STGOD: The Phoenix Wars (Chapter IV)

[Ra]

*Sol*

Ra's eye twitches from Darth Kreshna's incessant demand. His eye isn't flashing, it's twitching.

"She. Isn't. Fucking. Here. Do. You. Get. It?"

"Channelling Captain Kirk, I see."

A console beeps.

"We're receiving a transmission from Memphis IV."

"Holo."

An image of Galadriel appears. "Ra, how does the battle go?"

"Quite well, actually, due to unexpected circumstances."

"Then you must come here and render aid. The Guardians have been running rampant through your territory, destroying at will. Our forces have not been able to keep them at bay. But your plan seemed to work, for the Guardians are now dormant. Come quickly."

"Your war can wait, Galadriel!"

Galadriel slowly turned toward the viewer.

"I need your help. You've helped me before, will you not listen?"

"Listen I will indeed. But now is not the time. I must attend to this task, but there is nothing barring you from coming to me."

Darth Kreshna turned to a crewman. "Her transmission is indeed originating deep withing Goa'uld space, m'lord. This time the snakeheads aren't lying."

He then turns to Ra's holo-image. "Then go save what's left of your puny nation, Ra. I will see the Lady myself."

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*Memphis IV*

Goa'uld ships, meanwhile, have been blasting into innert Guardian vessels. Apparently, they are out for the count.

The transmission ends, and Galadriel looks back to a tactical map.

"Much of the enemy fleet has been destroyed, m'lady."

"Very..." She didn't finish the sentence, as a chill ran through her spine. She felt something coming.

"Be ready."

Suddenly, a Guardian frigate lit back up, and its spindly frame again moved and shifted, throbbing with power. Its shields raised, deflecting a shower of bolts coming from a nearby Ha'tak. The Guardian ships had reawoken, much sooner than anyone had hoped. And they immediately retaliated...

[Dartzap]

The fleets that were nearing the end of the tunnel could feel the battle as they approched, sensors showed the huge polytechnic displays going on.



"Commander, the first ships will be breaking into realspace within the next 90 seconds, we have detected huge increases of weapens fire"

Excellent, is everyone prepared?

"Yes sir, all ships are in position, and all weapens are loaded and ready to go"



Very well, on my mark, everyone is reveal themselves.


the first ships winked into exsistence to the side of a hge battle, waiting for the signal, they wait, until enough ships are through the tunnel to properly fight.


Flotsam to all ships. Decloak!


The Trolls had returned

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

"I need your help. You've helped me before, will you not listen?"

"Listen I will indeed. But now is not the time. I must attend to this task, but there is nothing barring you from coming to me."

Moments later, a private shuttle departs from the Death Star. It is not a common Rendili StarDrive Tyderian Shuttle, but a Bombardier Aerospace Learjet Shuttle; costum-built to meet Darth Kreshna's personal taste.

The Learjet Shuttle heads for Galadriel.




"Brunello di Montalcino, sir?"

Darth Kreshna shooks his head.

"Pinot Noir, perhaps?"

"Just my usual brandy, Jacques."

"Ah, Hennessy Private Reserve, then."

"Splendid."


While sipping the cognac, Darth Kreshna thinks; he has been watching the news for the last several days, and -ironically- he actually shares the same views as Grand Admiral Thorne; the Empire -and every other nations, if that matters- is fighting a losing battle.

The Guardians don't conquer, don't take regions, don't occupy territory; they just annihilate.

While the AEGIS Defense System can detect and track Guardian vessels within its range; enabling the Empire to launch pre-emptive strikes at Guardian ships, there is nothing they can do to completely eliminate the source of the attacks. The Guardians have no bases to be assaulted, no infrastucture to be crippled, no economy to be paralyzed. Fighting the Guardians is like fighting the Rebels, only worse. At least the Rebels still have tangible assets to destroy. The Guardians, on the other hand, just simply pop out of nowhere.

Unless, if the Sith Inquisitor can discover more about the Guardians.

That's why he needs to seek Galadriel; not to mention the peculilar dreams -experience?- he got during his comatose state, although his memories on those account only vague at best. Yet he reads the news about the bird-shaped flame enveloping Coruscant, the giant robot, and other peculiar things that confirm his hazy recollections.

Probably, together they can find out more about these enigmatic aliens.

