STGOD: The Pheonix Wars (Chapter III)

[Ra]

*It was very early in the morning when Galadriel entered Ra's room, waking him.*

"Galadriel, it's 0400!"

"We must get an early start. The Temple will open up at 0730, that gives us time to prepare."

*Hours later, Ra, Galadriel, Patterson, and Destructionator XIII snuck out of the hotel, reaching a parking area. Destructionator XIII noticed a small, nondescript airspeeder, and pulled out his A'millian tricoder. The doors opened, and the team entered.*

*Meanwhile, Ra's airlimo pulled up, appeared to take on a group of passengers, and departed. The Cigarette-Smoking Man took note, and removed the Corellian cigarette from his mouth.*

"They're moving. Get in position."

*The speeder departed, and mixed in with the traffic. The limo also departed, and took the express lane. A black airspeeder moved in, and got shockingly close. Ziplines dropped, and Stormtroopers descended. One forced the sunroof in, and the group raided the vehicle. It was empty.*

"Sir, the vehicle is empty. Only the driver is aboard."

"He's good... Forget it. I'm heading to the Temple myself."

*Meanwhile, the small speeder passed over a more shady district of Coruscant, filled with nightclubs and other ritzy establishments. They were just closing for the morning, with numerous people slowly filing out. The Jedi Temple loomed in the distance.*

*Destructionator XIII set the speeder down in another public parking area, where a bus waited. The group paid, and boarded. It was a public bus, and several unsavory - and drunk - characters were aboard.*

"Say, them's... nice ears."

*Galadriel ignored the man, but couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. She found her hand fingering the golden tube hidden in her clothes. The bus seemed to be going far too slow.*

[The KANcer Man]

The Cancer Smoking Man lits another cigarette, and contemplates. Ra's party is as resourceful as he expects; the empty limo is merely an example.

The museum section of the Jedi Temple would open at 07.30 AM. It's still a major tourist attraction, especially the library, where visitors can learn unclassified information about the Jediand their history.

While Ra's party would get tons of information from the library, the Smoking Man is sure that they would not stop there, especially since they would never find any references regarding to the aliens nor the Phoenix entity. Even information about the Outbound Flight Project is only available in the "official" version.

The problem is if they, somehow, could get more clue to perform further investigation. For example, they may be shrewd enough notice the oddity in the published statistics on people with high midichlorian counts.

And the Smoking Man knows it would happen, sooner or later, for the party is resourceful indeed. Even their early departure indicates they are up to something.

Very well, let them have what they want.

Sometimes, curiousity kills.

[Destructionator XV]

Aboard the Iyo, still in the Riwal system...

Commander Peters and his team have just beamed aboard and are greated in the transporter room by Captian Willis.

"Commander, what did you find out?"

"Sir, we have reason to believe the bioships eracated all life on this planet and grew off the matter."

"What!?"

"We need the sensor array to start running scans immeditaly to confirm this."

"Bridge, Willis. Assist the Kokoya in running scans on the bioships."

"Yes, sir. What are we looking for?"

A scientist speaks up.

"Scan for matter on the ships matching the matter on the planet."

"Yes, doctor."

"Captian, I also reccommend we send our preliminary findings to A'millian Prime. We had better get this out before the bioships decide to keeps us quiet."

"Make it so."

Moments later on the bridge...

A comm officer speaks to the captian.

"Captian, we have sent a message, but we did not receive the ack signal from the relay station."

"Any ideas why not?"

"The relay station may be down. We are far enough out that there is only one avaliable from here, and it may be down for maintenence."

"But they surely would have notifyed us."

"Correct, if they saw it coming. It may be a fluke thing. I suggest we send a warp probe with the data on it to our nearest base, and resend the signal in an hour."

"Do it. Command needs to know about this."

"Yes, sir."

In space, right outside of the ship's sensor range...

A bioship appears and destroys the message carrying probe. They do not want Headquarters to ever know the truth, and will do whatever is needed to make sure of this. Their song still affects the operators at the realy station so they cannot fix it, and they have now destroyed the probe. Total destruction of the ships would draw too much attention, but keeping them incommunicado will buy the bioships valuable time for their sinister plot to unfold.

[Ra]

*Morning rose over the Jedi Temple. Outside the bus station, the team gathered in a quiet area, away from the curious ears of other travellers. Suddenly, a tall Troll desends from a building, and lands behind the group.*

"Flotsam?! How did you get here?"

"I flew here on a peasant barge. Been waiting for you."

"Glad to have you around."

Flotsam pointed to Destructionator XIII. "What's he doing here?"

"Destructionator XIII is here to lend his..." Ra lowered his voice. "Leet skills..."

"I have a Dalek with me," Flotsam boasted under his breath. "He could outhack that pasty A'millian bucket any day."

"Indeed."

