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Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:03 am
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*250 berserkers come out of hyperspace and move to the surface.*
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Thu Jan 14, 2010 4:02 am
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*300 destroyers come out of orbit from Bogden and move to the surface.*
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Sun Feb 07, 2010 7:24 pm
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*The Jankka, a YT-2000 light freighter, exits hyperspace in the Aargonar system and approaches Aargonar's moon, Aargonar 3. Not far from his dreaded homeworld of Anzat, Akkansi had contacted a Jedi he had located with the information he purchased before his departure and was told to meet him on the desert moon, in the ruins of the old rebel base.
As his ship lands in a clearing, he notices a man standing off in the distance, a Stealth-X behind him, dressed in the standard old brown Jedi robe that so many of them seemed so fond of.
Akkansi studied the man with much hesitation. It was true, he had contacted a Jedi to help him find a way to cure himself of this hunger, but as he neared the man, he sensed the man's strong soup, an intoxicating sense, and he began to fight with himself again to get the hunger under control.
This was exactly why he needed help, because he couldn't be around a living being, especially Force-sensitive beings, without feeling the hunger for soup again. Frowning at himself, he finally let down the ramp and left the ship, keeping a tight rein on his hunger as he approached the Jedi.*
==Jedi==
"Greetings. I am assuming you are Mr. Benu. I am Jedi Harnam Ker, a healer. Your story and your struggle struck a chord with me, so I agreed to meet you here to see if I could help you."
*Akkansi nodded politely and answered him.*
"Thank you, Jedi. I have spent far too long as a slave to my hunger. If you can help me, I would like you to try."
*Ker smiled and pushed back his sleeves, walking up to Akkansi and placing them on his head. Akkansi stood motionless, watching the Jedi with some uncertainty.*
==Ker==
"Don't worry, Mr. Benu. I'm only trying to see if there is anything wrong with you internally first. If there's an actual disease, I may be able to remove it from you."
*Akkansi gave a slight nod but said nothing, he was busy trying to keep his hunger at bay while the Jedi tried to figure out what was wrong with me.
Deep down inside, he hunger boiled, craving the soup of the Jedi. Soup, power, take it... Take it now...
Akkansi strained to keep it at bay, the proboscises in his cheeks aching to push out and take hold of what they thought were theirs. He fought it with all of his strength. He had come to far to give in to his hunger now.*
As his ship lands in a clearing, he notices a man standing off in the distance, a Stealth-X behind him, dressed in the standard old brown Jedi robe that so many of them seemed so fond of.
Akkansi studied the man with much hesitation. It was true, he had contacted a Jedi to help him find a way to cure himself of this hunger, but as he neared the man, he sensed the man's strong soup, an intoxicating sense, and he began to fight with himself again to get the hunger under control.
This was exactly why he needed help, because he couldn't be around a living being, especially Force-sensitive beings, without feeling the hunger for soup again. Frowning at himself, he finally let down the ramp and left the ship, keeping a tight rein on his hunger as he approached the Jedi.*
==Jedi==
"Greetings. I am assuming you are Mr. Benu. I am Jedi Harnam Ker, a healer. Your story and your struggle struck a chord with me, so I agreed to meet you here to see if I could help you."
*Akkansi nodded politely and answered him.*
"Thank you, Jedi. I have spent far too long as a slave to my hunger. If you can help me, I would like you to try."
*Ker smiled and pushed back his sleeves, walking up to Akkansi and placing them on his head. Akkansi stood motionless, watching the Jedi with some uncertainty.*
==Ker==
"Don't worry, Mr. Benu. I'm only trying to see if there is anything wrong with you internally first. If there's an actual disease, I may be able to remove it from you."
*Akkansi gave a slight nod but said nothing, he was busy trying to keep his hunger at bay while the Jedi tried to figure out what was wrong with me.
Deep down inside, he hunger boiled, craving the soup of the Jedi. Soup, power, take it... Take it now...
Akkansi strained to keep it at bay, the proboscises in his cheeks aching to push out and take hold of what they thought were theirs. He fought it with all of his strength. He had come to far to give in to his hunger now.*
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Sun Feb 07, 2010 7:38 pm
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*The Jedi drew his hands back for a moment.*
==Ker==
"This really is a struggle for you, isn't it?"
*Akkansi gave him a barely amused look.*
"So you can sense my soup. What is wrong with me?"
*Ker looked at him nervously at his use of the word "soup", but Akkansi meant nothing by it - it was the way Anzatis spoke of the Force and the mind's connection to it. Still, the hunger that Akkansi was keeping at bay was fighting him vigorously.*
==Ker==
"From all I can feel, it's genetic, a trait of your species."
