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Post by Kayura on Aug 26, 2007 15:29:07 GMT -5
A few days after the mysterious figure in burgundy spoke with the Corellian President, there was a sound that echoed through the skies. It was something that for the bustling planet with a shipyard didn't seem all that out of place. It was the sound of the sky filled with the roar of engines. It was a sound that signalled the tense peace between Corellia and the Republic breaking.
Ships, mostly a hodge-podge of parts, whizzed over the surface of the planet opening fire and attacking random buildings. There were explosions rocking the streets as people scurried. At first glance it looked to be the work of pirates, until the local planet millitia stepped in bringing thier wepaons to bear.
Intercepts of the com traffic set them apart from pirates.
"Unknown vessel, you have ten seconds to land or you will be shot down, this is your only warning."
"We aren't going to stop until we are rid of the Republic and they are completely off the planet. Shoot at us all you want, they are not Corellians, and they don't belong."
"Have it your way." snorted the millitia pilot before the other craft went from ship to fireball.
The attacks became more and more centered on the buildings that housed the Republic trade centers. The damage done was immediately clear and everyone that saw it knew that things had gone from bad to worse.
Somewhere from one of those buildings, someone had put a frantic call out to the Republic Navy. Somethere, they knew it was a matter of hourse before a frigate appeared from thin space and launched fighters of thier own.
Somewhere in a bunker, the Corellian President sat reeling with every low rumble that signalled an explosion. Gritting his teeth, he silently swore under his breath and barked, "Get Coruscant on the horn and tell then to call of thier dogs! I mean it, NOW! Tell them to get these fighters out of our space and tell them that we have the situation under control." In the next breath he ordered, "Someone get me a tactical report, how are our boys doing up there?!"
There was an incomming transmission. Opening the com channel, the President glared daggers in the figure that appeared in mineature and in Republic uniform. "Mister President, we apologize for the--."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you're really sorry. Who called you? This was sovereign air apace and you just violated it. I hope Captain, that you can appreciate the political ramifications this little military blunder is going to have. In fact...I'm going to leave a message with you. Go tell your Chancellor that after this and careful consideration, we are NOT going to join the Republic."
"Mister President, please!"
He made a gesture like cutting his throat to signal the com officer to kill the link. The figure diappeared with it. Head pounding, vein throbbing in the forehead, the human man growled, "Hang it all, where is that Al-Shabbah lady? Let's go ahead and get the 'I told you so' over with."
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Post by tonfa2 on Aug 26, 2007 19:12:57 GMT -5
As Ti-dai Sun meditated, a vision came to him. The planet Corellia was in flames. The Grandmaster focused, his brow knitting and then relaxing as his vision was filled with spider cracks. A frown grew on his face as his consciousness passed each of the scavenged starships in turn. They were united to a point, but Ti-dai could not find it. The master of visions came to one conclusion, however. This was no normal rebellion, the point that had started this destruction was not on the planet Corellia; wherever it was, was dark. Ti-dai opened his eyes and began walking to the council chambers as he reached for the minds of the members of the Jedi Council currently in the temple. “Something is wrong on Corellia, I am calling a meeting of the Council immediately.”
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“The Republic has responded, and it only made the situation worse. The Corellians want the Republic off of their planet, and it is their right to choose,” argued the senior Guardian Council member. Ti-dai shook his head, replying “I have seen the destruction. It is true that I cannot find the source of the breaks in the planet’s balance after they have formed, but I have seen enough to know with all certainty that the roots of this destruction come from somewhere outside of Corellian space. This is no mere rebellion.”
The Jedi Guardian once again shook his head as he replied to the Grandmaster. “That doesn’t matter, there is nothing we can do; the Republic will refuse to send another warship after the rebuke they received due to a mere frigate.” Ti-dai smiled, “then no warship will be sent. I am sending one of our own shuttles on a diplomatic mission with an all-Jedi crew.”