"Our task is simple. We are to uncover what we can of the Outbound Flight project. It is an important key to knowing the Guardians' past. We will search the Jedi Archives, and see what data is publicly available."

"And after that?"

"If we cannot obtain enough data, then Destructionator, as well as your Dalek, must find out what you can. Stealth is of the utmost importance. Ra, Flotsam, we cannot risk shooting our way out of here."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Hacking the Jedi Archives won't be easy. The security in that place is rivaled only by a few places in the entire Empire."

"Such as?"

"Oh, let's see. The Death Star, and the Imperial Palace 50 klicks away."

"We mustn't linger. The Temple is now opening." The group went on, walking toward the looming structure in the distance.

*The group advanced, and climbed the stairs into the great edifice of the Old Republic's defenders. Of the group, Galadriel was the most eager to gather the information needed, and get out. However, she was starting to feel something different. It grew stronger as she stepped up.*

*She then saw a flash of hundreds of white boots under her. It was a brief sight, but strange nonetheless.*

"Good morning, and welcome to the Old Jedi Temple," one of the tour guides greeted. "Is there something you're particularly interested in?"

"Yes," Galadriel replied. "We were interested in searching the archives. One of my subsidiary groups found something that is not on the standard databanks."

"Of course. Feel free to look around."

Galadriel offered her trademark smile. "Thank you."

*Ra's team moved into the Temple. Galadriel then stopped, suddenly catching a vision of dozens of dead people laying across the great floor below. An aura of evil filled the place, an aura she could even feel, like a dark, cold mist.*

"This place is cursed. Much blood was spilled here."

"The Jedi Purge. They tried to overthrow the government, and they paid for it."

*Later, the group arrived in the archive room, and reached an empty terminal. Patterson got to work.*

"Right. This has the standard overview of the Outbound Flight. It was a mission started by the Jedi master Joruus C'baoth, an ambitious extragalactic mission. The ship itself was-"

"Five vessels bound together," Galadriel finished, without even seeing the schematic onscreen.

"M'lady, how did you know that?"

"I saw it in my vision on Dathomir. Please, continue."

"Yeah, it was five Dreadnought patrol cruisers docked together into a colony ship. In the center was the facilities for the colonists and their supplies. The ship came upon Chiss space, where it was destroyed by Miith'raw'nuruno. Of course, he later became the Emperor's greatest military leader, Grand Admiral Thrawn."

"That does not explain why the project took place. Why did C'baoth start this project in the first place?"

"Indeed, Jedi are not explorers. What I learned of them, it was obviously not in their nature. C'baoth was seeking something more... concrete than a new colony."

"So, why did Palpatine appoint a man that murdered his own citizens to such a position?"

"Because he wanted the mission to fail. That much is clear. Does it speak further of why the project was started?"

"Actually, it does. C'baoth had special interest in a planet far beyond Republic-explored space. It doesn't say any more, except that he was virtually obsessed with having the project go through. This has complete coordinates, including the planned destination."

"Can you bring up any information on C'baoth, or other Jedi involved in the project?"

"Just a personnel file. It doesn't say anything about what we're looking for. We've found out more than we knew, but this is about it."

"We have indeed learned much, and have a new course of action. However, we must still find answers. We will return," Galadriel said, dropping the mother of all hints.



*Watching the group from afar, CSM noticed them leaving, and walked on. He kept close enough to follow, but not enough to be noticed.*

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Meanwhile, six Star Destroyers and an Eclipse Star Battleship is heading to a certain co-ordinates to eradicate a Guardian's major nexus. They are fully armed, fully prepared for the anticipated battle, as the place is full with Guardian vessels.

Coincidentally, the co-ordinates also overlap with an A'Millian civilian planet.


OOC: the innocent A'Millan casualties during the upcoming battle would help Khardem to persuade Lord Adam.

[Destructionator XV]

On A'millian Prime...

Lord Adam and the Lady have decided to take advantage of a few quiet hours and take a walk around the plains outside the captiol city.

The landscape around the city is quite breathtaking. The city istelf is rather small for an Imperial capitol, being only about 10 kilometres across with a population of only 20,000, most of whom are military personnel. The rest of the planet is near deserted. The capitol city has beautiful architecture, with the royal castle on the side overlooking the water.

Lord Adam's big office window in the castle overlooks the water to the west. To the east is the plains and beyond them the mountians, completw with breathtaking rivers and waterfalls.

To the north of the city is a forest, through which one of the mountian's rivers runs and drains into the ocaen. Right outside the forest is a beach on the ocaen, one of Lord Adam's favourite places in the universe. He often just sits there and watches the sun set over the water, or observes the beautiful light coming from the moon.

Also thoughout the area are roads, which Lord Adam maintains not for traffic, but for he and the Lady's bicycle rides which they take quite often, and they are both strong riders.

