Week 2 Scores
[Co-op] Isolation
1st – Kalia & Archangel
Flash Game Quicky #2
Week 1 Scores
Game Time Quicky #1
1st – Akatsuki
2nd – Kairus
3rd – Amagon
Retaliation (Fiction)
1st – Macron
2nd – Archangel
3rd – Darth Vexatas
The Power of Revenge (Poetry)
1st – Darth Vexatas
2nd – Archangel
3rd – Macron
The Events of a War (Graphics)
1st – Darth Vexatas
2nd – Archangel
3rd – Akatsuki
Current Overall Score
1st – Darth Vexatas
2nd – Archangel
3rd – Macron and Akatsuki (tied)
Week 2 Fiction
NSD Excidium II
Bridge
Deep Space
“I’ve gone over the telemetry report and data three times, sir. There is no error in Knight-5’s report.” Said a nervous looking deck officer.
“So, Lieutenant…Is it what I think it is?” Thran replied.
“I’m afraid so, Admiral. They will arrive at the Cocytus System within the hour. The Fleet also reports that they are under attack by Clan Naga Sadow.” He affirmed.
Thran paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. He knew what prowled the endless darkness of space. Fear gripped his gut. He did not stifle the terror; the Force would give him clarity when he most needed it. Instinct had always served him better than honest planning, but he feared that not even the best laid plan could save the Empire. As the fear wrenched into his very being, he could feel himself at a crossroads. On one hand he could leave the Empire behind, damning them to extermination. On the other, he could return to defend the Empire he had help build knowing well the odds that he would not succeed. He could be a coward and alive or a symbol of power and perish, there was no middle ground.
In his moment of decision, an ancient voice called out to him. The voice, cold and ghastly spoke without words, it whispered to his soul. It passed him suggestions and clues; it told him where to act. He saw clear through the vacuum of space to a familiar place. The system was beautiful, with so much to offer. There it was engulfed in war. The jungles burned, the deserts glassed, the ice melted, and the Capital fell. Time stood for nothing, it spun freely backwards. It showed a time, where the jungle was a deep green. The moons above the forest were a brilliant blue. Nestled in the jungle was a device. A calm hand lifted a black and gold baton and the second moon began to burn. He had called out to the Force and it answered. It had been ages since he had last heard this voice so strongly. Perhaps, being infected and deprived of his senses had taught him to better appreciate its power. In a moment, the seed of a plan began to sprout. His concentration broke as the Ship’s Captain approached.
“Admiral…We need orders, Sir.” The rigid Captain asked, as if he demanded a course and heading.
“Set course for the Cocytus System. Put us in behind Ptolomea. Alert code Alpha, fleet wide. Get a coded message to the Emperor, inform him of our status. Send a priority message to the Sadow command; I must speak with them immediately.” Thran commanded.
Xan had scarce said a word in hours. He made a mental note to pin his jaws shut, as if it would hide his shock. He broke his silence. “What is your plan?” he asked, sheepishly.
“My plan? Dear boy…It’s impolite of you to ask such a question. But if you must know…The secret lies on Ptolomea.” He said.
RSD Final Way
Judecca
Cocytus System
The sky had erupted in volleys of turbolaser fire. There was something eerily beautiful about the chaos of a space battle. The vibrant lights illuminated bits of the hull as the streaked passed. The deflector shields shimmered in waves as they absorbed a slew of energized quills. They had caught the Forces of Scholae Palatinae unprepared and their guns were taking advantage of that fact.
Locke stood proud on the cold slab floor of the Naga Sadow Flagship. He would be the Consul that finally brought around the demise of Scholae Palatinae. His name would be hallowed in many halls across Brotherhood Space. Few among the Clans and Houses were as despised as Scholae Palatinae and he would be the one that watched them draw their last breath. All of Brotherhood desired to see Scholae Palatinae fall, but it would be Clan Naga Sadow that earned the privilege of ending the House of Palpatine. They had earned that right when Scholae Palatinae brought war to their doorstep.
His proud gleaming was interrupted when an aid approached him. He held in his hand a Holoprojector. Locke’s eyes glanced towards the figure upon it in flickering light.
“Consul Locke. I am speaking on behalf of the Empire. I trust I need no introduction.” The figure said.
