Space E-war

[The Kingpin]

"Perhaps a precaution? Forerunners doing what they could to prevent the Halos and Ark from being used against future sentient races?" contemplated Serephir...

[dinoman666]

"Yes... Yes, that must be it..." Mendicant replied, though he didn't sound too certain. He floated in circles, muttering something inaudible to himself...

[The Kingpin]

Serephir's eyes narrowed on the machine. "What is it you're not telling us?" he said firmly, though gently...

[dinoman666]

Mendicant turned to Serephir, saying quickly, "Nothing, of course, Reclaimer! I would never leave out any relevant data. I am merely... creating a number of hypotheses."

[The Kingpin]

"And you can't share that with us?" said Serephir...the machine's behaviour was raising his suspicions...

[dinoman666]

"Nothing that would make any sense to you, Reclaimer," Mendicant replied simply. "It would be beyond human comprehension... no offense intended, of course."

[Anaclagon]

OOC: I know its been a long time and I'd like to apologize for that but I'm back and hopefully I'll be back to jump back in



Time

He has lost all track of it. Hell he barely he even bothered…he sat in his dark cell fully aware of his situation. The sheer boredom in his imprisonment was probably the worst of it. He stayed in shape doing what various exercises which occupied his mind at times but his mind was mostly concentrated on his freedom but time and time again he knew that perhaps he may never be the man he once was. He was young a man by galactic standards but he’s seen more death then veterans seen in lifetimes. His mind at times dwelled on the empire, he had no heir and his survival was the only thing that kept the councils in check if anything. He had done what he had desired every since he believed the Jedi were corrupt, he had brought unity to the mass system of planets that was known as the Old Republic but even then that was not enough. Perhaps he was blinded by his point of view, of course he was a Jedi and turned on people he once called friends but in turn he turned on the man he had called his master as well and forged an empire that unified a broken galaxy plagued by constant civil wars and political corruption. The Sith betrayal…it was almost to easy, the man allowed his “master” to put the pieces in motion after planning his empire for years, he finally earned the perfect apprentice which only then turned on him and himself ruler of the Galactic Empire. He believed himself stronger then his “master” and worthy to take the true throne of Dark Lord of the Sith and proceeded to make an Empire that would have been more then anything the former Sith ruler imagined. Peace..security…justice, he had thought he achieved those things and there was a time where he thought he had accomplished what had to be needed but he was wrong. The Jedi tried to spark rebellions, refusing to submit to a “Sith” despite what he had done and the Alien Invaders from beyond the borders further reinforced of a need of a vast military. But here he was, alone in his cell. Perhaps this what he had deserved for being too willing to go to war with alien fractions. He thought he was doing good or the Empire but it seems he wasn’t…he was now a prisoner of war, away from his glory...leaving an empire he created to whoever had the strength to take it…


The Galactic Empire wasn’t not invincible as it seems…it was obvious why they lost and they paid the price. They were too dependent on Revan, they had no thinking of their own. Revan’s way was their way and it had cost them their capital. Revan’s capture however has remained a secret from the general public and most of the military. Only the highest of military commanders knew. If public knew, if other imperial leaders knew what had happened to Revan then one would likely expect chaos all over again…various Sith Leaders who seek to gain power for themselves and it would be just like the failing of the Old Republic all over again. Losing Courscant would have a deadly lost, other planets had the ability to be the new capital but never could they truly be a new Courscant, the only way to a new Courscant would to simply fight to regain it back but that would mean nothing if they didn’t have a centralized government to lead from it. The whole Empire knew of the fall of Courscant and that alone was ready causing whispers in the Imperial Ranks that Revan no longer had the ability to control his empire. The Sith Lords submitted to Revan because of his power, because of the respect had earned and commands…if any wished to challenge Revan for power they had the right and many had failed, Revan earned his throne but that throne couldn’t be simply replaced. Most wouldn’t dare try to claim the new throne as until Revan was confirmed dead, the loyalty the Sith Lord had earned was imaginable. But with the public knowing off the fall of Courscant and military leaders knowing of Revan’s capture and the fall of the capital, they knew they were in serious trouble.

The countless people who lived in the planet were being forced to leave. Evacuation of the planet proceeded and were being sent off to new locations, forced to make a new living. Anger filled their minds, how could the Empire surrender Courscant…the idea was just impossible to comprehend. Now the people who lived their whole lives on the planet wide city were being moved to other locations, forced to start all over again. Imperial Leaders who knew of Revans capture waited as most stayed to watch the evacuation of Courscant, the other leaders who spread among the galaxy kept their mouths shut, ready to dispatch task forces to retrieve their leader at any moment. With evacuation having been completed and the Imperial Leaders being forced to leave to abandon the once seemingly unreachable planet, things were now in motion that would truly have a grand effect on all other fractions. What would happen to Courscant was something that dwelled in every single member of the Empire…


The once mighty Galactic Empire was at practically on its knees on the moment...this was a dark time and the following events could either bring the Empire down or bring it back to his feet…

[Doc 42]

OOC: Its fine. SEW wasn't the same with out the Galactic Empire.

