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*Raschel lets slip a smile* Well, at least you're okay. *gets up* You need to stop straining yourself like that. Unhealthy and all that, ya know.

 

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*Misae starts to go after Alys, but stops herself*

 

It's a good thing if she leaves...good, you hear? She anticipated and squelched the accusing voices in her mind, reminding her of Jedi responsibility, and all the things her master had taught her, tried to instill in her soul...

 

Well look where his Jedi responsibility got him. Dead, destroyed himself to stop the damned Aesir...

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Wierd. I had this dream I was slashing at the Imperial symbol, and it was bleeding. This is all very strange. If only Deac was here, he'd know what to do. Even father might know.

 

I just don't. Why do I have to be the chessboard in some omnipitent chess game?

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Hal: Because you have a destiny.

 

*Hal enters the Medical centre, now wearing his battered flight suit again.*

 

Hal: Since you can't come to the de-briefing the Admiral will come to you.

 

*A flippered hand grasped the door frame and was followed by a clinical white uniform and a fish like head.*

 

Ackbar: We do not have time for pleasantries, the situation is dire. Already the Empire has direct control over 75% of the remaining galaxy.

 

*The group then relate their misadventures as the Admiral listens, when they finished he stands.*

 

Ackbar: We cannot alow the Empire to maintain a hold on the Capital. We do not have the resources for a full frontal assult, nor can we aford the casualties such an action would incur. We when we make our move we will need to preapare the ground first. It is currently impossible to get into Correscant, so your imformation and the recordings from your ships will be invaluable.

 

Hal: Sir, I suggest we move as quickly as possible, before the Empire manages to strengthen their defences further. We won't be able to pull my trick twice.

 

Ackbar: All in good time Colonel.

 

*The Admiral leaves.*

 

((OSS:

 

1. Admiral, could you add sarcasm tags next time, it just seemed like Heimdall was being dense.

 

2.What d'you think of my Ackbar impressions, I think I have his dialect down pretty well :) ))

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((OSS, Next time Heimdall is sarcastic I will tag it. Although it did work out to be funny. Remember the holocaust is barely over, so the imps, and the remaining republic don't exactly which worlds are left. Heimdall being an Aesir does.))

 

Heimdall: It seems like you still fail to realize what has happened. Most of the galaxy is destroyed. Basically all the food producing worlds no longer exist. Worlds that produced military goods are also destroyed, amoung with many others. Where before there were tons of worlds there are now only a handful left.

 

You must realize that everything is in a very limited supply, getting new recruites will hard if not possible. When you lose an X-wing then more then likely you won't have a replacement fighter if the pilot survived. The destruction of a warship would be even worse. If you do decide to wage war it will not be one for territory, but instead for equipment, food. The side with the most supplies wins because they can wait the other side out.

 

Getting to Coruscant, are you crazy, you want the world back, think about it. In a couple of months food shortages will really take hold on that planet. It imports most of it's food, and those worlds no longer exist. If your military takes control then it has to provide for all of those people, meaning less food and supplies to fight the military. Finally worring about the Imps reinforcing the planet is pointless, if they do that then they will have to move the few ships they have left away from other worlds leaving them vunerable. Neither side has a huge fleet, there are only a couple hunderd left on each side, which given the size of the galaxy now might be sufficent.

 

One final note before I go to my ship. I will not hand over any sensor data to your intelligence officers, or any other data for instance my cloaking device.

 

*Heimdalls leaves the bay.*

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*Irvine wakes up barely, being dragged by Alys, being moved to somewhere...

still in intence pain, wounds on body must have reopened, becuase he can barely see drops of blood being dopped here and there behinds him, but IRvine does notice his amr was relocated...*

 

Irvine in soft voice: "Who ever you are, thanks, that arm buged me the most... heh...*

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((Alys is about 24, and one year older than Irvine. SHe's the eldest of Cracken's two kids. :))

 

*Finally the goddamned gym. The took of her jump suit, revealing a tank top and a piar of shorts. She stared twith a series of streches, and then started sparring against air. Despitre her new position, she had to be ready for combat. any combat. *

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Destiny? Why me though? Why me? I don't understand it....

Why do I have to

 

*Voices come into Orthos' mind*

 

Because it is the way

 

To find the truth

 

Ragnarok has been, is happening and will come again. All time flows into itself.