“Of course not…What do you need Mr. Occasus? It is too late for your precious Empire.” Locke replied, excited to have broken the news.
“Yes, I fear that may be the case. I fully expected that my compatriots would be unable to defend against your fleet. I could just as easily bring my task force back to split every last one of your ships in two. I am not begging for you to spare the Empire, Sonjie. Instead, I will offer you a deal…Your life in exchange for your cooperation.” Thran said.
“Even as your Empire lay smoldering and dying, you would stand by and threaten me?” Locke replied in disgust.
“No offense meant, Locke. I just thought you would be as eager to save Naga Sadow as I am to save my Empire. Your life and the life of Clan Naga Sadow depend on it.” Occasus replied.
“We are not the ones in danger, Occasus…So perhaps, it is I that should be the one offering up deals.” The Consul replied.
“I figured you wouldn’t give in that easily. I admire that about you. I wouldn’t either. I guess it’s a Bakuran thing. However, if I have timed this communication appropriately, in 10 minutes time you will realize that I am not lying to you…I’ll let you make your decision then. But, it would behoove you to take my word for it.” Replied Thran.
“You seem every bit your confident self, Thran. Yet, your face says that you are troubled. Very well, go on.” Locke replied, noticing the distress the Warlord’s eyes.
“When we ran the enemy fleet out of our system, we noticed patterns of movement that made us believe they were rejoining another fleet for another assault of the Cocytus system. Those reports proved to be true. However, Zoraan’s forces were better equipped than we first believed. They are inbound for the Cocytus System. The Enemy Fleet has been supplemented with at least 10 additional Star Destroyers and their various support craft. And…” Thran said, holding back his final detail for measured suspense.
“And, what?” Locke replied.
“Well, the first bit should be enough to encourage your compliance. So, I will save the rest for insurance purposes.” Thran said with a mischievous grin.
“How am I to know this isn’t some kind of trick?” Locke replied.
“You will know in…6 minutes. I’ll be expecting your answer then. I would coordinate with the Imperial Fleet, if I were you…If you will excuse me; I have some matters to attend to.” Thran said smiling even as his frosty blue image faded away.
Locke motioned to one of the corporate drones near him. He issued a set of very succinct orders, which were quickly met by the swarm of naval personnel. He stared out the large viewing window once again, as the sparks of laser fire began to die. Both sides had simply stopped firing. Scholae Palatinae was on its heels he need only plunge the dagger into their heart. He could end them now, but the Warlord had sold him on the impending doom. He stood, waiting in silence. Counting the seconds until Occasus’ prophecy proved true or false, the Consul waited to make his next call.
ISD-II Warspite
Judecca
Cocytus System
“I’ve sent the message to the Sadows and they’d be smart to listen. They’ll have no choice.” Spouted the flickering blue projection of Thran Occasus.
“Well, if it’s like you said, we’ll have to work together with them.” Xen’mordin replied.
“Just drive that beast towards Ptolomea.” Thran replied.
“What is at Ptolomea, Thran?” Xen demanded.
“When we surveyed Alberigo for the first time we found something buried there. Some kind of old machinery, I guess. Well, we put the puzzle together, it proved to be something more powerful than I could imagine. It was a weapon, Xen. I had it buried until we could have it perfected and understood. I never thought anything of it. But the weapon has potential.” The Warlord said, releasing more secrets of his own Imperial administration than he ever had in one sitting.
“What kind of weapon are we talking about here, Thran?”Xen inquired.
“If I knew what it did and how it worked I wouldn’t be speaking to you now. But, I can tell you it is powerful. Haven’t you ever wondered why Zanche is always burning, Xen? It’s that kind of power.” Occasus said with deep conviction.
“What will become of the weapon after?” Xen asked.
“I am more concerned with the now, my dear friend. If you value your head, you’d be focused there too. Get your fleet together and draw them to Ptolomea.” the Consul Emeritus said as his visage faded away.
As the last words of caution came to an end, Xen looked up and over the fleet. In the distance the glint of a horde of inbound vessels appeared. A peppering of ships appeared over Judecca, further filling the space. Thran’s words were manifesting before his eyes. There among the blackness of space and wave of enemy ships appeared a leviathan.
