Space E-war

[dinoman666]

A-4D snickered. "Right next door, of course. And don't think about trying any Force tricks on me. This cell door will bounce all Force-based attacks right back at the user." He waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway, you'll get a chance to get out of here soon enough, when my master is done with you."

[Tediz]

Galen looked at the Droid, angrily. "Theres no such thing..." He pushed his hands out, pushing the door...

Galen flew back, slamming into the back of the cell, falling to the floor. He sighed... "Just get me you're Master, Droid."

[dinoman666]

"Whatever you say, meatbag," said A-4D, laughing. He was interrupted by an angry voice. "No need, A-4D. I'll handle this." Grievous walked into view, and A-4D hobbled away, still chuckling. Crouching slightly and leaning against the wall, the cyborg said, "Now that we're on more even terms, I feel like I should introduce myself. I am General Grievous, Supreme Commander of the Trando-Geo Droid Alliance." Narrowing his eyes, he added, "And I am NOT a droid!"

[Tediz]

OOC (Remind you of another RP, bro? )

Galen sat up against the far wall. "Really? Because... You look like a Droid. But okay. And I know who you are."

Galen wiped blood off his face, looking at him. "My name is none of you're concern."

[dinoman666]

OOC: No...

Grievous snarled, "I am a cyborg, not a droid!" He leaned forward, looking Galen straight in the eye. "And as far as you're concerned, your name is actually important to me."

[Tediz]

OOC ( We already had this scene in the same Roleplay. :oops: Next time, you're the prisoner. )

Galen was surprised. He looked like a Droid. However, when the General looked into his eyes, he saw them. Clearly organic. He replied to him. "No... It's not. You can torture me all you'd like. You can't know it. Nobody can but PROXY.

[dinoman666]

OOC: We did?

Grievous chuckled. "PROXY, eh? Well then, I'm sure getting it out of his memory banks will be a snap, won't it?"

[Tediz]

OOC (Preds and Rtas', lol. On his ship in his prison )

Galen looked up at him. "No. That would do you no good. Because you have kept me alive. Which means you intend to make me talk. You harm PROXY, and I'll put myself in another Force - Induced coma. You need not know my name.

[dinoman666]

After a moment, Grievous replied, "Very well." He stood up, pacing back and forth. "If you will not tell me your name, then tell me this: how did you get here?"

[Tediz]

Galen looked at him for a moment. "I walked in the front door... How do you think? I snuck in, obviously. Don't ask stupid questions. You're security is terrible... These are very poorly constructed Droids."

[dinoman666]

"No, you fool," Grievous snarled. "How did you even get on this planet without me detecting your ship?"

[Tediz]

Galen laughed. "Don't have one... To tell you the truth, I've been on this planet long before you have. Probably long before you were born..." He wiped blood out of his eye. "Ever heard of a Coma? Well, multiply that with the Force and you get me... I don't even know why I'm here to tell you the truth..."

[dinoman666]

After giving Galen a long, hard stare, Grievous straightened. "Very well. I might as well cut to the chase. You show great promise as a warrior, human. You only require a bit more... training."

[Tediz]

Galen knew what he meant. He looked into his eyes through the cell, staring into them. "No. My answer to that is no. You do not want nor do you need me. Go away or kill me." He spat blood at him inside the cell.

[dinoman666]

"That's where you're wrong, young one," hissed Grievous. "You will be quite useful to me very soon." He began pacing back and forth once more. "You see, I have had constant problems with a little group known as the Galactic Empire. Perhaps you've heard of them?" Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "If I train you in the art of Lightsaber combat, you can become powerful enough to defeat Darth Revan, the leader of the Empire, and once you do that for me, you can go your own way, and keep your father's Lightsaber."

[Tediz]

Galen scoffed. "And who would teach me? You? You're plan is fail... I could easily just keep my fathers Lightsaber with me when you send me out and flee from here. And don't tell me that you're battle Droids could stop me... You give me the Saber, I'm going to run."

[dinoman666]

"Who said I'd give you your saber back until I could trust you?" said Grievous. "And besides, in case you haven't noticed, I can control every aspect of this tower with my antennae. You wouldn't get far if you ran. I could always drop you into another pit, or feed you to Gor, or simply run you through myself."

[The Kingpin]

