly, "The Nadeshii will act in accordance with major decisions made." What else? Armistance, perhaps? Personally, she only expect a harrumph. Best not to be optimistic, especially in politics. Besides, she was military. However, she could not help but ask, "We expect something in return for our diligence soon, and it will be simpler then anything else offered by anyone else in this room." She waited for the feeling to sink in, relishing what lay in Pattin's expression, or behind it. "We want our autonomy." |
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| Ra Cul | Jul 26 2008, 09:39 AM Post #5 |
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At thirty years old, the idea have having commanded the galaxy's most famous fighter squadron for most of a decade, and flown in it, for over one, sounded absurd. At thirty, to have one of the most impressive kill ratios, and the best pilot survival percentages, for that squadron, in it's near fifty year history, sounded unbelievable. At thirty, Admiral of the Aliiance of the Free Republic, one of it's top military commanders, was next to impossible. Yet, Admiral Ryan Hunter had accomplished all of this. The veteran Skull Squadron Ace and former commander. The talented strategist, who, while not holding his own against Pattin's push, had definitely challenged the old man's grasp of warfare. The charismatic young leader of his generation's rebellion.... Ryan's raven hair was now flecked with the first touches of grey. Commanding friend and family, to wage war against friend and family had been hard. The loss of true heroes like Navy Commander Jerrick Thorne, or the young, inspirational Jedi Knight, Tollos Thol....had hit him hard. The stark betrayal of Hadrius Cul, and his allies, had confused and hurt him. He glanced at his mother. Arianna Hunter-Verdae. Senator of Generis. Hero of the Rebellion. Once one of Geoss Pattin's only friends in the Senate. It was now nearly seven months, since her husband, Ryan's father....Pandar....had been reported slain, confronting Pattin's occupation forces at Generis. His mother had yet to discuss it. Her mask was in place. Today, she appeared as inhuman, nearly, as her faithful droid, XJ-117, who, as always, was by her side. Today wasn't personal for her. Today was about survival. Survival of everyone here's way of life. Today was, as Grand Master Riegal had said, about unity. Ryan stood, his face mirroring his mother's. "The last time I was in this room, I held the rank of Commander. I return as the Admiral of a force that should never have been the enemy to this chamber. I look around me, and I see people of power. People of influence. I see great minds. I see brilliant tacticians. Amazing strategists. I see nobility. I see greed. I see both light and dark, all gathered for one cause." Ryan turned, as he spoke, his eyes passing along the room's many occupants. "I see many leaders, and great pride. I see hope and despair. And I know, without the benefit our Jedi and Sith allies have, of the Force, that in four short days, the most defining moment in any of our lives will occur. And I know there is only one man, despite our recent past, that I would follow into this defining moment." Ryan turned to face Pattin on the stage, his mask slowly fading, replaced by a look of respect. "For years, Geoss Pattin, I fought for you. I fought alongside you. I watched you, time and again, defy impossible odds. I know you, maybe better than you know yourself. What has happened in recent times is now the past. I can not say for certain, if all of my Fleet will follow me, once they here this, but those that will, return to your command. I will follow you straight into hell, if you honestly tell me you think we can make it past the gates." A look to his mother, got a nod of approval. If she had anything to add, she was chosing not to... Not far away, from amidst the small gathering that represented the Sith Order, a tall robed man stood, his hood falling from his face to reveal a man that looked for all the world just like Durian Darque. "Well spoken, Admirals Hunter and Armitage, General Vren, Grand Master Riegal, and, of course, our gracious host." Darth Aurin, the Dark Lord of the Sith nodded his head politely to each in turn. "I have no eloquent speech prepared. I don't believe many of you would truly wish to listen to the Lord of the Sith speak in length anyway. So, in brevity, I too, realize the threat of the Black General, perhaps moreso than any here, save Culwyn Graves. While my Sith are not great in number, for this epic moment in time, they are yours to use as you see best, Supreme Commander Pattin." Aurin sat slowly, his eyes meeting what should have been eyes, on a small boy seated not far away. Where eyes should have been, instead were two small balls of crimson energy. And while just a child, Culwyn Graves carried a weight of presense even the dimmest of people