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The Jedi talked among themselves as the shuttle passed through hyperspace. The new Grandmaster had personally ordered this mission. Corellia had been attacked, and all of the Republic holdings were in ruins. The Corellians claimed it was a rebellion, but apparently the Grandmaster saw something more. And he had been the Master of Visions, he wouldn’t be wrong, would he? The Jedis’ discussions were interrupted as the ship’s computer signaled a warning that it was coming out of hyperspace in five minutes. The six Jedi walked to the cockpit and fastened themselves into their seats as the ship entered the Corellian system.
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Post by Kayura on Aug 26, 2007 19:53:55 GMT -5
The ight was one that would shock most. Above the surface of the planet there was a firgate being held at bay by severa smaller craft, all with fighters scrambled. Like a pack of angry dogs, they had the Republic frigate surround in every direction but one, making the point that it was time the the frigate to leave. Still there were explosions that burst in the sky as the uglies were still being shot down.
There was an officail broadcast being sent from the planet itself. It was on the same signals as the Holonet as a streaming video was sent for all to see. As opposed to moments ago, the human man that was known as the president of Corellia appeared standing behind a podium where there was a flag for the planetary government. His face was one showing little strees, but great concern as he took the podium and adjusted the microphone. His eyes, powerful and gray locked onto the camera lense as he spoke slowly and clearly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the President of the Indipendent Planet of Corellia speaking. I come to you tonight to make a statement on the current situation. As I speak, there is a Republic frigate in the air that has come without any notice to me and has subsequently invaded our sovereign space. We are currently under attack by forces we already had under control with our own standing milita. It is on this alone that I must conclude that the Republic has been waiting for a reason all this time to have its military come. It seems that now these unwitting nationalists have given them that reason as they attempted to encite a rebellion."
"As of thirteen-hundred hours local time, there was an attack on the surface here at the planetary capitol. A number of unknown ships entered the atmosphere and began to initiate an attack. Soon after, the attacks turned on Republic installations put here under the conditions of a treaty. Many of my constituents have made it clear that they feel these treaties we have had wih the Republic are unequal ones. With these new developments I feel that my choice is clear."
Eyes unblinking and face stalward, his was a voice herd 'round the galaxy, "It is under the protest of my constitutents, and under these circumstances that I will bybass the slow, often useless process of diplomatic negotiations with the Republic and make Corellia's stance very clear. We do not, I repeat, do not, want to continue our political relations with the Republic. No longer will we offer any support or excesses of trade to the Republic. Thought I have made it clear that this may hurt us more than help, I am ultimately the voice of my people in this matter. So I will say it again, we the Independent Planet of Corellia refuse to join the Republic."
There was another quote said by every president before him, now considered the standard end of every presidental address, "May the Force be with Corellia."
Just like that the public adress was over, but the report of it through the holonet would be felt for days if not weeks. The president himself took a deep breath and then repeated, "Where is that Al-Shabba lady. No one has had any luck finding what com signal she used?"
"No mister President, it was an encrypted line, so we're still at work trying to decrypt it. The Korribani government isn't playing around about thier privacy."
He nodded. "I'm starting to see the wisdom in thier silence."
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Post by tonfa2 on Aug 28, 2007 19:16:32 GMT -5
As the Jedi shuttle exited hyperspace, Master Orel activated the comlink and sent out a system-wide broadcast. Hopefully the excited Corellians would talk before they shot. Not that the Jedi could do anything if the Corellians decided to attack them; the shuttle was unarmed.
“This is Jedi Master Orel requesting a meeting with the Corellian President. Repeat, this is Jedi Master Orel requesting a meeting with the Corellian President.”
That was done, now the Jedi would just have to wait and see how far the darkness sensed by Master Sun had gotten.
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Post by Kayura on Aug 28, 2007 22:26:16 GMT -5
"Mister President, there is an incomming transmission from a ship that just entered our space."
"Okay, and this is important how?" snorted the strained president. "Now would someone please tell me those bogeys are down!"
"Mister President, we just got word from Sky Eye, the last bogey is down."
"Good. Get the kill reports, I want to know if we took any prisoners. We're gonna need to get more than a sound bite people."
Ships still shot through the air but now the numbers were diminished. Even as the last one was shot down, the damage had already been done. The announcement had already been made and the political shockwave would follow with it.