Many in the empire feel that Fantistica IV's rings and arouras which occur almost every night beat out A'millian Prime for beauty, and they would certainly have merit. The amazing light show in its night sky is quite amazing, but Lord Adam always will have a special place for his homeworld.

While Khardem waits at the castle under guard as their guest, the Lord and the Lady walk through the plains, letting their official duties go for a moment as they just talk about pretty much nothing. They sit down to have a small bite to eat under a tree when their communicators beep.

"Jesus, will they ever stop harassing us?"

"Its probably just Hoisler again being an ass."

"Probabl.y"

He flips open the communicator.

"Yeah."

"Sorry to disturb you, sir, but sensor posts have detected a group of Imperial starships heading towards one of our heavily populated civilian worlds. Coincidentally, there are also a number of bioships close to this world."

"Oh, for the love of Frak. We are on our way."

They start to fly back to the castle. Thanks to their magical powers, they make it back in mere minutes.

"Report."

"Seven enemy ships approaching the planet. The 9th fleet is moving to intercept, but they are too far away! They won't make it in time."

"Damn!"

"Sir, the Imperial ships aren't engaging the bioships, but are rather focusing their fire on the planet itself!"

"The bastards! They are blasting our innocent civvies!"

Khardem walks into the room.

*Cue dramatic music*

TO BE CONTINUED

*Next time, on STGOD, the weird thread*

"Sir, all the nearby bioships have started to engage the Imperials, helping the local militia ships!"

"My bretheren will do all they can to save your people, my lord."
......
"How many dead?"
*Show a look of horror on the communications operator's face...

[A mysterious agent]

Meanwhile, at the Jedi Museum...

"We have indeed learned much, and have a new course of action. However, we must still find answers. We will return," Galadriel said, dropping the mother of all hints.



*Watching the group from afar, CSM noticed them leaving, and walked on. He kept close enough to follow, but not enough to be noticed.*

As the Cigarette-Smoking Man is watching Ra's party, an agent wearing sunglasses accompanies him. "Should I handle them, Sir?" the agent asks.

A Force-sensitive person would notice something peculiar with the agent; he is strong in the Force, but there is something artificial about it. And it is unlike a cloned Force-capable beings like Joruus C'Baoth nor Luuke Skywalker. His Force is either Lightside nor Darkside; it is something like... unemotional, as if being manufactured.

Right now, no Force-sensitives can detect him since he is hiding his Force in 'stealth mode'.

The Smoking Man replies, "not yet, Mr. Smith. Right now just observe them. I trust your enhanced Force-hearing can catch their conversation, am I correct?"

The agent nods affirmatively, then continues watching Ra's party from the distance. His epxression shows a determined scowl.

[Dartzap]

Flotsam was still sceptical about this whole plan, and was going to make sure that it would go off without a hitch

he turned to the Dalek

Hack into the mainframe, and close down all securty features within ten klicks of the temple

I obey

Flotsam, being a soldier, was always aware of people watching him, it was a thing he had developed on the battlefeild, you needed to know who was looking down their scopes at you.

He spotted a few men in stiff black suits on a nearby bench, they were both reading newsprints, or they'd like you to think..

Flotsam activated his Commwatch to Ra

Watch out Glow Eyes, your being watched

[Ra]

*As the group walked on, they passed a corner. Destructionator XIII split, and dropped down a maintenence level. He had gotten complete building schematics for the Jedi Temple from the HoloNet, and put them to use.*

*Galadriel also noticed the two men following them. One looked strangely familiar. But that was of little concern.*

"Those two men have been watching us since we left the Archive Room."

"Indeed? Then perhaps we shouldn't be doing this?"

"Do not concern yourself, Ra. Once Flotsam completes his part of the mission-"

*Slowly, and not fast enough to raise any alarm, the security network began to shut off. Destructionator XIII was waiting in an airvent, where a set of laser trips suddenly disappeared.*

"Excellent."

*He began setting up ropes. An unfortunate Stormtrooper had the job to lower him down.*

"Watch out Glow Eyes, you're being watched."

"Copy. M'lady, it appears you're right."

*To that Galadriel responded with a confident smile. She then notices a man leaving a thick door.*

"Sunrise, the terminal is clear. Proceed."

*Meanwhile, Destructionator XIII lowered into the secure archive room. Unlike the rest of the building, it's security systems were independent of the building. He had to still be careful, and access the computer terminal carefully.*

*Everything was going off without a hitch. Then, Galadriel suddenly felt something. It was a sensation she hadn't felt it ages.*

[The KANcer Man]

As they're following Ra's party, the agent with sunglasses remarks, "their number is reduced by one, Sir. Obviously one of the was sneaking out from our sight."

The Smoking Man replies "I knew it, Mr. Smith. We can leave this place now."

The agent obeys the order without asking.

After the two men leaves the building, the Smoking Man reaches his cellular phone, dialing the number of Coruscant Police Department "good morning, Officer. I would like to report a break into the Jedi Museum."