could....feel. The boy didn't bother to stand, he didn't bother to face many people. He merely nodded, and spoke in a voice that could best be described as, simply, evil. "The Dark Legion stands ready, Pattin. As does my ability to predict likely outcomes of events. None of us wish to see Cul victorius this day." Commander Tressa Val, Fade Squadron's commander, and former pupil of Ryan Hunter, sat within her Republic camp. Hearing Ryan speak, as an ally, rather than an enemy, made her heart soar. It had been hard, having been forced to fight against her friend. She said nothing, however. This was a meeting that she'd only been invited to based on her squadron, not her rank. Nearby her, General Thol Wolfe, the hardened Marine General gave a brief nod to General Vren. They had become adversaries. They had waged a brutal ground war against each other. They had fought in personal combat, on more than one occasion. And they had developed some grudging respect for each other along the way. Wolfe also remained silent, at least for now. Pattin was his commander. His loyalty had never once been questioned, nor would it ever be. Callos Vorn did not stand to speak. He merely softly cleared his throat. To those who used the Force, this man was unreadable. They could see and hear him, but he simply did not exist in their ability to 'see', with the Force. He was the Grand Master of the Min. "Hadrius Cul has crossed an uncrossable line. His existance is what the Min have existed for. People who threaten the balance on such a profound level, may not be allowed to exist. The Min stand with you, Pattin of the Republic, our blades are yours." Lady Fett, however, did stand. Her helm was still in place. Her blaster still slung at her hip. The 'no weapons' policy of the meeting seemed to be lost on her. And no one had made any serious efforts to attempt to take it from her. "I have come, representing both the Mandalorian Mercenaries Guild, and the Mandalorian Protectorate. Not one commander in this room, has not made use of our services, nor been spared our assaults. The Protectorate has chosen to loan it's forces to whomever this body chooses to lead it. The Guild has chosen to defer it's costs, until a later date. My Black Widows will fight for personal glory alone." A tall Chiss, wearing the uniform of the Imperial Remnant Navy stood next. His red eyes found first, General Kravett. His commander, and in some odd way, his friend. Next, his eyes sought out fighter pilots...Fade Squadron...Skull Squadron.....and his long time rival, Ryan Hunter. To each of them, his eyes carried respect and honor, earned in the wars waged between them. "I don't know what General Kravett's mind is, on this matter. I'm certain he knows the wisdom of unity in battle, and a clear, well defined, chain of command. With the numbers of leaders that have pledged their allegiance for this action, to Supreme Commander Pattin, it seems only fitting to do the same. Vengeance Division flies under your command, sir. May you truly shine in the days to come, as you once did before." While Commodore Yankura spoke to Pattin, his eyes remained on the young Admiral, whom he'd flown numerous missions against. There was friendship and respect offered in that look, which Ryan Hunter returned with the same feelings. Luke Skywalker had remained silent long enough, As he stood, all eyes in the room were on him. To many, he was a hero, multiple times over. A living legend. To others, he was the enemy, responsible for the end, or potential end, of their way of life. Regardless the personal view, most found it hard not to respect, if nothing else, his accomplishments. "Grand Master Riegal speaks for the Jedi. The Council will abide, and therefore, the Order, by his decisions in this matter. He also speaks wisely. And though I never dreamed the day would come, where Jedi fought side by side with Sith or Min, the actions of one of our own have brought this day to pass. Pattin, the Jedi will stand by you, and yes, when it comes to it, fight for you. But, like the Nadeshii, we ask for something, or things, in exchange. We ask for the guarentee of our autonomy. And we ask, that before this august body of leaders from all parts of our galaxy, that you reinstate Urushu Matnokki, as the rightful Chancellor of the Republic. One Republic, not two." While Luke phrased these conditions as a request, the weight of his words left little doubt it was a very potent ultimatum...... Pattin eyed a number of people, including his former protege's, Miho Armitage, and Ryan Hunter.....the Jedi Grand Master....or Grand Masters?.... Pattin hated ultimatums. The whole galaxy knew it. Almost as much as he hated politicians. He let the silence hang for a moment, then smiled. "We'll need to work out a few details, which I'm certain I can trust the Jedi to arbitrate for us....Matnokki and myself....and then there would be the question of his legality to