"Mister President," interrupted the first, "That other craft is sending a boradcast and they are currently standing down for escort. Thay say they're the Jedi."
Gray eyes closed and head shaking, "This day just gets better and better. I still say I can see the wisdom in why the Korribani government stayed so quiet. We didn't get that luxury. Okay folks, patch 'em through. We can at least hear them out. I don't want to be seen as acting like a hothead."
"Okay Jedi shuttle, this is the main line, we're patching you through to the President now."
On his feet, the president sped for his desk, knowing that the call would be transferred to his desk. Seconds later, the channel was open. "This is President Daas, escort the shuttle to a usable landing site."
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Post by tonfa2 on Aug 31, 2007 6:21:37 GMT -5
Orel chuckled as Corellian fighters moved to surround his shuttle as an escort. He activated his secure holo-feed to the Jedi Temple and piloted the shuttle behind the starfighters until they finally reached a landing field that had not been reduced to rubble. Orel set the shuttle down and the five Jedi rose. They clipped their lightsabers to their belts as they walked down the ramp, waiting for their escort to lead them to a conference room.
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Post by Kayura on Sept 4, 2007 20:36:11 GMT -5
With the grace of raptors, the Corellian fighters landed in a perfect formation around the Jedi shuttle. Seeing to it that there wasn't a threat, the fighters waited as a group of security guards came out. No weapons were drawn, not yet. They were under Executive order not to open fire unless there was a clear and present danger. It didn't exist even as the shuttle's hatch opened and a number of figured cloaked in brown drfted out slowly.
The fighters took off as the guards closed the disatnce. The guards themselves sized up the Jedi that exited the shuttle and the captain of the squad called out, "Welcome to Corellia folks, I know this wasn't the best circumstances and because of it, there are a few security procedures in place. If you speak any languages other than Basic, now isn't the time to speak it. After a second warning you will be escorted out by the MP's. This is the first. The second thing you need to keep in mind is that the President has agreed to meet with you. Given the nature of the last standard galactic day, you can well imagine that the President is not wild with the idea of having people without clearance in the emergency bunker. He has agreed to meet with you in an alternative location. We are here to see to it you get there, not that you need guards, but you will need people with some clearance to get you through security. Are there any questions?"
They looked less like security guards for the camouflage gear and more like soldiers. At a time like this, such seemed necessary. They weren't even fazed by the fact they were escorting Jedi. Being the professionals they were, it was all a matter of following training. At the moment, thier guard was up, but they weren't tense.
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Post by tonfa2 on Sept 15, 2007 17:39:12 GMT -5
Orel spread his arms, a smile on his face. This wasn't going quite as well as the Jedi Master had hoped, but at least they hadn't been shot yet. Maybe the Corellians realized that the Jedi were not the Republic's flunkies anymore, not after the lessons they had learned in the last war.
"No, Captain. The Grandmaster simply wished for us to speak with your President; where he wants to meet really doesn't matter."
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Post by Kayura on Sept 16, 2007 23:15:01 GMT -5
Bruised, bleeding, sore and angry for the pain shotting through his battered frame, there was a lone Assassin that had survived the crash. It was difficult to maintain a low profile in the Force, but it was something to take his mind off the pain that told on fractured ribs.
Stalking through the streets, he happened on a signature. The feel of it was evidence enough to warn his that just on the other side of a building was a group of Jedi and a squad of what appeared to be basic humans...cannon fodder. That was enough to give the assassin romm for pause and to do a weapons check as quietly as possible.
The gear had been slightly damaged, but there was enough still working: the classic stand-by wepons of both blaster and lightsaber. The blaster would have its uses against the more mundane, secondary targets. The lightsaber and his own raw skill would have to do for the primary targets. Another look, sensing through the tides of the Force, told him that the only real advantage he had was the element of surprise.
He was outnumbered, out gunned as far as all tactical estimates told him, and he was simply going to have to settle the matter going down like a man...going down like a Sith. He'd simply have to pick off the one farthest behind. It looked to be that the one cloest to him was simply a Jedi Knight. A dark, feral smile played on his face behind the torn layer of cloth that masked his identity. Whispering almost breathlessly, he quipped, "Say goodnight, Jedi."