The vessel dwarfed anything on the field. She measured the length of seven destroyers. The blackened steel hull was so massive she blocked out swaths of the stars. Alarms sounded about the Quaestor, but they all seemed mellow under the sting of shock. The monster loomed in front of them and his hope was all but lost. The eight kilometer vessel seemed to lumber as it came about to face the mass of Sadow and Scholae vessels.
“Get me a secure line to the Sadow flagship.” Xen said with a calming power.
Imperial Palace,Ohmen
Judecca
Cocytus System
“The resistance here is strong, sir. I don’t know if we’ll be able to break through by morning. We need reinforcements. I Repeat. We need reinforcements. Over!” screamed the Sergeant.
“Negative. Cannot comply. The fleet has been engaged any further drops would be too risky. The company cannot afford that risk. You’re on your own, son.” Squawked back a typical white collar Commander.
The blaster fire filled the air of the Palace Courtyard. It wasn’t until they had reached the palace that the Dlarit squad had squared off against uniformed enemies. The Scholae guards were as tenacious as the rebels in the streets, but with significantly improved training and weaponry. It made them deadly. The Sergeant had lost nearly half his squad already and the odds weren’t improving. Their ammo was running low and morale was falling fast. He prepared for the squad to move. If they stayed there they would die.
With a flurry of hand signals, the group moved between the pillars and benches. After a few shuffles and moves between blocks, calm befell the air. The sky grew dark. Something was not right. The Scholae Palatinae Imperial Guard clamored back to their positions. A shadow grew over the city, darkening the halls of the Palace. The Sergeant glanced through a damaged window. A swarm of dropships fell from the sky, thick enough to shade the entire city of Ohmen.
They stared intently as the vessels hovered and crashed to the ground, each one opening up a new billow of smoke where it landed. The men of the Dlarit Special Operations Group backed up to join their Scholae counterparts. Every man among them knew that they were now fighting together to avoid mutual destruction.
They would be forced to put aside hatred for past injustices and the current war. Vengeance could wait for another day.
RSD Final Way
Judecca
Cocytus System
“Yes. Our ground forces are already reporting cooperation among the ranks. It seems the boys on the ground knew what was best for them before we did.” Atra remarked, his holoprojection a shimmering blue.
“Yes, and we can’t abandon them here…but Scholae Palatinae seems encouraged to run for the outer planet of the system. They are hiding something there, I am sure of it. Thran is there and he is planning something. Assemble a team to go out there and meet Thran’s fleet. They must leave immediately. We’ll be underway shortly.” Lock replied, issuing orders to his Proconsul.
“I will see to it personally.” Atra said with a slight nod.
“You have to uncover what he’s up to. He’s hiding something. Prepare for our arrival there. We’ll hold out here for as long as we can.” Locke said, scratching his head.
“Understood…” Atra replied. The hologram winked out of existence
On the surface, the Proconsul rushed off to gather a team of Sadow’s elite. They had minutes to leave before the intense fighting began. The combined fleets wouldn’t last very long fighting the new menace before them. He couldn’t help but shake the feeling that they were headed towards another sudden but inevitable betrayal at the hands of Scholae Palatinae. He was concerned with meeting Thran face to face, but he was prepared to do his duty.
Week 1 Fiction
Skipray Blastboat Knight-5
On Patrol
Deep Space
A crew of five made long haul patrol routes more enjoyable than alone in a fighter. The space was cramped, but the luxury of having a head aboard had a way of relaxing the nerves. It had been several weeks since the successful defense of the Cocytus system. There was no doubt that the Navy was at home and licking their wounds, but the thrashing they had laid upon the invading forces kept morale high. The crew had volunteered for a second patrol run in the hopes that they could get a second taste of blood. The Skipray pilots rarely saw the action that the Empire’s Defenders did, they relished this opportunity.
“Been quiet, eh Cap?” Remarked Lieutenant Kor Verza, as he took another bite of the dehydrated nutrition bar.
“Get your feet off the instrument panel. Act like a damn professional for once.” The Captain spat back.
“We ain’t seen nothing in near a week, Cap. They’re gone and ain’t coming back.”
“They’re out there. You don’t send a battlegroup that large into a system without meaning no harm. Check the scans again, Jan.” The captain said, looking back over his shoulder to the sensor operator.