remain in office, once Nadeshii left the Republic....but I think we can work something out." The smile vanished, and his face got serious once again. "I will willingly accept this post, as Commander of Joint Ventures on Coruscant, unless anyone else would like to fill this role?" He paused, his eyes finding the only person likely to object....General Kravett of the remnant. "On two of my own conditions. One, once this post has been approved, I] will determine the remainder of the chain of command. It will not be debated. It will not be discussed. It will not be altered, under any circumstances. You will all trust my judgement, in at least matters of warfare, on this subject. And that chain of command will move directly from me, to General Kravett of the Remnant.....further lines of command will wait until we agree on the top end." The old man sighed, closing his eyes, and putting his hand to the side of his head for a moment, before he continued. "My second condition, is that, should I survive this battle to end all battles....should we be victorious....my resignation will be tentured, and I will, as all good soldiers do, simply fade away." |
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| Fjett d'Elteh | Jul 26 2008, 08:44 PM Post #6 |
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Armitage, still semi-lit, her uniform glowing, listened to the various speals of the Sith, the Legion, the Mandolorians, and Skywalker. She remained on her toes for possible treachery. In the end, as the circle of speaks went around, she remembered. That one day, on the Senate floor. She had told Matnokki a certain few words, reminiscent to "May the Force be with you," but culturally far more serious and deep. She remembered, above the voices of the Senate throng, she had told him, "Ahen Mahulokuba". And now, she had given Pattin basically the tools of his career's demise. Well, not necessarily given, but had been the messenger. When the topic was presented, she did glance over at him, her face finally showing how it simply did not want this to happen - but he wasn't looking. And to anyone else, it may have seemed like just another glance another person would have thrown. Since her head was turned, she stepped backwards slightly, out of the primary lighting in the room. _________________________________________ Urushofu Matnokki would almost have breathed a sigh of relief, should it have been appropriate. Here and now, the division was certainly over. The Republic could be cobbled back together, from the fresh divisions to the old folds. The Empire may not be an enemy. They all had to face a common enemy, and maybe this time they would realize that their original follies were, well, follies. And yes, he could not rule the Republic, obviously. The Nadeshii government finally wanted to end their special integration with the Republic. Many would see this as an unfortunate end to a political career, but he found that it would be probably nice to have some time and sit down quietly. After the Senate dissolved, everything got stirred up to hell... The likes of which hadn't been seen since when Sith Lord what's-his-name walked straight onto the Senate floor and killed the Chancellor. Unlike with the internal error of electing a Sith Lord in this case, in which the power mongers showed themselves out, that shook everyone to the bone. But now it seemed, everyone had a need to win. Everyone had to work with everyone else. This was the bridge. This was the New Hope. The cost would be large, but they could win. "I don't have much to say," he said as Miho turned her head, "and it isn't prepared neither. But here is where many ills between us could be healed. Enmities can be forgotten. How, you may ask? How could, perhaps, Republic and Imperial troopers not shoot at one another, how Mandolorians and Jedi stand at will, how Sith and Legion point their blades in a direction not towards another?" "True - we all need each other's help. There's the main rub. But perhaps, in this one time, where instead of belittling our own salvation with the forceful conquer of worlds, we can gain one thing from this besides the defeat of a common enemy. Perhaps, as we all she blood for the same purpose, we can gain something that we all lack as well." "Respect. For each other's rights to breathe as ours, despite how wrong their philosophy may have been. Respect for the fact that for once, everything was set aside, everyone given a blank slate, and everyone fought together. Since we are able to do it," he punctuated, "This One Time, we can certainly come to do it again over some smaller matters the Absolute Fate of the Galaxy." He settled down, his amber eyes lidding slightly as he found his seat. Somehow he'd stood up in the middle of the process. "That's all I have to contribute." ((OOC - Re-elect Urushofu Matnokki, The Candidate for Change)) Edited by Fjett d'Elteh, Jul 26 2008, 08:45 PM.