*The Jedi scratched his chin.*
==Ker==
"But I sense a dark presence within you that could be making your struggle all the more difficult."
*With an awkward look, he asked Akkansi with discomfort*
==Ker==
"Have you ever killed a Sith? I mean when you've... uhh... fed."
*Akkansi shook his head. He had never even seen a Sith before, but he could imagine that their strong soup would be something worth any struggle he would have.*
"No, never. The most unusual soup I have ever tasted, besides that of my own family - which is why I'm here - is an Amphi-Hydrus."
*The Jedi took another step back and pulled out a datapad.*
==Ker==
"Just what I was worried about. Look here."
*Handing the datapad over to Akkansi, a particular line caught his attention:*
*Akkansi's eyes widened. He remembered becoming much more powerful when he tasted the creature's soup, and it started to make sense to him. His heart pounded, and his hunger fought him again, even stronger this time.*
"Is there anything you can do for me?"
==Ker==
"This really is a struggle for you, isn't it?"
*Akkansi gave him a barely amused look.*
"So you can sense my soup. What is wrong with me?"
*Ker looked at him nervously at his use of the word "soup", but Akkansi meant nothing by it - it was the way Anzatis spoke of the Force and the mind's connection to it. Still, the hunger that Akkansi was keeping at bay was fighting him vigorously.*
==Ker==
"From all I can feel, it's genetic, a trait of your species."
*The Jedi scratched his chin.*
==Ker==
"But I sense a dark presence within you that could be making your struggle all the more difficult."
*With an awkward look, he asked Akkansi with discomfort*
==Ker==
"Have you ever killed a Sith? I mean when you've... uhh... fed."
*Akkansi shook his head. He had never even seen a Sith before, but he could imagine that their strong soup would be something worth any struggle he would have.*
"No, never. The most unusual soup I have ever tasted, besides that of my own family - which is why I'm here - is an Amphi-Hydrus."
*The Jedi took another step back and pulled out a datapad.*
==Ker==
"Just what I was worried about. Look here."
*Handing the datapad over to Akkansi, a particular line caught his attention:*
*Akkansi's eyes widened. He remembered becoming much more powerful when he tasted the creature's soup, and it started to make sense to him. His heart pounded, and his hunger fought him again, even stronger this time.*
"Is there anything you can do for me?"
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Sun Feb 07, 2010 8:18 pm
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*The Jedi looked at Akkansi thoughtfully, pondering how he could possibly help him. After a moment of silence, he shrugged.*
==Ker==
"I can't think of anything offhand at the moment, but I'll check again. At the very least, I can accompany you to an academy where we might be able to get a team of healers to try to help you out. Maybe there is some way to strip this hunger from you."
*The Jedi again placed his hands on Akkansi's head, again in concentration. Meanwhile, Akkansi was writhing within. He couldn't go to a Jedi Academy, not like this. He would be surrounded by soup so strong, he couldn't hold back his hunger. Either he or others would die, it was inevitable.
Inevitable. It was inevitable. Someone must die.
It was a primal instinct of survival, and his hunger called out to him for survival. There was nothing to think about, only actions that must be taken.
The Jedi must have sensed this change in Akkansi's mind too, because he lifted his hands back and tried to call his lightsaber into his hand. However, Akkansi wasn't some average being either, he had spent time learning much about telekinetic abilities during his years in self-exile. Giving the lightsaber a nudge telekinetically, it shot past the Jedi's hand in the air. In response, the Jedi started to call it back to his hand again, with much more concentration, but by then it was too late. The round dics of Akkansi's Mini-Stunner was in his palm and the blue pulse of the stun blast had hit the Jedi square in the chest, knocking him unconscious.
The hunger was fully in control now, and it was craving strong soup. His proboscises emerged from his cheeks as he knelt down by the unconscious Jedi's head, and snaked their way up the man's nostrils, on their way to his brain. Closing his eyes, Akkansi took in the powerful soup with enjoyment, the feeling completely inexplicable.
Minutes later he was completely finished, the soup completely gone, and the hunger subsided - there was no more soup anywhere in the vicinity. Akkansi felt... more powerful.
The proboscises returned to his cheeks and he looked down at the body of the Jedi whose soup he had just tasted. Again he had taken another life because of his uncontrollable hunger. Enraged at himself, he took hold of a rock telekinetically and hurled it into the wall of a nearby abandoned bunker, sending it crashing straight through the wall and through a few more inner walls before it finally came to a rest on the other side of the bunker. His mind pulsated with power, a greater sense of power than he had had before, and his hunger tried to tell him that this was his destiny, to become more and more powerful by tasting the soup of the strong - by strengthening his connection to the Force, as the Jedi might say. And he wanted to give in and accept this destiny.