[Ra]

A crewman shouts over the racket on the bridge. "M'lady! Multiple ships decloaking! It's the Trolls!"

Galadriel allowed herself a light smile. "Tell the Trollish commander that we welcome his timely aid."

For once, hope dawned in the middle of such a hopeless battle...

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Meanwhile, Ra's fleet was redlining its hyperdrives to get back to Goa'uld space before it was too late.

"In range?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Come on!"

"M'lord, she'll fly apart!"

"Oh, well."

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OOC: Gotcha. Thought I was going to do a STVI rip-off, didn't ya?

[Dark Silver]

The Troll had come.

The Archmage watched as the Trollish ships had appeared and begun to open fire.

So, they beleive they can stop this? They will merely be lambs to the slaughter..

Reality warped in Go'uld space around the combined fleets. From out of nowhere, a Warp Storm appeared again, starting to consume the Troll and Go'uld ships, leaving the Guardian vessals alone.

Within the storm, a spot of darkness appeared, slowly, begining to grow larger, taking slow shape. It was massive, a smaller thing outer ring encircling a massive middle body. As it neared the edge of the storm, details became visible...

There were legends amoungst all the races, of a massive metallic planet that floated through the universe, consuming all within it's path...

The people of Coruscant had witnessed it, and thought it destroyed by the Pheonix, but a creature that was as primal as it, could never be destroyed.

Unicron had returned....and it turned it's attention upon the closest target to appease his hunger, the near by planet...

[Dartzap]

NOT AGAIN! Another bloody warp storm! christ, Fine.. get a Tunnler out.. try and get to that bastard...

"Sir.. there was something out there, before we were sent back here.. It looked like a Plante.. but made of metal.."



Do you perhaps mean theDeath Star?

"Um no Sir.. It was something else entirely..."

Hmmm.. I wonder... If it's what i think it is... Are any of those Goa'uld in here?

"Yes, their flagship is near to one of our cruisers"

Inform them that we are going to go on a Hunt, One which involves several thousand ion cannons worth of power.

"My lord? what do you mean?"

Flotsam let out a small chuckle

A legend has come forth from history, sadly for us, we're going to have to make a rare speces extinct...

"Uh, of couse sir..."

The orderly hurrys off throughly confused. Flotsam goes over to a comm panel, to inform Detritus of this latest event.

[Ra]

The warp storm seemed devastating, but it did no harm to the Goa'uld and Troll fleet. While Galadriel was focusing to try and stop the storm, she knew that she alone wasn't stopping its destructive power.

An image of Manwë appeared. "It wouldn't serve to let you die, now would it? Don't worry about the storm. Stop this abomination that has appeared."

"These people do not have the strength to destroy this monster."

"But you do, Galadriel. Let me tell you something. Remember that you felt a disturbance? Yes. The Borg have somehow been destroyed, by the Archmage's doing no doubt. But even when his plan was done to destroy the alternate Sauron's world..."

"The One Ring survived."

"Unfortunately, yes. But now you can make use of your Ring of Power once again. Put on Nenya."

Galadriel reached for an item hanging from a chain around her neck...

As this madness unfolded, Ra's fleet arrived, laying into the Guardian ships while ther Trolls and Galadriel's beleaguered forces fought on. The shower of nukes from the Goa'uld ships blasted yet more of the Guardian ships into ash and debris.

"Well we can kiss this planet goodbye."

"A fate I had feared, thus why I had the population evacuate through the Stargate," replied Galadriel. She then put the ring Nenya on. It sparkled on her finger, and shone with power.

"We're going to take care of Unicron."

"Do as you wish. But we will fire at the remaining Guardian ships. Ra, take command of the fleet. I will take also care of the Unicron."

The fleet battled on. Meanwhile, Galadriel raised her arms, and focused on Unicron, her eyes piercing deep into its innards. Things started to shudder and break inside...

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(Edited once I saw Dartzap's post)

[Dartzap]

Aboard the Trollish Constructor Detritus was employing the use of one of the first ever sneaky tricks developed for the war.


How long until we reach that metal thing?

"Exactly 200 seconds My lord"

Good, is it charged up?

"As you have orderd, it is charged almost beyond the safey limit."

Good, decloak on my when we are within 1200 klicks..