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| Jake Featherston | Jul 26 2008, 09:43 PM Post #7 |
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(Yes Mr. Obama. Sorry, Matnokki.) Kravett did not stand. He glanced in turn at the speakers in the crowded room, all with pledges of loyalty and debating their points to try to gain stature either in the present or the future. Assuming there was a future, of course. Finally, Pattin's eyes rested on him, as they had been bound to do from the beginning. The first great generals of this war, fighting each other almost constantly for five years. Countless battles, ultimatums (almost always from Kravett, designed specifically to annoy Pattin), and 'discussions', as they were officially called. And now here they were in the same room surrounded by all the leaders of the galaxy that had not been poisoned by the Black Army. Kravett did not stand. Second-in-command. Not unexpected in the least, considering the mutual respect between them. But was he content if he was not on the pinnacle? He was essentially the Emperor of the Galactic Empire. And there was the matter of the Hidden Maw.... Second-in-command suited him fine. He nodded at the older man. Kravett himself had begun his career halfway through the Yuuzhan Vong War and had only risen to prominence during the Ar'kai incident, before defecting from the Republic. Pattin dated back, from all appearances, to the Old Republic. To his left, Captain Rommel jumped a little. Kravett turned and looked questioningly. Rommel shook his head slightly, but Kravett could still see the wild look in his eyes, growing worse with each passing day. That had been the case ever since shortly after the Republic fell into civil war and even more so after the failed incursion into Legion space. The General had meant to ask Commander Pound about it, but unfortunately he was dead. At Dark Order hands, he sternly reminded himself. He was afraid the actual, unofficial reason was the same as the reason for Rommel's... could it be called insanity? He didn't know. The situation worried him, especially so close to battle. Yann Vilks lurked in the back, creases of worry lining his face. He felt had aged decades in the past year. First the Black General and then Kravett.... No, the rebellion had not gone as planned. And now the one was gearing for war upon the other. Small satisfaction when his home lay in ruins and his family in hiding or in hospitals. Not in graves at least. Not yet, at least. He shuddered. He wished Anya and the children had been able to stay on Bothawui. It was surely no more dangerous than Coruscant was now, but she had insisted.... Vilks shook his head. He had to keep his mind on the nation. It was bigger than his family. Then again, this whole deal was far bigger than his nation. The Black General was coming and his worst enemy was among those who were to defend him. |
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| Adam Vren | Jul 29 2008, 06:53 PM Post #8 |
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As statements were made about the alliance that was about to be formed the wheels in Atilla's head started clicking. What would happen if the Black Army was defeated? Thoughts of possible problems began to bounce around in his head rapidly. How could so many different factions get along without a common enemy to bind them together? With Pattin, their current supreme commander, retiring after the battle a power vacuum would be created that many people would surely rush to fill. The galaxy would break into turmoil again and noone would be any better off. There was another problem that floated around in his mind, the men may not so readily fight together as their commanders had agreed to. They have killed each others friends and families and such deeds would surely not be forgotten by men loyal to different banners. Some form of comradery would have to be established to keep them away from each others throats. Atilla's mind began to form solutions to these problems and many ideas were tossed out because of some flaw. Then it hit him, an idea that just might work. Atilla stood once again and voiced his thoughts to all present, "Some of you must be thinking the same things as I am right now. Once we are victorious a power vacuum will need to be filled due to Pattin's second stipulation. To avoid this we must create some sort of treaty, so that current friendships do not deteriorate into even more wars once this battle is over." Atilla gave them a few seconds to process what he had said before continuing with his strategy to solve the second problem, "I also propose we get them men working together as soon as possible. Training, constructing defences, anything to get them used to working together rather than fighting each other as they have been conditioned to do over the years." |