But as he looked at the body before him, he couldn't accept it. It was not him, he was not a killer. He couldn't live the rest of his life with this hunger - one of them had to die, either the hunger, or himself. They would never be able to safely coexist together.
Before he could do anything else, though, he had to do something about the Jedi and his ship.
After a few minutes, he had moved the Jedi's body into hold of his YT-2000, while his pilot droid took the controls of the Stealth-X, slaving it to the Jankka. Before long, they had left the moon and were headed away, calculating another jump in hyperspace away from here. He had done everything he could to cover up the scene, making sure that there were no biological, mechanical, or data evidence whatsoever to link him or the Jedi to the abandoned ruins of the old base on the moon, buit he wasn't just about to dispose of a body or ship in the same system.
Both the YT-2000 and the slaved Stealth-X disappeared into hyperspace.*
==Ker==
"I can't think of anything offhand at the moment, but I'll check again. At the very least, I can accompany you to an academy where we might be able to get a team of healers to try to help you out. Maybe there is some way to strip this hunger from you."
*The Jedi again placed his hands on Akkansi's head, again in concentration. Meanwhile, Akkansi was writhing within. He couldn't go to a Jedi Academy, not like this. He would be surrounded by soup so strong, he couldn't hold back his hunger. Either he or others would die, it was inevitable.
Inevitable. It was inevitable. Someone must die.
It was a primal instinct of survival, and his hunger called out to him for survival. There was nothing to think about, only actions that must be taken.
The Jedi must have sensed this change in Akkansi's mind too, because he lifted his hands back and tried to call his lightsaber into his hand. However, Akkansi wasn't some average being either, he had spent time learning much about telekinetic abilities during his years in self-exile. Giving the lightsaber a nudge telekinetically, it shot past the Jedi's hand in the air. In response, the Jedi started to call it back to his hand again, with much more concentration, but by then it was too late. The round dics of Akkansi's Mini-Stunner was in his palm and the blue pulse of the stun blast had hit the Jedi square in the chest, knocking him unconscious.
The hunger was fully in control now, and it was craving strong soup. His proboscises emerged from his cheeks as he knelt down by the unconscious Jedi's head, and snaked their way up the man's nostrils, on their way to his brain. Closing his eyes, Akkansi took in the powerful soup with enjoyment, the feeling completely inexplicable.
Minutes later he was completely finished, the soup completely gone, and the hunger subsided - there was no more soup anywhere in the vicinity. Akkansi felt... more powerful.
The proboscises returned to his cheeks and he looked down at the body of the Jedi whose soup he had just tasted. Again he had taken another life because of his uncontrollable hunger. Enraged at himself, he took hold of a rock telekinetically and hurled it into the wall of a nearby abandoned bunker, sending it crashing straight through the wall and through a few more inner walls before it finally came to a rest on the other side of the bunker. His mind pulsated with power, a greater sense of power than he had had before, and his hunger tried to tell him that this was his destiny, to become more and more powerful by tasting the soup of the strong - by strengthening his connection to the Force, as the Jedi might say. And he wanted to give in and accept this destiny.
But as he looked at the body before him, he couldn't accept it. It was not him, he was not a killer. He couldn't live the rest of his life with this hunger - one of them had to die, either the hunger, or himself. They would never be able to safely coexist together.
Before he could do anything else, though, he had to do something about the Jedi and his ship.
After a few minutes, he had moved the Jedi's body into hold of his YT-2000, while his pilot droid took the controls of the Stealth-X, slaving it to the Jankka. Before long, they had left the moon and were headed away, calculating another jump in hyperspace away from here. He had done everything he could to cover up the scene, making sure that there were no biological, mechanical, or data evidence whatsoever to link him or the Jedi to the abandoned ruins of the old base on the moon, buit he wasn't just about to dispose of a body or ship in the same system.
Both the YT-2000 and the slaved Stealth-X disappeared into hyperspace.*
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*Transmissions starts to play on all open channels to anyone within range of the broadcast. The hologram buzzes and sizzles before fading into focus, the result of substandard equipment and poor maintenance making the message. Sitting on the control panel is a Cerean child only a few months old wearing a cloth diaper. It's eyes wise and cold made it seem like this being has seen a lot more than it's physical form would suggest.*
:: This is a call to all Sith. I, Longinus Nesallis. Emperor of the once proud Ronove has returned to you anew.
I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble new born; but I have the heart of a Emperor, and of a Emperor of the Sith; and think foul scorn that Jedi, or any Order, should dare to invade the borders of my realms: to which, rather than any dishonour should grow by me, I myself will take up arms; I myself will be your general, judge, and rewarder of every one of your virtues in the field.
We are in the preliminary stage of one of the greatest Empires our long history. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and suffering…You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs. However long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival, there is no freedom.