"Aye Aye Sir"

[Dartzap]

"Sir! we have arrived at the the given co-ods"



Well done, get us close enough in range

"Aye Aye"

the Trollish Constructor, the largest ship in the Trollish Armarda, was not infact a warship, it was a science ship, ut had been built in the very beggining of the war to develop ways to annoy, remove, or disintigrate enemys en mass.

the device about to be used quite handily emcompassed all of this things.


The TC arrives behind the Behemoth of Unicron, the fron of the TC splits open, glowing a ghastly shade of green.

A beam bursts forth, hitting the planet shaped one, slowly but surely Unicron shimmers and dissapears in a massive cloud of dust.





Report!

"Our power generators are burnt out, and the beam module wont be firing for a bit, but otherwise we're alright"

If our comms are working, you may inform the Elf lady that she can stop concentrating now, she may begin whatever mission she has been sent for.

"Yes Sir"

By the way captain.. where exctly did you send unicron to?

"Erm.. well, I sent him to the Maw Sir"

Detritus just laughed

[Ra]

OOC: The Maw? LOL!
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Galadriel was quite impressed by the Trolls' attack. Now all they had to do was eliminate the remaining Guardian ships...

"Report."

"M'lady, Unicron has vanished, and the Force Storm has ended. There are still several Guardian ships, but they are regrouping."

"Let's have some fun with them," Ra said sadistically.

"But we mustn't delay for long. There are still several battle groups, and not all have fared as badly as this one."

"Right. All ships, full attack!"

The Goa'uld and Troll ships opened fire on the remaining Guardian vessels, tearing into them with a fury.

In the distance, a Guardian Frigate was vaporized under the impact of a naquada-enhanced nuke, while a Scout was pulverized by a shower of fire from a Troll cruiser. At last, things were looking up for the Alliance.

But Ra looked uneasy.

"Something troubles you?"

"I'm worried about Captain Kar'm. She hasn't come back yet. I wonder if she even completed her mission?"

"Indeed she did. For several minutes, the Guardian ships went dormant, though it did not last for long. Your virus was simply ineffective."

"Well, then!"

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

In the distance, a Guardian Frigate was vaporized under the impact of a naquada-enhanced nuke, while a Scout was pulverized by a shower of fire from a Troll cruiser. At last, things were looking up for the Alliance.

But Ra looked uneasy.

"Something troubles you?"

"I'm worried about Captain Kar'm. She hasn't come back yet. I wonder if she even completed her mission?"

"Indeed she did. For several minutes, the Guardian ships went dormant, though it did not last for long. Your virus was simply ineffective."

"Well, then!"

While they're having conversation, a Learjet Shuttle drops out of hyperspace near Galadriel's ship, hailing it, requesting permission to dock.

Ra and Galadriel exchanges look; it is Darth Kreshna. The System Lord briefs the Elfin Wizard shortly, but then Galadriel frowns. The Sith Inqusitor used to contact her before using telepathic means, but now he insists to meet her directly. What happened after the comatose? Although only briefly, Galadriel wathced the news about the assault of Coruscant, and she was amazed by the Phoenix's incredible display of power.

But then, Darth Kreshna seems to be unable to contact her telepathically.

What happens?

[Ra]

With the battle pretty much won, Darth Kreshna comes aboard Galadriel's ship. Two Kull Warriors stomp up.

"Sir, we'll escort you to the Lady," one says in his deep, snarling voice.

"Do I really need armed supersoldiers to see after me?"

The Kull doesn't answer. They escort the Sith Inquisitor down the ship's corridors, to a large door. It slides open, revealing the conference room. It's filled with soft light. The Lady Galadriel slowly turns to face him. Nearby, Ra is standing in black robes, with his arms crossed. He then stands more politely, and feigns a smile.

"Welcome aboard, Darth Kreshna. Now that we're not in front of twenty underlings, I'd like to officially thank you for rescuing my forces from the Guardians. It won't be forgotten."

Both leaders of the Goa'uld empire await the answer, and brace for the worst...