Flight Officer Jan Gunstar flipped several toggles, beginning another set of routine sensor sweeps. It took the computer a matter of seconds to identify a new batch of useful data. He quickly analyzed the figures that the sensors fed him. They felt like they were chasing ghosts, all they ever found was faint hyperdrive trails. This was something different.
“Cap, HSI has got something. Hot trails. Processing them now.” He said, flipping another set of switches. “Here we go. Got something!” he exclaimed.
The alerts filled the Captain’s display a second later. Shock rolled over his face as he read the message. He knew the enemy would return, but not with force like this. He fumbled over the controls for a moment, trying to setting the small ship to full alert. The cabin lights went from the cold fluorescent white to an eeire glowing red. The Hyperwave Signal Interceptor’s data was verified by Residual Ion Detector. The fleet that previously occupied this space had left an imprint of massive proportions.
“Jan, Send this data to the FleetCom immediately. Can you pinpoint their trajectory?” he said, gripping the controls tight.
“Just a second, Cap. Transmitting to Fleet. Calculating potential escape vectors…Sir…They’re headed to Cocytus.” The novice officer said.
Bridge
NSD Excidium II
Deep Space
He stifled a cough as his eyes scanned the hull of the pocket Star Destroyer. The vessel was pocked with laser burns from stem to stern. When the enemy came to the Cocytus system, they did not expect such fierce resistance. They had sent a sizable fleet, but with keen tactics and a fair amount of luck the Empire had cut them to ribbons. When the enemy turned coat and fled, every ounce of his being told him to follow and exterminate the enemy. His compatriots didn’t agree; they wanted to play it safe.
That didn’t stop the Sith from doing what he pleased. He had brokered a deal with the Quaestor. He encouraged Xen to divide the fleet and give him control of the pursuit group. He did, but there was a catch. His Aedile and a group loyal to the Emperor came along. They kept a watchful eye on the Warlord. They were wise not to trust him. The Excidium had been joined by the Daring, Dauntless, Dominion, Repulse, Relentless and the Escort Carrier Monarch. They had assembled enough power to mop the fleeing enemy fleet.
Xan, Aedile of House Scholae Palatinae, relayed orders from the Emperor but more importantly his presence prevented the Warlord from turning the fleet on the Empire. He stepped up to Thran’s side, along with his entourage.
“Anything new, Thran?” Xan inquired.
“I’ve sent out two additional flights. We’re hot on their tails. It’s just a matter of locating their resupply point. The enemy will regroup and prepare another attack, I’m sure of it…” The Bakuran replied.
“Good. The cure has made its way through our ranks. Xen says that they’re working on ending the last of the unrest back home. Is there anything else I should know?” the Aedile asked
“Yes…Ensign, can you bring me that analysis…” Thran said, turning to one of the Junior Officers that loitered on the flight deck.
The grey uniformed officer brought a datapad to Thran. His heals clicked together and he raised a salute. The ritual of salute was not something that he was used to, but the dumb smile and wide eyes across the Ensign’s face was nothing new. He’d seen the same amorous looks across the Galaxy and they were always paired with sweaty palms. Occasus took the datapad and showed it to the Aedile.
“Knight-5 came across something big while out on patrol. It looks like the enemy has called in reinforcements and something is not right about it. There shouldn’t be power signatures that large. Something is not right.” He said.
“What do you make of it?” Xan asked.
“It’s headed for the Cocytus System… I don’t know what it is, but there is no way we can repel a force of that size. We don’t have many friends left…But we sure could use one right about now.” Thran said, obviously nervous.
“You’ve got that right. The Brotherhood Fleet should be headed for the Cocytus system.” Xan remarked, hoping that would change Thran’s mood. It didn’t.
“I’m not so sure of that. We’ll have to seek other options. Tell Xen to start shopping around for an ally. We should head back to ” Occasus replied.
Temple of Sorrow
Sepros
Orian System
The enemy fleet that had beleaguered the Orian system had incurred enough damage to be driven off, but not without cost. The Heirs to the Empire had taken a battering at the hands of Zoraan’s forces. Like the rest of the Brotherhood, they had been marked for extermination. The fires had barely been extinguished from the treacherous attack of House Plagueis and House Scholae Palatinae when the Plague took hold. Perhaps they would have been better prepared for the plague if it had not been for Palpatine’s followers. But, The Orian system had the luxury of proximity to Antei. When the Brotherhood sent out its fleet to meet the enemy, the Orian system was the first stop. The system was cleared and the Clan was left to heal its wounds. Yet, even as the 8th Fleet stood in orbit above Sepros, they sought revenge.