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| Sirk'ruk | Jul 30 2008, 03:55 AM Post #9 |
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Orcien Torren lingered at the fringe of the war council congregation, keeping within hearing distance while still blending in with the other attendees. For once the Jedi Knight was thankful for the great numbers of ex-foes milling about the camp. Their sheer numbers made it difficult to pick out familliar faces. In the more turbulent years of his youth Orcien had done his fair share of side-swapping, meaning many people in this room he had fought along side, and later, against, only to be made an ally of all by tragic circumstance. With any luck there would be no bitter reunions. Too many were unfolding between the faction reprisentatives already. "Besides, not like any of my old aquaintances would recognize me now." Orcien noted silently, his tan tunic freshly pressed and leather vambraces polished to a light-catching sheen. His brown pants, traveling boots and cloak were also abnormally clean, bangs neatly tied back, even his barely opaque beard improved the Jedi's apperance by covering most of the scars left by the torturous Sith rebreather Orcien had once been forced to bear. The wearying battles of the Black Generals rise to power made those early days seem like a whole seperate lifetime. Orcien gently coaxed his mind back from its wanderings, returning full attention to the matter at hand. So many age-old tensions coming into play at the same time, all being washed away by the threat of the Back General. The display only proved a testament to his might. In a bitter way, Hadrius Cul was responsible for bringing out the best in all sentient life. A shame such unity could not be acheived by less bloody means. The Black General would deliver on his promise, at least temporarily ending all war, but this bloody peace would never last. To rebuild after this catastrophe would be difficult, but it would be done, if not by this generation then the next, if not by the next then by the next after that. No act of evil, even one this great, could lead to any lasting good. The billions lost now would buy only a few decades of peace for the future. The council remained uneventful, save for the apperance of the fiery-eyed child whos very presence put Orcien on the brink of nausea, and though he was tempted to slip away for another couple minutes of restful meditation before the coming days, he remained stationary and awaited the order to disperse. |
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| Ra Cul | Nov 17 2008, 10:24 PM Post #10 |
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(Quick note on some of the attendees.) Republic Loyalists Supreme Commander Geoss Pattin Interim Chancellor Risa Leone Senator Harla Quinne General Thol Wolfe Commander Tressa Val 5 Admirals 4 Generals 10 Aides 8 Senators Republic Alliance Chancellor Matnokki Senator Arianna Hunter-Verdae Admiral Armitage Admiral Hunter General Vren 2 Admirals 2 Generals 4 Aides 4 Senators Jedi Order Grand Master Riegal Grand Council Skywalker Master Amass Master Rathos Master Seren Knight Arlos Knight Torren 2 Knights Dark Legion Grand Marshal Jzora Rathos Culwyn Graves 4 Legionaires 1 Admiral 1 General Sith Order/Sith Empire Darth Aurin Darth Lalonde Darth Kar 4 Sith Apprentices 2 Admirals 2 Generals Imperial Remnant General Kravett Admiral Yankura Captain Nillon Captain Rommel 2 Admirals 2 Generals 4 Aides 4 Moffs 2 Representatives of the CSA Mandalorian Protectorate/Mandalorian Mercenaries Guild Lady Fett Turambar 2 Generals 1 Admiral 4 Aides Other Yann Vilks Min Master Callos Vorn |
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| Ra Cul | Nov 17 2008, 11:19 PM Post #11 |
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Pattin waited until the general discussion died down, before clearing his throat gruffly. "Unless it's being disputed, I officially accept the appointment of Commander of the Allied Forces. I've spent the past several weeks considering the possibility things would come to this, and so, my preparations are already well underway. The first thing I'd like to do, is establish that chain of command I mentioned." He eyed the room with his steely gaze for several moments before continuing. "Chancellors Matnokki and Leone, assembled Senators and diplomats. Due to the nature of this threat, and it's purely military parameters, you'll forgive me if I leave you off of the command list. I do, however have another set of objectives more fitting to your experiences. But we'll get to that in due time." "As I said, General Kravett