[Dartzap]

the battle rages, automated assult frigates are shunting all their power to the engines, skidding around the huge bulks of the Guardian cruisers, once they get behind them, Ion Pulses slam into the rear of the cruiser cripilling it's engines

Aboard the Automated Assult Cruiser Clairvoyent Slayers and Golems are running to their airlocks, they are going to board this ship, heavy weapens were distrbuted freely among them, during the timewarp, they had been upgarding their hand weapens to counter the strange ebings the Guardians seemed to be


Around the Trollish Constructor, ships are appearing from the cloaksphere, hundreds of Frigates, dozens of destroyers, all pointing at the increasingly outnumbered Guardian fleet. Trollish Earthquake cruisers were entering now, all their fighters launching from their carnivrous bays

A detachment were heading towards The Goa'uld fleet, which had been battered quite heavily looked as though it might need help, so, tha dozen frigates, 4 destroyers and a Carrier had been assigned to escort them to a safe zone within the ever increasing size of the armarda

Aboard the Frigate When Will I Be Famous, Commander Flotsam was going to see Galadriel

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

"Welcome aboard, Darth Kreshna. Now that we're not in front of twenty underlings, I'd like to officially thank you for rescuing my forces from the Guardians. It won't be forgotten."

Both leaders of the Goa'uld empire await the answer, and brace for the worst...

"Milady,"

Darth Kreshna gallantly takes Galadriel's hand, brings it to his face, and politely kisses her fingers. He then continues, "it is a pleasure to see you again, although it was unfortunate that our last encounter was.... far from delightful, so to speak."

The Sith Inquisitor pauses for a moment; it seems Irene's death comes to his mind again.

"Now," the regal Sith nobleman continues, "the reason of my humble presence before the jolly good lady, is this," he reaches into his pocket.

The surrounding Kull escorts suddenly become tensed, withdrawing their weapons while forming a protective circle around Galadriel. Yet Darth Kreshna merely frowns at them while producing a holo-recording. "My jolly good fellows," he says mockingly at the Kulls, "while I have to admit that Darth Kreshna is notoriously famous for his erotic holo-collection, which of course the fair Lady here would disapprove of, I assure you that this particular recording is not one of them. However, I admire your enthusiasm to protect the Lady's decency, in which I would agree for no less."

He then snaps his fingers, gesturing to one of the Kulls as if he is a hotel bellboy, "now, my good friend, I trust the Goa'uld holo-player is compatible with that of the Empire, isn't it?"

Maybe because of the Phoenix's feared reputation, or because Darth Kreshna's snobbish, eccentric regal charisma, the Kull merely obeys and insert the recording into the conference room's holo-projector. A large hologram plays, showing the Guardian assault on Coruscant, the giant robot, and the bird-shaped flame which protected the entire planet and repelled the Guardians.

"The funny thing, I was completely unconscious at that time. I couldn't remember a bloody damn thing."

The recording stops, then continued with another; the total annihilation of the Borg Collective, alongside with the destruction of Middle Earth, as captured by the Death Star's visual sensor.

After the holo-presentation finished, Darth Kreshna turns to Glaadriel and speaks, "there are peculiar things on the move, Lady Galadriel, and I simply don't have the foggiest clue."

"Moreover", he continues, "I believe it is imperative to solve the mysteries if we are to defeat the Guardians. Although I understand many fellow gentlemen here lay their hopes on the Empire to defeat this menacing aliens, even we are fighting a losing battle. A war is not won by merely battling the enemy, no matter how victorious the battle is; a war is won by decapacitating the enemy's ability to continue their strive against us. Yes, the Empire can hunt down and engage any Guardian ships within her defense network, but then what? Conquering the Guardian's territory? But where? Disabling the Guardian's infrastructures? But what infrastructures? Paralyzing the Guardian's leadership? Do they have government at all?"

"I had destroyed many planets and asteroids, but why? In truth, I didn't even understand. Those all were driven by instincts; subtle, inaudible voices in my sub-conscious that spoke to me, if you will. Perhaps, by solving the mysteries, we shall find the way to get rid the aliens from plaguing our realms."

Then, the Sith Inquisitor gives his final words, "please bear in mind that I am not acting on behalf of my government. In fact, the very same government is shunning me. But I'm still an Imperial to my bones, and I believe we all have mutual interests to cleanse the universe from this alien plague. Now, ladies and gentlement, what it would be?"


Ra and Galadriel stares at each other. Can they trust this snobbish nobleman with thick Victorian accent?

[Ra]

"We already did something," Ra mutters. "I sent someone to attack the Guardian Master Nexus in the heart of your galaxy, using a classified device. But the attack only bought us a temporary reprieve from the attacks."