 

It is the order of things that two become one

 

Our separation drove us to this place, and our joining shall return us

 

Fight the good fight, Orthos

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*As Medical Droids administer Bacta into his system, Irvine could help but enjoy the relieving sensation of his wounds healing. but still worn out becuase of struggling much to keep his weaknesses hidden...*

 

Irvine: "Now all I have to figure out what to do next i try to learn how to fly, is flap my wings... heh"

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this thread is getting quite long, i think we need an Ep II ^_^

 

*Irvine finishes getting his Treatments, and is beign checked out of the medical center...*

 

Irvine: "Its about time. i'd though i'd never leave that state of pain. hmm, im kinda feel stronger..."

 

*Irvine punches a wall leaving a good sized dent, and to IRvine's surprise it never hurt...*

 

Irvine: "heh..."

 

*Irvine, gathers his belongings and walks away from the medical center*

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((I think I agree))

 

*Aidan peeked around the corner of a building, then turned back to Marin* I think we got away from them. *takes a device out of his pack and hands it to her* You've got a place in mind, right?

 

*Marin fiddles with the device* Uhhh...sorta...but it isn't activating.

 

*voice from behind* "Going somewhere?"

 

*Marin and Aidan whirled. Behind them stood five gray-suited men in trenchcoats, smirking and pointed hefty stun weapons at them.*

 

"We're ere to take you back where you belong...slaves."

 

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Before Orthos could respond to Raschel's question, the door opened seemingly of its own accord. Raschel recognized the telltate ripple of a mimetic suit. She grabbed for her blaster, but was hit hard on the head before she could reach it. Raschel fell to the ground.

 

The mimetic suit rippled again and deactivated. A goateed man stood above Orthos' bed.

 

"I just wanted you to look death in the eyes before it took you, son of Darkstar."

 

The man raised a disruptor and squeezed the trigger.

 

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((Deac, do you want to open a part two, since superthrawn is nowhere to be found, as this *is* a spinoff of Cantina? ^_^))

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*Nick stares around cluelessly*

 

Nick: "What the f**k Irvine? I have just arrived in this world...You do not know my powers"

 

*Takes a couple speed pills for more agility*

 

 

Nick: "You wanna fight? Lets fight...no weapons...just flesh against human flesh"

 

*Turns baseball cap backwards, in preparation to fight*

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((((Just thought I'd join in Rw :) I like RPG's and i really dont feel like reading tons of pages....so I read one and start off from there)))

 

PS: I'm not a Jedi, read my post in the bio thingy

 

Anyways

 

Nick: "I want to be trained with the force! If possible...but c'mon...lets FIGHT!!!"

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Irvine: "It isn't possible for e me to train nor will anyone, because they are NO JEDI left, i just gained control of my first ability, and my senses are now more keen. I feel nearly invincable, but i know im not, and nor can i teach anyone what i hav elearned, becuase im just barely beginning to understand it myself. And as for fighting, i very well know that im more then a match agenst you, and i'd probilby might kill you accidently. So if i were you i'd go away, come back some time in the future about it, i might know some more things, but i cant garentee anything.*

 

*Irvine walks away, nearly almost nearly grabing the poor clueless person right into the walls of the corradors and making even more dents on the walls, but bigger.*

 

Irvine thoughs: 'Man whats with this guy, i nearly choked the crap out of him. but I FEEL GREAT! Wow, i never knew what i was missing... but these abilities are startign to wear me down a little, i better lay off for a little, ill try to practice a little more later...'

 

Irvine saying one more thing before he leaves Nick's sight: "Oh yeah, by-the-way, if you follow me ill kill ya..."

 

More of Irvine's thoughts: 'Hopefully that should scare him enough to keep him away for the time being...'

 

How bout this, you read the thread and figure out whats the story is all about and i might not have my Character to go on a rampage and 'remove' your chatacter

 

okay redwing, i know how it feels now ;)

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*Alys let loose a fluury of kicks and punches against the punching bag, the bag fell to the ground with a hardened THUD. damned, it's the 6th one in an hour. sweat was dripping down her face, and she decided to call it a day. R2 came up from behind, carrying a her carry bag. Odd, the droid was supposed to be near the ship. She shruged. inventive little thing.

 

She headed for the locker room, stripped and took a long shower, cleaning herself from the stench of the work out and the time in the fighter ****pit. After, she put one a pair of pants, with Corellian Bloodstrippes, and a snug long sleeve shirt. She braided her hair, and walked back to the docking bay*

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