With all the skill of a sniper, he levelled the blaster, sighted down the barrel and waited to have the perfect shot to the back of the head. He'd have only the one before he was discovered. Too bad his better rifle, a Nightstinger, had been damaged in the crash. Making do with what he had, the victim stepped just within the line of fire.
Holding between breaths, the finger squeezed on the trigger. There was a blast that echoed over the streets that seemed to have blasted his eardrums. Falling to the dirt behind a pile of debris, he could tell through the Force one of the primary targets had fallen dead. The real firefight was about to begin.
With a combination of blaster fire and the use of his lightsaber as a shield against blaster bolts, he began his attack. A lean, wiry figure seemingly clad in leather rushed out roaring at the top of his lungs. Blaster bolts were deflected with deadly precision as he returned shots with equal precision, all with lethal results. In a matter of seconds, the normal guards were dead or dying.
It was now just him, the Jedi Master and perhaps another Knight. That feral smile played on his face behind the toen, tight-fitting mask as it looked more like he'd go down in a proper fight.
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Post by tonfa2 on Sept 21, 2007 6:45:57 GMT -5
As the last of the other Jedi fell, Orel had already begun giving his holocom commands. "Last transmission: Sith confirmed, video attached, burst to Grandmaster. Goodbye." As his communications unit beeped to signify that the temple had received the holovid; he would die here, but he had ensured the Jedi would know what had happened. With that in mind, Orel bore a smile on his face as he raised his lightsaber and charged the Sith Assassin.
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Post by Kayura on Sept 25, 2007 0:11:43 GMT -5
Pain, hatred and anger all translated sloothly into power, precision, and speed. All these things were needed to square off with the man that could and would likely kill him. The blaster was in all likeliness useless, and proven so in the first volley of deflected blaster bolts. Just like that, a useless weapon was tossed aside only to give way to a greater fight.
If he was to be seen, he would be seen going down in a blaze of glory as he took his enemy with him. The fight was frighteningly well matched. Skill for skill, blow for blow, in combat they were evenly matched.
What the video captured was a brief, but intense fight. One that to the naked eye would have looked like a whir of brown and black. To the untrained eye it might have even looked like a strange dark haze with the odd flash of blue or red. Only when it was played back at very low speed could the true horror of the fight be revealed.
Battered, injured from the flight and now the fight, only one walked, or rather limped away before staggering then collapsing. There was a terrible sight as a man apparently half-covered in shredded leather-like clothes pulled himself away with almost animalisitc drive. There were growls, grunts and hisses of pain, obscenities pouring in several languages and even one too obscure to the universal translators as he hissed, "Whallah nas Jedi!" Sensing that he was being watched, he dared not turn, not while enough of his face could be seen. There was only one thing left to do...Make the final report.
In spite of the gurnts, growls and hisses of blinding pain, he drew on the Force one last time. The sucess or failure of the empire could have fallen upon his last report. The video only saw the deep gashes across the back, the burns where artifical hide and skin had been fused by the sheer heat of the plasma blades. An arm was lifted to a face kept expertly from the lense. In a voice that was both cold and deceptively calm, the sterile report was simple, "Inform Command, opposition sighted in area. Casualties as expected, over and out."
The arm was the first to sink. Then the knees gave out. Kneeling, the man must have seen his life flash before his eyes just before he slupmed over and fell to a side. The fight was over. The chains of his mortal life broken, the Force had set him free.
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Post by tonfa2 on Oct 10, 2007 6:38:38 GMT -5
(Since I haven't managed to get on as the same time as you to make sure, I'm just going to guess that they killed each other in your post, if I guessed wrong tell me and I'll change it of course.)
As the Jedi collapsed, a smile came to his face with one last thought before he died. If the Republic had a body, even they would be motivated to do what must be done. The smile stayed on his face as the Jedi Master's heart stopped, triggering the camera to send one final burst of information that automatically transferred the data it had gathered to the Grandmaster's holocom.
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