The tension in the room hung in the air like a thick fog. Bolts of furious words echoed of the cold stone walls. The Sons of Sadow had been locked in heated discussion for some time. Among the faces that called for blood was the primary vector for the cure to the Horizon plague. Only weeks before, he had met with the heads of Scholae Palatinae infecting them with his manufactured cure, but as he stared the in the faces his heart was filled with hate. Macron’s voice carried through the chamber. None among them opposed.
“And we will bathe in their blood…their sweet tasty blood.” He said with a maniacal laugh.
“We should strike now, while they are weak. There is no doubt they took a hit from Zoraan’s forces also. If we hit them now, they will fall.” Added Manji.
He was met with agreement and uproarious applause. All agreed; the House of Palpatine would pay for their treachery. Near the back of the room, the Consul and Proconsul sat quietly. They knew that the Clan was not prepared for another war, but they also knew that the misdeeds of House Scholae Palatinae could not go unpunished.
“Atra, ready the fleet. This discussion was over before it even began.” Locke whispered.
“Excellent.” The Proconsul replied; he was just as eager to bring Scholae Palatinae to justice as the rest of the room.
Locke stood up and addressed the room. Atra slipped out of the room to assemble the Dlarit navy. He glanced over the heart of Naga Sadow, the old guard, with pride. They had met the challenge the enemy put upon them with ferocity and their fury had not died with the last of the enemy. He cleared his throat and spoke.
“Friends, There is no doubt that Scholae Palatinae must pay. But, we cannot do anything about it until the Brotherhood fleet has left. The Grandmaster will not allow open war at a time like this. We must act with caution. We cannot afford missteps and poor planning. We’ve faced enough already.” He said, praying that he could calm them. “Macron, what can you tell us about their status?” he added.
The madman was rambling off to himself when Locke addressed him. “Their fleet was beat up. Their cities were rife with unrest. The pretty one wanted to give chase and they listened. They’ll be undefended.” He said.
“It is settled then. We will hit them hard and Scholae Palatinae will fall, at our hands. While Atra readies our fleet, we will send an advance unit to scout the Cocytus System and prepare for our attack. Prepare yourself, we leave within the hour.” Locke said.
Bridge
ISD-II Warspite
Cocytus System
“I understand.” Xen’mordin said calmly as he took the information to heart.
“Thran seems very concerned about the data. I don’t know much about it, but there is no way that this can be good news. I think we should trust what he is saying, Xen.” Chirped the holographic projection of the Aedile.
“Don’t be naïve, Xan. And don’t you dare confuse his concern with the safety of Judecca with allegiance. The only allegiance that man bears is to himself. He would just as soon see us dead as he would Clan Arcona. It could be another one of his tricks. But, with that in mind…This is not something he would lie about. If there weren’t something wrong, he would have gone back to filming his movies. Keep your eyes open. Report when you have more.” Xen replied.
The fuzzy blue image faded away as Xan bowed. The space around Judecca had grown calm in the last few days and paired with this new knowledge, the Quaestor was concerned. He rubbed his temples nervously, praying that he could divine a solution to all the Empire’s current troubles. The House of Palpatine had burned their bridges with House Plagueis and made a new enemy with Clan Naga Sadow, he could call all he wanted but no one would answer the Empire’s needs.
A mindless fleshy drone of an officer stepped up to the Emperor. He gave the traditional Imperial salute and clicked his heals together. The man presented Xen’mordin with a datapad. His eyes glanced over the message. The fleet had lost contact with the Palace and several other key installations. Something had gone wrong.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked.
“Mi’lord…We believe that an Enemy force has captured the Palace. It was a small group. They were Dark Jedi, Sire. We must mobilize troops at once.” The officer said.
Just as Xen opened his mouth to issue the orders, sixteen vessels manifested in the once empty space. They all bore the trademarked symbol of the Dlarit Corporation. The vessels turned and took aim on the small, fractured, and unprepared Imperial Fleet. The Empire’s actions in the Orian system, months before, had offended the Sons of Sadow. Now, while they were weak, they sought revenge for the disrespect they had been shown.
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