"Not quite, m'lord," a Kull replies. "We noticed a 20.59% drop in Guardian combat effectiveness after the implantation of the virus. That, combined with the Trolls' intervention and their elimination of Unicron, helped us immensely."

"The enemy also put much confidence in the storm attack to destroy us," Haldir added.

"Indeed they did," Ra said with interest in his tone.

"Yet does that eliminate the problem?" Galadriel replied. "Indeed, according to the Trolls the Unicron was not destroyed, but relocated. It will return."

She then turns to Darth Kreshna.

"The Guardian threat is one that no one power can survive on its own. But with this day, the Guardians have tried to destroy the Goa'uld as a major power."

"And they're doing a damn good job of it," Ra added bitterly. "Seven planets destroyed, over half of my fleet lost... we're currently heading at high speed to intercept a fleet that is moving on the planet Karis. Baal's forces are in even more dire need of assistance. Militarily, we are hardly any use to you now."

Ra seemed uneasy thinking about an alliance with the Sith Inquisitor, but he couldn't figure out why. He seemed to be expecting something.

"For months now, we have been seeking a way to defeat the Guardians. Not since Lothlórien was under siege from the Dark Powers have I felt that there is little hope to be found.

Yet then, as now, while only a fool's hope remains, it is all we have. Ra's attack has injured the Guardians, yet it has also proven to the Enemy how desperate our plight is. The Archmage now knows that all he needs to do is extend a hand, and this empire will fall."

"In other words, we were forced to show our hand," Ra annotated. "I'd like to consult with Galadriel alone, if you don't mind."

Darth Kreshna nodded, and exited the room, waiting outside. Ra waited until he left to speak. He kept his voice low.

"This is folly. No matter how desperate we are, we can't ally with him! Our very MISSION is to move the Phoenix into a lightsider host! Why don't you invoke the exorcism here!"

"I know that you see this as an opportunity, Ra. Yet you do not have my forsight. We are not ready to do such a thing. I am not ready. Would you expect me to fight him off while I try to do this? For I cannot. Powerful I may be, but he is more powerful yet. And to whom would we move the Phoenix? Any new host would only restart the process in another being."

Ra nods uneasily. "But you seem worried."

"You do not trust him because of past transgressions. I do not trust him for another reason. I sense something new from Darth Kreshna, something different. What it is, I cannot yet say. Beware."

"Alright. I'll keep a closer eye on him, and avoid getting our guest angry. We should have him off as soon as it is convenient, however." Ra then turns to the Kulls at the doorway. "Kull! Send him back in."

Meanwhile, on the bridge the Asgard transporter engaged, beaming Commander Flotsam aboard...

[Dartzap]

He stalked through the corridors, looking for where the Dark Lord was. he knew something was Up, Detritus had also told him of something that Kreshan had recently done, and how Flotsam would need to be ready for a melee.

And he was, in one hand, his stolen Staff clicked on the floor in rythem with his huge feet. in his holster is a stun rifle, charged to maximum. He turn's a corner, he see's two kull warriers heading towards Kreshna who is waiting in a luxery room, under cloak, Flotsam follows undetected.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Darth Kreshna is enjoying the view when the Kulls are approaching. He frowns upon their arrival, "gentlemen. Is there anything I can help you?"

One of them gives a salute, "my apologize, Sir. But we are to escort you back aboard your Learjet.. I mean shuttle."

Kreshna's frown is getting deeper, "are you telling that I, the Darth of Sith, His Majesty's most honourable knight of the Secret Order, a honor guest of the fair Lady Galadriel, am going to be dragged back to my vessel like a petty criminal? This is disgraceful! Appaling!"

"But sir...."

"Young man," the Sith Inqusitor cuts in and shakes his finger, "Haven't I made it clear about who I am?"

The Kull's Commander hesitates, considering his options....

[Ra]

Ra grabs the Kull and stupid-slaps him.

"I told you to bring him back in, you blundering buffoon. Kresh, get your ass in here."

Galadriel raises an eyebrow at Ra's bluntness. His colorful language always did annoy her.

"Now, listen up."

Galadriel notices footsteps.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Ra grabs the Kull and stupid-slaps him.

"I told you to bring him back in, you blundering buffoon. Kresh, get your ass in here."