"Think nothing of it, Liuetentant. Vardia considers our alliance of the utmost importance. it's only fair we make sure that we aren't the cause for any problems, is it not? anyway, I think it might be time we organised a decent place for you to stay. i take it you haven't truely had time to rest since the trip to Berunai" said Aragren. it wasn't long until they came to a hault, Aragren looking towards Chardossk. "One moment. i'll be right back". and with that, he left the vehicle, Jack and his family following. he handed them the key and led them up to the floor below the top floor. "Just below the penthouse suite. Serephir decided it might be a good idea to have you guys within easy reach if trouble did somehow manage to get to you. there are defense systems in here that you couldn't even to begin to imagine existed. you should be perfectly safe" said Aragren with a smile. Ravar nodded thankfully, before unlocking the door and stepping in. the room was a penthouse suite in itself. a large, golden marble floored room with rich maroon walls, a crystal chandelier hanging from the cieling. and this was just the entrance to the suite. Jack's eyes almost fell out of his head, similar stunned reactions coming from Ravar and Illira. "We can't let him pay for this....we..." started Ravar as Aragren cut him off, chuckling. "Even if you wanted to try and stop him, it won't happen. I know him personally, hell, i consider him like an older brother, and, if there's one thing Serephir's known for, it's that he won't take no for an answer. there's no point arguing with him. you'd be wasting your breath. Even his majesty Aleron himself hasn't managed to succeed in that regard" he said with a smirk. defeated, Ravar fell silent. "Anyway. your cases should be around that corner, by the dining table. I'd love to hang around and help you settle in, but, as you can probably guess, i've got work to do. if i finish off early today i'll check in and see how you're doing" said Aragren, turning to leave. "What about Serephir?" asked Jack. Aragren stopped, and looked over his shoulder. "According to the message i recieved before you landed, he was preparing to leave immediately for Trandosha and Geonosis. you heard his conversation better than i did. i'm sure you can imagine the kind of responsibility his position demands". Jack nodded. "Anyway, i'll see you guys tonight provided i'm free. the suite's already stocked up with everything you might need. you shouldn't need to leave much. it's up to you, but i wouldn't advise it if you could help it. if it gets claustrophobic in here and you want to go out, give me a ring. my number's on the dining table. at least i can make sure there's nobody watching you that way". and with that, he left, returning to the car. in a matter of minutes, he climbed the car again, and closed the door behind him, the driver taking him and Chardossk elsewhere. "So, Chardossk. care to expand a bit on the TGDA? beyond the official stuff, i mean. Our information on your faction is rather little. more information would make it easier for us to operate, do business, have set coordinates for our ships' computers, you know, stuff that we'll need to work more efficiently"...


Serephir walked into the enormous bridge of the flagship. he watched the 3d projector on a large table in the middle of the Captain's deck of the Bridge, observing the operations going on around the flagship. the fleet was almost ready to leave. the automated shipyards had repaired the damage done to the Executioner in record time, and, as a minor improvement, boosted the shields' power and added a powerful magnetic force field generator to help improve the ships' defenses against various electrically-based weapons. it'd do until the Ministry of Science's Military Technology department could come up with something more decent to hold off weapons of the type used by the Koult, and others of similar power. thus far, no problem had been faced regarding defenses against Imperial Weaponry, but that was likely due to Vardia using it as a standard upon which to construct their own weaponry, as they were by far the biggest threat currently, with their size posing a major problem. in several cases, Vardia had sent agents into the technological black market of various advanced planets to attempt to get as much combat data on Imperial weaponry as possible, including blueprints for several weapons, among which were weapons stolen by various dealers and sold off. the resulting blueprints had aided Vardian Military Science considerably, and now, chances were Vardia's agents would start hunting for other kinds of weaponry...

Ridley left the Bridge of the Vanguard, walking towards the marines who he had left to wait just outside the top floor entrance to the Bridge. "Well, we have an agent waiting for you at Zelinar to show you around. we've booked a number of rooms in one of the military owned hotels on the planet, usually reserved for soldiers who request a vacation on Zelinar. fairly high class, from my experience. you should have anywhere between three days and a week there. if we ever find ourselves crosing paths again, here's a number to contact me by. if you ever visit Vardia again after this, i'll be happy to help you out" said Ridley as he handed a small black card to Crowley, his name and a number ingraved into it in gold with the Vardian Star Force's logo at the top. he began to walk towards an elevator, which would take them to the hanger, where a small transport craft awaited...

Sergeant Furell walked towards the Prison Craft carrying the three criminals captured by Serephir and co earlier. she was one of the soldiers serving in the VAMCEB's special prison watch, the Guardians. her objective now was to escort former Vice Admiral Mikhail Remaro, his son, Rick Remaro, and Lord Markus Tirante of the former Sardanian Empire. the black trenchcoats and upwards facing golden crescent arching around the VAMCEB logo on her hat was a clear sign of her position in the Guardians' ranks. as she reached the craft she recieved a couple of salutes from a couple of Vardian soldiers guarding the entrance. she walked on board, heading for the holding room at the back of the ship, to check the prisoners...

[Doc 42]

The bulky frame of the Arrow zipped through space, zeroing in on Vardias star rapidly... The ship had changed considerably since their last visit, Alex's company having being particularly successful in recent ventures... near the bridge, at the top of the crescent, two large turrets scanned around, they were identical, which was odd for a mercenary ship. Each one held a single railgun. The ship had gotten a new paint job as well, dark green with black zig zag stripes going along its hull. Blackened scorch marks dotted its hull in various parts...

Alex, sitting calmly at the bridge, ordered to his new communications man (Blaze had stuffed up on a recent job, one of her messages being intercepted to the disaster of the ground team. She was demoted, but Alex let her stay on the ship)

"Dan, start pinging the boarder guards. Try to bring up a com the moment you get a response."
To his pleasant surprise, Mags, his weapons manager had already brought the guns offline. Even more pleasing but less surprising, Rick had already deactivated the ship's anti radar pulser and reduced the power on its radiation coverage. Un-necessary, but it was handy to have a crew which didnt need to be told what to do. Rick and Mags were probably the only original crew members he had working in the bridge, sure, they did their fair share of ground work, but he couldn't risk losing them... Especially Rick... He was the best pilot he knew. Sure, essentially it was the computer flying the ship, but it was Rick calling the shots and spotting the best paths to follow while simultaneously knowing what needed to be done, visibility wise.

[The Kingpin]

as the Vardian Border Patrol detected the Arrow, a simple message was sent. "Identify yourself". a sophisticated intense scanning system had already done an in depth scan of the ship, using numerous frequencies of sound waves to get a rough view of what was inside the ship. the system had been developed over several months, and was finally up and running, speeding up the patrol's work of insuring the ship was relatively safe...