will be my second in command. Should I fall in battle, or be unable to deliver my orders, you are to assume he acts in my stead. What follows is the remainder of the key chains of command." Pattin cued a holographic display up, of the whole Coruscant system, before continuing. "Grand Master Riegal follows Kravett in the chain of command, and he is followed, in order, by Sith Emperer Kar, Grand Marshall Jzora Rathos, and Min Master Callos Vorn." The holgraphic display highlighted the massive fleet, moving into a series of positions. "My overall fleet operations commander is Admiral Armitage. Admiral Hunter is starfighter command, aided by Admiral Yankura, and finally, in the fleet high command, Master Jara Rathos. Admiral Armitage will break down further command structures over the next twenty four hours." "On to ground forces. Due to his experience with small units in urban setting, General Vren will assume command of our ground forces. His second will be Lady Fett, and General Wolf, and Darth Lalonde will round off ground forces high command. General Vren will assign all further steps in the chain of command in the next twenty four hours also." Pattin closed his eyes for a moment, vanishing from any Force user's ability to read him through the Force. "And that brings us to a special task force. Due to the nature of our enemy, and the special bond they share, heightening their battle prowess, we need to create a special....Force Task Force. Their job will be to foil this....meld Cul uses, and to shatter what you call battle meditation. Remove his advantage. Master Skywalker will head up this task force. Darth Aurin, Culwyn Graves, Master Amass, and Master Seren, will round off it's chain of command. Take what resources you believe you need, provided they are not needed elsewhere." "If anyone has any questions as to our command structure, now is the time for them, because from here, I'm going to tell you all exactly how we're going to win this fight...." |
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| Jake Featherston | Nov 18 2008, 02:31 AM Post #12 |
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[Minor note: Kar was killed by Isaac at some point, I believe. I guess the Sith Empire falls to Aurin? Lalonde was wounded several times in battle, so Aurin's probably stronger.] Kravett nodded silently as Pattin went through the chain of command. He found the occassion somewhat humorous, all former enemies thrown together and willing to answer to each other. Which raised another question.... "What communications systems will we be using throughout the battle? And what exactly are the backup plans for comm? You anticipated the Black General's meld with the Force Task Force, but if that fails, we must have the fastest and smoothest communications possible to try to offset these madmen's curse." Rommel jumped slightly at the word 'madmen' and then composed himself. Focus, he told himself, focus. His thoughts flitted through various possible scenarios for the upcoming battle, ways he could outflank the enemy or weaken his defenses. Of course, he could always- "No!" Kravett turned slightly to look at Rommel as the word jerked out of his mouth, caught halfway in the Captain's jaws. The interjection had not been loud, but perhaps some of those nearer the Captain had heard. Kravett shook his head mentally. Something needed to be done about Rommel. He still did a good enough job, but something was strange nowadays. Similar to those with so-called Arbra syndrome in some ways, but magnified and with a tinge of insanity. Those who had been through that battle acted strangely, Kravett reminded himself. He could worry about Rommel once Black General was taken care of. If, of course, he was still around. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prime Minister Vilks of the Independent Republic of Bothnia was impatient, though he hid it well. Although he was technically the military head of the Provisional Army of the Republic of Bothnia and had added their small numbers and those of the Minister's Guard to the army amassed to defend the galaxy from Cul, he was not of a military mind. He could contribute little at the moment and hoped the politiques in the room would soon depart and leave the fighting to the warriors. That way the could begin to draw a map of the postwar galaxy and to restore order and balance. And the faster they finished, the faster he could see to it that his wife was safe from the coming destruction. He wished she had stayed on Bothawui, chaotic as it was these days. At least the Black General had little sway there. But alas, military matter must be tended to first. Vilks bided his time. |
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