Darth Kreshna only frowns further, "ass? Watch your language, young man. Did they never teach you manners and decorum in Goa'uld Preparatory School?" He then sighs, "aaahhh... This is always the problem with the people living in colony. But wait, I believe you are not yet a part of the Commonwealth? My good man, someday we may teach you how to act and behave like an Imperial gentleman, because the way of the Empire is the way of the universe indeed!"

Galadriel raises an eyebrow at Ra's bluntness. His colorful language always did annoy her.

Darth Kreshna then turns to Galadriel, takes her hand and kisses it in galant manner, "milady, I humbly apologize for my unfortunate and premature departure. Please bear in mind that you are always welcome aboard my Death Star. Perhaps we could endeavour further discussion on how to win this bloody war, and I would be more than happy to show you my salon while doing so, as well as the collection of rare books I have been acquiring during my spare times; which I'm sure a lady of such intellect like you would enjoy. But for now, I'm afraid I have to leave. "

He then bows slightly.

"Now, listen up."

Galadriel notices footsteps.

Darth Kreshna is about to go to his private jet when he also hears the footstep. He hesitates for a moment, wondering who is coming.

[Dartzap]

He enters a few minuets behind the Dark Lord, listening to the conversation. What the hell was he talking like? He sounded like one of those Upper-class twits from the merchant district in Ankh,

Ra's temper seemed to have risen again, which wasn't really a suprise, considering what he was being forced into.

"Now, listen up."

Galadriel notices footsteps.


Darth Kreshna is about to go to his private jet when he also hears the footstep. He hesitates for a

Hmm, guess he needed to tweak those sound mufflers again...

He goes to the side of Ra, and Decloaks.

Long time no see Kreshna, are you here for your health? or perhaps the destruction of the Mulitiverse?

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

OOC: I don't think Commander Flotsam has ever met Kreshna before, has he? IIRC the first appearance of Flotsam was on Dathomir, and Kreshna wasn't even there!

Long time no see Kreshna, are you here for your health? or perhaps the destruction of the Mulitiverse?

Darth Kreshna turns back, then frowns at the unruly Trollish Commander before him, "excuse me? Have we ever met before?"

[Dartzap]

Flotsams eyes flashed a dull red colour.

No, but I have seen first hand the destruction you have unleashed, I want to make sure that never happens again, By the way, if you so much as use the words "My Good sir, "how very uncouth" or "May i offer you some tea" I shall personally rip your arms from their sockets

I came over just incase you cause any trouble, and to give you a messege from lord Detritus. It reads "Kreshna, your presence in the flow of power seems to have dimmed and dissapeared, I assume this means you have lost your powers, down the toilet with your speeches, perhaps?"


I don't know what that meant, nor do I care, but you can damn well explain what he meant about that power shortage.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Darth Kreshna is offended by the Commander's words, "BY GOLLY! You, sir, just offended a gentleman by threatening to grotesquely remove his limbs. How very uncouth!" He then turns to Ra and protests, "you insist my departure from the jolly good Lady's ship, but you let this... this... abomination to stay? Very well, then. A pukka sahib like me knows better than mingling around with the working class!" He then turns to Galadriel, slightly bows down, "my apologize, milady. That does not include you."

With those words, the Sith Inquisitor lifts his chin high and walks to his Shuttle.


OOC: alright, how many posts until my Brits obsession drives you all crazy?

[Dartzap]

OOC: never, due to the fact you sound like one of my english teachers

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Good riddence to bad rubbish!

Flotsam reaches for his staff weapen and fires a shot over Kreshna's retreating back

So, milady, do you know what the hell Detritus was on about? all that power milarky?

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

OOC: never, due to the fact you sound like one of my english teachers

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Good riddence to bad rubbish!

Flotsam reaches for his staff weapen and fires a shot over Kreshna's retreating back

The Phoenix Aura suddenly lits on, forming a protective shield around Darth Kreshna's ass... er, bottom (a gentleman doesn't say "ass") that deflects the fire from the staff. The Phoenix then extends one of its wings, knocking Commander Flotsam to the Floor.

So, milady, do you know what the hell Detritus was on about? all that power milarky?

"Milady? MILADY?? Look at yourself! You don't even deserve to address the fair good Lady!"

Darth Kreshna then assume fighting stance, raising his fists in front of his torso, "very well, then. I challenge you a fair fight. Be warned that I am highly trained in the art of pugilism, and I was once a Queen's... I mean an Emperor's Champion in the officer boxing tournament."