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Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:35 am by Bektashi Huxley

*The interior, although transporting troops, was posh. This was a decorated ship, host of dignitaries and leaders. The niceties and luxuries were not his concern. He needed to act quickly, and that's what he was doing.*

*The Force wrapped itself around the pilot like a giant, invisible hand, and slammed him unconscious against the wall of the cockpit after Bek'tashi entered the ship. Sitting at the gunnery station, he deftly gained control of the already online Aft retractable ArMek R-T0 twin blaster cannons, and aimed them at the T4a nearest to terra firma. He fired, not at her engines but at her landing gear. A crash landing, if they didn't decide to remain airborne, would shake up even the most stalwart troopers. He shot at their starboard wing, too, for if he could get her spinning, she was close enough she might just take out the 2nd shuttle. Two birds with one stone; would that be too much to ask?*

*He could not get rid of that sensation tingling in his frontal lobe that something was off, but he let his mind past it and into the stream of the present until it would return to pester him again so he could turn it away again. There would be time to reflect once the battle was won and he was safely hidden again. If one battle led to another... well, he could not afford to think that far ahead at the moment. He thought of putting out a distress call from the shuttle's beacon, but odds are it would be intercepted, so weak and remote it was - he knew the risks when he took this assignment, and besides, there was a second Jedi working with him just beyond the ship. They would find the Resistance and form an army before the NOE got over its universal confusion. They had the Force with them, while the NOE's Sith lords would be blinded by their own rage and too busy attempting to bend the Force to their will. This was a victory for the good guys before it had even started. This is the moment he had been waiting for. And still, the nagging kept coming back to him, now in his eyes, now in his heart, that everything was not just exactly perfect.*

Thu Jan 05, 2012 9:34 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*The first shuttle was struck with the blaster fire as the weapon punched a hole in the side of the ship and tore the wing up, the pilot screamed over his comm to the second shuttle as the second shuttle veered away and the rear ramp opened, he circled back around once more and used a building as cover, he slowed and the Troopers jumped to the ground.*

*The remaining two troopers re-boarded the shuttle after Bek'tashi fired.*

*Octennial began sprinting over the rubble and towards them, she couldn't risk losing her contact or fail her Master Lord Bacca.*

Thu Jan 05, 2012 11:01 pm by Bektashi Huxley

*Barely any time had passed, but every second was precious. After the success in firing at the first ship, Bek'tashi could not wait around for the second ship to circle back. He did not know the soldiers had made it to the ground, but he left the gunner's seat and took stock of the situation in his Jedi-quick mind. His number one concern was the Force, his ally, the most powerful of friends. Secondly, he must make sure to limit collateral damage as much as possible. He did not ask to be outed like this, but since his deeds were now seen by all, he would either be part of the leadership of the already-active Resistance or work as a rogue, always in hiding but KNOWN ABOUT and on the run. Quite possibly with his new Jedi ally he could expect a bit more of a life-span, but nothing future was certain and he was no Seer. He was on board a ship that was now a target, and that had to be remedied. Lightsaber out and ready, he dashed to the exit ramp beneath the cockpit.*

Fri Jan 06, 2012 8:03 am by Innon'Ruuk

*The two troopers at the bottom of the ramp, opened fire as they began to rush up the ramp at Bek'tashi, Octennial was closing in to help, but was not close enough yet, she had to reserve her power, but she ran as fast as she possibly could with out the force.*

Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:57 pm by Bektashi Huxley

*A flash from a blaster dashed passed his head, close enough he could feel the heat on his face and make out several layers of the spectrum within the heated plasma. The splatter of heated metal next to him burned his temple and right cheek but he did not scream out in the pain he felt. Letting his rising emotions pass through him, finding no harbor within, he found his focus. The second shot was fired in equal haste, but was wide of the mark. His lightsaber came up and deflected a second bolt from the first shooter off to side of the ramp, and feeling the energies within him cooperating with the energy from all of life, he send out a telekinetic burst of energy that grabbed the rifles and pulled them from the hardened soldiers' hands, who then charged him for close quarters combat. Holding the guns aloft in midair, he pushed them back at their owners with great velocity, then leaped a few feet down the ramp, saber arcing from his upper right to lower left a slash towards the second shooter.*

Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:17 am by Innon'Ruuk

*He mortally wounded the trooper, he yelped and fell off to the side, the other guy was trying to catch his weapon as Bek'tashi sailed over him.