The Koultian warship 'Waning Edge' glided through space, approaching the tattered vessels. "Pirates boss. Without a doubt." Shak'ell glanced down at the concerned weapons officer, Ten. Ten was glued to his console, running through various scenarios on the ship's computer, tapping away at various keys. Another Koultian officer piped up, Doran "It's a trap boss. Telling you right now, each one of those is going to disappear in a flash and be left with a big fat Drone, and before you know it, it'll be crapping out sentinels, OWL's and god knows what else."

Shak'ell pretended to think for a moment before answering sarcastically "Hmm, while you two offer very convincing interpretations of the situation, I think I'm going to go with the hyper speed mainframe which has access to more senses than you can count. Fark, turn towards the refugees/pirates/decoys, whatever they are. We can pick them up on the way. Ten, be ready to lock them with the forcer if they try anything odd, or if the crippled one can't navigate." The crew responded simultaneously "Aye aye, captain"
Shak'ell opened a com with sgt. Raynor, the commander of the ship's contingent of soldiers. "Raynor, get Zim and Kanma ready, we'll need you to clear these ships. "

The 'Waning Edge' had a crew of just 7. Himself, the captain, three navy officers and then three soldiers. At the moment, they were full filling a filter role in the Koultian invasion. The main attack force punched in with heavy duty weapons, doing most of the fighting with long ranged weapons.

Scouts went in, fire team's ripped apart the Drone artillery, then came the slug out with the real danger. Arachnid and Marauder class drones. While the main assault concentrated on these priority targets, a net of other ships cleared the sectors behind and just infront of them, clearing out any ambushes or smaller craft which had evaded the big guns. Ship's like the JR-10's they'd just fought were well capable of ripping apart the largest of ships, but were practically invisible without close support. The 'Wanning Edge' was one of these 'second line' ships. It was disconcerting not being part of the main battle group. It was much safer here in this role, and wasn't boring either, there was still plenty of action, but the fighting here didn't determine mission success. They had no idea how the actual battle was going. They had been called up for long ranged combat before, to fill in for a shot down cruiser. Shak'ell wasn't keen to repeat the experience. He wasn't sure which he hated more. Not knowing what was going on, or being right there on the front line and feeling so helpless. It went on for hours, firing but hitting nothing. Wave after Wave, the 'Edge's guns fired to no notable effect. Then all of a sudden they became a target, and the lazy day of calm pot shotting turned into a nightmarish hell. Suddenly they were locked in permanent evasive manuevers, forcing them this way and that. It wasn't real till he actually saw a shell miss them with his own eyes. It wasn't the shell he really saw, just a flash of light, and then the curved swirling trail, leading off into oblivion. Shields are well and good for protecting a ship, but if they can hit you once, they can hit you 100 times.

[TyrannoTitan]

Two panels parted on the seamless wall, revealing a screen, positioned at the Sith Lord's head, if he were standing. The screen depicted a large star, which was flaring constantly, chaotic fiery energy leaping off its surface. If such a thing could show suffering, this star would be a prime example. "Look upon what you have lost...and suffer." the voice of Gray Fox emitted from seemingly all corners of the cell, just as the star collapsed. The screen was completely blinded by the resulting light, the supernova too large for the screen to display completely. In reality, the star was that near Shadow Haven's old homeworld...the event now served multiple purposes: It would exclude Shadow Haven from the coming hardship, as well as lead the Sith Lord in believing his precious planet and everything on it was destroyed. Fox delighted in the thought...the suffering he hoped the Sith Lord now felt, as he had so long ago...

[Anaclagon]

Revan watched...no emotion could be seen due to the infamous mask that covered his face but had it been removed, a face of full pure shock and anger was all one could expect. Revan's almost couldnt believe what had happened. He sat there in disbelief as his hands turned to fist as the growing hatred and anger inside him grew. Nothing would please him other then to brutally murder the ones responsible. Then his mind thought of everything lost...the planetwide city annihilated..the countless people both civilian and military. For Courcant to be wiped out completely that seemed impossible yet there it was in his face. The destruction of Courscant meant many things but at the moment, Revan's only thoughts were off just pure shock and disbelief. Losing the capital of the Empire in such a fashion simply told him that he had failed...he had lost..

[The Kingpin]

"I'm beginning to see why you preffer to bisect things that annoy you, Grievous" said Serephir lowly. "Mendicant. don't assume your hypotheses won't be understood. for us to figure out the situation, we all need to know the facts. that includes possible scenarios and hypotheses as well" he explained as he eyed Mendicant...

[dinoman666]

"I apologize, Reclaimer, but I am merely speaking of things that the organic mind is simply unable to process. Anything I told you would merely come off as babble."

[TyrannoTitan]

Fox leaned forward, expecting something, anything, that would indicate the Sith was suffering...yet he found nothing. So be it. That mask would deny him confirmation, but he knew it had an impact...somehow. In front of him were multiple screens spanned across a massive window-or at least what appeared to be a window. On one, Revan was displayed in his cell, with a clear view of the screen in front of him. On another was that same supernova blast; once again just a blaring torrent of light, as it was displayed on Revan's screen. On the last active screen was Courcant. No longer the bustling planet-wide city it once was, it now had very little living population. Those that did not board the vessels that would take them away were left to starve. Shadow Haven machines scoured the city for physical stores of information, while the still-active virus did the same inside the virtual parts of the city's systems. Any of the remaining populace that attempted to attack or halt the machines were neutralized without hesitation.