He then lits another cigarette and contemplates. Exposing Ra's party to the government would ruin the relationship between the Empire and its Goa'uld allies.

As the sirens are heard on the distance, he inhales deeply.

[Darts Comp Is Crapoloa]

Flotsam Smirked, he had been hiding not far from where the man and his secret-agent-lookalike guard had been watching the show.

he had just seen the man comm some one, within 5 seconds of that call, alarms had started going off.


Gotcha

He keys the warning sequence to his commwatch, sending an signal to Ra to get a move on.

He wondered if the man was a human or not.. he had aquired a palm dartgun whilst down in the lower levels, and had bought with him some paraylizing toxins, though only to keep somone down for an hour or so

He lifts the small weapen to eye height, looks carefully through the aiming recepticle.

He fires.

The man swats has neck as though to hit a bug. soon he would be down ion the floor, Giving flotsam enough time to get to the others and get out out of this hell hole.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

The man swats has neck as though to hit a bug. soon he would be down ion the floor, Giving flotsam enough time to get to the others and get out out of this hell hole.

Unfortunately, instead of falling unconsious, the agent with sunglasses merely pulls the dart out of his neck.


Agent Smith pulls out the dart from his neck.


The agent then Jedi-sommersaults until he's face-to-face with Flotsam. The Matrix theme songs plays in the background.


The Cigarette-Smoking Man lits another cigarette as he's watching the upcoming fight.


SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: Smoking Causes Lung Cancer, Heart Disease, Emphysema, And May Complicate Pregnancy.

[Ra]

"We must depart."

"Why?"

"Stop acting like a child and come on."

*Ra reaches to his commlink.*

"Destructionator, you better get moving."

*Meanwhile, alarms started going off.*

"I'm almost finished, sir. I just need to..."

"We're out of time, pale boy!"

"...Now!"

*Destructionator XIII grabs a data card out of the mainframe, and is raised back into the vents. However, as he goes up, his A'millian knife (used more for utility than as a weapon) falls, and lands on the mainframe desk blade-first. Destructionator XIII is then in the vent, just as the operator returns.*

*The operator gets back to work, until noticing the knife.*

"Oh my God."

"I'll rendezvous with you in the Orzh'ii District."

"Got it."

*Moments later, Ra and Galadriel are intercepted by security officers.*

"Hold up. No one is leaving this building."

"We got them."

*Smith presses his mike to his ear. The Cancer Man lights another Morley.*

"May I ask what is happening?"

"Someone's trying to rob the Museum, ma'am. We can't let anyone out of the building until it's cleared up."

*Another officer walks up behind the group, and scans them.
She then pulls a data card out of Patterson's pocket, inserting it into a device. She then shakes her head.*

"These people are clean, Sergeant. All they got is this. Some astrogation coordinates, which are public knowledge."

"Alright. We can let these people go once the intruder's found."

*The officers seem get a message, and run off. Reaching the operating room moments later, they find the operator holding the knife. CSM also shows up.*

"An A'millian knife."

"Wonder what the Ammies were doing in here?"

"Whatever it was, it's gonna be bad. I wonder... who else might be involved?"

*Moments later, security allows the cleared visitors, including Ra's group, to leave. They then walk to the bus station.*

"We cannot proceed directly to the district, the enemy is expecting that. We will retire, and return at night."

"The Orzh'ii District? At night? This I'm gonna like!"

*Galadriel and Patterson then look around, and then at each other.*

"Where is Flotsam?"

[Agent Smith]

*Smith stretches his neck, and smiles mockingly.*

"Mister Flotsam! I've been expecting... you."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Does it matter? But I will tell you anyway. I'm Smith. Agent... Smith. And you are under arrest!"

"You'll never get me alive, Smith!"

*To that, Smith only laughs.*

"Say, don't you look familiar?"

"Familiar? Like who?"

If any of you are captured, no one is to reveal the GEA, or the Imperial Renegades.

"Meh, no one. I was mistaken."

"Good!"

*At that, Smith throws a hypersonic punch at Flotsam. It hits him in the jaw, sending the Troll flying into a wall. The wall crumbles.*

"Not the walls! Please, we just had those restored!"

*The Cancer Man tosses away a butt.*

"Shut up, lady. This is Imperial business."

*Meanwhile, Smith and Flotsam start fighting in earnest. Coruscant Security officers wait to seize the suspect, but also watch the fight with interest.*

"How the hell can they move like that?"

*Another officer shrugs.*

[Dartzap]

Flotsam was enjoying this, he'd not had this much fun since pulingl apart his first Kull warrior.

But, it was time to leave

the bespectecalled man threw a punch at Flotsam..

.. who promptly grabbed on with his huge boldour like hand and twisted the hand behind the mans back.



Listen Speccy, I've had fun, I really have, but I've got to go, If you want me to make it look like you've put up a fight, i can always break your legs, what do ya' say?

the Agent just grunted, clearly surprised at the physical and above all non-magical power of the Troll.