Octennial was close enough to help, but no troopers were seen, until suddenly, the men from the shuttle that survived Bek'tashi's attack rounded to corner a block away and all opened fire on the pair of Bith, Octennial had here back to them as they fired, she was clipped in the left foot and stumbled to the ground, she said nothing as she began scrambling for cover, which there was none near by, she rolled over and tried to raise her weapon, but was clipped twice more, one in right arm and one more in the right shoulder, she fell onto her back, she struggled to keep her lightside aura up as the trooper continued forward.*

Fri Jan 13, 2012 5:18 pm by Bektashi Huxley

*The smell of burnt flesh made Bek'tashi wonder if he might not have been shot. He made a quick check of his person but found no wounds. His saber held in a backward grip and he stood hunched over, he saw Farquil tumble. With his right hand he felt for her pulse on her neck, reaching more for the Force than for her heartbeat. His hand made a protective gesture, palm flat about three inches above her. It was just an instinct, offering no real cover for the wounded Jedi Knight.

He eyed the incoming ambush carefully, the only thing between them and himself was distance and the slant of the boarding ramp. He couldn't be sure how many were coming, but he could make out at least six NOE storm troopers with blaster rifles. There would almost certainly be another group flanking their position. He deflected two bolts easily, looking around to think of what to do in this predicament. The troops stopped, took aim, and began a rapid-fire assault just after he decided it was all but hopeless to run. He decided to draw their fire away from the woman so she could have a chance. He pushed with all he had against the ground and leaped high into the air, higher than the ship's tallest spire. He came down fast, the Force his only carriage, faster than the soldiers could lead with their rifles, landing behind them. Speed was his only hope now. With a series of hums he did the best he could with his Makashi styles to jab at the limbs of as many soldiers as possible as quickly as possible, using his lightsaber and martial prowess as only a Jedi could.*

Thu Jan 19, 2012 3:56 pm by Innon'Ruuk

*She Looked to Bek'tashi as he began to run, She tried to sit up again, but to no avail, pain coursed through her body as one blaster bolt nailed her in the mid section, She screamed in pain and then passed out.*

*The troopers continued to fire on Bek'tashi as the flanking group appeared and opened fire as well.*

Thu May 17, 2012 6:57 pm by Darth Sobrius

*The Bith man entered his office, carrying a few papers and looking somewhat disgruntled at some recent turn of events. He reached his desk and sat down, setting the papers upon it and beginning to peruse them. But suddenly, he realized he was not alone... When he looked up, he nearly gasped to see a black-robed figure across from him, hands folded behind his back, wearing a cordial smile. This should have been no surprise; the Sith had a handle upon this world, after all. But the Bith was now fearful, wondering what he had done wrong that had drawn this Sith's presence.*
Relax, my friend. I've merely come to have a word with you.
*That wasn't all that reassuring, but the Bith managed to force himself to sit taller and listen, as the man took a step away, turning to the side.*
I'm not here to make demands, governor, nor to hold a ransom. My name is Sobrius, and I have laid claim to the leadership of the Sith Temple. This world is now under my control.
*The Bith began to tense up again; that last sentence sounded threatening to his position, almost. But "Sobrius" merely turned at the waist to look upon him with some strange sort of reassuring look.*
Oh, but do not worry. I'll be leaving the politics and the actual governing the people to you and your subordinates. I have no interest in those. I just want the best interests for this world, and the best interests for myself.
*The words coming from Sobrius' mouth were almost reassuring, and the Bith really did sincerely relax in minor disbelief. Then when the Sith announced he wanted the best interests for himself, the Bith became nervous again; he could tell he would not like where this was going. Sobrius had now turned to fully face him, planting his palms on the edge of the governor's desk, leaning towards him as he spoke.*
I am to be given full control of the forces of this world when I require them, military and naval. I also want ten percent of the government's fundings directed towards the Sith Temple and myself. And I want thirty percent of the tax money.
*That... could have been worse, honestly. Fear had been inspired within the people before, but now, this man wanted to leave them be so long as he had control of armies and a percentage of the tax income? Much of the money went to the Sith before, but this was actually a smaller amount. Somehow, the Bith was starting to feel... not happy, but somewhat more at ease. He immediately agreed to these terms; Sobrius smiled at him, stayed long enough to oversee the arrangement of these things, and soon left the moment he was given access to a new bank account for the Sith, as well as the codes to directly contact the forces of the world. For Sobrius and the Bith both, it was something of a victory. Things would now change on Clak'dor VII...*

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