Come you masters of war and deception. Let this be our finest hour. ::
*The Message then transmits coordinates to Cerea in the mid rim. then starts to repeat over.*
:: This is a call to all Sith. I, Longinus Nesallis. Emperor of the once proud Ronove has returned to you anew.
I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble new born; but I have the heart of a Emperor, and of a Emperor of the Sith; and think foul scorn that Jedi, or any Order, should dare to invade the borders of my realms: to which, rather than any dishonour should grow by me, I myself will take up arms; I myself will be your general, judge, and rewarder of every one of your virtues in the field.
We are in the preliminary stage of one of the greatest Empires our long history. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and suffering…You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs. However long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival, there is no freedom.
Come you masters of war and deception. Let this be our finest hour. ::
*The Message then transmits coordinates to Cerea in the mid rim. then starts to repeat over.*
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Wed May 05, 2010 10:07 pm
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*A single LSR LightStealth-18 Reconnaissance Ship bearing the call sign of Swifthawk-7 exited hyperspace and began to scan the system systematically while the pilot made sure to remain under the radar of any scans that would detect his ship.*
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*Scans turning up negative, the LSR sent a subspace encoded message out, and sped off into hyperspace to scan it's next location.*
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Fri Jul 30, 2010 12:55 am
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*Defenses will have to be brought in for the new city. Until then orders are sent.
One day, a large group of transports exits the realm of hyperspace.They carry survivors from Vulpter. While transports descend to the newly taken city, the troops resupply and ready themselves to move out again. After a few hours, they leave at once.*
One day, a large group of transports exits the realm of hyperspace.They carry survivors from Vulpter. While transports descend to the newly taken city, the troops resupply and ready themselves to move out again. After a few hours, they leave at once.*
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*The scene is a strange one. The survivors, numbering roughly 100,000, have left home to avoid destruction only to end up there. The soldiers keep them in a few housing neighborhoods not covered in flames. Hundreds of heavily armed men are still outside, but the feeling is that of we have made a mistake. Until one day, patrols bring in reports on the Holonetwork. The vong are enslaving those left behind.*
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Fri Aug 06, 2010 11:35 am
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*The soldiers have finished clearing the debris and bodies out of the streets. The fires have been raging out of control in some parts of the city, but in others the soldiers have gotten control. More effort is being put to that front.*
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Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:55 am
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*The soldiers have put the fires out in 95% of the city. The civilians help clean the rubble. They are not escaping however: why escape when you have protection, food, and 50,000 soldiers watching you.*
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Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:24 pm
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*So the building process begins. Fires are out, bodies are cleared, and the rubble is moved away. So what better way to acclimate the new civilians then by building up a new city. Everything will be done right.*
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Thu Aug 26, 2010 12:14 am
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*The outer city has a wall put around it so far. It's a basic 5 meter high and 3 meters wide. A far larger one will be built later.
In the city, neighborhoods are being cleared of all previous buildings. Digging cres being tearing up the old water pipes and power lines to make new ones.*
In the city, neighborhoods are being cleared of all previous buildings. Digging cres being tearing up the old water pipes and power lines to make new ones.*
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Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:06 am
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*As additiona water piping and electrical lines are torn out, more buildings go inside the city. The streets are being set up so they are crooked and end in dead ends or lead back around to the start. This is to help the city with defenses.
Housing is going in, with houses being 2-3 stories. The first story is an underground bunker, to act as the family's defensive position. The next two are the living areas for normal day to day use.*
Housing is going in, with houses being 2-3 stories. The first story is an underground bunker, to act as the family's defensive position. The next two are the living areas for normal day to day use.*
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Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:49 pm
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*Additional houses are being constructed and more and more families can move in. Every other street intersection is a tall tower with speakers on it, to act as an alarm to people if needed.
A rail station is being put in the city. It's in a spiderweb formation originating from the center of the city. Each of these stations can be locked down, and unknown the locals, blown up.*
A rail station is being put in the city. It's in a spiderweb formation originating from the center of the city. Each of these stations can be locked down, and unknown the locals, blown up.*
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Wed Sep 22, 2010 11:49 am
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*The spider webing rail system is completed, along with many many houses for tens of thousands of people. There is a large bus system being installed as well.*
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Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:50 am
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*The buses are put in and more of the city has been expanded upon. With another tract of housing going in on the west side of the city, fire stations and millitary buildings for patroling troops are installed. Power plants are installed as are water plants, with the exact same layout as before.*
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*The Corvette Rylothian Gold exited hyperspace and entered orbit. The owner, a Twi'lek, stood on the bridge, glaring.*
Take us down when we are over his location.
Take us down when we are over his location.
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