[Ra]

*Meanwhile, Ra's party cannot return to the Temple. Seeing no other choice, they return to the Drocc Hotel. Obviously, the group doesn't settle down, but plans their next move.*

"Flotsam's not gonna make it back, is he? We'll need to stage a jailbreak."

Patterson cocks her blaster rifle. "Leave that to me, sir."

"We'll still need to rendezvous with Destructionator XIII tonight. Obviously, then we can use him to assist in the jailbreak."

"Very good, m'lord. Say, where did Lady Galadriel run off to?"

*In her room, Galadriel examined a case. She always kept it with her. Something was wrong. She opened the case, examining a certain jewel...*



"The power of the Rings has returned?"

*Ra walks in.*

"What are you doing?"

"Something terrible has come to pass. The power of the Great Rings, ended with the destruction of the One, has returned. That can only mean one thing."

"Uh, that it was re-forged?"

"I see you are learning wisdom, young one. That is correct. Some madness has brought back the Master Ring. One Ring... to rule them all."

"And what is that?"

*Galadriel held out the ring. Its jems sparkled and shined in the light of the Coruscant sun, a beautiful and powerful item.*

"This is Nenya, the Ring of Adamant. It was one of the three Rings intrusted to the Elven-lords of old. It is an item of great power, but is not to be trusted. For the Dark Lord could percieve all who wore the Rings of Power."

*Galadriel then slips the ring on. Immediately, she is aware of a presence far away, possibly in another galaxy. However, Sauron had not yet taken form. She could not clearly see him yet, for if he was formed, they could percieve each other from opposite sides of the Universe itself.*

"Until the Dark Lord returns, I will use the ring, as I did in Lothlórien. However, beware Ra! Verily I say, when the Dark Lord returns, this ring must be hidden away! For he will seek all the Rings of Power for himself."

"I understand."

"Very well. Now, let us plan our next move."

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

[Agent K... er, Smith]

OOC: This is a ret-con post. This events are supposed to happen before Ra, Galadriel, and Patterson are back to the hotel to do the threesome while Destructionator XIII are busy watching the porn he downloaded from The Jedi Palace's database (sorry, can't resist! :P ). See, after they're back to the hotel, Ra mentions something about jailbreak. So Flotsam must get into a jail somehow... But he also would find a clue from a bumbling neurotic who's arrested for hijacking a radio station

Listen Speccy, I've had fun, I really have, but I've got to go, If you want me to make it look like you've put up a fight, i can always break your legs, what do ya' say?

the Agent just grunted, clearly surprised at the physical and above all non-magical power of the Troll.

At Flotsam surprise, however, Agent Smith slips out of his clench like an eel, turns around, then delivering a kick to Commander Flotsam's [CENSORED]. Flotsam bends down and clutching his crotch as he percieves a great pain on his testicles although his penis is relatively intact; apparently the kick was specifically aimed on his balls.

Commander Flotsam tries to overcome his pain as Agent Smith. Suddenly loud sirens boom nearby as they are surrounded by CRPD* officers; they are pointing their large guns at the combatans, while SWAT team assumes ready position at a nearby building. One of the police speaks through a megaphone, "attention, the place is surrounded. Please

Agent Smith quickly hands out his ID and shows it to the police. "IBI!**" He announces while backing away from Flotsam.

The police then turns their attention at the Trollish Commander who's still holding his crotch. One of the officers suddenly alarmed, "MOVE YOUR HAND AWAY FROM YOUR PENIS. NOW!!!!"

His partner looks puzzled, but the officers explain briefly, "he is the tourist that sexually assaulted a costum officer at the airport!"

"You mean that one clubbed the officer's head with his penis?"

The officer nods. They become tensed now. Several officers carefully approach Commander Flotsam, then subdue him. An officer puts a handcuff over Flotsam's hand while another reads his rights, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in an Imperial Court of Justice. If you cannot afford an attorney, the Empire would provide one for you at no cost."

Then the officer sneers, "you are under some serious suspicions, Mr. Harvey," he refers to Commander Flotsam's passport name, "refuse to pay costums tax, sexually assaulting a costum officers, making deal with illegal Hutesse prostitute, breaking into museum, and..... well, well. Look what we got in here," the police officer finds something from Flotsam's backpocket, then pulls it out. Apparently it's a small plastic bag containing white powder.


Moments later, they carry out the suspect and his confiscated Daleks to the police headquarters. After they take Flotsam's fingerprints and photographs, they put him in a cell. It is not empty, though. An officer remarked to the inhabitant, "hi Dave, we bring you a cellmate!"

Another gigles, "be careful, though! This guy has been sexually assaulting an officer. Just cross your finger....."

"....or bends down quick!" his partner replies. They break into laughter as they lock Flotsam's cells.