The window itself seemed to overlook nothing. It was sheer black around the screens, no distant stars, no space stations hovering in front of it. Nothing. Blackness that no light could escape...

[Anaclagon]

Revan turned away away from the screens and proceeded to just stare off into space. Nowhere...he was absolutely nowhere..no idea where he was. He walked up to the window and just stared into the darkness. The frustration him kept building and building and he contained himself..barely. Watching Courscant...he couldnt watch the screens, any longer and he would have gone berserk and start smashing at everything in his path but the thought that he was constantly being watched was also a reminder. This was pathetic...all he could was just sit here as his tormentors worked their way, trying to break down the young man.

"So...what exactly did we leave behind?" The meeting was depressed as such.
"We've moved everything we possibly could...of course we left behind a city spread out across an entire planet. The old senate building, Revan's personal palace and the Sith Temple. That could be rebuilt but the significance and history cant be replaced" An officer stated
"Agreed as well as the strategic importance of Courscant, it lies in the very middle of Courscant. I assume that all defenses of the surrounding have been increased heavily?" Another questioned.
"Of course, especially Byss. The closest planet to Courscant" Another officer replied. The 12 Grand Admirals conversed through usual, holographic means. Any plans for Courscant were discarded, there was other matters to attend to.

[The Kingpin]

Serephir sighed. "Very well...I think we've got everything we can out of Mendicant....not what i had hoped for...considering the Covenent had gone to the trouble of capturing him....but beggers can't be choosers" he said as he stood. "We're approaching Trandosha. ETA 5 minutes" said one of the Navigators, the Captain nodding, Serephir walking over to Grievous and Lissarkh. "You wouldn't happen to have anyone under your command who may know how to salvage a damaged Geth, would you?" inquired Serephir...

[dinoman666]

"I can probably use my Force Lightning to, well, 'jump-start' it," Lissarkh hissed. Mendicant floated over the body of the Geth, humming for a moment, before adding, "I believe I can assist as well, Reclaimer." Grievous nodded approvingly. "I'll leave these two at what they do best," he said. "Meanwhile, I'll be heading back to the Malevolence when I get the chance. I have another floating robot I need to talk to..."

The TGDA ships that had been orbiting Florn had since headed back to Trandosha, leaving Dice and the Lamproid Council with an after-action report. They were waiting for the Vardians to arrive around their homeworld...

[TyrannoTitan]

The sounds of heavy walking echoed through the hallway leading to the cell. Two heavily armored Komodos strode into view, turning to face the cell when they neared the middle of the hallway. The two machines planted their equally gargantuan feet firmly onto the floor, claw-like appendages anchoring them in place. A portion of the field that made up the outer wall fell, large enough for Revan to pass through, but small enough that he would not be able to slip past the two machines. They had learned from the past encounters...moving the sith lord was always a complicated matter, what with his futile attempts to escape...

Meanwhile, in another part of the galaxy, an immense shadow fell onto a large blue giant and the planets that revolved around it. It was no ordinary shadow: it was a collection of biological ships, descending on the system like a swarm of locusts. The overwhelming presence that connected the creatures shrouded the system from the outside universe. No long distant communications could get through...the system would confront the Great Devourer alone. The swarm moved in tendril-like clusters, wrapping themselves around each and every planet in the system. One in particular, the center most planet, called the most attention. They could sense the lifeforms on its surface...like a shark to fresh blood, they approached hungrily...

OOC: Yes, its the same Arachnid planet the Raka-anra landed on.

[Anaclagon]

"Typical..." Revan mumbled got up and proceeded to go through the passage that was obviously meant for him. The Sith Lord looked around at the Komodos and simply went along to wherever they were likely to guide him. There was no point in fighting back at the moment, he had learned his lesson from the lessons before. In fact, Revan was more curiously however...he received no formal warning from before and where ever he was being taken too must have been somewhat important. Perhaps he was to see Fox personally or something like that. Still the image of Courscant being destroyed still burned his mind...he would never forget that sight...never.

[TyrannoTitan]

The Komodos retracted their "claws", allowing them to move once more. The field closed behind the Sith lord, while one of the Komodos moved ahead, the other remaining behind. With their immense girth, there was no room for Revan to slip behind or ahead of them...but just in case, two small spear-like objects were mounted under the Komodos' "heads": Tasers they would use to quell any escape attempts...

[Anaclagon]

Revan simply walked forward. He looked behind him and then back forward again. This was the first time he had actually been outside the cell for a long, long time. He was finally getting a real chance to really stretch his legs. Revan simply stretched his arms as he walked forward, loosing up a bit. Being stuck in that cell really hindered movement at times and he was happy being able to walk again. His armor was still in good condition but there were several cracks and weakned parts...proof of failed escape atttempts. The Sith Lord's eyes glared through his mask as he continued looking around...every step he took got him closer to where he was being led too.