Dave is completely oblivioius at his huge cellmate; he continues mumbling to himself, "the truth is out there...... nobody's believe me but the truth is out there......"

Commander Flotsam frowns. This guy is weird indeed.....




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*) CRPD: Coruscant Police Department

**) IBI: Imperial Bureau of Intelligence






.

[Dartzap]

Flotsam knew it had been going to well. Blast it all! He also suspected that his cellmate was several pebbles short of an avalanch.

He wondred how strong the walls were.. .

"i.. err.. i hear you sexually assualted a customs officer, the man said"

No, I hit the man over the head with a stun pad, however some daft moron in the secuirty booth thought he saw me use my genitalia..Which is surprising, considering we don't even reproduce that way...

"Err.. Okay...."

How long have you been here then?

"Oh.. err... Long time.. yeah.. long time.."

Yeah.. several pebbles short.. Good grif.. he's drooling...

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

On the orbit of an A'millian colony....

One Eclipse Star Battleship and six Imperial Star Destroyers are bombarding the planet with precision. Each of them is surrounded by fiery aura to protect the crews from the Guardian's song. Aboard the leading Eclipse, Captain Laurence Stern smiles with satisfaction. Each turbolaser blast sends a horrible death cry, but Stern has already got used to it.

Many A'millian citizes were slaughtered, but the Empire does not care. Destroy the Guardian's nexus; that's their objective.

A'millian defense forces quickly scrambles to defend their homes. Although they are smaller and weaker than the Star Destroyers, they are now equipped by Biolasers to pack some punch at the dagger-shaped vessels who are threatening their home. The Star Destroyer Castrator shudders slightly when A'millian cruisers concentrate their Biolaser.

"Captain Stern, the Castrator is under attack. It seems the A'millian's got some serious firepower now. The energy reading is similar to Guardian's beam weapon!"

Stern frowns, "so now their weapon rivals our turbolasers. A threat indeed. Very well, tell the escorts to engage the A'millian vessels at will. The Eclipse will handle the bombardment by herself. Tell them to keep their eyes open; the Guardians can pop-up anytime."

The Eclipse now fires its superlaser, scorching the planet's surface in a particular pattern while the Star Destroyers disengage formation and starts destroying A'millian vessels.

[The neurotic prisoner]

Yeah.. several pebbles short.. Good grif.. he's drooling...

Dave stares to the roof, "oh hell. We are all going to die anyway..."

He then continues, "listen you Mr. Extralarge, you may not believe this but the Doomsday is near. Aliens. Aliens are invading us!"

"People think this 'Guardian' alien is new. Bullshit!" Dave spats, "they have been with us for long. The government... The government works with them. Several years ago small children are missing. And you know what? They all have abnormally high midi-chlorian counts!"

"And do you know what the Outbound Flight Project was for? Seeking new galaxies? That's bullshit, Mister. The government conspires against you. We are nothing but sheep."

There is something odd with Dave's tone, as if he speaks to himself, "the truth is out there. The government conspired with the aliens. No, not the government; the Big Brother. And of course the Emperor was involved. No, the Emperor was just a puppet; a puppet for the Organization. The Old Bastard didn't realize!" He laughs hysterically then continues, "but of course the Emperor was powerful. WAS! He was power hungry. The aliens fear the Fire On The Sky. The aliens were pissed off. And now we all must pay!"

Suddenly he turns to Flotsam, "you don't believe me, don't you? You're just like the others. You don't believe me, but it is the truth. The TRUTH, I'm tellin' ya. The truth is out there..."

And then he breaks, sobbing, "nobody's believe me....."


At first, Flotsam was about to ignore his bumbling cellmate but the word 'Guardian' catches his interest. Probably he would try to collect some more information......

[Dartzap]

"tell me.. what do you know of these gaurdians then?, and how do you know of them?

Reaching for a missing Cigar, Flotsam silently cursed, if this bloke knew anything, he had better make sure he had a clear mind to think about it.

[Ra]

*The Orzh'ii District. One of Coruscant's most risque areas, it was lined with bars, clubs, and stripper joints. The place was crowded with people looking for a night on the town, as well as unsavory characters, gang-bangers, and prostitutes. A nondescript airtaxi swooped down between the buildings, moving to its destination, a ritzy bar.*

*Inside, Galadriel is cautious. Lots of drunk men are staring at her, as are several women. The air is filled with smoke, and the lighting dim. In the distance, Ra spots a pale figure with two Twi'lek hotties in his lap.*

"Yes. I am fully functional," he boasts. "Programmed in multiple techniques."

"Oh, you bad boy!"

"Excuse me. You must leave."

"Aw..."

*After the Twi'leks leave, the group takes seats.*

"I trust your mission was a success?"

"Correct. I have the entire file downloaded into my positronic net. Some of this is quite interesting."

"Indeed! However. Commander Flotsam has been captured. We must find a way to rescue him."

"That may not be easy. The security garrison is well-defended."

"Nonetheless. He is our ally, and needs our aid."

"We should be going."

"Of course."

*The group enters the taxi, and heads back to the hotel.*

"I wish we could have stayed longer."

"Oh, how I know. If it were up to you, Ra, we would be there until closing hour."

*Ra gives her a look, to which the Elf rolls her eyes.*

*Back at the hotel, Patterson plugs the data into a terminal. Information comes up.*

"Good work, Destructionator. This is a secret document from Joruus C'baoth, detailing the project's reasons and origins. According to this, just before the Clone Wars the remains of a biological ship were found on Tatooine."

"A Guardian ship?"

"That is correct. The schematics match what we know of Guardian vessels. Apparently, the Guardians were already in this galaxy, attempting to study and contact the Republic. The Republic recovered and examined the vessel in great detail. While it revealed little interesting in ship technology, its biological systems yielded significant medical and biotechnology benefits. Curious. All the patents derived from the craft's systems are held by one firm, the Humbarine Biological Consortium."

"What about the Outbound Flight?"

"Here, it says that the Outbound Flight's purpose was to contact a... "Guardian nexus" outside the Galaxy! They were to establish a permenant relationship with the Guardians. The colonists aboard were actually technical personnel for a special project between the Republic and the Guardians."

"A special project?" Ra asked suspiciously.

"Unfortunately, I could not find any more information on what the project was, just a codename: "Project Majestic".

*Galadriel nodded.

"Now, we must recover Commander Flotsam, and continue our investigation. I feel we are drawing ever closer to an answer."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzama]

"tell me.. what do you know of these gaurdians then?, and how do you know of them?

Reaching for a missing Cigar, Flotsam silently cursed, if this bloke knew anything, he had better make sure he had a clear mind to think about it.

The cellmate expression changes, "you do believe me?"

He pauses, and continues, "don't trust the Big Brother! They think they control everything. Fool! The Nightsister Millenium would come anyway, and we are all will be exterminated! The survivor would serve a new god..." he shudders.

"The goddamn Senator Palpatine. He was out of control. And we all will pay the cost."

"If I were you, I would seek a place to hide. The Millenium would come. Alas, only the Smoking Man knows this. He is smarter than the entire Organization. I wish I could inform the Organization, but he is way too clever. He is like Palpatine himself."

Dave pauses for a moment......

[Ra]

"We have to rescue Flotsam."

"What you are proposing is highly irrational. This is a major headquarters for the Security Forces. Even if you were to successfully defeat the garrison, there are IBI agents holding him. I estimate a one in 1,394,023,524 chance of you succeeding."

"Never tell me the odds!"

"What do you require? Besides a manifestation of deux ex machina..."

"Blasters. LOTS of blasters."

*Patterson opens her suitcase. Inside are blasters. LOTS of them.*

"M'lord, no one has tried anything like this before."

"Thus why it will work."

*Patterson raises an eyebrow so high that Spock blushes.*

*Coruscant Planetary Security precinct 247. Agent Smith paces around Flotsam.*

"Do you hear me FLOTSAM? I'm going to be... honest with you. I... hate this place... this... prison... this zoo... this reality... whatever you want to call it! It's the SMELL! If there is such a thing... I can taste your stink... I feel... saturated by it. And I fear that I have somehow been infected by it! It's REPULSIVE, isn't it? Give me the names of who you're working for. Once the Renegades are destroyed, I won't be needed anymore, don't you understand?! I want to get out. I want to be FREE! AND IN THIS MIND IS THE KEY! MY KEY! Give me the names. Give them to me, or... you will die!"

*Smith then squeezes Flotsam's head tighter.*

*Meanwhile, two figures clothed in black walk in - Ra and Major Irene Patterson. Ra lays down a case, which is sent through a luggage scanner. He steps through, and it goes off. An officer steps up.*

"Would you please remove any metallic objects? Loose datacards, change, that sort of thing?"

*Ra opens his coat, revealing a fuckload of blaster rifles and pistols.*

"HOLY SHIT!"

*Ra hits the officer in the chest, sending him flying. The others notice, and start to get up. However, they are quickly cut down by blaster fire.*

"Backup! Send backup!"

*Patterson slays him, and picks up the case. The duo move on. Suddenly, a group of what appear to be black stormtroopers - the Security Precinct's Tactical Unit, stormed into a wide lobby, surrounding them.*

"FREEZE!"

*Ra and Patterson exchange looks, and go on a killing spree, doing acrobatics as they go. The black troopers drop like flies. Ra, in mid-cartwheel, picks up a Blastech E-11, and fires full auto into several of the officers.*

*Meanwhile, Lady Galadriel senses the carnage from inside the Drocc Hotel.*

"What a showoff."

*She then proceeds to her limo.*

*In the interrogation room, two other agents walk in.*

"What were you doing?"

"He doesn't know."

"Know what?"

"I think they're trying to save him."

*The team is massacred. Ra and Patterson then advance to the elevator, and start up a ways. Then, Patterson unpacks the Mother of All Thermal Detonators, and Ra stops the car. She then climbs up, and is followed by him. He shoots the maglev devices.*

"There is no... Oh, what the hell."

*He shoots the final magnet, and the two fly up by some way or another. Down below, the car detonates, nuking most of the lower floors. The elevator door rides the blast wave for dramatic effect.*

*Back at the room, sprinklers go off. Smith looks up at the ceiling in anger.*

"FIND THEM AND DESTROY THEM!"

*The other agent checks his ear-mike.*

"I repeat! We are under attack!" an officer an an LAAT/i calls.

*Ra and Patterson slay the last of the Tactical officers on the roof. Meanwhile, the pilot is replaced by one of the agents. He steps out. Ra doesn't seem to notice, but then lets loose with his blaster pistols. The agent dodges every bolt.*

"Irene! Help!"

*The agent fires. Ra's personal forcefield kicks in, absorbing most of the blaster fire. However, it fails, and two shots graze him, sending Ra to the deck.*

"Only Human."

"He's a Goa'uld, actually," Patterson explains just before she shoots the agent in the head. He turns back into the unfortunate pilot.

"Cheater."

"Hey, how else are Goa'uld despots supposed to evade assassination attempts?"

*Patterson rolls her eyes.*

"Can you fly that thing?"

"Well, I went through four years at the Imperial War College, and just happened to forget my pilot's licence. Hell yeah! Come on."

*The agent returns to Smith. Then, the characteristic rumble of the LAAT/i came as it descended to the windows.*

"NO!"

*Ra lets loose with an E-Web pintle-mounted in the troop section. It makes a waste of the room, and "kills" the two other agents. Smith continues to fire, but cannot get the insane Goa'uld and his itchy trigger finger.*

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!"

*Finally, Smith goes down. Ra then sadly stops firing.*

"Get up!"

*In a dramatic display, Flotsam puts his Troll strength to use, pulling the cuffs apart, and runs to the Gunship. Suddenly, the three agents return. Smith fires through the wall, grazing Flotsam's foot. He slows, and stumbles.*

"He's not gonna make it!"

*The Goa'uld jumps out, and catches the Troll mid-air.*

"Good GOD, you're heavy! Oh!"

*Patterson then gets the gunship moving. However, Smith shoots the repulsor engines, making the craft start to descend and make lots of annoying warning sounds.*

*The gunship leaves behind a trail of smoke as it continues on its doomed trip. Seeing a good building, Ra lets go of Flotsam. He smashes clean through the roof, standing waste-deep in debris.*

"Gee, that's nice."

*Ra then himself lands on the roof, and watches as the LAAT/i literally falls from the sky.*

"Irene!"

*Patterson ejects, and flies up and away from the burning gunship. It crashes into a building, creating a strange ripple followed by a huge explosion. The Major then parachutes right into Ra's arms.*

"Aw, that was so sweet!"

*Flotsam digs out of the hole he made, and walks over. Ra and Patterson look at him.*

"Do you believe it now, Irene?"

"Believe what?"

"That you've got the hots for the Major here."

Patterson giggles. "Yeah, I knew that all along. You are kinda cute."

*Patterson taps Ra on the nose.*

"Will you three get in?"

"Sure."

*Flotsam enters. Ra then tries to enter, but gets a stern look from Galadriel.*

"Would you put her down?"

*Ra complies, grumbling to himself. They enter the limo, and it rockets off into the dense Coruscant traffic. Meanwhile, the three agents arrive. Smith sees a utility belt lying around, and clenches it.*

"Damn it!"

*Then, the Cigarette-Smoking Man walks up behind them.*

"Don't worry, Smith. We'll get them before it's over with. Even so, we now know who he's working for."

"Yes, a Goa'uld."

The CSM hands Smith a photo he just took. "Not just that."

Smith's eyes widen. "HER?"

"You know this woman?"

Smith eyes the picture of Galadriel. "As a matter of fact, I do. She is a very... very old associate. That, and my mother-in-law."

"Never could stand my mother-in-law."

*Smith glares.*

[Destructionator XV]

Above the colony...

Local militia ships fight bravely to defend their home while the Imperial starships continue to rain down fire on their world. However, the Imperials are not aiming for the population centres; they seem to be blasting something else and the A'millians are just collateral dammage. But that wasn't important to the defenders. They would do whatever they needed to drive back the attackers.

Stardestroyers soon break off the attacking the planet and turn on the defenders. The local ships were getting beaten hard by the Imperial cruisers when about a dozen Ancient bioships arrive and start backing up the militia. The Imperials were now outnumbered and outguned, but continued their relentless assualt.